Simba's world had become a suffocating, putrid void. Trapped deep within Henriette's immense buttocks, each breath was a desperate battle against an overwhelming, noxious stench. The enormous hippopotamus seemed to revel in his torment, its massive body trembling with each thunderous expulsion.
"PHHHHHHHHT!" A low, rumbling blast coursed through Simba's bones, causing him to gag uncontrollably. He writhed, trying to wriggle free, but he was completely trapped. Henriette's deep, throaty laughter echoed around him, squeezing his rear end even tighter.
"WHOOSH-PFFFT!" Another, wetter sound followed, and Simba felt a hot, noxious cloud envelop his face, his snout pressed impossibly close to the source. Tears sprang to her eyes, not only from the humiliation, but from the burning sensation in her nose and throat. She could barely breathe, barely think beyond the immediate, agonizing need for air.
Her mind raced, driven by sheer desperation. She had to do something. Anything to stop the discharge. With a surge of what little strength she had left, she pushed and twisted her head back and barely managed to pry her snout from Henriette's anus, even though it was still stinking and had filled her lungs with Henriette's gas.
Then, in a moment of pure, unadulterated panic, a terrible idea ignited in her mind. She had to plug the source. She had to stop it. Before she could fully register the horror of the action, her tongue darted out, raw and desperate, aiming for the open, wet darkness that was Henriette's anus. penetrating him to cover it up, causing Henriette to moan.
Simba managed to cover Henriette's anus so she couldn't fart anymore. But he realized too late... that it was a terrible idea.