As Simba desperately tried to rub the sticky snot from his fur Lantka approached. The cub only paid her a small amount of attention, more concerned with ridding himself of her last assault. He saw her mewl on about her tongue or something, demonstrating it's agility by curling it up and sticking it in her nose. The little lion shivered a little at the thought, but kept focusing himself on removing the snot from his fur. The wildebeest did not take kindly to being ignored and when she leaned in even closer the cub froze. He felt her hot breath wash over him and looked up again. Her head was mere inches away from his and in a flash her tongue shot out. It snaked around the small furry neck of Simba and pulled him closer. His neck was pressed against her pursed lips as the tongue set about strangling him. Simba couldn't believe how strong the wildebeest's tongue was. He was gasping for air, frantically flailing around. After only a few seconds of this unique chokehold Lantka let him go.
The cub fell on the ground, only to be immediately assailed again by her tongue. It dragged itself along his belly, licking his sheath. The lion involuntarily shook with surprise. The tongue had found his puny little butt and dragged itself deep between his cheeks. As the tip passed over his little pucker, Simba felt something most ominous. The tongue had stopped dead in its tracks. Slowly it began to move backwards, the narrow tip pressing and massaging his pucker. Soon enough it yielded to the comforting pressure of Lantka's tongue. The cub pleaded her to show mercy, but she simply giggled. The wildebeest quickly pushed in, sliding her tongue up his rear as far as it would go. Simba shuddered as his yielding passage surprised the both of them. Lantka could slip most of her large tongue into the little cub's butt with little difficulty. Lantka was pleased things were going this smoothly. She pulled her tongue in and out, attempting to poke a little deeper each time. Large amounts of wildebeest saliva were smeared around by the strong muscle, further lubricating its journey. Simba felt it move deep inside of him. He'd never felt this sickened in his whole life. The disgusting tongue probing his rear had free reign over him.
Soon Lantka released him from this slobbery impalement. Simba was going to walk funny for the remainder of today, but what else could she do to him? She noticed there were other parts in need of her tongue's intrusive attention. With a wicked smile she eyed...
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