Teaser: The Madness of King Scar
This story is separate from my vision of TLK canon, and features an alternate ending to the waterfall scene in the Lion King, based on recent art by Backlash91.
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On the top of a fallen log, Nala finally asked the question Simba had been dreading. "You've been alive all this time. Why didn't you come back to Pride Rock?"
"Well, I just needed to get out on my own," he lied, propping his front feet onto some nearby vines. Maybe he could distract her again, he thought, using the plants as a hammock. He flicked his tail toward Nala. "Live my own life. And I did and it's great," he grinned.
Nala paused, looking down. "We've really needed you at home."
"No one needs me," he replied, tail drooping.
"Yes, we do. You're the King," she said firmly, her eyes narrowed.
"Nala, we've been through this. I'm not the King. Scar is," he said with an air of finality.
Nala shook her head, hopping up onto the vines to get closer to her childhood friend. "Simba, he let the hyenas take over the pridelands."
"What?"
"Everything's destroyed. There's no food, no water. Simba, if you don't do something soon, everyone will starve," she said, her voice raising in pitch as she challenged him.
"I can't go bac -"
"Why?"
"You wouldn't understand," he growled, hopping out of the hammock.
Nala pursued him. "What wouldn't I understand!?"
"No, no, no. It doesn't matter. Hakuna matata." When she pursed her lips and asked, he repeated, "Hakuna matata. It's something I learned out here. Look, sometimes bad things happen, and there's nothing you can _do_about it. So. Why. Worry?"
"Because it's your responsibility!" she yowled, chasing after him.
"Well what about you? _You_left," he snarled, turning on her.
Nala curled her lip in disgust. "I left to find help. And I found you. Don't you understand? You're our only hope. You're my only hope," she added softly.
Simba noticed the change in pronoun usage. "What do you mean?"
"Simba. Scar, he's - he's choosing his queen. If I hadn't run when I did, he -"
Simba felt a pit in his stomach. As uncomfortable and irritated as Nala was making him right now, he truly loved her. He wished he could be the King she thought he was. But he couldn't! "Then stay here. With me," he pleaded.
Nala paused. Was she angry at him, or afraid of Scar? She said, "I want to be with you Simba. But I can't leave my mother and...your mother behind. In that lion's clutches. Please, come and fight him to take your rightful place, Simba. Reclaim the Pridelands - and reclaim me..." With that, she turned away from him, her tail tuft dancing upward as she lifted it, all but shoving her rump in the young lion's face.
Simba gasped. He'd seen Nala's vulva before as kids, but now it stirred something deep inside him, especially considering how puffy and wet she looked. He couldn't have put the words to it, but his old friend was in heat, and begging for him. Was she only offering to convince him to return home and face his past? He wouldn't do that. But maybe he could unite with her once to live what could have been. Simba had spent his entire adolescence celebate, and now he found himself panting.
"Nala, I -"
*Clap, clap, clap, clap*
Both lions turned to look at the slow, almost mocking applause, to see Scar himself, emerged from the jungle, flicking his tail as he put his paws together. How long had he been watching them? "Oh, very touching. A frantic flight for help, and our feline heroine finds her destined fiancee to free her from all her fears. But that's not how this story ends, is it, Simba?"