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"Hey, Timon?" Simba's lilting, high-pitched voice suddenly rang out through the open air of the Oasis, which was otherwise empty except for the lion cub and his current guardian, the lanky meerkat Timon.

"Yeah, kiddo?" Timon looked back only to see the chubby paw of the golden-furred cub waggling out in the direction of a strange, brightly colored flower. "What is that?" He asked, demandingly.

"Uh, a flower, kid," The meerkat just shrugged, rolling his eyes at the lion's inquisitive nature before he turned back to keep walking. No sooner than he'd taken a step forward than he suddenly felt a poke at his sensitive junk swinging between his legs. He felt the jinger prod of a single smooth claw tip pump into the soft sac of his balls. "What are_ those_?" Simba repeated, the same curious tone rolling off his tongue despite the target of the question being entirely different.

Before Timon could respond, the cub had leapt forward closer. His nose dove towards the ground, closer to the swinging twin orbs while his ass jutted up into the air with the whisp of his tail flicking around playfully. Once his face swam closer to the realm of the meerkat's crotch, the sudden wafting scent of thick, manly musky washed out into his sensitive feline nose.

"Woah! You need a bath!" He gasped, laughing aloud with the high-pitched squeaking laugh of a cub. Without hesitation, he shoved his nose closer and flicked his rough-surfaced tongue out in a stroking lick up the entire curved surface of one of Timon's heavy balls.

"Ack! Kid! Careful-"

Simba jumped back, eyes wide and confused. He blinked, head tilting to one side in the universal, "huh" expression. His tail hesitated in its twitchy motions, pausing mid-sway to free up in the air, curved like a question mark. The brown, fluffy end of his tail continued to twitch and flutter even as the rest of his tail froze. His eyes perked up, raising with curiousity as he waited for an explanation to this exchange.

"That's my junk!" Timon blurted, though Simba never really changed his expression with this meager bit of information. Instead, Simba's nose just started to sniffle and twitch in the air as he continued to breath in the rich, deep scent of musk. Every sniff made his face twitch, like he was mentally trying to analyze the smell and understand something.

"What's _that _mean?" Simba repeated, leaning his nose in closer to the smaller meerkat once again. The cold tip of his nose poked into the furry sides of Timon's balls and then nosing towards his sheath. He was still snuffling in the musky smell, intrigued by it. His nose started to poke and rub into the older male's sack. Timon shuddered, pulling away from the cold nub of the pinky nose. "Simba, hey. That's my junk. You can't poke it!" He gave a cough, trying to find the words to explain this concept simply to the young cub, but the nuzzling touches were distracting him.

He stammered once or twice, shuffling further away from Simba's nose, but the cub continues stalking after him. His tongue, the surface rough and texture, keep flickering out against his balls. Timon's nose curled up, a distasteful expression wrinkling up his face as the cub continued to stalk behind him, butt still hovering up in the air and nose down low between Timon's thighs so he could continue trying to bathe him.

Lapping repeatedly, Simba kept pawing at the meerkat's leg, trying to grab onto him and hold him still for the bath. His tongue's warmth and wetness smeared up the expanse of the adult's ballsac, swirling the short, velvety furs together as he continued to try and bath Timon against his muttered complaints.

Simba's furry, yellow-furred butt is still wriggling in the air. He started to get more and more excited, waggling his ass constantly as his tongue flicked and slurped up through the thin furs. The tip of his tongue was pressing into Timon's genitals harder, actually digging down through the layer of fur that encompassed each of the meerkat's comparitvely small pair of testicles so that his touch reached to the bare fur beneath, tickling along the base of each of the hairs.

Though Timon's lip was curled up, grossed out at the cub's actions, the tongue on his sensitive flesh was still starting to get to him. The tip of his cock started to twitch, emerging from the furry home of his sheath with each of Simba's insistent slurping. Instantly, the cub noticed this shiny, wet tip and sniffed. A fresh wave of curiousity hit him, drawing him up to lick over the edge of the meerkat's sheath towards his emerging dick.

"Simba! Simba!" Timon scolded, freezing the cub in place leaning down beneath him. "You need to stop. This is-is inappropriate." Timon stammered, trying to find a balance in his place of the adult figure, though he'd never really enjoyed taking this higher road. "You don't.... It's not normal to... People- Uh." He paused, taking a long breath before he could find cohesive words. "Those are my privates. They... are usually left alone." He winced, feeling a sting of awkwardness even as he tried to explain things to the innocent cub; but Simba's curiousity wasn't quenched by this.

"Why not? What's privates? Why are they called that? What are these?" His nose poked right into Timon's balls again, making the meerkat twitch slightly. "What's this? Why is it in there? Is it supposed to come out? Is it broken?" His nose shifted while his tongue slurped out again over the top of the Timon revealing pink tip.

"Slow down, kid. Slow down." Timon stumbled backwards, turning back to look right at the cub. "Just cut it out, okay?" He held up his hands, trying to thinking of what would get the cub to knock it off. "Knock it off or I'll be giving you a bath-"

"Ack! No!" Simba stuck out his tongue at the idea of such a thing, instantly bounding off in the opposite direction. Timon let out a long sigh of relief, happy to have dodged this line of curiousity, at least for now.

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"Woah! This sun is so bright today! It's the best! The Oasis hasn't been this nice in ages!" Simba chattered, bouncing alongside Timon as they headed the final stretch to once again reach the Oasis. Simba bounded ahead of the meerkat, leading the way after he'd memorized it the day before to reach the cool lakes of the Oasis. At the same time, his constant position in front and his feline tendency to wave his tail high above his head meant the meerkat was constantly staring at the cub's puckered tail hole and the swaying, jiggling sacks of his balls dangling around beneath. Timon just sighed, rolling his eyes at the cub's endless reserves of energy, but he agreed. The Oasis was in the perfect condition for an outing. The sun was a massive glowing orb high above, basking them all in golden warmth while the sparkling blue of the waters left a place to cool down and counteract the sensation of burning beneaths the sun's unwavering stare.

"We're here! We're here!' Simba shouted, gleefully throwing himself directly into the water while his guardian just shuffled instead over to one of the massive flat rocks on the side of the shore. He leaned himself back onto the heated surface, instantly letting out a long, sputtering sigh of delight. The heat instantly worked through his fur, settling down to the depths of his skin beneath. He reclined totally, kicking up his two small feet onto another stone and letting his head rest back onto the warm, gray surface of stone.

As Timon struggled to relax and let the long morning melt away, Simba did his best to ensure it couldn't happen at all. He dove into the water, throwing his entire body in sideways to create maximum height on every splash, howling with laughter and delight. "Ahhh! Victory is mine! I am King! I rule all that the water touches!" He shouted with glee, giggling madly to himself as he scrambled across the shoreline, bounding off of the hard surface of rocks to launch into the water, leaping over rocks from within the water like a leaping fish. "Timon! Timon! Look! I can fly!" - _Splassssshh! _

Timon let out a soft groan of displeasure at the noise. He just gave a small shake of his head and spread his arms out across the rock instead, relaxing out over the surface of the heated stone. "Mmm... Peace... I'm relaxing, I'm at peace. Utterly peace-" He murmured to himself, droning out the constantly splashing from the playing cub.

With his eyes totally closed, eyelids fluttering down to kiss to his cheeks until the world was entirely dark, Timon found a state of utter relaxation. All he felt was the sunshine toasting his fur on his chest down his legs and the gentle constant heat of the rock behind him. Distantly, far off towards the fringes of his mind, the meerkat can still hear Simba's gleeful playing in the water. The constant, plops of his feet hitting the water still echoed faintly in Timon's attention.

Then, suddenly, all the noise stopped. Timon's eyes were closed. Darkness embraced him like a warm hug. He felt the combined heat of the sun on his front, the rock on his back; it was totally quiet. "Ahh.... yes, this is bliss." He whispered to himself. For a full minute, Timon actually felt himself slipping towards the tempting possibility of sleeping; but then he startingly realized that silence was far from normal. "Wait!" He blurted. "Silence is bad! Where is that kid?" His eyes popped open, gaze lurching around the Oasis in search of the cub.

The spotted him in a tuft of golden fur on the opposite side of the shore. "What is he-" Timon's voice cut off, realizing with a groan that the cub had settled back against a rock with his furry sheath and ball jutting up in front of him, held between his two paws. His little nubby claws were rubbing along the sides of his sheath, pawing at himself with glee. His eyes were turned downwards, peering down right at his own crotch, relishing the sight of the bright red tip peeking out from the furry sheath that he grappled at so excitedly.

"Oh!" Timon gasped, rolling his eyes. "Obviously, yesterday's interest wasn't a one time thing!" He shook his head side to side, letting out a long, begruding sigh. "He's just going to keep getting into all sorts of trouble if I don't do something..." He stood, sighing as he left the warmth of his sun-tanning stone and headed across to Simba.

"Hey! Simba! What do you think you're doin'?" He demanded, standing in front of the coiled cub. Simba paused from a long sniff of his stomach where musk was starting to rub off from his crotch into the fur. His eyes perked up at the sight of his beloved meerkat guardian and he instantly broke into a wide, toothy grin. "Well! I was splashing and playing, and I hit this! And I realized, I can tickle myself! Cool, huh? I can't tickle myself anywhere else but I can here!~" He giggled, gleefully rubbing his paws along his sheath to produce the tickling sensation.

Timon sucked in a long breath. "I don't want to do this..." He thought to himself, but everytime he looked down at Simba he knew that the insistent, curious cub would not stop this unless he was given some explanation about what was causing this unique experience. "Okay, kid-" he quipped, grabbing the feline's attention.

"You wanna know why it's tickly there? I'll teach ya-" Timon stated, stamping his feet down with a wiggle into the dirt.

"Oh, boy!" Simba laughing, writhing in place with delight which only further flopped his balls and sheath around. Timon couldn't help but curl his lip up with slightly disgust at the idea of man-handling his charge like this, but he knew there wasn't a quicker, more effective way of taking care of his curiousity. The meerkat rolled his shoulders back with a final shudder before he reached out, grabbing for Simba's thighs and pushing them open entirely so he can see all of the young cub's junk laid out before him. The hefty, tight little pair of balls dangling in between golden-furred legs with his furry, tan sheath sitting between, jutting upwards to proudly display the hot red tip of his cock. The meerkat's height put him much shorter than the propped up cub, meaning his face looked squarely at the cub's stomach with his sheath hovering beneath and balls only a tad lower.

"Here goes-" He muttered, thrusting a hand out. He pressed his palm right into the furry, soft side of the cub's sheath before his fingers curled, on by one, around the girth of the holding sack. Then, he gave a testing squeeze. The cub mewled out softly, eyes going wide at the sensation of someone other than himself touching the sensitive expanse of his genitals. Simba continued to writhe against the rock, squirming his hips around as Timon started to work his hands down through the velveteen fuzz. He had to use both of his smaller hands together to fit around Simba's furry sheath, though with each of the soft, rubbing pumps along his sheath started to ease the red tip of his cock out further.

"This is your sheath-" Timon explained, squeezing around the soft, fuzzy sac. He wiggled his fingers around, pumping the soft skin of the sheath up and down along the length of his cock, using it like a sleeve to work around him. "This protects your penis-" When he looked up, he realized this word didn't trigger any amount of recognition in the young cub's eyes.

"Your penis is hidden inside here-" Timon continued, reaching his fingers up to curl around the exposed red, pointed tip of the feline's cock that protruded just slightly from within the furry sheath. His small hand started to push forward, sliding past the first inch of the furry sheath until the skin actually squeezed around his hand so that he slowly inserted himself deeper and deeper into the sheath of flesh.

The further his hand sunk down into the sack of skin, the more Simba started to twitch and mewl. Timon's soft, small fingers were caressing down his entire length, sneaking deeper and deeper into the clench of his sheath. Timon's lip was still curled up with a distasteful grimace at the sensation of the young cub's slick, wet cock inside his fuzzed sheath.

His fingers squeezed tighter, starting to pump until he began to grow out from the sheath. The tip sunk out further and further, revealing the entire length of his bright red, hot cock. Timon could feel the heat of the cub's cock in his hand, the surface of it practically burning with body heat radiating off from the surface and into the palm of his hand. The touch on his bare cock, a new and alien sensation to the young cub, was quickly adding to his hyper active motions. His hips were shivering, bucking forward so that his shaft would pump in and out of Timon's much smaller hand and glide his furred fingers to jerk off the cub.

"Ack! Kid!" Timon scolded, pushing the cub back into the rock with one hand, grabbing onto his soft furry thigh to do so while his other hand moved down to the cub's ballsack swinging beneath. His fingertips tickled through the short, stubby furs that covered their surface. "These are your balls." He cupped his hand beneath them, rolling them across his fingers slightly. "As you can probably feel, they are very sensitive."

"Hehe! That tickles!" Simba blurted, humping forward into Timon again, this time rubbing his cock into the small guardian's arm, relishing in how the fur of the meerkat's body stroked along his bare, fleshy cock. "You're getting yourself rather excited, that's why your penis is emerging from the sheath-" Timon moved his hand again, pointing out the length of cock that now jutted out, though some of it still hide just inside the sheath which he pushed his fingers down into. "Just another inch or so and you'll be entirely out." His fingers, stretching out within the deepest region of the young cub's sheath, gave a testing squeeze of the young penis. It pulsed in response, schlucking forward so that all it took was a nudge to hook the sheath at the base of his cock, letting him bob out freely.

"It feels so hot-" Simba muttered, rubbing himself onto Timon's hands no matter how the meerkat tried to dodge the glistening red length. Eventually, he gave in and grabbed onto it, so at least the scent of musk would be limited to his palms and not the entire upper half of his body for the cub's eager humping. Timon rolled his eyes, sputtering out a tired exhale but he continued with his lesson. With one hand still holding onto the cub's shaft, trying to keep control of him, his other paw started to pet over the rest of the young furball's body. His slipped his touch up the lion's stomach, petting through those soft and wispy furs. "I'm assuming you've learned your other anatomy at least? Your stomach, your chest..." He groped over the soft flesh of the cub's underside for a moment before moving up and around to sweep down his back instead towards his rapidly jerking hips.

Pre-cum had started to leak from the pointed tip of the feline's cock, soaking into Timon's palm as he grimaced at it with obvious distaste. Yet, his duties urged him onwards so instead of yanking away, he used one finger to scoop up a glob of the liquidly leakage and held it up. "That's pre-cum."

"Precum is produced when you're aroused, it's there to act as lubrication for when you then have sex. It's produced by your body to act as a natural substance to provide some slipperyness to your penis-"

"Why would I want that?" Simba blurted, still humping at the meerkat fiendishly and starting to actually dribble quite a mess over his watcher's fingers and wrist.

"It's for sex."

"Tell me about it!" Simba instantly responding, constantly questioning. All he wanted was more, more, more information on anything and everything. Timon instantly groaned in response, but he nodded his head. "Sex is how babies are made. It's also called "mating."

Simba's lip instantly curled up with disgust. "Ewww! Babies!? Babies are gross!?" The cub started to bounce around, even as Timon continued to pump his hand along the cub's cock. He had it entirely worked out, freed from the furry sack of his sheath now and instead free to slid into Timon's hand. The small fingers of the meerkat stroked around every inch of the cub's cock with specific squeezes down the entire length, slowly making their way from base to tip and back down again while precum leaked out into his grasp.

With building pressure in his groin, the cub was starting to squirm more and more with each passing second. His legs were bopping side by side with his tail flicking in between his thighs. "You're still growing up, moving into puberty-"

"What's that?" Simba interupted, always wanting to know more.

"Puberty is when you change from a cub to an adult. You'll start to get hairier-" Timon pressed his hand into the cub, massaging his palm against the hairless mound of the young cub crotch. His fingers started to rub harder and harder, pushing into the sensitive flesh, currently just a fuzz covered strip of bare skin. The cub squirmed back in response, but he had no where to escape to with him back flush to the hard wall of stone.

"Hairer? I'm already covered in fur! Timon! That doesn't make any sense!" The cub laughed, a barking giggle escaping his muzzle. "You're stupid!"

"No, you'll grow a little bush of fluff right here, all tangly and curly."

"Ewwww! That's gross! I don't want _that." _Simba whined out, shaking his head around.

Timon just shook his head, rolling his eyes. "then you'll want to have sex. You'll want to jerk off-"

"Jerk off, what's that?"

"Jerking off is what I'm doing now, but when you do it to yourself-"

"Why would I do that? This feels funny!" The cub was starting to quiver. His hips were moving of their own accord, writhing side to side with building tension in his groin from the steady, unwavering attention on his cock from Timon's stroking, slender fingertips.

"You'll definetely want to-" The cub gave a sudden jolt, bucking his hips hard as the pressure in his groin suddenly became too much. He let out a strangled sound of confusied pelasure as he verged on the edge of cumming. "Eeee! Aiii! W-what's happening? What are you doing?" He hollered before his orgasm actual hit him. His cock began to twitch like mad. The small rod of pink flesh began to bounce bob in place as the cub's entire body also shuddered. His legs bounced around, the thighs jiggling as his teeth suddenly barred and he gave a loud hiss.

Then, his cock gave a spurt of a single, stringey line of cum. It streamed out, landing right over top of Timon's entire fist and instantly oozing into the cracks of his fingers and joints so that every square centimeter of his hand felt sticky and gross.

"Uh-" Timon coughed, grimacing at the sight of the off white cream atop his hand. Simba, on the other hand, marveled at it with a look mixed of amazement and disgust. "What is that?" He muttered, eyes staring while his mind shifted between a grimace and an O of wonderment.

"That's cum, jizz, semen..." Timon listed, wriggling it around in his fingers. "That's what comes out when you have an orgasm."

"That's what happened to me?" Simba asked, hips starting to bounce again. Now that he'd had a taste, his body was starting to warm up for a second sample of his first glimpse of orgasm. He began to buck, hard, into Timon's hands, actually forcing the squeezing, clamped fingers of his fist open so that he could fuck agaisnt his palm where the smooth, faintly rubbery pad massaged along the flesh of his young cock.

"Yup-" Timon gave a scoff, turning around and holding his hand out in front of him like it had been soiled as he plodded towards the water's edge. "Gotta get this junk off of me-" He muttered, bending down to the shoreline of the pool to dip his palm in.

Suddenly, Simba lept up behind him and onto his back. He let out a howling roar, "I wanan see what more of this is like!" He blurted, thrusting his hips madly into Timon's thighs as he crushed his guardian into the ground.

"What? Kid? Get off of me!?" Timon shouted out, squirming beneath the cub, but even younger the cub was still bigger and stronger than him and kept him squashed down beneath him. Timon kicked his legs, trying to tumble Simba off, but the cub just gave a little merowl and gave another bounce of his hips forward. His cock was jutting out in front of him, rubbing and smearing into the soft fur that covered Timon's thighs.

The meerkat gave another growl, reaching back behind him blindly grabbing for the lion cub's cock. His hand slipped down the slimey length to where his sheath was bunching at the base and pushed down into it, as though trying to push the boy backwards off of him using his cock and sheath as a handhold. The sheath layered atop each bunching roll as it was forced down to the very base of his cock, flattened beneath Timon's hand.

From behind, one could see that all of the shivering from Simba's entiore body was shaking his furry balls between his thighs. They hung jutting out beneath his tail, each of them covered in a thin layer of velvety fuzz. Zooming in, closing in between his two thighs, his cock jutted out from within the grip of the meerkat's squirming, squeezing fingers. His cock was bright pink compared to the yellowed fur of his body, slender leading up to the pointed, narrowing tip where the barbs began to jut out from the flesh with their whites tips slightly hooked, ready to grab onto the tender insides of wherever the cub managed to thrust himself. Timon could feel the barbs, lightly grabbing at his fur as the cub squirmed, but he pushed past them to grip where the flesh was smoothest at the bare base.

The cub twitched, whimpering out at this pressure that the grip put onto him. He whined out, writhing like mad against the meerkat's back. "What are you doing. Stawp that! Stawp!" He complained, but Timon didn't hesitate. He just kept forcing that collection of folds of furred skin down harder to the very bottom of Simba's cock until the cub gave a muffled cry and sent another sticky stream into Timon's butt cheeks, musing the fur. The cub only had to take a single huff inwards as a break before seconds later, he was already squirming once again for more.

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"Simba! Simba!" Timon let out a loud reprimanding call, but nothing seemed to even bless the young cub's ears. Instead, he was just thrusting madly into the furry mounds of the meerkat's ass, searching for a welcoming hole. His hips were thrusting madly, bucking without focus or understanding. Timon had been dozing again, laying back against the rock when Simba suddenly leapt on top of him, throwing his soft, young body over top of the smaller adult and starting to ram his hips forward.

Some instinctual, natural desire drove him forward, showing his rock hard red cock forward into the fur of Timon's thighs, nudging beneath his tail and searching for the tight pucker of his asshole to get inside of him. Timon's body slipped down beneath the constant motion of the cub's body, rubbing into the dusty ground as the cub humped his cock alongside his asscheeks, searching for the hole hiding in between.

"Hey! Hey! Stop!" Timon demanded, but is words did nothing to stop Simba's pistoning hips. His whole body was lost into the rhythm his pounding. His paws swam over Timon's back, stepping onto him and pushing him down so he no longer squirmed out from beneath him, letting him get the tip of his cock against the tight hole of the meerkat's rump.

Timon's eyes went wide. He could feel the cub's hot cock, already slimey with precum oozing out from the tip as it pushed against the tight, unwelcoming hole. Then, with just another one of his bucking motions, Simba slammed himself forward. The muscles of the meerkat's ass clenched, trying to force the intruder out, but Simba just pushed him harder into the ground and forced himself in.

His balls swung forward, slapping into Timon's ass as his cock eased forward into the clenching heat of the other male's ass. "Oh! Oh! I think!" Simba gasped, panting and whimpering between words in an eager, excited voice. "I think! That! I understand! Sex! Now! This is great!" He gave a strangled noise, his young cock already starting to twitch madly.

"Simba! Simba! Stop! You're not listening to me!" Timon shouted, trying to grab ahold of his power once again, but the cub wasn't having it! He wasn't listening at all! Instead, his head was bent forward, nuzzling down into the back of the meerkat's furry neck as his cock began to pulse inside of him. His balls were smacking into him, harder as his motions got faster and faster and more needy.

Until, with a horrified howl from the meerkat below, the cub began to empty a spurting, gooey load into the small mammal's rump.

"Oooh! Nooo!" Timon holler, gasping out with a rush of embarrassed shame as the sudden wet, slapping sound of the cub's cum-soaked cock began to sound out from behind his ass. "Okay! Done! Right? You came. You're done!" Timon ushered, trying to push the cub off, but Simba just laughed, unable to even hear the meerkat as he kept pounding himself forward in an echoing chorus of wet, lewd squelching that could be heard distantly across the entire plain.