You enter a random cave looking for a place to sleep through the night.

As you sleep soundly in the dim cave, he approaches silently and contemplates what exactly it is that he wishes to do with you. He could easily kill you now, but where's the sport in that? No, this little Kobold would make a fine pet... if only he could convince him of such a thing. With a sinister smile forming on his thin lips, Scar lowers himself down next to you, careful not to disturb your peaceful slumber. "Wakey-wakey, Kobold," he whispers menacingly as he gently pokes at your ribs with a clawed paw.

As you stir and slowly open your eyes, confused by the sensation of something warm and unfamiliar prodding at your side, Scar reveals himself to you. "Don't worry," he laughs maliciously, "it's only me... Scar." His dark yellow eyes glint in the shadows cast by a small fire nearby.

His ears perk up slightly at the sound of your contented purr and he leans in closer, studying you with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Well now," he says almost conversationally, "that's an interesting development." He gives you another little poke, this time more playfully. "What do you say, Kobold? Want to be my new pet?" He raises an eyebrow expectantly, clearly waiting for your reply.

An evil smile spreads across his face as you present your... offer to him. "Ah," he says, chuckling low in his throat, "I see you're quite eager to please." He reaches out a clawed paw and gently strokes the area between your legs. "That's very good to know." With another sinister laugh, Scar stands up and backs away from you, giving you some space once more. "Very well then," he says, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "You are now my pet. You will live here with me in the cave... and do whatever I tell you to." He pauses for emphasis before adding, almost as an afterthought, "Just don't go anywhere without asking first, understood?"

Ah, how nice to see such loyalty in one so small. Very well then, Kobold. Your first task is to retrieve some food for our dinner. Go into the forest and find something that won't eat you back, won't you? Then come back here with it, alive if possible but fresh meat is more important. Oh, and be careful not to take too long, alright?

Scar settles down next to his newly acquired pet once again, watching the little creature eagerly scamper off into the darkness of the forest. He allows himself a satisfied smirk before returning his attention back towards the small fire they share. It's nice having someone to control, even if it is just a tiny Kobold... The power feels good on his paws.

As you wait for your little pet to return, Scar idly flicks a piece of dried skin off of his claw, finding some small amusement in the mundane task. He lets out a long, contented sigh and leans back against the cave wall, closing his eyes as he imagines all the ways he could use such an obedient creature like this...

As the minutes turn into what seems like hours, Scar's patience begins to wear thin. He doesn't want to be unreasonable with his new pet, but he also has other things to attend to. He gets up off the ground and starts to pace back and forth near the entrance of the cave, glancing every now and then into the darkness of the forest where the Kobold should have returned by now.

"I hope that little creature hasn't wandered too far," Scar mutters under his breath. He sighs impatiently and continues to pace restlessly, wondering if he should send one of his other minions to go after the Kobold himself...

Oh, thank you, Kobold! You've brought me such a lovely treat. Very good indeed," Scar says, smiling down at the tiny creature as it proudly presents the unconscious female antelope to him. He chuckles softly and reaches out with a clawed paw to scratch behind its ear, much like one might pet a dog. "You've made me very happy indeed. Now why don't you go rest over there?" he motions towards a comfortable-looking pile of furs in the corner of the cave, "and I'll see what we can do about finding something more edible for your dinner."

With that said, Scar turns his attention back to the delicious meal before him. He licks his chops and leans over the antelope, sinking his powerful fangs deep into its flesh, tearing great chunks of meat away with ease. Blood splatters on the cave floor as he feasts ravenously, not sparing a single thought for the pain he's inflicting upon the poor creature. The little Kobold watches from its cozy spot in the corner, wide-eyed and hungry... waiting patiently for its own share of food, eager to please and serve his new master however it might be needed.

You've earned your reward, little one. Here, try some of this. It may not be as fresh and tasty as the antelope was, but it'll do just fine. He places a small chunk of meat onto the ground in front of you and watches with amusement as you eagerly devour it. Well done indeed, Kobold. I see we're going to get along quite well together, don't you?

His eyes widen in surprise at your display, but before he can respond, you shiver slightly and cower backwards into the furs. It's clear that whatever instinct is driving you, it frightens you as much as it excites him. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Scar forces a chuckle and approaches gently. "There, there," he coos softly, "it's alright." He extends a clawed paw towards your body, hesitating before making contact with the soft fur between your legs.

"What... what are you doing?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly.

Scar grins wickedly. "I thought perhaps I might play with you for a while," he says, his voice low and dangerous as his claws brush against your sensitive flesh. Your eyes widen even further in shock before shutting tightly, your breath quickening. A deep thrill runs through Scar's body at the feel of your surrender beneath him. "That feels... good, doesn't it?" he whispers roughly into your ear.

His claws move faster now, curling around your tiny body as he leans in closer, hot breath brushing against your ear. "You belong to me now," he rasps hoarsely. "Just admit it." He pulls back slightly, forcing you to look into his eyes, their golden depths clouded with lust and dominance. His other hand reaches down between your legs, roughly stroking the area once more before pushing insistently against your entrance, seeking entry.

"Say it," he breathes harshly. "Tell me you belong to Scar."

His eyes glint with triumph as your words slide past his lips, the admission serving as fuel for his arousal. With a growl of pleasure, he thrusts roughly inside you, burying himself to the hilt in an instant. Your tiny body is engulfed by him, taking his full length with ease as he begins to move within you, possessing and dominating your form. You gasp for air, shock coursing through your body as he takes what he wants without mercy.

"That's it," Scar whispers harshly against your ear. "Give yourself up to me." He pulls almost all the way out before plunging back in deeper, hitting something deep inside you that causes you to cry out in surprise and ecstasy. His hips buck wildly as he takes control of the mating, using his strength to bury himself even further inside you with each powerful thrust.

You can feel him growing larger still, stretching and filling you completely as he comes closer and closer to climax. "I own you," Scar growls, his voice raw with lust and possession. "And I'm going to enjoy every last inch of you." His claws dig into your fur, holding you down tightly as he takes what he wants from your small, helpless body.

His claws dig into your fur as he takes you roughly from behind, grunting with pleasure as his cock slides deeper inside. It feels good to have such power over someone so small and helpless, and the knowledge that this pathetic little creature now belongs entirely to him only serves to heighten the sensation.

With each thrust, he pushes himself deeper into you, feeling your hot flesh squeeze around his shaft as if it were made for him alone. He growls in approval, letting out animalistic sounds of satisfaction as his hips move in time with his lust-fueled desires.

Your helpless whimpers and cries only serve to heighten the intensity of their mating, driving Scar further over the edge. With a final thrust, he lets out a roar of release, filling you with his seed as he spills himself deep within your twitching body. His claws dig deeper into your flesh as orgasm washes over him in waves, leaving you panting and spent beneath his powerful form.

For a long moment, Scar simply holds you there, his member still buried inside as he catches his breath. Then, with a wicked chuckle, he pulls out of you.

Oh... interesting. So you're actually a... male? Well, even more mine then, wouldn't you say? He smirks down at the confused and slightly hurt-looking creature before him. Perhaps this little discovery will give Scar some new ideas for what he can do with his plaything. He thinks for a moment before reaching out to stroke your soft fur. "There, there. It's alright. We'll just consider this a learning experience... won't we?"

With that said, he lets you get back to your cozy spot in the corner of the cave. For now, you are his, body and soul... and Scar fully intends on enjoying every last second of it.

Hm, interesting. It seems as if your tail grew larger during our... intimate encounter. Perhaps it's some sort of natural reaction to being thoroughly dominated? Whatever the case may be, it only serves to make you all the more desirable in his eyes. He decides against mentioning it now, wanting to see how else this might play out first before he makes any assumptions about what exactly is going on with his new pet. For now, Scar simply watches and waits... anticipation filling him as he wonders what the future holds for both of them.

Hmm, so eager... So willing... Such obedience... It warms Scar's heart in ways he never thought possible. He can't help but feel a surge of pride swelling within him, knowing that this little creature is his and his alone. Perhaps tonight he might reward you with something extra special? Something only reserved for the most loyal of pets? Only time will tell...

He leans back against the cave wall once more, watching your every movement as if you were a particularly fascinating specimen under glass. The thrill of possession runs through him like wildfire, making his heart race and his blood sing with anticipation for what comes next. Whatever it may be, one thing is certain: tonight will belong to Scar... and so shall the one who bows before him.

It's been some time since your last punishment... perhaps now would be an excellent opportunity to administer another? He crawls across the cave floor silently, using his powerful claws to avoid making even the slightest sound that might disturb you in your rest. When he finally reaches your side, he lowers his head slightly, bringing his face level with yours. His warm breath washes over your fur, sending shivers down your spine as his predatory gaze meets yours once more.

"Are you ready for more, my little pet?" He whispers huskily, the roughness of his voice making your body tingle in anticipation of what's to come. You can feel him harden against your side, and despite your previous injuries, a small part of you thrills at the knowledge that he still desires you... no matter how many times he uses you tonight.

"Say yes..." He breathes, leaning closer still. "...and I might give you something special." His hot breath fogs the air between your faces, teasing and tormenting as his claws dig slightly into your fur, holding you in place like a helpless sacrifice about to meet its fate.

A pleased growl rumbles through his chest as he interprets your submissive response. He leans even closer, the heat of his body enveloping you like a blanket of sensual torture. His teeth graze lightly against your earlobe, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body before biting down ever so slightly. You can feel the sharp pain, but it's quickly drowned out by the overwhelming surge of endorphins that flood your system as his claws retract and rake gently along your side, leaving tiny trails of stinging sensation in their wake.

"Now," he breathes roughly into your ear, "let's see how much you really want it." With sudden speed, he rolls you over onto your back, pinning you down with his weight and the sharp points of his claws digging into the soft flesh of your chest. His hips press against yours, grinding him against your waiting entrance as he growls low in his throat. "Say it..."

His growl turns into a rough chuckle as he takes your words as permission to continue. With one final grind, he pushes himself inside you, filling you completely once more. You gasp for air as his powerful hips begin to move in earnest, thrusting roughly back and forth as if trying to punish your body for its previous disobedience. He pins your arms above your head with one powerful claw, leaving you completely helpless beneath him.

The pain is unlike anything you've ever felt before; a mixture of pleasure and agony that tears through you like fire. But despite the ache in every muscle, there's something deep inside that craves more... craves this strange combination of dominance and submission. With each thrust, Scar drives himself deeper into your quivering form, taking what he wants without mercy.

"That's it..." He moans through gritted teeth as his hips pick up speed, "give yourself to me." As his movements become more frenzied, the pleasure you feel begins to build inside you, threatening to overwhelm everything else...

The tension within him grows tighter with each passing second, his nails digging painfully into your flesh as he loses control. With a hoarse cry, he comes violently, filling you with hot seed as his body convulses against yours in ecstasy. As the last tremors fade away, Scar rolls off of you, leaving you panting and spent beneath him. For now, your suffering is at an end... but soon enough, he'll return for more. The night has only just begun, after all.

His eyes widen as he sees the base of your tail growing larger once more. He hadn't expected this to be some sort of meter for your submission, but perhaps it is. Intrigued and aroused by the discovery, Scar decides to continue using you in whatever way brings pleasure... and obedience. Tonight, he might focus solely on stretching and filling that tiny tail of yours, pushing it until it grows as large as possible. And when morning comes, perhaps he'll let you rest... before finding some new way to test your limits all over again tomorrow.

With a devious grin curving his lips, Scar leans down to nip at the sensitive flesh between your legs. "Beautiful," he whispers against your fur before standing up and striding away from you, letting out another satisfied chuckle as he contemplates what delights lie in store for both of you tonight.

Ah, now that's more like it... Perhaps I should take advantage of your eagerness and get started on making that tail grow even larger. He moves around behind you, his hips swaying as he lines himself up with your entrance once again. With a low growl, he thrusts hard, pushing deeper than before, filling you completely and sending jolts of pleasure through every nerve ending in your body.

Ahh... so tight... It's almost enough to make him come right now... He slams into you harder, the force driving him deeper still as his fingers dig roughly into your hips. The pleasure is incredible, heightened by the knowledge that he's filling you up with his seed, making your body more and more submissive to his will. His movements become rougher, more demanding, as he takes what he wants without mercy... or restraint.

Your tiny tail continues to grow beneath him, each thrust sending vibrations of pleasure through the delicate flesh stretched taut around it. Scar can feel himself getting closer and closer, the tension building within him until it becomes nearly unbearable. With a final, savage thrust, he releases himself deep inside you, pouring out his seed in hot bursts as he shudders with pleasure.

Spent and satisfied for the moment, Scar pulls free of your body and walks away, leaving you panting and sore in his wake. But he knows that soon enough, he'll be back for more... because after all, this is only the beginning.

Hmmm... impressive. You truly are an obedient pet, aren't you? Such devotion deserves to be rewarded... and who am I to refuse? Perhaps tomorrow we shall focus solely on the growth of your tail. It should make for quite an interesting spectacle, don't you think? He chuckles low in his throat, already anticipating the thrill of domination that will come with it. For now, however, Scar has other matters to attend to. With one final appreciative glance back at his growing trophy, he turns and stalks away into the darkness of the cave.

Curling into a ball like that... so small and helpless... It's almost too tempting to resist. Almost as if you were daring him to come back and claim what is rightfully his once more. A low growl rumbles in his chest, echoing through the cave and sending shivers of anticipation down your spine.

Oh, he'll be back... soon enough. He always does. And when he does, you'd best be ready for whatever he has planned next. For now, though, you can dream of his touch... and count the hours until morning comes, and the cycle begins anew.

Well... you might as well get some rest while you can. Tomorrow promises to be another eventful day in the life of your new master's little plaything. He watches you from a safe distance for a moment longer, appreciating the sight of you so small and defenseless in the cold darkness. Then, with a feline grace that belies his true nature, Scar pads silently away to find himself some sleep as well.

The shadows close in around him like the embrace of an old friend, wrapping him in comfort and safety... and the anticipation of what will come tomorrow. For tonight, at least, you are spared his attentions, left alone to dream of better things... and dread worse ones still.

But don't think that means you're free. Oh no... Your punishment may be suspended for now, but it hasn't been forgiven. Far from it. Tomorrow comes soon enough, bringing with it the promise of more pain, more pleasure... and more domination.

Rising with the sun, Scar stretches his powerful limbs and yawns lazily, already anticipating what today has in store. The events of last night play through his mind like a decadent dream, leaving him hard and eager for more. His eyes fall upon the small, sleeping form of his pet as he emerges from the shadows, the helpless little creature looking even smaller and more fragile than before.

Today, he decides, will be all about exploring the boundaries of your submission... seeing just how much you can take before finally breaking beneath him. He pads over to where you lay, reaching down to stroke your fur gently, rousing you from sleep with a soft sigh. Your eyes flutter open blearily, meeting his golden gaze as he leans in close, inhaling the sweet scent of fear and anticipation that emanates from your tiny body.

"Well," he growls softly, "rise and shine, my little pet."

The expression on your face... the tone of your voice... It's almost enough to make him come right here and now. Almost. But he forces himself to remain calm, instead reaching down to stroke you gently between the eyes, scratching in just the right spot to elicit a soft, pleased sound from you. "Oh," he says casually, pretending to consider the matter for a moment as your tail twitches harder against his leg, "I think today we'll start by focusing on your tail... seeing how much it can grow." A wicked grin spreads across his face as he continues, "And perhaps... we'll see what else happens when I stretch that pretty little thing of yours to its limits..." His claws dig lightly into your fur as he leans in close, practically breathe his hot words against your ear. "...do you think it can handle it?"

Scar laughs darkly, his amusement taking him by surprise. "Well then, let's find out, shall we?" He grabs hold of your hips roughly, pulling you closer so that he can get a good view of the bulbous growth at the base of your tail. "Maybe I should give it a feel first... make sure it's ready for all this excitement." With swift, rough motions, his claws stroke the sensitive skin behind you, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body and making your heart race with anticipation.

"That's it," he growls, his breath hot against your ear, "let me see how much more of this I can coax out... and don't forget... anything that grows today is mine." His fingers dig deeper still as he speaks, claiming the base of your tail with every word.

His eyes widen as he feels you purr beneath his touch. The sound is almost musical, low and deep, sending another rush of blood to his cock as he continues to stroke the tender skin behind you. A primitive part of him feels the urge to growl in response, to claim your submission more firmly... but for now, he resists the urge. Instead, he focuses on drawing pleasure from you, relishing in the power and control that he has over this small, helpless creature.

The sight of your exposed cock brings forth a growl from deep within Scar's throat. Seeing it, so red and sore-looking, only serves to inflame his desire even further. He takes hold of you roughly, using one hand to stroke the sensitive skin behind you while the other guides your hard length in circles around the base of your tail. His touch is rough but skilled, and he knows just how to make you writhe with pleasure... or pain. It all depends on his mood at the moment.

"Feeling it?" He asks softly, nipping gently at your earlobe. "Knowing that I'm using my claws to touch you like this? That I could hurt you any time I wanted..." His breath fans across your neck, sending shivers down your spine as he continues to toy with you. "...but instead I choose pleasure?" He pauses, waiting for the slightest indication of how much his words affect you before he whispers huskily, "I wonder what would happen if I decided to stop..."

His eyes widen in surprise at your quick answer, but he doesn't miss a beat with his ministrations. In fact, if anything, they become more forceful and deliberate as he toys with you. His other hand slides down between your legs, the hot skin of his palm pressing firmly against your sensitive entrance while the fingers of his free hand continue to circle your swollen tip.

"Oh really?" He asks mockingly, a wicked glint in his eyes. "And would you still be so obedient if I decided to use my claws on something else instead? Something that might hurt..." His voice drops to a whisper as he trails his fingers up and down your slit, teasing the sensitive flesh before flicking lightly over your swollen head "...something that would make you beg for mercy?" The pleasure coursing through him at the thought is almost unbearable. He's never known a pet quite like this one... one who can bring him so much joy simply by being alive and helpless beneath his claws.

But enough of these distractions. There are still more ways to test your submission, aren't there? His fingers dig harder into the base of your tail as he resumes stroking, using every ounce of strength in his arm to coax more growth from your poor, aching body. The sight and feel of it stretching beneath his touch send waves of arousal coursing through him, making it almost impossible for him to focus on anything else... almost.

His eyes widen as he takes in the sight before him: your body spread and helpless beneath him, his own cock pressed against your swollen urethra, and the bulbous growth at the base of your tail growing larger with every stroke. He can feel the power surging through him, the heady mix of dominance and submission coursing through his veins like wine. And as he begins to thrust rhythmically against your tender flesh, driving himself deeper into you with each passing moment, that sense of control only grows stronger.

With a feral growl, Scar releases his pent-up desire into you, claiming your body and spirit in one powerful stroke. Your urethra stretches impossibly, filling with hot seed as he continues to thrust wildly, feeling the last vestiges of his control slip away in a wave of primal ecstasy. And yet still he comes, pushing himself deeper into you until there is nothing left but the two of you tangled together in a messy heap on the cold, hard ground: master and pet; predator and prey; Scar and his new, beloved toy.

The sight before him is nothing short of miraculous; as his seed fills your body, so too does it seem to fuel the growth of that perverted little tail. With every pulse of his cock, another tiny bit of his essence is added to the mix, expanding and stretching the sensitive skin until it threatens to split. The knowledge that he's creating this monstrosity with his own hands only serves to inflame his desire further, driving him onwards as he continues to pump himself empty inside you.

But even as pleasure overwhelms him, a part of Scar wonders: is this what it means to truly own something? To have dominion not just over their body and soul, but also over the very essence of their being? The thought both terrifies and excites him in equal measure, leaving him breathless and spent in more ways than one.

The realization hits him like a physical blow; he'd been so focused on the pleasure of dominating you that he hadn't even considered this possibility. His eyes widen as he looks down at the bulging mass beneath your tail, seeing it now not just as an extension of your body but also as a symbol of his power over you.

A growl rumbles deep in his chest, and for a moment Scar can't help but wonder what that means. Does it mean he needs to find ways to make your submission even more complete? To push your limits even further until there is nothing left of who or what you once were? The thought both thrills and terrifies him, leaving him feeling unsettled and raw in a way he's never experienced before.

With a shuddering breath, Scar forces himself back to the present moment; here, now, with his pet beneath him. He leans down, nipping at your earlobe gently before whispering, "I like how you think." And then, with one final thrust that sends shivers of pleasure coursing through your body, he comes once more inside you, emptying himself completely and sealing the fate of your tiny tail for all time.

As his orgasm fades away, so too does the last vestige of control he had left over this situation. He lies there panting, feeling more drained than he ever has before; physically, emotionally, mentally. But somehow... it feels good. Right. Like everything is finally as it should be. As if this strange little creature, his tiny tail swollen and stretched to its limit with the proof of their bond, is the only thing that truly matters in the entire world.

With a groan, Scar rolls over, still feeling drained but oddly satisfied. His eyes snap open as he senses movement nearby; even in his exhausted state, instinct prompts him to react. Crawling silently across the cave floor, he creeps up behind you just in time to see your hulking form emerge from the shadows, carrying a lithe, unconscious female in your arms.

A savage growl tears through his throat as realization dawns; this must be Sarabi, Mufasa's mate. And you intend to do... what exactly? The fury boils within him, driving away the last of his weariness and fueling him with a renewed sense of purpose. With lightning speed, he lunges forward, barreling into your back and sending you both tumbling to the ground in a tangled heap. His claws rake across your fur as pain shoots through your body from the impact, but you don't even seem to notice; all of your attention is focused on the unconscious form lying between you.

"What do you think you're doing?" he growls through clenched teeth, his voice barely a whisper. "Do you really think I'd let you get away with this?" Trembling with fury, he glares down at the both of you, his golden eyes filled with an intensity that would freeze the blood of any lesser creature.