A warm afternoon in the African savannah finds you out for a trek, exploring the untamed wilderness and marveling at the sights this landscape has to offer. You camped the night nearby, but today you wish to see all the beauty of this biome for yourself, and you admire the view of the lush grasslands and tall rock formations, as well as an oasis nearby and a jungle off in the distance. The sounds of insects buzzing fill your ears, creating a peaceful ambiance to the whole experience. You can even see some animals at the oasis – Giraffes, elephants, gazelles, zebras, and more having a drink, relaxing in the shade of the trees, and cooling off in the water. None of them seem to notice you from this distance, allowing you to stop and observe for a while.
Your attention is caught by a sudden sound behind you – A twig snapping. You blink and look back, but you can’t see anything in the tall grass; perhaps you only thought you heard it? Deciding you’re ready to explore some more, you set off once again, this time heading in the direction of the nearby rock formation – Until you make out a faint rustle, behind you once again. Feeling uneasy, you increase your pace, but another crack of a fallen stick makes you jump a bit, turning around once more. You see the tall grass, bent a bit where you had been walking… And what looks like a pair of green and yellow eyes, focused right on you. Before you can process what you’re seeing, a loud roar sounds out as a massive orange shape leaps forth, pouncing on you with its full weight, making you tumble in a somersault before holding you beneath its form. Looking up, you feel your heart drop – You’re being pinned to the ground beneath a large lion, eyeing you with a deep, almost wicked grin!
You panic a bit as you take in the sight of the feline – They’re a male with dark orange fur and a long, jet-black mane growing in a loose, untamed appearance, and a rather prominent scar over his left eye. His frame is narrower than many lions, but he’s more than capable of holding you down. His long tail flicks from side to side as he leans in closer to you, evidently very pleased with his catch! His gaze trails down your figure, then back up to your frightened face, the sight making him… Chuckle?
Realizing the intelligence behind this lion, you sputter some wordless sounds out loud, but the lion just inclines himself up again, looking down on you. His grin turns into a somewhat amused smirk, and he speaks to you in a low voice. “Oh, you poor thing… Caught by a lion? I can only imagine the fear in your mind right now…” His tone is condescending, almost darkly mocking you. “But you did wander right into my territory; I don’t know what you were expecting…” The lion seems to be taking pleasure in his rather theatrical display, gesturing with one paw while keeping you in place with the other.
You stammer about how you didn’t realize this was his land, to which he rolls his eyes. “Oh, dear me, did I forget to leave a sign for you? ‘Do not enter; lions about’? Would that have been to your liking? Oh, but then I couldn’t have caught you, now could I?” He smirks, coming in close again. “It does make hunting so much easier when my prey comes to me, after all…”
The mention of ‘prey’ makes you shudder firmly, much to the lion’s delight. “I see the pieces are beginning to click for you – After all, you did enter my hunting grounds, didn’t you? Why, then, are you so surprised you were hunted?” His grin grows wider as he shows his sharp leonine teeth to you before he backs a bit again. “Oh, but where are my manners; I haven’t even introduced myself! After all, it’s only fair for my prey to know who they have the honor of feeding…” The lion sits back on your legs and gestures to himself with his paw, tilting his head up proudly. “I am Scar, the rightful King of the Pridelands.” He looks down at you again. “I would say not to forget it, but then again, you won’t be around to forget or remember anything much longer, now will you?”
You gulp as you look up to Scar; he certainly had a flair for theatrics, but at the same time, you could tell he’s a very dangerous character. You take a breath in a vain attempt to steady yourself and ask in a shaky voice if he would reconsider. This gets him to laugh while shaking his head with a grin. “And give up my dinner I’ve already caught? I don’t think so – What would the point of catching you be if I simply allow you to leave? No, I think I’m content keeping you for myself. Besides, you should feel honored! You’re going to serve your king in a way few have! At least, while alive…”
What did this mean, ‘While alive’? Before you can ask, though, Scar rolls his eyes again, reading your expression. “Hmph – It’s apparent you’re not of the greatest intellect.” He explains himself, still gesturing dramatically as he speaks. “Normally, when a lion hunts their prey, they choose to kill them and devour them in messy bites. But you see, I take a more… Refined approach to my meals. If they’re too big, I carve them into manageable bite-sized pieces-” He takes a moment to extend his long, sharp claws, poking you teasingly on the nose with the tip of one “-but for you, I don’t think that will be necessary. Meat is acceptable and all, but I prefer my food a bit more… Lively.” He grins, pressing his paw against your chest, feeling your panicking heartbeat as he chuckles. “Unfortunately for me, most prey of that category are of a meager size. Mice, birds, perhaps a meerkat – Fun, but not substantial. But you, on the other paw…” His grin shifts a little, from purely sadistic to one almost admiring of you, his voice softening to an almost flattering tone. “You are perfect. Big enough to fill me ever so delightfully, yet shaped in a way I don’t need to carve you up first.” He licks his chops, his eyes narrowing just a little. “I can have you, and enjoy you…”
Before you can speak again, Scar leans right up to your face and extends his tongue, dragging the muscle over your skin. The surface of the lion’s tongue is jagged and rough, making you feel like you’re having extremely coarse, wet sandpaper pulled along your face, but after his taste test, Scar grins widely, his eyes narrowed in delight. “Ohh, yes… You will do wonderfully. I can’t recall the last time I caught something so… Enchantingly delectable. Mmm…”
Using his paw, Scar takes hold of your hand and brings it into his mouth, his jaws softly closing at your wrist. That scratchy tongue drags along your palm and between your fingers as his teeth keep you from pulling your hand back; you’re fully aware that if he chose to, he could flex the mandible muscles and sever your limb without any real effort. But the fact he’s taking this care to keep you intact as he enjoys your flavors shows he at least intends to keep his promise. It’s almost amusing as the lion’s eyes close, his tongue squishing against your hand, pressing it sideways into his cheek, then upwards against his hard palate; this fearsome and dangerous predator sucking on your hand like one would a lollipop, and enjoying himself just as much! As he presses your hand into his other cheek and gives the ever-so-gentlest of bites with those dangerous teeth, you can’t help but let out a chuckle – Perhaps it was nerves; perhaps it was the sight of the lion treating you like, well, a treat!
Scar hears your chuckle and opens his eyes, giving you a bemused smile as he lets your now drool-covered hand free. “Someone’s enjoying themselves, aren’t they?” He smirks, chuckling a little. “Almost like you want to be devoured, to contribute to my elegance… Well, I certainly wouldn’t deny a subject so ravishing as yourself what they desire most… You crave to be a part of your king, don’t you? To surrender yourself completely to him, to let him take you fully and have all of you for himself? You desire servicing me in such a deep, thorough manner, to give yourself to where you truly belong…” The lion’s tone is almost hypnotic in how smoothly he speaks to you, his eyes seeming to pierce into your very core…
“Well, what kind of a king would I be if I denied my subject their deepest wish?” Scar grins at you, and for the first time since he caught you, he steps to the side, letting you free. Of course, trying to run would be a futile exercise, as he could simply pounce on you again without a second thought… But did you even want to run? It was hard to deny that the lion’s words seem to worm their way into your mind, filling you with a sense of purpose, or at the very least, accepting of your fate. You sit up and look to Scar, who simply stands by, observing you to see what you will do. You shakily pull yourself to your feet, and after a moment, you take a step closer to the lion, and then another. You’ve made your choice, what little choice there was to make.
Scar’s grin grows as he sees you approach, chuckling to himself; the master manipulator has succeeded once again. “There you go; that wasn’t so bad, was it? You’re a good subject – You know where you belong, and more importantly, who you belong to.” He slowly circles you, inspecting you, as you stand in place. You’re breathing a bit heavily, mostly from fear but admittedly also with a touch of excitement. His tail sways eagerly, the black poof of fur at the end flicking at the grass, and as he steps back in front of you again, he speaks once more. “You are a fine subject, and you will do wonderfully in your new role… But I need you to dress the part first for me. That is to say, you’re still covered.” Scar grins a bit wider. “The king shouldn’t have to prepare his dinner, should he? Why don’t you take care of that little problem for me, so I can tuck you away?”
You blush deeply as you take in what he’s asking of you, but as you meet those piercing eyes, you softly nod, beginning to strip yourself down. You remove your shirt, followed by your shoes and socks, then your bottoms, and at Scar’s insistence, you take off your underwear as well, standing fully nude and exposed before the royal predator.
Scar’s eyes widen with clear interest as he goes for another inspection, this time a bit closer as he sniffs along your body, cheek nuzzling your skin as he gets a feel of you. You feel his long feline whiskers along your thigh, and then his tail brushing against your leg, almost coiling it in a little squeeze, reminding you who you belong to, before he steps in front of you once more. “Positively stunning… You are the most captivating subject I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, and I am humbled to be the one to take you to your new home.” It seems as though the lion can’t help but put on the theatrics, and despite the situation you’re currently in, naked in front of a hungry lion, you can’t help but feel some pride at his words, regardless of whether they were sincere or just meant to flatter you further into submission.
“Sit for me.” Scar orders in that same level tone of voice, and you comply, sitting on top of your discarded clothing. The lion steps in close to your face and opens his mouth wide, giving you a clear view inside. You can see his thick black lips in front of those sharp, dangerous teeth, and the long leonine tongue, the coarse surface especially visible up close. You know that wild lions can lick the meat off of bone, but Scar seems to be true to his word about wanting to keep you whole and alive, at least for now. A bit deeper into his mouth, you see the soft flesh of his cheeks, and above, you can make out the rough ridges of his hard palate and the fleshier soft palate, and in the rear, you see the lion’s tonsils on either side of his gullet, flexing eagerly in anticipation of taking you in. As a feral lion, Scar doesn’t have a uvula; just a dark tunnel of an esophagus visible when he exhales warm and humid air in your face.
Slowly, you reach your hands up, bringing them into the lion’s mouth, placing them on his tongue and giving it a tentative rub, stroking it softly. The edge of Scar’s lips curl upwards in a grin as he lets you explore his mouth, knowing he has you right where he wants you, and that he doesn’t need to do anything more now. Indeed, as you give his tongue a little caress, it wiggles and curls around your wrist, just giving it a possessive squeeze for a moment before letting you resume your exploration. You reach a little deeper inside, taking in the feel of his hard palate, your finger trailing along those ridges, before pressing gently against his cheeks, making them bulge from the outside. Scar chuckles a little, amused by your antics, and you feel the muscles shifting slightly with involuntary twitches. Reaching further back, you give the back of Scar’s tongue a few rubs as well, before you take a deep breath and look into his eyes, giving a gentle nod and telling him you’re ready.
Scar doesn’t hesitate to oblige, his tongue pushing your hands into the grip of his throat before he takes a deep, powerful swallow that tugs your arms forward a few inches. The muscles of the lion’s esophagus are ridiculously strong, far more than you were expecting, and now that he’s started taking you in, he continues at a steady, experienced pace. A few flexes of his gullet get you in up to your elbows, but he pauses here and looks into your eyes – He needs you to lower your head between your arms if you don’t want your face meeting those teeth! You gulp and do so, and he resumes his swallowing, pulling your head clear into his mouth. He takes a moment to drag his tongue along your face once again, scratching the skin a bit as he savors your exquisite flavors some more. His jaws close just a bit, those sharp teeth cradling behind your head, and you shiver firmly, reminded once again that a single bite would render you a head shorter, but thankfully, it seems Scar just wants to taste you some more. You feel the pressure around your head increase as he sucks on you again, an audible “Mmmh…” sounding as he relishes your taste, and his tongue gently rolls your head a bit to either side so he can extract as much flavor from his delightful subject as he can. After a minute or so of this, though, you can hear and feel a rumble from up ahead – It seems Scar’s stomach is growing impatient, and he opens his jaws wide and pushes forward, swallowing your entire head and shoulders into his esophagus in one smooth motion!
The tight embrace of Scar’s gullet is insanely strong; wet muscles grip all around you from every direction, pulling you firmly towards that waiting stomach in waves of peristalsis. You can hear the rumbling sounds of a happy lion enjoying a delectable meal, as well as his strong heartbeat and steady breathing, rounded out by the squishing of slick esophageal flesh compressing around you and working you deeper into the feline’s body one contraction at a time. Despite his stomach’s insistence on being filled as soon as possible, the lion takes his slow time with you, tending to every inch of your skin with his tongue. Your chest gets some lovely licks, and after another gulp, your stomach receives them too! You giggle a bit as your belly is licked, making the lion chuckle and focus some extra attention here, feeling how you squirm in ticklish delight, before he swallows again. Scar does take some time to show your groin and rear some attention before you feel him tilting his head back, lifting you completely from the ground, and letting you slip into his gullet by the force of gravity, only taking shallow swallows to guide you down now. He slurps your legs and then closes his jaws behind your feet, teasing you with a few nibbles to your toes between those destructive teeth, before he decides to make you squirm by licking the soles of your feet! You laugh involuntarily from the ticklish sensations, twitching in the embrace of his esophagus as the powerful muscles keep you from moving too much, but he soon tilts his head to the sky and takes one last deep swallow, sending you down.
You feel a tightness at your hands that soon gives way, and the pushes of the lion’s gullet squeeze you through the esophageal sphincter into the empty stomach beyond. You inhale the stale, humid air as your head emerges inside, and you’re made to curl up snugly as the rest of you spills out, tucked into the fetal position. The sphincter squelches tightly shut once you’ve been deposited into the stomach, and you feel Scar’s belly sagging down from your weight. The lion’s happy sounds continue for a moment, and you hear him let out a contented sigh of appreciation before you feel a pat from his paw against his belly as he speaks to you once more. “Welcome home, my most enjoyable subject. You feel absolutely marvelous in there, where you belong.” Unlike the condescending tone he had when he first caught you, or the flattering, manipulative tone he used to get you here, this time he almost sounded… Genuine, in a way, as though he was trying to maintain that air of superiority but couldn’t help but be grateful for the way you’ve filled him up so nicely.
You chuckle a bit and caress the stomach walls where you feel his paw, making Scar chuckle as well. “It seems you’re embracing your position quite nicely, aren’t you? Such a lovely subject… It almost feels like a waste to let you simply digest away into nothing… Alas, one’s anatomy cannot be quelled…” The lion begins to walk, making your chamber sway lightly with every step he takes. The muscles of the stomach squeeze against you in slow, churning motions, feeling almost like a firm massage in a rocking, fleshy hammock. You feel the digestive fluids entering the stomach, soaking into you and giving you a gentle tingle, though surprisingly, you don’t feel any pain – It’s more akin to the feeling of being sat close to a fire. Even with the knowledge of what was coming, you felt content knowing you at least pleased this predator quite well! The kneading of the stomach continues, working the fluids over every inch of you, and you begin to feel a heaviness in your head, beckoning you to rest in the warm, fleshy chamber, those swaying movements practically rocking you to sleep…
Just before you fade out, though, you hear the voice of Scar, speaking in that sincere tone once more. “It takes a lot to get me to say this, but… Thank you for this, my subject. You truly were the most delightful meal I’ve ever had. Sleep now, and let me take you…”
You close your eyes as the sounds around you fade away, a smile on your face as you drift off inside Scar’s stomach; you certainly never expected your day, or life, would end like this… But despite it, and all things considered, you truly couldn’t be happier.
