Scar's Survival

Chapter 9 Gaining Favor

Scar walked into Shaba's small cave. He could hear the commotion outside; the Guard had noticed his move. He ignored it and continued on. The little cave was deeper than it appeared. In the very back was Shaba. She was breathing heavily, with her head down. She was frustrated. Perhaps not the best time to bother her. But Scar had anticipated this. Of course Shaba was frustrated, angry, and pissed off at her current situation. Scar had been in her place once. It was a very dangerous place to be. It had driven him to kill, which was probably what Shaba desired of those who had wronged her. They were the same…

Scar stopped short of getting too close to Shaba.

"My Queen?" Scar stated, announcing his presence. Shaba looked up in irritation at Scar.

"Scrawny old runt…" Shaba growled. "Now you think I'm a Queen?! Pathetic, just like the rest of the Guard…"

"You may not be a true Queen," Scar continued. "But in your heart you are the rightful Queen…"

Scar laid down on his side, a submissive move to indicate to Shaba that he wasn't going to harm or approach her any closer.

"Being a rightful Queen doesn't mean very much," Shaba groaned. "What is it you want, Scar?"

"It's not about me anymore," Scar stated. "I had my chance as King and I blew it. It's about what you want Shaba, what you need… Seeing you here brooding in your own frustrations, clearly your needs are not being met…"

"That's none or your concern…"

"No? I disagree," Scar continued. "It does clearly affect you. And therefore it affects your leadership of the Guard. And therefore affects me, the lowest ranking male. The… punching bag, of your Guard…"

Shaba stared as Scar with malice. But she was now looking directly at him. Scar had captured her attention.

"Dubwana will be looking for something, someone, to get his mind off of your rejection," Scar stated. "Moyo and I would be prime targets for his abuse. And with you not around most of the time and being away from his level headed brother on patrols, who is to say what could happen?"

"What's a few more scratches to you?" Shaba stated. "Dubwana might rough you up a bit, but he would never go against my words…"

"Perhaps," Scar stated. "But then why not have Dubwana as your mate? Name him your King?"

Scar saw Shaba's face grimace. It was now obvious to Scar that Shaba just used Dubwana because he was all she had. She was clearly not attracted to him or held him in any sort of true favor…

"Because," Scar continued, answering his own question. "You can't stand him. He is a poor choice for you, a Queen…"

"Who says I have a choice?!" Shaba growled angrily. "Look at me! Dubwana is the only one who can put that all aside just to service me… Without him I don't have a Guard. I have nothing! No one! What can you possibly offer me Scar? You: a failed King…"

Scar smiled mischievously and rolled over onto his back, exposing his cream colored belly.

"I can offer you a choice…" Scar purred.

Shaba rose to her feet in anger, fully ready to attack Scar and chase him out of her den but as she did she noticed the firm pink organ between his rear legs. Suddenly she felt flushed. The longing between her own rear legs aching. Shaba was panting, her heart racing. Could it be that this Scar, found her… attractive? Enough so that he had been aroused just being near her, without any physical stimulation? That was more than even Dubwana could manage most of the time…

Scar could see Shaba's unmistakable surprise. He smiled and contently closed his eyes, slowly waiting for Shaba's approach. She came over to him, breathing her warm breath on his sensitive, tender skin. Shaba tentatively licked his erection, unsure still if it was indeed truly hard for her. Scar moaned softly, his organ twitching happily at her attentions. Shaba had the conformation she needed. She lay next to Scar, assuming the standard breeding posture…

"Does having sex that way give you what you need?" Scar asked, still laying happily on his back.

Shaba looked at him in confusion. It was all she had ever known…

"Stand over me," Scar instructed. "Take the power and control you need as a true Queen…"

Shaba rose, standing over Scar. Looking down at the small lion, Shaba was about the same size as Scar, perhaps a tad bigger. Scar's bright green eyes looking up into hers. He was vulnerable, exposed. She had all the power. It felt strange, but it also felt so right. She lowered herself, sitting on Scar's abdomen. Shaba was so wet and warm. Scar felt a great surge of blood rushing to his groin. But still he waited for her.

Shaba slowly slid herself down over Scar's anticipating organ. She felt him tense up underneath her. His involuntary response caused by her. Her unsureness melted away and Shaba's true nature surfaced. She dug her claws into the dirt, bit down hard on Scar's chest, and began rocking back and forth to address her aching needs…

Scar felt Shaba's long saber teeth stabbing at his chest. She could easily puncture his throat with her overgrown fangs. But he was not worried. Scar submissively licked her head and ears. Moaning sweetly for her, encouraging her sexual prowess. Shaba's instincts had been allowed to surface, but she was still restrained. Scar wanted to see her at her most powerful, at her most pure self. He only hoped he could last that long...

Shaba bit down harder on Scar's neck, growling at him savagely as if he were her prey she was trying to strangle. She thrusted vigorously, fueling her desires of power, control, and lust. Shaba had been told for so long, especially after her mane had started growing, to not act like a lion. To ignore her dominant, aggressive nature for a more subservient, lioness like demeanor. Now she felt like her true self, all the things she had wanted and dreamed of were here in this moment with Scar. She felt… satisfied…

Scar's moment of ecstasy was upon him. He roared, thrusting himself upwards into Shaba. Shaba feeling Scar's sudden movement, stopped her grinding, her feminine instincts instructing her to stand for her male. Scar was at the perfect angle, the perfect thrust to send Shaba to her climax. She roared with Scar as he finished his servicing of the Queen. The two lay panting after their heated exchange. Their eyes interlocked.

"See, there is my Queen," Scar smiled.

Shaba chuckled and playfully bit Scar's nose before rolling off of him.

"You're not half bad," Shaba said feistily. She couldn't let Scar's ego get overinflated. But that had been the best sex she'd ever had. Her eagerness betrayed her. "So… When can I mount you again?"

"Hum, you can mount me whenever you please, my Queen," Scar chuckled. "Whether I will be able to enjoy it fully though, is a matter of time…"

"Hmmm," Shaba purred. "Tell me Scar. Who taught such a fascinating sex position?"

Scar smiled at the thought of fond memories.

"The hyenas have a similar dynamic as the males are subordinates to the females," Scar stated. "But to answer your question, it was my former mate: Zira, who thoroughly enjoyed being in control…"

"You had a mate?" Shaba asked in surprise. "What happened to her after you were usurped?"

"Zira? Oh I'm sure she just went along with the new King…" Scar said flippantly. "Zira isn't stupid. Challenging the incoming King's authority on my behalf would just get her exiled. Only she and a few of her friends were really devote followers of mine. The rest of the lionesses were happy to see me go no doubt…"

"Happy to see you go? Or the hyenas?" Shaba asked.

"Do you see the scar across my eye?" Scar asked pointing to his signature namesake. "My betrothed gave it to me when she refused to marry me. She called me many things: selfish and conceited. But the worst was that I wasn't worthy of her… What I took to mean as her own arrogance found me undesirable. I rose a paw to strike her, but instead she beat me to it, running away to tell my father so that she wouldn't be in the wrong for betraying the royal family. Because she was in love with one of the members of my Lion Guard… my Strongest… I was always a lessor in my pride. No one ever truly wanted me…"

"What ever happened to this lioness?" Shaba questioned. "Surely after you became King she would have needed to pay for her actions against you?"

Scar sighed. "She went on to bear two cubs from my Strongest, a girl and a boy. After her mate was gone she became bitter and resentful, just like the rest of the lionesses. I allowed her daughter to stay in the pride, she was the spitting image of her mother. I exiled her son after he questioned my rule. I then sent the hyenas after him to make sure he would never come back…"

Shaba nodded her head in agreement. Death was a just punishment for betrayal.

"As for my former betrothed," Scar continued. "I could never bring myself to harm her, though I had wanted to. I just allowed her to be… Her name was Sarafina…"

"Was she beautiful?" Shaba asked.

"I used to think so," Scar stated.

"And what about Zira?"

"Ha!" Scar scoffed. "Zira was the ugliest lioness…"

"I doubt she was as ugly as me…" Shaba rebutted.

"No," Scar said genuinely. "You, Shaba, are far prettier than Zira. You have a beautiful round face, a soft, small nose. And the most beautiful blue eyes…"

Shaba was at a loss of words. She had never been complemented so much in her whole life. She didn't know how to respond to such kind words. They made her feel submissive towards Scar. She wanted so desperately to believe them. But at the same time did not want to be fooled by simple flattery…

"Zira was so ugly," Scar continued, staring off into the cave walls. "She had a long jaw, square head. Eyes as red as blood that just fixated on you and made you squirm… She was too thin and lanky. But she had a certain charm about her. Zira could manipulate anyone or anything to get what she wanted. That's probably what she did to Choma to get him to father her youngest son…"

"So you have heard of Choma?" Shaba asked pointedly.

"Yes," Scar admitted. "After the birth of my only son, who was small and weak like me, I told Zira I didn't want any more cubs. So she had affairs. Choma was supposedly the father of Kovu, Zira's youngest son. A strong, healthy cub of royal blood. I adopted him as my own. Named him my heir…"

"And still you don't think Zira would be threatened by the new King of Pride Rock?" Shaba asked.

"No," Scar said confidently. "Zira has known great hardship in her life. She wouldn't throw away the stability of a strong pride just for the chance to control it. There would be nowhere for her and her small cubs to go. I'm not even sure her friends would support such a stupid move on her behalf. Simba, the current King, will allow the cubs to grow up before making them leave. He follows the rules of the Great Kings. They won't be in any danger…"

"Hmm," Shaba sighed. "So do you really think I'm attractive? Even with my overgrown teeth and shaggy mane?"

"Your mane is thicker and softer than mine," Scar stated. "And your teeth just give extra love bites… I find you attractive. But I can't speak for anyone else…"

Regardless if she believed Scar's words or not, Shaba enjoyed her ego being stroked. It made her tingle inside, bringing out her feminine desires to be warm and affectionate. She began to kiss Scar passionately. Tasting his lips, his tongue, and his teeth. She was filled with desire again, but she knew Scar would not be ready so quickly. But he had told her to mount him regardless…

Shaba stood over Scar, playfully looking down at him. The subdued Scar looking up at her, awaiting her lead…

"What can you offer me now Scar?" Shaba asked, sitting on his abdomen. "Can you please me now…?"

"Come closer…" Scar beckoned.

Shaba slid herself up to Scar's chest, making his mane hairs wet and sticky. She knelt down to kiss him again. As she did Scar slid two of his fingers inside her, firmly stroking her. Shaba gasped in surprise. A loud moan escaping her lips.

"Oh Scar!" she cried, panting feverishly.

"That's it Shaba," Scar encourage her. "Show me who you truly are. Who are you Shaba? Show me!"

"I am the Queen!" Shaba roared as she climaxed.

"And what else?!"

"I am a lioness…" she moaned, looking down at Scar. "And I command you as Queen not to stop until I say so…"