"Already tuckered out I see? I don't blame ya. Fightin lions is tiresome work." Lantka said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Simba was groaning, his nose burning with the powerful aroma of her fart. He tried getting up, but his legs would not cooperate. The wildebeest casually walks over to him, looking down at the little lion with pity.
"That's okay, you can take a little break there. Gives me a moment to rest me weary bones too." Simba was too dazed to pick up on Lantka's intent and his eyes grew wide as she stepped over him. His vision filled with her underside, the coarse fur matted with sweat. It had been a long, hot day on the savannah and the wildebeest had been out in the sun all day. Her whole body reeked of sweat, Lantka's special odour. She nurtured it carefully by avoiding every form of bath like the plague, and Simba was about to receive a facefull.
The wildebeest sighed deeply, letting herself drop down on top of the cub. Simba was instantly squashed flat underneath her large mass. Lantka was a large wildebeest and without any effort she concealed the little lion underneath her heavy belly. He was trapped completely, sealed off from the outside and sealed in with her sweaty gut. The clingy sweat stuck to him and added to his misery. It would take so many baths to get this stench out of his fur. The cub groaned in pain, the heavy wildebeest gradually crushing him underneath herself.
The torment experienced by Simba was an awful combination of pressure, stink and pain. Lantka's breathing caused her sweaty body to slowly rub against the cub's, pushing her sweat in deep. Its weight held him firmly pinned and the tiny pocket of air he had to breathe was contaminated by more of her sweaty stench. She seemed content to just stay put as the crowd cheered her on. She quietly had to admit she liked publicly humiliating the cub. She got up, revealing Simba to the world once more. His fur was grimy and glistening with sweat that wasn't his own. He laid still, but his eyes were open and he was looking around wearily.
"Well, go on. Get up boy, break time is over. Unless you want me to lie down again..." The abject terror at enduring another second of that pushed Simba onto his feet. His legs were shaking and his whole body felt wracked and bruised by the heavy wildebeest. Lantka was not done with the cub though. She had several more things in mind to impart her lovely stink onto the little lion. What does she do?
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