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A Gay Lion King Parody

Chapter 19

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By Draconicon

Sakabi panted as his hole clenched and released, clenched and released around his fingers. The desperation that Scar had left him with made him feel completely empty without at least one digit back there, but the lion would be damned if he used one of the ivory rods that were left for him to 'play' with in the King's absence.

Even if they had become an undeniable temptation.

Even if looking at them left him fantasizing.

Even if he was completely lost to the need of his hole to the point that he had slid a second, and even a third finger inside of him without realizing until he felt the burn of his pucker easing around them. Sakabi rolled his head back as he forced his fingers back out, shaking his head as he shivered in a squat that exposed both his dangling cock and his quivering hole. His toes curled, scraping his claws along the stone floor, and he barely managed to keep both hands behind him rather than giving into the hunger again.

"No...no..."

It wouldn't last for long. His determination to stay unbroken was fading, and it was fading fast. Every session with Scar took a little more away, and he didn't know how much longer he'd be able to last.

No matter his dignity, no matter how hard he'd struggled to keep the Pride afloat while Mufasa and Scar had ruled together, Sakabi knew that there was nobody that would come to help him with this. He'd made too many enemies when it came to fighting the Pride to release Mufasa from his prison, and had done too much to damage his reputation by standing against Scar. He was alone.

And alone, he was doomed. As any lion would have been, cut off from the Pride, but that made it all the more damning that it had happened to him, of all of them.

Shaking his head, he managed to slowly lower himself to the stone floor, shivering as he did. Scar liked him squatting, showing off everything that he had down there, but he knew that it was just one more way that the other lion exerted his control. Even this defiance, however, was costly. He could feel his body shaking, fear of what would happen to him if he was caught like this leaving him trembling from head to toe.

You can take it. You always have before.

But he had always taken it from Mufasa, someone that appreciated him, someone that wanted him to be better than he was.

Someone that wasn't allowed to see this side of you. That never understood that this was what you really were deep down inside.

Sakabi groaned, shaking his head. The voices inside were so much stronger now, getting louder every time that Scar had his fun. Every time that he was under the other lion, every time that he had that cock up his ass, every time that he was beaten and marked and used in some new way, those voices got louder. They told him how much he enjoyed it, how this must have been what he really wanted if he was getting off to it so hard. Every time that it happened, it made him feel less. Less of the Chosen that he had been, less of the powerful member of the Pride that he had been for years. He was...

He was...

He was so horny.

His cock no longer got hard, but his ass was more than making up for any neediness that his shaft wasn't giving him. Every moment that wasn't spent fingering himself or finding something to ram up his hole was filled with the distraction of wanting it, and even now, even as he pinned his hands behind his back to keep himself from touching his ass, he wanted to. He wanted to ram three, four, all five fingers up his ass. He wanted to shove his ass through the doorway to the tunnel and invite one of the other Pride members in to fuck it. He wanted -

No...no...I don't want...I don't want them...

Not the hyenas. Not yet. He wasn't so far gone that he wanted them inside of him. The very idea of having his cock swaying between his legs, throbbing and yet so limp, oozing from the pressure of a hyena cock inside of his hole and rutting him - he almost vomited. They were filthy creatures, and it was their fault, theirs and Scar's, that the Pride had lost so much.

But...

But there was still...still a way to fix this. All they had to do...

All they had to do was find someone that could challenge Scar. Someone that had a claim to the throne. Someone...

We need...we need Simba...back...

Such a solution shouldn't be so hard to see, but after so long, it was. The constant fucking, Scar's strange power, the way that he was constantly pushed down to think of his hole and his body and nothing more: it meant that thinking of anything but a way to get dicked was almost impossible.

Almost, but not completely.

Sakabi pushed himself back to his feet, almost immediately regretting it from the weight between his legs dragging his balls down. He hissed, feeling every movement tweak him, pulling at his nipples through the piercings that had been stabbed through them, feeling his cock dragged down and swaying from the vine and weight around it, the stone that hung from his balls reminding him what he had become. Everything about him declared him a Wanton One, someone so broken that the Pride could use without worry, someone that had lost themselves to their urges and no more.

He held himself together, shaking, stumbling, but still walking toward the opening to his cavern prison. The lion leaned against the opening, panting as he looked at the hyena guards.

"Heh, what's the matter, 'Chosen'? Need Scar to come down and dick you again?"

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

"You need something besides cock?"

"I need...to talk...to Naka."

Naka. That was the one...that was...He had to talk to the bodyguard. There was a possibility there. Something...something...

Something that could work. Simba and Naka shared a bond. If he could just...

"Please...a runner...to Naka..."

"Heh, we could do that. If you -"

"Hehehe, now what are we doing here, boys?"

Sakabi hissed through clenched teeth, looking up to see Shenzi standing before them. The hyena patriarch stood with his arms folded and cock half-hard, the long, dark shaft pointing halfway between Sakabi and the floor. The other hyenas stood up a bit straighter, grinning at their leader.

"Oh, we were just -"

"I know what you horny boys were doing," Shenzi said, chuckling. "And normally, I'd be all for such blackmail. But right now, do it."

"...Do what?"

"Send someone to find Naka. I think we need to have a chat...and quickly."

Unable to believe his ears, Sakabi stared dumbly as one of the hyenas bobbed his head and set off running. The other, getting a look from Shenzi, darted off down the other hallway, leaving the former Chosen and the leader of the hyenas alone. Still staring, Sakabi silently obeyed the gesture to step back into his prison, and just watched as Shenzi stepped inside, drawing little symbols with his fingers around the door.

By the time that he finally found his voice, the hyena had left little white marks all around the rocks. They didn't look familiar, though they made the room feel warmer than it had been.

"What are you doing?" Sakabi whispered.

"Mmm, just making sure that this stays between you and me. And Naka, when he gets here."

"What do you want from me, hyena?"

"What I've always wanted, hon. The best thing for my people."

"You had -"

"Don't even start, hon. You don't want to try and lie to me."

Sakabi's jaw dropped at the blatant disrespect. He drew himself up, teeth bared, but rather than falling back, the hyena smirked.

"There it is. That's what Scar's still trying to kill."

"..."

"I thought you might have some fire left in there. Try and hold onto that. The longer you keep him waiting, the better chance we have."

"...A better chance for what?"

"For getting something we all want: him gone."

His immediate thought was that Shenzi had to be lying. The hyena had been instrumental in putting the dark-furred lion on the throne. There was no way that he'd be going back on that deal, not when he was finally getting what he wanted.

Yet...

Yet, at the same time, Sakabi forced himself to think about it. It was almost impossible to think through the clouds of lust that even now had him wondering if Shenzi's cock would feel good between his cheeks, but he tried. He tried so hard.

Wants to help...but why? What would push...

He pushed, and images popped through his foggy mind. He thought of the guards outside his cavern. He thought of the few other things that he'd seen, and the general disdain that the Pride still held over the hyenas. He thought of the few whispers that made their way down to him, and the things that Scar had said.

The Pride Lands did not look at the hyenas favorably. They were still the bottom of the heap, just given some protection and favor for being the main force that Scar had. And from the few little whispers and cocky boasts that Scar had made in their sessions, the dark-furred lion hated them as much as the rest of the Pride did. He was looking for a way to replace them, to drive them out again.

And that meant...

That meant that this was survival for Shenzi as much as it was anything else. Sakabi groaned, shaking his head, looking up from the other male's cock.

"You need me..."

"Oh, I need so much," Shenzi admitted. "Always have, considering hyenas got the short end of the stick from day one. But that's nothing new. The more important thing is, you need me. And that means we can make a deal."

Annoyingly, the hyena was right. They needed each other to do anything about Scar, but that didn't mean that Sakabi had to be happy about it. He looked at the passage out, shaking his head.

"Scar...hears things."

"That's his power, yes. And I am keeping him from doing that. For now."

"You can do that?"

"Oh, yes."

"And he -"

"He knows. So, he'll be curious, but we can play that off. If you know how to act..."

The way that the hyena smirked, stroking his hands down his body and fondling his cock and balls for a moment, it was clear what kind of act he had in mind. The very idea of letting anyone think that he had fallen so low -

But if it meant that they could get a plan together, if it meant that they could start bringing Scar down...

He gritted his teeth, nodding. Shenzi chuckled.

"Good, good. Pity that you can't top anymore, but I can find a way to enjoy it from the other end..."

#

Naka was ready to beat the hyena that came to fetch him, only holding back with the orders of the Pride not to start anything. He had been told again and again that he had to keep the peace, and while he didn't have to let the hyenas do anything to him, he was not to put his training to use.

Sarakiba had been very strict on that.

Don't let them know what you can do. They will cheat, they will get close and use your body against you. If you have to fight, if you absolutely have to, break them in one blow. If you can't, don't start.

It had been a surprisingly coherent statement from the Wanton One that most of the Pride blamed for the situation that they were in. Though Sakabi had taken the place of the most-hated from Sarakiba due to being the one to free Mufasa and damn him to execution, the Pride hadn't forgotten that Sarakiba's lust had been the main thing that had lost them superiority in the Pride Lands and losing them the trust of the other tribes.

Everyone assumed that the Wanton One was as broken as could be, nothing more than a cock-worshiping slave to the new King. Naka knew different, now, and had kept that secret, knowing that there might be something more there than anyone else realized.

So, when the hyena came to fetch him, and his rage grew, he managed to squash it and follow orders, instead.

He was guided beneath the Rock, taken to the cell where Sakabi was kept. He narrowed his eyes as he walked in to find the once-Chosen panting for breath, looking barely any different to Sakabi, and pinned to the wall with Shenzi licking away at a wet hole. The pair of them kept it up for nearly a minute after he arrived, despite Naka's growls to announce himself.

When they finally split, there was no shame in the hyena's eyes, and not enough on the lion's face. Sakabi sat down, clearly fighting himself, while Shenzi chuckled in greeting.

"Well, well, well. The prince's guard. Finally."

"What do you want?" Naka grunted.

"Oh, don't be like that. I'm not the enemy here."

"I seriously doubt that."

"Naka...calm." Sakabi panted. "We have...we have a chance to fix things."

"Hmmph. And how does a Wanton One have any idea to fix anything?"

"Boy. You have the chance to get your prince back, provided you listen to me. Do you really want me to walk out?"

His ears pricked up. Shenzi smiled.

"That's what I thought. Now, sit down and listen. We don't have much time, hon."

Naka would have liked nothing more than to rush the hyena and punch him out for the tricks that he'd pulled to get Scar on the throne, but desperation meant that he had to listen. He had a chance here, and if it was a lie...

If it was a lie, then he could do something with that. If nothing else, then using it as proof that Scar had something to worry about, something that the new King could fear, would be a way to get closer to him. And if Naka could get closer to him, then there was a chance that he could avenge his prince, remove the King from his throne and leave an opening for someone else to take it.

If it was a lie.

If it was truth...then there were better options.

Sitting down, Naka gestured that he was ready to listen. Shenzi leaned against the nearby wall, nodding into the distance.

"Your prince is still alive, or at least, was last time that I checked. His life glows at the edge of the desert, far past the Pride Lands, past where we can see. Heh. He's probably hiding out there, keeping a low profile to avoid his uncle."

"But he's there. On the other side of the desert."

"Didn't I just say that?" Shenzi asked, chuckling. "He's alive, alright. Probably terrified. Probably more than half-broken."

"..."

"Mmm, you know I'm right, don't you?"

Naka refused to look the hyena in the eye. Whatever he thought or felt was his business, not that creature's.

But he remembered the way that Simba had been pushing him before the rise of the hyenas and Scar's ascent to the throne. He remembered the way that his prince had gone from being something of a friend to being something else. Something harder, something darker, something...

Something that could have become like Scar, if it wasn't for the fact that Simba had something good in him. Something that came from elsewhere, rather than his blood.

But broken...He refused to believe that. His prince was strong enough to take what came, and then keep going. If he could find Simba, then he could bring him back, and everything would be good again.

"How far across the desert?" Naka asked.

"Far enough that I can't see him, and trust me, I can see pretty far," Shenzi said, shaking his head. "You'll have a hell of a trip getting across it."

"I can do that."

"You'll need...ah...ah..." Sakabi shook his head. "You'll need...supplies. I can...mmph."

"You can't do anything. You are broken," Naka growled.

"Nnngh...I can...help. I have favors...favors you can call in to make it..."

"..."

"You can't do this on your own," the once-Chosen said. "No lion could. So...don't be a fool. Take my help."

"And mine, cub," Shenzi said, chuckling. "After all, Scar will be watching. If you can't make it to the edge of the Pride Lands without being stopped, how are you going to cross the desert in the first place? You need our help. And that means, you have to listen to us."

"Hmmph. Why would you help me?"

"Hmm, hmm, hmm. See, Sakabi? This is why we made that deal with Scar in the first place. It's impossible to do anything when that's how everyone treats us."

Naka growled as he leaped to his feet, only holding himself back out of the promise that he had made to Sarakiba. He would not show what he could do. He would not be the one to break the peace.

Sakabi shook his head.

"Come. Come, let me...tell you what you need to know. The words to claim the favors, and who to ask."

Still unsure if he could trust either the Wanton One or the hyena, Naka nonetheless stepped forward and bent his head to listen. If nothing else, it would give him a chance to try for a better life.

#

Once he had whispered the words to the young warrior and Shenzi had marked him - painting his balls with something that seemed somewhat mystical - Naka was gone. As soon as the warrior left, Shenzi shook his head.

"He's going to be trouble."

"He's going to make trouble, at least," Sakabi muttered, shaking his head. "He's angry. And rightly so."

"Oh, he's angry. I don't know if 'rightly so' is the best way to put it."

"He's lost everything."

"He's still got almost everything he started with," the hyena said, shaking his head as he made his way to the symbols drawn over the entryway. "Let's be honest, Sakabi. You lost your husband and some of your status, but you're still a lion. You still have the Pride. You still sit at the top of everything. And Scar's giving you even more respect among the other tribes."

"...What's your point?"

"My point is, the grief that you and that young man feel is temporary. You don't stand to lose nearly as much as the rest of us. So, don't talk to me about being 'rightly angry.' If anyone has the right to rage, it's me and mine."

"You earned your reputation."

"Mmmm, now who's the one that's lying?"

Sakabi growled, but said nothing. The symbols were gone, now, and that meant that they could be heard. Whatever truce they had, it would only hold so long as they both offered some hint of trust with the other. They could destroy each other, and if what Shenzi said was right, then the hyena had far less to lose than the lion.

It was a game that Sakabi imagined had been played far more often than he had any knowledge of.

#

Naka reached the edge of the Pride Lands unmolested, for the most part. There were a few close encounters with hyenas and with some of Scar's new army, ranging from crocodiles to elephants that had been made to join up with him in exchange for land in the kingdom. They bore his mark on their arms and backs, and Naka knew that they had sworn loyalty to the new King and would take him back if they found him. A lion had power, but ranging past the bounds of Pride Rock raised questions, questions that he wouldn't have had answers for.

As he waited for the latest patrol to pass, he glanced toward the rock canyon that led to the borders of the kingdom. He hefted his bag of supplies and double-checked that his water-skins were properly tied to his belt. It would take little to lose them, and despite his bravado in the Rock, he knew how dangerous this was going to be. He still remembered the time that he had been brought to the edge of the kingdom to see the desert as part of his training, and he shook his head as he remembered the lessons.

Move by night.

Shelter by day.

Drink slowly but regularly.

Keep to shelter when he could.

Do not waste energy.

He shook his head. It would have to be enough. If it wasn't, then...

Then he would have made his stand. The prince needed him, and the kingdom needed the prince. And if it came down to it, he would find a way to drag Simba back by his ankles. The Pride Lands could not be left to just die a slow death under Scar.

If only those elephants would leave...

He remained crouched in the long grass, breathing slowly and quietly as the elephants leaned back against the entrance to the canyon. They were all but camped there rather than moving on, and Naka grimaced as they kept chatting to each other.

Why aren't you moving on? You've checked this area...

"Hmmph. Don't see why Scar can't keep the hyenas here. They were guarding it before just fine."

"Eh, something about not wanting them watching the borders. Can't say I blame him."

"Heh, you got a point. What if they let something in?"

"That's what I was thinking. Bunch of scavenging criminals. Can't trust them for anything."

Naka didn't disagree, but it was horrible timing. He needed to get through, and if he couldn't -

A shift in the grass yanked his eyes over his shoulder, one hand dropping instinctively to his waist. Instead of a threat, however, it was -

"Sarakiba..."

The Wanton One smiled at him, nodding and moving closer. The shaved lion crouched beside him, looking through the grass at the elephants. There was a hint more brightness to the other lion's eyes than had been there before, something that gave him a hint of hope.

"Come to see me off?"

"Came to help."

"Hmmph. You couldn't take them," Naka muttered.

"Mmmm, not the way that you're thinking."

"...Wanton One."

"I have my skills. And they're better than they ever were before." Sarakiba smiled, then hissed. "Nnngh...I can't...help more than that. I am...officially...doing something for him. Otherwise...I couldn't be here."

"You -"

"He sent me with a message. I can choose when to deliver it." The Wanton One shook his head. "Wait until I distract them, then run."

"You -"

"It's your only chance. Be smart. Run. Prey can win against their predators."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Figure it out later."

Before he could stop him, Sarakiba stepped out of the grass, standing tall and smiling as he walked with a sway in his hips and a smile on his face. There was no shame, no hesitation as he showed off his naked body to the elephant soldiers. They turned, and almost immediately their loincloths started rising, their cocks throbbing at the sight of the eager lion coming their way.

"Heh, look at that. A slut just for us."

"A better one than you deserve. But I'm in the mood for something big. Bring them to me, boys..."

The three elephants were quick to abandon their posts. Naka would have had far more complaints for that if it hadn't given him what he needed, and the young warrior shook his head, shifting his footing as he watched them get down to business. Once one of the elephants were pinned beneath Sarakiba's riding hips, the other two standing at the lion's mouth and behind him, he moved.

Even with the distraction of the Wanton One, it was a miracle that he wasn't spotted. He turned at the entrance to the canyon, watching as Sarakiba slid, bounced, and ground against the elephants.

The Wanton One still managed to give him a look that demanded he run, and he took the order, running down the canyon as if a hundred wildebeest were chasing him.

#

Scar sat on his throne, tapping his fingers against the edge of the rock. He felt that something was amiss, and the feeling was growing ever more familiar.

It shouldn't. His grip on the Pride was secure. Most of the lions believed him when he said that they were moving ever closer to a better life for the Pride, and that the Rock would become the center of the greatest kingdom that the land had ever seen. They believed him when he told them the story of how Sakabi was to blame for nearly destroying all trust in the lions as a whole, and that he was the one fixing it. They believed him when he told them how he would get rid of the hyenas.

They should. He planned to follow through with that one.

Even the punishment that he'd set up for Sakabi had been seen as just and right after what Mufasa's favorite partner had done. The fact that he had made it alright to rape that lion over and over again, breaking him down, had gone unquestioned. Some had even asked if they could take a turn, wanting to demonstrate how the Pride did not accept this behavior. Scar had been amused, but not allowed it. Yet.

But for all that, for all that they accepted his choices, something felt off. He'd missed something, or something had been hidden from him, and there were precious few that could do that.

And more than that, there was that...voice.

Scar rubbed his forehead, shaking his head as he thought back to that session with Sakabi. He had been in the midst of breaking that lion, forcing him further and further down the path to submission, when that other voice had broken in.

"I will never...ever...be on the bottom again," Scar growled, his fingers curling until he could feel his claws through his fur. "Never."

Shaking his head, he brought his hand back to his side, pulling himself to his feet. For the moment, there shouldn't be any further difficulties. The other tribes in the Pride Lands were happily pledging themselves to him, which meant that there shouldn't be any further issues with keeping them under his control. His army was growing, nearly two-hundred strong - bigger than most of the tribes and nearly equaling some of the larger ones - and soon, it would reach half again that number.

When it did, there would be no further need of the hyenas. He could have Sakabi fully entrench him as the new King, proving he had been just and true to the line of succession, and then -

Scar paused, hearing something at the edge of thought. He turned, closing his eyes and casting his senses through the Pride Lands.

It took little time to find it. The groans and grunts that he expected at the canyon had been interrupted. He heard the message that he had sent Sarakiba to bring - to keep an eye on anyone leaving the Pride Lands as well as those coming toward it - but more, he heard the cries of fear as someone ran past.

Someone...someone he could not hear...had slipped out of the Pride Lands before the pass could be closed.

"...Rrrrrrr..."

"Something the matter, oh King?"

He whipped his head around to find Shenzi leaning against the exit of the cavern. The hyena looked positively smug, and he knew that, somehow, the patriarch of the hyenas had to be behind this -

Or perhaps not. That would be particularly risky for the hyena and his people. If he was responsible, and found out...

No. He would not overreact until he was sure that he could crush Shenzi immediately and firmly. No matter how much the Pride Lands were on his side, they were still watching him. They still measured him rather than just accepting his orders. He would wait. He would prove himself.

And then, it would be done.

"Nothing," Scar said.

"Nothing? That face doesn't say that..."

"Get out of here, Shenzi. I do not have time for you."

"Heh, as you say, oh King. I'll be on my way to the elephants. Perhaps they'll honor your treaty and give me something."

"Hmmph."

He waved Shenzi off, shaking his head as he turned back to the throne. He closed his eyes, sinking back into the shadows of sound. Perhaps soon, he would be able to claim the sight that Mufasa had and be able to see and hear the entirety of the Pride Lands. Until then, he would continue to listen.

Simba was out there, somewhere, and one day, he would find his nephew. The training that he had started would continue, and then, he would have a proper prince to serve beneath a King.

The End

Summary: Another chapter of the Lion King parody, in which case we focus on some of the side and secondary characters.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Hyena, Lion, The Lion King, Rimming, Fingering, Embarrassment, Nudity, Threesome, Elephant, Series,