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'Ugh! Where the hell am I? I stepped away for one moment...'

Growling to himself was Iggy, trying to make sense of his current location. While the others were carrying about looking out for the next enemy, the only thing he cared about was taking care of his need to piss. The beaten path they were treading lacked any trees of his to use, so he scampered off, just for a bit.

The satisfaction that came from relieving himself quickly faded once the canine took a good look around. Surrounding him were tall trees, vibrant shades of green from the countless plants, leaves and vines that hung overhead. Sure, the need to pee distracted him a bit, but could he really have wandered out this far without noticing?

'Just calm down... If they're nearby, you should be able to smell them.'

Doing just that, Iggy turned his nose up and took whiffs at the air. There was no trace of the others to be found. Instead, the terrier's nose was bombarded with the sweet tangs of flowers and fruits. Sure it was a nice smell, but it was making his stomach growl now, reminding him of how hungry he was.

His anger returned upon gazing on the fruits that taunted him. Though they smelled incredible, there was no way that he could reach that high, even with THE FOOL giving him extra reach. Try as he might, the scent being fed into his sensitive nose further teased him, making his stomach clench.

Choosing to ignore it for the time being, Iggy went off, deciding it was best to get the hell out of this jungle. Nothing was familiar to him, every smell was something he never experienced, calling out to him, hazing his mind with tantalizing odors. Eventually he stopped trying to locate his way through the environment, the smells taking hold and guiding him deeper and deeper within.

'Jeez. What a time to get lost. And this place is driving me freaking nuts. I'm gonna waste away at this rate...'

Going further, the sweet tones were beginning to dwindle, something that Iggy was grateful for, wincing against the pangs that struck the pit of his stomach. His body was starting to feel weak, his paws starting to tremble a bit. All he could hear were the needy churns and groans of his gut, pleading for some kind of nourishment.

He was starting to see things as well; more of those fruits dancing in front of them. Grinning, the canine pounced at one, only to crash to the ground with nothing to eat. Rising to his unsteady paws, Iggy whined and forced himself to continue, telling himself to ignore the images that danced before him.

But one in particular stood up to him. In his mind he could vividly see a fat, glazed, and steaming rump roast. He could smell it too, almost as if it was right in front of him, waiting for a big, juicy bite to be taken out of him. Drooling in hunger, Iggy gave in and pounced on it, actually making contact. With his heart racing, he took a big bite, sinking his teeth into it.

"Yeeowch!" Iggy's eyes widened as he was knocked away, falling back onto the ground. His senses returned and he was met with the sight of a surprised looking warthog that gave a deep snort as looked back at his bitten flank.

Just the sudden touch of his backside led to Pumbaa's guts starting to churn. He wasn't prepared for it and groaned as he felt the gas racing through his bowels. Not yet being aware of the dazed canine just behind him, the warthog just let it rip.

Iggy was suddenly blasted with a hot cloud of air. It was enough to push his ears and jowls back, invading his senses with its fetid reek and sour taste. Being so weak as he was, and completely unprepared for the cloud that still surrounded him. He felt himself starting to slip away, groaning as he fell still against the jungle's grass.

***

Iggy was suddenly ripped into consciousness, pulled back by the sheer stink that filled his nose. A gasp came before his eyes flew open. He would have sat up, but there was a massive weight that finally registered, pinning him down and even squeezing a bit of air out of his lungs.

"So you're the one who bit me!" Pumbaa accused. The bite wasn't deep enough to cause any real damage, but they still stung, making the warthog very annoyed.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Iggy managed to say, fighting to regain his senses against the lingering odor in his nose. "I'm just trying to find something to eat." As if on cue, the terrier's stomach growled fiercely and that was enough to convince the heavier male.

Pumbaa eased his weight off of the canine and soon presented him with a few fruits. Without even giving thanks, they were scarfed down, showing just how hungry this stranger was. Once Iggy got his fill, his strength returned. But instead of being grateful, his muzzle twisted into a cocky grin.

"I'll admit, you caught me off guard earlier. But compared to me...those farts were about as sweet as those fruits!" Without warning he darted forward, dashing underneath the warthog. With his strength returned, he was able to call his stand to easily lift and topple the porcine over completely.

Now Pumbaa was the one dazed and on his back. And his position was quickly taken advantage of by Iggy jumping on top of him. The terrier made himself comfortable, sitting his ass directly over the larger male's face. With his belly full of sweet fruits, Iggy's stomach was already producing his own brand of gasses. Grunting, he put pressure on his stomach, pushing them downwards.

Just as Pumbaa regained his senses, his face was flushed in a thick haze of potently nasty gas, pouring right into his snout and his open mouth. The powerful doze made him cough and wheeze as it filled his lungs. But simultaneously, Pumbaa felt himself getting aroused from it all. He willingly savored the smell, groaning from the tones of fruit that he could pick up.

Hearing the other male coughing underneath his tail brought a rise of pride. But now something else was in his view, the growing porcine cock. It slipped from the thick sheath; long, pink, and tapered, already producing a fat line of precum the moment it became fully erect.

"Whoa. Would you look at that?" Iggy then felt the soft puffs of air against his tailhole. "You're getting off on my gas, aren't you? Then take deep whiffs, you dirty hog." He pushed more out of himself, letting out a deep sigh as another strong fart came. With it was a comical, spluttering sound that filled both his and Pumbaa's ears. But he was actually taken off guard when he felt something pressing to his hole right after.

Basking in the nasty smell, gave a slow lick with his fat tongue, slathering the dirty rim in his spit. Right after he wasted no time pressing it right in, exposing his taste buds to the mix of spicy and bitter tones that lined the dog's passage. It immediately hooked him and he wedged his tongue deeper and deeper inside, flicking it along the borders, slathering the surface in those intoxicating flavors.

"That's a big tongue you got," Iggy panted, his own cock rising from his sheath. But his own attention was on the other male's large length, watching it get messier and messier. "But I want something even bigger inside of me." He rose, tugging the warthog's tongue from his hole, listening to him groan in surprise. But on his face was a devious grin, which he showed to Pumbaa as he turned around, meeting his still slightly confused visage.

Being on top of the porcine, Iggy's sensitive nose could easily smell his musk. It was already strong, especially on his cock, but the dog wanted it to be even smellier. The farts came easier and it felt good to push the building gas out. Lifting a leg and biting his lip, the terrier let out a loud and long fart, riding out the heavy relief that followed. The air around them became heated and ripe, only adding to both of their lusts.

"Now, it's perfect..." the canine moaned to himself. He leaned back, touching the tapered tip to his wet and smelly tailhole.

With the fluids involved, both slick spit lubing his hole and the even slicker precum that now coated Pumbaa's cock, it slipped inside rather easily, spreading the smaller male's rim wider and wider. The two of them groaned as Iggy's ass was filled. Being filled sent shudders through the black and white canine's body while Pumbaa huffed around the tight hold on his dick. Both of them could soon see a bulge forming in his stomach, throbbing in time with the rest of the length.

Starting right off, Iggy started to bounce his body along the tapered inches, groaning as the cock sailed back and forth inside of him, touching all the spots that brought him the most pleasure. It felt good to reach down into the furthest depths of his guts, deep inside he could feel every little throb and splash of precum being unloaded deep within.

Pumbaa certainly wasn't expecting his cock to be ridden, especially so well. He could see the tip of his cock burrowing in deep, but this strange dog was not faltering for a moment, taking all of his inches, moaning aloud the whole time. He himself was being struck with constant pleasure.

It was clear to him now that this animal pleasuring him was special. Not only did he endure his gas, but retaliated with something even stronger. Looking close, there was no way a creature like him could be around here. There was no one in the savannas that could endure what he let rip, let alone challenging it.

While he was being ridden, a smell was wafted into his own nose and for a moment the warthog wondered if it was the lingering tones of another sudden fart. But taking another whiff fed him the unmistakable reek of an unwashed, musky body. Despite his size, the effort being put in was making the terrier sweat, flaring up its odor.

With all the walking that Iggy had to do, underneath the baking sun no less, the whole day was spent sweating heavily. And with him hardly having any time to properly clean himself, his body wafted a rich rankness, especially from his bouncing and twitching cock. Through the pleasure engulfing his shaft, Pumbaa took in whiffs of the canine's mouth-watering scent, letting it haze his mind.

The two of them embraced the dirtiness of their sex. Iggy could tell that the hog was once more taking in his smell. His own focus was on filling himself as much as he could, moaning from the mess far within, getting hotter and sloppier. His belly was getting a bit heavy, filled with not only fruit but the constant strings of pre being directly ejected.

"You're really big..." Iggy groaned. "And you squirt so much. Maybe getting lost wasn't such a bad thing after all."

His words hardly registered with Pumbaa; the warthog's focus was on the building pleasure. The throbs of his cock were getting stronger and the oozes of his pre more frequent. The both of them could tell that he was getting close, but rather than easing his motions, Iggy instead wore an almost wicked grin before pounding his body up and down.

A wail came from the porcine, being suddenly stroked quickly by the tight hole bouncing up and down with a series of quick strokes. Loud slurps came from the dog's hole as he pounding against the pole of flesh, feeling it throbbing harder and harder.

Pumbaa's face twisted into a look of bliss as he was ripped into a sudden climax, squealing as his large balls churned hard, pumping his massive load upwards. Iggy was mid-bounce when the first spurt of seed came, shooting right into his guts with force. The sudden flush of heat nearly forced the air out of his lungs and it just kept coming. Soft humps pushed the length a bit deeper as the canine was pumped fuller and fuller with thick, musky hog cum.

When the last of the load came, he felt so warm and full, his belly sticking out. Every little motion sloshed the load within him, forcing him to moan. Though he was very satisfied in regards to his tailhole, that still left his own cock throbbing hard, spitting ropes of pent up pre that splattered on Pumbaa's snout. The both of them could smell the sharp odor of his pre, but it only made Iggy all the more pent up.

Unable to take it anymore, he pulled the cock from his ass, and hopped off of the larger male, ignoring the thick load that poured out. Instead he used his stand to flip the hog over, getting a good view of his ass. Though he could see that it was no rump, it was just as thick and juicy, the perfect thing to bury his dick inside of.

Pumbaa's eyes widened as he felt paws latching onto his backside, not a moment later something hard and hot grazed over his rim, centering at his hole before being jammed right inside. Squealing, he felt the dog's cock breaching right past his rim, filling his ass with it's pre-coated, musky girth.

The moment he felt those puffy walls hugging his cock, Iggy got busy humping. Heavily pants came as he used his pre as lube, roughly pounding into the larger male. Each stroke was a bit off thanks to his swollen belly messing with his balance, but it felt so good feeling the hot seed swishing through his guts. He just embraced it and used that sensation to add to the pleasure.

With every rock of his hips, he heard a different kind of moan from Pumbaa, more pitched and needy. Those hard pumps were touching all the right spots with force, returning the sensations previously given to him. It felt good to be the one on top, receiving strong squeezes to his shaft, powering right through them, listening to the cries out for more.

"What's that? You want more of my big, musky dick?" Iggy taunted. He gripped the large ass even tighter and pumped his body harder, driving in with enough force to make his knot slam against the swelled rim, smearing the sweat and pre from his knot onto it.

While there was no direct answer given, the sudden clenches down were a good enough clue in. Chuckling to himself, Iggy bucked his hips as hard as fast as he could, grinding all but his knot against the now slick and hot walls, listening to Pumbaa suddenly raise his voice.

Every stroke milked more and more precum from his balls, using it to mark the hog's insides, making his insides even more hot and sloppy. It was all too easy to slam himself any way that he saw fit, using the larger male to pleasure himself, his ears with the wet smacks of his knot. The bulb of flesh was throbbing hard, its veins now swelling. He was getting close and wanted to finish strong.

"You ready to take my smelly knot?" Iggy asked. This time Pumbaa nodded as he moaned, digging his hooves into the grass.

Whether the other male was ready or not, the boston terrier was driving himself into the hole as hard as he could, groaning aloud from the burst of pleasure. An extra fat load of pre was shot, the last he had to give of the clear substance. His knot was throbbing harder and harder, sending sharp bolts through his body. He knew that even without knotting, the orgasm was going to be strong. But Iggy was the kind of dog to take a mile when given an inch. What was the point of passing up extra pleasure when it was just one hard shove away.

Gritting his hard fangs, Iggy snarled as he pressed his knot against the rim. Doing so made it stretch, but it did not pop in, sticking about halfway there. But the squeezes given the wide flesh threatened to make the terrier spill his load before he was ready. With another snarl, he tugged it free and used his stand to push his body in time with another hard thrust, giving more than enough force to ram his knot right past the rim.

Howling loudly, Iggy was struck with the strongest climax of his life. His entire body was pulsing as he came, shooting his own load deep into the warthog. That fat knot assured that all that he had to give would be pumped inside and none of it would be going anywhere. Riding out the high, the canine ground his knot inside of the squeezing passage, milking as many thick ropes as he could, drooling from the feeling of his balls churning hard. It was only when it ceased that Iggy took a breath, panting heavily and basking in the afterglow that deeply relaxed him.

Pumbaa was sighing as well and he was prepared to lie there while tied to the canine, but a sudden voice made his ears spring up and his eyes nearly pop out.

"Pumbaa? Buddy? I heard a loud noise. Are you alright?" it was getting closer and closer. Panicking, the warthog looked for a place for Iggy to hide, but there was nowhere for him to go while he was stuck inside of his own ass. The bushes were too far away for him to waddle over to them.

"Hey. What's going on?" Iggy asked, noticing the other male's frantic behavior.

"Shhh!" Pumbaa hissed. He went with the first idea that came to him, pushing his backside against Iggy, quickly sitting right on top of the canine.

As Timon came into view, Pumbaa did his best to wear an innocent smile.

"What's going on?" Timon asked.

"Nothing," his buddy quickly said.

"Then what was all that noise?" the meerkat questioned. "And what's that smell?"

The musk Pumbaa hung heavy in the air. He was used to that, but there was someone else's musk that was even stronger, much too potent to ignore.

"Oh that's just..." Pumbaa was about to answer but there was a sudden grinding within his stomach. The pressure was quickly building thanks to Iggy's knot plugging his ass with no room to squeeze around.

"Come on, Pumbaa. I know something's wrong." Timon's eyes looked the hog over and he noticed something black and white, just barely visible underneath his large butt. "Alright. Out with it. What are you hiding?"

"Timon. I...I don't know what you're talking about," the warthog's words were now strained as he pressed a hoof to his stomach, but his friend hadn't noticed, already treading around him.

"I wasn't born yesterday, Pumbs! Now lift that tail and show me what it is!" In his frustration, Timon made the mistake of tugging on the hog's tail.

Pumbaa cried out as the gas in his plump stomach all rushed out of him at once. The moment his backside lifted, revealing a panting Iggy. A powerful rush of gas launched his knot from the hole. The two smaller mammals were shot point blank with the nose-peeling fumes that raced from the hog's ass, made even smellier than usual thanks to it being left to build and the stink of Iggy's fluids lining the farting hole.

There was no way that either Timon or Iggy could endure the head on brunt of it all and before they knew it, they were rendered unconscious.

***

With a gasp, Iggy woke up. The last thing he remembered was being seen by Timon. But now it was dark in the jungle. What was going on? On top of him was some kind of weight. His body felt damp and reeked when he took a breath.

Then it came back to him. He was hit directly by that crazy strong fart.

But what happened after that? As fast as he could remember, the terrier's knot popped free, but as he shifted, he could feel it. It was swollen and lodged in the hole. Not that he felt it a bit, he noticed that it was much slicker and even a little loose.

'H-he used me while I was passed out. He probably rode my cock and farted on me all day and I didn't get to feel any of it!'

Worming his way from underneath, he growled and tugged his knot free from it's hold. Getting up on all fours, it clicked that the stuff making his fur all damp was warthog sweat, hours worth of it. It all but snuffed out his own reek. Looking around he noticed the two of them were fast asleep.

Even with the knot pulled out and his gaped ass leaking, Pumbaa remained in a deep sleep, even snoring loudly. Iggy rolled his eyes but then realized that he could use this. But there was nothing left for his cock to give, his balls were aching, cluing him that he was drained off all the cum he had while out of it. As soon as it felt the hole, his prick softened and retreated into his sheath, leaving him annoyed. Even worse he now had to pee, likely holding it in while he slept. It was already putting great pressure on his bladder. He had to go now...

That's when he got an idea. If he was marked in warthog cum and sweat, then it was only fair that he do some marking as well.

Climbing onto the warthog threatened to make himself pop at any moment. Pumbaa's snore's filled his ears. The warthog was lying on his back, exposing the expanse of his underbelly.

"Perfect..." Iggy snickered to himself. He didn't even bother lifting a leg. A dopey smile spread over his face as he just let it go. A deep sigh came as he started to piss on Pumbaa's sleeping body. The piss streaming through his cock felt so good and it was so dirty to feel the hot liquid already pooling underneath his paws, soaking into the hog's thin pelt. He basked in the pleasure and heat that washed over him and even listened to his stream trickling as it struck its target, once more radiating his own brand of odor into his nose. He pushed out all he had, groaning as the last drop fell on to the now thoroughly soaked pelt.

Just admiring his work was making Iggy hard again. He growled in delight, feeling that his balls had just a bit more to give after all, and he was going to put it to good use.

All he had to do was turn himself around and angle his cock against those soft lips. To his surprise, they wrapped around it. Pumbaa hummed in his sleep, starting to suck on it. Whatever dream he was having, Iggy took full advantage, thrusting his cock against his large, slimy tongue. As quietly as he could, the boston terrier slipped his length against the soft and hot surface, humping over it as hard as he could.

With Pumbaa still being in a deep sleep, Iggy just bucked in as hard and fast as he felt, biting his lip from the sudden hard suck. His cock was so sensitive and it didn't take much more for him to shoot thin ropes of spunk across Pumbaa's tongue, leaving the last of his markings both inside and out.

With that taken care of, Iggy yawned and stretched. He figured the duo were more trouble than they were worth, sensing that the group was still nearby. Without saying anything more, he strolled out of the jungle, at least grateful for the food and some empty balls.