Written by Saila-Maija Sutela
All the ORIGINAL charecters in the following story from the movie The Lionking, (Such as "Scar" or "Mufasa"), are © Copyright The Walt Disney Company Nevertheless, all OTHER charecters of this story (Such as "Susan") are © Copyright Saila-Maija Sutela, as this story is too written and copyright me (suprise suprise...). Comments? I hope so! Send them to saila@sutela.net or visit http://www.geocities.com/susa86fi/welcome.htm
It was a Friday night in savanna. The Hyenas got a night club going on around the Elephants' raveyard, called The Skull. Everyone used to go there on the weekend... everybody; The Pridelanders, The Outlanders, the royalties, common animals, lions, meerkats, hyeans, antelopes: everyone. The Skull was a smoggy little place on the corner of the 2nd and the 3rd road in the centrum of Elephants' Gaveyard. Anyway, there was a one lion who was a real audience puller of The Skull, her name was Susan. On this night she arrived dressing in short-sleeved shirt what had been ripped from the front so everyone could see her belly button, a mini-skirt what was tied around her with a huge, old belt and she also had lots of messy make-up, rubber bracelets, old pieces of messy fabric hanging from her blond hair, huge boots, beauty spot and dark eye-liner. She hit the dance floor every Friday-night wearing her own-styled clother like that and danced around wildly singing some old, antiquated disco-tune. Everyone went to see her, Susan was brilliant: She gained attention on the dance floor and unbashfully tried to seduce everyone dancing with her, after that she sometimes just hopped on the stage and grabbed the mikey starting to tell jokes and stories about her times in Pridelands' High School . She was a lovely stand-up comedian and the whole place loved Susan. But there was some-one in that club who had watched her for a long time getting interested about something else than just her ragged but cool clothes, style or jokes... he was Mufasa, the first prince of the royal family of The Pridelands. Mufasa couldn't dance so he never asked Susan to dance with him either, he just staired there, every Friday eating that young, bubblegum-chewing disco-diva with his eyes. But on this particular night Mufasa wanted to ask Susan for something more than just unconscious performance. So after the every-Friday show when the club was finally getting closed, Mufasa followed Susan's way out. He caucht her on a side walk, not far from the club, and grabbed lionesses paw. "Hey you creep! What tha fuck is wrong with ya? " Susan pitched towards Mufasa's face, "Let me go!". "Oh, no I wasn't trying anything like that... I'm sorry if I scared you, I just wanted to ask if you could, uh, help me?" Mufasa muttered. "Oh, surely freaks like ya need help doncha think? So, what do y want, need to go somwhere, new in town...or are you totally lost? " Susan asked chewing her bubblegum. "Actually I was going to ask if you'd like to go to ... my place?" Mufasa asked sheepisly. "Okay. That was an ODD question for a guy I haven't seen ever before... you gotta be some of mah secret admirers, uh? But yeah, sure. I don't have any place to stay so why not,maybe we can get to know each other a lil betta," lioness whispered softly. Mufasa was bit amazed about the answer of this new date of him, but didn't say anything about it. They walked to his car back on the corner and Mufasa started to drive to Pridelands. "So what do you mean, you don't have a home?" Mufasa finally asked. "Why, I don live anywhere... jes kicking back every day and relaxing around tha town, and mah nights Ah usually sleep on coach... of some of mah friends of course, but I don't have any place to call home" Susan explained. "Oh, well that must be sad life..." Mufasa sighed hardly being interested of what Susan told him, he was more interested in just taking the lioness home for a more intimate compersation."Well, yeah, but I get used to it day after day, I try very hard... someday I'll be famous you know," Susan replied. Soon, they were in an old, high-classed residential area as Mufasa parked his car at the big, marble house. "Here we are baby," he said and opened the door for his lady. Mufasa took Susan right in and led her by the hand to the bedroom.
It was ten past four in the morning when Susan suddenly woke up next to her last night conquest. She quickly dressed and looked around Mufasa's house while he was still sleeping. Susan checked out couple of Muffy's dollars what he had on his table, his box of cigs, car keyes and one polaroid-camera as she left. She lighted a cig and went back to bedroom watching when Muffy was still lieing there emotionless and snorling, wraped up in his white satin bedsheet. "Hah! It was fun as long as it lasted eh, Muffy? Ya bastrad" Susan whispered over Mufasa's mane and snapped a photo of him with the camera she had just stolen from his house. Photo slipped out from polaroid-camera next to Mufasa. "Bye bye... I gotta go, have things to do," Susan prompted and was about to walk away when Mufasa suddenly woke up. "Honey, what are you doing.. it's night.. come back to bed," he muttered. Susan startled. "Oh, sorry, gotta go now... " she replied and regret truly that she ever had taken that little snap of Muffy while he was sleeping. Mufasa stood up and Susan saw the photo on the floor. "Where did you got that cig?" He asked. "Oh... I got it from mah pockets. Had one." Susan said. Mufasa began to induce Susan back to bed with him again. As Susan disagreed and was once again walking away Mufasa grabbed him in his powerful arms and hold the lioness tight. "Oh, get off me!" Susan screamed. "C'mon honey... once more; it doesn't hurt anyone," Mufasa shouted. He dragged Susan over the bedroom trying to pull her back to the bed but the lioness was refusing as much as she could. Finally they both hit thru a balcony door. "Ah! Are you fucking mad or somethin!? "Susan cried and kicked Mufasa. "Whore, NO-ONE ever talks to ME like THAT!Don't you little worthless bitch know who I am?" Mufasa cried back and ripped Susan from her blond-coloured hair. Susan screamed and scrathed Mufasa to the eye. He moaned with pain and Susan saw a chanche to kick him off to the balcony. Mufasa fell down to ground and roaring helplessly ending up to his pool what just under the balcony, Mufasa hit his head at one of the pool's sharp nook and Susan stayed up,just stairing. She couldn't said a word and she was in schock... she had killed someone. She ran off the balcony without ever looking back, took her bag with all stolen the stuff what she had, took Mufasa's car and drove away his house.
She was all lost, in a strange town, looking for something... whatever, someone for a help. She drow thru that old, high-classed residential area in the Pridelands' centrum where Mufasa's house was. Every house was at least two floored with at least one fountain and trees cutted in the animal-shape, marble, gold, silver, diamonds... it was place like no other. Susan finally pulled off when she arrived to another night club further the wealthy outskirts where Mufasa's house was. She stepped inside, the DJ was playing old disco-songs - those what she loved, she would enjoy to hear them if the situation would be other, but now she was just looking for help. She caught her eye to a dark, sexy, attractive male sitting there next to counter. She quickly checked her make-up and clothing at the ladies' room and was ready for action. Susan hit the floor like thousand times before, dancing and smiling to everyone... being so sure that everybody were looking at her. She hanged around with other dancers - male and feemales - kissed them and moved around them as she wanted to seduce them. That was her own trick, she once again gained the attention and hopped to stage. She whispered the DJ something and he started to play songs that Susan requested. She danced around, sang, crawled and rolled on the floor and played with michrophone. Makeing all the time sure that one dark male lion on the counter was looking at her, and ONLY her. She quitted her song and got mighty applauses as the audiance called out for more. "Hey, once I AM famous, remember me and buy my records..." She cried to the audience who cried back to her, then she jumped off. "Hi, wanna dance?" she asked from the lion she had kept eye for a while. "Dance?" lion asked having the sound of underrate and suprise in his deep soft voice but Susan had already pulled him to the floor. "So... who are ya?" Susan asked. "Oh, I'm Scar," lion said. "Yeah... well, ah'm Susan. Scar's kinda funny lil' ol' name eh?" Susan smiled. "Sure, I can tell you a bit more if we can take little brake for a change," Scar said as he couldn't dance and wanted to get off. Susan agreed and took Scar back to the counter. "So how did you got that scar,Scar?" Susan laughed funny. "Oh, well, you see my real name is Taka meaning all kinds of things... but upon of all, meaning 'trahs' and I'm not very flattered being called as trash, and then... uhm, one thing scrathed me here on the eye so I got this scar and this name," Scar explained briefly. "Okay. You wanna go to your place?" Susan asked. "I'd tell more about myself." Scar agreed, even he mentioned to Susan that he lived with his brother at the time, Susan said that wasn't a promblem. "My brother and I don't live far from here... actually I think my brother is a jerk, but right now my mom... I mean.. I am currently looking for a new house for myself so I don't have to share one with him anymore, we have had arguements since we were cubs. But anyway, it's not far so we can walk, since my brother needed the car for some reason toninght," Scar explained to his sexy, new disco-bunny. As they walked out of the door Scar suprisingly saw his brother's car parked off the road. Susan just remebered that she had forgot to tell that they didn't have to walk when she had a car she had got from her... ex-boyfriend, just when she was about to open her mouth, Scar wondered aloud how is that his brother's car.. here at the night club. "Hey.. wait a second, you mean THAT car is your brothers?" Susan said as her eyebrows raised. "Yeah, it's his... the old, good, red Cadillac.. as I call it The Lady Luck, Jamie Lee Coitus or the Passion Vagon. Wonder we never saw him at the club, should we go inside and check?" Scar asked. But Susan, who suddenly just staired the nighty street as white and pale as a sheet knew it all better... "Your brother, Mufasa, is a bitch! He fuckin deserved it!" Susan screamed. "What tha hell you're talking about woman?!" Scar asked irritatedly. "Ugh... Scar, I'm feeling a bit sick..." Susan whispered as she started to shake. Tears began to drop all over Susan's face and she collapsed to Scar's arms "I think I killed your brother, man..." she whispered between her screaming red lips, what she hardly could move due the shock and weakness what that ever-lasting, immortal, sexy, seducing, pretty and street-wise lioness hated. And in that moment Scar just held her in his arms and put her on the backseat of their own little Jamie Lee Coitus or what ever they wanted to call their car. "Take the keyes and take ME out of here, Scar, I live in Elephants' Graveyard... the keyes are in mah purse,"Susan whispered from the backseat. Scar took the keyes, started the car and began to drive away from the central. Susan crawled slowly to the frontseat with Scar, feeling herself more stronger now. The freshing wind came by the car as Scar drov faster down the road. It was very beautiful night, millions of stars where shining in the sky to them and their own Lady Luck. "Are you mad at me now... it was an accident...I didn't meant him to die" Susan whispered and began to snivel... but not that she would be sorry, only for that she'd get Scar to pet her a bit more.. "No. You made me a favor actually... a such a big favour, Susan. My little disco queen...," Scar smiled and petted Susan's messy blond hair. "Yes, you're such a queen..." Scar repeated smiling tenderly, as he finally felt in his mostly evil heart that there was something in this mysterious messy lady, that his tormented soul had been looking for years, revenge, passion, beauty, such an amount of innocence while she just had done a crime of the century to The Pridelands and a favor to Scar himself. "Oh, honey, that's kinda romantic babbling is SOooo boring it's gonna bore tha crap outta me," Susan giggled. "Let's hear some music dude," she blurted out and turned the radio on. She started move her curvy body along with the music as Scar just kept driving. Then they finally kissed. "Hey, do you think I could ever be a star.. you know, like a dancer or singer or actress or sumettin'?" Susan asked, "I mean... I'd like to be on tabloid someday, you know... like big starts have ALWAYS big scandals...so do you think there could be any star quality in me?" Susan continued. "Oh, you've no idea..." Scar said slyly, and kissed his little disco queen again. Those two lions felt like they would be in that car forever, and in the other universe too... just two of them.