Simba felt dizzy, his vision seeing multiples after the battering he'd received from the ibex's butt. He couldn't even stand he was so weak! He could only lie there and let the crowd cheer on his weak state. He felt his cheeks burn up as he felt them staring down on him... especially staring down on his little friend... Soon, his vision settled, and now he could see the ibex planting her feet on either side of him, his body looming over his own. At that, he planted down his feet and hands, and began to crawl.
"Y-you better not do anything you'll regret-!" he commanded. However, a smug smirk told him she wouldn't regret this anytime soon. And then, with a quick dive downwards, she slammed butt-first upon him! But it wasn't a slam meant to squish. No, Simba could tell from the intense squeezing sensation he could feel. Specifically, the squeezing sensation around his bulge... The crowd could see Derah's shorts-clad ass wrapping around the bulge in his red shorts. She gave a few teasing wiggles, before her buttocks squeezed tight, stuffing Simba's bulge deep between her cheeks, the young lion writhing and shaking, kicking about underneath her.
"Shhhh~" she ordered, gently stroking his cheek. "None of that~ You're not going anywhere I don't want you to~" Simba grit his teeth at her orders. He shook more and more, trying to buck his hips to try and pull his cock free. But those cheeks simply held tightly to his cock. She sighed.
"Alright, you asked for this," she said. She turned around then, her body facing his legs while her backside pointed at Simba's face, his cock still between her cheeks. He wasn't sure what she had planned, but he knew it could be nothing good. And then, he heard a grunt from her. And then, one of the singularly most horrifying sensations he'd ever felt... Derah let one rip on top of him, her buttocks clenching tightly around his cock before she did. Simba could feel the fart batter his cock, not only pounding his nose with a noxious stench, but the fart coated his cock in a bizarre warmth, while her buttocks vibrated around his bulge. Simba's eyes went wide, his cock was forced to endure pleasure he'd never imagined, but his mind and nose were tortured by such a humiliating sensation.
However, the ibex simply giggled at his horror.
"I was gonna play nice," she said, now simply rubbing up and down his cock while her butt cheeks hotdogged him. "I was going to simply stroke you with my cheeks 'til I was satisfied. But since you're being such a rambunctious guest, I'll spare you no mercy~" Simba reached up, planting his hand against one of her cheeks, and tried to push it.
"Y-you can't do this! I'm a king! I'll-!" he began to demand. However, his pleas were quickly interrupted by another bout of gas, her cheeks again vibrating around his cock. The young king was forced to shut his eyes, hoping that could somehow hide him away from the crowd laughing at the method of stimulation. "You be good now, boy~ Unless you want to be known as the guy that came to a farting ibex!" She laughed herself, convinced she had him right where she wanted him. Instead of farting on him again, she simply rubbed up and down on his bulge, her buttocks jerking him. The poor king's toes clenched and his hands balled up into fists, a nervous frown dressing his face. He would've never imagined he would've ended up in a position like this. It was either cum or get farted on and cum. He'd refuse to accept her gaseous stimulation was doing anything, but he had a feeling he'd soon be unable to refuse...
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