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"I just don't understand it anymore," Zazu admitted to a stranger who was willing to listen to his plight. That stranger was a meerkat who noticed the hornbill looking completely distressed. Timon called the avain over and invited him to sit down alongside him.

"Just when things started to make sense around here, his Highness... I mean Simba has stepped down as well!" Zazu huffed, ruffling his feathers.

Times were peaceful, but Zazu's own life was in complete chaos. He was relieved from duty as the Pride Land's majordomo. The newfound freedom would have been a joy to anyone else, but the blue bird used his duties as a distraction from his mate recently leaving him.

"Ah, don't worry about all that," Timon encouraged. "You've got a whole life ahead of you now. Plenty of time to figure out what you want to do."

The meerkat went on to explain his life motto of Hakuna Matata. His life as a carefree traveler alongside his long time partner, Pumbaa. After moving from place to place, the meerkat-warthog duo had finally settled down in the nearby oasis, finding their permanent homes.

But Timon was aware that his explanation only covered the first half of Zazu's problems. The latter half was about his gone mate, and the meerkat had no immediate solution for that.

"What you need is some time away from it all," Timon said, wrapping his arm around the avian. Zazu squawked in surprise, but he couldn't disagree with the meerkat's suggestion.

The meerkat was already taken, unable to act as a replacement for the mate Zazu lost, but the meerkat had taken a liking to the bird and offered him hospitality. Zazu accepted and Timon was all too eager to lead that way back to his little slice of paradise.

***

After reaching the oasis and taking in the vast and beautiful environment, Zazu was soon introduced to the other resident of the area, Pumbaa. The warthog was very pleased to meet the former majordomo. But Zazu himself didn't share the same sentiments. It was clear to see that the porcine was filthy. And the smell idly wafting from his body was abhorrent. It was much worse when Pumbaa got close. The prim and proper avian couldn't hold himself back. He voiced his disgust and all but demanded the quadruped to bathe.

Both Timon and Pumbaa had their reasons against it, but they were ridiculous, nonsensical, and flimsy at most. Timon claimed that a scent like that was "a part of Pumbaa's charm."

"There's nothing charming about a scent like that," Zazu huffed. He listed his own arguments against it. One of the biggest was how easy it would be for a predator to track them down. That is, if they could withstand the stench for that long...

"It simply isn't healthy for anyone to smell like that..." the hornbill went on and on until Pumbaa himself finally agreed, just to make him stop.

Timon didn't even bother explaining that the oasis was a peaceful place that was free from any predators. Instead he led Pumbaa away to the nearest body of water big enough to fit him. He helped his mate clean up, listening to Pumbaa complain and grumble the entire time.

"Aw, lighten up. We gotta help him out. He's lost his mate and the poor guy's completely lost right now. Come on, one little bath ain't gonna hurt, is it?"

Pumbaa huffed but went along with it. With the help of Timon, he was soon clean and presentable. The warthog did notice how different he felt, and it wasn't a bad feeling at all.

***

Zazu's extended stay was spent teaching the hornbill how to lighten up. Over the next few days they had actually made a lot of progress. Things were put into perspective for the avian; he was still relatively young and there were plenty out there for him to meet. With his position nulled, he could actually dedicate time to his future mate. It was then that it all fell into place for Zazu. For the hornbill was concerned, he was completely cured of the worries that plagued his mind.

But Timon and Pumbaa weren't through with him yet. It was very clear to see, but when Zazu mentioned what he and his mate used to do when they did have free time, it was painfully obvious; the avian was completely neglectful of the sexual needs his mate, as well of himself, had. Needs that often needed to be sated. It was supposed to be a way of bonding, but Zazu was always reluctant to do such a thing. The duo figured as much and were all too keen to change the avian's outlook on mating.

They offered to teach him a "hands on" lesson. They claimed it was going to be a simple start. Timon led Zazu towards Pumbaa. He had taken another bath to make the hornbill much more open to the idea. The warthog was on his back with his legs spread, showing off the length between his legs. Zazu jumped at the sight, but Timon assured him that it was alright. They were going to start out slow and with the easiest methods first. The first lesson for him was learning how to use his mouth. It sounded simple enough, but the bird was much too nervous and embarrassed to even get close enough to Pumbaa.

"Aw, come on, Zaz. You need this. Just forget about how 'improper' it might be. Trust me. You'll start feeling a lot better once you get into it."

Zazu listened to Timon's words, but he still wasn't sure. He was completely out of his element, in territory that he had never ventured before. He was eased a bit closer and Zazu could actually feel a foreign excitement underneath his fear. It was steadily growing stronger and stronger the closer he came to the flesh between the warthog's hindlegs.

Timon took a step back, letting Zazu approach on his own. He could remember how nervous he was when he and Pumbaa had their own first time. The difference in their size posed an obstacle in theory, but when they actually got together, the meerkat and warthog were surprised at how easily they made it work.

Zazu was right before the warthog's slightly pulsing length. Pumbaa gave him a small nod. Getting as close as he could, Zazu started out small. He outstretched his wing and brushed his soft feathers along the inches. Pumbaa jerked a bit and he made a sound of pleasure. The motion was repeated and when Pumbaa voiced how nice it felt, Zazu dared to climb onto Pumbaa's lower half.

Timon and Pumbaa watched as the bird took hold of the tapered shaft. He angled it and opened his beak. Remembering what Timon told him, he carefully eased the tip and the following inches inside of his mouth. The taste wasn't what he was expecting. It was a bit pleasant, and the warmth against his tongue soothed him. Those sounds continued to come from Pumbaa, reacting to the sudden wetness and heat surrounding his girth.

The moment the other male's endowment touched his tongue, Zazu could feel himself getting excited. It struck him fast and hard, making him realize just how pent up he really was. He gave into the sudden impulses and pressed his head down on the warthog's shaft. It was done once, twice, and a third time. His tongue slipped over and around the length, flicking up and down while he pressed the whole thing inside, as much as he could fit, before pulling himself back. Every time, Pumbaa huffed and winced from the motions and the pleasure that was spurred from them. Zazu continued to bob his head up and down before he had to pull himself completely off, so wrapped up in his actions that he neglected to take breaths of air.

"Look at you!" Timon encouraged, clapping his paws together. He joined the bird's side and patted him on the shoulder. "You're a hidden natural, huh?"

"I suppose so," Zazu said, actually smiling as he continued to pant.

"Here, let me help you out."

Timon knew just how to get the porcine going. While Zazu began to service the cock again, Timon eased himself next to him and placed his paws on the large and heavy balls. He rubbed them slowly, putting a bit of pleasure on the hefty globes. That got Pumbaa huffing and squirming. It was a weakness of his. The massaging and teasing of his testicles heightened the pleasure coming from Zazu's own actions.

The bird continued to lick and flick his tongue along Pumbaa's cock, daring to do more as he grew very comfortable. He pressed even further, letting the tip press against his throat and he moved faster, even allowing the messy spurts of thick precum to fill his beak.

"Yeah, it's been a while for him..." Timon chuckled as he watched the excess of fluids leak from the gaps of Zazu's beak. "But that'll make it all worth it...!"

The two smaller males worked together. The meerkat kept pace with Zazu's motions, rubbing faster when the bird put more effort into the blowjob. Pumbaa's motions were getting stronger and puffs of breath were flaring from his nostrils. He was getting close and the two working on his bits were just going faster and harder...

He couldn't even voice the sudden arrival of his climax. But Timon recognized the sign. In a quick series of motions, the meerkat pulled Zazu off of the leaking tip. He angled in between their heads as Pumbaa came hard, unleashing the pent up load from his sizable nuts all over the faces of both Timon and Zazu. His moans were deep and loud as spurt after spurt made the faces of his new friend and mate all hot and sticky.

But Timon and Zazu continued to lap and further tease Pumbaa's cock, keeping his orgasmic pleasure alive, making another hard gush of seed coat their faces. They licked the stuff up, and Timon was bold enough to lick some from Zazu's face. The favor was returned and the two of them were all but kissing as they 'cleaned' each other off.

"Hey!" Pumbaa huffed, coming down from his climactic high.

"Eh, it was the heat of the moment," Timon chuckled, rubbing the belly of his mate. "Ready to advance to round 2?"

Zazu nodded as he watched Timon climb higher on Pumbaa's body. "I'll take the top and you can take the bottom, alright?"

The bird didn't understand at first. But when the meerkat repositioned himself to press his tailhole against the tip of his mate, Zazu looked down the cock, reaching the balls, and the winking hole underneath it all. He gulped, but he could feel himself pulsing. It was hard and even dripping from the thrill of what he had done earlier. There was a series of moans above him and he looked up to see Timon stretching himself on his mate. The two of them were already starting, leaving the blue bird to join in...

Slowly, Zazu approached and pressed himself to Pumbaa's large orbs. They were warm as well and eased the worries of Zazu quite a bit. He dared to push himself against the hole. He shivered at the sudden pleasure that he felt. Pumbaa's moans grew louder and Timon encouraged him to keep going, looking down at the other male as he started to bounce up and down. Nodding again, the guest dared to push even more of himself inside of the warthog. With the size difference involved, Zazu was able to slide himself inside with relative ease.

He made his own sound of pleasure, something very foreign to even himself. His body already knew what to do, making the avian rock back and forth before he had even realized what he was doing. Being his first time doing something like this, Zazu was struck with the sensations. They hit him hard every time, all but forcing him to huff and groan. His own tapered length slipped within Pumbaa, reaching in well enough before it was pulled back.

Timon, seeing that Zazu was doing well enough on his own, returned his focus to his mate. Grunting, he pressed even more of the warthog inside of himself. His insides were filled with the porcine's flesh, hard and throbbing deep within. He pulled himself up and eased his body back down, sinking the bigger male's cock past his tailhole. Soft pants were coming from him while Pumbaa was grunting and snorting from the two sources of pleasure. His tip and shaft were being hugged by the soft, tight walls of Timon while his own hole was being filled and teased with the length of Zazu. He reached in just deep enough to touch the sensitive parts within the warthog, making him leak inside of the meerkat.

The smaller males were working the warthog over; Timon started to bounce a bit faster, lifting and dropping his body, filling himself deep with the cock of his mate. And Zazu was rocking his body, slipping his own shaft back and forth along the plush and sensitive walls of Pumbaa. He pressed in again, hitting a certain spot that made the entire hole clench down on him, squeezing his cock on all sides with warm flesh.

"Ooah..." Zazu groaned, pulling himself back and grinding his now dripping length along the warthog's insides. It was as if Pumbaa was trying to suck him back within. Luckily, the hornbill was quick to push himself back inside with even more force. The largest male raised his voice again and Timon grew even more excited at the sight below him.

He continued to fill himself, stretching his insides around the flesh of his mate. Up and down, Timon bounced on the cock of his mate, daring to go further than he usually did. It pressed in deep, hitting those spots rarely touched. The meerkat cried out as his cock pulsed and leaked a heavy line from his tip.

A deep spurt of Pumbaa's own fluids was set deep inside of him, making the smaller male feel hot and sticky inside. "H-how you doing down there, big buddy?"

In response Pumbaa wheezed but grinned. He was in total bliss, stimulated from both his loins and hole. Zazu was doing better than expected, getting better with each thrust. It was hitting the right spots and the warthog could feel the spurts of precum splattering onto the walls of his anus.

Zazu continued to hump himself hard, pushing him in as deep as he could. A certain feeling was building within him, steadily growing stronger and stronger. He could feel it steadily arriving, with every pump and drip of clear fluid from his tip.

A few more presses inside of the warthog brought Zazu to his finish. The spike of pleasure was more than he expected. He raised his own voice as pent up gushes of his seed rushed from his length, filling the space with the porcine. It had been far too long since he had this way and he willed the pleasure to last as long as it could.

Pumbaa grunted, able to feel his backside being loaded with Zazu's seed. It was a different feeling than the stuff that came from his mate. It wasn't as thick, but it was stickier, clinging to his insides, ensuring that he could feel it dripping oozing within him.

He was so distracted by the feeling within him, that Pumbaa was surprised to hear Timon yelling in pleasure. He looked back just in time to see his mate reaching his climax. Strings of his cum flew from his tip, painting over his own chest and belly, streaking the fur with the fluids.

"Was it good for you?" Pumbaa asked back.

"Always," Timon huffed, looking back at his mate with a satisfied grin. "How was it for you, Zaz?"

The hornbill looked at the meerkat with a smile and nod as he pulled himself out. He took a few steps back and simply watched as he collected himself.

Though he had reached his climax, Timon was determined to make sure his partner was fully satisfied as well. With the remaining energy he had, the meerkat bounced on the length of the warthog, pulling and pushing himself along the inches.

Pumbaa snorted through his nose and bit his lip from the sudden clenches and slips of the soft flesh along his shaft. The pace was set even faster than it was before. There wasn't much left for the meerkat to do before the warthog groaned.

"Mmpff!" Pumbaa grunted and bucked his hips.

Timon moaned out again. The motion from the bigger male pressed his length in deeper. A second later, powerful gushes of his all too potent seed rushed within Timon's backside. It was quick to fill him to the limit before rushing out. The porcine's orgasms were always strong and they lasted longer than the average male, always filling Timon more than what his body could handle.

But the meerkat loved it. He loved the feeling of seed gushing deep within him, paired with the sounds of Pumbaa grunting. The two of them panted and shared the moment until the fluids stopped running. Zazu watched the two of them, a bit jealous of the bond they shared.

The three of them continued, more specifically, Zazu was making up for all the time that he had missed. He was more pent up than the duo had predicted. They worked together to milk round after round out of the bird, but it was easier said than done...

***

It was late at night when the three of them were laying in a pile, utterly worn out and filthy with sweat and seed. Timon and Pumbaa were completely drained and Zazu felt a deep and lingering satisfaction.

"Ah..." the hornbill sighed. "I feel so calm now..."

"Urgh..." Timon grinned. "...Glad to hear it, Zaz. But I think we all need a bath now..."

Zazu has been a different bird since that day. He had a new outlook on life and was much more carefree, a surprising change for all that knew him.

He owed that all to Timon and Pumbaa. He often flew back to the oasis, checking upon the duo frequently, making sure that they weren't doing anything too foolish. But eventually, Zazu grew so attached to the meerkat and warthog that he took a permanent residence within the oasis, living there with him.

He found the land quite beautiful and charming. And the worries that he had for the two was nothing compared to stresses that were paired with his previous duties.

The oasis duo became a trio and in return for talking Timon and Pumbaa from their extra foolish and even dangerous ideas, the meerkat and warthog returned the favor by helping the hornbill out and making sure he never got that pent up as well.