Nala relives Kaa's crushing grip while Simba looks on brokenheartedly. However, the python find his lunch isn't agreeing with him. Literally.

Chapter 13: A Gassy Gambit

"Mom..." Kiara managed to say aloud. She could hear everything that Kaa was putting her through aside from the snake's statements being muffled. The princess could tell that the python was making her own mother suffer while she was helpless to do anything. However, she could barely feel any sort of anger in knowing full well that there wouldn't be anything she could do in or out of her "friend's" gut. The lioness cub sighed in resignation until she feeling a tingling.

Kiara gritted her teeth at the painful searing sensation slowly surrounding her body. It start as small burns but soon began popping up across her body. Dread came over the princess as she recognized Kaa's stomach acids beginning to digest her alive. "No... please..." she begged, feeling the burning increase bit by bit. "Not... like this." Her resignation gave way to a new sense of desperation. "I don't... want to die..." She shut her eyes tearfully and prayed for some miracle.

An awfully audible gurgling soon answered her call...

"I truly hope I don't dissssappoint you with an awfully quick death," Kaa hissed haughtily into Nala's strangled expression. "The Queen dessservessss nothing but the very besssst." He had almost forgotten how intoxicating it was to hold a full grown lion within his more bulkier coils compared to cubs. "I've trained myssself to pussssh prey like you to the brink of death and make it lasssssst assss long asss I prefer." He flickered his tongue to taste his victim's delicious fear.

Nala could feel that Kaa's was making good on his word within the coils he had her imprisoned in. She was stuck in a perpetual state of pain, pressure and a urge to take in any oxygen but one that was slowly dwindling like ice in a fairly moderate climate. The Queen could feel the flame of life flickering within her as it slowly began to dim. How long it would take depended on the serpent's amusement. Begging for a mercy kill would only be all too delightful... even if she could.

"Doessssn't thissss take you back, Ssssimba?" Kaa sighed nostalgically, turning his head back towards the king. "The way I trained your body to endure my grip wassss sssssucccch fun, wassssn't it?" He simply couldn't get enough of the desperate scowl spread across the king's face while getting closer to it. "If I recall correctly, you besssst wassss approxxxxximately fifteen minutes," the snake spat in his former feline friend's face. "Let'sssss sssse if your wife come closssse..."

Simba kept up his hard scowl the best he could under Kaa's spell. He was desperate to not allow his adversary the satisfaction of his despair but it didn't make things anything other than horrifying. He could see Nala's head poking out of the sadistic serpent's coils and the way her bloodshot eyes begged him to save her before it was too late. His eyes trailed down to spot the bulge in the scaly stomach that contained Kiara, his own daughter who was being slowly digested.

All Simba could do was witness the death of all he held dear, his body unable to lift a paw.

"Do you actually believe you desssserve your kingdom?" Kaa began to query, keen to crack Simba's front. "After all you did with me for all thosssse yearssss?" He slightly sniggered when he saw the king's scowl dropping into something more fearful. "Would your ssssubjectssss sssstay loyal if you had revealed your dirty little sssssecret?" The heartbreak forming in his Majesty's eyes was simply priceless as the snake slithered to the left ear. "What would your father think?"

The mere mention of Mufasa made Simba's scowl drop completely, his expression displaying his true heartbreak. "You may tell yourssself that my hypnosssissss made you do it," Kaa smugly stated, delighting in his Majesty's mortification, "but you recall how much you enjoyed it all, don't you?" The king couldn't help but remember every single animal he murdered with no regard for the Circle of Life. "Perhapsssss... all it took wassss a look in my eyesssss to let the real you out?"

Nala desperately wanted to cry out and urge Simba not to listen to Kaa's mind games but the crushing coils wouldn't even let her breath. "Sssssooon the Pride Landssss will be ssssshown thisssss ssssecret you've kept from them," she made out from Kaa in her dwindling endurance, "once you have made them all your ssssmorgassssbord." She could make the horrified look on her husband's face even as her eyelids threatened to shut, praying that her beloved will not give in.

"One look in my eyessss," Kaa declared with inspiration, "and your kingdom will become your hunting groundssss." He laughed villainously at Simba's straining against his ironclad freeze spell. "I will awaken the killer dormant within your sssssoul and sssssee to it that you enjoy every minute of it." The tears forming in his Majesty's eyes were the cherry on top. "Your father'ssss legaccccy will be little more than your dinner while you become my apprecenticcccce onccccce more."

Simba saw it all flash before his eyes to his absolute horror. Every subject who revered him after he defeated Scar. Every new friend he made during the Pride Lands restoration. All of them would become nothing but sport as Kaa brainwashed him into his enforcer. "Please... you... can't..." he began to beg desperately, his fearless facade giving way to despair. All that the scaly scoundrel responded with was a smirk of amusement, satisfied by how the king's spirit had crumbled.

"Oncccce I have sssssnuffed out your beloved," Kaa declared darkly, giving Nala another squeeze, "it'll be jusssst like the good old daysssss." He began a big maniacal laugh slowly but surely. "Try to look at it thisssss way," the sadistic serpent began, smirking in Simba's sorrowful expression, "they won't be around to bare witnesss to the real you." He finally burst out laughter over his revenge finally being realized and the power he'd just regained, everything going perfectly.

"Urrrppp!" Kaa suddenly burped to his surprise, disturbing his maniacal moment. Just letting out gas so suddenly was one thing but the python found it smelt of rancid flatulence with the flick of his tongue. His whole body cringed at the stench before he suddenly burped out yet another. He was caught in a mix of disgust and confusion even as he discovered the bulge containing Kiara vibrating to her awfully audible farting. It was like she was controlling every single one of them.

Simba couldn't help but find his despair give way to a feeling of utter incredulous upon seeing Kaa burping out farts. His head jerked every which way as gas erupted from his gullet and made its way to the king's nostrils. Even frozen, Simba cringed deeply and tried to hold his breath but could hardly keep his eyes off of the python's strange case of indigestion. His heart began to fill up with hope. He could still recall a rather infamous gesture of rebellion Kiara had once pulled.

"That little bi-" a nauseating Kaa began to vehemently declare before he felt his gullet convulsing. The bulge that contained Kiara was traveling up his body as he hacked and coughed almost involuntarily. "No..." the python begged as he felt the princess returning to his throat. "This can't be..." However, before he was able to process it all, both of the cub's hind paws popped right out of his mouth as his maw started to stretch open much to his dismay, muffling all of his pleas.

Nala was so shocked by the way Kiara's hind legs slowly began pouring out from Kaa's mouth along with her tail. So much so that her constricting coils seemed small potatoes compared to the miracle that she was witnessing. The Queen would notice when the coils began to loosen up and allow her to draw in precious air before Kaa's nausea caused them to unravel further. She crashed to the ground in but seconds and could only lay on her side after the coils worn her all out.

Simba barely noticed that Nala was freed as Kaa vomited out the rest of Kiara's body in a single hurl and allowed the puked-up princess to fall to the ground. She fell upon her back with her entire coat of fur soaked by the serpent's fluid and rolled back on all four of her paws, taking in precious oxygen. The king could see that his daughter was weary from the constriction by her unsteady posture but also how she pushed herself through it all and scowled with determination.

Simba couldn't have been more proud of his own flesh and blood in that moment in time, flatulence and all.

I bet you didn't think those farts would be a legit Chehkov's Gun, huh? I know my readers aren't fond of it but at least it gets you to comment much more.