Scar Walked around Nala in a circle, never taking his eyes off her. She could feel his piercing stare even when he left her vision. It made her skin crawl every time he passed behind her. A crowd of spectators occupied the moonlit clearing with them, surrounding the two on all sides: among the assembly were the lions and lionesses of their pride. They were matched in equal numbers by Scar’s most trusted hyenas. The tension of the two groups gathered together in one place was palpable.

	Scar projected his powerful voice as he addressed the crowd. "The reason I have gathered you here tonight is regrettable. Nala, beloved lioness of our pride, has undermined my authority by defying a direct order. She took more than her allowance of food, and during a famine no less. Her theft was in the order of an entire gazelle; one of the last in the Pridelands. What's more, she foolishly thought she could keep this affair hidden from me. I don't have to explain why this is unacceptable nor why it must be dealt with swiftly." Scar said, his chin raised high. He stopped pacing when he heard Sarafina's voice.

	"We wouldn't have to resort to that if you didn't make us go hungry. Why do the hyenas get more prey than your own lions do anyway? They're not even half our size!" she asserted.

	"Quiet! I will not be interrupted while I deliver a verdict!” he snapped, raising his voice at her. “And do not dare to question your king’s judgment again.” Sarafina stopped talking but looked none too happy.

	"It’s not fair that you invited them tonight in the first place.” Nala said, emboldened by her mother’s protest. “You told us yourself this was a private meeting, and not to bring outsiders. I guess we’re the only ones that have to follow your rules though." She glared around at the hyena muscle he brought with a mixture of apprehension and resentment. They sneered back.

	Scar put a paw on Nala’s head and shoved her to the ground, holding her chin against the dirt. She grunted on impact and twisted around beneath him. "Don't get snippy with me you impudent brat. The hyenas are here because they're more loyal than you." he snarled, pressing her into the ground. The hyenas snickered to each other and watched smugly. Scar had a much different reaction, increasingly paranoid he would lose control of the situation and the other lions would imitate their defiance. He frowned at her, grinding his teeth. "You should know better than to talk back to your elders. Have you forgotten your place as an obedient subject? Or must I remind you?"

	Nala snarled, her tail twitching and her nostrils flaring. When Scar leaned down to look her in the face she stared back into his eyes, furrowing her brow. She felt his hot stinky breath wash over her face and shivered in disgust; not because of how it smelled, but because it was *his* smell.

	"Did you swallow your tongue? I'm not going to ask again." Scar said, squinting. "Your behavior hasn't left me in a patient mood. Do not push your luck."

	Nala huffed. "No, your highness. I haven't forgotten." she said. The words had to be put through a grinder before she got them to leave her mouth.

	"Then you will do as I say. And you will not speak unless spoken to." the lion said. Scar lowered his mouth to Nala’s ear so only she could hear him whisper. "Simba would be ashamed if he were alive to see what a perfidious cur you've grown up to be." She flinched and suddenly broke eye contact. Scar’s lips curled into a vicious smirk. "Pathetic. You'd have made as good a queen as he would a king. You should be grateful that I was here to take his place on the throne." He spat, relishing in his position of authority. He finally lifted his foot. "Maybe you’ll even learn some manners after this."

	Nala raised her head in time to see Scar turning his back to her. He promptly lifted his tail and presented his butt, watching over his shoulder with an impish look on his face. "Get to work."

	"What?" Nala asked. She glanced between his butt and his face like she was missing something. The lions in the crowd looked at each other in disbelief as they pieced together what they were witnessing.

	"If you're so hungry that you'd poach game from your own king then I shall give you something better to eat." Scar proclaimed. The crowd simmered with commotion as they started whispering to each other outside the earshot of Scar and Nala.

	Nala grimaced at the thought. Was that really what he wanted her to do? She looked to the rest of her pride for help but they only stared back in silence, their heads and tails lowered in submission. None dared to lift a claw. Feeling a deep sense of indignity, she turned back to Scar, her face twisted with a confused mixture of emotions. She took a step toward him then hesitantly brought her face to his butt. When she got close she could hear the flies buzzing as they flew around it. He fended them off with his tail, swatting it around instinctively. The sight was anything but appetizing. As soon as she got close the smell of his musk crept into her nose; it was a rotten combination of sour and salty. Using all her willpower she hovered her nose inches away and took loud, deep breaths. The stench made her shudder. She kept her eyes closed to try and forget about their audience.

	"Nala, do you eat with your nose?" Scar asked impatiently. "Why are you still not doing as I say?"

	"You… you actually want me to use my /mouth/ on it?" she asked, unwilling to believe him. Scar stared her down with lowering eyebrows. The lioness avoided his burning glare.

	"Stall one more time, Nala. See how much you will regret it." he threatened. The lioness gulped and went a little green in the cheeks. Giving in, she opened her mouth, but sticking her tongue out so close to his butt nearly made her gag. She licked slowly over his hole and took in the sweaty, dirty flavor. Her face contorted as his musk bit into her taste buds, drifting up into her nose and making her eyes misty. She kept going anyway, slowly lathering his butt with her saliva. The relentless buzzing of flies was a reminder of exactly what she was licking. It didn’t take long for Nala to reach her limit and lose her composure, coughing pitifully between every few tongue lashes.

	“Keep up the pace. I didn’t bring everyone here so we could all watch you cough.” Scar said. Nala turned away, gritting her teeth and taking deep breaths to suppress her gag reflex before returning. She struggled to do as he said but licked faster in an attempt to make up for it. Her thorough grooming of his butthole made Scar shiver and his fur raise in a wave. The sensation intensified as she nuzzled it, letting him feel her nose wiggling and her nostrils flaring. Despite keeping her coughing in check, she couldn’t help but whine and make quiet groans of disgust. The sound was music to his ears. He stood there proudly while she worked hard to polish his hole, enjoying the tongue bath.

	Nala stuck her tongue out as far as it went as she collected his sweat on its surface, causing it to accumulate. She was disinclined to let it back into her mouth for fear of getting a stronger taste. Worried about how she appeared to her pride, she opened her eyes to scan the crowd for a brief moment. Her body ached with shame to see that most of the lions were still watching as she debased herself. Their faces were ones of revulsion, sympathy, and terror. Sarafina couldn’t bring herself to look. Just when Nala thought it couldn't get any worse, Scar's stomach rumbled ominously. She felt his anus tightening and pulled away in confusion, staring at his butt.

	Without so much as a word of warning a fart erupted from Scar's butt, blowing right into her face. Nala was blanketed in a putrid veil that obscured her vision and brought the stench of digested meat to her nose. It was hot and humid, hanging thick in the air like green smog. She caught a lungful of the gas and coughed hard while taking a step back but wouldn’t escape the cloud he left behind. As his emission slowly began to dissipate Scar raised his tail high with pride, watching behind himself at her gagging and shaking her head.

	"Ugh! What is wrong with you?!" Nala cried between coughs. The hyenas in the crowd burst into laughter while the rest of the pride was shocked into silence; they stared on in awe, some sticking out their tongues and wrinkling their noses and others appearing faint.

	"Get a good whiff of that. I want to hear you smelling it." Scar ordered. Nala looked like she might be sick. Fearing reprisal, she stepped back into place, but kept her mouth clamped. She breathed in what remained of the fart and groaned quietly. The odor of rotten eggs lingered in her nose even after it was gone.

	"Hahaha! Nala's a fart sniffer!" one of the hyenas hollered, reigniting their jeering.

	"Good girl." Scar said, smiling at Nala over his shoulder. She grit her teeth, struggling to hold her tongue. "Put your nose up to it. I want you to smell this one fresh."

	Nala did as he said, lowering her nose to his butt and hovering in front of it with her eyes and lips squeezed shut. At the very last second Scar rolled back on his feet, thrusting his butt into her face. Nala made a surprised noise and her eyes snapped open. She was blinded when Scar farted a second time, pumping his choking gas into her lungs. Shedding tears, she breathed in deeply, filling her lungs with the unbearable stink. Immediately afterward she broke down into a coughing fit and regretted taking that much in at once.

	As Scar polluted the atmosphere with his flatulence members of the crowd began curling their snouts and fanning the smell away. The hyenas were more tolerant of the odor, but those downwind of Scar visibly suffered along with the felines. Nobody tried to move.

	"Now that you’ve sampled my aroma, I want you to tell me what I ate this evening." Scar demanded, smirking.

	"I have no idea…elephant dung?" Nala asked with exasperated sarcasm.

	"Is that supposed to be an insult?" Scar asked, suddenly sounding displeased. Nala was silent. “You seem quite willing to use your mouth. Let’s put it to better use, shall we? Start licking again, whelp.” he spat. The lioness was reluctant to taste him right after he farted, wearing an uneasy frown. Even then, she saw no choice. With a defeated look on her face she licked his smelly hole, tasting the lingering flavor of his flatulence. It made her expression twist and her stomach churn.

	After only three licks Scar let a windy fart loose onto her tongue, rattling her head and making a muffled echo. Her mouth was flooded with his hot, smelly gas; she caught the majority of it straight from his hole. It dried out her tongue as it blew over her taste buds then swirled around the back of her throat, coating every inch of her maw with the flavor of rot. She let out a visceral gag, curling and flexing her tongue within her mouth while her throat closed up. Her body violently rejected the fumes but she kept trying to lick regardless. Scar sighed and grinned, his cock going stiff as she rimmed him. “Wrap your mouth over it.” he ordered, his voice dripping with perverse arousal.

	“P-Please, don’t make me do this, Scar.” Nala begged, her voice coarse from inhaling so many irritants. “I’ve learned my lesson, I promise. I just can’t take the—”

	“Now!” Scar barked, making her wince. “Every time you speak without permission I am extending your punishment. Were it not for your insolence it would have been well over by now.”

	Nala whimpered as she struggled to obey, shakily putting her lips around his butthole like she was giving it a big kiss. The lion didn’t hesitate; he rumbled her face with a deadly fart. Her cheeks puffed out and the steaming methane forced its way down her throat before she clenched it shut and choked. The remaining gas went up her nasal passage and floated out of her nose, forcing her to smell it a second time on its way out.

	To keep up with the volume of gas she was being fed she had to make room by wetly gulping his farts like she was chugging them from his butt. Her neck bulged with each painful swallow and her stomach felt full, like she'd just eaten a big meal. Scar's next fart vibrated her tongue and reintroduced the taste of rancid meat to her mouth. With her stomach already strained and nowhere else for it to go, the entire emission escaped through her nose in two forceful streams. As green smog bellowed from her nostrils she trembled, swaying in dizziness. Her eyelids felt heavy and the edges of her vision shrunk inward as she was deprived of clean air.

	The acrid sting of a fresh fart on her tongue made her recoil. In a panic she pulled away, wheezing and retching uncontrollably. Her eyes burned and streamed tears. She burped some of his gas up between coughs, feeling the bloat in her stomach alleviated. Scar directed the last of the fart into her face, following it with his butt as she turned her head away. He was diligent in not giving her a chance to recover, forcing her to smell it every moment she wasn’t swallowing it. When the fart came to a squeaking end she coughed and spat onto the dirt. No matter how much she tried though, she couldn’t get the flavor out, not even a little bit.

	"That's all you can take?" Scar asked condescendingly. "Funny how quick that mouth of yours closed after you faced some consequences." Nala shuddered and looked nauseous, staring at him pitifully. Scar stared back with a smirk. "Get on your back, Nala. Face the moon. I will ensure that your weakness doesn't interfere with your punishment again."

	Nala wore distress on her face, not daring to speak a word. Filled with humiliation, she rolled over, baring her belly to him and assuming a submissive position at his feet. Being forced to grovel in front of her pride made her squirm uncomfortably.

	She hardly had time to react before Scar's butt came crashing down on her face. He rocked side to side to get comfy, his hefty balls resting against the top of her head. She let out a muffled cry of surprise, pawing at his back while making frantic pleas for him to get off. They were silenced by a long wet fart from Scar. His noxious gas blew down her nose and into her lungs, making her windpipe burn. She broke out into a muffled coughing fit, writhing and struggling underneath him. Scar cackled at how she tried to get away. He leaned back with more of his weight, making sure her efforts were in vain.

	“This is where you belong, lowborn. Smothered beneath a royal butt while huffing its farts.” Scar mocked. His stomach grumbled and he farted again, assaulting Nala's senses with his foul stench. "Breathe." he ordered, feeling that she was holding her air in. She obeyed as soon as she was called out, drawing in long ragged breaths of his fart only to break down in coughing and gagging. While her mouth was open Scar opportunistically pushed down and forced it wider. Nala panicked, helpless to stop him as he cut a steamy, flavorful fart down her throat. She had to swallow faster and faster to keep up with the load until she didn’t have any time to pause between blasts.

	While Nala’s digestive tract was being violated by her king’s gas she spasmed beneath him, trapped in the thickest and most humid part of the hellish cloud. The awful, burning stench made tears stream down her face and her eyes go bloodshot. Scar felt a bomb gurgling in his gut and clenched to hold it back. “Don’t stop licking. This doesn’t get you out of finishing your work.” he growled. Broken willed, Nala wrapped her lips over his anus and lashed it with her tongue. She felt his hole twitching as she licked and her stomach sank. Despite quivering in anticipation she stayed in place for him.

	Scar withheld his gas for as long as he could then let it loose without restraint, vibrating her head with an especially long and noisy fart. It blew over her tongue and echoed down her throat where it festered in her stomach with the rest of his waste fumes. She struggled to continue licking, her mouth sore and dry from the intense heat and spiciness of his emissions.

	The sounds and sensations of Nala suffering on his stink brought Scar a unique sadistic pleasure. It intensified the arousal he felt until his cock bounced and twitched without having been touched. His erection stayed at full mast as he peppered her tongue with a series of short smelly farts. She gurgled and wheezed, unable to handle the taste. “Yes… keep huffing it up, useless cat. Embrace your rightful punishment.” Scar muttered in a horny fog, his eyelids becoming heavy and his heart pounding.

	Nala felt him tense up atop her as his balls pulled closer to his body. With a powerful moan Scar burst, releasing the contents of his sac in a surge. His seed landed on the dirt in front of him, laying in thick ropes. Nala carried on servicing his hole as it flexed on her tongue but grimaced the whole time. Once his climax was over he let out a long sigh, rose to his feet, and took his butt off the lioness’s face. She gasped for air, liberated from the claustrophobic feeling of suffocation. Exhaustion was all that remained. She laid there on her back, huffing and puffing.

	"Now clean up the mess you made." Scar ordered, an air of smugness in his voice. Nala’s stomach bubbled. She didn't even entertain the idea of disobeying, though; she just wanted this to be over with. Moving like she was in molasses, Nala rolled over onto her front and crawled to his cum, staring down at it with loathing. She had to close her eyes in order to force herself to do it. Lowering her head, she dragged her tongue through the dirt, scraping up the lion’s genetic material like it was the most precious resource in the savannah. Once it was gone she licked even faster, filling her mouth with dust to cover up the flavor of Scar’s farts and ejaculate.

	Nala was a pathetic sight: laying on her belly with dirt caked on her lips, her eyes bloodshot and the fur on her cheeks stained with tears. Scar towered over her with a wicked grin, staring deep into her eyes. She met his gaze while shrinking back and lowering as far as she could onto the ground. Without saying another word to her Scar turned to look across the circle of lions and hyenas, addressing them with a feigned fatherly concern. "My dearest kin, know that in the future I will not be so forgiving of insubordination. Consider yourselves warned." he said firmly, his eyes lingering on the other lions. "As for tonight, Nala has paid for her crimes and is forgiven. You are to accept her again. Everyone may go about their business." he said in conclusion. After dismissing them he seated himself on the ground and raised his chin.

	Before anyone had a chance to leave Nala leapt to her feet and bolted away, barreling between a pair of lions to escape. She ran to the nearest pond without looking back. Once she was by herself she plunged her face into the water, wiping off with her front paws while gargling to get the taste of Scar out. After frantically washing for almost a minute straight she finally came up for air. Water dripped from her matted fur as she gasped and panted, relieved to be mostly clean.

	As the pond settled and its reflection became clear Nala heard the brush rustling and saw Sarafina slowly approaching from behind. Her mother’s presence was immediately comforting, but at the same time she felt embarrassed to be seen in such a state. After shaking the water out of her fur she turned to face her.

	"How are you holding up, Nala?" she asked.

	"I'm fine." Nala said stoically, hoping as much to convince herself as Sarafina.

	"I wish I could have done more to help. I'm sorry, hun." Sarafina said, getting closer to lick the fur on her head.

	Nala looked less tense as the other lioness groomed her. She paused for a while. "I don't think I can stay here." she said. "I'm going to leave the Pridelands before sunrise."

	"I understand." Sarafina said. She felt a pang of loneliness, but didn't doubt her decision for a second. "Scar will be losing a great lioness tonight. He has nobody to blame but himself."

	"Do you think he'll take it out on the rest of you?" she asked, suddenly acting nervous.

	"Don't worry about that. I'll do my best to protect us." Sarafina said. "You can't let your fear of him stop you from leaving this wasteland. There's no future here, not as long as Scar is king."

	"What if I find help? Maybe there's another pride out there who would be willing to take his place. I doubt the lions in the Pridelands would defend that tyrant if he was challenged."

	"Some of them would…" Sarafina said grimly, looking disdainful. "You can try. But don't let the search consume your life. If you find somewhere out there you can live in peace, just do it."

	"He doesn't deserve it though. It's not fair. I hate that he's king… It can't be like this forever." Nala said, grinding her teeth. Sarafina started licking her again.

	"I know. I have faith that it won't. It's not your sole responsibility though. Just remember that." Sarafina said, trying to calm her down. She hastily changed the subject. "Where are you going to go?"
"I don't know… somewhere that isn't the Pridelands." Nala said. She looked at the falling moon, then down to the horizon below it. It was savannah as far as the eye could see. "Maybe if I go West I'll make it to the jungle. There will be a lot of food there, right? Easy hunting from the foliage."

	"That far away?" Sarafina asked. "Maybe it's for the best. Who knows where the herds have migrated. It might be barren outside the Pridelands too."

	"Will you come with me?" Nala asked.

	"No, I don't think so. I'm not as young as I used to be. I can't make a journey like that as easily as you could. I'd just slow you down." Sarafina said. "It’s best if I stay here to look after the pride. We still need capable hunters to take down bigger game anyway. And if Scar comes after you I might be able to convince him you went in another direction."

	"Okay. I won't try to argue." Nala said regretfully. "I promise I'll come back someday. Even though I don't know when."

	"I'll see you then, Nala." Sarafina said, giving her another affectionate lick on the face.