Two male lion cubs roar in unison as the dominant one reaches a sharp, experienced orgasm, which forces the large feline to tremble his hind legs, the same couple of hind legs that were once pressing themselves viciously against the hind legs of the submissive feline only a few seconds ago. 








“A-Ah! AH!” Exclaims the submissive male as his tongue slides through his leonine lips, which is his average reaction towards feeling another male squirting his sperm inside his innards, enjoying each second of extreme arousal and pleasure delivered by the warmth of that consistent substance that coats the bottom of the rectum path of the submissive cub.








The dominant cub pulls, delicately, each inch of his penis from the submissive feline, revealing the stretched appearance of an overused and abnormally stretched anus; inside that anus, that now curiously would fit perfectly inside the term “asshole,” shows a translucent mass of genetic fluid that would, eventually, spurt out of the limits of the anal sphincter of the submissive male. A wide-length rope of sperm that extends from that large amount of sperm housed within the dead-end of the submissive cub’s digestive system to the triangular tip of the dominant cub’s penis, which is still throbbing, majestically erect, ready for another section of sexual intercourse. 








The submissive male licks his own lips as he watches the wide-stretched rope of genetic fluids breaking and falling onto the ground as the result of a direct impact with the wind that blows through the bodies of both lions. 


“Kion, when did you learn that?” Asks Thamani, a lion cub that has a beige-colored pelt that wears most of his body but his two pairs of legs since each one of them wears brown-colored “socks.” His yet-not-matured mane, which would be compared to a mohawk that grows abundantly from the perimeter of his nape to cover his forehead as sweat drops from the vivid strands that compose his leonine hair, also flaunts the same hue as the characteristic patterns of fur that envelop his legs. 








“The last time we fucked….” Kion can't hide the anticipation and anxiety taken from the sentiment of absence as he feels his gaped anus wink while the penis of the other cub, responsible for the current state of his asshole, is still outside when the true desire of that anus and its owner is to be tamed by that penis again, pounding first, only to be rewarded by a large amount of cum.


“....I realized I wasn't even close to holding the charge of the leader of the mating, which wasn't favorable for my ego… I wanted to be more than just a recipient of your jizz…” Kion explains as, slowly, he starts to flex both of his bright, golden-colored pelted legs, lying over the bottom of his paler-golden patch of fur that coats most of the lower structure of his lion body.








“... Then, I decided to train with other males…” Kion turns his head towards Thamani, glancing directly at his face as he smiles, “If you know what I mean…” 








Thamani, once confused by the words of the red-maned cub, realizes exactly what the submissive young male implies. 








“First, I took advantage of Kiara's first reproductive cycle,” Kion explains. “The scent is important, as you know.”


Thamani uses Kion’s words as a platform for his fertile imagination to conceive each detail given away from the sentences proclaimed by the leader of the Lion Guard.








The beige-pelted cub imagines the royal siblings of Simba and Nala, rubbing their butts against each other’s. Kion's anus was meeting Kiara's succulent labia delicately. Both orifices were kissing each other, trading smells, substances, and knowledge with each other.


“My plan was to use the scent that was emanating from my sister's vagina, which was on heat, to attract every male that would be interested in having a ‘go' with my ass… and that's what I did.” Explains Kion.








“I was laid in this very same position at the margin of the watering hole…” 


Thamani closes his eyes as his mind pictures three lion cubs, younger than him and Kion himself, approaching the royal butt of the prince of the Pride Lands maliciously.


“First, three cubs having half of our size decided to mount me….” Kion explains as he feels his commoner partner approaching his laid body and lying comfortably over his back. Thamani, laid over the back of the prince, keeps imagining the unfolding scene as Kion describes each detail cautiously, remembering each minor detail that would remain buried within the number of other details inside his memory.


“Each one of them had sex with me….” Kion, maintaining a smirk that crosses his muzzle, starts to describe the experience of having anal intercourse with those three cubs.


Thamani conceptualizes the image of Kion's golden-pelted scrotum, which always seems to be fed up, exhibiting a chubby circumference due to the sperm that inhabits both of his balls, brushing the ground that it is laid on. Above, an intense image of a smaller ball sack trembling violently and sloppily, slapping harshly against the perineum of the leader of the Lion Guard while the low-angle perspective frames the image of the younger cub’s penis sliding forth and back quickly inside Kion's tail hole. The hind paws of the smaller cub are perching on Kion's leonine butt cheeks; his toes are buried deeply within the layer of fur that coats Kion’s butt as moans can be heard from the dominant but smaller male.


“Look at that ass! It is even hotter when someone is grilling it.” Exclaims one of the other cubs.


The first cub roars confidently. He reaches the orgasm intensely; the pleasure is paradisiacal, vicious, and sufficient enough to scale into the release of a thin load of sperm within the ass of the idol of every single lion cub within the territory of the Pride Lands. However, the pleasure that was reached by the intercourse was only peaked by just the side of the smaller cub, explains Kion: “He was pretty naive…. So my penis barely slid out of its sheath…” “…. The second cub was pretty close to the first one in terms of experience; I felt his penis piercing through my ass, but that was it…” Kion's words keep flowing through the ether of the air, going to the encounter of Thamani’s ears, which still provide enough material for the lion cub. “The third one, however…” The picture of a small brown-pelted ball sack of the third lion immediately appears, filling the blank that was once the owner of Thamani's mind. That brown-colored ball sack throbs against Kion's paler golden-colored perineum while his bright golden-colored butt cheeks watch, patiently, the behavior originating from the smaller cub's scrotum. Suddenly, a fluid appears from behind the smaller sack that eclipses the view of Kion's anus being penetrated. The fluid follows its own path, reaching the submissive larger male’s ball sack and rolling down the perimeter of the prince's scrotum. The fluid has a very characteristic hue, which is bright yellow. “He peed on me, inside my rectum.” Kion continues, “I couldn't say I didn't get aroused…. I had a boner after realizing what he had done.” Kion gently turns his head towards Thamani’s neck, aiming to start rubbing the side of his snout against the beige-colored male’s chin. “After those cubs, two mature male porcupines team-tagged me….” Explains Kion, feeding Thamani's imagination with enough material for his fertile mind. The blue-eyed feline draws the image of Kion’s ass receiving two long and exotic in terms of shape and behavior sexual organs in a row. The anus of the submissive is perfectly shaped; its muscular ring gets covered by a round-shaped 'asterisk' exit that winks timidly. A thin layer of glistening substance steals the viewer's attention. Where did it come from? The most well-accepted hypothesis seems to be a remnant from the thin load of sperm that was released by the first lion cub that dared to mate with the prince of the Pride Lands.Suddenly, an exotic-shaped penis slides through the anus of the leader of the Lion Guard, immediately changing the shape of Kion's ring-like-shaped anus. The asterisk exit is disfigured by the penis, which turns it into an average circular-shaped stretched anus. In less than a second, the first porcupine goes balls deep inside the lion cub’s anus, which seems to be one of the reasons why they are interested in having sex with Kion.“Frankly, I believe they were over-aroused because of my age….” Explains Kion… “They were pretty attached to the fact I am a lion cub, son of the monarchy.” “What is the matter, little cub? Daddy is sticking his banana into the wrong exit?” Teased the first porcupine after listening to Kion’s first moans since the beginning of the sexual intercourse. Each thrust seems to be extremely satisfying for the dominant rodent, using the pleasure delivered by the intermittent friction that's progressively increasing in rhythm and force. 


“I had a massive boner during their go…. I suppose the realization of how aroused they were for me and my body gave me enough fuel to be aroused as well.” Explains Kion, closing his eyes and smiling as he recalls the raw experience he had when the second porcupine mounted on his back; the second rodent ejaculated multiple times inside the lion cub, who enjoyed the feeling of a prominent part of that massive load squirting out of his anus each time the porcupine was thrusting forth and back, deeply, aiming to use the previous load of sperm as some kind of natural lube. The Prince of the Pride Lands opens his left eye as he turns his head towards the side, using its corner to spy his mating partner’s behavior as he feels Thamani tightening the grip of the press between each other's bodies. Thamani presses his cream-colored pelted belly against Kion’s golden-pelted back while he keeps surfing on the waves of the endless sea of his imagination. The image of Kion's anus getting penetrated by a physiologically accurate but dismembered penis of a porcupine, deeply and slowly, as if that massive member is enjoying the warmth of the wrinkled-textured path that lies within that juicy ass, is enough to provoke Thamani’s leonine penis. Suddenly, a substantial load of sperm flows from the penetration, creating a translucent layer of sperm that covers the ball sack of the prince, while the porcupine’s penis keeps thrusting forth and back vigorously into Kion's anus. Thamani’s mind is creative enough to think about each minor detail, including small drops of sperm that squirt from the penetration each time that dismembered penis thrusts deeply enough to stretch the muscular ring of the leader of the Lion Guard.H-M! A-... Hevi Kabisa! You are nothing but a pervert. You just got off me….” Kion whispers, immediately taking Thamani from the possession of his own mind, which he was into just a few seconds ago. The beige-colored furred lion is surprised by the fact that his penis is 8 inches inside the hungry hole of the bright-red maned feline; he has been dominated by the succulent walls of the submissive rectum, which is gripping his meaty and barbed mast tightly. Thamani has no choice besides starting to thrust forth and back, exploring the advantage of the wide length of his penis to maximize the friction applied by the intrusive member, and also using the sperm that was recently released as the culmination of the last sexual intercourse between those two lions as a natural lube that minimizes any painful side effects of the anal intercourse, and primarily working as a substantial assistant of the thrusting penis.“Hrmph! I—I am sorry! B-but I just can't stand listening to you talking about the other males you have been fucking with!” Thamani admits as he closes both of his eyes, feeling blindly guilty about exposing the hidden sentiments he has been brewing toward Kion, who he's been secretly in love with since their first sexual meeting.Kion has no words to proclaim, words that were expected by Thamani as a response to his recent confession. The mouth of the Prince of the Pride Lands is widely open, allowing not only the sharp fangs of the fiercest being of the Pride to be exposed to hungry and curious eyes but also his uvula; the tongue of the submissive male hangs from the wide gap between his upper and bottom lips.The image of Kion's penis, which displays the most literal example of a physiologically erect structure, kissing the fertile earth that composes the soil of the Pride Lands with its succulent tip, exposing the vessels of blood that irrigate the genital organ that throbs violently each time the dominant lion dares to bury his own penis, keeps within the innards of the submissive lion, is, inadvertently, being watched by someone else. 


Someone that exposes an erratic behavior that is represented by a puff that is embedded by a state of seminal rage, each time she observes the bouncing beige-coated ball sack of Thamani trying to eclipse the image of his barbed penis getting completely buried inside the Kion's rectum and stretching his ‘donut’ enough to be mistaken as a simple ring, but failing miserably due to the angle of where they are being watched. “Fuck you, Kion, I can't believe you chose to be a simple, submissive kitten for that average-looking, fraidy cat….” Growls Fuli, aiming her green-toned iris towards Kion's tailhole being repetitively fucked by a penis that digs its whole length within it; Kion’s golden ball sack starts to expose a discrepancy in the size of his testicles, which are mainly seen as two equivalent-sized balls. The left testicle seems to start to bear a major quantity of sperm when it's compared to the right side, which seems to be timidly contracting as the prostate gland of the Prince of The Pride Lands gets massaged by the fleshy intruder.The mood of the female cheetah worsens as the recognizable noises that echo from the mating get louder, enough to fill the void of the ether of air that was once occupying her ears. Fuli proudly holds one of the most popular traits that a cheetah can have: focus. Inherently, once the yellow, furred, black-spotted feline gets interested or overstimulated by an object or situation, no other occurrence tends to be a distraction for her, not even a honey badger that usually holds the title of acquaintance for the cheetah.The badger’s claw-toed feet slam against the soil, producing enough noise to catch Fuli’s attention in a usual situation; however, not on this occasion. Fuli just realizes the unwanted companion once her ears get distracted by his high-pitched-toned voice. “What are you doing here?” Asks Bunga, who clearly is clueless about the unfolding scene placed ahead, which also has been eclipsed from his eyes by the spotted body of the cheetah who is sitting and facing the only gap between the trees that creates a closure for Kion and Thamani, which is logical since both males have chosen to keep their constant sexual activity in secret. Fuli’s reaction was reduced to a short and unexpected blink once Bunga’s presence was found. However, deep inside, the cheetah feels a wave of fear that erupts from an inaccurate and conceptual place that inhabits somewhere inside her stomach once the badger’s voice changes the whole natural status of the fastest being of the Pride Lands. Once calm, but also holding some type of grudge towards Kion, now the cheetah is frightened by the sudden surprise, and obviously, not transpiring any kind of weakness for the badger who watches how the cheetah, who curiously exhibits a spot that resembles the shape of a heart at the central patch of her forehead, drops both of her ears. 


“Are you alright?” Bunga asks, perceiving the unnatural behavior that's being exhibited by the spotted feline, still unaware of the sexual intercourse that is happening ahead due to the lack of visual contact with the other two males who are involved in the mating. The anal bonding is eclipsed by the group of tall bushes that block the badger's eye from seeing anything from the other side of that green wall. “Y-Yes! I am!” Answers a babbling, clearly nervous version of a cheetah who has been known as someone who expresses tranquility and confidence toward any kind of scenario that would be thrown her way. The badger's curiosity finally breaks any typical barrier that would be imposed by his mind; the bravest animal who stands within the frontiers of the lands of pride decides to use his front paws to open a substantial gap between the branches of the bush that's serving as a natural barrier for any curious eyes that would eventually take a peek at the loving felines behind it. “Bunga, wait!” The voice of the cheetah doesn't seem to create any hesitation for the honey badger, who uses his clawed fingers to break through the overly dried leaves of the plant to create a hole large enough to fit a curious glance. The black-colored eyes of the badger are suddenly graced by the view of an extremely succulent anal penetration that squirts a liquefied load of sperm, once extremely gelatinous and substantially firm, mixed with a liquid load of pre-sperm, each time the penis slides through the anus of the submissive male, which also creates a bulge around its circular shape each time the dominant male pulls half of its length out of the rectum of his sexual partner. The bright golden ball sack, which carries a unique and fuzzy pattern of fur along its circumference, sways narrowly to the dirt of the ground at the same rhythm as the thrusting penis; Bunga knows exactly to whom that bouncing ball sack, which also boasts minor web-like sperm drops that had gotten yanked from the anal penetration in a previous thrust, belongs.“Oh! So, Kion is doing it again?” Asks Bunga, carrying a sympathetic smile on his face, which allows his large gap-filled teeth to escape from the dominance of his lips, which would close and hide the existence of such a remarkable feature. ‘What do you mean with “doing it again?”’ Asks Fuli, whose ears are still dropped on the top of her, while her green iris goes undercover each time her eyelids blink delicately while she glances at the white-maned badger. “Well…. You got me…” Bunga laughs as a vivid hue of red appears over his muzzle in the form of a blush. “Kion asked me to mount him last week…. And I couldn't deny it…” Bunga starts to give a detailed description of the private time he had with Kion less than the full period of a week ago. Sooner than expected, the image of Kion, lying over his belly, helpless, easily comparable to an average household cat, blooms inside Fuli’s mind.“He lay over his back so I could fit my body between his hind legs and also allowed me to lay my head over his belly, which is very soft….” Bunga’s dark-silvery blue stocky torso is laid over Kion's pale-golden-colored belly, while his legs are half flexed, apart from each other and standing behind the lion’s butt cheeks, as he maintains his center using his feet, which expose the dark pads located at his soles as his toes, which are mainly formed by his black claws, are on their tips.


“His ass is definitely pleasant for other males….”Bunga is balls deep inside Kion's asshole, not daring to move a single inch of his penis, that would naturally obey his instincts and starts to thrust forth and back. The badger keeps marinating his penis within the lion’s innards as his mustelid eyes meet with the attractive glance of a wild predator.The white fur that grows abundantly along his back shivers unruly as the blue badger feels his penis getting embraced and milked by the tight meaty path of Kion's rectum; Bunga also feels Kion’s penis blossoming from its sheath right under the darker blue patch of fur that coats the area of his belly. “Sadly, I couldn't enjoy it as much as I wanted….” Bunga laughs, turning his eyes directly at Fuli’s delicate features. “... I couldn't stand any longer; he was too much for me.”Fuli closes her eyes, foreshadowing an emotional discharge that would never come to light, since she always understood that a single tear shed by her eye would represent the ultimate sign of weakness. “Kion never had eyes for me….” The young cheetah confesses, feeling an excruciating pain radiating from the center of her chest, which turns out to be even worse at the moment she realizes that it's not an average kind of physical suffering; the discomfort she is facing comes from the depths of her complex persona, which is the clear indicative of the lack of self-esteem that seems to be punishing the enchanting female cheetah. Bunga watches the cheetah turning her face towards the side where Kion and Thamani are making love; a thin layer of tears seems to have enveloped both of her eyes as a lower amount of tears leaks from the sides of her overwhelmed eyelids. Fuli closes her eyes, foreshadowing an emotional discharge that would never come to light, since she always understood that a single tear shed by her eye would represent the ultimate sign of weakness. “Kion never had eyes for me….” The young cheetah confesses, feeling an excruciating pain radiating from the center of her chest, which turns out to be even worse at the moment she realizes that it's not an average kind of physical suffering; the discomfort she is facing comes from the depths of her complex persona, which is the clear indicative of the lack of self-esteem that seems to be punishing the enchanting female cheetah. Bunga watches the cheetah turning her face towards the side where Kion and Thamani are making love; a thin layer of tears seems to have enveloped both of her eyes as a lower amount of tears leaks from the sides of her overwhelmed eyelids. “I am sure he has eyes for you! Everyone does!” Bunga retorts aggressively while the cheetah lifts her back from the ground where she is sitting, ready to answer Bunga’s acid statement. However, the badger is faster than the cheetah's words. At the exact moment when Fuli was proclaiming the first syllables of the phrase that would, in her mind, debunk Bunga's statement, the badger spits his argument: “You are the fastest of the Pridelands; member of the Lion Guard; the second in charge; you are the prettiest feline on these lands, even prettier than Kiara…” Bunga's words seem to provoke an effect on both of his cheeks, as once again, a vivid hue of red appears around the circumference of his face. “... Everyone has eyes for you…” Bunga finishes, visibly proud of his argument. However, Fuli seems to not be convinced by his words. The cheetah uses her left front paw to wipe the rolling tears that were working on the side of her cheeks, responding to the badger while restraining any visual contact with the smaller male. “... But the only male that would be worth enough... has eyes for someone else…” Fuli answers, observing both lions roaring louder as a translucent gelatinous mass of sperm leaks from the deep penetration as the cream-colored perineum of the dominant male spasms erratically, which indicates an ejaculation.For a single moment, Fuli realizes that Bunga seems to have left the area since she can't detect the presence of the blue badger as she uses the side of her green-colored eyes in an attempt to catch a glimpse of the badger, who was supposed to be standing by the right side of her glance. The powerful nose of the cheetah can still detect the unique and very characteristic scent of the badger, which impregnates her nostrils with certain violence, but that doesn't mean that the badger is anywhere nearby, since his scent is remarkable to be displaced from his presence, which means that it doesn't matter the concrete distance from the real location of where he is placed; any animal that earns a delicate scent can detect his smell. However, suddenly, the cheetah feels two small paws firmly holding both of her spotted buttocks.


“W-what is this?” Asks Fuli, exposing the top row of her fangs as her head turns towards her back. Surprisingly enough, the cheetah gasps as she sees the figure of the missing badger who is standing behind her butt. Bunga bites his bottom lip with substantial care as he spreads Fuli’s butt cheeks, which possess a considerable size, enough to be considered as a ‘thick’ couple of buttocks. The fastest of the Pride Lands gasps one more time as she feels the gelid wind, brought by the substantial group of trees in the surroundings, kissing both of her private holes. “What do you think you are doing?” Asks Fuli, adding the raspiness of rage in her sweet-toned voice, watching the tongue sweeping across the top lip of the badger while his eyes are directly aimed at the cheetah’s private holes. “Well… Since you don't believe my words, maybe my tongue will convince you…” Bunga opens his mouth widely, allowing his tongue to be seen: alloys of saliva create ties between the badger's palate and tongue as its slimy surface approaches the anus of the cheetah, who starts to feel Bunga’s warm puffs colliding against the whole perimeter of her private area. She closes her eyes in pure anticipation, waiting for the moment when she could sense the contact of the taste buds of the badger's tongue with the wrinkled-textured surface of her anus. “B-Bunga!? Ewww!” Fuli exclaims as she raises her right hind leg, which seems to be loading a kick against Bunga's smaller body. However, such action never came to reality. The cheetah chirps as she feels the saliva of the badger getting painted across her perineum. As the tongue of the mustelid reaches the anus of the larger female, its tip starts to sweep against the cheetah’s winking muscular ring, which has to be violated by the tongue if it aims to explore the path behind.“Ah! Fuck!” The cheetah involuntarily stretches her hind legs apart from each other, progressively wider, as she feels the tongue of the naughty badger burying through her inner sphincter and going deeper through the path of her rectum.“B-Bunga! stop t-this….” Fuli begs as her fangs clench against each other while her eyes shut tightly.  Waiting for a response from the side of the responseless badger that seems to be enjoying the sudden oral sex, the cheetah sways her tail widely, throwing its length against the badger's head, attempting to stop the unwanted sexual attention applied by the male. However, after a couple of beating the top of the badger's head with her tail, Fuli realizes he won't be stopping any time soon.“.... This is not what I planned for my day to be…” Fuli sighs, feeling Bunga tongue-kissing her anus as timid signs of arousal start to hint through her sexual organ, which slowly starts to have its inner labia more humid. However, a louder noise echoes from the side where the two male felines are standing.“O-oh my!” Exclaims Fuli, as she watches Thamani mounted over Kion's head, using his front paws to embrace the superior side of the Prince of the Pride Lands’ body; the upper chest of the beige-colored male is lying over the top of the head of the red-vividly-colored maned male; his mane, by the way, gets brushed by the cream-colored chest of the dominant male, who moves forth and back at the same rhythm of his flexed hind legs that seems to be dancing against the face of the bright-golden feline. The cheetah doesn't see what's happening in the area of the face of her Lion Guard colleague due to the angle from where she has chosen to be watching the unfolding scene since the beginning, but she knows exactly what’s going on there. Thamani slides his still-erect barbed penis through the lips of the leader of the protectors of the pride, enjoying how the tongue of the prince tries to embrace the circumference of the intrusive sexual organ but fails miserably; the sound of Kion swallowing that violative penis, each time Thamani thrusts through the oropharynx of the submissive lion, impresses the observing cheetah, who feels her heart getting dangerously dominated by jealousy. 


“Bunga….” The cheetah closes her eyes as she aligns her chest with the rest of her body, allowing her own pride to take over her low self-esteem. The fastest cat in the Pride Lands knows she doesn't want to be dominated by any negative thought that could appear in her quick-paced mind. The decision to allow Bunga to have sexual intercourse with her arrives as a pseudo-response to the rival sexual intercourse that is happening right in front of her face. However, the cheetah is not pleased with the current oral activity applied by the ratel; the feeling of the slimy explorer of Bunga sliding through her rectum is not unpleasant at all, but the knowledge of having someone's tongue, which is part of the digestive system, making physical contact with an organ whose duty is so dirty and logically repulsive is definitely not exactly what Fuli has been planning. The cheetah, after studying the situation carefully, takes the smartest decision that she has in her paws, asking the only question that would interrupt Bunga to stop what he is doing: “.... Do you want to fuck my ass?”“Zuka-Zama!… Really?” Asks a surprised Bunga, after pulling his tongue from the ass of the teasing cheetah, who starts to wiggle her thighs as she stands on the tips of her hind paws; her anus winks for the first time after the interrupted oral sex, and it squirts a minor load of saliva, which was originally natural from Bunga’s mouth, and stands, proudly, for a brief period inside the cheetah's asshole.“Yes! Sure….” The spotted feline giggles. “Anything for you to stop kissing my butt…” The cheetah exposes the glorious appearance of her butt cheeks to the badger, who watches those chubby, spotted buttocks bouncing up and down in front of his facial cheeks. “Make it yours….” Whispers Fuli, watching the badger touch his penis, which was recently released from its protective sheath, aiming for it to grow longer and erectile. The badger grabs the top of the inferior part of the cheetah’s back, near the base of the tail of the cheetah. His claw-fingered hand holds firmly, as Bunga’s legs start to escalate Fuli’s hind legs.After a couple of failed attempts, the blue-colored badger finally manages to perch successfully on the butt of the female. The penis of the mustelid, fully erect, starts to ‘hot-dog’ between the two prominent buns of the cheetah, who smirks as she feels the unique texture of the sexual organ of the sexual partner. “Ready?” Answers Bunga, glancing at the eyes of the cheetah, who is side-eyed, keeping visual contact with the badger. “Go ahead….” The green light given by Fuli is enough for Bunga to use his penis to pierce through the anal sphincter of the cheetah. The sexual organ of the badger slides through the rectum of the cheetah without substantial obstructions; the wrinkled flesh that composes the path of the bottom part of the female's intestine warmly welcomes the intrusive dick that slides forth and back against the juicy path of the circumference of Fuli’s rectum. The sexual intercourse, which slowly grows more intense, takes contrasting reactions from both sides of the anal sex:“Hmmm…. It is quite tasty….” Admits Fuli, enjoying the behavior of the mid-sized penis of the honey badger, which rubs repeatedly against each inch of the cheetah’s innards, creating a sweet-flavored pleasure, compared to an intense massage that slowly overwhelms any sensitive point that can be found by the badger's penis. “A- Fuli… This…. is… so… good!” Bunga squeals, going louder each time his penis goes deeper inside Fuli’s ass. Expressing an antagonistic behavior when compared to the cheetah, Bunga adopts an eloquent and more vocal behavior as a product of the sensation of having his penis getting gently embraced by the asshole of the cheetah that stretches wider as the penis of the badger goes further. “W-what’s the matter, Bunga?” Can't stand the butt of a cheetah?” Fuli jokes, pointing to the fact of the superior size of her own body when compared to the badger. The chubby cheeks of the spotted feline create thin waves of impact each time it gets impacted by the groin of the smaller male, who moans as he feels his penis throbbing against the gentle walls of the cheetah, indicating an orgasm approaching sooner than expected, similar to what happened during the sexual meeting between Kion and him. “Go! Cum in me! You weak-ass badger!” Yells Fuli, feeling the first loads of pre-sperm getting released by the sexual organ of the male. The female feline tightens the circumference of her anus, creating a minor gap around the path that milks the shaft of the badger’s penis.


Bunga, clearly ashamed, realizes he won't be able to sustain any further; he thrusts every inch of his penis into the anus of the cheetah, also forcing part of his scrotum into the gap of the anal ring of the female, stretching it widely as the badger blasts a considerable amount of sperm into the digestive system of Fuli, who moans timidly as she feels the warm liquid, expelled from the male’s sexual organ, getting spread through her rectum.The badger passes the back of his right hand across his forehead as sweat starts to roll from the base of the white patch of hair that has its basis at the top of his head. His left hand is still holding the Cheetah's spotted back, which, on this occasion, is gripping tightly the pelt of the cheetah, enough to pull her skin up violently as the last squirt of sperm is puked by the tip of his cock into the female's rectum, which has now turned into a reservoir for the badger's sperm. Bunga pants heavily as his face adopts a tiring look: his mouth is wide open as the warmth that is brought by the puffs that come straight from his throat condenses as it comes in contact with the colder air; his eyes are narrowly open while his nostrils dilate as the badger breathes.“F-Fuli, I-” The badger is violently interrupted. The cheetah throws the badger into the air as she shoves her rear up, in a clear attempt to kick the badger out of her ass. “Ouch!” The best friend of the Prince of the Pride Lands neighs in pain as he lands over his coccyx and then falls to his right side as he uses the palm of his left front paw to caress the area that suffered with the impact. “W-what was that for?” Asks Bunga, glancing at the provocative view of Fuli’s semi-crouched butt, showing off her seductive and protuberant spotted buttocks, which are spread perfectly apart from each other, giving the status of ‘main star of the scene’ to her anus, which is located at its center, above her moist vagina that is getting fed by the substantial amount of sperm that is leaking from the already mentioned anus and flows through her perineum.“Sorry, but I have to go….” Fuli avoids eye contact with the badger, who is still lying over the side of his body. “Huwezi!” Exclaims Fuli, seconds before she uses her small-shaped paws to run fast enough to disappear across the vast bushes that surround the area in less than five seconds.“W-what happened?” Bunga, seemingly confused, supports his torso using his arms, which are standing against the ground, as he observes the gap between the green leaves of the bushes from where Fuli escaped from his eyes. Suddenly, the voice echoes from behind the bushes:“Sorry, but you guys were making so much noise…”The badger jumps over his feet and walks between the bushes, accompanying the voice that seems to be approaching after each step given by the small mustelid.“Next time, we will be quiet….” Whispers Thamani, lying over his side as Bunga observes Kion, also lying over his side, embraced by the front paws of his sexual partner, while rubbing his back against the beige-colored lion’s belly. Kion smiles as his pupils glance at Bunga's presence; the badger, however, can't take his eyes away from the translucent stain of sperm that covers the snout of the leader of the Lion Guard.