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It had been quite some time since Bunga had seen Timon and Pumbaa. They had parted ways when he decided to go back to the Tree of Life with the rest of his friends. The honey badger was very much enjoying his time there just like the others were but there were times when he wondered what his adopted caretakers were up to. He knew they were safe and living a good life in the falls but the long way back to the Pride Lands meant that he couldn't just pop by and see them in person whenever the mood struck him.

The feeling grew stronger as more time passed and it got to the point that the badger considered making the journey himself. He knew his friends would likely go with him if they knew but Bunga couldn't just ask them to go on his accord. One day in particular he took it upon himself to patrol the territory with Kion and Fuli. Every once in a while they encountered threats that aimed to take over the Tree of Life for various reasons but thankfully the patrolling was uneventful, it gave Bunga plenty of time to finally come to a decision.

He decided to go back to the Pride Lands so he could see Timon and Pumbaa again. With determination in his stride, the honey badger returned to his den but stopped when he saw the silhouette of someone inside. Immediately he was on alert and was already rushing ahead to clear out whoever this intruder was. The scrappy badger thought no further about it and he lunged inside, tackling the figure and pinning him down.

"Whoa! Bunga!"

Bunga gasped and stopped. His eyes adjusted to the lower light and he finally took notice of exactly who he was on top of. The voice he heard struck him as familiar but when really getting a good look at them, Bunga could see that it was Timon. He had no idea how the meerkat got here but there was no denying that it was his adopted uncle in the flesh. His pin quickly turned into a tight hug that made the other smaller mammal groan and wheeze a bit.

"It's good to see you too, Bunga..." Timon responded, being able to finally breathe upon being released.

"I can't believe you're here!" the honey badger said with excitement in his voice.

The two of them proceeded to talk for a bit. Timon told of how Bunga's absence left a vacant spot in the falls and as time went on the urge to see him again grew stronger and stronger until it couldn't be ignored any longer. Bunga couldn't help but chuckle from how similar their situations were. Just as much as he wanted to see them, Timon had all this way to come see him as well.

"Have you gotten even bigger?" Timon suddenly asked, noting that Bunga stood a bit taller and his body was a bit broader since the last time he saw him.

"Well the training here is different from the drills we did back in the Pride Lands," Bunga said with a bit of smugness. Timon was close to him and his hands reached out to touch and rub at the honey badger's chest. Almost instantly he started to relax and feel a certain feeling rise from being touched in this way. From how long it had been, he had almost forgotten Timon's touch and it was evident by his comforted sigh.

"It's been a long time, huh?" Timon said, his voice taking on a new tone. "Pumbaa and I get along just fine but we have been missing our third."

Bunga knew what he was referring to. When he came of age, the meerkat and warthog took it upon themselves to give him a thorough lesson on mating and from then on he was an addition to their regular fooling around. But it wasn't long after that he was permanently leaving for the Tree of Life, leaving just the two of them.

Still rubbing at the chest, Timon was steadily reaching lower and lower with each passing moment. It didn't take long for him to brush his hands over the honey badger's sheath. Bunga reacted immediately by spreading his legs a bit wider. The Tree of Life provided plenty of partners for him to be with, one of the most frequent being Kion, but there was just something about Timon's touch that really got him going.

Timon's hands were quick to withdraw and before he had the chance to ask why, Bunga's head was grabbed and pulled in. Before he knew it, the badger's lips were pressed to the meerkat's and they were already kissing. Timon was leading it, already having his tongue inside of Bunga's mouth. It began to grind against the other male's sweeping around a bit to get a good feel for the familiar interior.

Bunga got out of his daze and returned the affections with his own passionate kiss. His own tongue was moving as well and began to grind against Timon's. Their voices were muffled against each other, but they moaned into the other's mouths while making sure their tongues continued to make contact.

When Timon's tongue was mostly in his mouth again, Bunga switched things up by suddenly sucking on the other small mammal's tongue. A sound of enjoyment came from them both but Bunga's was a bit deeper. He was shivering from excitement and felt his cock fully slide from its sheath. And being so close to him, Timon's own full erection bumped into his. As he gave the tongue a final suck, Bunga began to grind their lengths together in addition to their continued pleasure.

To keep them close, Bunga's paws moved down Timon's body and just happened to stop where the meerkat's rump was. Using that to his advantage, he began to grope and knead there. Timon responded with moans that were even more intense and he moved his hands down to do the exact same, rubbing and groping the badger's backside.

As their kissing continued, the both of them became aware of the hoofsteps. It caught their attention and they looked over to see none other than Pumbaa stepping into the den. The pair looked at him and the warthog looked back.

"Pumbaa!" Bunga exclaimed after breaking the kiss. He rushed over the hog and gave him a firm hug that Pumbaa did his best to return. "You're here too!"

"Of course he is. You think I made the walk here all by myself?" Timon said, chuckling at the very idea. "I asked him to find us some grubs. Did you bring any back."

"Oh. I got hungry on the way back," Pumbaa exclaimed. Timon rolled his eyes and gave his partner a look. Thinking quickly, the hog changed the subject by focusing on Bunga, noticing the arousal between his legs.

"I can't believe you two got started without me," Pumbaa said, looking a bit sad.

"We haven't done much and it won't take long to catch up," Bunga assured and he made his point clear by pressing his lips to Pumbaa's.

One major difference between them was that Pumbaa was much bigger than them both and his tongue was certainly no exception. The warthog adjusted to the situation rather quickly and his tongue was already shoving itself into Bunga's muzzle.

Bunga clashed his own tongue with the bigger one but it was being overpowered, not that he minded this. His moans were passionate as he instead sucked on the fat wet muscle, lavishing the washes of heat and flavors that came from Pumbaa's tongue sweeping and pushing itself even deeper into his mouth. Their moans could be heard in the den and Timon stood by while they continued to make out passionately.

Pumbaa was huffing while kissing Bunga and it was clear that he was getting aroused from the act as well. He shivered and let out various low toned sounds of enjoyment. But the most telling thing was his sheath expanding from the length that was easing its way out, showing just how hot and eager he had become from all of this.

With Pumbaa's tongue being so big, the kissing between them was rougher. Still taking control, the warthog's tongue was starting to grind and twirl against Bunga's and he responded by rubbing his tongue against it in a similarly rough manner. It became sloppier as well; the two of them were working their tongues against each other in a looser manner and their mouths were no longer closely pressed together. A series of wet sucks and slurps could be heard as it drew out and the both of them were starting to leak precum from how arousing it was for them.

Being fed up with standing on the sidelines the entire time, Timon began to move around the two of them. His own rising lust made him eager and this was actually a sight he was a bit familiar with. Pumbaa had always preferred to present himself to the meerkat and Bunga had been a welcome addition. He continued to watch as the two kissed with continued intensity, voicing their rising want for each other in a way that kept his lust flaring. Even though the two of them being so close meant that Timon would have been left out, the meerkat wasn't dismayed as he soon found something else that he could kiss.

Pumbaa was still fully enthralled with what he and Bunga were doing, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth and tingles that spread throughout his body. With the short time that they had before it was time for him to leave permanently, Pumbaa was afraid that he and Timon hadn't taught the badger properly. But Bunga was faring well, returning his kisses with matched passion and even starting to outdo him despite his tongue being much smaller. This caused the warthog to melt even more from their tongues continuing to wrestle, the rest of his surroundings were fading out of his tunneling view and he forgot about the third party in the den with them...

Timon made his presence known in a manner that couldn't be ignored. It started with him suddenly taking hold of the warthog's tail and lifting it up. Pumbaa did stir a bit but he didn't break the kiss and before he could even begin to look back, there was suddenly something else. Timon had wasted no time pressing his lips against the porcine's rim and he proceeded to lick against the soft ring. Pumbaa jumped from the unexpected feeling but quickly began to moan even more from the pleasure that came from the meerkat's tongue swiping over his tailhole.

Timon kept himself pressed to the warthog's rump, moaning out once more as he felt the rim twitching against the wet muscle's surface. Kissing deeply with Bunga was one thing but being rimmed by Timon at the same time added a whole other layer to the fun they were already having. His voice was heard throughout the whole of the den and he was leaning even closer into the kiss with Bunga, still having his affections being returned in full. On both ends, Pumbaa was able to feel the touches and caresses of warm and soft tongues providing a different sort of pleasure and excitement.

Things got even better when Timon's next lick was paired with the tip of his tongue slowly easing its way inside, making the spit-lubed hole being steadily spread around the invading muscle. Pumbaa shivered and his eyes rolled as the tongue's length was fed inside, leading him to sigh when having all of it inside. He again pressed his lips against the stretched rim and began to trace and lap his tongue along his partner's insides. It didn't take long for Timon to find various sweet spots while also slicking up the passage with his own saliva. The meerkat was enjoying the light taste of the other male and made that clear by letting out some soft hums.

Between the smaller males, Pumbaa was moaning aloud against Bunga's mouth and he was pressing himself back a bit so Timon could reach even deeper inside of him. The small brown furred male licked and sucked on the tailhole even more, making out with it while also twisting and grinding along the soft surfaces that got even wetter from his continued actions. He felt the passage clenching down in response to touching certain spots, usually being paired with Pumbaa's voice raising in volume a bit each time.

The both of them were leaking precum from their cocks. Pumbaa was stimulated by the direct pleasure that came from being rimmed and Timon was leaking as well from the sheer arousal of pleasuring his partner in this manner. He finished up by dragging his tongue along with added pleasure and giving the hole itself another firm suck before pulling his muzzle away entirely, leaving the warthog's entrance wet and winking with a clear need for more.

At about the same time, the kiss between Bunga and Pumbaa had stopped as well. The both of them stood there panting for a bit and the warthog was grateful to have some time to actually catch his breath. He savored the taste of honey badger that still lingered on his tongue and saw Bunga doing the same. He had been missing the smaller mammal's presence back in the falls but after what they just did, his mind was still hazed with lust. Instinctively, he was scanning the other male's body and it didn't take long for his eyes to settle on the full erection between Bunga's legs.

Bunga was quick to notice this as well and he smirked before sitting down, keeping his legs spread for easier access. "Go ahead," he offered, knowing the warthog couldn't resist. They were eager for each other, and as much as Pumbaa wanted to give pleasure, Bunga wanted to feel more of the older male's mouth.

Taking just a single step forwards, Pumbaa's mouth was hovering just over the honey badger's crotch. Licking his lips, the warthog opened his mouth and simply pushed his own head. He smoothly took in the mustelid's length, taking it all the way down to the hilt. Bunga responded immediately by moaning out and taking hold of Pumbaa's head. From how long it had been since they last fooled around, it was easy for Bunga to forget how skilled the warthog was.

Still having all of it in his mouth, Pumbaa began to gently suck on the hard flesh. While having his lips pressed against it, his tongue was back to twirling and grinding. But this time it was giving plenty of contact to the length itself, lapping along the sides, the tip, and the underside as well for good measure. Bunga's sounds of pleasure fueled his actions and he slowly eased his mouth upwards towards the tip. That's when he was given the first taste of precum, something that he enjoyed and instantly wanted more of.

As Pumbaa got started with his blowjob on Bunga, Timon was still on the other side of the action. He had also taken a moment to catch his breath and admire the sight from a small distance. But when he was ready, the meerkat was behind the warthog again. Pumbaa kept his backside positioned so that the meerkat could easily reach and Timon was back to giving pleasure to the warthog. Rather than his tongue, the smaller male pressed his fingers to the already wet and slightly stretched tailhole. He had given the hole a bit of fingering that caused Pumbaa to moan out around Bunga's cock. When feeling that his partner was ready, Timon readied himself before jumping up and clinging to the hog's backside.

Pumbaa was already starting to smoothly bob his head up and down, sucking and licking upon the honey badger's cock with clear want for it. Bunga kept his hands on Pumbaa's head, lightly guiding it up and down, enjoying every moment of the warmth and wetness that surrounded his length. He noticed Timon on the other side. The meerkat had found his mark and pushed his cock inside of the porcine's wet tailhole. From there he began to hump into the soft hole, keeping a hold on Pumbaa's backside while thrusting his hips with a bit of roughness.

Seeing this, Bunga followed his adopted uncle's lead and he stood up while still having his cock inside of Pumbaa's mouth. Taking proper hold as well, Bunga took the lead and he began to hump inside of the warmth muzzle in the same way that Timon was. From both ends, the two of them were thrusting into the hoofed male. Whether it was his mouth or ass, Pumbaa was handling the both of them. He was working his tongue against Bunga's pumping cock and at the same time he was squeezing down on Timon while he was thrusting. The both of them moaned with more intensity but the talented warthog kept up with the other males. From the combined arousal of sucking off Bunga and feeling his prostate being touched by Pumbaa,

His own untouched cock was leaking heavily onto the den floor and his muffled moans grew louder as Timon was starting to pick up the pace a bit, noticeably thrusting harder into the soft hole that he clearly loved so much. As he thrust away with this newfound intensity, he noticed that Bunga was doing the same thing. The badger had a pleasured expression on his face, panting and moaning with clear enjoyment as he rutted Pumbaa's face with more force than before. Without sharing a word, the both of them wordlessly communicated and basked in their shared excitement together. They kept pace with each other; when one would speed up the other would do the same.

As their shared pleasure rose towards their climax, Bunga and Timon leaned over Pumbaa's back from either end. They managed to meet in the middle and began to kiss again, picking up where they left off. As they humped with the intent of reaching their peaks, the meerkat and badger continued to grind their tongues against each other. Their moans were into each other's mouth and Pumbaa's own joined them. His hole was clenching down harder and he increased the potency of his blowjob when feeling the throbs of Bunga's cock getting stronger.

With a bit more, the three of them were reaching their climaxes one by one. Bunga and Timon cried out at about the same time and Pumbaa's eyes rolled back as he came against the den's flooring, spilling his seed while the others were unloading inside of them. He received their loads from both ends and relished the feeling, sighing deeply along with them when it all came to end.

Even though they were all a bit messy, the three of them proceeded to peacefully cuddle together, enjoying their reunion and looking forward to spending even more time with each other...