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A Gay Lion King Parody

Chapter 14: Scarred Minds

Sponsored by Johnzaloog

By Draconicon

"What can you tell us?" Simba asked.

"Heh, now, Princy, is that any way to ask another ruler a question?" Shenzi asked, smirking. "You know, that's not very princely of you."

Simba gritted his teeth, silencing the complaint that wanted to come out. He hated being trapped in this...position. Someone else having this leverage over him was embarrassing enough when they weren't using it to get something from him. Having to endure taunts didn't make it better, particularly when he was trying to keep Naka from flying off the handle, too.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he could tell that his bodyguard was barely holding himself together. The various insults and 'teases' that the hyena had offered since their arrival hadn't been easy to take, and the need to defend Simba's honor had obviously been hard to suppress. Much more, and he wouldn't be surprised if Naka just pounced Shenzi and had done with it, regardless of what they needed.

Simba glanced back at the hyena, watched as the patriarch of the scavengers cocked his head to the side. The slight motion sent a ripple right down to the hyena's shaft, making it sway slightly to the side.

"You want to try asking again, Princy?" Shenzi asked. "I'm sure that you'll get it right eventually."

"...I don't."

"Come again?" Shenzi asked.

"I don't want to play this game. I want to make the Pride Lands better."

"Yeah? Well, you need what I know to do that."

"Do I? You said that you'd tell us, and now, you're making us beg. So, do you have something, or don't you?"

"Ooooh, Princy's getting a backbone. Who would have thought?"

"I think you would have, considering you liked riding my dick so much."

Simba spat that one out without thinking about it, but he was surprised to see the hyena's cock jump in response. The sheer shock of that hit both him and Shenzi at the same time, but for once, Simba was ready to capitalize on it and the hyena wasn't.

"Oh, are you that eager for it again?" Simba smiled, reaching down slowly and fondling his own cock. "The king of the scavengers, eager for lion cock?"

"Oh ho ho..."

"Not laughing so hard now, are you?" Simba asked, smiling a bit. "Sure, you were on top before, riding me, but I bet you want be kneel before prince. Kneel before me, feel your ass shake, and bounce, and jiggle..."

The spell broke as he hesitated, and Simba groaned as Shenzi's shaken smile firmed up again. The hyena chuckled.

"Not bad, Princy, but you're not ready to try that on me, not yet. Not by a long shot."

"..."

"But nice try." The hyena chuckled. "Nice enough that I'm going to give you something extra. You see, that uncle of yours? Himself? He's all kinds of wrapped up in plots and schemes."

"I know that -"

"But did you know that he's the one that started the whole thing?"

"...I had the rough idea."

"Then maybe you need proof, right? Proof that you can show the rest of the kingdom?"

"...You have that?"

"Hehehe, oh, I do. I have everything you need to show the truth. But...You have to go to Scar to show him, first."

Simba gritted his teeth. The idea of going to his uncle for anything sat ill with him. If it was true, if Scar really had set this whole thing in motion, that he'd started this near-war just to throw his father under the Rock, then talking with him would be a bad idea. But if that was the condition to get the proof in the first place...

"Why?" Simba asked.

"What?" Naka shook his head. "No way. No. We are not doing this, my prince. This is just a trick."

"No trick here, bodyguard," Shenzi said, still shaking his head with that teasing smile. "Just something for me."

"...What do you want me to do?" Simba asked.

"Just go to Scar, and tell him, 'Shenzi says that there's more than one king to serve.' That's all you gotta say."

"...And what will that do?"

"Oh, just remind him that he's made a deal, and that if he wants to keep everything that he's gotten from it, he better do his part."

"I thought you were helping us."

"Heh, I'm helping myself, Princy. And you can help yourself by doing this. Get that done, and I'll make sure that you have everything you need to take your uncle down..."

Simba could feel that something was just a little off here. It wasn't the same as when he could feel the presence of that dark stuff at the edge of his vision, nor was it like the sensation of his father's power as king. No, it was something else, something that he wasn't getting, almost like that feeling of being manipulated and teased when he had been here the last time, when the hyenas had used him and made him into their bitch.

It wasn't so sexual this time, but he could tell Shenzi was using him for something, something that wasn't going to end well for him. He gritted his teeth, looking down and away -

"Nnngh!"

"Of course, if you don't want to do that, Princy, we could have some fun right here, right now," the hyena said, his leg extended and his muddy toes flicking the lion's cock up. "Looks like you'd enjoy that just as much..."

"Get your foot off him!"

Naka kicked the hyena away, and did it hard enough that Simba heard the crack of leg against leg. It shattered the little pleasure that had been building in his crotch, leaving him panting in surprise. Shenzi, too, looked shocked. Shocked and in more than a little bit of pain, for that matter.

"Nnngh...you got a leg on you, bodyguard. Looks like Princy's got someone that can take care of him..."

"I'm not going to let anyone else manipulate him. Not anymore."

"Heh...well, then. Maybe I can give you that something extra, then."

"And what's that?" Simba asked.

"Just a little gift. Something that'll keep Scar from pushing you down so easily this time."

"This time?"

"You don't think that you were doing everything of your own free will, do you, Princy? You might have a voice for this...but Scar's the one that knows the dark parts of a person. He'll find what you need, and he'll make you want it. Just like he did to that lion bitch that you brought us."

Like Sarakiba. He remembered the broken nature of that one, how the Wanton One had changed compared to what he had once been like. The need, the utter shamelessness and need that had burned in the pierced lion, had been so different to what he was used to. He knew that Scar had been behind that, but...

What else had his uncle done? What else was the dark-maned lion doing to the Pride?

He glanced at Naka, and his bodyguard nodded. Much as neither of them trusted the hyena, they both knew that they didn't have the best chance against that sort of power. They needed anything that they could get to keep them sane against it.

"Fine," Simba said.

"Hehehehe, good, good. Now, lay down."

"Why?"

"Because I gotta draw this on you...and it's easier to do it this way."

The two lions glanced at each other, neither liking the idea of being helpless like that, but so far, Shenzi hadn't lied to them. The patriarch had been open about everything, and was willing enough to help. Not even snapping back after the kick, either. Simba slowly lowered himself to his back, keeping his hands at his sides, and Naka did the same after a moment's hesitation.

Shenzi set to work. The hyena stepped forward, dragging his toes through the mud before lowering them to Simba's cock. The feeling of slick muck pressing down on his cock was both filthy and sensual, surprisingly so, and he groaned as his cock started rising.

"Ain't gonna be like one of Rafiki's spells. You're gonna be throbbing from this all day long, Princy, and you too, bodyguard. But it'll keep Scar from making you do what he wants. Long as you can keep your head on straight, that is, hehehe."

Simba gritted his teeth, trying to keep his thoughts more focused on what he'd have to do when he got back to Pride Rock rather than what was happening between his legs, but it was hard. Even though it was only one foot down there, even though it wasn't even the teasing footjob that he had 'suffered' from the hyenas before, it was still a filthy, pleasurable distraction. He groaned at the slick squelches between Shenzi's toes, and the feeling of muck being rubbed into his shaft.

At the same time, he felt little scratches through his fur, something that amounted to little things being written in a circle around the base of his shaft. He wanted to look up, to see what was happening, but he knew better than to move. The few times that Rafiki had used his magic, it had been integral to stay still to make sure that the symbols didn't get mussed. And Rafiki used fruit-paint, not mud, so this was even more important.

With each stroke, each rub down there, he could feel his cock getting stiffer, harder, standing out straighter. It was like his mind was getting drawn right out of his head and down into his dick was how sensitive it was getting, and he groaned as the hyena's toes passed over his balls and down to the spot just under them, continuing to write the circle in that spot. He hissed under his breath, leaning his head back as he felt how hard he was getting, how his shaft was starting to drip over his belly.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"Yeah, feels good, don't it?" Shenzi chuckled. "It's gonna keep feeling good. Just don't let that take over, okay? Scar's gonna push ya, but as long as you focus on what you want, you got a chance. Just make sure to tell him what I told ya, got it?"

"Mmmph...mmm-hmm..."

With one more messy, slimy stroke over his shaft, Simba was marked. Shenzi pulled his foot back, and the lion prince pulled himself to his feet. He looked down at his cock, saw the way that there was almost a hyena footprint pressed into his cock and balls, pressed into the flesh around them. With his cock bobbing free, he could see the cock-shaped gap in the footprint that had been left over his stomach, and he blushed slightly.

However, he could also make out the little marks that had been left in that circle around his groin, and he knew from the feeling of power coursing through that shape that Shenzi had been honest about that. There was something protective there, something that focused on bringing his lust forward and...and...

"Mmmph..."

He wanted things, again. He wanted to...to hump, to grind, to bend over and -

No, no, focus.

He took a deep breath, trying to think through the lustful pulses that were rushing through his groin, through the churning throbs that ran through his balls. Oh, that was a powerful sensation, something that he had almost forgotten about in his guilt. It was almost overpowering, but...

Father...

He remembered his father in the Rock, remembered that the King had been imprisoned, and that his uncle had been smart enough to take over. Scar had become a hero to the Pride Lands for something that was all his fault, something that everyone blamed Mufasa for when they should be blaming the dark-maned lion. That had to be fixed. Until then, he could wait...he could throb, and pulse, and drip, and wait to satisfy that until after he had taken care of his uncle.

That brought his attention back to the moment, and he was able to distract himself from the constant throbbing between his legs. Not much, but enough. He nodded, and Shenzi whistled.

"Well, well. Princy can handle himself, after all. Well, you just wait there a minute. I gotta do the same thing to your bodyguard. Hopefully, he's got the same sort of self-control you do."

"I do," Naka muttered.

"Yeah? Well, we're about to find out..."

Sending the lions off with their markings, Shenzi shook his head. This was somewhat crossing Scar, but he was pretty sure that all that they'd accomplish was to piss the big guy off. His power wasn't going to be enough to block everything. Hell, most of what it did was just make them so horny that all they could think about was their own body, their own desires. Sure, it'd keep Scar from just saying that they wanted to do what he said, but Scar was smart enough to think around that, given time.

No, the important part was the show of power, the reminder that Shenzi had options. Not just Simba, either.

The hyena patriarch looked over his shoulder, back to the border that they guarded. There was the other Pride. If the worst came to worst, if Scar didn't fulfill his side of the bargain, then Shenzi could always just open the border entirely, offering that Pride the chance to come in and do what they wanted. It might not work out well for everyone, but the hyenas had always been at the bottom of the heap. Scar had offered them the chance to rise, but hadn't fulfilled that obligation just yet. If he wouldn't...

Well, maybe someone else would.

Shenzi leaned back against the rock, slowly scuffing out the little symbol that he had scrawled down. As he did, he watched the lions leave. They were, so far, able to keep from humping each other's brains out. They were focused on their mission, more so than he expected from a pair of cats that had their libidos kicked up so high.

Maybe they'll be able to do something.

If nothing else, Shenzi had ensured that the status quo was going to end. Whether Scar delivered, or Shenzi started looking at his other options, the hyena had made sure that this damned limbo would come to an end.

"Nnngh...how can you...mmph...think with this?" Naka asked.

Simba honestly didn't know. He wasn't even sure that he was thinking. All he knew was that he needed to get to Scar, needed to deliver the message, and then get back to Shenzi before the hyena patriarch changed his mind. If this didn't go the way that he wanted, if this didn't go right, if he got distracted, then he, his father, and all the tribes and people of the Pride Lands would be in danger.

Keep walking...keep walking...

The naked lions kept walking through the savannah, and Naka wasn't the only one hissing, gasping, huffing when the grasses tickled their balls or slid against their thighs, or - more rarely - stroked along their taints and between their cheeks. Every touch was another reminder of pleasure, another little tease of what they could have if they just stopped and enjoyed themselves.

Only raw determination kept them moving. Simba pushed that, even as he kept looking back and seeing Naka panting, streaked with sweat and shimmering in the afternoon sun. The two of them were both aroused beyond all belief, and he doubted that either of them would be able to last the entire day. They needed to hurry before -

"Mmmph..."

Naka paused, gripping his own cock for a moment, and had to grip his hand with the other to pull it away. Simba watched, almost transfixed at the sight of the pearly dot of pre-cum running down his bodyguard's shaft, and shivered as he realized just how screwed the two of them would be if even one of them gave him.

Scar could...could make us...

The idea of his uncle stopping them before they started with a simple suggestion to fuck one another sent chills down his spine, and it gave him a moment's clarity. Simba reached out, putting a hand on Naka's shoulder.

"Go back to Sakabi," he said.

"What? No."

"You need to...mmmph...you need to tell the Chosen just what Shenzi told us."

"But Shenzi...nnngh..."

"No proof, but better than nothing. Tell Sakabi. Make sure...make sure he knows."

"And you?"

"I'm going to try..." He took a deep breath. "Try and talk to my uncle. If I can. Better just one on one. Otherwise...He might make us do it. Do it his way, not our way."

Simba could already imagine the difference. With how horned up he and Naka were, it would be all too easy for the scarred lion to push them down and make them do things that they would normally never do to each other. Cruel things, dark things, bloody things. Whether it was the bodyguard teaching the stupid prince a lesson, or the prince exerting his authority over the rebellious guard, the minute that one of them broke, the other would follow.

Naka saw that, too. His companion nodded slowly, taking his hand.

"I'll tell Sakabi. Then...then I'll make my way outside."

"Careful."

"You too."

They split up. Simba knew that they had taken a risk talking, but he hadn't heard or felt his uncle's presence while they did. He just hoped that it hadn't been masked by blind need.

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Simba arrived at the dark tunnels that led into the depths of Pride Rock. The other lions were busy nearer the surface, most of them avoiding the places where his father was kept, and where Scar seemed to have set up his own rooms when he wasn't holding court further up. He took a deep breath and began the descent into the darkness.

Tell him that Shenzi said that there's more than one king to serve.

Telling himself the message over and over again, Simba let himself be drawn into the darkness of the deep caves. The smells down here were different, stronger, a little bit muskier than they were in the upper levels. He was used to those smells, the scents of sex something that all members of the Pride were used to after a certain time. But this was different, darker, more of a pungent, slightly bitter scent. Something that clung, something that held, something that claimed someone in a different way.

He shivered, his cock continuing to throb, a little tingle going down beneath his balls and running around to the other side. His asshole puckered the deeper he went, and he breathed slowly, deeply, trying to get used to the smell around him.

Eventually, though, he was all but lost. The air was dank, almost wet, and he couldn't see anything. He slowed, stopping with his hand on the wall, and he shook his head.

"Uncle...Uncle, are you there?" he called out.

"Mmm. Nephew. What brings you to the depths of the Rock?"

"I wanted...I wanted to talk to you."

"Did you, now? And what about? I thought that I heard you going to the elephants. Something about me?"

So he was listening. Naka had been there, listened, confirmed it, but now he heard it out of Scar's own mouth. He shook his head.

"Are you there?"

"I'm here. Are you scared of the dark, nephew?"

"A little."

"Heh. Then let me."

A spark lit up the darkness for a split second, then another, before the fire of sparks from stones caught some dried grasses. The dark mane of his uncle jumped from the shadows, and so did the dark red fur that covered the rest of his body. His uncle reclined back again, resting against a shadowy throne that seemed almost carved from the wall, and he smiled slowly.

"Hmmm, it seems that you've been visiting the hyenas, nephew. What on earth would you be doing out there, I wonder?"

"I...brought a message from Shenzi."

"...Did you, now?" For the first time, Scar's face twisted, still smirking, but with pulled-down eyebrows. The expression was as displeased as he had ever seen his uncle be. "And what might Shenzi have to say to me?"

"He said..."

He said that he had other options for kings to serve. That has to mean me, right? Scar, father, and me. He has options...

Simba groaned, the throbbing down below reminding him of more things, of how Scar had awakened the need to dominate others, how Scar had shown him how it felt to extend domination, and be affected by it. His eyes flicked down, looking at his uncle's exposed shaft again, seeing how that long, slender rod seemed so harmless at the moment, even when he knew that the thing could grow far bigger, could claim the powerful zebras and elephants if it so wished.

It could claim me...

The thought of his uncle pushing him against the wall scared him as much as it intrigued him, and he managed to pull back from that. His toes curled against the rock beneath him, and he wheezed out a breath that he hadn't realized that he'd been holding. The darkness around him, barely kept at bay by the weak torch, felt like it was waiting to help his uncle swallow him up.

"Shenzi said, 'Tell Scar that I have other kings I can serve.'"

There. The message was delivered. Now, all he had to do was wait for a response, and then he could get the proof that he needed from Shenzi. Then he could bring that back, and he could...he could...

If Scar lets me leave...

Simba was struck dumb in that moment. For all that he'd realized what his uncle was doing, for all that he had managed to figure out ways around talking about Scar where it could be overheard, he hadn't gone so far as to think of what he'd do if his uncle refused to let him go. Surely, his uncle wouldn't go that far. Surely, Scar wasn't that...

His uncle stared at him, his eyes narrowed as he slowly cocked his head to the side. The dark-maned lion slowly pulled himself to his feet, running his hands back through his mane and pulling it over his shoulders once more as he padded about the room.

"Is that the whole message, nephew?"

"...It is."

"I see. And why did you agree to take this message for the scavenger king?"

"..."

"Tell me, nephew. It's been too long since you and I talked. I should have been there when you woke up, but I was sadly busy. The Pride Lands will not run themselves, after all. And Mufasa...he has been distant."

"I - do you have something to tell Shenzi?"

"Do you have something to tell me, Simba?" Scar asked, smiling down at him. In the darkness, it looked more like a leer, a horrendous, horrifying thing that seemed almost more demonic than living. "Come now, talk to your uncle. What's bothering you?"

"Do...you have..."

Simba struggled, particularly as his uncle moved behind him, as that soft, long-fingered hand rested on his shoulder, pulling him back. They were close, now, close enough to feel one another's heat. His uncle's chest pressed against his back, that other arm wrapping around him and holding him close. He shivered, not from the cold, or from the wetness in the air, but from the horror of what was holding him...

And how much more he wanted...

The tremors that had been running through him from the start, the needs that his cock filled him with, had kept him focused on just dealing with that. He wanted to change things, to fix things, but...

But at the core of it all, there was still a question. A burning, desperate question of why his uncle had done this still needed to be answered. He should keep his mouth shut, he knew that, but that want, that need, overpowered everything else. He looked over his shoulder, up at his uncle's drawn face.

"Why did you do this?" he whispered.

"Oh, Simba..."

His uncle's voice dripped with what someone else might have called sympathy, but there was none of that feeling for the prince. Even as he was enfolded in the other lion's arms, he felt none of the comfort that he would have gotten from Sakabi, or from his father, or even from Naka. There was just that feeling of being held, even restrained by his uncle, all but crushed into the other male's arms.

"Do you remember what I told you, when you found me with the zebra?"

"..."

"There are those that find pleasure in submission...and those, like me, who find pleasure in domination."

"...You and me, you said..."

"Yes, Simba...I did."

His uncle's mane fell over his face, and he could feel hot breath against the back of his neck, and his ear. That slender shaft was rising, thickening against the back of his thigh, and then along his rump, rising higher with each passing second and reminding him what his fate would be if he stayed where he was. He should twist, run, pull away, but -

"Do you still want that, Simba?" his uncle asked.

"I don't...want...to hurt people," he whispered. "I hurt others...you used me...to hurt others."

"Did I?" Scar asked. "Or did I use you...to give you what you really wanted?"

Simba opened his mouth -

"You wanted to be wanted. You craved attention...to be seen as a prince...and more..."

Simba groaned, feeling his cock throb as he remembered what the hyenas had done when he visited. Shenzi had offered his ass, had helped him have his fun with Naka, to put the bodyguard in his place. He remembered that pleasure, remembered what he had been given and what he had been allowed to take.

He remembered how he had been able to take the wildebeest -

Hurt the wildebeest.

Simba groaned, stepping forward and way from his uncle. The trace of hot liquid along his ass told him how close that shaft had been to sliding into him, and it sent shivers down his spine to think about how much he wanted that.

"You...made me...change things."

"Did I?"

"You used me...manipulated me."

"Simba. Look at me." Scar forced him to look up, and in that moment, Simba was almost grateful. The lust burning through him, the need and hurt that warred with one another were constantly tilting around, and every time that he looked down at something sexual, his needs almost won. "Simba...you let yourself be used."

"I did...I didn't..."

"Oh, but you did." Scar leaned in, chuckling. "You have the power to change things, nephew...but you're scared. It's easier...so much easier...to just bend the knee...to let someone else take control."

Let someone else take control...

"Let someone else be responsible..."

Let someone else be responsible...

"Simba, Simba..." His uncle chuckled. "You could be a prince. You have the power...but until you have the courage? You are nothing but a pawn. And now...you will be my pawn."

"Nnngh..."

"Ah, ah."

His uncle gripped him by the balls, shaking his head and slowly pulling down. The pressure around his sac was just enough to make him go completely still, his eyes wide as pain and pleasure mixed together as one. His uncle's hand on his chin disappeared, allowing him to look down his uncle's body, all the way to Scar's cock, throbbing hard, not as thick as his own but longer, more domineering, a cruel rod that nonetheless looked like it would break anyone that had it thrust inside them.

"You carried your message well. And now, my nephew, I'm afraid that you've pushed things into motion again. My, my. If you could only make the things that you wanted to happen, happen...but for now, it seems that I have to push things forward faster than I would have liked..."

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

"Become king, of course." Scar smiled. "Until you are ready for it, of course..."

Simba groaned, trying once more to rise to his feet, but his uncle was right. He did not have the courage. Not anymore. Realizing how many times he'd failed, how many ways he'd gotten it wrong, had crushed him. He lowered his head, even as Scar's rod twitched over him, drooling the juices of the King's line over his mane.

"I will care for you, nephew. Don't worry. You won't suffer the same fate as your father...But you must learn...if you will not do, then you will be done."

Will be done? What did that -

He groaned as his uncle lowered his cock, the barbed tip rubbing against his lips. It was the first time that he had felt another lion doing that, and he shivered as he slowly looked up. The darker red of his uncle's fur stood out, even in the low, dying light of the torch. He shivered as he felt that shaft rubbing against his lips again, past taboo, past the wrongness. The chance to allow someone else responsibility, even if he could never hold them accountable, was too much for him to resist.

"Open your mouth, nephew."

He did, and slowly, that shaft pressed back into his mouth, oozing, dripping, rolling with pre-cum over his tongue. The flavor was different to what he expected, stronger, warmer, a bit muskier. He shivered as the salt taste spread over the roof of his mouth, and more, as the barbs stroked along his tongue towards the back of his throat.

As he sucked it down, he almost felt something watching, but in his shame, he fled from the feeling. He didn't want to think of someone else seeing him like this, broken, shattered. He had never deserved the title of prince.

He was a broken lion. If he could not do anything - and he had proven that he could not - then he might as well be directed by someone that knew what they were doing.

The End

Summary: Simba and Naka get a task from Shenzi, who promises to give them the evidence they want for Scar if they follow through on this. It doesn't go the way they expect.

Tags: M/M, Incest, Oral, Blowjob, Nudity, Lion King. The Lion King, All Male, Gay, Footjob, Foot Fetish, Mud, Series, Pre-Cum, Anthro, Scar, Simba, Shenzi, Erection,