“I can’t see him” Anga called down, the martial eagle swooping around the cliff face thankful that Kion wasn’t lying in a broken heap at the bottom but still concerned that he didn’t appear to be anywhere else. “We might need to split up.”

Fuli knodded, turning her spotted head face towards the rest of the lion guard. “Ono and Beshte, you go west, Bunga take the south, I'll head north and Anga can circle
around the cliff.”

All of the companions knodded except for Bunga. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, concerned what would happen if he met Kion alone “Kion might b-”
“Kion isn’t evil!” Fuli shot back “If you’re too scared to go alone just tell us.”

“I’m never scared” Retorted Bunga and puffed out his white furred chest, although it did little to dissuade the uncomfortable tightness in his heart “I’ll go and find that silly lion in no time!”

Fuli grunted in response, rolled her eyes and then split off the way they had came while the other two headed westward. That left only Bunga alone to find his friend, continuing on in the direction of the tree of life.

It only took him a small number of minutes to find Kion, or rather for Kion to find him.

As soon as all of the lion guard was far enough away from each other and Bunga was south enough that Anga couldn’t see him, Kion made his presence known.
“Well well little badger” the lion smirked and walked out the tree line to confront the sniffing, wondering creature who quickly turned to face him “Guess it’s just you and me now.”

“Kion!” Bunga called out, momentarily forgetting his previous fear “Come back to the group, i’m sorry fo-”

He was about to end that sentence with “for thinking you were turning evil”, But one look at the lion cub told Bunga he had been right all along. A look of absolute malice hanging off Kion’s face, a slick tongue creeping out of the maw to lick at the sharp, bared lion teeth.

“Sorry?” Kion mocked, the honey badger shivering in response “oh I don’t think there’s anything to be sorry about. I love this feeling! I should have become evil years ago. No I don’t think you need to be sorry about anything....except for the awful breath you’re going to give me when I'm done with you”

He snarled and jumped forward but didn’t land on Bunga, stopping three inches away from the smaller male as he struck a fighting pose. “K-kion y-you” Bunga’s lip quivered “You can’t be evil....” 

Kion leaned back and seemed to consider the sentence, a thoughtful expression on his handsome face. The scar that was responsible for all this practically glowing now, all Bunga could focus upon. 

“Maybe evil is a strong word” the lion conceded “Scar was evil without a doubt, I'm more interested in filling my belly.” He leaned towards Bunga and flexed his shoulders, ready to pounce “All I want right now is that cute little body of yours inside my belly where all good honey badgers belong. Is that evil? No, I think that’s just nature.” 

He jumped forward, claws out, and Bunga had only a minute to think of what his last act on earth would be aside from feeding his friend. He could collapse into a sobbing heap, try and fight back and maybe give the lion indigestion or.... 

Bunga gulped and choked back a tear, It was his best shot. He opened his jaws wide and attempted to turn the tables against Kion, to condemn his friend to the same digestive fate the lion had planned for him.

But it was not too be. There was a reason Kion was the leader of the lion guard and Bunga was merely a compatriot after all.

The minute Kion saw the honey badger shift, open his jaws and focus upon the body surging towards him the lion altered his trajectory through the air. Pushing his shoulders up and tucking his back legs in to roll right over Bunga’s smaller form, the honey badger’s jaws just missing the tufted end of Kion’s rear, closing upon thin air. 

Bunga turned, terrified, realising that he had been outsmarted but instead of his formerly beloved friend the only thing he saw facing him now was the thick pinkness of a lion cub’s maw. Kion’s jaws open, hot, stinking breath wafting towards the honey badger, gullet stretching to beckon him inside.

“K-Kion! Don’-!”

His cry cut off Bunga found himself sandwiched in all sides by hot, flexing, honed muscle built to dominate creatures his size. The honey badger had always known that Kion was a predator, but they had been friends and save for the occasional jibe or sarcastic remark he had never had to confront that reality. Now it was all Bunga could think about. This lion was eating him, really eating him. And enjoying every second of that formerly proud, brave honey badger’s descent into a hot and slimy demise. 

The scar glowed red again and, were he not so enraptured in sucking and gnawing at the head of his wriggling prey, Kion may have noticed a deep chuckle reverberating around him. Scar may not have been able to defeat Simba and rule over the pride lands but this was perhaps even better. The long dead lion had perverted Simba’s youngest child from beyond the grave, turned him into a ferocious predator devouring his most trusted companion. Bunga would be condemned to the same desolate afterlife that Scar and other devoured creatures went too, and he wouldn’t be the last.

Ignoring his former friend’s pleads for mercy Kion smacked his lips and tongue over that tender and delicous belly. The smell certainly wasn’t anything to write home about the flavour was different, beefy and bitter, beautifully layered underneath all of that slightly tawny fur and delicious, nutritious badger fat. 

Snarf!

Kion flexed his shoulders and surged forward, knocking his head back to bring in the rest of Bunga’s small body, all that remained of the honey badger now was a pair of wriggling feet kicking at thin air. Bunga looking down the gullet of Kion, his childhood friend, smelling the remnants of past meals wafting their digestive fates upwards. Beckoning him to join them. 

Kion wriggled his hips feeling a sudden tightness form there, his member beginning to grow hard from the feeling of that heavy badger rump soaking in his mouth and the incessant, eager wriggles of Bunga inside. Kion raised an eyebrow and, for a brief moment, felt shame and embarrassment that his body was reacting in this way. But perhaps this was a normal part of the process, he had no real attraction to Bunga per sae but eating him was another story. That feeling of overpowering, of dominating a smaller creature, how could he not get hard from an experience like that?

One more gulp and Bunga slipped down the tight gullet and into the thick, slimy belly already half filled with stinging digestive juices. He sniffled when he curled up inside as a wet, hot, horrified ball of meat, fur, skin and bone. A delicious piece of honey badger for the new evil that plagued the pride lands to mull over, to digest.

And for the moment Bunga was more than food, he was pleasure too. The silent and dejected Badger struggling not to sob and beg inside the hot confines of this unbearably tight prison, trying to conserve his breaths until help came or until Kion came to his senses. But that all changed when he felt his prison lurch, then a soft bump from the outside poked him in the lower neck where his head was curled up, then the fleshy prison began to rock back and forth. Slow at first then faster, faster, Kion’s huffs turning into purrs and deep pants. Bunga’s eyes widening when he realised he was being humped from the outside in.

A muffled wail echoed out from Kion’s belly and the struggles began in earnest but truth be told Kion barely noticed them. So enraptured was he in that feeling of a soft, lumpy belly forming around his cock like a hot, moving body pillow. Every wriggle, every gurgle and every whine from Bunga sending a shockwave of pleasure through his already drooling cock, working the lion club up closer and closer to a delicous climax. “unfffff, yeah....fight me yo-you smelly, sexy creature....” he mumbled, every thrust of his cock into the final resting place of Bunga hitting harder, splashing the juices around and helping bits of the digesting creature fall off into the sizzling, slimy broth. “You were delicous” Kion taunted “i’m gonna smell you on my breath for days I know, but it was worrrrrrth it.” He purred out the last few words, tongue lolling, thrust, thrust, thrust. “And when y-you’re done, unnfff, melting i’m gonna shiiitt you out near the burrow,  and then i’m gonna slurrrrrp up all of your brothers and sisters....”

Inside Bunga wailed, kicked and screamed out half drenched and muffled cries for mercy. He was melting away and his former friend, the person he had trusted most in this world, was humping his eroding form. Working himself closer to a guiltless, impassioned climax using the body of his own honey badger friend. Bunga couldn’t believe it, all it had taken was a scar and Kion had fallen so far into decadency and villainy, didn’t want to believe it....Bunga just wanted this to be over.

But Kion had no intention of making this quick, working himself up to cum and then pulling back to taunt and paw at his fat, filled belly before starting the humping session back again when Bunga was nice and squirmy once more. But after a few minutes of that Bunga was too far gone for that to still be fun. “Finished?” Kion grinned, only getting a weak twitch and a gurgle from his belly “alright then. let’s bring our little adventure to an end....unffufffffff.”

Driving his member deep into the recesses of his now much squishier stomach Kion finally came, his member squirting out thick loads of creamy lion jizz, sending spasms of ecstasy throughout Kion’s young body. “ahhh” The lion sighed, his sticky belly letting out on last bubbly gurgled as Bunga expired inside. Kion opening his mouth to let out a triumphant: 

Uraaapppppp

The smelly, Bunga scented air flowed out through the rippling jaws of the lion in a green cloud and Kion scowled. “ugggh, gonna have bad breath for days after now. Least I got some good use out of you Bunga.”

And with that he lifted himself up and sidled off, the scar on his face glowed one last time and a deep, booming chuckle echoed throughout the trees as Kion pondered howthe rest of the lion guard would taste.