Ever since the end of Scar’s rule over the Pride lands had become a place of peace where animals and beasts of all shapes, sizes and diets could live in general peace. To think, such a vivid change was something that only could have happened when a couple of outcasts came upon an innocent young lion cub. Timon, an anthro short meerkat. Along with his best friend, a big burly warthog saved their adoptive son from being the next meal of a bunch of buzzards who wouldn’t leave him alone. After wandering together to safety, they took him in and taught him the fabled words he’d carry for the rest of his life: Hakuna Matata! Eventually the young cub at the start of death grew up to be the powerful leader of the pridelands, thwarting the plans of his murderous uncle and saving the love of his life, Nala. Timone and Pumbaa would continue to be with Simba, helping him out whenever he needed the guidance of his adoptive uncles or just a time to release some stress and help himself think again. Time passed and eventually with time, new life took root and grew. ________________ Kiara was tasked by her father to meet with his adoptive uncles and her great uncles in their little oasis away from home. She was tasked to go take care of them since they’re getting a bit older and Simba worried about his family. She and the other lioness were brought here time and again under Simba’s rule. When she was just a young cub, barely able to open her eyes. She remembered meeting both of them when she was very young. Being the king's own kin, her first memories were very faint. But over the years she did start to see why her father cared for them so much. Timone was always the sneaky type but really sweet. She remembered being as big as him one year and the next year he looked no bigger than her leg. But he gave her the best hugs and did everything he could to make her laugh and give her the “Hakuna Matata” treatment. Pumbaa on the other hand… He was as big and chunky as the day she met him. While she wasn't a fan of eating bugs like him, he always offered her the best and juiciest ones that he could find first. Over the years she did develop a slight taste for pillbugs thanks to him. Pumbaa was stocky but really big and imposing. Fat and muscles built onto him made him one scary looking warthog but he couldn’t be anything else but the sweetest biggest guy she knew after her own father. She was truly excited to see him! The last time was a couple years ago but she looked forward to seeing how he’d react to her now. Not even a fully grown lioness, she was far from the child he knew way back when. Her chest grew out and she stood almost as tall as her mother. Long slender legs, a soft coat of fur that looked nearly identical to Nala. A soft coat of gold mixed with the slightest amount of cream. And she inherited her fathers fiery red eyes. Pumba would always compliment her looks and say how much she reminded him of her father when he was but a small cub and as beautiful as her mother when they first met. Her heart raced as she dashed through the forest, eager to see him. At least that’s what she thought before she saw him. His black hair had lightened but the imposing pig looked ever the same. Strong muscles. A gut filled with hearty bugs and eyes as sharp as his tusks. Even with her new size and body, she felt so small under him. The lush forest opening she found him in seemed so much bigger with her looking up at him. He’s old enough to be her fathers forefather. “Well well well, if it isn’t my favorite niece!” He laughed, slapping her back. “H-hi uncle Pumbaa!” she squeaked. “Dad wanted me to check up on you and see how you were doing. Make sure you’re okay and all.” Pumbaa placed a hand on her shoulder as he got behind her. His big rough hands felt like they could hold her whole body without even trying. Kiara felt so small compared to the massive older pigman. She could even still smell the hints of his last meal on him: bugs, a few flowers and fresh spring water mixed with his natural pig scent. “Aren’t you as sweet as a millipede dipped in crushed sweet flower sauce! What do you say uncle Pumbaa makes you into a proper young lioness? Against the growing concern in the back of her mind, she agreed to do what her uncle Pumbaa said. With his hands still on her shoulders, she felt pressure build up as she was slowly forced down to her knees, unable to resist his powerful grip. She’s thankful for the soft oasis grass for making it easier on her. “Turn around.” He ordered. His usual playful and fun loving voice was gone, replaced with a demanding tone that made her obey. She turned around and came face to face with what can only be described as a heavy, leathery black sack with fur on it and a thick sheath above it. One sniff and her eyes watered as she tried to move away, only for the same strong hand from before to grab her head and pull her closer into it. “Breath it in child. Get to know what a real man smells like. One older than your dear daddy.” Kiara shuddered and held back a gag as she breathed in the pungent pig scent. Her vision became cloudy with tears as she did it again and again, coughing a few times but still breathing in the potent source of musk. She noticed something coming out of the sheath. It looks pink and small but the more she breathed in his smell, more of it came out. Kiara witnessed a sizable fat pink pig dick slide out, ready and eager to have lots of fun with whatever hole was available. Fear overtook her as she gazed at it. She’d peaked in on her father and mother having sex a few times trying to give her a sibling and compared to her father, Pumbaa was in a league all his own. Five times as thick. Twice the length and girth. He didn’t want her t- “If you’re gonna find a proper mate, I’ll teach you the best way to treat’em. Now just sit there and enjoy it for a bit, would ya?” She expected him to force it into her mouth but to her surprise, he didn’t. He just looked down at her, sneering in her discomfort as his throbbing member laid across her face. She knew Pumbaa and Timnone meant th world to her father. She couldn’t hurt him without some sort of repercussion. All she could do was sit still on her knees and wait out the discomfort. The throbbing felt so gross. The smell wouldn’t get out of her head, making her nearly woozy. The only thing almost as bad as the odor coming off of it is the heat. Her paws started to sweat from just imagining how warm it felt on her face. Just touching it seemed to warm up her body. Kiara’s eyes darted across, trying to find something else to focus on but any time she did linger on something, Pumbaa would get agitated and rub his fat hog across her face, bringing attention back to it. The only other thing she was “allowed to look at was the fat hanging sack between his balls. The jewels are the source of the smell and she couldn’t get away from it. The longer she looked at the fat orbs, the more she swore they were imprinting their scent all over her. Defiling her. The more she smelled it, the more she refused to admit that some part of her was beginning to enjoy the humiliating act. She clenched her thighs shut, trying not to focus on the building heat inside her body. But Pumbaa knew. A simple flash and the lioness was captivated by the disgusting organ. “Now then, let’s get to work making you into a proper woman in the making.” ________________ Time seemed to have vanished between them. Pumbaa kept to his word and was assuredly gonna make a proper woman out of her. On her back and forced to look at the aging pig man, Kiara found herself being rutted like she was in breeding season. The fat pig cock stuffed her formally virgin hole so full, it ached from the sheer girth of his length digging deep inside her. Pumbaa grunted not even a few inches away from her face. His tusks dangerously close to scratching her face if she moved too fast or in a direction that he didn’t want. She tried to push him off to ease some of the pressure off of herself but thanks to his size and weight, she failed. He chuckled as he looked down at his niece, grunting and squealing like a proper pig as he dug out her sweet little hole. “Can’t remember the last time I had some good pussy. You were EXACTLY what I needed Kiara!” Pumbaa’s pants came out rough and hard as he kept going, smiling down as his sweat dripped onto her. The sun to his back, his heavy sack slapped her ass again and again, spanking it red as every stroke became stronger and deeper. It took the wills of the great spirits for her not to scream from the initial pain, clawing at his back to release some tension. Yowls of pain and grunts were all she could muster as Pumbaa became more aggressive, snorting and putting his back into fucking the younglioness. “S-SLOW DOWN!” She growled, teeth clenched and ready to bite. Pumbaa did the exact opposite, speeding up and crushing her beneath his weight more. She could feel every drop of sweat pressing down between them, making her sleek fur sticky and pulling against him as he kept up his strokes. For his size, weight and age, he moved like a pig half his age. With someone a third his age. “You’re supposed to be the king's precious daughter. You should be able to handle a vicious fight and good rut with someone right? So just grin and bear it.” He laughed as he pulled away from her, easily flipping her onto her stomach with her ass raised up. All while still balls deep inside. “GRRRrrrrr…” Her pride wouldn’t let her get away. She hated to admit it but her pride wouldn’t let her forgive the comment. She relaxed her body as best she could and simply tried to let herself enjoy what little pleasures she could from Pumbaa’s assault. The thick dick did it’s job, digging nice and deep, kissing her womb over and over as Pumbaa himself laughed, playfully mocking her “kitty pride” over and over as pleasure began to rock her core. Her stomach, once lean and tight, deformed from the deep penetration, bulging out as her brain slowly succumbed to his masterful strokes. That’s when Pumbaa truly went all out. Seeing his chance, Pumbaa moved like a cheetah sprinting after its prey. Kiara felt herself go crazy from the sudden speed up, shaking like a leaf and accidentally climaxing around him. The extra liquid helped make the sounds of their colliding impacts much more audible. Her pussy being crushed to unreasonable degrees while Pumbaa felt like the luckiest and strongest pig on the planet. Once an outcast due to his penchant for letting out some disgusting gas, not living in the lap of luxury. All the bugs he could want, all the relaxing scenery he could desire and now he’s got the pride king’s daughter on the end of his dick. He rutted her like there was no tomorrow. Again and again, Kiara felt herself losing control, unable to fight back as her pussy was about to be claimed by her step uncle. “That’s right! Here’s what a good princess like you deserves!” Kiara felt her walls being pushed to the limits as he became ever so slightly bigger before a hot flood filled her belly up to the brim. Big and bigger, she felt her guts gain more weight as if she just had the feast of a lifetime. Again and again, the heat felt like it was going to make her bust as it never seemed to stop. “Pigs like me can do this for quite a long time.” He teased, laughing as she quaked from the intense inner pressure. “Don’t worry, only twenty more minutes before I feel satisfied.” Kiara could’t stop the tiers from flowing as her stomach hurt from the pressure. She dared not cry out and shame her family by showing any pain. She clawed at the ground, groaning and trying to find some comfort. The only one she could find came in the form of Pumbaa’s fat tongue licking her face, kissing her again and again as he moved into a position to do so. Before she knew it, the time had passed and Pumbaa stepped back to see the fruits of his work. His prideful niece on her back on the grassy field, stomach as plump and packed as a juicy water bug, as if she was already pregnant with her first litter, and a big one at that! Her pussy is glazed in a fine layer of pig seed, the tiniest amount that managed to slip out from the otherwise sticky prison. “You’re gonna be here for a while, so take a small break Kiara. We have lots of time together to train you up as a good wife in the future. Besides, I’m getting on in years. Gotta make sure I have some strong kids in the future!” The fat pig laughed triumphantly as he massaged his aching balls, eager and waiting for round 2. ________________ At the Tree of Life… Rafiki, as usual, sat within the tree, meditating waiting for whatever the world needed to tell him. His eyes closed, his head clear and mind empty of all thoughts and waiting for it to fill his mind with what needs to be known. A slight breeze from the far winds came into his home. He took a deep breath of it. His eyes snapped open and the old monkey found his body moving without thought. He moved to the same section he once used when he discovered Simba was alive. Without opening his eyes, he paints a similar picture. A prediction? Things to come? He didn’t know and just allowed his digits to move and dance along the walls. Paints of different colors called to him and he answered, drawing out everything until the voice of the world fell silent once again. The Humdrill opened his eyes and was somewhat impressed by not only his skill with his eyes closed but at the visual. Light browns that reminded him of not Nala but of Kiara. Her belly is heavy with not one but several children. Also not of another lion. Instead, the beginning behind her, wrapping his arms around her chest, bore 2 mighty white horns on his face. He laughed as he realized what he had drawn, turning away to look at the direction from where the winds came from. “The circle of life never ceases to amaze me.”