"Wait a minute..." Lantka said, a twinge of terror in her voice. "You've not bathed, have you? Have you?!" Before Simba could ask her what had gotten into her the wildebeest stepped back. "Why didn't anyone tell me he's been bathed?!" She continued with a panicky voice. The little lion only stared silently as he watched his opponent seemingly lose her mind. But as suddenly as this act started, Lantka ended it. Her voice was calm again and she spoke chillingly. "I'm real allergic to baths and anything that's been tainted by them..." She turned to the lion again, walking confidently towards him. Her large nose sniffed the air loudly as she approached. Lantka's nose itched more and more as she got nearer until she was standing almost next to the cub. Simba was still bewildered by the wildebeest's act. But when she began to breathe weirdly it clicked.
Sadly it clicked a moment too late.
ACHOO
An unreasonable amount of snot was expelled from Lantka's big nose and sent straight for the hapless cub. The volley of slime hit him with enough force to knock him off his feet. In an instant he was drenched in her snot. Thick wads of it clung to his fur, weighing him down a little. The bulk of the blast had hit him squarely in the flank, but the wildebeest wasn't done yet. With Simba on the floor she closed one eye to aim her next sneeze even better. Her breathing grew irregular and before Simba could so much as scream she sneezed again.
ACHOO
The cub couldn't tell how much snot was thrown his way, as it hit him directly in the face. The warm mucus coated his eyes, nose and mouth. He hacked, sneezed and coughed. His body did whatever was needed to rid itself of the wildebeest's stinking snot. His whole torso and head were slathered with this skincrawlingly disgusting slime. He almost wanted back underneath her. Being trapped and crushed under her large gut suddenly didn't sound too bad. Lantka simply let him squirm in revulsion, laughing along with the crowd. She was far from done showing the cub every last gross detail of her body. Whilst he worked to rid himself of the worst of her snot attack, the wildebeest calmly pondered her next move. Maybe she should force him to breathe her foul breath with some mouth-to-mouth. Or perhaps her agile tongue could probe him.
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