Scar's Uprising and Return of Simba by Wolfgang Wolfe

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All characters Copyright of Disney.

The Savanna, a beautiful place really. Tall brown grass hiding the dry dirt below, a water hole scattered here or there and a variety of fauna in the area. The gazelle grazed with their young, the hippos floated about in the cool water while others basked in the sunlight. The many colorful birds flew about minding their business and tending to their own birdlike matters in the tall trees that were few and far apart. A hyena here or there skulked about hoping to find a carcass or two but more importantly were the almost regal lions. They resided in a certain rock formation known as pride rock, further feeding their royal appearance. It was a large place that could be seen from anywhere in the area, it had large caves within that housed the lions and served as their own places to keep cool.

At the top of it all was the head lion Mufasa, a very wise and fair king in the area. He was not small for a lion though not exceptionally large though either, his golden fur was only offset by his reddish brown mane that he proudly showed. Next to him his mate and queen Sarabi, a beautiful lioness who stood not much shorter than Mufasa. Though she had no Mane to distinguish her, her tan smooth fur was hardly common as many of the other females looked rougher. And finally their son Simba, no more than a few weeks old at the time stood between them looking over the edges of the rocks curiously, he looked exactly like his father minus the mane (that would soon come) yet he had the wide inquisitive eyes of a child. They looked down at their son and smiled knowing that he would soon grow and take over, finding his own mate. As did Mufasa’s advisor Zazu, a small blue bird with a real big beak and a very snotty attitude, and Rafiki, a shaman and baboon that had helped present Simba before the kingdom and was a good friend of the Royal family.

None of the other animals objected to this as it was the customary pattern and most people were rather happy to hear of his birth…all except for one…

Mufasa’s brother Scar wasn’t all too happy to hear about the cub’s position who was undoubtedly better than his own. As the kings brother all scar got was to stay on pride rock. The skinny and sleek lion snuck about almost in shame or rather like a snake, his dim orange fur could barely or was rarely seen in sunlight, his black mane which distinguished him very much and those eerie green eyes didn’t help much either. Another key feature was the “scar” over his right eye, obviously giving him his name. He stayed to himself at the lower regions of pride rock, he came and went at his leisure and secretly had a good portion of the hyenas at his control. (just in case he should ever plan his uprising)

But nobody paid him much attention and he was content with that at least, this gave him plenty of time to scheme. So he sat in his cave day after day night after night, knowing he would have to get rid of Mufasa and more importantly Simba in a way that not a single trace could be left…finally he had it. Though it took a good year and Simba had matured much more since then he finally had his idea and he was about to set it in motion….

“Dad! Dad!” Simba yelled biting at his father’s ear as he tried to wake him up. The lion rolled over lazily and looked at his son still half asleep.

“What…what is it Simba?” Mufasa asked still trying to wake up.

“Remember! You said that today we would go hunting!”

“Oh yes, I did say that didn’t I…well Simba I didn’t mean at the crack of dawn.” Mufasa chuckled and pat his son on the forehead, “But now that I’m awake I might as well, c’mon son, lets get ready.” Mufasa said and finally stood.

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Yeah! I can’t wait!” Simba smiled and followed his father eagerly anticipating watching his father in all his hunting glory.

“So where are we going to go anyway dad?” Simba asked and climbed up onto his fathers back,

“We’re going to go down by the river today, but we must be careful not to go into the river, the current is very strong and who knows what is farther down the river So be careful ok son?” Mufasa said in a serious tone.

“Ok dad! I’ll be really careful!” Simba smiled and climbed onto his fathers head.

Mufasa chuckled, “alright then, lets get going.” He walked away from pride rock for the last time, though he did not know it was his last time, nor did anyone else…except for scar.

“Now let’s go through this again so that you idiots don’t botch this up!” Scar growled as he congregated by the river with some of the hyenas, “the three of you will grab that little snot of a nephew of mine while I take care of Mufasa, and you over there,” he yelled over to some hyenas standing by the edge of the river, “Make sure those rocks over there are good and slippery!” They smiled back at him and nodded as they began to use their tails to splash water onto the surrounding rocks.

“But boss, how are you going to take on Mufasa all by yourself?” One of the less intelligent Hyena’s asked, which was answered with a slap from Scar.

“You idiot, when Mufasa gets here I will distract him and he’ll slip on the rocks over there, a fall like that should be enough to knock him out long enough to finish the job.” Scar smirked at the thought of it, “Oh, wow you’re smart boss!” The hyena nodded.

“Yes I know, now everyone get into your positions they should be arriving soon.” He whispered and hid behind the now slippery rocks near the edge of the river and awaited Mufasa and Simba.

A few minutes later the two arrived near the river and stayed low as not to alert any prey in the area. Mufasa signaled for Simba to stay close as he looked for something to attack, Simba looked around and tried his best to imitate his fathers motions when suddenly he saw a grasshopper go hopping by. He instantly turned his attention from his father to that as he strayed from him and followed the grasshopper away from his father. He followed closely behind it for a good 20 ft and just as he was about to pounce a paw covered his mouth and pulled him away behind a few rocks that had piled up near the river. Mufasa turned around quickly as he heard a muffled yelp and saw that Simba was nowhere to be seen!

“Simba! Simba where are you!” he yelled out looking around frantically for his son.

“Simba this is no time for games!” he shouted growing more desperate and worried by the minute, it was then that Scar decided to strike…

“You say it’s no time for games, though I have always enjoyed a nice game of Tag!” Scar roared and leapt at his brother who didn’t have enough time to turn around as Scar landed heavily on his brothers back. He might have been able to withstand the blow but his paws shifted uneasily under the rocks below him and slid out of control into a large rock head first. He laid there bleeding some from his head as his world became blurry then dark, the last thing he saw was Scar laughing down at him before he blacked out, not dead but unconscious.

He walked down to his brother slowly and stood over him, chuckling to himself, “well brother, I bet you never saw this one coming did you!” he smirked and looked up as he saw a group of hyenas coming back carrying the struggling Simba with them, one of them still covering his mouth as he tried his hardest to yell for help.

“Make sure he watches, I want him to remember this for the remainder of his short life…” Scar laughed and repositioned himself over his brothers head, he laid down on his stomach and faced Mufasa, they now laid face to face on their stomachs (though Mufasa had been knocked out) that’s when Scar did something VERY unexpected. He yawned his jaws wide open until they all heard a loud pop from his jaws! He had unhinged his jaws completely! He continued this yawn until his mouth nearly touched the ground! He then inched forward and began to take Mufasa’s head into his jaws!

Simba struggled even more now but unsuccessfully as he watched his father about to be eaten alive and unable to do anything about it. Scar just continued to take Mufasa’s head into his mouth as he swallowed now, bringing Mufasa’s muzzle into his throat, he now had the entire lions head in his mouth and began to coat him with saliva to make it easier when he swallowed, when he was done with that he swallowed again and brought all of Mufasa’s head into his throat. His throat bulged around the large meal but pulled Mufasa in inch by inch as he continued to move down the larger lion. Scar opened his mouth extra wide to take in Mufasa’s broad shoulders, feeling some pain as he opened his mouth monstrously wide to do so. After much licking and forcing with his paws he finally worked his way past the shoulders and was now licking over his brother’s large chest. He continued to lick and pull him in until his wide chest was also pulled into Scar’s Ravenous gullet, once he got past that it was an easy task after that. The other Hyenas watched and chuckled and laughed to themselves as Mufasa had already begun to awake midway through the eating. His head could be seen entering Scars belly and his legs kicked weakly, Scar paid it no mind though and continued to swallow down the king of the Pride lands.

Tears streamed down Simba’s face as he watched both confused and horrified as his father, THE KING, was swallowed alive. Scar had finally reached his waist and continued to lick and almost enjoy his brother’s taste or rather the taste of victory as he nearly finished off the king. First one leg slipped in and then the other as he swallowed them both down with relative ease. All that remained was Mufasa’s long tan tail that ended in a tuft of that reddish brown hair, then even that disappeared into Scars jaws with a loud slurp. He rolled over feeling utterly stuffed and looked at his HUGE lion filled belly. He patted it and watched it quiver with his brother inside and snickered to himself. It now stuck out a good 5 or 6 feet before him as he looked over to Simba and smiled in his face, followed by an unrepressed belch. The other Hyenas laughed and cheered at this sight while Simba’s Sadness was replaced by anger and hatred. He took the opportunity to bite the Hyenas hand, after a howl of pain he released Simba and he charged full speed at his gorged uncle.

“Foolish cub!” Scar laughed and effortlessly slapped Simba away, though not intended the slap knocked the rampaging cub into the river, which wasted know time in swallowing him up…he was out of sight and tumbling down the raging river in a matter of seconds….

Scar rolled over onto his side and then stood with some difficulty as the 450lbs of lion in his gut sagged to the ground heavily. The sounds of steady gurgling could be heard and the digestions would take some time (and add on QUITE a few pounds) but scar didn’t care…he had finished his job and now would claim his place as ruler! With no one to claim the throne, his reign of terror had begun....

Somewhere down the river….

The river emptied miles away into a rather large oasis, large trees swayed all around it and provided cool refreshing shade, the water glistened in the sunlight and in the distance…singing could be heard…

“Awimbaweh Awhimbaweh, In THE JUNGLE THE MIGHTY JUNGLE THE LION SLEEPS TO…hey, Pumbaa! What’s that over there in the water?”

The small mere cat jumped off of the rotund Warthogs back.

“I don’t know Timon...hey it looks like a Lion cub! And he’s still alive!”

The end…or just the beginning…

Return of Simba

Many years had passed since that sad day, with Simba believed to be dead; Scar had turned the pride land into a dead waste land. The once proud and beautiful land was littered with dead carcasses and destroyed trees, the grass was brail and dying and the waters had begun to run dry. The hyenas and Lions both had to share the land and pride rock and the results were disastrous. The hyenas stole the lions prey and hunted relentlessly, leaving little or no hunting grounds for the Lions. The hyenas grew ever stronger while the lions had to go great distances to fine food, growing weaker, slimmer and sicklier looking by the day…except for one… Scar himself. The now old lion had grown quite fat since the day he ate his brother and rather enjoyed his Cannibalistic ways. A good 4 or 5 more Lions and Hyenas had gone missing since then and it was doubted that it would stop. The Lions and Hyenas both new of his ways but there was still little they could do to stop him.

Sadly, even Sarabi, Simba’s own mother had fallen to scar’s ravenous Consumption, Especially since Scar had known how much Simba cared for her. But the thought of Simba being dead made him even more determined to do as he pleased.

However…

The young and true King was now quite the adult. He had grown much larger since then and so had his will to return. With the help of his true friends Timon and Pumbaa he had grown well muscled, his back and legs rippled with muscles. His mane was a reddish brown color almost exactly as his fathers, whom he resembled very closely. For him it was almost like a prison without bars or walls or steel. He trained diligently though he had his moment with his friends where they would goof off. But today was the day when he would return.

“I really don’t know how I can ever thank you guys, I mean, you practically raised me!” Simba said as he was preparing for his journey back to the pride lands, the two helped him gather a small supply of food, which he would carry on his back along the way.

“Simba It was our pleasure!” Pumbaa said getting tears in his eyes as Simba prepared to leave; Timon quickly hit Pumbaa on his side.

“C’mon Pumbaa, we said, we…wouldn’t…cry!” He said and the two of them instantly broke into tears, crying hysterically. Simba merely shook his head as he looked at the two of them.

“You guys, wait a minute…why don’t you come with me?” Simba smiled at his own brilliant idea. The two paused their crying for a moment and thought…

“Go with you...hmm, I don’t know…we have so much to do here, I mean we have to sit around, and eat bugs, and well…” Timon said still thinking but Pumbaa put a hoof over his mouth and answered for the both of them.

“Simba, we would be honored to go back with you!” he nodded and smiled with great pride, “I mean after all, it’s not everyday you get to help a king!” he laughed and helped Timon climb up onto his back.

“Oy, well I suppose were going with you…but uh, just a quick question Simba…what exactly are we up against?” He asked worriedly.

“Well, from what I remember…Hyenas, lots of them, I think my uncle had control over them or he was their leader, but you guys leave him to me. Timon’s eyes went wide as he heard Hyenas.

“Hyenas?! Why did it have to be Hyenas, I hate hyenas…” he sighed and smacked himself on the forehead as they started walking away from the oasis, the sun at their backs. “Well let’s go and get ourselves killed…”Timon sighed.

Back in the pride lands…

“RAFIKI! Where is that old fool?” Scar roared as he sent some hyena’s to go find him. Moments later, three hyenas returned and tossed Rafiki near scar, on his face. He stood up and managed to keep good posture and dignity despite his situation, the old baboon that was once a respected friend of the family (at least with Mufasa) now was constantly pestered by Scar. The old, fat lion constantly sought predictions from Rafiki, though Rafiki refused to yield any. The only thing he ever told Scar was that if he refused to leave the pride lands, the Lions and Hyenas alike would die out.

“What is it you wish of me Scar?” Rafiki said staring into the lions eyes fearlessly, Scar got up lazily and walked toward the baboon which he towered over and growled.

“I grow tired of you antics and riddles shaman! Now tell me what I want to know!” He growled and raised his paw to strike Rafiki, though he stood still and never flinched.

“I will tell you as I have told you before, you must leave the Pride lands if you hope to survive.” He answered and was about to walk away when Scar leapt in front of him.

“You don’t turn your back on me Shaman! I know there are more hunting grounds out there and I know that you know where they are!”

“I know not of any hunting grounds, you have killed this land and you must move on…” Rafiki said and proceeded to leave.

Scar watched and growled as he did, unable to harm the Baboon as he was far too valuable. The same 3 hyenas walked up to him shaking with fear,

“Uh, s,s,s,sire what should we d,d,d,do?” The first one asked nervously. Scar spun around and smacked him, knocking him roughly into a rather large boulder.

“KEEP SEARCHING AND KEEP HUNTING YOU FOOLS!” He roared and retreated to his quarters. The lions merely sighed and went out again, searching for hunting grounds that they knew did not exist...among them was Nala, Simba’s Young love. She too had grown into a lithe and beautiful lioness. She knew deep inside her that Simba was alive; she also knew that he would return one day, though she knew not when. Still she trudged on and struggled to live, the other lionesses would give her any food they could find as she was the youngest and strongest and every time she promised them there would be good times again. So she continued on and waited for Simba’s return.

Rafiki trudged home to his tree, just away from the pride lands. He sat down heavily and placed his walking stick against the wall. He sighed and looked through his various drawings and potions when suddenly something hit him! Like a bolt of lightning he searched frantically and finally saw a painting of Simba he painted when the cub was born. Tears filled his eyes and once it was tears of Joy and not sorrow.

“Simba? Simba is alive!” He jumped like he had not in years and danced around happily, he knew now more than ever that Simba was alive as his greatest premonition came to him. He saw Simba return to the pride lands and strike down scar, though there was to be a great battle that would last through the night, Simba would finally reclaim his rightful throne and be king! He instantly got to work and began to prepare for the upcoming battle…

Finally the day had come…

About a day later Simba, Timon, and Pumbaa had finally reached the pride lands…Simba nearly cried at the sight of his now ruined home. The streams had dried up just as the grass and life that normally was so vibrant. He gritted his teeth and knew that only Scar could have had this effect on his homelands. Timon and Pumbaa watched wide eyed as the looked through the area, never having seen such destruction in their lives!

“Yuck! I mean…yeah this place looks great Simba!” Timon laughed falsely at the sight of this place, he rubbed the back of his neck shyly and looked at Simba who had a determined look in his eyes. “So were going to fight your uncle…for this?” Timon spoke up again and pointed at the direction of the pride lands,

“yes Timon, we are and I’m not going to stop until…” he was about to finish when he smelled a familiar scent, he looked around the area and saw a Lioness collapsed on the ground a few yards away, he ran over to her and instantly realized who it was!

“Nala! What happened to you?” he said and nuzzled her, barely conscious she looked up at him and tears filled her eyes at the sight of him,

Simba? You’re alive! I knew you were…” She nuzzled him back weakly; he slid the pack of food off his back and nudged it to her.

“Here eat this; it will make you feel better.” He continued to nuzzle her lovingly as she quietly ate the food he gave her. Surprisingly the food gave her a big boost of energy as she stood up now, her legs feeling a bit weak. She quickly explained the entire situation to Simba who grew more and more enraged by each word she spoke.

“And my mother? She’s gone too…” he sniffled some and a single tear rolled down his cheek…

“I’m so sorry Simba…” Nala nuzzled him affectionately.

“Don’t be, all that matters now is that I KILL Scar.” He growled and they all began to press on towards Pride rock…

At pride rock…

The other Lionesses returned with out food and now without Nala. Scar was furious! A single Lioness stepped forward to scar.

“Scar, we have lost all food and now we’ve lost Nala! We must move on or the rest of us will die!” She roared at him, Scar ran down to her and was about to smack her with his all his might when from the crowds a loud roar could be heard, a roar that sent shivers down everyone’s spines.

“DON’T…YOU…DARE!” It was Simba who stampeded through the crowd of hyenas and lions (with the help of Timon, Pumbaa, and Nala of course) and jumped up just beside the lioness. She looked at Simba in disbelief and a smile instantly replaced that look. Scar had backed into a corner, frozen with fear!

“Simba, but I…how could you…?’ Scar stumbled through his words; Simba simply stared at the fat, old lion, the gray streaks in his mane made that evident.

“It would seem time has not been kind to you uncle…” Simba said stalking toward his uncle who continued to back away from him.

“Well, yes Simba...haha you have a good sense of humor despite it all…and I,I,I I can’t believe how much you’ve grown.” Scar said still stuttering with fear, “But just as time has not been kind to me…neither shall they be to you!” He roared and the hyenas attacked instantly, swarming around Simba and the others. All the lionesses stood by Simba and the others and prepared for the upcoming fight while Scar quickly began to run away from the scene, climbing up Pride rock. Instantly the Hyenas pounced almost as one, dozens of them began attacking the group. A few were knocked away effortlessly by the lionesses but other still bit and clawed at the group, some lionesses fell just as some hyenas had but Simba Nala Timon and Pumbaa still fought side by side. Just then a Hyena had managed to jump through and was jumping straight for Simba’s neck with it jaws wide open, Simba looked and cringed as it was about to strike when suddenly a stick crashed down on its head and knocked it out cold. It was Rafiki of course, who lunged out and struck a few more with his staff before he caught his breath and stood near Simba.

“It is good to see you are alive young one, go! We will hold things down here; you go and get your uncle!” Rafiki said just before he attacked another few Hyenas, Simba simply nodded to him and used the opportunity to make his way up pride rock.

He climbed the structure of rocks with great determination knowing that his goal for years would soon be complete. Finally he reached the summit and looked about, the sky was dark and clouds gathered around, the crack of thunder could be heard in the distance and it instantly began to pour down raining. He looked around getting aggravated as he didn’t see his treacherous uncle nearby, just as he turned around to look; the huge lion pounced on Simba and pinned him on his back, having a good 200 lb advantage on Simba.

“Well, well, well…look what we have here.” Scar chuckled as Simba struggled to get from under his uncle. The evil lion smiled and applied extra pressure on his struggling nephew, almost knocking the wind out of him.

Simba gasped for air and tried to speak, “well scar, it looks like you’ve won again, sneaking up on somebody like a coward.” He coughed some in his uncles face, Scar growled at this and struck Simba across his face making his nose bleed heavily and a little blood spill from his mouth.

“Oh Simba, foolish child, maybe I should dispose of you just like your father…” He smiled and licked his nephew along his cheek, Simba cringed in sheer disgust.

“Or maybe…I should get rid of you!” Simba said and using all his strength he kicked his obese uncle off of him and made him land flat on his back. Scar laid there in shock, trying to catch his breath as Simba stood weakly trying to stand. Scar having somewhat more difficulty barely could even roll over onto his side, but Simba quickly ran over to him and slashed him across his face. He watched as his uncle yelped and three sharp scars spilled blood from his cheek. Scar tried his best to crawl away though with his weight and loss of breath it was a sad sight.

“Please Simba, cant we…uh…talk about this?” Scar pleaded as he continued to crawl away,

“No scar we can’t!” he roared and leapt in front of his wounded uncle. “Give your regards to my father scar, that’s if you see him that is…” He growled and suddenly and unexpectedly yawned wide and unhinged his jaw! Scar looked on in horror as he realized what he was about to do! Simba took advantage of his shock and pulled his uncles entire head into his muzzle, Scar tried to struggle at that point but Simba pinned his paws with his own, he walked forward some and swallowed his uncle’s head with a powerful gulp, his nose and muzzle began to press into Simba’s gullet as his roars and yelps became muffled. Simba struggled to lift his uncle up a bit more but he did and held him by his sides as he leaned onto his back, pulling his uncle with him. Now Simba could swallow Scar a little easier as the lions laid belly to belly. He swallowed again and Scars broad shoulders were pulled into his maw as he continued to gulp his uncle down hungrily. Scar still continued to struggle but Simba had his paws pinned to his sides now and they weren’t doing him much good. Another powerful gulp and his chest began to slide into his maw, he licked over his chest some to make it easier but the taste almost made him spit him back out right there, yet still he continued and pulled his uncle in more with the help of his paws.

Scar had given up his struggles now and accepted his fate, as he felt his nephew’s throat muscles grasp his face and pull him down helplessly, the air got thinner and thinner for him as he heard Simba’s heart beat, one of the last sounds he’d ever hear. But Simba kept swallowing relentlessly, he reached the Lions gut however and had some difficulty as his mouth had to stretch even wider to take it in. But the combination of his Swallowing and his saliva finally won and his uncle’s gut sunk down into Simba’s gullet. Another few powerful gulps and His uncle’s gut disappeared into his gullet and was massaged by the strong throat muscles. The hardest part was done as Simba relaxed his throat and pulled his uncles legs in; he looked down and saw his own belly grow tremendously as it filled with the 500lb lion. Another few gulps and the uncle’s legs and feet disappeared down Simba’s throat, all that remained now was Scars Tail which twitched weakly as Simba’s stomach acids began to work on whatever was already in his belly, with a loud slurp the tail disappeared and Simba had won. He uuuurrrped loudly as he completed his meal and smiled contently to himself, he got up sluggishly and heard the gurgling noises of digestion and smiled to himself.

He finally stood and his belly dragged heavily across the ground, he walked to the edge of the summit and looked over to see that the lionesses were pushing the Hyenas back and several lay either dead or wounded. The rains had drenched everyone and after a few more moments, the hyenas were being driven back. The battle was won, and Simba had reclaimed his rightful place.

He walked back down pride rock with some difficulty though he walked proudly with some relief. The others walked up to him and looked him over, they realized instantly what he had done and had seen the strike across his muzzle that indicated a struggle. Nala ran over to him and began to lick and nuzzle at his cheek; he simply smiled and nuzzled back, happy to see she was alright. Timon, Pumbaa, Rafiki and the remaining lions looked on happily as the rains had begun to stop and the sun had begun to show, they barely noticed that they had fought through the night.

None of them cared though, they all rested well that night knowing that there would be peace and prosperity again, though it took time and effort, the pride lands were eventually returned to their once glory, and Simba, Nala, and all of their allies lived long and prosperous lives.

The End