Rachel smiled at Simba, only too happy to oblige his request. She charged at the cub. Before he could respond, Simba found himself briefly buried in the gazelle's wide ass as she delivered a running hip check squarely at the smaller cub. It was powerful enough to knock him clear across the ring.
The lion slowly stood as Rachel mocked him, again wiggling her ass in his general direction. He was amazed at how fast she was at that size! The gazelle noted that, while he was standing, his legs were already unsteady and wobbly. She smiled before charging at him again and sending her ass crashing into his face a second time. This hip check sending him straight into the corner of the ring. The cub crashed into the tree that served as the makeshift ring post. He was dazed and found himself clinging to the tree, high off the ground.
Rachel's smile grew broader.
"You should have attacked when you had the chance kid," she mocked, licking her lips before charging at him a third time.
This time though, instead of turning for a hip check, the gazelle gracefully leapt into a full body splash. Simba saw the scene unfold in slow motion. Rachel spread her arms wide and stuck out her full chest as she floated toward her prone opponent. Simba wanted to brace himself, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the gazelle's approaching rack, which seemed to grow larger by the moment. His mind was torn, at one point aching for an escape and in the next breath pleading to dive into the rapidly approaching soft mounds of female flesh.
Simba's instinct for self preservation lost the battle, and he both moaned and groaned as Rachel made contact. The noises the cub made were met with moans of enjoyment from Rachel as well. When she landed, she wrapped her arms around the tree and held tightly, forcing the lion to be smothered harder and harder by her much larger body.
"Oooh who knew a king could be so much fun!" Rachel squealed.
She laughed as she finally released her hold and walked a few steps to the center of the ring, basking in the crowd's applause. They were loving every second of the domination and embarrassment she was putting the cocky challenger through. Simba, for his part, fell to the mat immediately as Rachel's presence was gone. He leaned back against the tree, struggling for oxygen.
As he looked up at his opponent and saw the gleam in her eye as she returned her attention to him, he realized that was a mistake.
Rachel ran at him yet again. She seemingly never ran out of energy. At the last moment, she turned and spread her cheeks wide. The lion's mouth hung open preparing a scream, but no sound was heard. At least, not by the crowd. His voice was completely muffled by thick flesh on all sides of his small body. The gazelle moaned and leaned her upper body forward while pressing her hips back against the tree and the cub. She ground his body from side to side as he was defenseless to push her larger form off.
Eventually, she gripped the vines that served as the ring ropes and used them to pull herself forward and off of the prince, but the reprieve wouldn't last long. Simba hardly had the energy to gasp as he saw the now familiar gazelle ass throttling back towards him at rapid speed.
SLAM
SLAM
SLAM
She pounded her ass against Simba's body and the thick trunk of the tree as if she were trying to chop it down with her butt. Rachel pulled forward a final time and used her hands to part her cheeks wide before slamming her ass backwards yet again. Timon and Pumba looked away. They couldn't bear to watch.
SLAM
When she stepped away from the tree, there was no lion to be seen. Rachel looked around the ring in mock shock.
"Where did my opponent go?" she asked the crowd.
Some in the audience laughed while others played along, yelling and pointing at her thick ass. The tufts of Simba's tail were all that could be seen from between her imposing cheeks. Rachel playfully caressed her ass with both hands, bouncing them from side to side, chewing up Simba's small body without even trying.
"It seems like the king likes my ass after all. Were you just playing hard to get?" she said with a laugh.
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