| Scars Uprising by Wolfgang Wolfe
An alternate lion king vore story
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
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 Mufasas 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
Mufasas brother Scar wasnt all too happy to hear about the
cubs 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 didnt 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
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 fathers ear as
he tried to wake him up. The lion rolled over lazily and looked at his
son still half asleep.
what is it Simba? Mufasa asked still trying to wake
Remember! You said that today we would go hunting!
Oh yes, I did say that didnt I
well Simba I didnt
mean at the crack of dawn. Mufasa chuckled and pat his son on the
forehead, But now that Im awake I might as well, cmon
son, lets get ready. Mufasa said and finally stood.
Yeah! I cant 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,
Were 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! Ill 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
Now lets go through this again so that you idiots dont
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 Hyenas asked, which was answered with
a slap from Scar.
You idiot, when Mufasa gets here I will distract him and hell
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 youre 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
You say its no time for games, though I have always enjoyed
a nice game of Tag! Scar roared and leapt at his brother who didnt
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) thats 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 Mufasas 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 Mufasas head into his mouth as he swallowed now,
bringing Mufasas 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 Mufasas 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 Mufasas
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 brothers
large chest. He continued to lick and pull him in until his wide chest
was also pulled into Scars 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 Simbas 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 brothers
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 Mufasas 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 Simbas 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 didnt care
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
hey, Pumbaa! Whats that over there in the water? The
small mere cat jumped off of the rotund Warthogs back.
I dont know Timon...hey it looks like a Lion cub! And hes
or just the beginning