This choice: Simba thrashes, and is farted into cumming • Go Back...Chapter #16Pride goeth before the gassy, smelly fall. by: Logan   (AUTHOR'S NOTE: For legal purposes, Simba is sexually mature for his species.)
True to his leonine nature, Simba had too much pride to let prey jerk him off. Admittedly, Derah had beautiful, curvy and plump ass supported by child bearing hips fit for a king like him, but that was beside the point; she was prey and he should be the one in control. "I'm a king; I won't let this humiliation stand!" He then started thrashing about as wildly as he could.
"Very well, your highness, but don't say I didn't warn you!" Derah laughed as she ripped another fart right into Simba's face and onto his cock. Strange that you're putting up such a struggle, she thought, your father never struggled against me; certainly not to the extent where I HAD to fart him into orgasming like this.
Simba coughed; that fart was a particularly smelly one. Great kings above, this woman's farts are worse than Pumbaa's, he thought, how is that even possible? And worse, why am I so turned on by them? The warmth of her farts stimulating his cock he understood - her farting directly onto his cock while it was sandwiched between her cheeks was going to stimulate it and make it hard whether he liked it or not - but why was the smell making him horny? He had been living with Timon and Pumbaa - and, by extension, Pumbaa's noxious farts - for a few years now, and Pumbaa's farting always grossed him out and never made him hard; how was this woman's (inexplicably) smellier farts arousing him so much? "Fart all you want; I'll escape this and take you d--" before he could finish, he was hit with another rancid, yet strangely arousing fart.
"Yeah yeah, that's what they all say," Derah smirked. "Struggle all you want, but if I've managed to keep elephants pinned down with my ass alone, you don't stand a chance!" She laughed, and ripped yet another fart onto Simba. Seriously, you ARE Mufasa's son, aren't you, she thought? Why are you struggling like this when he loved this so much he'd beg me to do this to him?
Simba struggled with all his might, but Derah didn't budge an inch. And all of her farting was bringing him closer and closer to climaxing, much to his dismay. His cock had sprung to full length by this point and had push his shorts down around it; if he came, everyone in the crowd would see it, and he'd have no chance of convincing them that their king didn't blow his load to a farting ibex. He couldn't let that happen and gave one last thrash to try and push Derah off him or wriggle out of her grasp or do anything that would let him escape from this inexplicably arousing prison. If this doesn't work, I'm done for he thought. If she makes me cum from this, I'll be the laughing stock of the savannah; they never take me seriously as a king! Alas, he failed to escape Derah's grasp, and she responded to his struggles with her biggest fart, smelliest fart yet. That was enough to send Simba over the edge; Simba roared as he blew his load with all the force of a fire hose, coating himself, Derah, parts of the ring, and even a few crowd members in hot, sticky, fart-induced lion jizz. "It's over," Simba inaudibly lamented. "Not only have I lost this match, but I've lost any chance of me being taken seriously as a king." But much to his surprise, the crowd cheered; not just at Derah for her "magnificent ass skills" but at Simba for taking it like a champ. He even heard someone say that he'd "make a fine king some day." How will I be a fine king when I just let prey make a fool me?
"It seems we have our winner!" The vulture referee shouted. "There's no way Simba'll have the energy to fight after an orgasm like that! Derah wins! As the winner, Derah is free to do what she wants with Simba."
"There it is!" Derah laughed. "I knew you were Mufasa's son and that confirms it; people have cum from me farting on them before, but only Mufasa has ever cum as hard from it as you just did." She then lifted herself off of the winded and now very confused lion.
"How do you know my father," Simba asked? He then picked himself up off the floor of the ring. "And what's all that business about him cumming on you that hard? And why did all of your farts turn me on like that when my friend's farting never turned me on?"
Derah laughed. "I guess I owe you an explanation. I suppose Mufasa never told you that he came here all the time when he was your age?"
"N-no," Simba said, surprised. "He's never mentioned this place once; the only reason I know it exists is because my friends Timon and Pumbaa brought me here. I guess they wanted me to show how tough I am so nobody would bother us, what with them being prey and all."
"Looks like that backfired, since you just lost to me," Derah giggled, climbing out of the ring with Simba. "Well, anyway, Mufasa came here all the time. It's how he and I knew each other, and how he met your mother, incidentally."
"You knew my mother too?!" Simba was shocked. "And she came here too?! Am I the only one in the savannah how never knew about this place?!"
"Neither of your parents told you about lil' ol' me?" Derah pouted. "That cuts me deep. But yes, I was close friends with them. I've even fought both of them in that ring more times than I can count, especially Mufasa. That lion went out of his way to fight as many opponents like me who had farting abilities, and would often intentionally lose just so he could get farted into orgasming; he had no shame about his fart fetish, and it looks like you inherited it from him." She then winked at Simba and ripped another fart on him.
"But if dad was shameless about his fart fetish and he still became the king, why did you taunt me with farting me into orgasm as if it would ruin my reputation," Simba asked? He tried to ignore his cock twitching from Derah's fart; there'd be time for more orgasms later.
Derah giggled. "Aside from the fact that it's no fun if you didn't put up a fight, it was all part of the show; taunting not only riled you up, but it riled up the audience, too."
"I see," Simba said. "Well, according to the rules, I'm yours to do whatever you want with. What happens now?"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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