The Pride Lands
Timon and Simba have a morning ritual but today it doesn't go to plan as Pumba catches them red handed!
I haven't really posted here recently so I need to do some catch up I know, so here's the first of many of the stories I wrote last year.
The 'Pride' Lands
It was late afternoon in the Pride Lands and all was quiet except for the swift breeze kicking up dust across the landscape. A small lion cub was just waking up from a nap in the shade of the safe haven of trees he knew so well, yawning and scraping his claws on the ground as his body stretched out to push the tiredness out of him.
Yet in doing so the creature had unintentionally caused a commotion below his stomach. As he quickly stood up onto all four paws, the meerkat below him gasped a bit for air and comically spat out a tuft of the cub's yellow fur. With a quick apology, the young feline gave his friend a quick lick over to flatten his fur.
The two made an odd couple of friends, as often one would be expected to eat the other. However, the young boy didn't know that this was the case as he had been raised alone by that meerkat and his warthog friend who seemed to have gotten up already for some grubs.
A trio more strange hadn't been seen before, but this bunch of friends was closer than most in so many ways. They each had a name, so as to make it easier to discern who they were talking to or about at the time. The lion's was Simba, the meerkat's was Timon and the warthog was named Pumba.
Now, Timon and Simba had a secret habit that they would do each time they woke up without their big pig-like friend. Simba would start to lick his rough tongue across the smaller creature's man parts and the meerkat would do the same to his to get rid of morning wood.
Simba didn't fully understand what it was they did exactly; all he knew was that from a young age it had been the norm. He did enjoy himself though; the odd pleasures that rose from doing that ritual made it one he partook of willingly.
So that is what began to happen. As the cub finished flattening the fur he had made stick up, he moved downward to where the other male's small tool already stood proud from him ready for action. Naturally, by now he knew he had to be careful with the meerkat's dick; after all they weren't built to stand the sandpaper like tongues of felines.
Being as gentle as his body let him, the lion started softly slurping, tasting that familiar hint of musk. Soon he turned the meerkat around so that he stood over the smaller body of the other, his own cock pulsing and ready. Being as Timon didn't have to worry as much about being gentle on the boy; he soon wraps his lips around that young length, which was already larger than his but mainly just because of the differences in their sizes.
Both males were happily enjoying themselves, soft slurping and suckling sounds filling the air as they engaged in their cross species sixty-nine. Each male knew the other wouldn't take too long to reach the inevitable climax, or they wouldn't on a normal day. Today wasn't a normal day though and as they kept going their minds started to fog a little. That was, until a gruff clearing of the throat from nearby brought them both back down to earth pretty swiftly.
Caught in the act, the two males blushed and Simba quickly moves off his friend, as the warthog now giving them a serious look gets in closer. Pumba seemed pretty pissed, but then he broke a sly smile and rolls his eyes "you guys...why didn't you tell me you were doing that sorta thing? And here I was holding back because I thought he was too young Timon, you devil!"
Timon simply blushed a little more, before slowly returning a smile of his own "you mean...you want in?" The pig creature nods and immediately snuffles his snout into the meerkat's crotch, his mouth large but somehow quite skilled at sucking on the small tool now inside it. Watching dumbstruck for a moment, the lion cub decides to gently push the warthog on to his side to see what he could do to please him.
To his complete surprise, the pig cock that greeted him was unlike anything he'd ever seen, curly and long not unlike a normal pig's tail. He took what he knew from his times with Timon into account and started gently licking over the pink length in front of him as well as the large set of balls that dangled down behind it.
Pumba grunted in pleasure almost immediately and pushed into the strange little tongue assaulting his loins. In the current position Simba was unable to get his own cock played with, but at the new taste and scent of the warthog's musky cock he didn't even really think about it.
Both of the lion's friends didn't take long to get really into it, humping back at the respective mouths of the one pleasuring them. Pre cum squirted all over the young lion's body, he had never seen so much of it come out of someone. But that was nothing compared to when the red skinned male finally reached his climax almost simultaneously to Timon.
As the warthog's mouth was filled with the small batch of his friend's spooge, he was starting his long firing of squirts all over the little lion between his legs. Most of it hit the poor boy square in the face but soon he opened his mouth to catch it and purred at the saltier taste than he was used to with Timon.
Being a porcine (Pig like creature), Pumba's orgasm lasted quite a while and well before he was done spraying Simba had to pull back to avoid drowning slowly in the flow. When it finally did stop flowing, there was a nice puddle on the grass next to him.
The big warthog felt kind of bad, after all he hadn't warmed the boy about his load size. So he moved to lick all of the fertile goop off his body and while he was at it he also moved between the boy's legs to lap at his previously ignored shaft. Now remembering that he hadn't gotten to blow yet, Simba moaned into the air and wiggled his legs as the large mouth of his friend's worked his shaft.
But another surprise hit him, as the smaller tongue of the meerkat managed to get to his set of young balls. Now feeling double the pleasure, the overstimulated lion soon had the hardest orgasm of his life so far. He gave out a fair few spurts, an impressive amount considering his age and species nonetheless.
As he panted his way down from that high, his friends moved to all cuddle up with him together. It was nice to enjoy the afterglow of orgasm with heat surrounding you, that was something Simba learnt today...even if he didn't know what the words afterglow and orgasm meant yet. After all that he would have to be taught soon though and that would be an even more fun experience for the boy.