Deposed

Deposing the king of the Pridelands and making him into his slut? Now that seemed a scenario that Josh could enjoy.

“I’ll go for ‘Deposed’.” Josh said, and Simba remained silent for a few moments. Josh could notice the slight apprehension that there was on the lion king’s face, before Simba bowed his head at him.

“As you wish.” He said, sounding resigned, and then dispersed into a cloud of pixels. Soon, everything around Josh started to change, as the blue ground beneath him changed into soil, and his surroundings changed, so now he was standing inside of some kind of cave. It was not a slummy cave, as it was decorate with curtains, carpets, and very fancy furniture. It looked to be a cave that was made for a king to live inside.

“The Pride Rock.” Josh said, realizing that now he lived on the house of the pride. It certainly looked like the kind of place where the lion king would live.

From looking at the cave, Josh then passed to looking at himself, and found out that his clothes had changed.

He was now dressed in what seemed to be traditional African clothing. With a long kanzu (a traditional African dress) of regal appearance was decorating his body, and he was wearing a necklace of bangles around his neck, and similar wristlets on his arms. Also, he noticed that his arms were decorated with tattoos that looked like traditional African war paint.

Josh was so busy, that he didn’t noticed someone else approaching him, until he heard a voice behind him.

“Sir.”

Josh immediately turned around, and he saw an anthropomorphic crocodile standing before him, wearing a traditional male skirt and war painting on his body, as well as a necklace of teeth around his neck. He bowed his head slightly at the human, and he spoke, in a respectful tone:

“We have prepared the former king for you as instructed.” He said, and Josh didn’t needed explanation to know what it was about.

Soon, the human was following the crocodile, and he guided him to a chamber inside of the Pride Rock. It was finally decorate, like the rest of the place, with fine furniture, beautiful rugs on the ground and on the walls. The bed itself was included in this, as it looked to be big, comfortable and had the finest sheets that one could ever expect to find in a cave.

However, the bed was not nearly as interesting as what there was in there.

Simba looked up at them as they walked in. The king had been bound with ropes, with his arms bound behind his back and his legs bound on a frogtie, reducing the king to a kneeling position on his bed. The king was not wearing much, as the only clothing that he had was a loincloth of red tissue covering his privates and preserving his modesty. Simba glared at them with anger, and Josh had the impression that he would be shouting profanities of them was not for the cloth edged behind his teeth serving as a gag to him.

Josh noticed that Simba had a few bruises and cuts on his body, and then the crocodile explained to him that the king had been a little troublesome, and they had to “discipline” him to get him to behave.

Josh nodded, and he dismissed the crocodile. He bowed his head in acknowledge, and he smirked as he said to Josh:

“Have fun.”

With this, Josh was left alone with the bound and gagged king. Or, should he say, former king.