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*Nala's Heart *

An Anthro Pumbaa x Nala Oneshot

The sun was burning bright up above, a curious haze obscuring her view as she crouched within the tall green and yellow savannah grasses, her throat dry but her instincts honed in. It had been a week since she'd escaped the Pride Lands to find help, the rations she had taken within her sac had only lasted five days and now the hunger was reaching her. With a dagger in her hand as she stalked through the grasses, her nose twitching at the wind, Nala was ready to take a life to maintain her own and the hope for her family. She could smell the scent of prey in the air, the distinct scent of warthog and her mouth watered... it had been so long since she'd tasted pork!

As she remained squatting in the grasses, a large fallen trunk obscuring her vision of the jungle beyond, the sound of two males singing to each other filled her plush ears. The curvy form was starting to tremble, her tail wanting to twitch and she had to double-check her prominent backside was lowered enough not to be seen. She then watched a few beetles fluttering around, hearing the soft grunting in tune of a warthog strolling out from the foliage. Her heart was trembling, her blood starting to pump heavily in excitement as she grit her teeth, pulled her ears back and waited for the chance to attack. But then her nose twitched in fascination... something was strange in the air and yet she remained with her eyes locked upon the figure emerging from the trees.

He was typical for a warthog, pot-bellied with a short, squat form and thick tusks, a long straight tail and a neat trot as he seemed to be gathering up the beetles into a woven box hanging from his hip. Nala was rather shocked, the figure was stark naked as he worked away and her eyes locked upon parts of him she'd never thought to focus upon before. The beast had a large sheath and a heavy set of balls as he padded about collecting the bugs and Nala's nostrils widened and flexed in excitement. To her shock, she was finding something in that strong, pungent musk exciting her loins and nothing had ever made her feel such a sensation before and her tail wiggled in excitement. However, Nala grit her teeth, she had heard of these jungle dwellers, the carefree figures that rejected all the laws of other kingdoms to live a semi-natural and naked life within this landscape. It relieved her guilt at the thought of killing this pig, he should have known he was at risk.

The figure had his back to her, showing off a curiously pert backside as he squatted down to lift up some rotting wood to collect up the grubs hidden within. But when Nala shifted forward, the warthog's ear flicked back towards her and she froze as he turned his head. With a soft grunt the figure called out curiously for another being, another warthog perhaps? But when there was no answer, the pig turned back around to his gathering and stood himself back up again before walking towards the fallen trunk. He gently bent over the trunk, pulling off a large beetle before he suddenly lifted his head and stared out towards the grasses. Nala was scared, the scent was so strong and so alluring that her eyes widened and she shifted forward, but not fast enough to launch into an attack. In fact, her motion alerted the boar to her presence and then he gave a bellow of fear and spun on his heel, launching straight back towards the jungle and Nala darted after him with a roar of fury!

The warthog was shrieking, calling out for a friend and there was a bleat from amongst the jungle scrub to question him. Nala was right on his heels, snarling and straining out with the dagger and her claws, but the boar was just able to keep straight out of her reach. The pig then suddenly took a strange route, steering into the large wide trunk of a broad tree, kicking himself up against the wood, bouncing away with a seeming boost and Nala had no choice but to follow, dropping her dagger as she was desperate to keep at his heels. She was panting gently, measuring her breathing but the scent of the creature kept making her slow and her head spin in frustration as she shook it. The warthog gave another shriek, a friend was calling out 'Pumbaa' and then the warthog took a narrow turn and Nala nearly shot straight past him as she skidded amongst the dead leaves and mud with a snarl of fury. Her claws slashed into the earth, leaving scrapes as she steered herself back around to gallop after the pig as he continued down a seemingly safe path.

The warthog was galloping faster than Nala could have expected, but her hunger and the strange alluring musk of the boar kept her running right at his tail. He was screaming in horror that she was going to eat him, calling out to his friend that was just echoing the cries of his name in panic. Nala had to throw away the alluring scent that teased her mind not to kill the pig and slowed her down, instead she was trying to let the instinct to hunt make her grab it and kill it. Some luck came her way as the warthog jumped one root only to fall upon another, one of his hooves wrapped up within it as he rolled onto his back, exposing his form to her as he gave a shriek of fear and Nala lunged forward! Then... something slapped into her, knocking her clean onto the ground from out of nowhere and winding her.

She saw mane, a red mane, she smelt a lion, a male and someone that she could recognise as she gasped as the figure pulled himself up from the ground beside her. Then, suddenly, Nala lunged onto the figure to fight, being kicked into the stomach and across the ground. She then lunged forward as the figure stood to fight her, the lion roaring in her face but useless as her claws raked his cheek and he tried to punch her out of the way. Then suddenly, the pair were grappling, wrestling in a way that was familiar to her and yet it infuriated her still and finally, she swung herself around and slammed the male into the ground beneath her, ready to slash his throat out before his eyes locked upon her and spoke her name. The tone was so familiar, the smell familiar and she pulled back immediately.

"Who are you?" She questioned and the lion pulled his naked form off the floor, but Nala had no care to look at his body. She looked past him for a second to see a meerkat had appeared, naked again but helping the warthog untie himself. The lioness then turned to the lion; glad the warthog was unharmed now the shock of hearing her name from a ghost had removed all sense of hunger for curiosity. As she looked towards the lion, noticing his similar eyes but a total lack of presence she had expected from him, Nala turned her head to the side and gave a sudden tilt of her head with a grimace of frustration. Then he insisted his name was Simba and then she let the scent awaken memories and suddenly she was tackled in a hug!

The pair were soon quizzing at each other, joyful and delighted to see one another as Simba then let her ruffle his mane, fussing about how straggly it was and how much they'd both changed. But as Simba then began to pester her about what she'd been doing all her life and she'd scoffed at him, her nostrils were suddenly wrinkling and looking straight past him towards the warthog. Her body was trembling at the strange scent, the way it seemed to make her stomach coil and twist, her body heat up and she could hardly focus upon the question as she remained staring firmly at the pig who was looking concerned. Simba noticed this and then turned his head about to look towards his friends before giving a firm blush.

"Yeah, I should probably introduce you... when I was out in the desert, I could have died but for these two beings, Pumbaa the warthog and Timon the meerkat. Pumbaa was eager to help because he cares about everyone and everything but Timon is always more practical and well, he knew if there was danger, I could help them. I didn't hurt you, did I?" Simba scoffed and Nala shook her head gently before she turned towards the figures and Simba beckoned them forward. The meerkat was certainly not eager to make friends, but Pumbaa stepped forward and stretched out his hoof, making a grin and insisting that it was a pleasure to make her acquaintance before gently taking her paw, lifting it to his big fat nose and gave her a firm kiss. Oddly it made Nala's hackles raise, her stomach quivering, her heart fluttering as the strong odour of the hog overwhelmed her senses and almost made her faint as Simba smiled. "As you can see, I'm sure Pumbaa doesn't take the chase to heart."

"I hope not... I was desperately hungry and well, being out there without much food and water..." Nala began, blushing over how she'd acted and then the warthog just smiled and swung his satchel about, pulling out a large object that looked like some kind of fruit. He cracked it open against a nearby hard root and there was a sticky juice within as he passed a half over to Nala and insisted she sat down and drink it. He was smiling warmly, clearly he didn't take it to heart and she could not be happier as she settled down on the forest floor beside the pig. The juice was gorgeous, but the more she drank of it the more her nostrils quivered at the scent of the warthog sitting beside her and grinning affectionately. She then heaved a sigh of relief and lowered the fruit before turning towards Pumbaa with a loving smile. "Thank you, I can't express how grateful I am, not only for this but your forgiveness and your protection and care of my friend Simba."

"Oh, it's a pleasure... he's a great lion and it's charming to meet such a lovely lioness as you... you certainly are beautiful." Pumbaa beamed, trying to sound as happy and joyful as seemed to come naturally and yet each movement made Nala stare at him even more profoundly as her nostrils quivered. His scent was just oozing out from his form, trickling into her nostrils to make her shudder and heat was forming within her. She was quite sure that it was making something else happen too, but she shook her head of that thought, assuming that was more to do with being around a male like Simba again. But Pumbaa then beckoned her to wait there and he would prepare her a meal that she was bound to enjoy. It just made her flush in embarrassment to think that this pig was being so very, very kind to her when she had clearly attacked him and Simba settled beside her before Timon gave a scoff.

"I hope you like bugs because there's no 'carnivore-ing' around here. We're a free society and we don't accept fights or anything else!" Timon snarled at her in irritation, clearly he was not impressed by her presence here and Nala could understand. She could not smell any females around here and she had heard before of the strange 'free' societies that weaker males lived in where females did not tell them to cover up or expect them to raise their kids or work to collect food for the family. It was the complete bachelor life-style and it surprised her to think that Pumbaa was here when he seemed so kind. Timon though settled beside her and eyed her up furiously. "So fate's allowed you to turn up and meet Simba after all these years, how come no one came looking for the cub when he first had to run for his life?"

"Puh... because we all were told he was killed alongside his father. You've got no idea what we've all been suffering since then... we've been starving, the place overrun by hyenas and well... look, I don't want to darken this mood. Right now, I'm just so relieved that I could cry, not only have I found my oldest friend alive and well, but I've found somewhere clearly safe." Nala stated and to her surprise, suddenly Pumbaa had stopped whatever he was doing behind a tree and then came galloping over to her side. He sat down beside her immediately, hooking his hooves around her in a loving hug before Simba could even have the chance and Nala suddenly swooned into his arms. She was then lounging in his lap, nuzzling against his thigh in thanks although Pumbaa now blushed as he patted her shoulder gently to soothe her.

Nala's eyes though were locked around the heavy balls of the pig where the scent was emanating, filtering up to her and smothering her nostrils in this gorgeous scent that was flooding her body and making her blood boil. She was practically trembling against him, her whole body quivering as she felt her snatch moisten in anticipation and she could feel something inside her body changing, something that she could swear was in fact her body starting to ovulate without the need for the touch of a male. All it was that made her nose quiver and flooded her body with this excitement was this pig's scent and she almost looked towards his slightly swelling length, clearly he liked her heat against him but was being a perfect gentle-fellow about it. Better still, as Nala's body was trembling as her body seemed desperate for the pig and her eyes were even looking towards the shaft of this hog... it was larger than Simba's and she almost wanted to drop her head to groom it or push her bosom into his face and see if it might entice him.

"Anyway... you better get back to cooking there Pumbaa, Simba can take his lady friend somewhere to wash up." Timon barked gently and Nala straightened up suddenly, her bosom heaving as she pushed her arms forward to improve the look of it to entice the hog. He was staring up at her softly, his expression affectionate, but then Simba stood up and patted Nala's shoulder as a rather awkward look fell upon Pumbaa for being told off. Timon was clapping his foot against the ground as he waited for the lioness to get up and move and she did, almost purring as she walked to know that Pumbaa's scent was clinging to her fur and she did not really want to wash it off at all!

Simba led her down to a pool not too far out of sight of where Pumbaa was cooking, she was led to a waterfall and encouraged to strip, but her eyes locked onto him to tell him to push off. Simba blushed heavily and then turned around to leave her in the beautiful and tranquil area. Nala sighed heavily and then gently removed her clothes, eager to have the wash and feel the cold water upon her fur after so long running in the dust of the desert. But then she was stepping over into the falls, quickly stepping under it and then moaning as she just let it trickle onto her body with a soft sigh of affection. But then as she scrubbed her paws through her ears, knocking the dirt and dust from the plush round ears, her nostrils quivered to catch a growing scent of that pig again.

Her eyes flickered towards the top of the hill where she could just see Pumbaa with a bowl of whatever stew he made walking down towards her and her tail flicked about in excitement. Perhaps she could entice him as she sat herself onto her knees on a rock beneath the falls, balancing her plump backside onto her feet and making sure her tail was lifted so it was on display to the approaching warthog. Then she stretched her paws upwards into the spray, practically lounging back to show off her curvaceous form to the pig as she made sure her impressive bust was visible to him as she kept stretching and moaning and she looked around to spot him coming down to her. As she made a point to lean back and just let the water trickle down her belly as she moaned softly, feeling it cooling the heat within her body, Nala's aqua eyes spotted the pig approach and then turn to be polite and she tilted her head to the side.

"For a 'free' lifestyle that doesn't require clothes... you don't have to be so shy around me naked... Pumbaa... I certainly would not hold it against someone as endearing as you." Nala whispered, rolling onto her front on the wet rock and purring out towards him as Pumbaa blushed still before gently laying the stew down and then turning to leave, informing her he did not want to interrupt. But Nala then gave a soft chuckle and beckoned him to stop, asking if he could help scrub the dirt on her back and Pumbaa turned around quickly. With a beaming smile and that innocent and endearing nature that meant he wanted nothing more than to help anyone out, Pumbaa came trotting over onto the rocks and then settled himself down on a rock beside her.

He leant over her back, ignoring her tail swinging over his shoulder to stroke him tenderly as he then rubbed his hooves against her back, grasping at her soft flesh and his own tail was suddenly up in pleasure to feel at her body. Nala gave a moan of pleasure as Pumbaa continued to rub at her body and then she was purring more loudly as he helped scrub her back and she breathed in that gloriously strong scent, feeling her womb burning with excitement. Shen then gave a soft chuckle and rolled onto her front, asking gently if he would give her stomach a bit of a rub and Pumbaa was blushing but she could see the tip of his long cock probing out of his sheath, his great balls clenching with his own growing interest and she gently stretched her paws out to grasp his hooves. She lay them upon her belly below her breasts, whispering gently that she owed him and Pumbaa gulped heavily as he smiled sweetly down at her, his slightly swollen cock still probing the air as Nala then began to rub the water onto her breasts in front of him, her whole body on fire for the pig's attention and the way just his cock probing the air was filling it with a new and exciting musk.

"You've got very tender hooves, Pumbaa... what's such a gentle hog like you doing out here?" Nala purred to him and Pumbaa gave a soft blush before lowering his head in upset. What else could he say but the truth, he was never one to lie and so he informed her that there were two reasons. He sighed as he explained that he had once been titled 'Mr Pig', a nickname for the toughest warthog around, but though he'd been a good fighter he'd always shown such gentility aside from it and the others had laughed, so he'd left the warthogs, but then his potent stench, which had been pleasing to his kind, made others reject him. Only Timon had understood and led him somewhere that the opinions of others did not matter... but Pumbaa received a shock as suddenly Nala's soft paws were stroking his cheeks as she stared at him coyly. "I don't find your scent offensive... I find it quite alluring..."

"You... you do?" Pumbaa looked shocked, he could feel his member bouncing and pinging in excitement to hear that such a voluptuous beauty as this actually wanted to have something to do with his scent. It made him shiver in excitement to think that he could have impressed her and then he felt something strange as she bent forward, her soft nose pressing towards his great snout and his body trembled. Was he about to kiss her? Was it alright for him to kiss her? Pumbaa could hardly believe it and Nala's blood was boiling, her womb twisting in delight to think that she might have the chance to couple with this animal. But just as they were about to kiss, the sudden sharp bark of Timon echoed down against the thrumming of the waters and the hammering of their hearts.

"Pumbaa! Come on, are you going to serve us or what?" The meerkat was stamping his foot at the top of the slope and clearly looking towards the warthog with sharp eyes. Pumbaa felt as if he were in serious trouble and Timon was his best friend, so he certainly did not want to make him angry and swiftly he got up and departed. He left the food for Nala and she stared up at Timon sharply in return as she lounged within the water and then lay herself back into the spray. She grimaced at the thought she'd lost a chance and she sighed as she looked to her belly, daydreaming that it could possibly be swollen with piglets and cubs... what a lovely thought that would be. She could just see Pumbaa loving a large litter of babies fussing around him and needing cuddles from their warty farther. It made her groan to think it, lounging back and dropping a paw to stroke at her belly.

She could almost see it swollen beneath her paw, feel it shift and bounce with the babies squirming within as she sighed and then imagined that pig holding her paw and looking down to her so lovingly. She was very enamoured with his sweetness, after so many years trapped in the dark of the Pride Lands, fearing the day Scar might get bored of waiting for her to mature or their hyena captors might decide to sample the fur... Pumbaa was something different. He was just sheer joy upon short little stumpy legs with shiny black hooves and a pot belly. He was gorgeous in his own special way and Nala sighed... she certainly wished that meerkat had not interrupted everything!

When it was time to settle for bed, Nala had already been barged into a situation where she was lounging within a vine hammock with Simba. The male lion and her had been talking about old times and so far she had not felt the desire to tell him the truth about back home, just far too interested to know about everything he'd experience out here and everything about the others. Nala was keen to hear how Pumbaa was in raising him and Simba was smiling, telling her all about how kind and loving he was, how he always knew he was safe with Pumbaa around to leap in should he need it. They mused it was the reason he'd reacted so swiftly to her being after him and Nala apologised for it again. Somehow, Simba was giving her the kind of knowing expression that best friends had that someone was very much in awe of that warthog and Simba was swift to beckon her out of the hammock.

"Come on... it looks like it'll be a chilly night, you might as well settle down with the other two... they'll be warm!" Simba grinned and Nala had to give a soft blush of appreciation before hopping off and barging him gently. He barged her back, the pair of them sniggering and Pumbaa and Timon watched with Timon giving a grumble. He was making a few mutters about Simba needing to let off some steam with a girl but Pumbaa was not pleased of that lackadaisical tone of the meerkat regarding this young lioness. Timon was content to ignore Pumbaa's concern about his tone but Timon was then sneering as Nala was brought over towards their ground beds and Simba gave a grin. "Hey Pumbaa, is Nala alright to sleep between us, she's been sleeping on her own in the freezing desert the past few nights, I don't think she'd want to be in the cold again and you're damn warm!"

"But of course... if I can help, I will help!" Pumbaa grinned in delight, happy to do whatever he could to make her feel comfortable and Nala blushed, fluttering her lashes as she sat down on his other side. Pumbaa then pulled up a few of his hand-woven grass blankets and beckoned her underneath one that he usually shared with Simba. She was quick to slip under, rolling into him and snuggling against his shoulder with a soft coo of thanks as he blushed but insisted she was welcome. Timon scowled as he settled down beside the warthog with a grumble about females always needing total attention. Simba then settled in on the other side, throwing his blanket over her and him and then settling for sleep quickly in the cool dark, but it was clear how warm Nala was and how good she smelt as Pumbaa breathed it in with a shudder as Nala nuzzled into his neck.

She pressed as close to him as she could, inhaling his strong aroma, her womb boiling and screaming for attention from the fat cock and heavy balls below. She was pressed up to him as close as she could, ashamed she could not be naked right not because then she'd ensure her watering pussy was pressed against his sheath. She could not help but want to giggle and grin at the sly thought of doing such a thing and just tickling his potbelly with a paw then down to his thigh, making him pop up just a little so he might accidentally impale her and they would have no choice but to fuck as quietly as possible between these two beings. The thought of such a sneaky liaison made her nipples strain out and her snatch moisten even more.

She nuzzled against Pumbaa gently, kissing just slightly as his shoulder and moaning softly, she felt him tremble in pleasure to get the affection but it was also worrying. He was feeling her body warm against him, feeling his balls clench and his cock twitch because part of him just wanted to kiss her lovingly, roll onto her and then make love to her under the moonlight. But Pumbaa was a private hog and he was not keen on the thought of taking Nala from Simba, because Timon told him that Simba and Nala were clearly supposed to be an item and it saddened him greatly. No one had complimented his smell in so long, she was so beautiful but there was also something about how sweet and loving she was that made his heart hammer as much as his blood. He wished he could try for a relationship with her, but he loved Simba like a son and he would never steal from his son.

That night Nala remained snuggled into Pumbaa's body, sighing and lovingly nuzzling at him as she let her dreams be filled with the scent of this pig and the thought of a fat belly of his piglets. She was joyful in all her dreams, living with Pumbaa, being held against him with his stomach pushing into her to make her gasp loudly as she dreamt of his thick form filling her straight into the womb and spilling his seed into it to bring them future happiness. It made her very, very happy and she sighed lovingly before she then grasped his body tightly to kiss the warthog's cheek to make his eyes widen in shock. He was feeling so strange, utterly adoring this lioness and her sweet, curiously intoxicating scent....

In the middle of the night though, Nala woke up at the sound of something coming near them and she noticed that Simba had walked out and was following whatever was making a funny singing sound. Nala stood up, strolling after him with a curious expression of fascination as she watched Simba looking towards something in the trees. Then it disappeared and Simba was looking about in confusion before suddenly Nala stepped to his side and lay her hand onto his shoulder and turned to look at him. He asked her about what he'd seen and Nala's eyes widened, she knew who he meant and it was time to talk.

With a heavy sigh she sat him down nearby and together they began to discuss the situation back home in the Pride Lands and why Nala was here. She knew he would be upset to hear it, that he would be shocked, but she was startled by his scoffing on the matter. But worse still, as she began to press on the point that he had a responsibility to the pride, to his own mother's wellbeing and that he needed to save them for the sake of his father, Simba did not react well! Simba though began to insist he was not king, that he had nothing to do with this and suddenly he was storming off as Nala barked at him in fury. She would have galloped after him to try and force the point, but then she felt some gentle hooves hooked about her paw as she turned to look at Pumbaa in surprise.

"I knew you'd come here to collect him, but I didn't think that Simba was that important. I heard what you had experienced, what you'd feared coming to you... I wouldn't let that happen, neither would Timon, nor Simba." Pumbaa stated, but though he and Timon had both been listening in, the meerkat was not eager to accept the situation or acknowledge that Simba could be so powerful. In Timon's mind this was a serious situation, this damn female was ruining all his contentment with all this bad energy and feeling of responsibility she was bringing to them all and he could not stand it. But Pumbaa thought differently and it just made him sad to think that this must mean that Nala was destined for Simba, promised even and it broke his heart as he spoke. "You're a truly brave lioness and I feel sad that you had to suffer... I guess you have a promise to Simba and that is why you're so determined."

"I did..." Nala stated, a lump in her throat as she said it, she certainly did not want to admit to that old piece of writing when right now she wanted nothing more than to stay here with Pumbaa, but the warthog was quick to hold her again to him tightly and nuzzle against her. Clearly, he could sense her feelings and she was glad he did understand... if only Simba could. Pumbaa then beckoned her to follow him back to sleep, knowing that everything would become clear in the morning and Nala gave a sigh. Their bodies separated for a moment, but then his hoof was latched firmly around her paw as he waddled back to the bed, beckoning her to cuddle up against him and she did. Being held protectively, lovingly and willingly by this warthog was a wonder and it made her heart tremble in joy as she nuzzled up against him, soaking in his scent and then falling asleep against it.

The morning came with an unexpected piece of news from an unexpected source as suddenly a shocking monkey was bouncing around in the trees above them and seemed determined to throw some clothing down to Timon and Pumbaa. This had the meerkat giving a shriek of fury at the gall of the baboon until Nala recognised Rafiki and asked if he'd seen Simba. The crazy mandrill just cackled and insisted to them that 'the king has returned' and beckoned for them to go and join. Of course, there was no confusion on her part, Nala had to go and liberate the pride and her mother from the hyenas and Pumbaa was quick to agree too. However, Timon mumbled a little protest until he was finally kicked into joining them and the three of them began to journey, following Simba's tracks until they met him up on the edge of Pride Rock and once Nala was sent to gather the lionesses, the others were left to do whatever they could in the matter.

It was not long before Simba revealed himself, Scar tried to convince everyone to be against him and despite the claim that Simba had killed Mufasa, the lionesses still stood firm. When Simba seemed to face the matter and face Scar, the world was suddenly exploding in violence and battle. Nala was quickly fighting hard alongside her mother, listening out for any sign of Pumbaa in case he needed help, but it sounded like the boar was on a roll. There was utter chaos as fire gripped about the castle of Pride Rock and then it was clear to see Simba and Scar fighting on the parapets. The sight of it caused the hyenas to back off, moving to where they might catch up with Scar and rescue him. But then there was the scream of Pumbaa charging around nearby to distract Nala as she lunged for him.

"Pumbaa! The place is on fire, you have to help me get everyone away or we'll burn to death..." Nala stated with a look of fear upon her face but the pig gave her a firm and confident look as he pointed his hoof towards the sky. Despite her fears that the fire might engulf the sun-dried landscape utterly, the storm clouds above were preparing to break with a torrent of rain and Nala's heart was suddenly pounding in excitement as she looked up at the sky and then towards Pumbaa with a smile. "Are you sure it's going to rain?"

"I've been living in a rainforest; I always know when it's going to rain... we've just got to hope for Simba!" Pumbaa stated his head up towards the parapets where the battle raged on ahead. Nala grasped his hoof back firmly in response, her whole-body trembling with terror as the storm rumbled overhead by the fire raged around more violently. At one point the fire looked to be about to consume the area where they both stood, but somehow the pair could read the thoughts of the other that they would have no fear or upset dying together at the end of this... because they were together. However, just as the heat became so intense, they were sweating and panting, hearing Timon and the lionesses holler for them to pull back, there was the sudden scream from Scar falling down to the next turret and Simba looking down to him. The tower wreathed in frame was suddenly roaring alongside the screams of a lion and the cackles of a hyena. "I think it's over..."

Nala turned her head to him in shock, just as the rain erupted onto them and within a few heavy sheets had doused the flame. Nala gave a cry of delight as she heard Simba's roar filling the landscape - it was over, the tyrant was dead. She gave a squeak in jubilation and grasped Pumbaa about his portly form, lifting and swinging him as he joined her in laughing and hollering out in joy. It was over... it really was over; Scar's reign of terror was done! As they continued to dance in their joy, bravery overcame Nala and she let him go only to press forward with her lips to his broad snout and Pumbaa kissed back immediately.

Nala's great paws then wrapped around him, leaning in as his hooves clasped about her plump curves, squeezing and grasping tightly their lips continued to roll and massage against one another. Then their tongues slid forward, tentatively teasing their lips before each other and then their togues were steaming like the landscape in the rain. They moaned lovingly against one another, enjoying the taste and the feel, wanting nothing to stop them as the rain exploded in its great torrent upon them all, soaking them to the skin but their bodies warm pressed to one another and their breath steaming. The boar's scent was stuffing her nostrils and Nala could almost swear she felt eggs being released because of it... she had to have him and well, she was quite sure he wanted her too. The pair separated and as the rain let up and Simba roared again, Nala gave Pumbaa's hoof a tug to lead him away back to the jungle, but he paused to query her expression. Nala then looked up towards the turret and then smiled down lovingly towards Pumbaa as he stared up at her just as lovingly.

"I think Simba will understand... lets go before the rain stops and we're seen..." Nala grinned and Pumbaa gulped heavily, but the pair grasped their paws together and galloped off back towards the jungle of no worries and no prying eyes. They ran almost non-stop, only pausing when exhaustion reached them to cuddle up under the stars, their tongues and lips never too far apart and their bodies yearning but their caution to get to the jungle always holding them back. It was on the eve of their third day running at the pair came to the depths of the jungle and Pumbaa's familiar home. Once here they tidied it up and made a proper shelter for themselves to live within before flopping down to sleep, kissing gently but utterly exhausted until dawn light flickered above and Pumbaa brought her some beetle stew.

They sat and ate together, a tension building in the air between them as Nala lounged upon her front, purring loudly to keep him intrigued by her as Pumbaa took in a few heavy gulps and remained staring at her in excitement but also in anxiety. He was worried that if they indulged that would be it, Nala would suddenly leave him as soon as she was bored of his antics and that she did not want a future with him. It was the typical fear of the warthog, he had never really known someone so young and so beautiful that was so excited by him for reasons he could barely find himself able to comprehend. But when their meal was over, Nala was quick to take control as she leant forward to him, kissing his snout and then beamed.

"Pumbaa... I'm in heat... I know I am and its all your doing... I want you to fill my belly with your podgy little piglets and stay with me forever... you will stay, won't you?" Nala grasped him around the shoulders tightly, looking down at him lovingly and practically pleading him as the boar's heart was soon pounding in excitement at the thought that she was really so eager to be with him and that she did indeed want everything from him. But the thought of doing it, off her being so desperate, this made his balls clench and then Nala dropped her paws to tug at the grass skirt the monkey had given him to wear and Pumbaa gave a soft hiccup of amusement, he did not need to wear that now, did he?

As his hooves untangled the skirt from his body, he watched as Nala stood in front of him, her paws swinging back to the strap behind her back and then releasing the catch of her bikini-like top, letting her bosoms drop and the fabric flap forward, held on only by a thin string about her neck. She then bent forward towards the warthog, beckoning with her paws for him to help her. He lifted his hooves, she grasped his wrists and placed his cold, hard hooves against the warmth of her bosom before she snagged the thin string about his tusk, wriggling as he held her, shaking in shock. As she jerked her head, the thin rope slid and grazed against his tusk, straining and then snapping suddenly as the fabric fell away and there was just the great plush bosom lounging within the warthog's grip. Nala's tail flickered about, her lashes fluttered coyly and she leant her chest into him, dropping to her knees as he followed and she purred at him.

"You should massage my bosom as did my belly... they need to be hog-handled if they're ever going to be used to having piglets hanging off them... greedy little piglets...." She beamed in delight, thinking of holding onto a cluster of piglets bashing each other for the chance to feed whilst Pumbaa would be sitting their beaming at his growing hoglets. The warthog gave a firm gulp, shuddering as he felt his cock strain out and then his strong scent seemed to fill the air, tingling Nala's nostrils as she breathed it in with a sigh of ecstasy. The hog's hooves grasped and pinched, kneaded and pressed, pushing in and out, letting the nipples sit between the cloven manner of his hooves. The tight elastic flesh strained out, teased by the tender flesh between the hoof as the hardness of the nail pinched them a little and Nala purred and growled. She moaned as she felt her nubs straining out, her body heating and that great fizzing sensation in the back of her throat to tell her she was hungry for more. Swiftly she pushed his hooves away as the hog stared up at her, dumbfounded but getting very excited as she then clasped one of her firm mounds and then brought it to his great nostrils, streaking the tender teat down his tender snout, making him shiver in delight before she pushed it to his mouth. "You have to help my body learn what to expect... be rough... I can take it!"

Nala was purring loudly, her loins dampening and her stomach exploding with fire as Pumbaa gulped heavily and then gently parted his lips. Softly, he pecked and sucked, grasping the teat offered as tenderly as possible as she began to moan before he then fixed his lips about it firmly. He pressed his snout right into her breast, pushing the flesh and then he began to tug the nipple in and out with his lips, his nose pushing against the mound of flesh, forcing the nipple to stretch and Nala to moan out in delight. Her mouth was watering with the pleasure and Pumbaa was feeling very much the same, his balls tightening with excitement as his phallus started to strain out. He brought a hoof back to the other nipple, making Nala moan as his tongue teased the tip of the teat clenched within his jaws.

The more he suckled, the pressure pushing and kneading into her bosom, the more Nala could feel her clitoris groaning and straining, throbbing with firm pings to say it was getting lonely and she gave a soft moan before she clasped at her underwear. With her claws out she slashed the string of the skirt, letting it fall away before she stretched out to clasp Pumbaa's free wrist. Her claws still out she almost scratched him as she jerked his hoof down to her dripping snatch and then held him there, lifting herself and then pressing her warm, moist, soft virgin pussy over the top of the hard black hoof. She began to grind her clitoris against it, holding Pumbaa still as she soaked his hoof in her pleasure as he continued to suck before he twisted his wrist in her paw. Suddenly Nala gave out a loud moan of pleasure and pain, the thick hoof slipping along the slickened lips of her pussy and reaching the bottom, spreading to splay the lips before dragging itself back to close in a soft pinch above her clitoris, grasping it only slightly and threatening to squeeze and pinch it like a nipple before sliding back down.

Nala moaned loudly, grinding her hips against his stroking motions, glazing his hoof in her pleasure as he continued to suckle lovingly, pausing only to switch to the other nipple. After a little while, Nala could not take it anymore and she beckoned him to stop. Pumbaa did as she requested and then Nala suddenly pushed him onto his back, her nostrils red raw as she sucked in his scent. Her mouth was watering, she had to possess that scent as she pressed her mouth to his belly and then kissed downwards as Pumbaa gasped in delight. She reached his erect cock; it was almost the length of her arm and she moaned softly.

Nala rubbed her face against the pulsing length, feeling it twitch and swell as her warm body pressed to it. She nuzzled against it with dewy eyes, desperate to dress herself in the scent. Then she pushed her bosom forward, massaging the soft flesh to the rigid form as Pumbaa blushed. Her breasts squeezed his pulsing length, making the tip darken as Nala's nose twitched and she brought her mouth to the head, the rest still balanced between her breasts. Pumbaa gave a sharp inhale before a soft, leisurely sigh left his body to feel her soft warm lips stroking over his tip as tenderly as if she were kissing his lips. It made the warthog snort in pleasure as she then opened her mouth wide to take the dark coloured head in, dragging her lips across it with a soft suck before opening again to take it in. She lay her tongue against him with a moan, letting it stroke and twist around the length as she gave a heavy purr of excitement and then grasped her breasts, pushing them tightly against the throbbing form as Pumbaa just lay back with a groan of pleasure.

She continued to suckle at the tip, growling and purring in pleasure as her breasts pushed and squeezed the great phallus between them. She grasped her nipples, forcing her breasts to jiggle about, the great mounds rubbing and rolling against his form to enable the scent of the hog to coat her body as she continued to suckle at him, feeling the little bubbles of precum starting to form at the tip. Nala then gave a low moan before her tongue stroked the slit, the prickled form tickling and pinching him to make him give a sharp inhale of slight pain and then Nala paused. Her nose sniffed away firmly, but she found that the cock was not the source of the scent she wanted to bathe in to ensure she would become pregnant. She released his form, her tongue scratching and tickling down the length to his heavy, sweaty balls.

They had a stronger scent, a more delightful scent and her tail wagged about in pleasure as she allowed the cock to lean upon her forehead, her nose beneath it and sucking in the scent of the great pendulums as her tongue strained forward. As Pumbaa gave a sharp gasp of shock, he then moaned as his balls clenched and quivered, precum still bubbling out of his tip and trickling slowly down to spit on Nala's neck and shoulders as her tongue rolled around the balls. She jiggled them upon her tongue, slurping and soaking them in her saliva, sucking in their oozing odour and growling lovingly as she felt her stomach boiling and her womb reacting. Then she clenched her lips around one great rock, teasing and tonguing it, grasping, tugging and sucking slightly to make Pumbaa moan in and hiccup in pleasure as she then gave the other the same adoration. The scent exuded from this place, filling her nostrils, making her shudder as drool slid down her jaws... but even here the scent was not strong enough.

Her lips teased down in gentle pecks, kissing the great sac and then downward, kissing that thin gap of flesh before she spotted the source of the greatest scent. Pumbaa gave a squealing sound of shock but pleasure, leaning forward as if to grasp her ears and pull her away, but for her great clawed paws grabbing him around the knees and jerking his legs apart. Pumbaa was scared as she nuzzled her cheeks against his balls to feel them pinch and bounce, but her bristled tongue was sliding downward to flick the tight ring of his anus. She then pushed him onto his back, just enough that she could swing her body around onto him and start lapping at the source of the most pungent of scents as Pumbaa was greeted with the display of her soggy pussy and her own pinching backside. As she lapped and slurped at the ring, smearing her tongue in the scent before lifting it to slap the fur of her chin and under her nose, Pumbaa watched and then lifted his hooves to pry apart her sticky lips and watch them slicken and swell with the pleasure Nala felt at licking him.

Pumbaa was just as drawn to giving her some pleasure now, with her backside practically pressed to his broad snout, he snuffed it gently, but the smell of her pussy was overwhelming. There was no doubt she was in heat and his mouth began to water as his great snout filled with her exciting scent and he grasped her by the hips, pulling her back to where he could get to work himself. Pumbaa's tongue then stretched forward, his great snout pushing against Nala's backside as she moaned lovingly and continued to lap at him. When his tongue then began to flick and slip around her swelling, dew coated clitoris as she gave a sudden sharp gasp of pleasure. She moaned sharply in pleasure and her body was quivering as he continued to tease her clitoris on his tongue, feeling her getting moister from his touch, the scent becoming sweeter and of course the taste of a virgin was better than anything he could imagine.

Pumbaa groaned as he felt his tailhole widening under Nala's tongue and his cock straining to burst as the lioness' body lay over it, the cock bouncing and slapping and clapping against her breasts. It was too much, Pumbaa knew he would not be able to hold out too long and quickly he hurried to bring his tongue to Nala's dribbling gash, pushing it past the lips and stroking upward to the hole before twiddling his tongue. It made her suddenly gasp and pause, sitting right back down onto his muzzle and grinding her hips once again. Pumbaa was relieved a little of the pressure upon his cock as Nala's pert backside sat upon his snout as her hips rocked and swayed, letting the hog's tongue twirl and flick around her snatch as she moaned and grasped her breasts, squeezing her nipples and yowling softly as she felt her womb swelling with eggs and knew it was time to take things seriously.

When Pumbaa paused, Nala stood up as the hog gave a few gasps of relief before the lioness spun around to lean on his belly, dropping her soggy, boiling form onto his shaft, grinding her hips against to glaze the shaft with her pleasure. She was aware that this was needed one such a big cock to get in inside her body and she moaned as she looked down at him lovingly, her tongue hanging out as she bent forward to kiss his snout and lick her own juices off his snout as he grinned. She rocked back and forth a little, gasping every so often when the head seemed to dare to push inward but she only allow the very tip to sit inside her as she smiled lovingly. Nala then stopped and slid forward, holding onto Pumbaa's cock and grinning down at him, licking her lips in expectation as she waited for him to make a decision.

"Nala... get on your hands and knees..." Pumbaa stated with a grin, his eyes flickering intently with excitement as Nala nodded her head and then swung off him and onto her knees, crawling onto a soft patch of land and then bending. She stuffed her head almost between her spread legs to watch what was happening as she stretched her paws back to grasp her slippery snatch. She pulled the lips apart for Pumbaa to see how excited she was and Pumbaa gave a grin of delight. He stepped behind Nala and grasped his cock by the head, stroking and teasing the tip against the smaller snatch as Nala moaned and stared between her legs to watch his balls clenching and her excitement slide down her inner thighs. She was grinning and lapping her lips, excited as she waited for him to penetrate and the hog gave a grunt of pleasure before he grasped her hips and then slammed his fat form right into her, making her give a yowl of shock as any resistance was ripped asunder against his thick fat phallus.

The pig gave a grunt, thrusting and humping firmly into her snatch, thumping his body into her hips as hard and fast as he could. Nala was gasping with each penetration, groaning, grinning and moaning at his motions, her breath rattling out of her as the slapping, clapping sound of their bodies crashing together filled the landscape. His cock was sliding in and out with ease, throwing itself straight in and deep, almost puncturing through the neck of the womb as within the eggs were working down to meet the gift the hog would bring. Pumbaa grimaced and gurned, biting his lip as he pumped himself into her body as firmly as he could, his nostrils flaring with his tail up straight. He was slamming into her hard, feeling the slickness coating his cock as the pressure was punching into her to make her gasp with joy.

"It's coming soon..." Pumbaa grunted, clenching his body tightly as he hammered into her, his balls slapping her inner thigh as his portly belly pushed against her backside to increase the pressure building up in her body. Nala was gasping loudly, tears rolling down her cheeks for the heavy sensation, her spine feeling as if it was about to crack for how amazing and exciting it all was as Pumbaa grunted and continued to hammer into her. Then the pig hit the catch within as Nala gave out a roar of utter joy, her passage flooding with precious honey to make Pumbaa go faster, deeper and push right into her as she moaned loudly and strained herself forward, throwing her head back to pant and gasp as Pumbaa gave a grunt. "Mr Pig... you better call me Mr Pig if you want to have my piglets!"

Nala's ears pinged, her mouth was dry and her tongue numb as she gasped in air, she was dizzy as he continued to pump in, the wetness increasing as more pleasure rolled over to numb any pain. She groaned as she looked over her shoulder at him and then was grinning as she licked her lips in anticipation. The hog was closing his eyes, sounding like he was getting ready to give out a high-pitched squeal and that only made Nala's body hotter and wetter for him as she panted and then gave a soft moan. As she grasped at the earth to brace herself for what was going to happen, she gave out a soft cry.

"Mr Pig! You're MISTER PIG!" Nala gave a gasp as suddenly the words made Pumbaa slam into her harder than anything she could imagine as she lost her balance and slapped forward into the ground, moaning in utter delight. Pumbaa hurried and hurried, feeling his balls pinch and then suddenly her passage squeezed around him and he gave out a suddenly sharp and loud squealing sound of pleasure. From his cock a splurge of thick semen went spilling up against the neck of her womb, pouring in to fill it with a soup of seed for the eggs to eventually fall into. There was no way he could not claim a pregnancy as he remained straining upright against her sobbing, joyful form as the cum just kept spitting like a burning acid into her body before Pumbaa finally felt it ebb and he pulled out. He pulled away from her and slouched back into the grass. "Oh... my Mr Pig..."

Nala then scuttled over to his side, her tongue hanging out as she crawled towards him, her snatch leaking with her honey, his seed and a little blood to prove he'd claimed her virginity. She then lounged in his lap, sucking and slurping her taste off his cock and catching any remaining seed. Her tail swished about in delight as she stared up at him in joy and Pumbaa gave a smirk of pleasure before giving a soft snort and then smiling as happily and joyfully as ever.

"Once we've rested, we should do that again to make sure we have a huge litter!" Pumbaa grinned, suddenly imagining Nala so fat with his piglets she could barely move... it was the sexiest thing he could think of and he was so happy he had Nala's heart.

Throughout the day the jungle was singing with the roars of a lioness and the squeals of a warthog, the birds sang and teased over the scene... a lioness satisfied by her prey! For days the mating continued as the birds whispered over it and chuckled over it too, words went about the Pride Lands, telling of the strange couple and their mating escapade and though Timon was shocked by the tales, Simba was amused. He hoped the best for them and indeed, during the months that followed there were other noises coming from the jungle. Time went by and Simba was almost amused by the stories he heard about the cubs and hoglets running about the jungle, calling each other brothers and sisters and that in the night, the roars and squeals could still be heard....

The End