Subject: Truth or Dare. >;} Date: Thu, 01 Oct 1998 23:03:40 -0500 From: Rindimo Reply-To: TLK-L@lionking.org Organization: L.O.S.T.--C.A.U.S.E. To: TLK Mailing List DISCLAIMER: Heh. I just thought I'd stick that word in here... no reason. ;) It's not like "Truth or Dare" is normally thought to deal with immature, illegal, and downright nasty things... Heaven forbid! ;) Besides, you all are always being warned about stuff. Take your shoes off, and relax... I even cesored all the swear words! So go ahead-- read the pretty words. Never mind if you're too young to be reading this. >;) Truth Or Dare By: The daring Rindimo "SAAAARRRRAAAAAAABIIIIIII!!!!" Scar's voice echoed across the plains in an irritated, and dreadful mood. Slithely, she walks over to him to answer his charge. "Yes, Scar?" "Where is your hunting party? They're NOT doing their job!!" "Scar, there is no food. The herds have moved on. We have but one choice-- we MUST leave Pride Rock!" "NO! We're not going ANYWHERE!!" "Then you have sentenced us to DEATH!!" "Then so be it!" "YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" "I am the king! I can do WHATEVER I WANT! NYAH-NYAAAAH!" "If you were half the king Mufasa was--" "I AM TEN TIMES THE KING MUFASA WAS!!" Scar clubbed Sarabi with one of his massive paws-- claws extended-- and sent her into a low altitude orbit. As she skidded and bounced about the boulders and outcroppings that litterred the Pride Rock area, a bolt of lightening exploded across the sky-- illuminating the heavens with a figure that interrupted the daily activity. Simba had returned! With fear, Scar cowerred as Simba's growl rumbled towards his ears. He advanced to his uncle with judgement written all across his piercing eyes. Scar awaited for him to speak, as he angrilly heaved into his lungs a scalding breath of air. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you apart!" Simba rasped between his teeth. "Now Simba... The pressures of ruling a kingdom--" "--Are no longer yours. Step Down, Scar!!" "Well, I would, naturally... but there are certain rules we have to follow." "Huh?" "Yes! To become king, you must challenge the present king to a challenging game of--" "No! Not that!" All the lionesses screamed at once. "That's why the hyenas laugh, and bite at me like that!" Sarabi shouted. "That's how I got into that stupid relationship that got me Nala!" Shouted Sarafina. "That's how I became a female!" Another lioness shouted in the back of the crowd. Everyone turned around to see who said it. "Just kidding, you guys!" Bobby nervously laughed. "Hmmph! What could be so bad about a GAME?" Simba inquired. What kind of game is it, Scar?" "TRUTH OR DARE." Scar smiled evilly. Simba laughed. "That's the game?? HA! What's so harmful about that?" "Nothing at all," Scar evilly grinned. "Shall we begin?" "Sure," Simba answerred-- much to the pride's horror. "Here's the rules: The king (that's me) gets to go first. I'll ask the question, 'Truth or dare?' You choose your poison, and I'll either decide a question, or a dare depending on what you choose. First one to back down is a loser!" "That's all? Are you sure this is how it was done for generations?" "CERTAINLY! Where have you been all this time? In a jungle, or something??" "Um... Uh, Okay, Let's go." "Truth or dare!?" Scar bellowed in an sadisticaly joyous tone. "Hrm..." Simba thought aloud, "I think I'll try 'truth' first." Scar thought a while on what to ask Simba. It had to be something dark.... Something un-admitable in public... Fortuneately, he is all too good at this game. "Are you responsible for Mufasa's DEATH?" Simba cringed at the question. SO THIS is what the lionesses were warning him about. Simba looked at their faces-- obviously, they could tell by the way he acted, he had a dark secret. But then he looked away, to the pridelands, and saw the ruin Scar has wreaked on them. He also felt a nice welt on his head too... "Yes, I am." Scar's smile fell. "My turn!" Simba pushed on before the lionesses could ask any questions. "Truth or dare?" "Hrm.... Truth." Simba thought a while.... Longer.... A little longer.... This has to be a GOOD one, by golly!! "All right... What is the sound of one paw clapping?" "WHAT!? No no no no, Simba! We're not dealing with PHILOSOPHY here! It has to be a personal question!" "...So you're backing down, huh?" "Me!? WHAT?!? Fine, if THAT'S the way you want to play-- then so be it!" Scar walked up to Simba benignly, and looked him in the eyes. "You want the sound of one paw clapping? You got it, Nephew!" SLAP! Scar gave a strong cuff to Simba's jaw, and walked back to his respective position prior to the incident. Before Simba could react accordingly, Scar took his turn. "Truth or dare!?" Simba thought it a while. Since killing his father was the only real dark secret, what other stupid question could Scar ask? "TRUTH!" Scar gave a toothy grin. "Did you ever do 'IT' before? Like premarital? I noticed Nala was gone for a few days before you came... Hubba hubba, eh?" Simba gritted his teeth. "Yes," he casually whisperred. "What? I couldn't HEEEEAAAR YOU! Speak up for the whole pride to hear, Simba, or it doesn't count!" "FINE! I #^~%ed Nala's brains out!!! YOU HAPPY!!??" "Sorta..." Scar grinned, "Was it any good?" Sarabi fainted. Nala blushed, and claimed she forgot to turn off the oven before she left. Sarafina gave a sly giggle. Half of the other lionesses ran after Nala for juicy gossip, the rest waited to hear what else was going to be revealed through Simba. "I'm not telling you anymore!" Simba counterred. "Very well... I know what my next question is going to be!" Scar laughed. "Truth or Dare!" Roared Simba! "How about a change of pace, eh? I choose 'dare'!" Scar was enjoying the tortured soul in front of him, and was always sport for these things. "Hug Rafiki, and kiss him, and tell him just how much you love him!!!" Scar nearly writhed in agony. Simba is playing hardball. Rafiki nearly threw up. Everyone else at least wrinkled their nose, and giggled. "ECCCCCCCK! Why'd jyou have to breeng me eento dis??!!??" Rafiki whacked Simba on the head again. "What dee hell ees wrong wit jyou!!??" "Sorry, monkey lips. I learned not to just let old wrinkly primates keep bonking me on the head." Simba cackled as he eyed Scar. "Ye Gods!" Scar choked back the nausea. "UGGGGH! let's get this over with!" The two both addled over to eachother, and eyed one another with a grain of uncertainty. "Well... if hugging YOU helps me keep the throne, then so be it." Scar carefully embraced the old baboon-- shudderring in disgust. "GEEZ! WHat's that smell?? Haven't you heard of deodorant, you dirty ape??" "Well..." Rafiki thought aloud, "Eef dees helps Simba reclaim dee throne, den so be eet." Promptly, the old shamaan puckerred up, and much to Scar's horror, planted a nice, juicy kiss on Scar's lips. "AAAAAAAAACK! PTUH! PTUI!! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU ALLL!!!" Scar ear-piercingly screamed, and ran away from Rafiki-- who was also spitting profusely, and cursing. Unfortuneately for Scar, he didn't see where he was going-- what with his dry heaves and all-- and promptly fell off of Pride Rock's promontory to his doom. Simba was now the new king. "Talk about the kiss of death!!!" a lioness laughed. She was promptly conked on the head. The hyenas angrilly ran up to Simba. "D@mn you, lion! This place used to be a family oriented place! And now you have this sort of crap going on-- WE'RE OUT OF HERE! ...Immoral filthy pigs!!" "Your mom has fleas!" Simba shouted back. As Rafiki made his point that Simba should never include him in something like this again-- by hacking, spitting, and drooling profusely on the new lion king-- Sarabi finally came out of her faint. "Who... who won?" "Your son Simba!" a lioness told her. "SIMBA?? He's no longer my son! My son is supposed to be pure!!!! How am I to live knowing he slept with that slut's daughter??!! What will the tabloids say???" "Shut up, 'Queen Mother'," Sarafina hissed, "You were the one that dared me to sleep with Scar!" "Well you started it! You're the one that invited me to that sleep-over party, and dared me to run naked through the elephant graveyard!" "Oh YEAH!?? Well what about the time--" As the pride sisters began yelling, and unknowingly telling their strange secrets, Simba and Nala found eachother, and walked to the top of Pride Rock alone together. "I'm so proud of you, Simba! You showed Scar who was boss-- even though the official game for the challenge was Twister ." "WHAT??!! You mean I didn't have to go through all THAT?!?!?" "I was going to tell you... but then, you already started. I'm sorry, Simba. Look, I'll make it up to you." She looked at him mischeviously. "We can play our OWN little game of Twister ." Simba smiled. "Okay, but first, we must play at least one round of another game." "Okay, what?" "Truth or Dare?" Simba winked at Nala. "Okay..... Truth!" Simba smiled, and looked lovingly into Nala's eyes. "Back in the Jungle... How was I?" "D@mmit! I should've chosen 'Dare'!" Nala scorned. The End. =) -Rindimo Cheetah (rindimo@bellsouth.net) "...Nothing is sacred. That's why I don't make fun of it." --Me. =) -- -Rindimo Cheetah (rindimo@bellsouth.net) +Founder, and only member of L.O.S.T.-- C.A.U.S.E (League Of Simplistic Technology-- Creating All Unforeseen Solutions Evident) +FCOS Lost & Found Clerk ICQ # : 12915153 +Amateur Artist/Writer/Musician AOL IM : Rindimo1 +Bachelor ? <=7 Webpage: http://www.lionking.org/~rindimo/index.shtml + Honorable Member of the Pride Keepers. "One thing nothing can destroy, is our pride deep inside we are one!" ********************************************************************* Well don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop. 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