Dusk at The Southern Borders between the Goldlands and the Pridelands

"Unforgivable!" Sarabi growled to herself as she skulked back to her hideout. She was happy that Scar's Pride was still out and about, but she knew she only had a limited time before Mtoto or one of the lionesses would report her missing. "Iago!" Sarabi called out into the secluded den that had once served as her base of operations. And, to her relief, he stepped out of the shadows of the den. Okay, he hasn't been spotted yet. Sarabi thought, understanding just how precious little time they had.

"What do you want, bi-" Iago stopped short, realizing exactly why calling Sarabi out of her name might not be the best move to make at this moment. However, he corrected himself too late. "Sarabi? I'm in the middle of eating right now." And the blood on his muzzle, no doubt from the dead rabbit, was proof of that.

At least he's a discreet hunter, even if he's only strong enough to reliably kill a rabbit. Sarabi thought, as she began to answer his question. "Your plan fell through. Adui is hurt, but not dead or even so much as crippled. In addition, the hyenas are becoming more and more restless given their losses, and that is going to mean the Lion Guard will be more alert than ever. Not to mention, one of my pridemembers died in the process..." Sarabi growled those words, and the tawny lioness's silent fury would not be abated. Not even as Iago glared at her for taking that tone with him.

You're talking a little too much shit, you old slut. Iago thought, but did not voice as Sarabi continued. "And if that wasn't bad enough, my hunting rights have been restricted, to the point that the only food I'm allowed to eat are what the hyenas bring me. And I don't imagine that being much of anything, given that they've yet to actually feed me." Sarabi said, hoping her stomach wouldn't rumble at this moment. Even if it did, Iago couldn't hear it over the scheme forming in his mind.

"Good thing I came prepared, then." Iago said, and it wasn't lost on Sarabi that he was suddenly less confrontational and standoffish with her. "What do you mean?" Sarabi questioned, and at this point, Iago moves a rock that Sarabi swore had never moved before in her entire life. "I was saving this rabbit for later, but since you aint doing shit for me with an empty stomach…" Sarabi caught Iago's train of thought, but she also knew full well that Blood's favored son was always working to some angle.

"And you're just going to let me eat this?" Sarabi asked, and Iago smirked. "Oh, you bet your plump ass that I'm gonna get something out of this." Iago said, and hoped to the One Above All that he didn't give away his machinations. And, to his delight, it seemed to work. "Well, nothing is freely given, after all. But! Do remember that Mheetu and I could easily enact our own plans and achieve our own ends. You need us as much as we need you." Sarabi reminded as she, against her better judgment, bit into the rabbit in front of her.

And just how much against her better judgment this decision was became obvious after about 5 bites of the meat. Sarabi first noticed that her vision had started to blur and then swim, as her legs seemed to turn to stone and then to ice. Furthermore, she began to realize that the taste of this meat was more similar to…

"Koalas? But this is… clearly… a… rabbit." Sarabi stopped short partly out of the loss of consciousness and control, but mostly because she could then see that some parts of the meat were different to others. Before she blacked out completely, she could hear Iago's triumphant laugh.

"Now, to show you just how much bigger than Mufasa I actually am."

Nightfall In the Pridelands

Ha! All of that big talk, all of that high-and-mighty, arrogant attitude of hers. And that old, glorified wannabe-alpha hoe was just as easy to trick as any other basic bitch. Like Lana, for example. Iago thought, and as he thought the lioness with the beautiful face, she appeared before him. Or rather, she exited one of the lower dens and ascended to the promontory, to look out over the entire Pridelands.

Seeing her stand there, above the entire landscape, made Iago swoon and seethe with rage at the same time. Of course that bitch would do that. She thinks she's the Queen of the World, just like the arrogant cock-tease she truly is. Well, the real King of Kings is here now, and I'll show her who rules every territory he walks into. Iago thought, and might very well have acted upon this train, if not for three details.

Specifically, the appearances of Chumvi, Kiburi and Mtoto at that moment, also emerging from some of the lower dens. Iago stopped cold, being very relieved that not one of them could see him from the distance he stood, and part of him was happy about that. Another part, however, wanted nothing more than to have the strength to fight all three of them and make Lana helplessly watch them die. Or, better yet, force her three boy toys to watch as he mounted Lana and showed her who she should be calling her king. A low growl escaped his lips, for he could not contain his jealous rage at seeing the dark princess flirt with and bat her eyes at the three masses of testosterone in front of her.

However, he nearly yelped in fear when the third detail made itself known. Or, rather, Iago could finally see the source of the scent he had picked up. It seemed as though Tojo had materialized from nowhere, but there he was, face-to-face with Iago. His blue eyes were focused right on Iago's own, and they seemed to glow from more than just light refraction.

"Well, look what we got here." Tojo growled, his voice low but full of malice for the scrappy lion in front of him. Iago faltered for just a moment, before regaining his composure. "How about you take your bitch-ass and go fuck a jackal!" Iago belted out, and to which Tojo raised his eyebrow. "Such hostility, to someone that can hurt you badly for it." Tojo said as his claws unsheathed and he began to crouch into an attacking position. "You can't do shit to me. I am King Iago, the rightful ruler of the Goldlands! But you? Dad told me that you are just some jumped up border guard-" Tojo's words were calm and deliberate as he interrupted the wiry lion.

"Who is currently faced with a very hostile, ill-mannered, trespassing fool. Did your 'Daddy' inform you that, given what you are doing and how you are acting towards me, that you have just given me every right to kill you? If I were to attack, right now, could you beat me?" Tojo drew closer, and when he did Iago realized just how much larger and more than likely stronger Tojo truly was than he. In fact, at this moment, Tojo seemed more like his hated adversary than ever. He and Icarus must know each other well. Iago thought as Tojo continued.

"More importantly, could you beat me before the other four Guardians figured out what was happening and came to my aide?" Tojo didn't even need to ask that question. Iago, for all his anger and bluster, knew exactly how a fight with the Bravest Gaurdian would go. More than that, Iago was more worried about what would happen if he Blood's techniques did in fact allow him to kill Tojo right then and there.

A fight with the larger lion would not only be difficult, but noisy and raucous as well. Sure, it would get the attention of Lana, just as he wanted, but Iago also understood that it would also get the attention of Kiburi, Mtoto and, most alarmingly, Chumvi. More than any of them, it was Chumvi that Iago feared the most. Chumvi wanted any chance he could get to torture and murder him, and seeing in a fight with his 'lapdog' (As Iago referred to Tojo) would give him enough of an excuse to do so.

I'm not dying here. Not until I have the chance to ride Lana's ass, as nature intended. Iago thought as he back away slowly, before turning tail and sprinting away as fast as he could. This isn't over. Oh no… You'll pay for this, you simpering fuck-boy.

The Next Morning

Mheetu stood sniffing Sarabi who was spread out on the floor of the den. "Sarabi… How could you be such a fool? You let your guard down, and now you're going to have that scrawny freak's cubs. If I tried to get Lana with that trick, she would never fall for it, and she'd have shit-fur and his subordinates torture me slowly until I begged for death." Mheetu berated.

And then, Sarabi stood up and looked around the den. Mheetu jumped back when he saw the look of absolute, unabating fury in her eyes. "Where. Is. He? I am going to rip his balls out and feed them to him!" Declared Sarabi in a tone that could kill the living and sentence the dead to the underworld.

"He's gone back to the Goldlands. And it looks like your going to have his cubs. He drugged and did to you everything he wants to do to Lana. I ran into Iago and he told me all about it. He's proud of it; he told me that he also used you as practice, and that your cubs would be the playmates of the cubs he's going to leave in Lana. The first batch of many, he said." Laughed Mheetu, but not because of what has happened to Sarabi. Not that the angry lioness in front of him could perceive that, however.

"Show some respect", yelled Sarabi falling over. "I do respect you however, I will openly admit that Iago is a lion that can get any tail he wants. He's eviler and more perverted that I will ever be, maybe I will take some plays out of his book", said Mheetu.

"When these cub or cubs come I will discard them, not kill them give them away", answered Sarabi." "You're going to do nothing of the sort. Haven't figured it out yet? Iago has given us a gift; the ultimate tool to dethrone Scar." Mheetu said, grinning more and more as he spoke. Sarabi simply raised her eyebrows, as Mheetu continued with his words.

'Under Scars rule, beloved former Queen Sarabi, mate of King Mufasa and Mother of Crown Prince Simba (both of whom are now deceased) was allowed to be drugged and violated by a foreign king while Scar and his Lion Guard turned a blind eye to a crime that was committed on their domain.' Do you understand now? We can turn everyone against Scar with this. The cubs can be used as a rallying point. We get support by campaigning to get your cub on the throne and return power to Mufasa's dynasty. You have not lost anything, at all. Because of Iago's stupidity, you have in fact gained everything." Mheetu said, his plan forming quite well in his brain. Sarabi, for her part, thought for a moment before finally coming to the same conclusion as Mheetu.

"You are right. I don't remember what exactly Iago did to me anyway; I only know of results. So, in the end, I suppose he has done me a favor. That said, if I see him now, I am not going to smile at him, or thank him, or even say a word to him. Instead, I am going to rip his balls off and force feed them to him before I cut him up and let him bleed out slowly." Sarabi promised, as sweetly as if she had been promising a cub his favorite game as a reward for good behavior.