Nature is a fascinating mistress.


Every day, we learn and come to understand more of her beauty. Her uninueness. The sheer power of both her intelligence and ehr depravity. The base forms of what makes nature, itself, nature.


Today we have a special and in-depth documentary detailed by one of our top field researchers. Usually, we would make sure all our entries are for the study of nature, showing it in all its glory. But due to the rather intense visual nature of what has been recorded, this is a special, Eighteen plus special edition. This copy contains both a DVD video along with a detailed, transcribed reading of events.


Parents, this is something that you should not be showing your children.


The graphic nature of the contents are not for the faint of heart.


Through various means, the researcher has been able to find the names of both individual animals and they will be used as such.


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Various landscapes begin to flash around at different locations and different times of day. Vibrant green grasslands and forests. Waterfalls coating the surrounding lands in mists with the sun causing a rainbow to appear. More continues to flash about until coming to a stop at the famous Pride Rock.


The African Savanna. A wild expanse of unique and beautifuly vibrant biomes, flora and fauna. It wouldn’t be uncommon to see some of the most common animals when one thinks of such lands.


Zebras, with their striking black and white color shcmes. Their barks to one another. The beloved elephant, grouped up and traveling the wild lands with their big bodies and numbers being their greatest defences. African buffalo calmly drink from the river, hopefully avoiding becoming the next meal of a hungry case of Crocodiles blending into the waterbed. More wondrous creatures from mother nature’s sweet loins.


While it’s imposing, there is a deep beauty in it. Something that can bring together every living creature in a sense. Sharing one world.


But today, that understanding of nature is shattered in a sense. ‘Shattered’ itself doesn’t do justice to what has been catprued on film and trasnciribed to print for the more adult crowd. Taboo? A one time event? Words just seem to fail at their use here.


It begins in the middle of the afternoon on a common day. A singular researcher was simply mapping out the area as he was curious about the local ecology and wanted to compare his notes to hypotheses of local fauna. As he was, he quickly realized that he’s caught in some common ground of the king of beasts: The Lion.


A lioness to be exact. She looks mature. Soft brown fur and striking blue eyes, a rarity among lions. She walks about, long strong legs leading up to a powerful set of thighs and a rearend that has the perfect qualities to attract a mate. A sweeping tail with fine fur. She stands tall, proud and with a smile as warm as an afternoon in the savanna sun. It’s not uncommon to see one prowling around their territory. Either for food or simply to walk about.


Hidden away in a series of bushes, he had previously made a small living area he can crawl in and out of with little sound or notice. Mainly due to using some natural aromas that would make any animal steer clear from him.. It’s from here, along with his treasure high quality recording device, he witnessed mother nature’s rules being torn asunder by perversion.


Nala looks around, expecting to see nothing but long empty fields. As the wind picks up and blows against her, she smells what she’s been looking for. The source of her wants and desires. A coy smile deepens as she turns to where the wind blows and she sees who she’s been waiting for. 


The researcher follows where she’s looking and is immedality trying not to make any noise. The harsh stench of something potent hits his nose like a ton of bricks. Eyes watering, resisting the urge to cough and make too much noice that could get him notice. He also doesn’t want to add any unneeded sounds to the precious recording. 


A stout warthog comes walking down the horizon. The heat haze makes it hard to make out but the scene makes it unmistakeable as he approaches. Seemingly aware of the lioness but there’s not a hint of fear in his step. 


How could he tell the warthog is male?


As the beastman becomes clearer to see, a couple of noticeable things come into view. Swinging and bouncing with all the care of bravado of a nudist on the beach. 


Pumbaa, unaware of his filmology debut, saunters across the grasslands with nothing but a knowing smile on his big face. Not having washed himself in weeks,his odor is hard to ignore, even by himself. The pungent aroma became a result of his hard work. Eating, working out and ready to show off everything he’s been ready to show off for his special friend. With Timone busy, the plump pig wanted to take things to the next level.


The plump pig walks up to the lioness, no hint of fear of being eaten nor of any sense of decency as it stretches, showing off its body to her as if he WANTS her to take it all in. He pays extra attention to his well endowed member. Grasping his heavy balls and lifting them up for her to look at. Plump, veiny and swinging with a kind of freedom few would be able to admit to enjoying. The lioness, instead of tracking him, spreadsheet legs and begins to pleasure herself! Smiling browdly as she pulls herself open, showing off her glistening lops in the warm sunlight. 


Sweat drips off his portly body. It’s not uncommon to see warthogs and some species of pigs marking their territory with various fluids. In his case, it’s simply sweat. While it’s highly doubted that only sweat could do that, there’s no telling from video alone.


The two of them engage in what can only be described as some perverted form of a mating dance. 


The two show off their… Genitals. The fat warthog flexes its long, rather girthy member. Veins bulging, balls becoming plump and fat like him. On closure inspection, it’s unlike anything a pig should have. The top of it flares out more akin to a member of the equine family. His large gut swinging about with every step. Arms behind his head, waving everything about in a hypnotizing manner. It might have been just a placebo effect but the researcher was sure the already strong aroma of his body odor became all the more present as he shook his fat body. Balls, cock, moobs and anything with even a slight amount of fat shook and jiggled vividly. 


Something even more impressive was the fact the lioness seemed unbothered, just being a couple steps away from the source. 


A better description would be to say she’s in fact enticed by the musk of such a potent male.


Silent fascination as the two begin to mate. 


Lion and pig, engaging in something that should oly be between their own species.


They grab each other's hands, interlocking in some sort of mock fight of strength. A sight that’s usually done with lions as they ight to establish dominance when mating. But inthis case, the obviously powerful lion falters and fails as she’s pushed to her knees. That hunk of meat sliding across her face and chest, her expression becoming one of dizziness. She falls to her back, exposing her belly in submission. 


It’s so obvious but the nature of their encounter doesn’t make any sense.


Nala turns and gets on all fours, raising her hips just high enough so Pumbaa could easily mount her. He obveserves her, seeing her turn to greet him with a knowing smile as he excites himself further. Unknowing that they're being watched, the background frames them as if they’re about to break mother nature’s greatest taboo for the sake of their own pleasures. 


Pumbaa approaches, placing a firm hand on her ass and grunts loudly. The intenses sounds of pig snorting and squealings fills the otherwise silent surroundings. He easily finds her entrance and with only carnal desirs in mind, plunging right into the vaginal region. Nala cries out, letting out a warning that would make sure no other sane animal would dare approach their brazen rutting. 


Pumbaa drools, squealing as he sinks further and further, filling her pussy not built to handle a cock like his. Too big. Too girthy and smooth. No barbs to latch onto the sides. 


Her eyes clench, body shakes, tail slaps his fat belly. Even from such an intense penetrative action, she doesn’t pull away. Even as her belly distends, taking on the shape of the Phacochoerus’s horse-like member, she doesn’t try to run from the pain induced pleasure. She takes him, arching her back, clawing the ground with the same claws that could end him in an instant. Enduring it all with a smile that says she’s enjoying submissing to him.


Meanwhile, Pumbaa is smiling. Proudly claming a lioness with his cock. One he had his eyes on for so long. 


Grinidng into her, the princess of the Pride Lands is left to only twitch and spasm around his sick cock. Yowling and grunting as she clenches around her strong stud. Burried into the grass, she turns to the camera, as if knowing, but totally unaware. Her face contorsts between smiling, pained and panting. Trying to catch her breath as the pig stud slowly pulls out. Her vaginal walls cling to him as tight as possible. There’s the sight of her lips holding on, before the cock easily pulls itself back, trying to extract everything from him but in turn, submitting to his soversized cock. He grunts and laughs, raising a hand high up and delivers a hard slap across her ass. 


Nala screams, just as he pulls out with a just as loud pop. With the sudden emptiness she falls to her side, pantting just from the initial penetration and folliwng pullout.


Pumbaa is stroking his now wet meat. Maybe as a display of power or simply for the enjoyment of the act. Female juices all over the filthy thing. He furiosuly beats his meat, hand becoming a blur as he splatters her in her own juices as he strokes himself in a display that wouldn’t be out of place in a piece of pornography. He grunts and smiles as he gets to his knees. The lioness looks back at him, already out of stamina and in need of sleep.. 


Not that that would stop the pig.


The researcher notes that pigs, and warthogs, are known for being rather hearty when it comes to mating. While they aren’t known to last long, they make up for it for one of the longest orgasms in the animal kingdom. Some last as short as three minutes while others can take up towards half an hour! And while a majority of them have corkscrew shapes, maybe even humanoid; this one is in an entirely new genus!


It’s much closer to an equine as mentioned before. The common mottled color scheme and splotches cover it, along with a similar color to the swine’s natural dark brown fur. 


And he gleefully used that raw slab of meat right back into his beautiful mates eager cunt. She reacted as any female would if penetrated by that thing. Submission and eagerly basking in the painful pleasure again. The pig shows little mercy with his thrusts. 


Now that she took him tothe base once, the real mating begins. 


Pumbaa pounds and smashes his hips against her ass with wild abandon. Churing her guts with the intent of planting his furious seed right in her fertile fields. Given the time of the year of the recording, her eggs are fully released and she’s likely at the height of fertility.


If it wasn’t for what had been recorded, it’d be easy to assume this was some sort of sexual payback for eating his species. The recording is able to capture everything. The sounds of the intense suction grip of her pussy around his genitals. The sounds of pig squeals and the lioness’s growls as she’s taken. She’s fully accepted him as her mate and she’s not going anywhere until he’s done. 


His balls become a focus of the camera. The heavy slapping sounds more akin to an assault. Repeatly hitting her ass with impacts that would leave a normal pig sow buckling. It’s a wonder that Nala hadn’t fallen into madness from the assault. Her instincts should warn her to fight back and run away. But the depravity of being taken by a fat, smelly pig with a large abnormal memebr keeps her pinned in place.


What’s going through her mind? 


How did these two find each other?


What led them to mating for children?


Even if it’s for pleasure, there’s the idea that two unrelated species are trying to reproduce is inconscievable. Similar species can breed; Zebras with Donkey’s, Lions with tigers, killer whales with bottlenose dolphines and so on and so forth.


As the sex goes on, it’s a mess of sloppy kissing, squelching noises, wet flesh and intense grunts. The two speak loud enough for the audio to capture their words. In between their animalistic noises and desires, and copious amounts of audio clean up, they can be heard speaking to one another openly.


        “You like that, don’t you Nala?” Pumbaa punciates his question with one hard thrust, coming to a stop and grinding deep against her womb.


        “FUCK YES!!” Feeling herself come once across his big filthy cock, she can’t do anything as she’s being held in place and rutted like a sow. 


The mating grows.


The Researcher has pushed away any thought or idea of escaping or leaving his tent. He hasn’t made a sound nor has he moved an inch from the moment he started recording. In great detail, he took notes from safety. He watched the poetently feral pg continue pounding into the lioness as if she was just another lay. That heavy, mutant cock sliding in and out, being gripped by the strong muscles of her pussy. Visceral and raw, it was a sight few qould ever imagine happening. Let alone a recording, visual documentary and watching it happened in front of them.


The tusks of the warthog gleams in the sun, glitting off and showing just how big they are. 


In a similar vein, the lionesse’s teeth seem to glint as well. Maybe it was just a heat of the moment thought, but the researcher tried to come up with theories off the fly as to why this is happening. Recognizing each other’s strengths? Simple attraction? But what would cause this? Was it simply the appearance? Did they share a history? Why would she not eat him as soon as she saw him? Maybe his musk has some sort of aphordiasic nature to it from his glands? 


As the questions continued to pile up, the two mates moved to a better position.


Pumbaa moves Nala onto her back, pulling himself free for a moment. Admiring her swaty, toned body for a moment. Breasts perky and pointing right up. Those soft, blue eyes looking up at him, bpleading for more of his love. She looked as beautiful as the first day he had ever taken her. 


That little lioness who looked so lost. The innocent in her eyes, as she admired that long aslab of meat between his legs. While his smell was indeed offputting at first, the more time she spent around him, the more tolerable she became to it. The pheremones coming off of him flooded her young mind as by the time things became intimate, she’d falled in love with the pungent aroma of a strong male like him. Being a cub the first time they met, the already older pig had sunk his hooves into her heart and mind.


With her legs spread wide open, Nala gives the sweaty pig a look, inviting him to partake of her once again. The sweet smell of her luscious body, ripe and ready to bread stirs him fully once again. He pulls out that long member, displaying himself. For both her and the camera. 


Slick with juices, it can be seen visibly throbbing. Hard enough to make some of the more succulent drops fly off with every move. Pumbaa slowly strokes the offending member, from base to tip. Every vein bulging more than it already is as he squeezes it. It reeks of male and female fluids. It looks eager and ready to insimnate the eagerly willing lioness who’s been bouncing on the end of it so fervertly. 


        “Ready or not, you’re gonna get it.” The threat comes off sinister but to Nala, it’s a sweet gesture. A promise that the pig isn’t gonna be holding back anymore.


        “Then show me how badily you want it, stud.” The reply gets the right response. Pumbaa’s sizable cock stiffens, engorging with more blood, seemengly growing another couple of inches in width and length just to make sure Nala won’t be recovering well if at all from his assault.


The madding mating truly begins.


Pumbaa jumps on top, cock stuffing her regions with the same power an energetic juvinile would have. He crams every last inch of that thing into her hungry pussy. Reaching past capacity and diving headlong against her cervix. He bounces and grunts on top of her, pinning her down in a matting press that would make most women jealous. Or terrified. This fat pig uses his heavier weight to his advantage, stroking and pumping into the feline pussy without a care of if he’s hurting her or not.


Malaise left to take it all. Unable to push back or get any kind of room, she’s howling as those fat nuts spanks her aganin and again with every stroke. Her pussy feels too full. Too stuffed. She’s clawing at his back, not to remove him but to release that seuxal pain one more time. The pain seemed to only excite the warthog all the more, as his thrusts become more powerful. Deep and battering her womb until it finally gave up.


        HHHEUHhhH!


        HUEHUGHH!


        HUGHYUUHH!!


Squeals and grunts so loud and screeching, that it sounds less like sex and more like he’s fighting for his life. The recording’s audio filter capabilities come in handy as it tones down the sounds enough to make out everything else. 


The sound of heavy, cum slohshing testicles slapping aganist the rear end of the willing lioness. Nala’s yowls and moans as her guts are being dug out by the ferocious alpha warthog. Again and again, the anthro continues pounding without restraint. His aggressive style doesn’t just stop by pinning her down. He eagerly takes and suckles on her chest. An act of passion? To hold her down? The researcher who had seen the act isn't sure. But they’ve all come to the same conclusion that this was done simply for the sake of doing so.


The male, Pumbaa, wanted to sow his seeds as deep as possible. That ridgid pole of pleasurable horse-like flesh in her womb, slides without issue. In and out. Back and forth. All the while, the perverse pig suckles on her tits like cubs she’ll be carrying soon enough.


The odor of sex permiates the air. It mixes with the overpowering and unmistakable musk of the pig. Almost like a miasthma as the sun finally sets below the horizon. Any rational beast close by would likely become confused at the odor and scents. Or more likely, run away out of some natureal fear. Did one catch the other mid sexual encounter? Was it some perverse moment of seuxal relief? Questions that simplyh didn’t have remotely understandable answers in nature….


That proud lioness’s beautifully curved body, pinned and pressed under the weight of the fat pig. The little moments of pause from the assault, there’s an obvious bule coming from her belly. Not too dissimilar to the strange, haunting member of that stud pig.


Then, Pumbaa pulled away. The heat between them is released, showing just how much pressure the lioness was crushed under. But it seemed that the pent up pig wasn’t done yet. 


In what can only be described as a savage display of domination and pleasure, he pulls her up and forces her to look him right in the eye.  The focus and intensity can even be felt from a simple recording.


While it’s more common to see animals and beasts taking one another from behind, the Phacochoerus africanus intended to look his mate in the eyes. The lion snarls, placing a claw to his back. For a moment, it seemed as if she was getting ready to attack him. Instead, the lioness wraps both arms around his short, thick neck. Followed by her strong legs as if latching onto her prey. 


That mutated cock ist stuffed right back inside her folds, digging in as deep as it can reach and making her bounce on his lap as they hold onto each other. His snout barely reaches past her breasts but that doesn’t stop the two from engaging in a deep, oral kiss. Their tongues sliding across each other, with the sus’s tongue reaching further and going deeper than the lioness’s. The exchange of fluids is important as it’s filled with pheremones. This intense moment can increase one's desire to mate and make ex even more productive. Similar to sweat, it’s something simply done for the sake of reproduction.  


The female has climaxed multiple times. Again and again, covering the long shaft of his member and low hanging testicles with that enrhcing fluid. Allowing him to dig deepr and right back into her womb. Whatever this strane mutated pig has, he’s certainly beating our records on both the lion and pig sides of sexual encountes. Most wouldn’t even last half as long as they have compared to him. 


Pumbaa looks so focused. ALmost glaring at the lion in his arms, focusing on his own needs as he feels that warm clenching folds hold onto him. Squeezing and trying to get him to flood her insides. All the while, Nala appears to be in a world far far away. Maybe some part of her predator mind isn’t able to focus on proteching herself during suvh a vulnerable moment. Instead of being on alert, she’s reduced to being fucked by something that should be her meal. An instinctual way to repress her thoughts? Maybe or maybe not. All that’s known is that she’s loving every single moment of taking that huge pigs fucking cock.


It’s not long now.


Pumbaa begins slowing down. His eyes bulging out of his head, making deep, squealing sounds that would scare most other beasts away. His grip on Nala’s ass tightens. The camera zooms in on his balls, seing them clench together, veins bulging as the potent pig delivers the payload he’s been holding back the entire time. 


Snorts reveberate through the night.


Howls fill the ears.


The mattig is almost complete.


The short, stocky fat hog gives the lioness what she’s been wanting all this time. He grunts with all his might, and she freezes up. Nala’s eyes glaze over as she feels his cock throbbing, signaling she’s about to get what she’s been wanting.


Unlike most animals, pigs have a climax that goes into three stages. 


The first, the “cleaning” stage. They release a sort of fluid that flashes out any competitor's seed out of any potential mates that might have already gotten to them. The short shower washes her insides wiht the clearfluid. After a few moments, the true “climax” begins. Those plump nuts tighten up once again and the overly fertile pig fills the needy lioness with the thick, heavy cum that’s been building inside the pig’s impressive cum swinings. They bob up and down, shaking and clenching again and again as an incredible volume floods Nala’s waiting womb. Her guts try to expand but due to the tight squeezes, only so much can stay inside. 


While the seed is thicker than most others, it can only do so much as it spills to the ground, joining the sprinkle of feminine lion juices on the unlucky grass. Forbidden fluids melding and mixing together in ways that should not have happened….


The small shower of cum comes to an end as Pumpaa’s personal whore clcneches as tight as she can around that fat, flaring horse tip. The sludge-like seed builds up., Making her fit belly balloon slightly against her similarly pudgy mate. 


It’s not over. Most pigs, including warthogs, have orgasms that can last anywhere from a few minutes to upwards to half an hour. Maybe even more. 


The recording captures every moment of it. Alternating between those heavy, cum stuffed nuts as they slowly dhrink in size, showing the swine is more than relieving the pressure from those bloated jewels. White the visuals don’t show it, most males “wink” like various animals to show their climax is still continuing. In this case, his anus flexes and tightens. This is an easily telegraph way to show males aren’t done yet. While subtle, there’s few animals who don’t “wink” mid or during orgasm.


If one were to listen closely, the sounds of something ‘sloshing’ around can be heard. Other researchers have debated and consider the sounds to be more akin to thick jello being pumped through a hose. Whatever the case, it’s a continuous rampage of cum. 


After around twenty-seven minutes, the final stage of the climax can finally commence, ensuring there’s a chance for offspring to occour.


The final phase, called “clogging” has the male pull back slowly until his cock is pressed aganist the entrance of her womb. Once the arrangement is right, the pig squirts what can only be called a sort of “glue” like substance. It’s created from a special type of seminal fluid only found in pigs. Unlike normal jizz, it closes up the female's entrance to assure no other male has a chance of impregnating his mate. It will naturally dissolve and absorb into her body after several days, but after that, it’s more or less guaranteed success. 


Most animal genitals have some sort of sexual power of reproduction to assure success. Pigs are among the most potent in this regard due to their impressive records and fertility.


But he didn’t just knock up a fellow warthog. Pumbaa bred with a lioness. Nala, the would-be queen of another lion. Something that shouldn’t ever really happen in nature but it seems niethe rof them cared about breaking the rules of such. 


He holds her close, even as his limp cock spills out of her, flipping about and drooling with post nut cream, along with her gapped opening. Barely a drop comes out, as her belly is stuffed with hot cream. 


The recording stops on the scene of the two of them. Silourated against the moon, in the middle of their taboo matting.


After several weeks of monitoring, it has been confirmed that the lioness, Nala, has successfully bred with the warthog Pumbaa. Her figure and form had gained considerable weight and curves as her pregnancy came along. Her mate refuses to leave her side, even providing her with an assortment of food. At lesast whenever they aren’t having sex.


There’s footage of the two engaging in wanton sex for the sake of sex. Even with her pregant, he didn’t show any mercy. Rough foucking made her swollen belly and tits bounce with a ferocity that would make it seem as if the two were still trying for cubs. 


Not only after the video, document and discussion on whether or not this information should be released, it was found that the duo did have many children tht came to term. We have witnessed the birth of such a diverse coupling that further observations will be occurring in the future as part of the more “adult” crowd.


Given how often they mate, it’s to be expected that another volume may happen sooner rather than later.


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