The great circle was raising high above the plains as animals of all species, journeyed to Pride Rock to greet the new prince into the world. All the animals gathering around the massive pedestal where King Mufasa and his mate, queen Serabi were standing proudly as the king’s old friend presented the young prince to the vast gathered crowd. This was deffinately a day of celebration for all... All, except one, the King’s dark furred brother, watching on from his shaded part of the den at all the animals fawning over the young prince, it turned his stomach to see everyone so happy about the new heir to the throne, the throne that had rightfully belonged to him but had now been snatched from him by a mere cub. He would not take this insult lightly; he would vow one day to be rid of the new prince and his brute of a brother.
The dark furred lion remained in his den for the remainder of the afternoon, spotting a mouse scurrying across the floor of his den, striking quickly with a paw and lifting it with the mouse held by the tail, lifting it up to his sad looking face, “Life’s not fair is it?” he asks, “For I... well I, shall never be king, huh.” He says, allowing the mouse to scurry across his fingers, about to leap down before its tail is caught once more, “And you... Who will never see the light of another day, Mmhm, and you...” he says, smiling slightly to himself before raising the mouse up, opening his mouth and rolling his tongue out, a light cough is heard below him, looking down he spies a small bird with bright orange beak and Blue and White feather colourings, “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?” asked the bird, matter of factly up at the dark furred lion.
The lion sighs heavily at the presence of the bird, “*sigh* what do you want?” he asks, the mouse still trapped under his paw, “I am here to announce, that king Mufasa’s on his way, so you better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning.” The bird says proudly then takes a sterner tone when addressing the lion above him, the lion being distracted by the Bird enough for the mouse to escape, the dark furred lion tuts sadly, “Oh now look Zazu you made me lose my lunch.” He says to the bird, only getting a slight smirk from him, “Ha, you’ll lose more than that when the king gets through with you, he’s as mad as a Hippo with a hernia.” Zazu says before being cut off by the dark furred lion, “Oooo, I quiver with, FEAR.” He says, getting a dark smile on his muzzle and began stalking after Zazu whom was now backing away in fear, “N-now Scar, don’t look at me that way... HELP!” he yells, taking flight quickly before Scar leaps up, snapping his jaws around Zazu and encasing him in his wet mouth, he lands back on all fours, smiling at the taste of the bird in his mouth. Tilting his head back, he lets out a loud ‘Gulp’ and a sizeable bulge slips down his throat, rubbing his neck fondly as the squirming neck bulge disappears beneath his chest and enters his stomach, letting out a slight burp afterwards with a few feathers coming up after, “Mmmm, you made a nice replacement for that mouse Zazu.” He says, licking his lips, “Scar...” came a deep and stern voice from behind him, it belonging to his brother, “Whyyyy, if it isn’t my big brother, descended from on height, to mingle with the commoners.” He says in cheerful greeting to Mufasa, “Serabi and I didn’t see you at the presentation of Simba.” Mufasa says sternly.
Scar puts on a shocked and surprised expression, “That was today, Oh, I feel simply awful.” He says, scraping his claws down a rock wall, making any who heard it cringe, “It must have, slipped my mind.” He says casually, Mufasa simply returning a stern look in response to Scar’s nonchalant manner, “Just be sure to visit Simba, I’d at least like him to get to know his uncle.” Mufasa says, turning his head back at Scar, “Where is Zazu?” he asks in passing. Zazu, as they spoke, was in fact slowly dissolving away inside of Scar’s stomach, being reduced to nothing but nutrients, “Hmm, Zazu, he arrived here earlier to inform me of your arrival but he then ‘left’ soon after, I’m not sure where.” He lies. Mufasa scoffs at his response, “Well, inform me when you next see him.” He says walking away to pride rock, Scar staring coldly at his brother as he left, a smug smile on his lips once Mufasa was out of sight, “Oh I’ll let you know when I next see him, in two or three days, though he won’t be much to look at.” He chuckles to himself, that’s one little pest out of the way, now for the next one to go.
Two years later Scar was lazily sleeping off his most recent meal of whatever meat he could find, fully intending to sleep the morning away until he’s awakened by the sound of his annoying nephew, he was yet to think of a decent enough plan to be rid of the little pest, “Hey Uncle Scar, guess what.” The energetic little cub says happily, Scar merely grunting in response, “I despise guessing games.” He said annoyingly. The little cub, not allowing his uncles foul mood to put a dampener on his own, continues, “I’m gonna be king of pride rock.” He says proudly, “Oh goody.” Scar groans deeply, lying down with the cub climbing on his back, “Hey uncle Scar, if I’m king, what’ll that make you?” he asks, “A monkey’s uncle.” He replies right after, the cub jumping down with a smile, “Heh, you’re so weird.” He says. Scar smiles in response to the young cub before him, “You have no idea.” He says sarcastically, but in truth he had, just this moment, thought of a way to be rid of his annoying nephew for good, “So, here’s an idea, why don’t we play a game... of hide and seek, I’ll hide and you have to find me.” He says, smiling.
The young cub was a little sceptical, his uncle had never shown interest in wanting to play with him before, but his high spirits got the best of him, “Heh, ok, but I gotta tell ya; I’m pretty good and should be easy to find you.” He says confidently, Scar smiling widely as Simba takes the bait, “Oh I’m sure you are, now go ahead and close your eyes and count too... 40.” He says, that should give him enough time to do what he had planned, “Also, no matter what happens, keep your eyes closed and no peaking.” He says, putting on a cheerful tone, Simba nods with his eyes closed. Scar smiles wickedly at the foolish little cub, reaching his paw down and gently grasping Simba’s tail, lifting him up in the air while the cub continued counting, Scar opens his mouth and rolls out his tongue, like he had with the mouse that he failed to eat two years prior to this, but this time there was no annoying bird to interrupt him. Simba grunts at being lifted off the ground by his tail but does as he was told and continued to count, no matter what, feeling a moist sensation down the back of his head, neck and soon his back as he’s lowered onto and down Scar’s tongue, acting as a ‘red carpet’ of sorts to his wide open mouth and throat below. Scar groans softly at the lovely taste of his nephew’s fur, allowing the cub’s head to glide into his throat, followed shortly by the shoulders, Scar letting out a soft ‘Gulp’ around his nephew, which still echoed around Simba’s head, eyes closed still as he felt his head and shoulders being squeezed on all sides as he slid down into Scar’s throat. Scar let go of Simba’s tail, the remainder of his young body being supported by his tongue alone, the combination of him relaxing his throat and pushing the cub down with his tongue allows Scar to swallow his meal to the hind legs, closing his jaws shut around the small, tan tail and slurps loudly, sucking it into his mouth, tilting his head back, as he’d done with Zazu, and ‘Gulping’ loudly, raising a paw to rub and trace the moderate series of neck bulges as his meal went down, disappearing behind his chest and entering his stomach, “Mmmm, I win... both the game, and the throne.” Scar says wickedly, lying on his side once more and rubs at his slightly distended stomach, “Such irony that both you and that annoying bird both go out the same the way... through my intestinal tract.” He says with a smile, Simba’s struggles hardly being felt by the larger lion, Scar stretching and falls asleep with a smile, imagining several different scenarios to now get rid of Mufasa, then with him out of the way, nothing would stop him from acquiring the throne and Rule the pride lands, but for now he slept, while his stomach acids busily worked to dissolve away the ‘food’ in his belly, “Such a lovely Breakfast.”
