Simba's Snakey Encounter.
Chapter 1: The Nightmare Begins.
There were certain times back in the past where Simba, the young lion cub, often got into trouble that he'd claimed as the worst moment of his life then and there. But this time, he was certain that no event before or after this would ever top this as the worst moment.
Timon, Pumbaa and Simba had split up to gather bugs and the like for lunch and were making it into a game where the one with the least amount would take one of Pumbaa's infamous farts straight to the face (an excellent motivation in Simba's opinion). Simba was minding his own business when something wrapped around his neck and pulled him up into the trees to his complete astonishment. He gasped for air and while he could breath, the noose put a strain on it even as he tried to use his paws to pry them off with little success. Simba had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach and rightfully so.
A second later, the head of a purple python dropped down to look at his terrified prey. His face sent chills down Simba's back with it's smirk of sadistic delight. He was clearly entertained by Simba's struggle of terror and the lion cub hated the idea of being someone's toy.
"Well, well, well," the snake hissed evilly. "I've caught a lion cub. How tragic that his young life be snuffed out with such a future ahead of him. Oh well, can't fight nature."
"You picked the wrong lion to snack on, you fiend," Simba spat back. They were big words but they were just that: big words. Simba wanted to be fearless in the face of death like all great kings but his facade only hid some of the scaredy cat he truly was.
"Did I now?" the snake hissed. "Well, I'd call your bluff here and now but I'd much rather relive this boredom I've been having lately. You're just the kind of entertainment I've been hoping to find."
"What?!" Simba said in disbelief when he felt himself being spun around as the snake's thick body wrapped around him, trapping the cub in a cocoon of coils suspended in mid-air. From his legs to his neck, Simba was completely immobilized and at the Python's mercy.
It was bad enough that he was going to die but he was going to die like a weak, helpless kitten about to be some slime-ball's lunch. If he was going out, he wanted to go swinging, not in such an embarrassing way. This can't be how I die, can it? But no matter how much he tried to deny it, the facts were clear: the hunter had became the hunted.
"Let's see how long you stand pressure like this," the snake said as he tightened his coils around Simba as his smile widen, eager to put Simba through hell itself.
Now Simba couldn't breath at all as his mouth was agape and his eyes widen, making strain gasping noise. The rest of his body was also painful squeezed and it was all unbelievable agonizing. Pumbaa once told Simba of the time he had a close call with a constrictor and what the warthog went through then was just like what the lion cub was now. Only this time, he wasn't going to get saved at the last minute. This time for sure, Simba was going to die. No matter how hard he struggled, this would be his final moments on Earth.
The python, however, was simply estactic over Simba's torture. There was no greater feeling than watching the weak writhe about in agony like the worms they were. Especially one who put on airs for being the "king of the jungle." Not so high and mighty now, are you, my cute little kitten? His smile widened at the sound of Simba's gasping and the sight of his wide eyes beginning to glaze over. No, not yet. His agony must be lasting and unforgettable.
"Oh my," the python said in awe. "Such tenacity deserves a reward." To Simba's unexpected relief, he loosened the coils and allowed the cub to take in a great big gulp of air. "Now doesn't that feel wonderful? Good because it won't last." In just one second, he retightened his coils to send Simba back into his previous agony. The python laughed like the sadist he was. "But don't worry, the worst has yet to come."
This is it, Simba thought despairingly. This was his ultimate fate: a meal for an evil python with little hope of rescue. Tears seeped from his eyes and soaked into his fur. He didn't want to be seen in such a pathetic way but he could help it. He could only hold out for another minute tops and then...
The python was now very much entertained yet now he felt that to eat this lion cub would be a waste. He wasn't even that hungry and there was always more prey where this one came from.
"It's your lucky day, my little kitten," he hissed. "I'm feeling generous today so I'm going to let you go free for now. Just remember: I'll be back..."
And with that said, he drops Simba from his coils as he falls a few feet to the ground. He survived but was too weak to remain conscious and fainted.
BRRAAAAAPTTT!
A loud noise and a repulsive stench woke up Simba in an instant and his plugged up his nose while holding his breath. He'd recognize that strong gas anywhere...
"Pumbaa!" He managed to get out while surprising his urge to puke out his guts. "What's the big idea?"
"That's our line, sleepyheed," Timon said, upset. "You suggested this contest and we find you here sleeping on the job."
"And since you hadn't collected any bugs, I had the honer of presenting your reward," Pumbaa said, clearly proud of his finest flatulence to date.
"I'm sorry, guys," Simba apologized. "I don't know what came over me. I had this weird dream too."
"Ah, forget about it," Timon said, "let's just get our grub and let bygones be bygones. Right?"
"You know it," Simba said, perking up. Still that was a strange dream. It even seemed so real.
But at the trio left for their meal, a pair of sinister eyes watched. "Enjoy yourself, my kitten. While you still can."
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