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Living in the jungle had always up and downs in the so-called 'circle of life', where absolutely everyone had their place, usually above or under the other. Although in these parts, there were some exceptions to that rule, since most of the predators chose better places to hunt, finding these lands scarce with prey, unless they counted millions of bugs of slithering worms.

Even if that was true, there were still some animals who found this sanctuary to be perfect for their lazy endeavors, not having any worries, just eating, sleeping, or simply getting fat. Patheric in eyes of some, but probably everyone thought about such uncomplicated existence, especially with great company.

Timon, a short-sized meerkat of tiny but skilled hands, couldn't believe his luck after finding dozens of flabby, almost bursting with flavors, and colorful bugs. None of his prey even begged for mercy, quickly ending in his greedy mouth, usually bitten in half to finally end up in a flat stomach. The place where he resided was great too, right on top of his best and only friend, scarlet-colored warthog - Pumbaa himself.

The swine lazed on his back, surrounded by rather deep mud where only his head and massive belly were visible. The larger male always enjoyed being messy, not minding his smell and general disarray. As the 'Hakuna Matata' saying went, he didn't find any troubles at all, even if he unconsciously created them for others.

While they snacked, Pumbaa suddenly let out a powerful, vibrating burp, at the same time raising the mud-covered tail to let out other gasses from the second orifice, creating a plethora of bubbles right in the mud, releasing a foul small with each loud pop. Timon sighed, although used to his friend's anatomy, often creating smells that would knock out even an elephant. After he was done, the meerkat continued snacking.

"You know, Timon. I was thinking." Pumpa said, with his gravelly voice, which could cause even most patient animals to wince. 'Oh no', meerkat thought, knowing already where this was going. Whenever Pumbaa used that little brain of his, it often ended with more sighs and just rolling of the eyes. But sometimes it led to something interesting.

"And what exactly did you think about? I'm currently more interested in a better place for our scavenging. These little fellows don't taste that great anymore. They could use some more... spiciness. You know what I mean?"

"Ugh..." the cogs in the hog's head moved with great effort, trying to concentrate on the best response. Instead, Pumbaa just returned to his previous thought. "I was thinking about our life in general. We're just lazing in mud, eating bugs, drinking water, relieving ourselves in bushes, and going to sleep. What if we did something else, like adventure? Or since we knew each other for so long, help each other with basic needs, like having sexual intercourse."

"You and your ideas. Perhaps you should let me think from now on since you're struggling with it." Then he pondered about what the rotund friend said, during the rambling. The little meerkat rubbed his chin, before opening his eyes wide, having an idea. "Hey, I know. Since we know each other for so long, we could have some fun. The one that the kids shouldn't read about.

Before the hog could make any response to that, Timon already made his way through the hill-like stomach, traveling towards the swine's fatty groin. He wasn't sure why never thought of that before, seeing his friend's lower body parts countless times, but never actually using them, settling on touching himself alone at night. All of these times, he had solutions for his needs right before his very eyes.

The meerkat landed in the mud, spreading the hog's thick legs, to look at the gigantic ballsack, partially submerged in the dirt. While they looked inviting enough, Timon preferred something straightforward, waiting for him right above the sizeable, perfectly shaped orbs. The currently soft, incredibly thick member just begged for some attention. And meerkat had just a thing, to please it with the amazing skill of his agile fingers.

Pumbaa suddenly inhaled, when his pal massaged the flopped, generously sized shaft using small hands to forcefully wake it up for some proper fun. The warthog moaned out loud, right after Timon climbed the ballsack for better access, taking all of the smell which attacked his nostrils. The musk was always that powerful, but he never was that close to his dearest friend, getting excited in the process.

The meerkat smiled proudly to himself, seeing how Pumbaa's cock towered before him, extending impressively while exposing most of the meaty head, releasing more feral scents. He took a long whiff, right before extending his little tongue and licking all that sweat from the skin, pleasuring the hog in the process. He used not only his hands but his whole arms and the rest of his puny body, stroking the shaft up and down. The hog couldn't find words for this situation, letting out a mixture of groans and huffs.

Timon thought about changing his initial plans, almost sure that if Pumbaa releases the whole load, he will probably just turn over and nap for several hours, leaving his friend unsatisfied. The meerkat smirked mischievously, having few options on how to proceed further. First was just jumping onto the throbbing, meaty pole and doing most of the work while getting impaled all the way through. And the second...

"Raise your ass, I have another idea." He eventually said, jumping down onto the dirt, and waiting for his friend to comply. The giant pile of lard groaned, used to the lack of effort, and raised his rump, giving meerkat access to what lay beneath, somewhat not questioning friends' decision.

Timon took all that released, foul smell like a champ, staring directly into the abyss, which was Pumbaa's sizeable, deep, and wide asshole. Chuckling at his brilliance, the smaller creature approached the dark pit, sliding his whole arms inside without thinking, grasping strongly at the inner muscles.

Warthog's grunts intensified, not feeling anything like this in his whole life, getting the best kind of kneading he could ever imagine. Not even the largest farts could ever possibly massage the insides in a such distinguished way. The already rigid, twitching shaft bobbed up and down, silently begging for more attention. But Timon ignored such pleas, getting deeper and deeper inside pal's ass.

Pumbaa dug deep into the mud with his strong hooves, while Timon explored the tight, musky interiors, his body eventually half-through past the entrance. Wanting a taste, Timon used his tongue to lick the twitching inner walls, tightening around his feeble figure, along with the loud moans. He enjoyed that, pleased with his talent, seeing how satisfied the hog is. Although it was merely a beginning.

The meerkat continued moistening the inner muscles, kneading them at the same time with all fingers, finally feeling something else. Along the resounding groans, something hot and almost slimy in texture hit his back, warming him up while coating it with a currently unknown substance. Timon left his friend's ass, wondering what was exactly happening, not believing that the hog would cum already.

Pumbaa kept wheezing, letting out a copious amount of clear fluid out of the cockhole, close to the probably gigantic climax. Not able to stop him, Timon watched his pal turning over onto his legs, apparently over hypersensitive after all of the deep, sensual touchings. Dictated by primal instincts, warthog knew only one thing to relieve him. And the answer was right before his eyes.

"Woah, there. I was getting right into it. But before you force me to milk that dick with my hands, why not use something better instead?" He asked, oblivious to Pumbaa's plans, which aligned perfectly with his. "Let me get into the position first, alright? And if you could, take it easy. Is that fine?"

Judging by looking inside Pumbaa's eyes, Timon already knew that behind them was little to no thought, or rather less than usual. As a meerkat, he could hide and brace himself for the inevitable, dropping into the mud with exposed miniature asscheeks, with barely visible orifices between them. The ravenous warthog exhaled audibly, waiting for that.

He lined up the gargantuan in comparison shaft, prodding against the tiny entrance while Timon was already head deep in the piles of mud, by the sheer size of a such magnificent, immensely twitching cock. He dug his nails into the dirt, preparing himself for the blissful pain mixed with the joy he truly needed.

The warthog continued grunting, still in his significantly more feral, maybe even apex form. Not caring about his friend's comfort, he pushed his hips forward, forcefully pushing the virile-scented member forward, eventually getting past the entrance. Pumbaa sighed in relief, ignoring Timon's sudden gasps, who had no strength left to exhale, with air trapped in his lungs.

Pumbaa got himself more comfortable, sliding even deeper, using meerkat like a toy, inserting the tip into the stomach, creating a visible, gigantic bulge. Without any warning, the warthog lovered his whole, chubby body right onto his pal, almost crushing each of his bones. Luckily for Timon, he only ended up being smothered in the piles of dirt, still ravaged by a hungry beast, not seeing any chance of escape from this situation.

Not able to breathe, meerkat only felt how the massive rod attacked his insides like each organ was massaged by the ridiculously sized dick. Rutted mercilessly, Timon could only pray for his life, wanting to experience it without making it the last thing he did in this rather short life.

Pumbaa let out a long, vibrating moan, pulling out most of the moist, intensely throbbing shaft, right before sliding it back inside, filling most of his best friend's tiny figure. Timon was sure that soon enough he would see the very tip coming out of his mouth, while himself ending up like a shashlik, hanging lifelessly on the meaty stake. Although that wouldn't be such a bad end for him after he gave it more thought.

Twitches of the swine's member were getting stronger with each passing minute, while he smothered his dear friend almost to death. Luckily for the hurt lover, the warthog was nearly done, grunting and groaning all that time, taking deep breaths and sweating hard, while still releasing all that musky, foul smell all over the place. And eventually, it finally happened.

The colossal jet of pearly white, sticky cum shot out of the meaty, broad tip, making the meerkat catapult from the jerking shaft. Timon landed in other piles of dirt, before raising his head and inhaling rapidly, almost losing consciousness or even his own life. He turned back, looking at his friend, which was yet another mistake since Pumbaa wasn't even nearly done yet.

The warthog kept shooting out much more jizz out of the meaty pole, digging into the mud with rigid hooves, swaying the whole, chubby body in the process, close to collapsing. Pumbaa's tip was aimed directly at Timon, covering him with spunk head to toes with it, while some of it get right into his gaping mouth, filling the throat and stomach. Meerkat couldn't breathe again, while more and more bodily fluids kept invading his orifices, including nostrils. A few large drops got into his eyes as well.

Pumbaa eventually fell over onto his back with twitchy legs like a dead scarab, before his shaft softened a bit. Timon hold onto his stomach, smothered by all of these liquids, feeling like his life forces weakened. After convulsing, he finally vomited a whole amount of the thick cum right onto the dirt, gasping for air. Feeling lightheaded, he collapsed right next to his best friend, already forgetting that he almost killed him.

They both were breathing heavily, surprised at how this intercourse ended, even if it was risky and foolish. Meerkat climbed onto the sweaty and smelly stomach of the exhausted warthog, satisfied with the outcomes.

"So, what now?" Pumbaa asked.

"Same like every day. Food, water, and sleep."