The elephant's flexible trunk reached in and neatly coiled itself around the dazed lion cub in his mouth. He opened wide and lifted Simba out, proudly showing him to the crowd. The cub just let the large elephant have his fun, hanging limp in the strong grip of the trunk. He was utterly drenched in saliva and snot, but thankful to still be alive.
"You still with me, squirt?" Thunder mockingly asked. He gave the little lion a powerful squeeze, making him twitch and sputter.
"Ah good, for a moment I was afraid you'd passed out on me." He said, still parading around the ring and holding the slimy body up high. The crowd cheered the elephant on with undying applause.
"Please..." The little lion sputtered out. Thunder held him closer to one of his large ears. "What was that, squirt?" The elephant asks. Simba repeats himself: "Please... mercy..."
Thunder laughed loudly. "He wants mercy! Tell you what people, I think he's got one more move in him. What will we use to finish the fight?" Simba gulped. The elephant still wasn't done with him? What had he done to deserve this? He listened as Thunder began to rattle off all the different ways in which he could be finished off, an overpowering sense of dread growing with each evil suggestion.
"Maybe another powerful squeeze of the 'ol trunk, I know that's always a crowd-pleaser." Thunder said, giving Simba a small sample as a demonstration. The little lion twitched and wriggled as the powerful trunk wrung the breath out of him. "Or maybe another ride up its length?" The cub felt the tip of the trunk loudly snorting next to his tail. The crowd's applause was unceasing, not growing any more or less intense for any of the suggestions. Unfazed, Thunder continued. "Maybe another quick dip into my hungry maw. A second taste of lion is always a nice treat. Or perhaps we go for some other part of my big 'ol body." Simba gulped. What more could he possibly have in store?
"Would y'all like to see me stomp him flat? Or squash him under my big belly?" Simba's eyes widened. That would be a death sentence for sure. How was Thunder going to stop himself from killing his opponent? He hoped feverishly for any other option. Even a trip up the trunk sounded positively relaxing compared to the prospect of being trampled by Thunder. "Or... Will this big butt see some action? It's been a while since I made someone disappear into it." The cub's mind was blown. How was this allowed? Did the rule about consuming opponents not count with butts? The crowd meanwhile knew what the elephant meant. They remembered the poor hyena that was pushed into Thunder's pucker. All the way up to its neck he was buried inside the elephant's colon, and after surrendering that's where he was kept as Thunder walked off victoriously. Nobody had seen that hyena since, leaving rumors aplenty about Thunder.
"Alright people, let me hear your favorite!" The elephant shouted, prompting the crowd to yell their choices at him. Simba couldn't hear a single favourite choice and simply continued hoping he would survive the fight to begin with.
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