The cub's eyes shot open wide as he saw Henriette's wide open maw approaching quickly. Her large tongue was twitching, like a fleshy pillow eager to catch him. Close by was her gullet. It looked just wide enough for him to plummet into. He'd be gone in a flash, swallowed up by the terrifying hippo. Anything but that. Simba thrashed wildly, flailing through the air.
Henriette was ready to catch the cub. She knew she had to be a little careful. Gobbling up an opponent completely mid-match was forbidden, and the punishment was steep. She'd be forced to cough him back up and she'd have to then fight another match and lose on purpose. But nothing in the rules stopped her from keeping the little lion in her maw. She swayed and stepped nervously, aiming to make sure her victim would land where she wanted. The hippo closed her eyes and waited for the shrieking cub to land.
With a wet splat Simba slammed down on the large hippo tongue. It wasn't nearly as soft as he'd expected, though after a fall from that high, it wasn't a surprise that it couldn't handle it very well. Thick, goopy saliva splattered everywhere. The horrid smell of Henriette's breath was disturbing, but the cub didn't have time to regain his bearings and flee the danger. The large tongue was like a hair trigger and in an instant the hippo snapped her jaws shut. The cub's escape attempt was brought to an instant halt. The only thing that got out was his head, now poking out from between Henriette's thick lips.
"mmMMMMmmmm" She hummed, savouring his taste. Her tongue slithered and coiled around the lion's body like it had a mind of its own. It soaked Simba in thick, smelly drool. With an exaggerated slurping sound Henriette suckled on the cub's head before pulling it back behind her lips. With the cub trapped she tasted him all over. The hippo dragged him to every corner of her cavernous maw, giving the audience a show by showing them the little lion-shaped bulges in her cheeks. "You're one tashty litwle cub, ain'tcha?" She muttered with her mouth full.
Finally having tormented him enough she spat out the slobber-coated lion into her hands. She held Simba up to her face and gave him a big smile. "If it wasn't against the rules, I'd swallow you up right now, you tasty little morsel."
Simba shuddered at the thought. Only some rule stood between him and the hippo swallowing him up whole. He was thankful she took these rules seriously. He wasn't keen on discovering her insides too after all the horrors she delivered with the outside. The hippo's smile grew as she brought him even closer. Henriette lowered her voice, whispering in the little lion's ear.
"If you let me use you for a little fun and do a good job while you're there, I won't claim you after the match."
Claim him? What the hell was she talking about? Did the rules really state that the winner could take the loser home with them as some sort of prize? Simba shuddered at the idea of being the hippo's prize. She'd surely eat him the moment they were out of the ring. But what did the hippo want from him?
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