The large ostrich rocked side to side, either giant cheek squeeze the breath out of Simba. He grunted and wheezed as he was ground upon, feeling utterly battered and humiliated. The foe snickered as he felt that boy writhe about. Meanwhile, the crowd cheered and laughed as they saw him get beat up. Eventually, Carl decided he wanted to up the ante a little bit.
"Alright, baby, we're going for a ride!" he cooed. With that, he'd suddenly wobble his cheeks about, rolling them in such a fashion to tug Simba in. He could feel those cheeks squish up and over his shoulders and tug him in, making him disappear more and more under that bird butt.
"Wait... wait!" he begged. He tried to wriggle away, terrified as that hungry crack tugged him in more. "NOOOO-!" He was pulled in, disappeared under that butt. Carl sighed and tensed his glutes, before bringing his legs up and pulling him up and onto his feet. And at that, a gasp would be heard around the crowd. Carl turned his long neck behind him to look down at Simba's former spot, only to feign shock as there was no sign of him. He'd then focus towards his butt, where he, and the rest of the audience, could see Simba's head, arm, and tail poking out from his butt cheeks. The crowd laughed, moreso as Carl shook his hips, causing his cheeks to clap around that cat in between.
Simba, meanwhile, grunted and blushed. He winced as his body was squished over and over by those cheeks, and glowered at the crowd as they laughed. He'd love to give them a piece of his mind. But first, he needs to kick this guy's butt before it kicks him! He had an almost iron grip on him, and if he really wanted to, he could probably grind that prince into a tattoo. If he wasn't fast, he'd be destroyed!