King of Her Ass [short story]

On the prowl, looking for an easy kill, a powerful lion hunted for his prey. Approaching a watering hole, he admired his well-toned, bulky body. Ardeshir fancied himself an apex predator. As far as he was concerned, none matched his speed, strength, wits or ferocity. All who challenged him fell by his paw, teeth, tactics or strength. There was little which he feared.

Silently creeping around the waters, Ardeshir spied a lone a lone hippo taking a dip. Surely, on her own, she would be no match for me? He thought. That was foolish, of course--she likely could have made a meal out of him by herself. The fierceness and power of hippos is vastly underestimated. Their jaws alone could crush almost any who crossed them. Still, Ardeshir had taken some before, even if it had taken more effort than most. Unbeknownst to him, however, this one would not be taken so easily. This one was a particularly powerful mage.

Once she noticed this hapless lion sneaking up on her (rather unsuccessfully), she cast her spell. At a wave of her hand, a strange light shot out at him. He was engulfed in octarine light. He felt a rush of sensations assault his body; what felt at once like tingling, stabbing needles, heat, dizziness, and a fiery surge in his very heart. His size reduced by half every second. He finally stopped at six inches high. Tiny, trapped and powerless, he stood before her mighty frame. Up close, he could now see all the scars left by greater predators than himself. They, too, had tried to take her down for their meal. They, too, had failed--many winding up as her food instead. This time, however, it was not her stomach which felt hungry. At that moment, she had a different taste, and a different destination in mind for him. It wasn't long until she had stuffed him into her puckered, sizable anus. Only his torso protruded from her rear.

 The once-mighty lion roared "HEY!!! LEMME OUT OF HERE, I'M THE KING OF THE JUNGLE DAMNIT!!!" as his muscular form pushed against her butt cheeks, trying to loosen her grip. His feeble protests did little good. He could not free himself. His struggles only increased her ass' pull on him. His strength did little more than tickle and pleasure the titanic hippo. Slowly, inexorably, he was swallowed. Deeper and deeper, he plunged into her squeezing depths.

Eventually, his entire diminutive form was completely swallowed, consumed by her ass. She could feel his continued struggles, squirming inside her. Ripples of pleasure surged from her rectum and through her body. It was heaven for her. Inside, the lion tried sharing his remorse; tried appologising for his arrogance and stupidity. He pled to be let out. She could hear these, too... and blissfully ignored them.

Would he be let out? Eventually. But not before he learned his lesson...