Simba barely got a moment to regain his bearings before Thunder closed his mouth. His snot-soaked body was too slippery for him to mount any sort of escape. He felt a light bit of panic set in as he realized there not only was room to spare in the cavernous maw, but he was perched atop a tongue easily the size of him. The only light in this darkness was that Thunder appeared to be aware of the rules. He actively stopped himself from trying to swallow the cub, so whatever might happen he would not end up in an elephant belly. The little lion wasn't given a lot of time to enjoy this relief as the tongue beneath him began to stir.
Thunder was well-versed in using his mouth to secure a win. Most of the time he'd just suckle on his opponent's head until they tapped out, but with Simba he could suckle on the whole damn thing. An opportunity like this didn't present itself often and he would take full advantage of it. Already the weakly squirming body in his mouth tasted like a heady mix of his farts and his snot. A tasty blend for the elephant, who quickly began to salivate at the thought of playing with the lion cub in his mouth. He coiled his agile tongue around the little lion, licking him and scrubbing off some of the snot. It was replaced with a thick coat of saliva only marginally less sticky. But what it lacked in power was made up for in volume.
Simba held on as best he could with the large tongue slathering him in stinky elephant drool. Any attempt to run or hide was rendered moot by the slippery slime sticking to his body. With a tongue this size Thunder didn't need to try very hard to fully cover the cub, but he made sure to go over every part of him as much as he wanted to. The little lion almost grew familiar with the huge tongue coiling around him when the elephant introduced a new trick. Each time he wrapped his flexible tongue around the cub he squeezed it a little. Simba could barely believe what he felt. This tongue could constrict him too, just like the trunk? At least the pressure was only brief and manageable for the most part, or was Thunder simply holding back?
The elephant switched up the torment again, laying out the little cub on his tongue and pressing upwards against the roof of his mouth. The surface was hard and unyielding, Simba yelped as pain surged through him. Thunder quickly grew bored of this little squashing and dropped Simba past his tongue to the small pool of saliva at the bottom of his mouth. The heavy tongue simply rested in its neutral position, laying its weight atop the cub. Simba was surprised. This tongue may be pure muscle the size of him, but it was surprisingly light. He bucked a little and pushed it away with ease. It quickly swept to the size and wrapped itself around the cub again, going for some more good old licking and squeezing.
Thunder was almost done with his routine, but he knew one more fiendish trick to force the cub to surrender to him. He carefully probed his tongue between the lion's hind legs and began to lick his crotch repeatedly. Simba could barely hold on as he felt the coarse saliva-coated tongue rub against him. He felt what the elephant was up to. One last humiliation. He groaned as he felt the devious plan take effect. Slowly his cock emerged from its sheath and Thunder wasted no time giving it all the attention his tongue could offer. Simba's struggles were meaningless to the elephant, who grew a wicked grin as he assaulted the lion's puny cock with his huge tongue. With a muffled scream the cub came on Thunder's tongue, who swiftly lapped up the pathetic amount of white goo.
With some deft maneuvering Thunder pushed Simba forward until his saliva-coated head emerged between the elephant's lips. He looked thoroughly worn out, one eye glued shut with a blend of dried up snot and saliva. The large elephant let the vulture fly in to inspect the lion, opening his maw to show the rest of the knackered lion's body. The crowd was cheering loudly, seeing the king of the jungle lying still on the elephant's tongue. The vulture could see Simba was alive and uninjured, just exhausted. He mills it over for a moment before flying back to the side of the ring.
"Amazing, ladies and gentlemen. The young prince still has some fight in him!" He yelled. Simba wondered if the vulture was referring to a different prince. He could barely move, let alone fight. Least of all fight a huge elephant. Thunder simply smiled, closing his maw again around the lion and leaving his head peering out between two heavy lips. Next up, Thunder...
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