Puma: Whew… Thanks for making the salad along with the pizza tonight, Tam.
Two college girls, a chubby one named Puma, and a skinny one named Tammy, were at their college dorm for the evening. Their finals are coming up soon in about a week and they’ve been studying together. Tammy noticed her best friend was getting stressed so she suggested getting something for dinner. They decided to get two pizzas for the night and Tammy made a salad for the two as she knows her best friend is super embarrassed about her image. While she’s nothing like a slob, she’s not even that overweight, just chubby, she is very self conscious about what others think about her. Tammy knows her better than anyone, she always tells her that she’s a normal healthy girl, and she rather see her eat at least something than to starve, and she’s been showing her how to balance herself between eating junk food to healthy food and how to maintain some exercise too. Puma has been following her advice and is starting to feel good about herself, but what she is still shy about…
Tammy: Shall we continue our studies?
Puma: … *BURRRUP* *Blushing*
Tammy tries not to laugh, as Puma looks away, blushing crimson red. It’s hard to explain to most, but to some people, they think Puma is nothing but a rude slob with the way she burps and farts in public, but Tammy knows that’s far from the truth. It’s not like Puma does it on purpose, she just can’t help but to let out. As far as Tammy could remember, Puma always had trouble controlling her gas. Every time when she should rip one, it would follow with her cheeks blushing a deep shade of red then she would sniffle and most of the time she would cry and keep apologizing for it. Tammy had also seen other kids making fun of her, but Tammy would always stand up and defend her friend. When they’re alone together, Tammy would burp or fart with her friend and they would sometimes make a game out of it, like she’s a monster that just wants a hug and that always makes her feel better. Puma has always had a deep respect and love for her best friend, and while she’s not shy of ripping one in front of her, she still feels ashamed.
Tammy: Do you want to take a break instead? That was a big dinner we just had and…
Puma (Blushing): N-n-no, I’m able to study. We need to make sure we’re ready for the finals. *PPPFFFFLLLTTT* *Blushing* If this stupid body behaves itself!
Tammy held her friend.
Tammy (Giggling): Well tell that belly of yours to wait until we’re done!
Puma let out a soft laugh when Tammy tickled her belly button. The girls started studying, or they would, if Puma’s gas would stop coming out. She had a hard time concentrating due to how many times she had to let go for every like five minutes. Tammy noticed that she had passed the stage of embarrassment and was now starting to feel mad at herself. She tried her best to calm her, and while Puma was grateful, it didn’t stop her from crying. Tammy just pulled her best friend in and let her cry on her shoulder while she rubs her back.
Puma: I’m so sorry, Tammy! I don… I don’t… *BBBBRRRRAAAWWWPP* Mmmmfff…!
Tammy: Shh, shh. I know it’s not your fault, Puma. We’ve known each other for a long time. If I did had a problem, would I actually sit next to you? Or would I still be your roommate?
Puma: B-b-but… But, does it bother you that I rip one in front of you? I mean you’re a grown woman now, so…
Tammy: Puma, I’ve never had a problem. In fact I sometimes like your gas.
Puma cocked her hand in confusion.
Tammy (Giggling): I know it might sound strange, but I guess it's because it’s part of you. We used to play so many fun games with your gas and it made you smile and it made me smile knowing it makes you feel better. Puma, have I ever made fun of your gas?
Puma shook her head.
Tammy: Have I ever made fun of your appearance?
She shook her head again.
Tammy: Have ever helped you feel better by letting you cry on my shoulder, and then making you feel better by sticking by your side and playing games with you?
Puma nodded.
Tammy: There you go. Puma, if you need to rip one out, rip it out. I don’t care how loud or how gross it is. It’s part of you and I like you for you. I always will.
Puma gave her best friend a soft smile.
Puma: You know, sometimes I envy you. I mean, you’re beautiful, smart, and so sweet. While I just look like an ugly plum that doesn’t know how to control myself. You probably would have had a handsome boyfriend by now if you didn’t have someone like me holding you back.
Tammy: Puma, you hush up right now! You are the only person that’s still important to me. If no one else is willing to accept you for you, then they don’t deserve respect from me! And stop beating yourself out, I’m sure there’s still someone out there that’ll also accept you for who you are. Just keep looking.
Puma just wrapped her best friend in her arms.
Tammy: Let’s take a break from studying. Let’s see what’s on tonight.
Puma offered to do the dishes while Tammy surfed through Netflix and channels for anything good. When Puma came back to the living room, she saw Tammy stopping at a certain show. The Timon and Pumbaa show.
Tammy: Want to watch it? We haven’t seen this show in a long time.
Puma: *BBBBRRRAAAWWWP* *Blushing* W-w-well. I guess it wouldn’t hurt.
Puma said a little behind next to her friend as they started watching the show. It was just as funny and good as they remember. The two friends are big Disney fans and the Lion King franchises were their favorites. Puma has a big soft side for the show, as two of the characters, Timon and Pumbaa, represent something to both her and Tammy.
Tammy: It’s been awhile, but I still see some similarities between you and Pumbaa.
Puma: I guess. But I think Pumbaa is braver than I’ll ever be.
Tammy: And once again, I disagree with you. I think you’ve come a long way when it comes to standing up for yourself. You still amazed me when you stood up to those girls at our class. And even now, you’re starting to become less shy about letting go in front of me.
Blushing, Puma lifted her leg up and blasted a fart. Tammy playfully waved her nose, hearing Puma giggle made her giggle with her.
Puma: Well, it wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t have a smart friend like you and a show like this. I can say for certain that the times we would pretend to be Timon and Pumbaa together has helped me develop myself.
She had an idea. Puma held up her index finger and went into the room to grab her dark red shirt and dark red yoga pants, it made her look like Pumbaa.
Tammy: Hey, you still got that outfit I got you for your birthday!
Puma (As Pumbaa): Yep! And boy did that dinner leave an impression on my figure! *BBBBBRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWPPPP* Uffff… It seems I can only get thinner if I just ‘deflate’ myself! *PPPPPPFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTT*
Tammy started laughing, before it was her turn to go to her room and grab a tan shirt with light tan yoga pants. Puma sat on the sofa, blasted away when Tammy came up and playfully patted her tummy.
Tammy (As Timon): Deflate? I think we would need to pop this belly in order to make you thin! Look at you! *pat pat* No matter what we try we can still roll you down the hill to the next field. Sometimes I wonder if you were born with this tummy!
Puma (As Pumbaa): *BEEEEELLLLLLLEEEEECH* Well maybe that's also true about you being all skin and bones. You can eat as many bugs as you can, and yet you’re still thin!
Tammy (As Timon): Oh well excuse me. … *BBBBBUUUUUURRRRRRRUUUUUP* But if you stop eating those fat juicy bugs, you might be able to finally lose some weight!
Puma (As Pumbaa): Hey at least I can win at an eating contest anyday! *BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRAAAWWWWWWPP*
The girls couldn’t help but burst out laughing at their impressions and shots at each other. Puma was laughing so hard, she started snorting like an actual warthog. Tammy heard it as soon as Puma covered her mouth. She couldn’t stop snorting and soon she felt herself going through some changes. Tammy watched in horror seeing her best friend transforming to an actual warthog! Not just any warthog, she was turning into a brownish-red warthog, with a large nose, two tusks, one on both sides, along with some buckteeth. Her hair was shorter, it was more of a blackmane; her belly was still the same weight, but had a more brown color in the center, she grew a tail, and finally she had some hooves on her legs, and her hands! When the transformation was over, Puma just looked at her body.
Pumbaa: *BEEEEELLLLLLEEEEECH* H-h-holy shit! Am I!?
Puma stomped her belly with her hooves, she let out a massive burp that lingered up her nose. 
Pumbaa: *COUGH COUGH* O-O-O… Ahha! Tammy, I’m fucking Pumbaa! *BBBBBBBEEEEELLLLEEEEEECH* Damn, that felt good! *Laughing* Well now I finally be myself without worrying about those bitches! In fact. … *BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWPPPPPPPP* Ooooo! Fuck I’ve wanted to do that for a long time!
Timon: *COUGH COUGH* Alright, alright! We get it! I don’t know what stinks, your filthy body or that dirty mouth of yours!
Pumbaa opened his eyes to see Tammy wasn’t in front of him.
He looked down onto the floor and he was trying very hard to hold himself from laughing. 
An annoyed little slim meerkat, with reddish hair, and tan far with some stripes and some brown fingers rolled his eyes looking up at his friend.
Pumbaa: *snickering* T-t-t-Tammy…? Is that…?
Timon: What? You thought that just because I was a girl, you were going to get a tall hot smoking female meerkat or something? Heck, even I wish I had that transformation than this!
Pumbaa shot himself back onto the sofa and started a laughing fit, rolling on both sides as Timon just continued to look up at his best friend, covering his nose, as Pumbaa started blasting gross farts from each fit of laughing he let out.
Pumbaa: O-o-o-o-oh!!! Well look at it this way, Tammy. At least now we have an excuse to act out our favorite characters. I can finally be myself without having to worry about what others say. They’ll just think I’m the real Pumbaa!
Pumbaa held out his hoof as Timon hopped on it to get to the couch.
Timon: Yeah. I guess it could be worse. The only thing I just have to worry about is not getting stepped on. I get enough of that from the other larger animals.
Pumbaa: Hey, Hakuna Matata, right?
The two best friends fist bumped each other.
Timon: Well… How’s about we continue our Hakuna Matata?
The two friends decided to watch the first Lion King movie.
Timon: Man. It’s hard to believe it’s been that long since we starred in this movie.
Pumbaa: You’re telling me. And look at where we are now. I’ve heard that this movie became so popular that there’s fan drawings of us on the web.
Timon and Pumbaa looked at each other.
Pumbaa: Do you dare?
Timon: *shrugging* What’s the worst that can happen?
Pumbaa helped Timon grab and balance the laptop onto the table. Once it was opened up, they noticed that it showed one of the girls' Deviantart accounts. They type up ‘Lion King’ and see a bunch of drawings and pics of their friends and themselves. It seems the most popular characters also had some mature type of content with them, like Nala looking into the viewers, rubbing her smooth legs, or Shenzi in a nice skimpy looking bikini, or even Simba lifting his right arm, showing off a nice smooth armpit.
Timon: Dang, the type of minds people have on our friends.
Pumbaa (Chuckling): What, you mean to tell me you never found someone like Shenzi to be sexy? I’ve seen the way you look up at her. Heck, I’m sure Nala has a thing about pinning down smaller guys, if you know what I mean.
Timon blushed a crimson red, as Pumbaa chuckled and playfully nudged his shoulder. This  gave Pumbaa an idea. He tapped Timon on the shoulders for him to look all flustered as Pumbaa kept on snickering. It seems the girls like the Lion King franchise so much that they sometimes go onto Rule 34 sites for these characters. Timon couldn’t stop looking and admiring some of the impressive drawings of his friends. From the hyena characters wearing impressive bikinis, to Simba, Mufasa, and Kovu showing off their muscles, cocks, and asses, and of course, the amount of lioness looking into the viewer, showing their hips, magnificent breasts, just all around, the artist made them look beautiful. It’s no secret that both Timon and Pumbaa have their own crushes and they had to admit these artists made their friends look hot.
Pumbaa: Hey, there’s a video someone made of Simba and Nala!
Timon: *sigh* Why not?
Timon clicked on the video. The video wasted no time and started showing the action between the married couple. There were a couple of shots showing off their bodies and the sexual acts the two performed on each other. Timon and Pumbaa knew it was fake, but at the same time, some of the positions shown in the video and the passion these two have, it wouldn’t sound far-fetched to them if they actually do this in real life. Timon was about to ask Pumbaa about the video, when he saw him masturbating his hard, tall cock to this scene.
Timon: DUDE!
Pumbaa: Heh, heh. Oh come on! Are you still surprised by this? You and I both know that this is the only action we’re going to get from each other, besides I’m not thinking about you! I’m thinking about her!
Timon looked back at the video and then back at Pumbaa.
Pumbaa: I mean it's up to you if you want to stay. I know you’ll be thinking about it at the very least. You might as well take care of yourself right now.
Timon looked down and noticed hs cock was ready to come out. He sighed and shrugged to himself before he began to stroke.
Pumbaa: Damn… I still envy Simba for having a nice wife. I mean you still have a better chance of finding a girl than I do! *sigh* Guess I’m still the same as I was before.
Timon: Aw come on, what have I told you about beating yourself up? I mean okay, there’s some traits that won’t win you any points with the ladies, but so what? There’s lots of other traits you have that’ll sure to win you over. Take that black hair of yours for example. That just screams a tough-looking warthog, but on the inside he’s got a heart of gold. Who wouldn’t want a man that can protect their friends and family, huh? And this nice round belly! *Pat pat* I know you think there’s nothing sexy about it, but I know you’ve seen how some ladies go for the chubby kind at times and being strong while being chubby is just another win point for you!
Pumbaa looked at his best friend. He wanted to believe him.
Timon: Look, Pumbaa. Just because you might not have a date now, doesn’t mean you won’t find someone that’s a least bit interested to get to know you.
Pumbaa: That’s just it! Once they get to know me … *PPPPPPPPPBBBBFFFFLLLLT* They don’t want anything to do with me! And it’s all because of my stupid gas! I appreciate you helping me, but if someone like you can get sick of me, then what kind of lady is going to want to marry me!?
Timon: … … Well… If it makes you the least bit interested, I can think of someone that might be interested in you.
Pumbaa was interested. Once Timon pointed to the screen, Pumbaa just stared at him.
Pumbaa: If this is your idea of a joke…
Timon: I know, I know. I may be a joker at times, but I’m being serious.
Pumbaa: …
Timon: Well if you need more proof, I actually saw it with my own two eyes.
Timon proceeded to explain himself. He was looking for Simba to see if the king wanted to take a break with him. He caught him and Nala wrestling each other, trying to pin each other like always. Nala was this close to pinning him, but she managed to get Simba to let out a deep burp that she found herself blushing and she was distracted enough for Simba to pin her to the ground. The lions laughed as Nala tried to call foul and wanted a rematch. The match ended up the same, with Simba catching Nala off guard and pinning her again. The lions just rolled around, getting into the match that they started kissing. Timon was watching over on how Nala was begging for Simba to belch on her. He never saw anything like it. As he was getting to the end of the story, he noticed that Pumbaa wanted to believe him, but he wasn’t sure if what Timon was saying was true.
Timon: I mean, it’s up to you if you want to take my word for it, but I know your little love stick there wants to believe it.
Pumbaa (Blushing): Well. … If it is true, do you really think it actually does give me a chance?
Timon pondered something for a bit, he looked over at the laptop again and then at his friend.
Timon: Well let’s put it to the test.
Timon exited the video and searched the web to find a sexy picture of Nala. He found a good one of a feral Nala looking into the picture on all fours.
Timon: Looks good, right?
Pumbaa nodded.
Timon: Okay, so this might sound weird, but I’m going to touch your body, and yes, if possible, I might stroke your cock too. Is that alright?
Pumbaa looked at his best friend, he didn’t want to object without hearing his plan some more.
Timon: All I want you to do, is picture that this Nala on the computer is the one that’s teasing your body. Alright? Picture a scene where Nala and Simba are not in love, or let’s say that they’re swingers. Nala finds you alone and is attracted to your scent. Now what would you do or say if she did something like this…?
Timon demonstrated by placing his tiny palm hand around Pumbaa round belly. Pumbaa looked at the picture and started imagining that Nala was the one rubbing and padding up his belly.
Pumbaa: N-n-n-Nala, wh-what are you…?
Timon tried his best to impersonate Nala.
Timon: I came over because Simba’s been away on a trip and I got loney. *Giggling* I followed your scent and it seems I came in at the right moment.
Pumbaa: But… What about Simba?
Timon: Mmm… Simba already knows. We agreed that with our duties it’ll be hard to satisfy our needs, so he and Timon agreed that to avoid any rumours we can come to you two and you can help us out. I guess your pal didn’t tell you that yet.
Timon kept one hand around Pumbaa’s belly and he moved the other hand and placed the palm on his big balls. Fondling them around.
Pumbaa: Ahhh… *blushing* N-N-Nala… I don’t think you would want anything to do. … *BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAWWWWWPPP* *Blushing*
Timon (Giggling): Excuse you.
Timon could see that Pumbaa was getting close to tears, he held his face and he made Pumbaa look at him.
Timon: Hey, no crying, okay? Timon has told me a lot about you and I feel for you. I know what it’s like to have someone accept you for who you are. I don’t care if you need to let yourself go. Simba does it when we mate and it gets me aroused when he gets the change to pin me and make me sniff it. *Giggling*
Pumbaa: You sure you don’t mind? I don’t blame you if you want to walk away and you just want to forget about me like everyone else.
Timon: Pumbaa. I really don’t mind. If no one else will accept you for you, then I will. I know Simba does and so does your best friend. You’ll have us sticking by you no matter what.
Pumbaa felt better and he smiled at his best friend.
Timon: I’ll prove to you that I’ll still stay with you. Kiss me, give me a deep kiss for as long as you want and if you need to burp, burp for me, okay?
Pumbaa and Timon closed their eyes and started liplocking each other. Timon did have to cough from Pumbaa’s bad breath, but he was sticking to his word and just kept on kissing him. Pumbaa let out a couple of deep groans, feeling Timon’s tiny tongue and mouth licking his lips and kissing, mixed with his hands tendering his body. He sometimes forgets just how good his hands are.
Pumbaa: Ahhh…. *BBBBBBBBBBUUURRRRRRUUUUUPPPP*
Timon: *SSSSSNNNNNIIIFFFF* Mmmm… *Chuckling* That’s it big guy! *pat pat* Show me where you store that energy.
Pumbaa chuckled. The two friends kept on kissing. Timon started to feel Pumbaa’s strong hands gently rubbing his back. He started moaning too. Pumbaa just relaxed himself and started burping around Timon’s face and mouth. Hearing his best friend sniffing them and being okay with them, made Pumbaa more confident in himself. He pulled Timon’s lips closer and started patting his back.
Timon: Mmmm…! *BBBBBBUUUUURRRRRRUUUUUUPPPP* *Chuckling*
Pumbaa (Laughing): Go ‘Nala’!
The two entered a belching contest near their mouths. Timon could feel his hand going down from Pumbaa’s belly to his cock.
Timon: May I?
Pumbaa nodded. He kept his eyes closed and moaned, feeling Timon’s palm sliding up and down Pumbaa’s smooth cock. Timon slid himself down in front of Pumbaa’s cock and balls and started rubbing them, hearing the warthog panting. He felt a warm fart getting blown onto his cock. That felt good to him. Pumbaa noticed that his friend’s cock was throbbing.
Pumbaa: Timon…? Do you need some help?
Timon looked up at Pumbaa.
Timon: It’s alright, buddy. I can take care of myself with my own hands.
Pumbaa: Who said I was going to use my hands?
Timon looked at Pumbaa, stopping his own hands. Pumbaa patted the sofa and told Timon to lay on his back. When he did, he felt Pumbaa carefully sliding his ass crack in between Timon’s cock. Timon couldn’t help but shiver, feeling his best friend’s warm ass cracks sandwiching his cock. Pumbaa spread his ass and placed his anus on Timon’s tiny cock, he rubbed it gently, the boys moaned, feeling their smooth skin touching each others’. Timon’s eyes were half closed, he was observing Pumbaa’s thicc ass, the way they curve.
Pumbaa: Alright back there?
Timon: Y-y-yeah. You know it's not so bad at all. Mind if I hold on to you?
Pumbaa placed his hooves on the sofa and Timon placed his hands on his ass, feeling the air inside coming out. Pumbaa asked if it was okay for him to fart.
Timon: Of course. Remember, just be yourself. I’ve taken wrose from you! Besides, I won’t lie. This is good…
Pumbaa can tell with the way his ass was massaging his cock, and hearing Timon grunting softly, he must be enjoying this.
Pumbaa: Uffff… Here it comes! *PPPPPFFFFFFFBBBBBLLLTTTTTT*
Once Pumbaa shut his eyes tightly, he heard Timon snorting. He was ready for Timon to make fun of him, but while Timon was coughing, he heard him moaning sexually and even heard saying…
Timon: Fuck yeah!
Pumbaa started to goran with Timon and he pressed his anus further on Timon’s cock. He started dry humping Timon, while grunting more farts out, not caring how big or smelly they were. Timon didn’t care either. He was feeling too good and so was Pubmaa. He felt himself panting and he felt his hand sliding itself on his own cock. Pumbaa felt his precum when he rubbed his slit, and he felt Timon’s precum dripping around his ass.
Timon: *SSSSSNNNNNRRRRTTTTTTTTT* Oof. You know what Nala would do if she was to smell this?
Pumbaa: Pass out? *Laughing*
Timon (Laughing): Well yes, that, but she might tell you to kiss her.
Timon saw that his body was being shadowed by Pumbaa. The two boys grin as they felt their cocks touching and rubbing each other.
Pumbaa (Chuckling): Well then pucker up, Nala!
The two boys started kissing. Pumbaa’s spit and drool was dripping onto Timon’s neck and lips, he made sure to lick it off, but Timon told him that they’re getting dirty anyway, so he doesn’t mind. The two boys were just enjoying each other, with Pumbaa noting that it won’t be long before one of them decides to cum.
Timon and Pumbaa: Mmmm… *smooch smooch smooch*
Pumbaa: *BBBBBEEEELLLLEEEECH* *BBBBBBUUUURRRRRRUUUP*
Timon: *SSSSNNNNNNIIIFFFFFFF* Ooo, yeah! *SMACK* *BBBBBBEEEEELLLLEEEECCCH* Keep that up big boy and I’ll show you how a queen is supposed to roar!
The two boys felt their bodies moving, their cocks were throbbing. Timon let out a pleasant groan and so did Pumbaa with the way their precum was dripping onto Timon. Pumbaa felt Timon trying to push him up.
Pumbaa: What’s wrong?
Timon: Ahhh… *cough cough* *BBBBURRRUP* Nothing, is just you’re making your ‘queen’ feel too good, and as your friend, she wants to make sure you're pleased as well. How’s about you sit down and let the queen properly thank you?
Pumbaa: Are you sure? You know full well my cock…
Timon tried to give Pumbaa a good spank and he tried to speak like Nala.
Timon: Are you doubting your queen’s skills!? Maybe I should just leave then if you don’t think I can handle myself!
Pumbaa (Chuckling): My apologies, Nala. I just don’t…
Timon: *SMACK* No excuses! Now sit down and let me work my magic! That’s an order!
Pumbaa sighed and he got off Timon and sat down on his back. Timon positioned himself near Pumbaa’s cock. He was curious what Timon had planned. He placed his two little hands around his shaft and he placed his lips closed to the tip.
Timon: Trust me, big guy. I’ve seen my kind to this to larger animals and it works like a charm. Just sit back and don’t worry about cumming, okay?
He spread his mouth and started licking the tip of Pumbaa’s cock slowly, the only thing he did with his mouth was giving Pumbaa some head. He barely moved his head and mostly let his hands do all the work, keeping a good rhythm when licking and rubbing his cock. It was working, as Timon could feel Pumbaa’s belly breathing softly and hearing some soft moaning coming out of him. Pumbaa was at a loss for words, but his expressions and tone was enough for Timon to be convinced that this was working. That and Pumbaa was farting around his waist due to how relaxed he was. Timon just continued with his job, and pulled his mouth down just a little and pushed his fingers to the bottom part of his cock and just focused on rubbing it, while licking the precum around his slit.
Pumbaa: Mmmmm… Fuck!
Stroking and sucking him for long enough, Pumbaa could no longer hold back a satisfied scream. Timon even felt his pal trying to hold himself back from cumming.
Timon: Feeling good?
Pumbaa: I feel amazing! Timon you crazy genius, I can’t hold back anymore!
Timon: Then give it to me! I told you don’t hold yourself back if you need to cum! If your queen can handle Simba, I can handle you! So shoot!
Pumbaa: Uuuffff… Just don’t choke yourself, please… Ooooo myyyyy!!!
Timon spread his mouth as far as possible when Pumbaa offered his hot cum straight into his mouth. He hasn’t seen his pal cumming in a long while, so he forgot how thick and wet it usually is. He won’t lie, but there was a point where he had to cough some of it out as it was a little unexpected. Pumbaa was about to pull out, but to his surprise, Timon just kept his mouth where it was and kept on gently stroking the cum out. Pumbaa’s body was still shaking from the amount of effort Timon was putting for him, making sure he gets every drop out, he even licked around the head to make sure nothing was left untouched. This dedication made Pumbaa hard again.
Timon: Ah…! *COUGH COUGH* Ooof… *BBBBBBUUUUURRRRRUUUUUUUPPP*
Pumbaa: *huff huff* You okay, Timon?
Timon: *Cough cough* *BBBBBBBEEEEEEEEEEELLLEEEEEEECCCH* Oh… Oh, yeah… *BBBBUUURRRRUUUP* Just trying to show you how a queen roars! What about you?
Pumbaa: *huff* Damn, and you’ve seen your kind do this to others?
Timon: *cough* All the time, I even had to help them out a few times.
Pumbaa: And you’ve been holding out on me!? *Chuckling*
Timon (Chuckling): Hey, at least you finally got to experience it!
Pumbaa: Oof. Thanks all the same, I do feel loads better. Let me see your mouth, please.
Timon walked up to Pumbaa. The warthog patted his friend’s back, making sure he let out any more cum burps in his face. He gave his best friend a little sloppy kiss.
Pumbaa: *smooch smooch* Oooo… *BBBBBEEEELLLLLLEEEECCCHHH*
Timon: *SSSNNNNIIIFFFFF* *cough cough* Ugh, sheesh! Okay, I think my mouth is wet enough!
Pumbaa (Chuckling): You know, Timon. You had me impressed the whole way through, I gotta repay you somehow. Hmmm…?
Pumbaa looked down to see that Timon’s cock was also throbbing around Pumbaa’s face. He leaned a little further and he could smell the precum coming from the tip. Timon could see where he’s going with this.
Timon: Did you want me to stick mine in your mouth?
Pumbaa: Would you be okay with that?
Timon climbed up to Pumbaa’s mouth and aimed his cock near his lips.
Timon: I mean it's fair that you do it to me, right? Let’s see if you learn any tricks from this.
And try he did, once Timon felt that huge slippery tongue wrapping around his cock, his body was already wanting Pumbaa to take him. He felt himself giving in, bending his body and gently pushing his cock in Pumbaa’s mouth. Pumbaa’s tongue explored every inch and every corner of his cock he would just shiver and have such a pleasing look in his eyes. His hips would move back and forth. Pumbaa was groning too from feeling this tiny cock pumping itself in his mouth. Pumbaa left his mouth half-open and let his tongue lick all around his cock. Timon had to hold onto his friend’s head to keep himself from falling. Timon felt his cock was ready to burst, it wasn't ready for Pumbaa’s huge wet tongue licking or just spreading his saliva around his cock! He felt his cock getting thin compared to Pumbaa’s thick tongue! He stood up and just grabbed his ears and went on full thrust!
Timon: Ahhhh!!! Oohhhhhh!!! Buddy, if Nala doesn’t like this tongue, then there’s something wrong with her! Ooooo!!!
Pumbaa held his mouth still and he let Timon shoot out his thick white cum, streaming down Pumbaa’s throat. All Pumbaa had to do was suck out the cum and then swallow it whole without spilling a drop. Timon just grinned and felt his body shivering until he felt his cum drying itself out. He let out a satisfying sound, and he felt his body sagging before he let go of Pumbaa’s ears and removed his cock. Pumbaa cupped his arms and let his best pal sit and relaxed himself on them. The two took a deep breath, collecting themselves.
Timon: Oooh… *huff huff* Man…
Pumbaa: Tell me about it. … Was my tongue that good?
Timon: I mean, dang Pumbaa. You say I’m holding out on you? Well I think you were holding out on me! I got to ask my family if I can bring you along. Seriously one lick of that tongue will make any horny animal beg for you!
Pumbaa felt a little pride in that statement. He looked at the picture of Nala that was still on the laptop. Pumbaa just thought about that hot masturbation, the daydream he had, and hearing Timon praising him. He started daydreaming again of Nala teasing his cock, wanting his tongue in her mouth while he gently rubs her clit. Timon looked over to see Pumbaa was going for another round with his hooves.
Timon: Hey, uh. Mind if I change the pic real quick?
Pumbaa handed Timon the laptop.
Timon: Let me see if I can find you a better pic of Nala to… Ooh! *Blushing*
Pumba looked over and he nudged at Timon. He found another picture of not just Nala looking into the viewers, but Shenzi pressing her breasts onto Nala’s and she’s also looking at the viewers. Timon and Pumbaa grinned at each other. Timon placed his hand on his cock.
Timon: You up for another round, big guy?
Pumbaa: I’m more than ‘up’ for it. What about you?
Timon: Let me just set the laptop down. … And let’s see who can cum first after the last round. It’s time for a little daydream of my own.
Timon set the laptop down and the friends got to work, already having their daydream in their heads. Timon could feel Pumbaa’s tummy gurgling, pressing out a fart, he just let that smell linger inside his nostrils and felt his cock getting erect. The boys were focused on Nala’s and Shenzi’s lips and how close they were to each other. He was caught off guard when Pumbaa pulled his lips over for a wet kiss, but the wet tongue made him kiss Pumbaa back and he felt his hoof patting his back.
Timon: Mmmm… *BBBBBBUUUUURRRRRUUUUUPPP*
Pumbaa: *smooch* Ah… Sorry about that, I got caught in the moment.
Timon: It’s alright, we got nothing to hide at this point. Let’s just look at the ladies.
The boys felt their hands increasing the speed, they felt the tip of their cocks getting wet, going up and down on their hard cocks. They felt a sexual desire seeing those ladies looking at them, how they wanted to please them if they were here, giving them every drop of their cum on their bodies. They were actually putting all the focus onto them. Timon was picturing himself on the ground with Shenzi teasing his body by gently licking his fur, giving him her big sloppy tongue. Pumbaa was picturing himself facesitting Nala, as the filthy lioness was rimming that bitter-tasting anus, pushing some massive farts out into her mouth, as she lewdly snorted them, and spanks him for more. He groans to himself when he pictures Nala roaring nonstop from his long tongue licking around her clit and inside her pussy. Timon also imagines Shenzi offering her pussy down blow, spreading it and letting her musky scent linger around his nose as Shenzi tells him to masturbate to it. Looking at the picture, the boys also daydream that the girls were putting on a show, teasing them to come join them. They picture Nala and Shenzi kissing each other, showing their tongues out in the open as they lick and they grab them to suck on. Feeling those breasts squeezing each other, and their firm nipples pressing and rubbing each other as they rub and touch everything on their body, from their bellies, to backs, to their pussies. They could feel the girls licking and sucking each other’s breasts as they kneel down and sniff their musky scent on their pussy before they started teasing them, licking their clits, rubbing their pussy lips before fingering each other. The boys would go nuts seeing the girls having a  wonderful time, tribbing each other until the boys couldn’t take it any more and they joined in on the fun. The boys just let out a pleasant moan, thinking about that offering and what they might do if that was to happen, feeling the girls deepthroating their cocks and the boys feasting on their pussies. Their cocks were full on erect and throbbing with each stroke. Their fingers rub their piss slit to feel their precum oozing out, they fondled their balls and felt them getting full. Suddenly, Pumbaa saw Timon standing up on his arm and let out a loud pleasant grunt and his thick cum just shot out of him like a cannon and it landed on the table, almost near the laptop.
Pumbaa: Ah, ah, ah, Oooh! OOOOO… AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
Pumbaa was next as Timon grinned seeing him still packing that thick bubbly cum out of his cock and landing on the laptop, almost coating the whole screen. Timon held his best friend as Pumbaa grunted the rest of his cum out until he felt his arm getting sore. Timon just held his friend’s shoulder until Pumbaa felt himself relaxing and he removed his hoof from his cock and rested it on the couch. Pumbaa held his shoulders wide, for Timon to lean his back on them as he used his hoof to gently rub his tummy.
Timon and Pumbaa: *huff huff huff*
Pumbaa: Ooof… *PPPFFFLLLT* Ahhh… Hey, Timon.
Timon: Hm?
Pumbaa: Thanks for cheering me up. I feel ‘loads’ better now.
Timon (Chuckling): Well I think you just gave your loads to that poor laptop!
Timon and Pumbaa: *Laughing*
Pumbaa: I’ve also been thinking. I think the other reason I’m having no luck with the ladies is because I’m also shy about myself. Maybe if I just put myself out there more, then maybe you’re right, maybe I do have a chance with someone out there.
Timon: That’s the spirit, my old friend! I promise I’ll try to convince my friends to let you join us on your adventures. We’ll find you the perfect girl out there somewhere.
Pumbaa: Thanks, but at the same time. I’m alright if I don’t find anybody. I still got my best friend in the world right here, and I got Simba and Nala and a couple of other friends. So right now I just want to worry about you guys and worry about me. Afterall, hakuna matata, right?
Timon (Chuckling): Hakuna matata, my old friend.
They fist bumped each other before they called it a rest.