Timon and Pumbaa: Mr. Pig's Buffet
by tannim
May 12, 2016

	"Geeze, Pumbaa, you've got to take care of that thing, my eyes are waterin' here!"

	"You know I don't have fingers for washing and I can't reach it for licking, Timon."

	"Ung..."

	"Oh, hey, I think he's waking up!" A meerkat leaned into view. "How're you feeling, kid? Heck of a storm last night, wasn't it?  That branch on your back legs sure looks heavy."

	A large warthog's face replaced Timon's peering down. "There's so much mud I can't even make out what species he is.  You think he's another lion cub?"

	"Eh, could be.  I don't know what he is, but I know what he could be?"

	Pumbaa plopped his rump heavily on the ground with a groan, making the muddy cub crinkle his muzzle at the rank musky stench that wafted from him. "What's that?"

	"He could be the answer to our problems.  Specifically YOUR problem and MY problem having to deal with your problem." Timon tapped the boy's head lightly as he leaned back into view. "Say, you wouldn't be hungry, would you?"

	"Uh huh..."

	"GOOD! Then have we got a treat for you! Sit up, Pumbaa." Timon bowed and gestured to his boar friend as the pig pushed himself up as high as he could with just his forelegs.

	The position gave their companion a very good view of Pumbaa's heavy testicles and the long fleshy sheath sticking up along his groin just above them.  They were all mud spattered and somewhat hairy and with the flesh more exposed, the overpowering musky odor drowned out the stench of sweat.  The meerkat made his own disgusted face at the scent and ignored his watering eyes as he showed off the goods.

	With Timon standing next to it, the boy could see Pumbaa's sheath was almost as tall and almost as thick.  Each of the boar's testicles was larger than Timon's head and shoulders combined.  The meerkat had his eyes half closed to keep them from watering so badly as he kept going.

	"An all you can eat pig," He winced at an angry snort and loud effluent rumble behind him, "sorry! An all you can eat MISTER Pig buffet right here." Timon looked up nervously at Pumbaa, who simply nodded, then continued on with a look of relief. "Phew.  Sure it stinks, but hey, it's better than starving, isn't it?"

	Still able to smell the boar's long unwashed musk and newly added flatulence, the boy shook his head. "Uh uh!"

	"Hey, what's with that narrowing of the eyes, kid? It's not THAT bad." Timon's eye twitched. "Ok, so it's that bad, but look."

	He grabbed his friend's sheath at the tip and tugged at it.  Timon pulled hard and had to ask the boar to lower himself down a bit so he could get a better angle before he managed to peel Pumbaa's soft overly fragrant prepuce down.  Pumbaa's exposed cork screw tip spurted a stream of pre half as wide as Timon's arm as soon as it was exposed and fluid leaked out around the bottom of the boar's sheath as more of his cock was exposed.  It wasn't erect yet, but it was thickening now that something had touched him there and the odor of musk and poor washing made the boy watching them try to back up against the branch pinning him to the ground.

	There were white streaks along the lower shaft where semen hadn't been cleaned away.  Swollen veins throbbed visibly from root to tip.  With Timon still trying to finish peeling it all the way back, those veins bulged more fully and his penis grew longer and fuller quickly.  As it grew, the corkscrew on the end twisted and swung.  The very tip flicked up and down as though it were alive on its own.  Another spurt of pre shot out over to dampen their special new mud covered companion.

	"Aw, don't tell me you're scared of him." Pumbaa watched the boy keep squirming and smiled down at his throbbing, swaying, and very much leaking erection. "I think he likes you.  It likes anybody since it hasn't gotten to be played with for a while."

	"Well, he better like him, because I can't take this monster anymore and Simba's long gone." Timon sniffed his hands when he had the boar's sheath all the way down and made a face at the stench. "Phew, yeah, this needs to be dealt with TODAY! And what have you been eating to get it this big?! It's as big as I am! You weren't so big with Simba!"

	"Same bugs you have been, Timon, and I notice you're a fair bit larger than you used to be, too."

	"Yeah... maybe.  But not THIS big.  Ung... You ready kid?" Timon crouched down face to face with the young whatever he was. "You can stop trying to back up now, that branch isn't going anywhere.  THIS branch," the meerkat turned and lay out along the ground to grab and pull Pumbaa's sheath open wide at the root, "on the other hand, is going right into your mouth.  So get it open and I can finally stop having to smell the thing."

	"Aw, you said it smelled nice yesterday."

	"Yesterday was before you fell in that, whatever it was that I won't let myself remember."

	"Oh, right, the wildebeast puddle.  She LOOKED fun and I haven't had anything to stick it in for more than a week now!"

	"Shut UP, Pumbaa and stick it in him already.  For the love of Simba, STICK IT IN!"

	Another spurt of Pre shot out of Pumbaa's constantly pulsing corkscrew.  He licked his snout and pushed himself up.  Timon hurried out of the way before his cock could swing around and smack him aside but their captive audience couldn't do that.  He could only stare between the boar's legs as Pumbaa stepped over him until his cock poked against the little one's suddenly tightly shut lips.

	"Aw, he won't open up, Timon!" Pumbaa stamped a hoof down angrily. "But after all that waiting I'm afraid I can't take no, kid." He thrust harder against the tightly closed and squealing muzzle. "I'm sorry, but you ARE taking it."

	Timon hurried over and pushed his excessively fragrant hand to the side of the boy's filthy muzzle.  A little wiggling of his fingers at the muzzle seam there and he managed to slip it in.  The moment he wiped Pumbaa's muck off onto the cub's tongue, there was a mad scrabbling with both front paws and his mouth opened to try and spit it out.  Timon jerked his arm out of the way as his friend's cock stabbed roughly in.

	Timon slapped Pumbaa's butt. "Hey, careful, big guy. You almost squished me against him!"

	There was no answer from the boar.  He had his tip in, but while the cub was almost as big as Simba had been when they'd first met him, he was still too small to hold the whole thing.  Only the first two inches of Pumbaa's oversized corkscrew cock fit into his muzzle before the wiggly squirting tip poked into the boy's throat.  The pig's stench, taste, and texture, made their unwilling lover's throat and mouth lock down hard to keep him out.

	Pumbaa pulled out, then hunched his hips violently to drive it back in.  It brought a choked gagging, but there was no progress forward.  He couldn't push even half the length of Timon's body worth of his shaft inside.

	"I can't get in... He's too tight, Timon! I need to get in!" Another stamping of hooves made Timon step back. "I NEED TO GET IN!"

	"Hey, take it easy, I'll help ya... anything to get that stench down." The meerkat peered at their little muddy friend, still muttering to himself. "Smells like all the lionesses in the hyena's special cave after we got rid of Scar... only with more... flatulence and nervousness."

	It tasted just as bad as it sounded to the cub.  Pumbaa's heavy pre had soaked around his dick inside his tight sheath for however long he'd been without.  Leftover semen, sweat, and sexual fluids from before that had steeped together with it.  With no washing and no air, the flavors condensed into a powerful clinging funk of musky, earthy, mushroomy tasting almost gel like coating with a deeply unpleasant salt and rot undertone.

	Their unwilling partner couldn't push it out with his tongue and only made himself both taste and smell it more strongly each time he tried.  The gross but growing worse flavor made his throat lock up painfully as nausea made him try to throw up to get it out.  Age and muzzle size made that tightness even more pronounced to Pumbaa with only just over a couple inches between teeth and back of throat even if Pumbaa's dick hadn't been slightly wider than the cub's jaws could open once past the more narrow cork screw tip.

	Timon hesitated while looking at it all.  It would be hard to force that thing in but he couldn't take his buddy like that anymore.  He could already tell that patience wasn't going to be an option.

	"Ok, Pumbaa... er... ah, I know.  I'll get a couple sticks to pry his... well, no, that won't help much.  Hey! Maybe... Wait, you aren't going to pull out and the sticks still won't work.  Oh, just ram it in some more and lets see what happens.  Sorry Kid, it's going in and there's nothing I can do about it.  Try to relax I guess.  Once he's in he probably won't last more than a few seconds... he rarely does."

	"Words can hurt, Timon!" The boar grunted in strain as he fought the little one's gag reflex. "I just get excited."

	"Yeah, well, it's a lucky thing that kid's not had anything to eat all day or he'd be drowning in it with you sticking it in like that.  You should see how much his throat is trying to ralph you back out."

	Another few grunts and Pumba's hind left hoof slipped. "Maybe if you help push."

	Timon sighed and trudged behind the boar.  Even as he pressed his shoulders to the pig's oversized scrotum he knew it was a mistake.  A long hissing sound came from above him and he winced.  A very big mistake.  At least that odor was familiar and ignorable, though, so he put his near inconsequential weight behind Pumbaa's next thrust.

	A high pitched mewl of agony came from a choked throat and Pumbaa yelled. "I felt it move!"

	Their unhappy trapped young lover tried to slash at the pig dick that had wedged itself deeper, but he couldn't get his little paws up high enough.  His throat fought to push out and close tighter at the same time, creating an agonizing pressure even without the mass forcing its way through.  He couldn't breath, but as nice as it was not to smell much of what was going in, it didn't stop him from tasting it and every bit that pushed in brought fresh foulness with it.

	RELAX AND LET IT IN, KID!" Timon sucked in another breath and gagged. "UGH! IT'LL BE DONE FASTER AND WE CAN BOTH GET FRESH AIR!"

	Pumbaa grunted and tried twisting his hips left and right with rapid smaller thrusts instead of long hard ones.  More of his corkscrew squirmed through the tightly clenched throat that way but even as that problem was solved a new one made itself known.  He felt teeth.

	"Timon... About that stick idea.  Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea.  His teeth feel kind of sharp!"

	Glad of any excuse to NOT be behind his friend, Timon peered under Pumbaa's oversized testicles and whistled. "Wow, not a lot of room at all.  Any further and those beauties are going to shred you.  I'll go get something to pry his jaws open wider or, uh, oh, maybe cover those teeth with something.  You should probably pull out to let him have a little air."

	"After all I did to get in?! Ok..." Pumbaa looked down at the loud sucking noise when he popped his dick out of the cub's throat.  He did not take it out of the boy's mouth, though. "You can take a breather.  Just use your tongue for now."

	A loud sobbing and coughing between sucking in air was the little one's only response.  He couldn't think enough to say anything with the odor and awful flavor lingering.  Timon was only a minute fetching sticks and he was still at it when the meerkat stuffed a thick one against his upper jaw.  The rough Y shape on the other end pushed against his lower jaw.

	Timon stuck his feet and hands into the boy's mouth to pry his jaws open as wide as he could.  Pumba helped by roughly ramming right back into the cub's throat.  The pain made their unhappy partner open wide on his own just long enough for Timon to jam the stick over his side teeth.  A few kicks locked it into place and a bigger one followed to force his jaws open wider still.  He quickly caked mud around the front teeth and stuck a tough leaf over that.

	"There... Now hurry up and finish already.  I need a BATH." Timon stepped away quickly.

	"Thank's Timon." Pumbaa had an easier time getting in the second attempt.

	His throbbing veins made his turgid cock look even bigger to the meerkat next to them.  The whole thing was pulsing like a snake and almost looked to move on its own before the boar even thrust as it sank in.  Mud obscured too much to see the boy's throat, but Timon thought he saw it bulge out against the ground once or twice when his friend pushed in and he may have.  Pumbaa was definitely making progress.

	It wasn't fast enough progress for his lover.  Tears were softening the mud over his face from the eye watering miasma wafting up from the boar's groin as much as the pain and awful flavor.  He'd managed to catch his breath somewhat before Timon had gotten the sticks but he was feeling it running out as the pig fought to sink every inch into him.  His jaws hurt from being held open so wide, but he hardly noticed that with all the rest.

	"Come on, Pumbaa, he can't be THAT tight.  Why aren't you in already?"

	"He can, erg... TOO be that tight and he is!" Pumbaa jerked his whole shaft out, ignoring the yelp and greedy sucking in of air, only to shove it back in a second later. "His throat grips so hard.  It's rather nice, but I want to get it all in.  NEED to get it all in."

	"Well, you're only a little past halfway now.  The teeth are really close, though." Timon leaned against his friend's erection and used his feet to try to force the jaw wider.  After a second he realized what he was touching, kicked the stick further up to lock it in place, and hopped away as quickly as he could. "Oh no... now it's all over me, Pumbaa!"

	"Maybe you could squeeze around the back of it and it'll sort of feel like it's in."

	"No way, uh uh.  Sorry Kid, you'll have to take it all yourself.  I'm not touching it any more than I have already, ugh not that I can really smell worse."

	The mud on their captive lover's cheeks steadily dissolved to show a hint of fur beneath from the tears streaming from his eyes.  He couldn't breath, but the odor trapped in his nostrils made that seem like a good thing despite how badly his lungs hurt from it.  Pumbaa hips kept violently jamming his cock in, but the shaft near the base had grown so thick it was barely moving each thrust.

	Pumbaa grunted loudly and scrabbled as his hooved feet slipped again.  His whole weight landed on the cub and popped his cock all the way back out from the whoosh of air that came up from those straining lungs.  When he pushed himself up, he stood huffing for a few seconds, then looked at Timon with lower lip trembling.

	Pumbaa looked down at the cub gasping for air in time to see another spurt of pre splatter him. "Oh PLEASE, Timon? I still need help pushing."

	Timon looked down at his already tainted fur, then sighed and trudged over to wrap both arms around his friend's huge boar cock. "Fine.  I guess it couldn't... oh PHEW... be that... bad. STICK IT BACK IN ALREADY, WILL YA?!

	Pumbaa clacked his front hooves together, then jammed it right into the cub's gaping for breath muzzle again. "Thanks, Timon.  You're a real friend!"

	Having broken the little one's throat open wider, going in again was easier until he got near the the last few inches again.  Pushing from the back, Timon had a perfect view of their muddy friend's eyes bulging wide in pain and disgust when another quarter inch forced his jaw open wider.  The sight made the meerkat feel bad, but the stench and Pumbaa's frustration made him ignore that to keep pushing.

	Timon slid back and forth as his grip on the slimy rancid smelling boar dick kept slipping, but his extra pushing did help.  Bit by bit, it sank in and he was glad it wasn't him licking that filth off.   By the time the boy's nose bumped against his chest, Timon was nauseous and close to throwing up just from the stink of it.  He had his eyes closed by then as they were watering too much for him to see and was glad of the excuse to let go some seconds later.

	The meerkat slapped Pumbaa's nuts roughly. "I don't think you're going to go in any furth..." The pig bucked wildly in surprise at the hard slap and sank in the last inch. "Ok, well, maybe if you thrust THAT hard it will."

	"That HURT, Timon!"

	"Ah, shaddup, you're in, aren't ya? Now get to it and finish already!"

	Pumbaa wiggled his hips in surprise at feeling their special friend's muzzle at his groin.  He didn't say anything, the delight with being fully inside someone at last was all he needed.  The feel of a living hole squeezing every inch of his cock pushed any thought out of his mind and he simply pulled out a little and thrust in just as he had been before.

	Under him, the cub clawed madly at the mud and air.  The pain was getting too much and Pumbaa's whole shaft moving in his throat only made it worse.  Even Pumbaa's awful flavor was pushed into the background by just having his jaw forced open so wide and violated.  The growing urge to throw up was pushing even that pain away.  Everything was growing blurry for him from lack of air and the stress of everything else.

	Pumbaa bucked as fast as he could with hard shallow thrusts.  The feeling was wonderful.  So different from when he'd been with Simba and far better than Timon's tiny body had managed for him.  A long trumpet blasted from under his tail and the pleasure erupted in his groin.  He drool and grinned.

	The boy was vaguely aware of the thrusting getting faster.  He was vaguely aware of Timon patting his cheek and saying something.  He was fully aware of the sudden swelling as Pumbaa came and the unpleasant pulses pushing his throat open just a hint wider repeatedly.  The pressure in his belly of the boar's semen spurting in brought little sparkles swimming in his blurry vision.  All those sparkles turned to bright eruptions when the semen filled his belly and flooded back up his throat to find its way into his lungs.

	The flood seemed to go on forever and everything was going black until Pumbaa finally finished and jerked his foul cock out.  The little one gasped and sucked in a loud quick oddly gurgling breath, then let out a loud cough and threw up.  He couldn't even get the breath he so desperately needed as his lungs had to be emptied first.

	Timon had the best view as the semen erupted from the cub's muzzle and he backed away almost in time to avoid being splattered by it.  He wiped some off his face and sighed but couldn't take his eyes off the still heaving boy.  How much had Pumbaa HAD in those balls?

	Pumba just sat back, and smiled in relief.  The afterglow was still buzzing in his head and groin while he watched.  He didn't think anything at all was wrong with seeing the little one spewing up his copious porcine semen or the way his eyes were rolling up.

	The boy fountained up semen for almost fifteen seconds before he had his lungs empty enough to suck in a ragged agonized breath.  He managed to suck in two more before his stomach rebelled and another spray of strongly musky smelling cum erupted out.  It burned his nostrils as the force of the second batch sent it out of those as well as his mouth.

	After ten seconds, Pumbaa stood up and trotted behind his little unwilling lover to look the log. "I guess we should kind of help him out since he helped us out, huh, Timon?"

	Unable to take his eyes away from the pints of semen spreading out under the boy, Timon agreed. "Sure, yeah... right.  How did that even FIT?"

	Pumba pressed his tusks under the branch and casually WRENCHED it up out of the mud with a jerk of his neck.  It flew up a few feet away to splat heavily back down.  He was in such a good mood he walked over to it and tossed it up in the air again a bit further away.

	Timon looked over for a second at the second splat. "Will you cut that out? Uh, hey, kid? You ok? Ralph, gurgle gurgle, yeah... not much of an answer.  I'm going to assume you're fine now.  Thanks for the help and uh... We'll just leave you something to eat, sort of all over around you now, if you get hungry.  Have to run, bye!" He ran to Pumbaa before their victim could recover. "Come on, lets get out of here and find a watering hole! My fur smells like something DIED in it!"

	Behind them, their little male friend managed to climb to his feet and stare after them.  He took a shaky step to follow them, but his legs gave out after such stress and he flopped down into the puddle of cooling pig cum.  The boy managed to lift his head one more time to see the pair running before it fell back down cheek first into the musky mix.  Hunger made him lick a little of it before he passed fully out.  He hurt, he stunk, and he couldn't speak, but at least he wasn't trapped under the branch.
