NOTES.
This story contains anthromorphic actions along with the mentions of possible non-con (mention only) among a lot of nasty things, so beware.
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"Kill him."
The moment he said thoughts word we were off like rockets from our hiding places after the stampede, Ed to my left and Banzai to my right as I lead the way towards our dinner. I did not turn to see if Scar was hanging around for the show or if he was heading back to give the "bad news" and frankly not really cared, my mind was focused on food which was right now was fast food. Going over some rocks and trying to twist and dodge around corners we almost lost him several times, I do not know what kept us going but we just kept hot on the kid's heels.
Up a steep hill knowing that he would loose some of that speed Banzai dashed before both of us, almost flying up over the top in some hopes of catching him only to hear him scream out. When both me and Ed were at top we both found a large thorn bush field, of course Banzai was crawling out with several in his butt. Ed and I did the only thing we could do, laugh.
"This ain't funny!" Banzai winch as he hobbled over, "we got to finish the job."
"I ain't going in there unless you want me to be like you, cactus butt!" I quipped while staring out towards the horizon, towards the distant deserts and near endless wasteland I knew nothing was going to survive out there. "Besides, he's good as dead out there anyway and if he comes back we'll kill 'im."
"Yeah, you hear that," Banzai had shouted. "If you ever come back, we'll kill ya!"
"Enough with the dramatics," I turned away from the field. "We got to report back to Scar." just as I was walking away Ed had babbled something, basically saying that if we show up too soon it will be too suspicious. I looked over at Banzai who was looking at me, I sighed; "he's right."
"So do we just hang around here all day?" Banzai asked.
"No, we'll just go back home until later when his royalness returns tonight." With those words we started to wonder back towards our usual hang out, I lagged behind a bit since none of us were in a hurry. In fact I was hoping that maybe one of the wildebeest had tripped and broke something, or maybe I could take a bite out Mufasa to help "dispose" of evidence. Walking by one of the many corners there was something that suddenly caught my attention, it was a low almost silent whimper that came from a the shadows. Approaching a bit while looking towards the darkness I could have sworn there was something there, squinting a bit I saw a figure. A small figure, shivering.
A figure that was about cub size.
"Found you!" I was practically drooling as I entered the darkness while he back away from me then started to go on the defensive, it was almost cute how the little guy was trying to be threatening with his back raised and claws out. "Oh I am so scared." I chuckled while mocking fear, the kid just stood his guard. Looking into those big sad, almost pathetic, eyes I saw a mix of fear and resentment which almost kind of got to me.
Almost.
I was ready to launch and end his life when I looked at him again, same damn pathetic eyes were beginning to well up. "Geez," I muttered to myself, "you couldn't look more pathetic with an IV and a heart monitor."
"What do you expect!" he snapped almost crying, "my dad died because of me, now you want to eat me!" that had made me laugh, just then a small light went on inside my head.
"You know what, kid, you're funny." I smiled while approaching the young lion, "and I like that. Now listen, I know you want to live so I am going to be nice. But there is going to be a catch, you got to be my pet."
"What!" the fear seem to vanished in him, it was replaced with surprise and bewilderment.
"Now now, which is it, death by being devoured or life as my little lion?"
He was nervous but stepped out slowly, he looked up at me. "Promise you won't eat me?"
"Only if you promise not to stab me in the back," I smiled showing my sharp teeth. From the gulp I take it he got the point, "come on, I'll sneak you in."
The rest of the evening was kind of uneventful except when Scar had dropped the bomb about Mufasa and Simba being dead, or at least to his knowledge about Simba being dead, and the entire pack coming out to claim the pridelands, but I digress.
With a good chuck of zebra leg I quickly and silently snuck into the graveyard, I knew it was safe here since no one would ever come back here. Over coming some obstacles to a small cave entrance where I could hear some noises, looking around before going in I found the kid sitting on a make-shift bed of dirt and loose sand watching our old black and white tv set that someone had threw out years ago. Dropping the leg he looked over and dove for it, as he ate I spoke; "Now that you are living under my care I guess then you would have to call me," for a second I thought about a proper title. "Mom."
"What?!" he almost jumped up with fire in his eyes but one glance at these chompers he backed down, "...mom? I mean, what, mom?"
"Good boy." I patted him, I have the feeling it was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
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Several months had gone by since the faithful day when Scar had taken reign of the Pridelands, never had the pack have been full and happier which made it easy to take a few scraps to the kid. This time I brought him some wildebeest hide which he devoured without a second thought, he had warmed up to me since I had picked him up. Sure he got annoyed and try to be independent once in a while but I quelled that quickly, but I would some times teach him a thing or two about what our clan use to do before being exiled to this place. He was a fast learner, it was all I could say.
"Mom." he was still trying to get use to calling me that, I could tell the resentment and force in his tone but let it slide. "How is, uh, she?"
I was a bit confused, "she?"
His eyes were down cast as he nudged at the meat a bit, "the, hunting party leader." I felt my high spirits sink, I knew what he meant.
Rubbing the back of my neck I was trying to think of a good lie, "she's doing fine, well fine as she ever's going to be."
He sat there, I was smiling in a fake way hoping he bought it. "Well, okay." he gone back to merrily eating while I sighed in relief. The truth was Sarabi had joined Mufasa among the stars, it happened about two weeks ago during a hunt when she "mysteriously" slipped and fell, breaking her neck and back in several places. Oddly enough Scar was not upset or worried about losing the best hunter in the pride. It was all suspicious to me, and it was also making me nervous to be around him. Alone or otherwise.
"I guess it's time to go," I ruffled the kid's head a bit before leaving the cave. When I got to the pridelands I noticed Banzai was waiting for me, was pacing back and forth.
"Hey, there you are!" Banzai barely waited to shout, "Scar's been waiting for you, where have you been?"
"First none of your business," I snapped back. "And second what does he want?"
"Don't know, he is just waiting in his den for you."
I shifted a bit before heading off, nervous because of the death of Sarabi had left some doubt in my mind about him. I mean he had killed his own brother, tried to kill his nephew and possibly some more were on his lists after becoming king. As I approached the opening to his den I noticed Scar's two most trusted lionesses, one named Zira and the other whose name I forget, were standing guard. I was ignoring all of the little bells and warning going off in my head while heading inside, I know I am going to regret this. As I stepped in there was a subtle glow of candles all around as the king was sitting at a checker cloth table with two wine glasses, I wanted to joke that maybe we should play the godfather theme but kept it to myself.
"Ah Shenzi," he greeted with an unusual musical tone. "Just the hyena to I was waiting to see."
"Uh, thanks." I cautiously sat down while looking down at the glass he was pushing towards me. I just smiled while just ignoring it, he smiled back. My mind was trying to figure out what was he planning on, he could have spiked the wine but would he be that obvious?
"The wine is not spiked."
"What?" I was a bit scared that I had given myself away, but he just smiled. "I don't know where you would get that idea?"
"Well there is a nasty rumor running about the clan that," he chuckled. "I had something to do with Sarabi's death."
"Oh that! I didn't even give it a second thought," I swallowed hard. "Falling off that slippery cliff, tragic."
"Yes, Tragic." his tone changed a bit on the last word, something was wrong with this scene. That smile was setting off every warning signal in my head, something was not right and I know it. I just could not figure it out, I rubbed my face with a paw. "Those terrains are quite dangerous after rain fall."
"I know what you mean." I laughed, it was forced and nervous. Why was I so tired? That is when it hits me, eyes going wide I saw Scar grin a bit. It was that mischief grin he got when planning Mufasa's murder.
"You know, Shenzi, my time spent with your clan has taught me many things," he was still grinning as things were growing a bit hazy. "Like how to make poisons and antidotes, while many are deadly there are a few that are quite, oh what is that word I am looking for?"
I started to fall, gripping the table for support. "How?"
He waived towards the room, "simple, by piping it through the air ducts. It would be disastrous if one did not have the antidote."
With that he took another sip of the wine, it hits me a bit too late. "You son of a.." I could not finish those words, things were going dark fast and the last thing I could clearly was Scar's smiling mug.