Simba was certain he was in a bind no other lion had ever experienced. Thick slime clung to his fur as the muscular surroundings of Thunder's trunk twisted and pulsed around him. They held him pinned inside with ease, producing a clearly visible squirming bulge for all to see. The elephant himself was pleased to see the cub struggle against him, knowing the crowd would appreciate it. They were for the most part utterly shocked at the spectacle before them. They'd seen Thunder fight smaller opponents before, but Simba was the puniest he'd faced in a very long time. The crowd burst into cheering seeing the elephant bring his power to bear in such a unique way. The trapped cub could hear the muffled cheers as well.
Simba groaned bitterly, knowing his fate was in the hands, or more accurately trunk, of Thunder. He was tempted to pull out his claws and tear into his captor, but he knew the rules. If he drew so much as a drop of blood the elephant would probably release him instantly, but he'd face punishment. Timon and Pumbaa were never entirely clear on what sort of punishment this was, but the cub can only imagine what an angry elephant could do to him. For now he would have to accept that he was stuck in this slimy prison. elephant snot matted down his fur and eased his movements in the strong trunk. It was at that point Simba began to realize he wasn't just kept in the trunk, he was moving along its length.
Thunder was in no rush to continue his plan, loving the cheering crowd and showing them the squirming bulge in his trunk up close. With every snort he got another deep whiff of the cub's scent. The little lion stunk of his farts and Thunder loved it. He also felt every snort pulling the cub a little bit further up the flexible trunk. Snot would keep everything running smoothly and he was sucking in lots of air with every snort. Thunder considered trying to pull Simba back down and stretch out his enjoyment, but a devious idea was conjured. So what if that pesky lion ends up outside my trunk? I'll just suck him in again and start all over. It was time to show that lion a bit of elephant anatomy.
Simba felt himself creep through the elephant's trunk at a snail's pace. He grew tired of trying to fight back, seeing as all of his struggles had accomplished a sum total of nothing. He weakly continued, fearing retaliation from the elephant if he fell still, but he wasn't sure how much longer he'd last before throwing in the towel. The further he went, the more disgusting slime he carried with him. It stuck to his fur like glue and bit by bit coated his entire fluffy coat. As he was sucked in deeper he felt more and more like an elephant booger. Simba began to wonder what would happen next. He'd seen elephants suck things up their trunk and shoot them out again. He'd be a snotty projectile for Thunder, who would probably point him somewhere humiliating. Suddenly he realized he could hear the elephant's delighted groaning quite close. He must be right at the end, the cramped tunnel finally widening. He was greeted with more darkness and slime and the cub braced himself for launch. What he faced instead would haunt him for some time.
With a drawn-out snort Simba was pulled through the elephant's sinuses and right down the back of its throat. A large tongue blocked the way, preventing the slimy lion from slipping down into Thunder's stomach. Consumption of foes was strictly forbidden and even a huge contestant like Thunder was not above reproach. The penalty was severe and he frankly didn't even want to end things that quickly. If a quick win was all he was after he'd have grabbed the little tyke with his trunk and just squeezed him until he'd lose consciousness. But where's the fun in that? The people wanted a show and he would give them one they would not soon forget. He already had them floored with this feat of bodily control, sucking a lion cub up his trunk and into his mouth.
Simba's trek through the elephant's body was halted the large tongue. It carried Simba away from the dark tunnel of Thunder's gullet and left him in the middle of a wide open mouth. The elephant happily showed off his prize, the snot-coated lion cub, to all around. The crowd went completely ballistic, not only at the utter humiliation put upon the cub, but also Thunder's great creativity. He'd turned the most one-sided match in history into something unique and spectacular. What does he do next with the little slime-covered lion in his mouth?
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