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"Ugh finally..." Timon sighed to himself. Finally he and Pumbaa were able to return to their humble abode. It had been yet another long day of assisting Simba and his family. They were happy to help out the lion that they raised but some tasks were more taxing than others. But it was all over now and instead of worrying about things like that, the duo instead looked forward to some quality time with just the two of them.

"Ah, home sweet home. And there's still plenty of daylight to burn," Timon said, the relief in his tone being easy to pick up on.

Pumbaa didn't have as many qualms with helping out Simba and the others whenever their services were needed. He wasn't so quick to admit the last few requests for help had been a bit much for him. All in all, the warthog enjoyed the feeling of fulfillment that came from doing good deeds. Only being comparable to returning home and being able to wind down from it all.

"So, what should we do first?" he asked, sitting on his rump so Timon could slide down his back.

"Well..." Timon started, pausing when he reached the ground. "My feet are killing me and a dip in the hot springs is just what they need."

"Right behind ya!" Pumbaa called enthusiastically.

The two of them were soon sighing from the comfort and relief of the warm water. Timon was soon lost in the simple pleasure, letting his stresses soak away along with the aching in his feet. Pumbaa was doing the same more or less. Though there were no aches to ease, the warthog still basked in the soothing warmth that enveloped him.

The pair spent quite a bit of time in the hot spring, indulging themselves as much as they wanted. When they stopped it was just before sunset and the rumbling of Pumbaa's stomach signified the event that was to come right after. Pushing a log aside was all it took to get a plentiful meal. Working quickly, Timon and Pumbaa feasted on some grubs, ending their day with a meal to fill up their bellies. Apart from their actions in the Pride Lands, it wasn't much of an eventful day but that suited the duo just fine.

Night was soon upon them and Pumbaa let out a yawn, making Timon chuckle. "Alright, big guy. I think it's about time we turn in."

"After you," Pumbaa said, following the meerkat back to their shared bed of the softest materials that could be found within the jungle. They settled down to get themselves comfortable, having their bodies so close together.

Just as Timon was about to close his eyes, Pumbaa got his attention. "Hey... Hey, Timon..." he whispered.

"Yeah, buddy?" the meerkat answered.

"Uh it's... Well, we've been kinda busy for the last few days and... I know you're tired but I was actually hoping we were still gonna..."

Timon's eyes opened fully as he remembered the plans made earlier. Granted it was before they were requested at Pride Rock for the fourth time now, but the meerkat had been flirtatious that morning and had alluded to treating his mate to something special later on. He had been in a certain mood then. Pumbaa must have assumed it had passed but as the smaller mammal relived the moment in his head, those feelings returned.

"Oh, don't worry, Pumbaa. I haven't forgotten," Timon said, rising from the bed. "Thanks to you..." That part was mumbled under his breath. There was a stirring between his legs, being the tip of his cock that peaked and slid from his sheath. It had been some time since he and his mate had gotten close in such a way. And for being such a trouper and beacon of enthusiasm throughout it all, the porcine deserved something special alright.

Alright lying on his back and having both hindlegs spread, Pumbaa was in the perfect position. All Timon had to do was move in and get just a bit closer to the ground...

Pumbaa was waiting to see what his partner had in store for him. Excitement was already making his chest pound. And then he felt it. Just beneath his tail, he felt the first touches of Timon's hands grazing over his sensitive rim. They were smooth grazes and teases, even tracing along the shape of it. The meerkat was taking his time, watching as the rim flexed and clenched in reaction to his touches, finding but amusement in arousal in the sight.

"Someone's all riled up," Timon said, using a more seductive tone of voice. In response, Pumbaa gave a whimper-like sound. He fell into their usual teasing back-and-forth rather quickly. "Now, let's get you ready."

Though he was smaller, that didn't mean he could just go right in. There was still some preparation that needed to be done. Replacing the brushing of his fingertip came first the gentle kiss of his lips and the first drag of his tongue over the soft opening. A surprised gasp came from the much bigger mammal, followed by a lustful chuckle.

Pumbaa felt a sense of warmth spreading from the sweeps of the small but effective tongue. One lick came after another, soon getting the outside wet with saliva, making it shimmer in the low moonlight. It was a pretty sight to Timon and plenty enticing as well. Once having the outside covered, Timon's hands reached out to plant his hands to give some small rubbing to the warthog's rump. While massaging his partner's backside, Timon began to lick inside of the soft hole.

Of course it didn't reach very far but it still brought pleasure. The moans of the red hog filled the moonlit jungle. So far the licks were slow and easy, giving the chance to adjust to the feeling. From this, Pumbaa's own cock was easing out of the plump sheath he bore, resting just above the sizable balls that his species were known for. As the sensations were slowly building in intensity, more and more of the hog's length came into view, until it was all out and already dripping onto his soft belly.

"Oh, Timon..." he moaned. It felt like a fire had been lit within him, only now feeling how strong the feeling of lust and need was. Though there was the urge to squirm, Pumbaa did his best to keep still, just riding out the feelings as he watched his shaft bob and now squirt strings of his excess fluids. This was a common sight, things tended to get rather messy when Pumbaa really got going.

"Mmm..." Timon moaned in response, keeping his face pressed to the rim. His tongue was reaching in as far as it could reach, now licking harder than before, putting more pressure as the surface rubbed along the soft interior. A subtle yet pleasant taste came from him and it encouraged the meerkat to rim with more vigor, swirling the length of his tongue along while keeping a steady pressure on the sensitive interior.

Shivers ran through Pumbaa, his cock jerking and that burning lust getting stronger inside of him. He let himself get lost in the licking, feeling the warm and wet appendage dragging every way, keeping the feeling strong within him. "Oh, you do it so well..."

"Comes from a lot of practice," Timon responded, having given his tongue a small break, but he kept Pumbaa occupied by using his fingers in the meantime, twisting and grinding them over the previously licked spots. He got a kick out of seeing and hearing the continued moans and sudden jerks from his partner. It brought a sense of pride knowing that a little guy like him could satisfy someone so much bigger.

His hand could reach further than his hand of course and he had a bit of fun sinking in just a bit deeper, smearing his warm saliva even further along the soft lining. And the sounds from Pumbaa had gotten only louder and more intense, squeezes came down on the probing hand that found and stimulated the right spots. Though he couldn't see, Timon was sure that Pumbaa had made quite the mess of his belly so far.

"You doing alright up there, big guy?" Timon asked, quickly getting a low groan in response. Smirking, the meerkat slowly pulled his hand free from the wet entrance, hearing the soft pop of it and the sigh that followed. With a small grunt of his own, Timon climbed up the warthog's body to take a look. Pumbaa's belly fur was wet from his own pre that was still coming from his tip, a sign of how pent up the warthog was.

Heaving himself up fully, Timon strolled over the hog's length that managed to be nearly his own size. Just as he had many times before, he climbed onto it, all but lying his body over the hot pink flesh. Giving a small huff as he started, Timon began to slowly hump against the pulsing thing, using the slick fluids to ease the process and increase the pleasure between them.

"Ooah!! Timon!" Pumbaa called, throwing his head back and panting harder from their cocks grinding against each other.

"Just let it all out, Pumbs!" Timon encouraged, catching up on the pleasure by giving a few quick humps against the bigger shaft, also having his hands to hold onto, squeeze, and run his hands along the twitching inches. Timon gave attention to the rest of it, reaching further along until rubbing his hands at the thin tip that never seemed to stop spurting precum.

Now their voices were filling the jungle together. It certainly didn't take long for Timon to fall into the deep pleasure, being no less pent up. Certainly not as much as the bigger mammal, precum oozed from his tip, being smeared and added to the greater whole. They embraced their unique form of sex, having to work around their major differences in size. But after figuring things out, the pair went fully into showing their affection and lust towards each other.

"Umph! A-alright. It's time...!" Timon said in a strained voice, hopping from the warthog's cock and sliding back down until he touched the ground. Being quick, he raced around back to the hole. As their levels of stamina were also different, there was some "warming up" needed before getting to the good stuff so they could finish at about the same time. Placing his hand upon the rim again, Timon smeared the precum that coated them both out and inside. Once down with that, he got in close, hugging his body to Pumbaa's backside once more. With a lean in of his lower half, Timon's precum-coated cock made contact with the soft entrance.

A small push and it easily slid inside, renewing the moans between the two of them. Timon planted his feet firmly into the ground as he began to rock his hips back and forth, groaning and shuddering from the tightness he felt despite their size difference. Being so far along, Pumbaa was trembling and his hole was gripping with each clench.

"Damn. It really has been too long..." Timon moaned, instantly melting the moment his length began to rub over the soft wet walls, smoothly grinding back and forth, reaching just deep enough to give pleasure and strike those spots that got Pumbaa further along with him. "And you really know how to get me going."

"Uugh... Just a little more, Timon!" Pumbaa cried out, being both an announcement and plea for more. The smaller male made good on that, chasing his own limits as well, humping harder into the supple hole to the point that his body was crashing into the warthog's backside, plunging his cock into the supple hold, feeling the rise of his climax getting stronger and stronger. Together, and Pumbaa cried out, sharing the bliss of their simultaneous climaxes. While Timon shot streams of his cum, Pumbaa squealed as he shot thick rope after rope of cum that quickly made a mess of his body.

When the two of them came down from their bliss, panting and still moaning slightly Timon chuckled. "Hehe. Guess it's a late bath time for us." Though Pumbaa didn't say anything, the amused huff was one of agreement.