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Drunk animals - Marula fruit party!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Le9ufN5uEc

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It’s a well-known tale on the African Plains about the marula fruit and their intoxicating qualities, the ripe fruit falls to the ground and ferments under the hot African sun. When eaten, these fermented fruits have an alcoholic effect on the individual, often leading to curious interactions. A species natural instincts are thrown to the winds and old rivalries forgotten, all in the name of relaxing and having a good time. This specific tale involves two adolescent lion brothers, both of whom are on the verge of manhood and about to set out and forge their own futures. Their glorious manes have come in quite nicely, indicating they are in the prime of their lives and no longer mere children or even teenagers anymore.

“Are you sure this is wise, Mzaha? We’re out here alone and no one even knows where we’re going; getting drunk sounds like a bad idea…” Mkuu grumbled as he followed his younger brother through the thick grass as quietly as possible, using the light of the full moon overhead to carefully pick their way through the rocks and termite mounds unseen.

“Relax you old stick in the mud, everyone has turned in for the night and after that feast today, they won’t be getting up anytime soon either. Live a little!” Mzaha mocked his older brother; though in fact they were twins born a couple minutes apart. Mkuu was the typical golden furred and maned, broad chested and wide shouldered son, destined to become King one day simply for having crawled out of their mother first. Mzaha was darker furred, ebony mane and rust red coat, lankier than his brother too. Their appearance was so different it was hard to believe they were brothers let alone twins.

Mkuu was always the responsible one, he liked rules and following them, he found comfort in order and ritual. Mzaha was the opposite of his older brother, he was impulsive and a bit of a rebel, forever getting into trouble and more often than not, dragging his brother along with him. Just as he was doing now, they were both on the verge of adulthood, nearing the time where they would leave home to start their own families. It was for this reason alone that Mzaha had managed to convince his brother to go on one last adventure, before their lives took different paths.

The marula fruit were in season and had reached peak ripeness the day before, by now a decent helping surely would have fallen to the ground and already begun to ferment. Mzaha had spotted a few drunkards stumbling around the area on his afternoon patrol, which had given him the idea. The marula trees were right on the border of their territory however, bordering onto the buffalo’s domain. As there was a non-aggression pact in place and they weren’t going there to hunt, the two brothers reasoned that even if they were caught, there would be no issue.

“See, there they are” Mzaha pointed off in the distance at a small stand of trees, to where a baboon was currently stumbling around drunk beneath the light of the full moon. Off to one side there were also a meerkat and warthog snoring noisily, obviously having had their fill of the intoxicating fruit as well.

“Just how strong are these fruit?” Mkuu asked as they got closer, just before a large shape dropped out of a tree beside them, making both young lions jump in startled surprise.

“That strong…apparently” Mzaha noted, as they walked over to the large lump on the ground. A leopard had fallen from his perch up in the branches and hadn’t even woken up, the spotted feline simply lay on his back and snored deeply, unaware of his sudden relocation from up high. “C’mon, we’ve got to try these things!” the darker furred lion persisted before he turned about and scanned the ground for any marula fruit which had not been eaten yet.

Luckily for them, a herd of elephant had passed through earlier in the afternoon and given the trees a good shake. There were still plenty left lying around, even after the elephants had gotten their fill; soon enough the two brothers were sitting beneath one of the trees with a collected pile of the bright yellow fruits.

“You first” Mkuu urged, watching as his brother sniffed curiously at one of the fruits in his hand.

“Chicken” Mzaha replied back, sticking out his tongue at his older brother. The fruit smelled sweet, but also a little spicy; when he bit into it, his tongue felt a little numb from the unexpected bitterness. There was also an undeniable warmth which began to spread through him as soon as he swallowed the first bite of the soft marula fruit, a warmth which only grew with each additional fruit he devoured. “You’ve got to try this, it’s amazing!” the dark furred lion encouraged enthusiastically, his eyes already a little glassy and unfocused.

Reluctantly, Mkuu began to eat the over ripe marula fruit as well. At first, he made faces and stuck out his tongue at the taste, but after a short while, he began to forget all about the bitterness and even some of his worries. Soon enough, the two brothers were joking and laughing, everything suddenly seemed hilarious to them; especially the inch worm, which they noticed only moved in centimeters after it too ate a bit of the fruit.

The more fruit they devoured and the more laughter they shared, the more Mkuu began to agree with his younger brother that this was a good idea. Soon he would be kind and he would no longer have time for such things, so it was a fitting end to their carefree youthful days. He was glad to have one last happy memory with his brother, who knew what the future had in store for them both.

“Well well well, what do we have here?” A deep rumbling voice suddenly spoke up, alerting the two lions to the presence of an until now, unseen audience. When Mkuu and Mzaha turned around to look behind them, they were met with the faces of six very large grinning buffalo.

“You boys are far from home” One of them noted as he slowly circled around the lions.

“We’re just having one last celebration before we have to settle down and grow up” Mkuu offered honestly with a shrug of his shoulders and a drunk grin on his muzzle.

“So, you decided to come into buffalo territory to do that?” Another large buffalo asked, having circled around the other way around the two lions.

“Of course, you have the best marula fruit trees!” Mzaha almost shouted, seeming unable to control the volume of his voice. Even scattering some of their uneaten pile about them in the process, some of which landed at the hooves of the two large bovine before them.

“Well, boys. It seems you’re here uninvited and you have stolen from us, I think that means you must be punished” Fahili spoke with a grin; it was only now that the two lions noticed they were surrounded by the six large buffalo. With their senses dulled and motor functions impaired, Mkuu and Mzaha tried to get up and run as fast as they could. “Grab them!” he snorted as soon as the two felines tried to get to their feet and escape.

It wasn’t much of a challenge however, as soon as they stood up, their heads began to spin and they found they could not balance at all. The buffalo even shared surprised glances at one another before simply walking after the two inebriated felines and picked them up off the floor, where they had collapsed after only a few steps, in order to return them to the group. Mkuu and Mzaha soon found themselves kneeling in the middle of the six large buffalo, though they still could not focus their vision very well.

“Don’t worry, kitties. We’re just going to have a little fun, if you behave and do what we say, we’ll let you go home unharmed, after you pay for your crimes” Pembe snorted down at the two young lions, while he brushed his thick fingers through their lush manes suggestively.

“What’re you going to do to us?” Mkuu asked with a tremble, trying not to enjoy the rough stroking of the buffalo fingers through his golden mane.

“Just a bit of fun; ever sucked dick before?” Fahili grinned as he reached down low to tug his loincloth aside to expose his thick, ebony fleshed member hanging over a pair of large, dark orbs.

“What!? No!” Mzaha growled and hissed, but it was of no use. Fahali just gripped the scruff of his mane tight and twisted, until the dark furred lion cried out. As soon as he did, the bull shoved his own swelling length into the felines maw to gag him.

“Best you watch your teeth, if you want to keep them that is” the large buffalo bull threatened while he forced the young lion’s maw back and forth along his rapidly stiffening prick. Mzaha had no choice but to comply, while Fahili stuffed his maw full, the two buffalo holding his arms stretched out and behind him were using his hands to rub and grind against their own swelling crotches. Somehow, he knew that they were suddenly in for a very long night and a completely different adventure than what he had initially planned on experiencing with his brother.

Mkuu heard his brother gag and turned to look at him, his cheeks suddenly flushed with color as they made eye contact. It surely must have been the fermented marula fruit, but watching his brother being forced to suck that buffalo’s dick made his own crotch twitch with excitement. It also for some reason made him less resistant when Pembe guided his own maw down onto a waiting stiffness. Mkuu didn’t even offer a tokens resistance when the buffalo almost gagged him on that thick bovine dick, nor when he felt the two buffalo guiding his hands to their crotches as they too held his arms outstretched behind his back.

Once the saw the two lions were not offering any real resistance, it didn’t take long for the others to join in either; soon Mkuu and Mzaha found themselves kneeling before three buffalo each. Their hands full of turgid buffalo cock as they took turns guiding the felines maws from one length to another. In between mouthfuls, Mkuu and Mzaha stole glances at one another, catching glimpses of their brother being gagged on one length while another was slapped against their face and muzzle, marking them with a mixture of saliva and bovine precum. The two young lions couldn’t help but also notice that they both were sporting their own erections as well, their own meager loincloths doing little to hide the obvious arousal they both felt at their current situation. Surely though, if it were not for the affects of the fermented fruit, they would not be so excited or so willing to comply, would they?

“This is taking too long; they have other openings we can make use of” Kwato snorted in frustration while waiting for his turn to gag Mkuu on his cock again, the buffalo bull clearly not content with just a hand stroking at his member.

“Perhaps, but we’re probably bigger than they can handle. If we injure them, we could start a war” Pembe huffed as he ground his hips against Mkuu’s muzzle, forcing his entire length deep into the young lion’s maw. Oh, how he loved feeling the inexperienced lion’s throat flutter and clench around his meat as he blocked the future king’s airway, his natural reaction to swallow felt heavenly.

“We can use the salve our healer gave us; it numbs and relaxes” Sikio suggested, as he retrieved a small pouch from his hip. Inside the pouch was a dark grey, greasy concoction that their tribe witch doctor had created. It was a mixture of clay, herbs and even just a drop of scorpion venom. The paste was meant to be a healing agent for their hunters and warriors wounds, it worked exceptionally well too.

“Try it on that one first, he is not next in line to be king, so it wouldn’t be as bad if we break him” Pembe ordered with a nod over at Mzaha.

“Wait, what are you doing!?” the dark furred lion gasped when he was forced down onto all fours. One of the buffalo firmly gripped his tail and lifted it high, while his other painfully gripped the young lion’s balls to prevent him trying to escape. It was a very effective hold, Mzaha could not move an inch without pain lancing through his crotch and out across the rest of his body. Even when Sikio collected a small dollop of the greasy stuff from his pouch and began to apply it to the lion’s tail hole, he could not move. Mzaha growled and hissed when two thick fingers began to probe under his held aloft tail. At least for a few moments, until curiously, the ache began to subside and was replaced by a not entirely unwelcome tingling warmth that had him almost squirming against the fingers.

“Seems to be working” Sikio grinned, even adding a third finger to Mzaha’s stretched little hole without complaint from the lion. Just as a final test, the large bovine began to lewdly pump his digits in and out of the lion’s virgin rear. Surprisingly, the young lion didn’t hiss or growl at being finger fucked, instead he groaned and grunted while trying to press back onto those thick fingers inside him.

“Let’s put it to the test, shall we?” Fahali said as he moved around to kneel behind Mzaha. He took over gripping and lifting the lion’s tail in one hand, while the other guided his spit slicked cock to his virgin opening. Even with the aid of the greasy stuff, it was still an incredibly tight fit, but eventually the buffalo was able to cram an inch or two inside the tight lion backside before him. Mzaha finally began to growl and scratch at the ground before him, as more and more buffalo cock vanished up inside his guts and his tiny opening was stretched wide for the first time.

Everyone had ceased their actions and watched as the large, dark buffalo mounted the lion as if he were a lioness. Mkuu had never been so aroused in his life, he could feel how slick the underside of his loincloth was as his own cock dripped copious amounts of slick precum. He could plainly see Mzaha wasn’t doing much better, his length was almost up against his belly and every thrust of the bull behind him caused a little spurt of precum to fire from his cocktip in turn. Even though there was no one holding him in place now, Mkuu couldn’t help but notice that his younger brother wasn’t trying to escape, despite how he was growling from taking his first cock. Part of Mkuu wondered how it felt, if Mzaha wasn’t trying to escape, maybe it felt good even?

“Seems to work well” Fahali noted when his hips finally clapped against Mzaha’s buttocks, as he fully sheathed himself in the young lion. “Break him in gently boys” was all he said before he pulled back a little and started to buck into the dark furred lion’s rump with soft claps of his hips against Mzaha’s backside.

Mzaha would quickly find himself caught between two buffalo however, as soon as Fahali had gotten into a steady rhythm of filling his guts over and over, another buffalo knelt before him. Fingers in his mane lifted his head up, just as a cock tapped against his nose. The grin from above told him he knew what to do, so the lion dutifully opened his maw and let the buffalo sink between his lips once more, just as he heard a growl from beside him. When he looked over to the side, as best he could, Mzaha saw his older brother was being treated to the same “fun” as he was.

“Man, it’s great to be in the king!” Pembe snorted when he fully sheathed himself under Mkuu’s twitching tail. They had positioned the lions facing head to tail and were starting to take turns between them, instead of rutting their relative opening to completion, the buffalos spent a few minutes ploughing either their lion’s maws or behinds before switching to the next available opening. Unfortunately, this had the unsatisfactory implication that Mzaha and Mkuu were forced to suck on a cock which had just been under their brother’s tail. They could also watch it happen as well, what with how close beside one another they were. They could see every thick inch their brother was taking under their tails too, thanks to the full moon high above casting a silvery light over the debaucherous events.

It thankfully didn’t take too much longer of this rotation before the buffalo began reaching their limits, with first Pembe finishing under Mzaha’s tail, followed by Fahali feeding the future king his first load soon after. Mkuu was the first to be bred fully however, when Sikio followed close behind; the buffalo unloaded his heavy balls deep in the golden furred lion’s backside, while he snorted and huffed. His own length throbbed and pulsed with every shot of his thick, hot seed deep inside their future kings’ guts. Unfortunately for the two brothers however, the buffalo were only just beginning. Even as Pembe withdrew his slick cock from Mzaha, he showed no signs of going soft just yet.

“Time to put them through their paces” Pembe said while he found a comfortable spot to lay down. “Bring the ‘king’ over here, would you?” he ordered Sikio, who eagerly complied as he had a good idea of what the big buffalo bull had in mind.

“Damn, look at the mess these kitties have been making” Sikio noted when he hauled Mkuu up to his feet before guiding him over to where Pembe was waiting. The spot where Mkuu had been kneeling was covered with glistening spend, the moonlight reflecting off the dampness was hard to miss. Apparently, the buffalo had fucked the cum out of the poor lion, more than once, and now there was a sizeable wet spot on the ground as evidence of their debauchery.

Mkuu’s head swam, from more than just the effects of the fermented fruit. He had never climaxed so hard or so often. Whatever they had used under his tail was pretty amazing as well, after seeing what the buffalo were sheathing inside his virgin rear. It barely hurt, or even ached for that matter. In fact, it left a rather unique tingling sensation, which could only be satisfied by something thick and hard rubbing against his snug little ring. Even now, without one of them buried beneath his tail, that tingling sensation was once again beginning to gnaw at his senses and was starting to drive him nuts.

Thankfully, Pembe was ready and eagerly waiting for him; the large buffalo was laid out on his back while he menacingly stroked slowly at his thick ebony spear. Mkuu was guided down to straddle the buffalo, who once more found his way between the future king’s cheeks and under his tail. Only, this time, he would not be there alone. Mkuu frowned when Pembe pulled the smaller lion down against his broad chest, as if hugging him. That notion was quickly dispelled when Mkuu felt a weight over his back and another stiffness began probing under his tail. Before Mkuu could voice his concerns, the second length found purchase and began sinking in alongside Pembe’s thickness. This time it was Mkuu’s turn to be experimented on first, while his younger brother watched on with a strange sort of fascination.

“Easy there, kitty. Just relax and take it, you’ll soon learn to like it” Pembe snorted at the sudden increased and almost too tight grip the lions behind had on his cock. Sikio fully sheathed himself inside the curiously silent feline and held still for a long moment, waiting to see if he could continue or not. For a brief moment, he worried they had just injured the future king and their need to breed had been the start of a war between their tribes.

“The little bitch just came…” Pembe laughed as he reached between Mkuu and himself, when he withdrew his hand, it was covered in yet another spend of the young lions seed. “I think it’s safe to say, our future king is very happy to serve his people.”

That was all Sikio needed to hear, his hips immediately began to pull back a few inches before he thrust back inside the tight and almost overly filled lions behind. Not far off, Mzaha watched as his older brother was sandwiched between the two large buffalo. As soon as he heard Pembe tell Sikio of his brother climaxing from being double stuffed, the dark furred lion looked up and around himself at the four buffalo standing around him and noticed how they were grinning rather hungrily at him.

“This must be how prey feels…” he mumbled, before being scooped up off the floor. Soon Mzaha found himself sheathed down on another buffalo, only he was now positioned with his back to the large male’s chest. Another large brute he had not caught the name of, appeared between his thighs and lifted the lion’s legs up high and wide about his broad waist. The dark furred lion growled out as he was soon treated to the same treatment as his brother, the arms wrapped about his own from behind managed to pin them at his sides and felt like iron, which meant there was no escape. Just to add insult to injury, the smug buffalo who had helped double stuff him even reached down to flick a fingertip against his achingly hard prick, which was now spewing a steady stream of sticky precum down against his belly.

“Seems like you enjoy this just as much as your brother” the buffalo teased, before he grasped the lions own modest pink member and began to stroke him in time to the thrusts. “What’s the matter kitty, going to cum again, like the little bitch you are?” the buffalo teased, bursting out in a deep booming laugh when he heard the growl coming from the trapped lion below.

Mzaha glared up at the bull, unable to resist him, but also knowing he was unfortunately right. Even without the hand stroking his dick, he could feel another climax starting to build and grow just behind his aching balls. Even though he’d spilled ample amounts of his royal seed on the ground not long ago, he could feel his orbs churning and trying to produce even more. This time though, all he could manage was a weak shot or two of milky essence spattering barely up to his belly button, much to the buffalo’s amusement. They had fucked him dry and still his cock refused to deflate and retreat back inside its sheath.

By the time the sun began to rise, the two brothers had been bred and seeded more than a lone buffalo cow in a herd of horny bulls. Their once glossy coats were caked and covered in the buffalo’s cum, at least what had not been deposited under their tails or that which they had been forced to swallow. Mzaha and Mkuu were barely conscious when the herd had finally had their fill and decided to head back home, leaving the two young lions laying in the puddle of their shared mess and discarded marula fruit.

“Man, we need to get a lion of our own…did you see how much fun they are?” Mkuu heard the meerkat mumble to his warthog companion as they stumbled past, heading to who knew where.

“I wouldn’t mind hakuna’ing their tight matata’s, I’ll tell you that much” the warthog snorted, before letting off a stench foul enough to sober up the two lions immediately.