Chapter 2: Simba Takes A Seat
Simba and Nala almost forgot about being hogtied when King Louie carried them into his domain. Almost. They were structures of stone that they'd never recognize but to humans, they were crumbling ruins of a once prosperous Jungle tribe that once lived in harmony with the untamed wilderness. It was a lot to take it.
Many monkeys were either laying on the floor or hanging off of stone columns when they saw their Majesty's haul. They either "ooooed" with intrigue or sniggered in speculation of what King Louie had planned for his new toys.
Simba and Nala were each snapped out of their wonder when King Louie came up to a decrepit throne just before the wall that closed off the fallen city itself. His seat no doubt. The overgrowth all over the place had sprouted a tree just behind the large chair.
With his big fingers, King Louie took the time to set down Nala while he tied the rope Simba hung from onto a study enough branch. He then knotted Nala onto another by his side and stood back with a smirk on his face. His subjects gathered to cackle at the lion cubs hung about like holiday ornaments.
"I ain't got a solid plan for y'all yet but in the meantime, why don't y'all... hang around?"
Simba only snarled over the awful pun while Nala looked around at the monkeys howling with laughter. Her face fell further upon seeing all the muscle King Louie had.
"Let Nala go!" Simba demanded strongly. "She's just some girl, too scared to do a thing" He rocked about in his hogtied to try and get loose but only swung like an unstable pendulum. "She's got nothing to do with this."
Nala normally would've been upset at Simba's chauvinism but was more scared for how he was being too brave as usual.
"Awwwwww," King Louie cooed in his usual taunting way while moving in closer. "A prince sticking up for the damsel in distress." He grabbed Simba by the chin and smooshed his cheeks worse that a Grandmother. "Ain't you just the sweetest thing?"
"D'awwwwww," the monkeys chimed in, hanging onto the walls of the former throne room.
Simba tried to bite King Louie's hand only for the ape to pull back nearly effortlessly. All the while, Nala blushed furiously at the thought of Simba giving himself up for her safetly.
"I like your moxie, kitty-witty," Louie claimed with a bemused smile. "Let's settle this as fellow gentlemen, shall we?" He merely pulled a small vine sticking out from the knot and undid Simba's hogtie.
Simba meowed loudly as he fell out from the tree and back first onto the stony ground. He felt his head spin from the dizziness while the chimp chortled a such slapstick. His focus came to more when King Louie leaned down to get his doofy mug all up in his face.
"You manage to draw blood from me in our little duel and your girlfriend goes free," King Louie promised. "Lose and, well, her life is mine to do with."
Simba tried to swipe at the monkey's mug but missed as he rolled on all fours. "Don't make promises you can't keep," he declared in a defensive stance.
"Fair, fair," King Louie admitted while bouncing backwards for distance. "Just practice what ya preach, kitty-witty."
Simba pounced up towards King Louie's doofy mug and... stopped in mid-air. He felt a hand hold him up by the scruff of his neck. King Louie's hand. Simba tried to at least swipe his paws at the monkey's giant mouth but found him just an inch too shy. King Louie's obnoxious laughter was the salt to the wound.
His and all his lackeys crowding around to guffaw at his failure.
"So far, I'd say I wish I 'messed' with y'all sooner," King Louie cackled. "Lemme do ya a solid, kitty witty, and show you how a real King enforces his rule."
Simba was suddenly pulled to his right and around King Louie by the chunky chimp's left hand. The lion cub had no time to prepare himself before his snout was shoved and pressed in between the orangutan's big buttocks.
"Mmmmmm! MMMMMMMM!"
And big was an understatement. Whatever protest Simba attempted was swiftly muffled when all that could be seen of his face was a pair of alarmed eyes, pupils shrinking in shock. All it resulted in was inhaling the musky stench from King Louie's unwashed buttcrack.
Simba's brow knit from what was the highest level of cringe he'd ever experience. He tried to push off with his paws and kick his hind paws but King Louie's hold was near ironclad. The worst part was listening to Louis's subjects and their color commentary.
"Smells like daisy, don't it?"
"Cut a point-blank, King!"
"That'll teach ya for acting all cocksure."
Nala shut one eye and winced at such a cringe worthy sight. The prince of the Pride Lands, Mufasa's son, her best friend. Forced to smell the suffocating stench of a simian's sized-up seat. She didn't know how to feel about it. Embarrassed to be pals with a humillated lion cub? Sorry that Simba was going through this? Grossed out period?
"Real kings aren't popped out of some bitch's babymaker, kitty," King Louie sneered. "Real kings create themselves and earn their own subjects." He looked around at the chimps who were laughing at the gross-out comedy routine. "They certainly don't smell a monkey's butt."
Simba could hardly concentrate with the stench overwhelming his sinuses and making his eyelids droop. Try as he might to stay awake, the humiliation he felt made it harder and harder to fight it.
"Simba, no!" Nala cried out when two monkeys dropped down beside her, cackling all the while.
"Oh, unhand my little soy boy," one to the left jeered, trying to sound all girly.
"He can't take the smell of monkey butt!" the other pretended to whine.
Nala found her heart sink as they cackled. She couldn't understand how cruel they were or how they could just treat this bullying like it was sport.
Simba gasped in the deepest breath while King Louie pulled him out from his butt-crack. He borderline hyperventilated from the fresh air he desperately took in. However, his relief was overwritten by his deep shame for having been forced into such a crude position.
King Louie lifted him up to meet Simba's scowl with a smirk of satisfaction. "Woo-wee," he cried, trying to way away the stink on Simba. "This kitty needs a bath."
"Fight me for real!" Simba tried to roar only to cough from all the musk he had inhaled. "That wasn't a battle, that was bullying."
"And here I was trying to a li'l cute," King Louie insisted innocently enough. "Tho' if ya wanna get real..." He leaned in with his affable smile becoming an evil smirk. "...then ya only got yerself to blame..."
Simba found himself being pressed against a wall by Louie's right hand before the chunky chimp bend over and swung around. The prince taste a nasty slice of humble pie when the king's collossal caboose pinned him to wall. Simba was at least thankfully that his head was only just over Louie's buttock but felt his fore-paws too pinned down to even try clawing his way out.
Even his hind paws were sticking out from under Louie's legs and under too much pressure to even poke him. He wriggled all he could and grit his teeth but Louie's excersion was ironclad. And the stench of an unwashed hide was just the cherry on top. Simba winced when he felt his nostrils invaded by such a funk that came close to putting him in a coma if he wasn't so stubborn.
Nala had the perfect view of Simba's distress and the growing grin of glee on King Louie's face. The monkeys didn't help as they doubled over in laughter from the crude comedy on display. "Oh, Simba..." she whispered with such guilt yet such affection. She felt touched that he was doing all this for her but also awful that it was because of her that he was being humiliated like this.
"This... is... nothing..." Simba grunted, feeling the hefty hide press against his torso firmly. "A... king can... take anything..."
"Anything, kitty-witty?" King Louie chortled, relishing in how Simba relished in his attitude. "Even a python's mighty coils?"
"A what?" Simba asked in confusion, wiggling his neck for all the good it could do.
"I always admired those big ass snakes," King Louie went on, slowly digging his hiney into his little plaything. "They wrap around their meal and really squeeze the life out of it."
Simba felt the chimp's caboose pressing more of its girth upon his already immobilized both. He started too find it harder to breath and even harder to handle the pressure. His inhale and exhales slowly morphed into wheezes like he was aging a century by the second.
"They always make a point of taking it nice and slow with their constrictions," King Louie went on with a more evil grin growing on his face. "It's not enough to kill their prey for food." He glanced back for a good look at Simba's face going red. "They gotta make sure whoever crossed them knows how much they done goofed."
"...can't...breathe..." Simba hacked out, still gritting his teeth to tough it out. Just when the tight squeeze seemed to be at its worst, it only grew and grew harder to endure the suffocation.
"Their prey, all the while, is left to stew in their despair," King Louie continued to gloat. "To realize how their sad existence is about to be snuffed out without a second thought." He resisted the urge to really sit on Simba all the way. "If they hadn't been so foolished, they might've had the air to beg for their lives."
Simba felt a way of fatigue overwhelming his sense from the lack of air and the immense pressure combined. This... couldn't be happening. He was once prince of the Pride Lands. Son of the mighty Mufasa. Heir to a vast kingdom. Was this how he was going to be remembered? Slowly killed beneath a monkey's huge hide?
"Please, your majesty, I beg of you!" Nala begged anxiously, tearing up over Simba being choked. "He needs to breath!"
"D'awwwww," King Louie cooed, pouting over the lioness cub's distress. "How can ah say no t' dat face?" He cackled with the rest of his monkey minions. "Y'all heard the li'l lady." He winked at those viewing Simba's torture. "Who thinks mah kitty cushion deserves something inhale?"
A chorus of eager "Ooo, ooo, ooo, ah, ah, ah!"s chimed with many knowing exactly what King Louie was getting at.
"Well, kitty-witty, y' heard 'em," King Louie jeered. "Time ah cut ya li'l slack."
Simba's instincts told him that there were strings attached to this reprieved even through the fatigue. They were proven right when he heard a rumbling from King Louie's bowels.
BRAAAAAAAPPPPPTTTTT!
A loud fart erupted from Louie's butt and blasted the stinkiest stench straight into Simba's face. The cub's eyes teared up from the potent pong on top of the fumes invading his nostrils. He could breath alright but it was nothing but flatulence.
BRAAAAAAAAPPPPPTTTT!
"Maybe witha side o' cheese while we're at it," King Louie jeered.
BRAAAAAAAPPPPPTTTTT!
As per the maturity they displayed up until now, the monkeys nearly double over with laughter both over Simba being farted on and the farts being so funny to hear. Nala could only feel her guilt grow over Simba taking all this punishment for her.
The ex-prince felt himself even more overwhelmed by the repulsive flatulence with one fart after another. This time he found his vision fading faster than ever. Getting crushed to death was one thing but farted to death? It was like the universe believed the stampede wasn't enough for him to go through.
"Na... la..." Simba choked out, holding onto the thought of his love even as he finally passed out...
To Be Continued...
A real kind also knows how to endure a mean blast of gas. Sorry Simba...
