The pudgy hippo relished the desperate struggle of the lion trapped under her gut. The crowd jeered her on to squash him flat and break him. But she had other plans for Simba. Things that would make being her belly-cushion seem like a nice relaxing vacation. She was well aware of him not having much air to work with and she felt his struggles peter out.
Wanting him awake for the next round, she quickly rolled herself back into a sitting position, revealing Simba to the world once again. He was about ready to pass out, and gasped loudly when the sharp light hit his eyes. As wholly as he was surrounded by her mass he now felt the liberating freedom of not being buried in hippo belly. He was still dazed from the lack of air, but a few deep breaths had him regain some of his stamina. At that point he began to feel the damage her belly flop had done to him. His body ached from head to toe, and it was nothing short of a miracle nothing had broken. Every muscle burned and he needed serious effort just to stand. He prayed for any kind of pause, if just to let him recuperate a little. To his greater surprise he was given this time. He'd feared Henriette would have immediately continued her assault, but nothing happened. With a dazed, distant stare on his face he looked around. Was she really giving him an unofficial time out or was she preparing another big attack.
Henriette hadn't moved at all, contently sitting on her big butt behind him and watching him squirm. She put a finger to her chin, pondering her next move. He wasn't going to be much use as a fighter anymore, so she'd have to do all the heavy lifting... again. But she kind of liked that.
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