Hakuna Matata. No worries. A message that a meerkat and a warthog taught to a young lion cub and helped him grow into a big strong lion king. Timmon and Pumbaa are everything to the young prince. His family. Something he’d known as a child and would grow up to have with his beloved, Nala. The young prince’s pride reflected him. Strong. Imposing but with a kindness that would have made his own father and previous kings proud. The anthro lion stood tall and proud, and to the many other mates, he was certainly gifted where it counted. Whenever his subjects felt especially playful, they would mention he takes after his “uncle” Pumbaa. The rotund pig was known for being far bigger than most other pigs. Even most 4 legged creatures of the pride lands were somewhat lacking. The only ones who weren’t were elephants but even then, the plump pig’s famous cock would still leave most trembling. Along with his infamous smell, his praise worthy cock. But even with that, it didn’t stop Timmone and Pumbaa still being integral members of the king’s life. Up to and surpassing the time his daughter was born… ________________ Pumbaa looked down at the nervous little kitten, seeing her try to hide her smaller body compared to his hulking size. The anthro pig certainty wasn't lacking in said department in any way. Made worse by the fact she's looking up to him, his heavy gut almost obscuring his face, except for his tusks and snout. For a moment she thought about the boys her age. The young boys who'd been trying to get her attention, being as playful and friendly as possible. So many of them she’d talked to that she hadn't even picked up their names. The boys that she'd catch staring at her developing body. Muttering or making gestures she didn’t understand. Her mother is beautiful after all and it made sense she'd grow to be as gorgeous as queen Nala. Thick thighs, cream blond fur that covered her body with hints of red on her akin to her father. Kiara felt self-conscious about her growing feminine shape. They just kept growing out bigger and bigger so much in such a short span in her life. She’d even thought of them as ugly. But her mother told her otherwise. All the boys looking at her and now in front of a real male like Pumbaa, her mother's never been more right. Even when she caught her parents in the middle of mating, pinned down and breeding her mother, Uncle Pumbaa was in a league all his own compared to Simba. Not a male alive could compare to the hefty pig. And he knows it. "I'ma gonna show you how pigs rut tonight. When I'm done, not a lion in the pride lands and beyond will be able to compare. After all, I'm a big pig with a big need." ... Pumbaa was true to his word. Kiara laid on the bundle of thick leaves in the open forest of the pig's home. It smelled of him; sweat, stink and a musk that was simply overpowering. Even when the other males and girls of the pride were in heat, it wasn't ever as potent. It made her nose hurt trying to breathe but it wasn't all unpleasant. At least to her. Kiara watched Pumbaa come closer and expected him to get on the leaves with her. Instead, he stood over her. Reaching down, he started stroking his cock. Easily several inches in size, it limped around like the trunk of an elephant. The dark brown foreskin pulled back to show off an extra bright pink tip that was unlike anything she'd seen. Just from looking, she could imagine the weight. Underneath it, a pair of ripe, manly fruit swung low. Mesmerized, Kiara wanted to feel them. To know just what they truly are. The lioness princess grabbed one of Pumbaa's pig nuts and gasped. It was bigger than any one piece of fruit she'd ever held. Hot to the touch like a stone on the hottest days on pride rock, and as smooth as a pebble in a river. "Get used to the weight Kiara. You're gonna be feeling them hitting you full force soon enough!" At her touch Kiara watched the full size take shape. Overshadowed, the potent aroma of male was inescapable as she’s smacked in the face with the hefty tool. She held her burning cheek, looking astonished as Pumbaa leered at her with aperverted smile. Kiara submitted without further thought. The woman inside her submitted to the breeding stud in front of her, turning her on before she’d realized it. It’s here the young lioness learns what it means to be a woman… ________________ “AhhhhHAAAhhhH!!” “Just like that. Keep squeezing it harder.” In the clearing, Pumbaa has Kiara bent over, pulling her arms back as he’d stuffed her pussy to full capacity and beyond. Only halfway in, the pig certainly had room to play with. It didn’t matter how much or how hard she squirmed under his control. Too strong. Too eager. Too ready. Pumbaa grunted as he kept thrusting into his little niece. Her stomach distorted with every thrust, taking him more and more. He made good on his threat, the fat pair of pig nuts slapping her outter lips like a wrecking ball. She couldn’t claw or scratch the ground. She couldn’t escape. All Kiara could do is squirt around his fat cock threatening to split her in two. She could feel it rising up inside her, followed by her clenching and trying to goad him to finish deep inside. But Pumbaa was just having fun. He wasn’t even fully inside her yet. He just wanted to see her squirm. “U-uncle Pumbaa…! It’s too much!!!” She yowled, unable to keep her feelings hidden. It was simply too much for a first timer like her. But that’s where Pumbaa finally went in with everything he’s got. He wanted to hear her beg for him to stop, saying it was too much. That’s the perfect time to strike. “Then you’re really not ready for this!” Pumba grabbed her well curved hips, letting her arms go in the process. For a moment, Kiara felt some relief as her arms were hers again. But that disappeared as Pumbaa forced every inch of his impressive cock deep inside of her, bulldozing his way futher in. Her body went into shock at the brutal action, feeling his crotch right aganist her plump ass and his menacing balls looming right behind her. Her body violently shook as Pumbaa forced another climax onto her. Kiara could only moan loudly, echonging through the woods and scaring any nearby birds and bugs off. Pumbaa wasted no time. The hefty pig pulled out, enough to leave the princess shaky and empty, only to slide every inch back inside as hard as he could. Kiara could ohly describe it as being punched i nthe stomach from behind. Over and over, Pumbaa’s monster cock ruined her, gaping her pussy with every savage thrust. The only things her mind could focus on are the constant climaxes that turned her into a babbling mess and the sheerve power behind the pig’s fucking. Her tits shook aand jiggle dunderneath her, hypnotizing the pig whenever he wasn’t staring at her ass. But like all good things, the approach was coming. Pumbaa came to a crawling pace, slowly pulling her inside in and out, leaving the proud princess into a mess of her own fluids and barely conscious. “Get ready for the best part, little cat!” Pumbaa grabbed Kiara tail and tugged on it as hard as he could, pain coursing through her mind at the same time Pumbaa chose to dump what felt like several pride king’s worth of cum into her. Searing hot fluids flooded her inside almost in one go. The gargantuan nuts the blessed pig had clenched, filling her little womb in half a shot, forcing her guts to expand just to take more of it. It stunk, felt sticky from first contact and wouldn’t let go until she’d been knocked up with swines. Kiara could only think about her mother and father, Nala and Simba. The idea that their first grandchild will absolutely be a warthog sired by Pumbaa… It made her fading mind all tingly. He grunted with every throb, making sure the overly plump princess’s womb bloated with his piggies. Pumbaa didn’t even bother pulling out. He grunted, using the force of the leftover cum still stuck in his cock to push her off, his meat saber sliding out with a wet ‘plop’ followed by Kiara. Face down, ass up. She looked better as a whore for a pack of hyena’s rather than a lion princess. “So, you’re done with my daughter then?” Pumbaa turned to see Nala, several months pregnant along with a few other lionesses from Simba’s pride. They all looked at the well fucked princess, marveling at the fact she survived being on the end of his cock. Trembling, twiching and gapped by his stud cock… But she survived. “She was a good warm up. But let's see which of you can do better huh?” Pumbaa had sired a decent handful of children under Pumbaa’s watch. Especially with Nala, the first lioness he’d taken and fucked right after Kiara was born. She was just like her daughter for their respective first time. But even then, she got better and their hard work had paid off. Again and again, he’d do the same to the others… ________________ Rafiki woke from his self induced trance for enlightenment. He stretched his old bones, the mandrill feeling refreshed and a sense of peace as he usually does. The old monkey grabbed his staff, walking to view the morning sun. But as he did, something caught the corner of his eye. The mural of the many drawings the Royal Mjuzi had made in his lifetime. Nala, Simba, even a couple of unwanted smudes depicting both Timmone and Pumbaa that he didn’t do himself. Telling the story of Simba’s life, there was a new chapter. Still wet and fresh. Rafiki rubbed his chin, both knowing and not fully understanding what he’s seeing. It appears to be a lion but with… Tusks? Strong and smaller lions bowing before them. Rafiki knew it meant a great change but for a lion to have tusks was unheard of. Maybe a symbol of strength? A show of dominance of some kind? All he knew, they belonged to a powerful lion. The circle of life continues on. END