"Yes, I know mother." a now fully grown Simba said. "And how exactly would you know? You have not been king for long, Simba." Sarabi snapped at her son. The two argued within their den upon pride rock about Simba's newfound duties as king of the pridelands. The king gave a deep sigh, "You're right, I'll sort that out with the hyenas later. I promise." Sarabi turned and walked off, only to stop and turn halfway. "While you may be king, you are still my son and I want the best for you." the once-queen stated. "You have been gone a very long time and you have a lot to bare on your shoulders and I- I don't want you running off again, especially since the last we talked was when I..." Sarabi's expression turned to one of sadness and pain. Simba smiled, "Relax mom, I won't hold that against you, or think lesser of you for it, and I'm not going to run away again. I'm a better lion now than I was before; my friend's raised me well." he said assuredly. Sarabi returned a smile to her son, "So it seems. I guess this old lion is just a big worrier. Well, I'll be back later." the lioness bowed before walking off into the pridelands.

As his mother left, Simba knew he had some business to take care of. In order to take care of said business he would need the help of his royal advisor, Zazu. Simba stepped outside the den and looked around. No Zazu anywhere. Not in the sky, not on the cliff face, not in the plains below. The king pondered for a minute. While he may not know the whereabouts of Zazu, perhaps someone else did. "Hi dad!" a voice said from behind. Simba turned around to see his young daughter, Kiara. "Hello my little princess!" Simba spoke in a near-shout. "How are you this afternoon?" Kiara sat down, "I'm doing fine papa, but I'm a little bored today... The most exciting thing I saw was mom leaving." An idea quickly sparked in Simba's head, "Bored huh? Well how about I send you on a little adventure." Kiara stood up, tail wagging with excitement, "An adventure? Really?!" Simba nodded, "Yes, really. I need you to go find Zazu for me and tell him I need to see him urgently." The young lioness jumped with glee, "I'll be back before you know it!" With that, Kiara took off running after Zazu and leaving a mischievous smile on Simba's face.

Simba sat and waited patiently for his advisor's and daughter's returns. Luckily, it wasn't long until they came back. The king looked up to see the avian flapping frantically in his direction, "Sire!" Zazu called out in a huff. He made a rough landing next to the king lion nearly flopping onto his face, "Sire, I've come, as quickly, as, I could." Zazu said between panting. "Zazu! I'm glad you've come." Simba spoke proudly, "I was beginning to think you two might be lost." Zazu shook his head, "Nonsense your highness, It's easy to find your way around when you have a pair of wings."

"Dad!" Kiara's voice called. "Dad I found Zazu like you asked!" Simba sat up as his daughter approached him, "That you did Kiara. Did you have fun on your little adventure?" Kiara laughed briefly, "Yeah! I found Zazu by a watering hole being teased by some monkeys. It was pretty funny." Zazu loudly cleared his throat to interrupt Kiara, "Wasn't quite that funny, my dear." Simba glanced towards Zazu with a look of skepticism to which Zazu looked away nervously. "Kiara, how about you go play with your mother now. She should be with your grandmother." Kiara jumped up excitedly again, "Sure!" With that, Kiara took off leaving Simba alone with the hornbill. "Come to my den with me Zazu." Simba ordered Zazu, the latter of whom silently acknowledged him.

The two entered deep into the den with just enough sunlight shining through for them to see. "I didn't want to say it in front of the girl but, thank you for rescuing me my king." Zazu confessed. "Don't thank me quite yet." Simba said in a deeper tone. Zazu looked at Simba with a look of confusion, "Sire?" Simba slowly turned himself towards Zazu, "Do you remember a little incident some years ago about a little lion that started a stampede?" The feathered advisor took a second to realize what Simba was talking about, "Why, yes I do." Simba slowly walked closer to Zazu, "And as I recall it, a little birdie told on the little lion and got him in serious trouble." Zazu gulped as Simba's face came back mere inches away from him, "Sire, you aren't mad about that little mishap, are you? I-I was only doing my job!" Simba paused and craned his neck back up, "Oh not at all Zazu, quite the opposite. I learned a valuable life lesson that day." Zazu sighed in relief, "So valuable, that I thought it be best if I taught you it personally." the king's advisor tensed up again, "What!?" Zazu spouted, "But I don't need a lesson like that!" Simba bore his teeth, "Perhaps, but as my royal advisor, you're obligated to obey."

Simba raised a paw and pressed firmly down on Zazu, pinning him to the ground on his back, "Sire! What are you doing?!" Zazu panicked. "Just relax, Zazu. Stay right where you are." Simba replied as he turned about so his flanks were pointed at Zazu. He heard the hornbill cry out as Simba kicked his legs out from under himself and dropped his butt on-top of Zazu with an audible [b]THWUMP![/b]

A bundle of blue feathers flew upwards as the king sat upon his advisor. All but the hornbill's tail was visible from under the lion's rear-end. His much greater size gave him the edge over them, and he took full advantage of it. "I'll make sure to give you the [b]full[/b] experience." Simba taunted just before he began to grunt.

"Hnnngh!" [i]BRRROOMPPFF![/i] A blast of foul lion gas tainted the smushed advisor's feather's with its stench. "Apologies for rushing the process, but I just couldn't help myself in skipping to the good part." Simba teased as his fart subsided. He could feel Zazu shift around beneath his flanks to no benefit other than exhaust himself and make the lion grind his ass down on top of him.

All these years Simba had been biding his time for this very moment, and he was going to right his advisor's wrong. The trouble the bird had caused Simba was undeserving, especially for such a little mistake. So what if he caused a stampede, he was just having fun and nobody even got hurt! Well now Zazu is going to feel just how he felt that dreadful day.

Simba lifted his tail and grunted to force out a muffled: [i]FRRRRRRMMP![/i] "If there's one thing I learned in exile, it's how to make my gas stink [b]REAL[/b] bad." The king taunted, continuing to rub his butt down on the little bird.

It wasn't long before poor Zazu stopped moving entirely even as King Simba blasted him with foul flatulence. This had Simba concerned. Was he dead? No, couldn't be. He survived a rhino crushing him and those are way heavier than he was. Was he unconscious? Simba couldn't have that! There's no fun in tormenting a subject unless they're awake to suffer through it! Simba stood back up and looked back only to find only several feathers scattered about the ground, but no Zazu. The lion roared with laughter as he quickly realized where he was. "Are you stuck back there, Zazu?" Simba asked. A dreary groan came from the back of Simba's flanks, "Yeeessss.... ssssiiirrree...." Dazed and battered from the so called 'lesson'. The response from the blue-feathered advisor put Simba at ease. Now he knew he was awake, and he could take him anywhere he wanted and keep giving Zazu what he deserved. "Glad to hear, my old friend." Simba said. "I think I'll go find Nala, I [b]know[/i] she'll get a kick out of this." The lion king walked off with Zazu still stuck to his butt, groaning as he was relentlessly pelted with gas.