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A Gay Lion King Parody

Chapter 15: King's Pawn

Sponsored by Johnzaloog

By Draconicon

With Simba's submission, things moved quickly around Pride Rock. Scar's coronation as King was put forth by himself, backed by Simba, and acknowledged by Mufasa. The old monarch's guilt was sufficient to keep him from defending himself, and few, aside from Sakabi, dared speak up for him. The others were still shocked by the brutality of their monarch, and their faith in him had passed.

Everyone expected things to change, and change they did. The Pride was officially joined to the hyenas, something that shocked the rest of the Pride Lands, but none more so than the other lions. For all that Scar had been a peacemaker to Mufasa's warmongering, there had been some hopes that he would maintain the status quo, not pull the outsiders even closer to their own ranks.

Of course, the hyenas were more than thrilled with the invitation to join the lions at Pride Rock. They moved in almost immediately, and Scar shifted some of the allied tribes to the hyenas' old lands, occupying the gap that led to the Outlands, and where the other lions lived. The Pride Lands were more secure than ever...

But something still felt wrong, though none but a chosen few could have said why.

Simba woke from another guilty dream, his head down against the rocks, but his rump...

"That's it, Simba...you know what you owe your king..."

The young prince lifted his hips further, shivering as he felt those slender fingers running along his hips, one digit sliding between his cheeks and under his tail. The long, tufted tip went up, and he shivered as his uncle rammed that finger in. He took it, took it all too easily, and his cock shot up almost instantly.

"Mmmph..."

"That's it...you know what you need...Tell your uncle..."

"I...I need to..."

"Yes, Simba...say it for me..."

Squelch, squelch, squelch. Scar's finger slid in and out under his tail, plunging into the mess from last night. Three rounds, three hard ruts that had milked the new king into his ass. Simba had been taken right there, right in front of the rest of the Pride as an acknowledgement of his abdication of the throne.

For now. For now, he reminded himself. This was not something that would last forever. Only until he had the right to take it again, only until he had the strength of will to challenge his uncle and be a proper king.

"Ah!"

But still, he gasped as he felt a second finger sliding inside of him, working his hole open again. In the short time since his first submission, he had been fucked, rutted even, by his uncle every single night. He had been trained, forced down, held beneath sac, shaft, and sole, taught how to give obeisance to the new King. Every time that Scar forced him down, it became easier to just slip into his control, to just...give in...

It's my fault...

Simba groaned as he felt a third finger hooking past his rim, arching his back higher, going up on his tiptoes and the tips of his fingers as his uncle made him show off. He gasped for breath, his cock hard with more than morning wood against his belly.

"Nnngh..."

"What do you need, Simba? Be honest..."

"I...I need you, uncle..."

"What do you need from me?"

"To...to tell me what to do...to keep me from screwing up..."

"That's right...Those that cannot command...who cannot be trusted...must fall beneath those that can..."

Squelch. The fingers slid free, leaving him gasping again, feeling the emptiness that remained. It wouldn't last. It never did. But in that moment, feeling the slimy seed that was left from the night before oozing from his pucker, feeling it dribbling down his sac and falling to the floor, he trembled. He pushed back, offering himself without even thinking about it, knowing that he needed what only his uncle could give him.

This is wrong...this is wrong...

That little voice was all that remained of the prince's pride. Once he'd understood how far he'd fallen, once he realized just how utterly stupid he had been, every hint of his arrogance had melted away. His confidence, built on it, had gone with it. All that was left was the voice that remembered how wrong this was, and how Scar was not to be trusted.

But that voice was all that remained of all that he used to be, all that he used to take pride in. Even it was buried beneath the voice that told him that he was the one that was too stupid to be trusted. His mistakes, his arrogance, had been what had led his father to be imprisoned, and that, in turn, led to Scar taking power, because he couldn't stand up for himself, because he...

Because I can't trust myself...

Simba lifted his hips higher as his uncle moved behind him, leaving him perched on the tips of his toes and fingers. Still on all fours, but all but gripping his ankles, he stared straight ahead as his uncle's shaft rested between his cheeks. The tip was wet, hot, and prickly all at once, and he shivered as it rubbed between them, grinding against his hole. The very end of it kept sliding in, pricking at his insides before pulling back, then doing it again, and again, and again, each time sending another shiver down his spine.

Just...just do it...

Then, his uncle did. One smooth thrust, one that almost knocked him off his feet.

"Nnngh..."

"Hmmm, now, now, Simba...don't fall over...you need this..."

"Y-yes, uncle..."

"Keep your balance..."

He struggled, but managed it. In, in, in, that shaft went, squishing out the rest of the fluids from last night, hilting deep inside. His cock throbbed up, answering Scar's power with a whimpering drip of his own juices. Throb, pulse, throb, pulse, his inner walls clenching down, feeling that cock so deep inside him.

"Ah...ah..."

"Oh, Simba...you really can't help yourself, can you?" Scar whispered. "So weak...so tired..."

"Ah..."

"And so...very...desperate..."

His uncle's hand found his cock, teasing it, stroking it, leaving him oozing all the more in the few seconds that he was held. Simba thrust forward, unable to stop himself, but the stimulation only lasted for a few seconds. In, out, in, out - done. The fingers were gone, and he was humping air, bucking back against his uncle's shaft, fucking himself on it.

"What do you need, Simba?" Scar asked again.

"I need...I need you, uncle. I need you...I need you..."

Each time he repeated that, he could feel that shaft throbbing all the harder inside him, oozing, dripping. It claimed him, took him, used him, and he was all too happy to submit and allow it. He pushed back, taking it further into his hole, feeling his uncle's balls against his own, then slid forward. Sliding, scraping, tugging at him, slowly breaking him down, taking him further to that one moment of utter need.

Push, slide, push, slide. Always so horny of late, always needy. His hole felt empty whenever his uncle wasn't fucking him. His cock begged for attention, but he was restricted, kept from touching it. Not allowed. Not allowed. His body belonged to his uncle, and that meant that he had to save it for Scar.

In, out, in, out. The thrusting following the pulsing of more pre-cum filling him up. So wet, so slippery inside. The squelches returned, echoing before the soft clap of flesh on flesh, his uncle's hips slapping off his ass.

Simba heard that little voice inside telling him to fight back, to rise up, to remind his uncle of who was really in line for the throne. He put it down; there was no point in fighting it. Not anymore.

In, out, in, out, the barbs on the head of the shaft tickling him inside, hitting that spot that made him feel good. He moaned, his cock spitting pre-cum over the stone. Scar leaned in, stroking his fingers through the prince's mane. It was soft, gentle, teasing...but the claws at the end of his fingers were not. They traced a red line around his throat, heated and burning at him, reminding him of what he had become.

"My little Wanton nephew..."

Simba trembled. It would take so little for Scar to declare him a Wanton One at this point, reducing him to what Sarakiba was seen as in the eyes of the Pride. Nothing but a toy for those that were above him to use.

It terrified him.

It excited him.

"Cum for me, nephew..."

Thrust, thrust, thrust. Scar was speeding up, and Simba was gasping for breath again. His eyes were rolling back, his cock throbbing, pulsing against his belly. He could feel the pre-cum raining down, some dripping, some squirting far enough to hit his face.

"Cum for your King."

Simba moaned out loud, arching his back as he felt the sudden spasms running through him. His cock jumped again, this time spurting, his balls rising up and his seed raining down. The heat splattered across his face, over his lips and nose, and he blushed worse as he felt it sticking to his whiskers. He painted his own face as he felt Scar doing the same to his insides.

The shame lingered, even as the want remained as his uncle pulled out. He gritted his teeth, his fingers clenching into fists as he slumped forward, barely able to stay on all fours.

"You may go for a walk around the Rock, Simba...I encourage it..."

"Mmmph..."

"The people should see their Prince."

And what you've made of me, the young lion thought, knowing what he looked like...and knowing that he couldn't deny his uncle.

Mufasa remained in his cell. He knew that Scar had become King, but since the coronation, he had not been allowed any visitors. The once-king knew that it was due to the proceedings out there, but having lost his connection with the Pride Land with Scar's ascension, he had no idea how many days he had been locked away. He didn't know what had happened to the lands, and he didn't know what had happened to his son.

His son.

"Simba..."

He reached out one hand into the distance, half-imagining that he could feel his son out there. It was an illusion, nothing more, a lie that the king told himself to comfort his aching heart, but he believed it nonetheless. If nothing else, it let him think that there was a chance to see his son again, and that they might forgive one another.

Or at least...for him to forgive me...

Until the coronation, Mufasa used the power of the king to piece together some hint of what had happened. He did not know what Scar had done, but he knew that his son had been a piece of some puzzle, some hint of manipulation. What that had been, he didn't know, but he knew that his son had blamed himself...and that his brother had taken advantage of it. That was the last thing that he had seen, his son, his prince, his Simba on all fours, taking his brother's cock beneath his tail.

Brother...

He clenched his fist, then closed his eyes. There was nothing that he could do against Scar, not from the prison caverns deep beneath the Rock. And not with the hyenas standing guard outside.

He sighed, shaking his head.

"Mufasa."

Sakabi's voice. He felt a smile growing on his cheeks, and he turned. His lion, his Chosen, stood between the hyenas. Sakabi bowed his head, stepping inside. Not before one of the hyenas gripped him by the rump, however.

Mufasa's warning growl meant nothing, and Sakabi didn't fight back, merely tolerated it until he was out of reach. The two lions embraced, holding one another in a moment without words. Their hands explored one another, not in perversion, but in reminders to one another, remembering what they had gone without for so long.

The moment couldn't last. Mufasa pulled back.

"What has happened? Tell me everything."

And so, Sakabi did. It came in a flood, from the coronation to the union with the hyenas. They were everywhere, his Chosen said, spread throughout the Rock, always at Scar's side, displacing those that had been chosen for him at the coronation and taking up every prominent place. The Pride itself was tasked with dealing with things outside of Pride Rock, ensuring that they were never allowed to be at rest.

"And my son?" Mufasa asked.

"...Scar keeps him."

"Where?"

"I don't know...Neither I nor Naka have been able to find him."

"My brother's stolen my son..."

"He's a hostage in all but name. The Pride Lands don't know it yet, but..."

"Scar is keeping him, training him..."

"As only he can...He's trying to break him, dear...break him like he did Sarakiba..."

"...Where is Sarakiba now?" Mufasa asked.

"He's the only lion that Scar allows close, now. The only one that stays with him. And...and is used regularly, by both Scar and the hyenas. I fear for our son, Mufasa...I fear for him."

And in truth, so did he. He knew the power that his brother could bring to bear. It had been the way that they had chosen to rule the Pride Lands. Scar would rule the night, and he would rule the day. It was meant to keep things balanced between them, but it seemed that the intent had gone off the rails.

But...there was one more thing that he had to know.

"My brother...what did he do?" he asked. "You must have seen something...what did he do?"

"...I only know what Naka came to me, what he told me that he and Simba found out."

"What was it?"

"Scar...used the hyenas. He knew how angry you would become. He set them up to be killed when you found out. He used Simba to bait you, and then used your anger to displace you."

Of all the things that he had expected to hear, that was not among them, but it was, strangely, the most believable answer. His brother had never been one to move in the open, never been one that would strike against someone in a way that they expected. It always came sideways, from a direction that nobody could have expected.

In some ways, he could admire the move. In others, he found it utterly reprehensible.

"We have to do something. Challenge him," Mufasa said.

"I can't. There's no time."

"There's time. We just -"

"Mufasa...he's...he's going to have you executed. He's made the decision."

Executed. The thought alone sent a shiver down his spine. It was something that he had been told might happen, but as time had passed, leaving him alone in the cavern, he had gradually imagined that he might come through this with his life. The guilt that made him think that he deserved it had faded, and his hopes for the future had given him a reason to hold back. He thought -

But no. His brother wouldn't say it unless he genuinely was going to go through with it. He was too careful for that.

"When?" Mufasa whispered.

"He hasn't said when, but he was talking to the hyenas, and Sarakiba. I happened to listen in, and I...I heard him say that he had decided to give the Pride Lands what they wanted. No more Mufasa. No more you."

Sakabi was holding strong, at least. The lion did his best to keep from showing the fear he doubtlessly felt on his face, and was not panicking, shouting, screaming, or anything like that. But he was clearly shaken, and doing his best to keep from letting it get worse.

Mufasa took a deep breath. If there was something to be done, then he had to make a decision now. Execution...Scar had to have this planned already, which meant that it would happen soon. Perhaps even in a day. If so, then he had to get out, escape. Perhaps he would have the luck to grab Simba on the way, but if not, then he would still have to escape Pride Rock. Flee to the Outlands, perhaps, or to one of the other reaches of the world. Somewhere outside of Scar's reach, somewhere to start building up something to take back the kingdom.

For one thing was clear. Scar could not be trusted with the Pride Lands.

"Sakabi. I need you to do something for me..."

Scar smiled as he leaned on the throne, one eye closed as he listened to the voices deep below, the power of the King rushing through him. For the first time, he could do what Mufasa did, seeing the world as well as hearing it. As if he was in the chamber beneath Pride Rock, he could see his brother and Sakabi, and could hear them, too.

My, my, my. How quickly the desperate forget...

It had been a minor plot, something that he had conceived as a test of his new powers. Sakabi had been desperate to save the former king from execution, but Scar had known that there was a risk in killing his brother. Though the Pride Lands had called for Mufasa's blood for what he had done, the fact that the hyenas had never called that loudly had slowly sunk in. Though Scar had been able to take the throne, the desire for Mufasa to die had slowly faded from the subjects of the Pride. To execute him now would be to risk instability of an enormous magnitude.

But if Mufasa was to, say, attempt an escape from Pride Rock...if he were to try and fight his way free, as a sign of being discontent with the reign of his brother, the rightfully appointed King...

Well, that would merely reinforce to everyone that the once-king could not respect the rules. Treaties, traditions, nothing would be seen as sacred if Mufasa tried to escape an execution order that didn't actually exist.

Of course, he had known Sakabi was listening. That one was always listening, always perched around the throne room where nobody else could see. Nobody but the King, that was.

Scar chuckled, shaking his head slowly as he idly teased his shaft. The fact that he had come so far so fast was a testament to his own skills, and he could not help but wallow in self-satisfaction. There were so many ways that he could change the world, now. He had the power to do whatever he wanted...and there were no pesky little laws that could stand in his way. Finally, he was the king...

His cock was still wet from taking his nephew, and he could imagine taking him again, and again. It would not take long before Simba was utterly broken in. The prince would never be quite suitable to take the throne, he imagined, but it would be good to have a back-up until he had an heir. A back-up, a possible ambassador...

Once he was broken, at least.

He reached out, grabbing Sarakiba by the back of his head. The Wanton One, shaved, pierced, gasping for air, turned to him from where the slut knelt sucking a hyena's cock. Scar turned Sarakiba's face to his crotch, shoving the slut down to suck him clean. There was no complaint. Not one.

Scar leaned his head back, sighing in pleasure as he enjoyed the blowjob. Mufasa would attempt his escape in...yes, half a day. The hyenas would be ready...and so would the convenient witnesses of the other tribes that had come to pledge allegiance to the new King.

Scar had left him to do as he wanted, and Simba shivered as he walked around the top of Pride Rock. When his father had been King, he hadn't been allowed up here without Mufasa or Sakabi's express permission. Now, it was the only part of Pride Rock that he was allowed to stroll about without Scar at his side. He had been told to let others see him, but this was the extent of that. He could be seen by those that were outside the Rock, while others in it were not able to find him.

Unless Scar allowed them to find him, that was. Simba sat down at the edge of the Rock, looking down, hearing the soft sounds of padding feet coming up behind him. He closed his eyes, knowing who it was without looking.

"Shenzi."

The hyena paused, then barked with laughter.

"My, my. Is Princy getting better with his powers?"

"It's the only thing I can do," Simba muttered, looking down. "I don't know how to do anything else right."

"Well, that's not true. You know how to serve big dick right."

"What do you want?"

"Oh, the usual. To see the dirty little prince. Maybe have a little fun. Oh, oh, I almost forgot. I have a message for you. From your uncle."

There was just enough of a growl there for Simba to guess that all the annoyance that Shenzi had shown before the coronation hadn't gone away. The hyena patriarch still didn't like what was going on, but...

No, no, I'm just guessing. I'm probably wrong. Almost surely wrong.

He shook his head, looking down at the base of the Rock. He could just make out the sight of the other tribes coming in, making their way along the paths that led up the Rock towards the caves below. Maybe they saw him, maybe they didn't. Didn't matter, really. Things wouldn't change.

"Hey, Princy, you hear me?" the hyena growled, poking him in the back of the head. "I got a message for you."

"Mmmph...what?"

"He says that you're going to get a test today."

"Uh-huh."

"And if you pass it, you'll get to have some more freedom."

"He's probably lying," Simba muttered.

"Hey, Princy, since when did you start thinking for yourself again? I thought you'd given up, haha."

"..."

"Anyway. Your dad's gonna try and escape."

"...What?" Simba muttered, blinking a few times. "That...he..."

"Of course, that isn't gonna happen. Scar knows he's gonna try. And you can't stop it. So, Scar's telling you to do the easy thing. Just stay here. Right here. And watch."

"...But...but..."

"Heh, what's the matter, Princy?" Shenzi asked, and he could feel the hyena all but brushing the back of his mane with that familiar, musky dick. "You think that you could make a difference down there? You won't. All my hyenas are waiting for him. And for Sakabi. They're going to come rushing out, trying to break through and cut their way out. He thinks he can just run for the horizon, but Scar's already told everyone that he plans to pardon your dad...if he behaves well.

"How's it gonna look when your dad just breaks out and tries to kill everyone in his way?"

"...How do you live with yourself..."

"Most of the time, I don't." Shenzi chuckled, and the hyena sat down beside the lion prince. "Just gotta find the things that distract me from it all. Kinda like you with your uncle."

"I don't want that. I don't want this."

"Heh, you're the only one that believes that, Princy."

"..."

"You could run off any time. Could do that right now, if you wanted. But you're scared. Scared of what happens if you get it wrong again. Right?"

"Hmmph. Why are you telling me this?"

"Heh...maybe because I know that your uncle's too busy watching your dad to pay attention to us. Maybe, just maybe, I don't like where this is going."

"Why wouldn't you? You're getting what you want."

"Heh, if you think this is what I want, kid..."

The hyena trailed off, shaking his head. He looked down, kicking his legs, and Simba did the same. Though there was nothing to be heard from the heights, one could see that the various tribes were twitching, pulling back a little. Something was obviously happening in the depths of Pride Rock. Was...was Shenzi telling the truth?

If he is...

If he was, so what? Simba knew that the hyena was right about one thing. There was no saving his father from being recaptured, and even with everything he knew, he didn't know if there was anything that he could say about his father's actions, or Scar's manipulations, that would save Mufasa from execution. The most he could do was throw everything into doubt, and that was pushing it.

But if he ran away...

If he ran away, what then? What could he do? He kept fucking up. He kept getting it wrong. At least here, he wasn't making mistakes. Everyone else kept him from making mistakes.

But...but they're not...they're the ones that fooled me into making mistakes in the first place...

That little voice normally would have gotten squashed at that point, but this time, it managed to stick around. Simba listened, helpless as it whispered to him.

You know that Scar's lying to the people. He's going to kill your dad. He's going to make things worse for everyone. He's trying to break you. And you're LETTING him. Just because you're afraid. Afraid that you'll get it wrong again. Can you get it more wrong than this?!

Could he? That would be a stretch even for him, but -

"RAAAWR!"

His father's roar split the air, and he leaned over. His dad was there, Mufasa's arms cutting through the hyenas that were between him and the exit. Blood spilled, males falling on either side, wounded. Shenzi winced, and Simba caught it.

"That's why..."

"Heh...Princy's paying attention."

"Why do you let Scar do this?" he asked.

"Because, sometimes, the alternative's that much worse."

"..."

"If you're gonna run, you better do it soon. He's not going to last long down there, Princy."

Simba hesitated, leaning over the edge one more time. He could see the hyenas ganging up on his father and Sakabi, could see Naka trying to run to join in, only to be held back by other lions. He saw...

He saw his father look up at him.

Simba...

Mufasa panted. The hyenas had been ready for him. Everyone had been ready for him. It was a trap, and he should have seen it coming. He should have known that his brother wouldn't have been stupid enough to let anyone discover his plans before they were ready, should have realized that he was just signing his own death warrant.

He looked around, hoping for some way out, some gap in the trap. The hyenas came from all sides, and the guests to the Rock were blocking the only way down. He could have leaped down, in the past, but he was weaker now, more tired, more drained due to all the time in the cavern below the Rock. He was not as strong as he once was. He looked up...

And he saw his son. The prince looked down at him, and for a moment, he almost felt like they were back to what they had once been.

Son...

For that split second, as their eyes met, he remembered all the years that had passed. He remembered the scant few moments that they could be close to one another, and all the times that he had allowed the concerns of the kingdom to get in the way. Mufasa thought of all the times that he had failed to be a good father, that he had failed to be a good king, but he knew that this, at least, was one time that he could be a good one.

Simba...run. Run away...and someday return...

With a roar, Mufasa flung himself back into the fray. He grabbed the hyenas holding down Sakabi with both hands, pulling them back by the scruff of the neck and throwing them back into the caverns below the Rock. They howled as they went flying away, and he threw his arms back with a roar of challenge. The other hyenas charged, and so did various loyalists to Scar. Crocodiles, gnus, other lions even, rushed him and tried to hold him down. He fell, looking up.

Simba was gone. Perhaps the boy had heard him...perhaps he was free.

Mufasa had a moment of silent, of gratitude. Perhaps, finally, he had done one good thing...

Not yet...have to keep...fighting...hold Scar's attention...

With a roar, he kicked the others from him. He was sealing his own writ of execution. None would forgive him now...but they wouldn't have forgiven him before. At least now, at least here, his death would serve a purpose.

The last thing he saw was Sarakiba holding Naka back from fighting at his side.

Simba fled from Pride Rock, running as fast as his feet would carry him. For the first time in days, he felt nothing. Not need, not sadness, not guilt. He felt nothing but the desperate surge of energy that carried him from Pride Rock across the savannah.

Dad...

He thought of Mufasa falling beneath the attack. He thought of the old King sliding down, holding their eyes. He thought of his uncle, not fighting, not risking himself, just waiting.

And he cried.

The grasses blurred before him and he stumbled, but he threw himself back to his feet just as quickly. He kept running, his head bowed, his eyes wet, his knees scraped. Sooner or later, someone would be sent after him. He needed...he needed to get a head start before Scar ordered the hunt.

He had to get away.

He had to get away!

The End

Summary: Simba is broken...or nearly so. But Scar's plans are not yet finished.

Tags: M/M, Incest, Uncle/Nephew, Scar, Simba, Mufasa, Lion King, The Lion King, Rule 34, Series, All Gay, Anal, Fingering, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Deceit, Politics, Humiliation, Hyena, Various Species,