Nala Under Hypnosis & Foot Worship

Foot worship & hypnosis commission!  I always enjoy the Lion King ones.  Enjoy!

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Thanks to the hyenas, Scar’s takeover was swift.  But as he sat on the throne of the Pridelands, the scheming lion planned to take over something else, too.  Or rather, someone.

He summoned Nala to the room of the king, and waited for her to arrive.  The lioness, led by the hyenas, was growling as she entered his room, and snapped her jaws at the hyena.  As she walked, her claws were out and ready to strike if necessary; she was clearly not afraid to use them.  “Stay away from me,” she snapped at the hyenas, who whimpered under her fierce glare.

Scar chuckled, and turned to face his enemy.  “Don’t worry, dear one, you have nothing to fear,” he said, laughing.  “They won’t bite—at least, unless you give them a reason to.”

“What do you want, Scar?” Nala growled, crouching as if ready to pounce.  “You’re a disgrace to the throne of the Pridelands, and a horrible leader compared to Mufasa!  Why have you summoned me here?”

Scar grinned.  He turned to the hyenas, and nodded at the entrance of the cave.  “Leave us,” the lion ordered.  “Guard the path to the cave, but let us talk alone.”  With that, the hyenas nodded, bowing to their king, and then left.  A few seconds later, they were out of sight.

He turned to Nala, and looked deep into her eyes.  Then the lion raised one paw, and snapped his fingers.  “You are going to put those claws away,” he said, speaking deliberately slowly as the hypnosis began.  “And we are going to have a little chat, just you and me, Nala.”

Nala blinked.  For a moment her face was enraged as she tried to resist.  But then, her eyes began to glaze over.  After a long moment, she slowly sheathed her claws, and sat up from pouncing position.  “Alright,” she said, her voice flat.  “What do you want to talk to me about?”

Scar smiled.  “I need a general.  And of all the lionesses in the kingdom, I can think of no better for the job than you.  Do you accept?”

Nala slowly nodded.  “I accept, Master,” she said, dazed.  “I will be your general.”

“Good,” Scar said.  He walked to her hindpaws, and gently kissed her toes, watching them wiggle beneath his lips.  He spread his kisses around her foot, starting at her toes and working his way up, stopping when he smooched her ankle.  Then the king sat up and looked at his newest subject, smiling.  She was still hypnotized, and looked over at Scar, waiting for orders from her master.

“You will no longer be against my reign,” the lion said.  He snapped his fingers, and the hypnosis ceased.

Nala blinked, and shook her head.  Then she turned to the lion, and said, “What do you need, Master?”

Scar walked up to her, smirking.  “I have a mission for you,” the lion whispered into her ear.  “Something only my most trusted general can accomplish.”

Nala smiled.  “And what is that mission, my king?” she asked.

Scar smiled.

“There’s an outcast I want you to find.”

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Alpha was being chased.  But even here, he could turn the tides.

The lion ran, fearful, as Nala chased after him, roaring.  “Come here, outcast!” she growled.  “So I can punish you for entering the Pridelands!” The brown lion had been removed from the Pridelands when Scar took over—and Nala was his most trusted general.  Things didn’t bode well.

The outcast turned—and reached a dead end.  He turned around, and found Nala smiling, crouched and ready to pounce.  But Alpha had a secret weapon—one that would bring an outcome he preferred.

“You are under my control,” the brown lion said, fixating his gaze onto Nala.  “You will lower your paws, leave Scar’s control, and you will tell you what you mean to me.”

He looked deep into her eyes and moved his paws in the motions he had practiced.  Nala’s eyes glazed over as she watched his hands move, and in a few seconds, she was hypnotized.  She lowered her claws and stood up, a stunned look coming over her as she did so.  “Alright.  What do you mean to me?” she asked, her voice flat.

“Yes,” Alpha said.  Even after being exiled by Scar, the lion had always wanted to know—what did Nala truly think of him?

Nala smiled.  “I’m in love with you, Alpha.  I always have been.”

Alpha smiled.  “And I love you.”  His gaze traveled downwards, and he bent low to the ground.  “And I love those paws of yours.”

Nala blinked as Alpha averted his gaze, and she slowly came out of the hypnosis.  She looked sane again, like she had before Scar came.  Upon hearing his words, she smiled and said, “Do you really, my love?”

“I do,” the outcast whispered, staring longingly at Nala’s hindpaws.  Then he reached out and gently lifted her feet, studying them.  Nala lowered herself to the ground as Alpha looked at her paws; the lioness giggled at the touch, wiggling and spreading out her toes as she felt his touch.

The beautiful feet were scratched, but not damaged, from Nala’s wonderful hunting skills and endurance feats.  Callouses lined the bottom of the paws, evidence of the lioness’s dedication.  The four moving toes housed sharp, beautiful claws that Alpha knew would not harm him.

He ran his tongue on top of those beautiful paws.  She giggled as he tickled her delicate toes, and they wiggled again, but like he expected, the claws stayed sheathed.  Alpha leaned down, and planted a kiss on top the large toe of her left foot.  Nala smiled, and he planted more kisses, going up her paw and to the back of her foot, sucking at the back of her heel, and then coming back to the front, ending at her pinky toe.

“Wonderful,” Alpha murmured.  Then he repeated the process with her right foot, kissing it everywhere, running his lips over the scars and callouses, watching the fur rise and fall as he kissed it.  The lion ended at the wonderful toes of the lioness, and he looked up at his love, smiling.

“Thank you,” Nala said.  She took her paws back from him, and wiggled her toes in a deliberate display, before setting her paws on the ground.  “Now, massage my feet.”

“Of course, gladly,” Alpha said, smiling.  He reached out with his paws, and rested them on hers.  Then he began to rub, gently, up and down, watching as his toes kneaded those wonderful feet.

Nala smiled.

“Thank you, my love.”