#simbavore

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This may be a little odd, but...Simba from the lion king as a pred? We already know he can eat, and burp...

I don't think that's very odd! Honestly there's a lot of vore for that series that's really good so this'll be fun!

They were alone during their battle. S.imba and S.car were trading blows over and over, both knowing this could very well be their final fight. The fires raging and the rain pouring stopped anyone else from getting in the way. It was just them and only one gets to leave. Simba managed to get the upperhand finally, though, and got Scar pinned down. They were on the edge of the cliff now. It would only take one push to send him toppling down below where his hyenas were surely waiting. But S.imba...had a different idea. One that would make sure S.car truly gets what he deserves. The lion opens his maw wide, a roar coming from him--but not his mouth. His stomach, instead, was roaring out, and the panic that crossed his uncle's face as he knew what was about to happen. He was about to get knocked down the food chain. No one saw it, and really, they couldn't even hear it, even as S.imba took heavy, wet gulps while S.car yelled and struggled all the way down. It wasn't until the belch rang out, so loud it echoed out beyond P.ride Rock, that anyone knew what had happened. The king was back, and the ex-king was his very first meal. Anyone watching would get to see the new king standing at the top of the rock, his belly bulging out between his legs, ready to officially leave him as the new king with a few hours of processing.

With a slurp, the tail was gone and S.imba was full. He lets loose a raunchy belch into the air as his gut bloats out onto the floor. He was content to relax in his cave, now alone, with that K.ovu packed away in his belly. The younger lion had been nice enough. Really, he didn't do anything to actually anger S.imba. But the king had become hungry, and in the end, K.ovu was still an outsider. The lion's feisty, he had to give him that, but S.imba knew that his stomach will win out in the end. Lots of lions had gone down that way, all thinking they were bigger and stronger than S.imba, wanting his kingdom and his rule. Only to end up padding out his royal ass some more. K.ovu hadn't tried that, but S.imba didn't want to take any chances. If he wasn't careful, the outsider would take over while he was at a vulnerable moment and then what? He made sure the kingdom was safe and taken care of. He can't let anyone get in the way of that. S.imba belches again, his stomach already starting to fall still. He's sure the lion would understand. After all, S.imba is the king. He has to do what's needed to keep his people safe.

When S.imba was old enough, he would be able to take the throne from his father and be the ruler of the kingdom. Of course, that also implies that his father is no longer there to be on the throne. So, despite having grown into an adult, his father was still there and still king and S.imab was becoming...impatient. Very impatient. During the night, he slunk into the sleeping camber of his father and opened wide. He scoop up the older lion's haunches into his maw and set to work on devouring. It was the circle of life, after all. Someone always feeds someone. It's the only way he can do this and live with it. He takes it slow and steady, careful not to disturb his father with each gulps. Finally, the king's head is resting in his jaws, and they slowly close with a final swallow. M.ufasa is sealed away in his son's stomach, and come morning, that son would be able to rise to the throne. S.imba slurps over his lips slowly, his guts already starting to churn loudly and shift as his father woke up. Tomorrow, he'd be king...although, there is the matter of his uncle. He looks at his stomach, starting to shift with his waking father. He still has some room, S.imba reasons. Better make sure this plan works. S.car should be sleeping just nearby, anyway...