Simba x Nala In College

Paralyzed and The Devil Got His Lick Back

(Hey, y'all! I'm rewriting Paralyzed and The Devil Got His Lick Back, seeing that it didn't sound right in my head. Enjoy>3)

Beginning Of The Devil Got His Lick Back

I covered my mouth, trying to hold back my shock and tears.

"Mufasa?" I asked. He nodded, and I fell on my knees, sobbing.

He walked over to me, patting my back. 

I buried my head into his shoulder, crying hysterically. 

He comforted me, and after a while, I stopped crying.

"Why are you here?" I asked softly. 

Before he could answer, Simba walked in. 

He stood there in shock as he saw his father, in real life.

"F-Father?" he sobbed.

I extended my arms so he could hug me. 

He ran over to me, and squeezed me so tight.

I rested my head onto his, comforting him. 

I let a tear fall onto his crimson mane as he was whimpering. 

He cried into my blouse for a while. 

Mufasa cleared his throat to keep from crying.

"I came to congratulate you guys. I'm proud of you, even though, you aren't married. Can't wait to be a grandpa." he said.

I nodded, and embraced Simba even tighter. 

He stopped crying after a while, and asked Mufasa something. 

"Did you come to see me? Or Mom?" he asked.

"I can't really see your mother. She's...busy doing something else." he sighed. 

"Yeah. Scar." I said.

Mufasa joined our embrace when I started to cry. 

"What's wrong, Nala?" he asked.

I felt those pains coming back, and my vision became a little fuzzy. 

Scar came in to check on me, when he saw Mufasa.

"Hello, Muffy." he snarled. 

Mufasa smirked, and that made Scar livid.

He took a deep breath, and told everyone to leave.

Mufasa kinda didn't have a choice, so he evaporated into the air. 

Simba walked out of the bathroom, and out of the room.

I immediately became scared as Scar came closer to me.

He walked towards the door, closing it. 

He turned back towards me with a lustful look well-present in his eyes.

I heard the lock click, and I flinched a little. He came closer to me, and I backed up. He pinned me to the wall, and leaned in on my ear.

"You're not taking my daughter..." he smirked. "After what you did, I'll make sure I'll take her." I responded.

Before I could react, he punched me in the ribs, and tore my clothes off my body.

He threw me to the floor, pinning me down.

He pulled his pants down, and pinned my hands behind my back.

I struggled to get free, but after a while, he kept abusing me, so I stopped.