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"writing": "It had been some time since Timon and Pumbaa had rescued Simba from the desert and brought him back to the oasis. At first the lion cub had a tough time adjusting to his new life but that changed after they taught him their life motto Hakuna Matata. Simba was quick to adopt this way of living and had been in a much better mood ever since. \n\nHis young age meant that he had a lot of energy. Timon and Pumbaa found themselves playing the role of parents, keeping an eye on the feline and making sure that he was kept out of trouble. Simba was always running around, getting into the things and wanting to explore. He was also full of questions that Timon was answering more often than not. \n\nThe meerkat quickly gained a greater appreciation of the sunset. When the sun would disappear over the horizon, the lion cub was sent to be. Often, Simba protested but he was still put into his nest and the other two would snuggle up against him, keeping the feline company just in case he had a nightmare. This became a routine that the two had gotten used to and maintained day after day, finding a sense of excitement from acting as Simba’s new parents. \n\nSimba’s introduction required them to change up their lifestyle in more than a few ways. They had to be more aware of the things they said and did in the cub’s presence. The new addition’s needs came first and they were poised to come to his aid if needed. It was a bit difficult and even annoying as the young big cat would wake up periodically through the night. Reasons ranging from needing to relieve himself, having nightmares, and needing a drink of water had the meerkat and warthog repeatedly waking up and escorting the cub. \n\nThankfully Simba seemed to be fully acclimated to his new home and there hadn’t been any of these problems as of late. Timon suggested they wait a bit to really make sure things had changed and after a while Simba was still soundly asleep. Sharing a nod, the pair of caretakers eased themselves from the nest, moving gently and slowly until they were up and stepping away while Simba was left sleeping and unaware. \n\n“Looks like he’s finally good and comfortable,” Timon said as he and Pumbaa walked away side by side. \n\n“So does that mean that we’ll be able to...do that thing?” Pumbaa asked with building excitement in his voice. \n\n“So you’ve been thinking about it?” Timon responded with snark. \n\n“Well...it has been a while. Ever since we brought Simba here,” Pumbaa explained. \n\n“That’s what happens when you have kids, Pumbaa. Some things just get pushed to the side. But don’t you worry, big buddy. We’re gonna make up for lost time. We just need to create enough distance between us and the snoring furball. Not much longer now.” The smaller creature slowed his stride and swung his hand to smack Pumbaa’s fat rump, making the warthog jump and chuckle sheepishly. \n\nThey stopped at a clearing. Timon felt they were a good distance away from Simba and could make up for all the time that was lost and the nights that were spent sleeping and just that. He could tell the warthog was really needing it. Pumbaa’s excitement was palpable and could be seen in the form of something pink and pointed poking from his fat sheath. \n\nSimba could feel the lack of presence even when he was asleep and stirred until his eyes were open. He looked around and saw that he was indeed all alone. If it were just Timon or Pumbaa gone while the other remained he wouldn’t have thought much about it. But the meerkat and warthog were completely out of his sight. At first the lion cub started to panic, fearing he had been abandoned again, like in one of his nightmares, but he calmed down and did some investigating. He found a scent that was undoubtedly Pumbaa’s and began to follow it through the oasis. Timon’s scent wasn’t as strong but it was there too and he assumed that they went off together. \n\nAs he approached the clearing, Simba heard some strange noises coming from Pumbaa. They kind of sounded like he was having a stomach ache, continual groans that made him curious. Tracking them by sound instead of smell, the young feline located them and poked his head through the bushes that acted as a barrier between the clearing and the larger area of the oasis. Usually Simba would have approached them but this time he was left standing in place by what he saw. \n\nStanding in the center of the clearing was Pumbaa, low to the ground, sticking his big rump out. Timon was behind him, the meerkat standing on a small flat rock, using it as a platform. This added height allowed Timon to reach the bigger animal’s tailhole. Simba watched with a mix of curiosity and confused disgust as he saw Timon leaning his face in, licking at the warthog’s tailhole. Doing this was making Pumbaa groan. Simba couldn’t understand why the meerkat was doing this or Pumbaa’s reactions that portrayed enjoyment: the kind that seemed similar to scratching a deep itch. \n\nTimon kept sliding his tongue over the winking rim, making it wetter with his spit. Just as much as Pumbaa was enjoying this, Timon appeared to like what he was doing as well. After every lick, the meerkat would hum pleasantly, the same way he would when biting into his favorite grub. Timon’s tongue pushed in and kept licking, making Pumbaa’s sounds louder. Simba didn’t understand what was going on but watching was making him feel strange. Keeping himself quiet, the young feline watched as the tongue was eventually pulled out. Replacing it was Timon’s hand. It reached up and prodded at the hole. \n\nSimba had to keep his gasp contained as he watched Timon sink his paw and then his arm into Pumbaa slowly. Nearly all the way up to his shoulder, the meerkat’s limb was deep into the moaning warthog. It was moved back and forth, going deep inside of the bigger animal. Simba could see Pumbaa length. It was fully out of its sheath and leaking plenty of fluids. Eventually Pumbaa was raising his voice and his length was bouncing, shooting white sticky stuff all over the ground. \n\n“How was that, big guy?” Timon asked as he pulled his arm and paw free completely. \n\n“That was great! I can never last when you do that...” Pumbaa panted. \n\n“Eh, I figured some good ol’ prostate punching is what you needed,” Timon asked. He stepped off the rock and looked at the mess that Pumbaa had produced, whistling to convey how impressed he was. “Wow, you really were backed up.” \n\n“You can’t be any better,” Pumbaa said as he rose to his hooves. “Now it’s Mr. Pig’s turn.” With a quickness, Pumbaa turned himself around and pushed Timon down with his snout. Timon was the one moaning out as Pumbaa wrapped his plump lips around the meerkat’s erection, tenderly suckling on it. Simba noticed that it was kind of like when he used to nurse milk from his mother. But Pumbaa was moving his head back and forth, making pleased sounds while Timon continued to moan out. The smaller animal started to grind his hips against the mouth until he was crying out and spilling his seed all over Pumbaa’s thick tongue. \n\nPumbaa swallowed the seed that was being spurt into his mouth. He pulled his mouth off and moaned from the last of Timon’s cum being spurt onto his snout. \n\n“Ahh... I just love the way you do that...” Timon groaned as his length was softening and sinking back into his sheath. “Think we better get back to Simba?”\n\n“Sure,” Pumbaa agreed. “But how about we get cleaned up first?” Timon nodded and they got up to find a pool of water to wash themselves in. Simba saw that as his chance to slip away. He crawled back into the nest but found it hard to fall asleep, even when Timon and Pumbaa returned, assuming that he never left. For most of the night, the lion cub was replaying the intimate events that occurred between the meerkat and warthog. Eventually he fell asleep and when he woke up the next morning he was all alone in his nest. \n\nLaying on his back, Simba looked down and saw that his length was poking out of its sheath, just like Timon and Pumbaa’s had when they were doing that stuff. Knowing that it was his private area and it was best to not let anyone see, Simba rolled over and decided to start the day by getting something to eat. Filling his stomach distracted him from that funny feeling between his hindlegs until he came across Timon again. The meerkat was all by himself, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight. \n\n“Timon? Can I ask you a question?” Simba asked. \n\nHearing the cub’s voice made Timon look back. He was expecting to see the young lion’s plucky expression but instead Simba was looking rather uncertain and seemed hesitant. \n\n“Uh, sure. What’s wrong?” Timon asked while sitting up, giving the feline his full attention. \n\n“Promise you won’t be mad?” Simba asked. \n\n“I promise.”\n\n“Well, I woke up last night and saw you two weren’t in the nest. When I found you guys, I saw you and Pumbaa...doing stuff,” Simba admitted. Hearing that made Timon perk up and he was suddenly nervous. \n\n“Oh really? H-how much did you see?” Timon dared to ask. \n\n“All of it,” Simba admitted while lowering his eyes. “I didn’t mean to, but can I ask? What was all that stuff? It looked like you two were really liking it.” \n\n“Well uh...” Timon knew that he couldn’t explain away what Simba saw and he would reach the age of puberty so maybe it was best to get a headstart? “Alright, kid.” The meerkat rose to his feet. “I guess it's time for a crash course.” \n\nTimon started things off simple, first introducing Simba to his own imitate parts, their function and role in making cubs, much to the feline’s surprise. Timon decided it was best to demonstrate through direct action. He asked Simba if he could do so and the sub gave him permission to reach out and touch his sheath. A small gasp came from the lion cub when he felt the fingers rubbing and squeezing his crotch. That tingly feeling came back but it was much stronger now. \n\nIt didn’t take long for the cub’s pink length to come out. Timon wrapped his paw around that and stroked it directly. Simba gasped and moved his hips without thinking in reaction. Timon was skillfully touching and pleasuring the cub’s growing erection for the first time. Simba found himself moaning just as Pumbaa had been, unable to hold back these natural reactions. It did feel weird but that tingling pleasure was much stronger.\n\n“See this?” Timon said, prompting Simba to look down. To the young lion’s surprise there was a clear substance that was leaking from the tip. “This is called precum. It can be used to wet things up and make it feel better.” Timon showed what he meant by getting the precum all over his hand and then resuming his strokes, pumping at the entirety of Simba’s fully erect cub cock. \n\nSimba couldn’t respond. He was too busy panting and squirming in reaction to the faster strokes. Waves of this new kind of pleasure were sent through his body. He could feel his groin throbbing. It made him worry a bit but Timon was still jerking and even squeezing his lionhood. This feeling built until Simba could handle no more. He was crying out, moving his hips as he was shooting ropes of the same stuff that had come from Pumbaa’s length. Simba was struck by his first climax, seeing stars and feeling a bit woozy from the incredible feeling. \n\n\n“There’s lesson one,” Timon said. While Simba was still a bit dazed, Timon was up and moving towards him. Settling down between the cub’s spread legs, he eased his head down. Another moan came from Simba the moment he felt his caregiver’s tongue sliding over his length. It started from the base, going all the way up to his tip and back down again. After doing this again, Timon opened his mouth and took it into his mouth. \n\nExperience and Simba’s current size allowed Timon to push his mouth all the way down. He was sure that when Simba started growing he wouldn’t be able to fit the whole thing in. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Timon sucked and licked all over the little lion’s cock, getting his sense of taste familiar with the feline’s cum. \n\nSimba was moaning out again, even louder than before. He looked down, watching Timon bob his head. The meerkat knew exactly what to do, guided by muscle memory while Simba was having his mind repeatedly blown from the stronger kind of pleasure that kept his whole body trembling. Getting an explanation of sex stuff from Timon gave him some level of understanding but feeling a warm mouth on his little cock truly put the pieces together. Now fully understood why Timon and Pumbaa had been acting like that... \n\nTimon was bobbing his head at an even pace, keeping his speed limited for the sake of not overwhelming the squirming cub. His lips were wrapped around the twitching length his tongue was kept pressed to the surface, going up and down with the rest of his muzzle. Doing this gave Timon the chance to become familiar with the lion’s cock. Naturally he wasn’t keen on just approaching carnivores and offering to inspect their junks. Just as he had been at one point about what Pumbaa had, Timon had a curiosity about the shape and function of Simba’s anatomy. Tracing his tongue all over the barbs caused Simba to squirm and kick, a clear sign that they were extra sensitive. \n\nSlowly, the speed of the blowjob was picking up. Simba’s reactions were becoming stronger as a result. His young body was being put through so much but he was loving it. Aside from being able to touch and feel all over the lionhood with his mouth, Timon was also given the taste of Simba’s precum. All of the cum had been licked away so he got to feel the fluid leaking onto his tongue, always coming after a throb. \n\nIt became too much for the lion cub and he was again crying out from the rush. Timon was still sucking and this resulted in his mouth being filled with Simba’s loads. They came out in the form of thin ropes but he still got a full taste of the lion’s seed, finding it tastier than he was expecting. \n\n“Think you can do the same to me?” Timon asked, snapping Simba from his stupor. \n\n“I uh... I think so,” Simba said as he rose to his paws and approached. The chance offered rejuvenated the lion cub. As Timon laid flat on his back and spread his legs, he guided the eager feline. He told Simba to think of it like nursing but instead of actually sucking he would be doing a lot of licking. Simba kept that in mind when he opened his mouth and carefully let the length slide onto his tongue. Keeping his teeth in mind, Simba started to suck on Timon’s length. \n\nTimon could feel the lack of practiced finesse but still felt pleasure from the rough tongue. It's simple licks covered a lot of area at once, completely coating his shaft in saliva in a few flicks. Simba explored his length, just licking the bottom side but all over. Now it was Timon’s turn to moan and tremble. The bristles on Simba’s tongue were providing such a unique sensation, it was impossible for him not to react. \n\nHearing his caregiver’s moans emboldened Simba and he attempted to do more. Basically repeating the actions that had been done to him, Simba wrapped his lips around Timon’s length and worked his tongue against it. This was being done while his head started to bob up and down. Timon’s size and its shape made him essentially the perfect practice partner. Keeping the advice he had been given in mind while also exploring and experimenting on his own, Simba was becoming much better in such a short amount of time. \n\n“You’ve got some natural talent, kid,” Timon said. \n\nSimba’s ears flicked in response to that. He kept at it, reacting to the taste of Timon’s precum. It was saltier than he expected but not nearly as much as some bugs he had eaten. He recalled Timon speeding up his sucking so Simba decided to do the same. Doing his best to remain careful, the young lion moved his head up and down at a slightly faster tempo. The movements of his tongue changed to match. This resulted in Timon balling his paws and groaning deeply. He bucked his hips but Simba understood it was just a reaction to how good it was feeling. \n\nLetting Timon hump into his mouth, Simba continued his sucking. The pulses on his moving tongue were becoming stronger and more precum was being to him, all of which he tasted and then swallowed. A few more licks was all it took to have Timon gasping and shooting his loads into the younger male’s mouth. Even if he was smaller, Timon was releasing some impressive amounts of seed. The taste was stronger, its texture much stickier, but Simba still swallowed it all down and felt a sense of satisfaction that was similar to having his first grub. \n\nHe kept licking and swallowing until Timon was finished releasing. Timon tapped his head and the lion pulled off, licking his chops. A deep sigh came from the meerkat. That was an amazing experience but he found himself wanting even more. Looking underneath the young lion, he could see that Simba was still hard and wet from spit and cum.\n\n“Okay... Time for the final lesson. And this one is really advanced!” Timon said, hoping that would further excite the cub. Of course it did. Simba perked up immediately. Timon explained this “lesson,” which would involve Simba getting on top of him and pushing his cock into the meerkat’s ass. \n\nSimba was guided into the position, left to move his hips, poking his tip in an effort to find Timon’s tailhole. The lion was most certainly excited, eager to feel more pleasure and experience something that he hadn’t seen that night before. For some reason being on top of the smaller male felt natural. \n\nWith a bit more feeling around, Simba managed to touch something that was soft, warm, and smooth. He instinctively pushed against it before realizing and then gasped when he felt the hole opening up, letting him in. His wet shaft was sliding against the smooth and heated walls, bringing him a feeling never experienced before. \n\n“Oh, Timon!” Simba exclaimed. His body seemed to know what to do already. Once most of his tip was inside, the lion cub started rocking his hips, gaining even greater tingles. Simba had enough sense to not make his thrusts too hard but it wasn’t easy. The heat, softness, and squeezes to his cock were all teasing him. As he kept rocking his hindquarters, Timon was moaning beneath him. The meerkat was lying on a smooth rock, groaning pleasantly from the perfect amount of cock that was being pushed and pulled inside of him. \n\nAnother push caused the feline’s length to reach even deeper. This also meant that Timon’s prostate was being pushed down on. Simba was completely unaware of this, too wrapped up in enjoying the pleasure that he was receiving. \n\n“K-keep it up, kid!” Timon gasped. Simba really did show promise as a fast learner. He could feel the humps coming much smoother than before. The pressing of his prostate caused the hole to clench down, giving Simba an even tighter hole to thrust into. “Think you can go a bit faster?” \n\nAs soon as he asked that, Simba allowed himself to move with greater speed. It was a dramatic increase. All of a sudden, Timon was gripping the rock, his body being rocked and forth in reaction to the brisk pace and the repeated strikes to his pleasure button. The whole time he had been throbbing and leaking precum but this was simply too much for him to handle. \n\nAll he could do was raise his voice as he was pushed into a climax. Brought to this point without use of his paws, Timon all but collapsed on top of the rock, left panting heavily while his cock was shooting ropes across the smooth stone’s surface. With his climax came the harder squeezes of his hole, waves of increased tightness that Simba would experience. \n\nSimba wasn’t prepared for this at all. The first squeezes struck him hard, but he powered through them, putting extra force into his pumps. Timon was moaning even louder from this. Rivaling the sound were the lion’s growls, increasing in volume as he was driving himself all the closer to his climax. \n\nAll it took was another hump. This one came with an even stronger amount of force. Simba was guided by something primal, compelled to slam every inch past Timon’s rim with every bit of force that he could muster. And when he did so, the young feline was rewarded with the feeling of an intense, world spinning orgasm. He stopped completely and remained on top of Timon as he released seed inside of the tight, clenching hole. \n\n“Oh, Timon..! That was the greatest thing ever...!” Simba panted, now experiencing an amazing afterglow that kept him on top of the meerkat. \n\n“Trust me, kid. It’ll get even better...” \n\n~~~\n\nKion gave himself and the other lion guard members the day off. Things had been rather slow lately; no recent hyena attacks and few other issues in the pridelands for them to handle. It should have been a relief to have nothing to do but Kion quickly found himself becoming pretty bored. To kill time he went out on a patrol, framing it as a walk so he could make the excuse that he wasn’t working. The patrol was uneventful, meaning that there truly was nothing for him to do that day. With no other options available to him, Kion decided to return to pride rock and see if his dad was busy. \n\nAt this time of day pride rock was practically empty. All the lionesses were sent out for hunting or other duties and Kiara was out with his mom for some future queen lesson. As he ventured up the large natural stone formation, Kion could hear strange sounds coming from the cavern entrance. Curious and a little concerned, he picked up his pace and stepped inside of the cavern, following the noises to one of the more secluded chambers. \n\nStill not knowing if it was someone in pain, Kion decided to approach carefully and not yet announce himself. Once he was in the chamber, his eyes adjusted to the lower amount of light, the young lion could see none other than his father and Timon. The adult lion and king of the pride lands was on his stomach, moaning out as Timon was behind him, using a stone to keep himself at the perfect height to pump his fist in and out of the king’s tailhole, reaching deep into it. \n\nKion kept watching until his dad roared out and sprayed his seed all over the cavern floor. Panting heavily, Simba looked over and froze when he saw Kion but Timon chuckled as he pulled his arm from the warm hole. \n\n“Ah, Kion. You’re about that age for the talk. Why don’t you come here and let me show you a few things?”\n",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "It had been some time since Timon and Pumbaa had rescued Simba from the desert and brought him back to the oasis. At first the lion cub had a tough time adjusting to his new life but that changed after they taught him their life motto Hakuna Matata. Simba was quick to adopt this way of living and had been in a much better mood ever since.
His young age meant that he had a lot of energy. Timon and Pumbaa found themselves playing the role of parents, keeping an eye on the feline and making sure that he was kept out of trouble. Simba was always running around, getting into the things and wanting to explore. He was also full of questions that Timon was answering more often than not.
The meerkat quickly gained a greater appreciation of the sunset. When the sun would disappear over the horizon, the lion cub was sent to be. Often, Simba protested but he was still put into his nest and the other two would snuggle up against him, keeping the feline company just in case he had a nightmare. This became a routine that the two had gotten used to and maintained day after day, finding a sense of excitement from acting as Simba’s new parents.
Simba’s introduction required them to change up their lifestyle in more than a few ways. They had to be more aware of the things they said and did in the cub’s presence. The new addition’s needs came first and they were poised to come to his aid if needed. It was a bit difficult and even annoying as the young big cat would wake up periodically through the night. Reasons ranging from needing to relieve himself, having nightmares, and needing a drink of water had the meerkat and warthog repeatedly waking up and escorting the cub.
Thankfully Simba seemed to be fully acclimated to his new home and there hadn’t been any of these problems as of late. Timon suggested they wait a bit to really make sure things had changed and after a while Simba was still soundly asleep. Sharing a nod, the pair of caretakers eased themselves from the nest, moving gently and slowly until they were up and stepping away while Simba was left sleeping and unaware.
“Looks like he’s finally good and comfortable,” Timon said as he and Pumbaa walked away side by side.
“So does that mean that we’ll be able to...do that thing?” Pumbaa asked with building excitement in his voice.
“So you’ve been thinking about it?” Timon responded with snark.
“Well...it has been a while. Ever since we brought Simba here,” Pumbaa explained.
“That’s what happens when you have kids, Pumbaa. Some things just get pushed to the side. But don’t you worry, big buddy. We’re gonna make up for lost time. We just need to create enough distance between us and the snoring furball. Not much longer now.” The smaller creature slowed his stride and swung his hand to smack Pumbaa’s fat rump, making the warthog jump and chuckle sheepishly.
They stopped at a clearing. Timon felt they were a good distance away from Simba and could make up for all the time that was lost and the nights that were spent sleeping and just that. He could tell the warthog was really needing it. Pumbaa’s excitement was palpable and could be seen in the form of something pink and pointed poking from his fat sheath.
Simba could feel the lack of presence even when he was asleep and stirred until his eyes were open. He looked around and saw that he was indeed all alone. If it were just Timon or Pumbaa gone while the other remained he wouldn’t have thought much about it. But the meerkat and warthog were completely out of his sight. At first the lion cub started to panic, fearing he had been abandoned again, like in one of his nightmares, but he calmed down and did some investigating. He found a scent that was undoubtedly Pumbaa’s and began to follow it through the oasis. Timon’s scent wasn’t as strong but it was there too and he assumed that they went off together.
As he approached the clearing, Simba heard some strange noises coming from Pumbaa. They kind of sounded like he was having a stomach ache, continual groans that made him curious. Tracking them by sound instead of smell, the young feline located them and poked his head through the bushes that acted as a barrier between the clearing and the larger area of the oasis. Usually Simba would have approached them but this time he was left standing in place by what he saw.
Standing in the center of the clearing was Pumbaa, low to the ground, sticking his big rump out. Timon was behind him, the meerkat standing on a small flat rock, using it as a platform. This added height allowed Timon to reach the bigger animal’s tailhole. Simba watched with a mix of curiosity and confused disgust as he saw Timon leaning his face in, licking at the warthog’s tailhole. Doing this was making Pumbaa groan. Simba couldn’t understand why the meerkat was doing this or Pumbaa’s reactions that portrayed enjoyment: the kind that seemed similar to scratching a deep itch.
Timon kept sliding his tongue over the winking rim, making it wetter with his spit. Just as much as Pumbaa was enjoying this, Timon appeared to like what he was doing as well. After every lick, the meerkat would hum pleasantly, the same way he would when biting into his favorite grub. Timon’s tongue pushed in and kept licking, making Pumbaa’s sounds louder. Simba didn’t understand what was going on but watching was making him feel strange. Keeping himself quiet, the young feline watched as the tongue was eventually pulled out. Replacing it was Timon’s hand. It reached up and prodded at the hole.
Simba had to keep his gasp contained as he watched Timon sink his paw and then his arm into Pumbaa slowly. Nearly all the way up to his shoulder, the meerkat’s limb was deep into the moaning warthog. It was moved back and forth, going deep inside of the bigger animal. Simba could see Pumbaa length. It was fully out of its sheath and leaking plenty of fluids. Eventually Pumbaa was raising his voice and his length was bouncing, shooting white sticky stuff all over the ground.
“How was that, big guy?” Timon asked as he pulled his arm and paw free completely.
“That was great! I can never last when you do that...” Pumbaa panted.
“Eh, I figured some good ol’ prostate punching is what you needed,” Timon asked. He stepped off the rock and looked at the mess that Pumbaa had produced, whistling to convey how impressed he was. “Wow, you really were backed up.”
“You can’t be any better,” Pumbaa said as he rose to his hooves. “Now it’s Mr. Pig’s turn.” With a quickness, Pumbaa turned himself around and pushed Timon down with his snout. Timon was the one moaning out as Pumbaa wrapped his plump lips around the meerkat’s erection, tenderly suckling on it. Simba noticed that it was kind of like when he used to nurse milk from his mother. But Pumbaa was moving his head back and forth, making pleased sounds while Timon continued to moan out. The smaller animal started to grind his hips against the mouth until he was crying out and spilling his seed all over Pumbaa’s thick tongue.
Pumbaa swallowed the seed that was being spurt into his mouth. He pulled his mouth off and moaned from the last of Timon’s cum being spurt onto his snout.
“Ahh... I just love the way you do that...” Timon groaned as his length was softening and sinking back into his sheath. “Think we better get back to Simba?”
“Sure,” Pumbaa agreed. “But how about we get cleaned up first?” Timon nodded and they got up to find a pool of water to wash themselves in. Simba saw that as his chance to slip away. He crawled back into the nest but found it hard to fall asleep, even when Timon and Pumbaa returned, assuming that he never left. For most of the night, the lion cub was replaying the intimate events that occurred between the meerkat and warthog. Eventually he fell asleep and when he woke up the next morning he was all alone in his nest.
Laying on his back, Simba looked down and saw that his length was poking out of its sheath, just like Timon and Pumbaa’s had when they were doing that stuff. Knowing that it was his private area and it was best to not let anyone see, Simba rolled over and decided to start the day by getting something to eat. Filling his stomach distracted him from that funny feeling between his hindlegs until he came across Timon again. The meerkat was all by himself, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight.
“Timon? Can I ask you a question?” Simba asked.
Hearing the cub’s voice made Timon look back. He was expecting to see the young lion’s plucky expression but instead Simba was looking rather uncertain and seemed hesitant.
“Uh, sure. What’s wrong?” Timon asked while sitting up, giving the feline his full attention.
“Promise you won’t be mad?” Simba asked.
“I promise.”
“Well, I woke up last night and saw you two weren’t in the nest. When I found you guys, I saw you and Pumbaa...doing stuff,” Simba admitted. Hearing that made Timon perk up and he was suddenly nervous.
“Oh really? H-how much did you see?” Timon dared to ask.
“All of it,” Simba admitted while lowering his eyes. “I didn’t mean to, but can I ask? What was all that stuff? It looked like you two were really liking it.”
“Well uh...” Timon knew that he couldn’t explain away what Simba saw and he would reach the age of puberty so maybe it was best to get a headstart? “Alright, kid.” The meerkat rose to his feet. “I guess it's time for a crash course.”
Timon started things off simple, first introducing Simba to his own imitate parts, their function and role in making cubs, much to the feline’s surprise. Timon decided it was best to demonstrate through direct action. He asked Simba if he could do so and the sub gave him permission to reach out and touch his sheath. A small gasp came from the lion cub when he felt the fingers rubbing and squeezing his crotch. That tingly feeling came back but it was much stronger now.
It didn’t take long for the cub’s pink length to come out. Timon wrapped his paw around that and stroked it directly. Simba gasped and moved his hips without thinking in reaction. Timon was skillfully touching and pleasuring the cub’s growing erection for the first time. Simba found himself moaning just as Pumbaa had been, unable to hold back these natural reactions. It did feel weird but that tingling pleasure was much stronger.
“See this?” Timon said, prompting Simba to look down. To the young lion’s surprise there was a clear substance that was leaking from the tip. “This is called precum. It can be used to wet things up and make it feel better.” Timon showed what he meant by getting the precum all over his hand and then resuming his strokes, pumping at the entirety of Simba’s fully erect cub cock.
Simba couldn’t respond. He was too busy panting and squirming in reaction to the faster strokes. Waves of this new kind of pleasure were sent through his body. He could feel his groin throbbing. It made him worry a bit but Timon was still jerking and even squeezing his lionhood. This feeling built until Simba could handle no more. He was crying out, moving his hips as he was shooting ropes of the same stuff that had come from Pumbaa’s length. Simba was struck by his first climax, seeing stars and feeling a bit woozy from the incredible feeling.
“There’s lesson one,” Timon said. While Simba was still a bit dazed, Timon was up and moving towards him. Settling down between the cub’s spread legs, he eased his head down. Another moan came from Simba the moment he felt his caregiver’s tongue sliding over his length. It started from the base, going all the way up to his tip and back down again. After doing this again, Timon opened his mouth and took it into his mouth.
Experience and Simba’s current size allowed Timon to push his mouth all the way down. He was sure that when Simba started growing he wouldn’t be able to fit the whole thing in. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Timon sucked and licked all over the little lion’s cock, getting his sense of taste familiar with the feline’s cum.
Simba was moaning out again, even louder than before. He looked down, watching Timon bob his head. The meerkat knew exactly what to do, guided by muscle memory while Simba was having his mind repeatedly blown from the stronger kind of pleasure that kept his whole body trembling. Getting an explanation of sex stuff from Timon gave him some level of understanding but feeling a warm mouth on his little cock truly put the pieces together. Now fully understood why Timon and Pumbaa had been acting like that...
Timon was bobbing his head at an even pace, keeping his speed limited for the sake of not overwhelming the squirming cub. His lips were wrapped around the twitching length his tongue was kept pressed to the surface, going up and down with the rest of his muzzle. Doing this gave Timon the chance to become familiar with the lion’s cock. Naturally he wasn’t keen on just approaching carnivores and offering to inspect their junks. Just as he had been at one point about what Pumbaa had, Timon had a curiosity about the shape and function of Simba’s anatomy. Tracing his tongue all over the barbs caused Simba to squirm and kick, a clear sign that they were extra sensitive.
Slowly, the speed of the blowjob was picking up. Simba’s reactions were becoming stronger as a result. His young body was being put through so much but he was loving it. Aside from being able to touch and feel all over the lionhood with his mouth, Timon was also given the taste of Simba’s precum. All of the cum had been licked away so he got to feel the fluid leaking onto his tongue, always coming after a throb.
It became too much for the lion cub and he was again crying out from the rush. Timon was still sucking and this resulted in his mouth being filled with Simba’s loads. They came out in the form of thin ropes but he still got a full taste of the lion’s seed, finding it tastier than he was expecting.
“Think you can do the same to me?” Timon asked, snapping Simba from his stupor.
“I uh... I think so,” Simba said as he rose to his paws and approached. The chance offered rejuvenated the lion cub. As Timon laid flat on his back and spread his legs, he guided the eager feline. He told Simba to think of it like nursing but instead of actually sucking he would be doing a lot of licking. Simba kept that in mind when he opened his mouth and carefully let the length slide onto his tongue. Keeping his teeth in mind, Simba started to suck on Timon’s length.
Timon could feel the lack of practiced finesse but still felt pleasure from the rough tongue. It's simple licks covered a lot of area at once, completely coating his shaft in saliva in a few flicks. Simba explored his length, just licking the bottom side but all over. Now it was Timon’s turn to moan and tremble. The bristles on Simba’s tongue were providing such a unique sensation, it was impossible for him not to react.
Hearing his caregiver’s moans emboldened Simba and he attempted to do more. Basically repeating the actions that had been done to him, Simba wrapped his lips around Timon’s length and worked his tongue against it. This was being done while his head started to bob up and down. Timon’s size and its shape made him essentially the perfect practice partner. Keeping the advice he had been given in mind while also exploring and experimenting on his own, Simba was becoming much better in such a short amount of time.
“You’ve got some natural talent, kid,” Timon said.
Simba’s ears flicked in response to that. He kept at it, reacting to the taste of Timon’s precum. It was saltier than he expected but not nearly as much as some bugs he had eaten. He recalled Timon speeding up his sucking so Simba decided to do the same. Doing his best to remain careful, the young lion moved his head up and down at a slightly faster tempo. The movements of his tongue changed to match. This resulted in Timon balling his paws and groaning deeply. He bucked his hips but Simba understood it was just a reaction to how good it was feeling.
Letting Timon hump into his mouth, Simba continued his sucking. The pulses on his moving tongue were becoming stronger and more precum was being to him, all of which he tasted and then swallowed. A few more licks was all it took to have Timon gasping and shooting his loads into the younger male’s mouth. Even if he was smaller, Timon was releasing some impressive amounts of seed. The taste was stronger, its texture much stickier, but Simba still swallowed it all down and felt a sense of satisfaction that was similar to having his first grub.
He kept licking and swallowing until Timon was finished releasing. Timon tapped his head and the lion pulled off, licking his chops. A deep sigh came from the meerkat. That was an amazing experience but he found himself wanting even more. Looking underneath the young lion, he could see that Simba was still hard and wet from spit and cum.
“Okay... Time for the final lesson. And this one is really advanced!” Timon said, hoping that would further excite the cub. Of course it did. Simba perked up immediately. Timon explained this “lesson,” which would involve Simba getting on top of him and pushing his cock into the meerkat’s ass.
Simba was guided into the position, left to move his hips, poking his tip in an effort to find Timon’s tailhole. The lion was most certainly excited, eager to feel more pleasure and experience something that he hadn’t seen that night before. For some reason being on top of the smaller male felt natural.
With a bit more feeling around, Simba managed to touch something that was soft, warm, and smooth. He instinctively pushed against it before realizing and then gasped when he felt the hole opening up, letting him in. His wet shaft was sliding against the smooth and heated walls, bringing him a feeling never experienced before.
“Oh, Timon!” Simba exclaimed. His body seemed to know what to do already. Once most of his tip was inside, the lion cub started rocking his hips, gaining even greater tingles. Simba had enough sense to not make his thrusts too hard but it wasn’t easy. The heat, softness, and squeezes to his cock were all teasing him. As he kept rocking his hindquarters, Timon was moaning beneath him. The meerkat was lying on a smooth rock, groaning pleasantly from the perfect amount of cock that was being pushed and pulled inside of him.
Another push caused the feline’s length to reach even deeper. This also meant that Timon’s prostate was being pushed down on. Simba was completely unaware of this, too wrapped up in enjoying the pleasure that he was receiving.
“K-keep it up, kid!” Timon gasped. Simba really did show promise as a fast learner. He could feel the humps coming much smoother than before. The pressing of his prostate caused the hole to clench down, giving Simba an even tighter hole to thrust into. “Think you can go a bit faster?”
As soon as he asked that, Simba allowed himself to move with greater speed. It was a dramatic increase. All of a sudden, Timon was gripping the rock, his body being rocked and forth in reaction to the brisk pace and the repeated strikes to his pleasure button. The whole time he had been throbbing and leaking precum but this was simply too much for him to handle.
All he could do was raise his voice as he was pushed into a climax. Brought to this point without use of his paws, Timon all but collapsed on top of the rock, left panting heavily while his cock was shooting ropes across the smooth stone’s surface. With his climax came the harder squeezes of his hole, waves of increased tightness that Simba would experience.
Simba wasn’t prepared for this at all. The first squeezes struck him hard, but he powered through them, putting extra force into his pumps. Timon was moaning even louder from this. Rivaling the sound were the lion’s growls, increasing in volume as he was driving himself all the closer to his climax.
All it took was another hump. This one came with an even stronger amount of force. Simba was guided by something primal, compelled to slam every inch past Timon’s rim with every bit of force that he could muster. And when he did so, the young feline was rewarded with the feeling of an intense, world spinning orgasm. He stopped completely and remained on top of Timon as he released seed inside of the tight, clenching hole.
“Oh, Timon..! That was the greatest thing ever...!” Simba panted, now experiencing an amazing afterglow that kept him on top of the meerkat.
“Trust me, kid. It’ll get even better...”
~~~
Kion gave himself and the other lion guard members the day off. Things had been rather slow lately; no recent hyena attacks and few other issues in the pridelands for them to handle. It should have been a relief to have nothing to do but Kion quickly found himself becoming pretty bored. To kill time he went out on a patrol, framing it as a walk so he could make the excuse that he wasn’t working. The patrol was uneventful, meaning that there truly was nothing for him to do that day. With no other options available to him, Kion decided to return to pride rock and see if his dad was busy.
At this time of day pride rock was practically empty. All the lionesses were sent out for hunting or other duties and Kiara was out with his mom for some future queen lesson. As he ventured up the large natural stone formation, Kion could hear strange sounds coming from the cavern entrance. Curious and a little concerned, he picked up his pace and stepped inside of the cavern, following the noises to one of the more secluded chambers.
Still not knowing if it was someone in pain, Kion decided to approach carefully and not yet announce himself. Once he was in the chamber, his eyes adjusted to the lower amount of light, the young lion could see none other than his father and Timon. The adult lion and king of the pride lands was on his stomach, moaning out as Timon was behind him, using a stone to keep himself at the perfect height to pump his fist in and out of the king’s tailhole, reaching deep into it.
Kion kept watching until his dad roared out and sprayed his seed all over the cavern floor. Panting heavily, Simba looked over and froze when he saw Kion but Timon chuckled as he pulled his arm from the warm hole.
“Ah, Kion. You’re about that age for the talk. Why don’t you come here and let me show you a few things?” ",
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