Who Are You?
Disclaimer: Don't read if you're not of age or you don't like m/f stuff
Okay, I haven't yet seen a Scar/Nala story, except for Mirri's "Nala's Conditioning"---which was awesome!---and so I decided to write one. Now, you might be thinking, what a bunch of shit! I've already read tons of Scar/Nala crap! Well, guess what? I have too, but I wanna write another one! *glares stubbornly and meeps angrily*
Who Are You?
All characters © Disney; hot, steamy scenes (c) me! ;p
Nala glared as Scar ascended Pride Rock. His speech of heavy hearts and loss at Mufasa and Simba's deaths had been eloquent enough, yes, but his motives were corrupted. Then, she gasped as hyenas began to appear from the shadows to follow Scar, whooping and laughing. The small cub shrank back against her mother's ankles, and Sarafina dipped her muzzle to nudge Nala gently. "It's okay, little one." The small group of lionesses huddled together all that night as Scar voiced his newly acquired leadership of the Pridelands to the dark savanna. . .
That was a year and a half ago.
Nala trotted silently through the tall grass, as much a mighty hunter as her mother was. In fact, Sarafina was nearby, along with Sarabi. Their quarry that morning was a young zebra stallion that they had managed to separate from his herd. Normally, the three wouldn't go after a young animal in its prime, but today they would make an exception. For this particular zebra suffered from a full sweeping set of a leopard's clawslashes across its left side, and they seemed to be paining him a great deal, which made the zebra a vulnerable character.
Out of the corner of her eye, Nala saw the flash of a dark brown tailtuft; it was Sarabi signaling to her and her mother. Nala smiled and flicked her own tail in answer, just as Sarafina did. The zebra looked up, sniffed the air, snorted, and hobbled painfully a few paces away. Without warning, Sarabi burst from the grasses and sprang onto the zebra's back. The animal bellowed with pain, tried to buck, and, when it could not shake Sarabi, broke into a shambling, limping run. Nala and Sarafina followed at its heels, striking out simultaneously at its straining flanks.
Defeated and deflated, the zebra fell and Sarabi finished it off quickly. The three tawny-gold lionesses grinned delightedly at one another and were just about to eat when three dark shapes barreled out of the savanna and into them. Sarabi was knocked backwards, but landed nimbly on all four paws and glared daggers at the trio of hyenas. "Shenzi! What are you doing here?" Shenzi, the female hyena, tossed her head airily. "Oh, Scar sent us to find you." Banzai smirked around a mouthful of zebra. "Yeah! Good work, girls!" Nala stepped forward. "What right to you have to be eating OUR kill, you mangy poachers? Go and get your own!" She sprang at Ed, who dropped his portion of meat and cowered at her feet, giggling nervously. Shenzi grinned. "Now, now, don't be goin' and gettin' your pretty little tail all in a knot, girl?" She pushed between Ed and the irate young lioness. "Thang is," the hyena drawled. "Scar wants to see YOU."
Before Nala could ask why, however. Sarafina leapt atop Shenzi and pinned her to the ground. "What does that blackhearted murdering scum want with my daughter!? Well, tell me!" Shenzi gasped for breath and glared up at the lioness. "Hey, hey, let me up! I don't know why; I'm just the messenger!" Nala smacked a bone from Banzai's slobbering mouth and stood over the zebra defensively. "Then he should come and get her himself, like my father, Mufasa, would have," she snarled. Shenzi managed to wriggle out from under Sarafina and grinned. "Well, your daddy ain't here, is he now, Nala?" The young lioness's eyes blazed. "How dare you!" With a roar, she sprang onto Shenzi. "I'll kill you, you insolent scum!" The lioness and the hyena rolled around, battling fiercely, but Sarafina and Sarabi leapt to the fore, yanking Nala off of Shenzi. "Enough of that! Nala, you know the penalty for attacking one of Scar's henchmen," Sarafina exclaimed, worry in her eyes. Then, turning to glare at the three hyenas, she added, "No matter how stupid and smelly they are."
Banzai was about to issue a smart remark when a cultured and elegant voice rolled out around him. "She's right, Banzai; you need a bath! Why don't you go hop in a waterhole for a bit?" The voice's wearer strode into the clearing, his black mane glossy and a cunning smile upon his lips. Sarabi laid her ears back and narrowed her eyes as he drew close. "Scar." The scarred tyrant cast a disdainful glance in her direction. "Sarabi." He nodded at Sarafina, who simply glared at him, and then let his eyes settle on Nala. "Naaaalaaa!" he crooned, wrapping a paw around her and drawing her close. "What a lovely surprise!" The young lioness struggled a bit, trying to pull away from him, but he only tightened his paw. With a claw from his free paw, he lifted her chin. "My, how you've grown!"
Nala slipped away from him and stood a few feet away. "What do you want, Scar? Your hyenas said you wanted to see me." Scar chuckled, circling her. "Oh, my dear, you must know that one cannot ever OWN a hyena! We simply use them." He laughed, flashing his strong white teeth in a charming smile at Sarafina. "Well, I certainly can tell where Nala gets all her good looks from!" Sarafina rolled her eyes and met his gaze. "As you can see, Scar," she said, crossing the clearing over to where the tyrant stood near her daughter, "we've made a kill. We were about to partake of it before your hyenas came and took it from us. We'd like it back now, if you please." Scar narrowed his eyes at Sarafina and stepped in front of her. "What would please me," he purred, taking her face in his paw, "is that you remember the rule that all kills made are to be brought straight to me!" Sarafina glared at him, trying to yank away. "We haven't eaten since yesterday morning, because you wouldn't let us go back out to hunt for ourselves!"
Scar adopted a mournful face. Throwing a paw across his brow, he reeled backwards in feigned shock. "Oh! The ingratitude! I place food in their bellies and they yearn for more! The horror of it!" Sarafina was about to speak, but Sarabi beat her to it. "You're a tyrant and a murderer," she snarled, pushing her face into Scar's. "Mufasa would have let his lionesses eat before he did; he would have starved if need be to feed our cubs!" Nala screamed as Scar struck Sarabi and the older lioness reeled backwards. "WHAT HAVE I SAID ABOUT MENTIONING THAT NAME IN MY PRESENCE!?" Scar shouted, standing over Sarabi. "YOU WILL NEVER DO IT AGAIN! NOW, GET YOUR MANGY, WORTHLESS HIDES BACK TO PRIDE ROCK! NOW!" Disoriented, yet enraged, Sarabi allowed Sarafina to support her as they made their way back toward the stone setinel looming over the savanna, like a great grey guardian. Nala followed close behind her mother and grandmother, feeling Scar's eyes ogling her backside as she padded in front of him.
When they had gone, Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed jumped back onto the kill and proceeded to gorge themselves.
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Sarafina and Sarabi were led away from Nala by four hyenas as Scar watched. The young lioness sighed with regret and sadness as the two older lionesses disappeared into the cave; then flinched as Scar's paw encircled her shoulders. The blackmaned oppressor drew her close. "Come, darling. Come and talk with me for a bit." Squaring her shoulders, Nala followed Scar into a small stone cave set at the base of Pride Rock. Kicking a few gnawed bones aside, Scar motioned for Nala to sit. His yellow-green eyes bored into hers, a sinister smile upon his lips. "Nala, do you remember the first time you came here?" The young golden lioness studied Scar's face for a minute. . .
And then her eyes widened as it all came back to her. . .
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She was a cub again, crying with terror as Scar ascended Pride Rock and his hyenas crept from the shadows to follow him. She inhaled her mother's warm breath as Sarafina dipped her head to reassure her daughter, and then looked back up at Scar. His black mane fluttering in the night air, like the ragged wings of a glaring raven, the lean dark lion began to roar, began to voice the fact that Mufasa was dead and he was king. As was custom, the Pridelander lionesses roared with him, but their voices were a thunderous tribute to Mufasa and Simba. Even Nala roared.
Later the next day, Sarafina had left Nala with another good friend of hers called Tirafini. The lioness had kept a close eye upon the young cub, comforting her when the tears came again, but their bittersweet conversations ended abruptly at the appearance of Scar.
Scar - "Nala, come with me."
Nala - "But. . .
Tirafini - "Sarafina would like her daughter to stay here, Scar, under MY protection."
Scar - "Are you saying I am UNFIT to carry out simple task as watching a cub!?
Tirafini - "O-of course not, Scar, but---"
Scar - "Then you won't have any objections if I take Nala, now, will you? After all, I am the king!"
Glaring at Tirafini, Scar had led Nala to his small cave and commanded her to sit down upon a miniature pinnacle that jutted out from the rocky floor. The lion had begun to circle her, gazing at her from all directions.
Scar- "Hmmm. . ."
Nala - "W-what? What's going on, Scar?"
Scar - "Shush-shush-shush. Hold still, little one."
Nala had stiffened and held her pose, but cried out with surprise and fear as Scar swiftly ran a long claw from the base of her tail to the back of her neck. Falling off of the rock, she backed away from the lion, her fur fluffed out and her hackles raised. Her eyes were wild with desperate terror as Scar grinned and began to approach her in a hunter's crouch. Nala watched him in shocked confusion as he flashed a white-fanged smile at her. Lengthening his body and tightening his muscles, Scar leapt at the cub.
Nala was now fully aware of her leader's intent: if she did not escape, he would kill her; or worse. Screaming her mother's name, the cub sprang out of Scar's path and headed for the entrance to the cave, but Scar was suddenly right there, in front of her. Snarling and laughing at the same time, he swung for her, but missed. Nala shrieked and tried to climb a rock ledge, but gasped as claws dug into her heels and dragged her down. The little lioness kicked and scrabbled, screaming as Scar dragged her across the ground toward him, laughing like a deranged hyena. He pulled Nala against him and brought his face close to her ear as she tried unsuccessfully to pull away.
Scar - "How did Mufasa die?"
Nala - "Umphf! Mufasa? My. . . my father? He died in a wildebeeste stampede----"
Scar - "WRONG!"
Nala had ceased her struggling immediately then. Staring up into Scar's strange, demented eyes, she whispered, hardly daring to ask, "D-did you k-kill him, S-Scar!?"
Scar - "Yes! I did! Let me tell you how. . ."
Nala had listened in shocked horror as Scar recounted the tale of planning Mufasa and Simba's joint deaths, of hurling Mufasa to his death from a high point, and then setting such a heavy burden of remorseful shame upon Simba's shoulders that it was impossible for the cub to escape when the hyenas went after him. Scar puncuated his confession with the snapping of a brittle, thick twig under his paw, gritting, "Mufasa deserved it. And Simba as well; stupid babbling hairball!"
Tears had filled Nala's eyes. "You killed my father!? And Simba!? WHY!? WHAT DID THEY EVER DO TO YOU!?" The cub had begun to become hysterical with frenzied grief, so Scar struck her between the eyes and laid her out flat upon the floor of the cave.
When she came to, the world was dark. Nala tried to move, but felt Scar's paw upon her body. She lay still as his voice came through the darkness to her ears.
Scar - "Lie still, and do exactly as I say, cub."
Nala - "Okay. Please. . . please, don't hurt me or my mother or Sarabi or Tirafini or anybody! Please, please, Scar!"
Scar - "Shut up and do as I say and maybe I won't have to, Nala."
The cub had lain still, wondering what the insane leader would to do her. She tensed as his claws pricked uncomfortably in her tail area; then felt his paw upon her head and another under her body. She was lifted onto her paws, swaying a little from dizziness. In the dark, she saw the flash of white teeth as Scar grinned, moving her muzzle forwards and down a bit. Nala felt something slick poke between her lips and shut her mouth tight to it, turning her head away, but Scar cuffed her roughly. "DO AS I SAY!" he snarled raspily into her ear. Nala was forced to take the slippery object into her mouth, Scar's paw upon her head. She grimaced at the bitter taste and wondered what it could be.
Claws jabbed at her ears and the heavy paw forced her head down until she choked upon Scar's thickness. The cub gagged as her throat muscles flexed, trying to dispel the smooth intruder. From overhead, she heard a strangled moan and the words, "Yessss. . . just like that, cub. Squeeze with your throat again." Nala, finally manuvering her mouth into a position that allowed her to both breathe and work, tasted a fresh warm font of bitterness stream into her mouth. Aware of the fact that spitting it out, whatever it was, would earn her another painful cuff, Nala forced herself to swallow the rancid liquid.
Scar was groaning now, as the small cub worked upon his stiff, scarlet lionhood, suckling it as she had before from her mother's teat. His paw remained upon her head, however, in case she tried to escape, and his claws began to circle her ears as his hips started to buck in time to her sucking noises. Tears were streaming down Nala's face as she choked time and time again upon Scar's maleness, its sticky surface rubbing the same gummy, bitter liquid all over her lips. Suddenly, with a stifled roar, the tyrant gripped the cub's ears, thrust into her mouth once more, and came, shooting his hot cream into into her gullet. He forced her to drink it all down, then wiped himself clean on her fur and kicked her out of the cave to find her mother.
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Nala remembered it as clearly as the day before. Glaring at Scar, her vision wavered as tears filled her eyes. "Why?" she whispered. "Why did you do that to me? What right did you have to torture me and rape me like that?" Scar chuckled. "A king's right, Nala." The golden young lioness glared through her tears at him. "You murderer! Filthy hyena!" Scar struck the lioness squarely under the eye, sending her reeling backwards and collapsing in the dust. "WHO IS THE KING?" he snarled, circling her. "I am the King!"
As he passed behind her, Scar slowed a bit. Nala's tail was thrown across her flank, revealing her tight pink slit to him. "My, you HAVE grown," he whispered to himself, his sheath as thick with his arousal as it had been the night he had forced her to orally pleasure him. Nala, hot tears of anger streaming down her face, began to rise, but the pressure of Scar's chest against her shoulders startled her. . . until she realized his intent.
The golden young lioness began to struggle and scream, "No! No! Please, oh, god, no!" Scar ran a claw up her slender throat before he bit into the back of her neck, both gestures freezing her into submission. His slick rodhead raked through the fur on her backside, searching for his target. And, when he found it, he hilted himself in her virgin opening with a growling sigh of complete pleasure.
Nala screamed, unable to move because the nerve in her neck was pinched between Scar's jaws. The wicked King began to mate her at a fast pace, like a hyena, his barbs flaring and raking her painfully, drawing thin lines of blood. "I've wanted to. . . do this for years. . . ever since I became. . . King," Scar rasped, the rippling of Nala's muscular vaginal ring around his stiff pole firing him into pumping her harder, "but I couldn't. . . not until now. Today," he groaned, gripping the shrieking lioness's sides with his claws, "I. . . claim. . . my. . . prize!"
Nala cried out as each of Scar's words were puncuated with harsh rams of his barbed shaft into her jewel. "Noooo! Who. . . are you!? Unngh! You. . . filthy. . . beast!" Scar twisted the young lioness's nape cruelly, making her scream with pain and back into him. As his stiff sac slapped against her backside almost painfully with the force of his thrusts, the dark lion's barbs flared out even more, sinking into her inner walls. Nala, basically incoherent with the agony in her once-virgin slit and the pain from her lacerated neck, felt Scar's thighs quiver against her rump as the lion teetered on the edge of climax.
"You wanted. . . to know. . . who I was, right, Nala? Well. . . I'll tell you!" Scar bent close to Nala's ear just before he came. "Mufasa. . . wasn't your. . . father. . . I am. I'm your father, Nala!"
"NOOOOO!" The lioness barely had enough time to shriek the word before Scar thrust one last time into her bleeding orfice and climaxed with a deafening roar, filling her to overflowing with his paternal seed, sealing their pact of family blood.
The End
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Well, there it is, in all of its incestuous glory. We have a lot of that nowadays, don't we? Hmm. . . kind of a Starwarsy ending though, dontcha think so? I hope you enjoyed this little piece of TLK erotica! Email me any comments, criticisms (constructive, please) hatemail, or fanmail at [email protected]!
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