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Timon was practically pulling you by the scruff of your collar, overly eager to show you something. You recognized the greenery and the familiar scents that laid around but something was different. Something pungent messed with the otherwise clean and refreshing smells that laid around.

"Come on, what's so important that you had to drag me away from some primo fruit fresh off the vine?" You asked, not hiding the irritation.

"It's really important, I Swear!" He still wore the same overly excited smile since the moment he saw you and started pulling you across the pride lands.

"If its so important, why do you have to hold onto me like I'm a cub? Last time I checked, you're a bachelor who hangs out with his warthog of a friend." You know something wasn't right the moment you mentioned his piggy friend. The smile only brightened up, leaving the butterflies that was already at the bottom of your stomach to tighten up.

The forest seemed close around you, gently brushing against you as if trying to reassure you that everything was alright. The next steps forward would remove that however. From green to broken hard land, you step into the familiar rocky landscapes that you knew but in an area you were unfamiliar with. he knot forming in your stomach was telling you otherwise.

"Hey, we're here!" Timon yelled, his already shrieking voice digging deeper into year year than normally.

Hooves to pavement, someone from behind the many large stones laying around catches your attention. You rear back, ready to either fight back or run depending on how big the threat is. Timon just laughed and slapped you on the back, just hard enough to knock you out of position. A big brownish red familiar warthog bounced into view, smiling.

"TIMON!" Pumbaa practically tackled the meerkat, avoiding you in the process. Just getting a few inches close to the pig assaulted your senses with his aroma. Even in the wild, he could make a stink bug pass out.

"Told ya I'd bring someone here! Now you ready to have some fun?"

"Yeah yeah yeah yeah!" The plump pig panted out. The fear and doubt you had somewhat faded. It's Timon and Pumbaa, so what was the real worry here? Strong smell aside of course. They did go to the trouble of bringing you all the way out here so why not see things through? You take a seat on the hot ground, letting your tired legs take a well deserved break.

"So guys," you speak, catching their attention. "What did you want to show me?"

Pumbaa stands before you, beaming with the same smile Timon was showing you the whole trip. Timon moved behind him, doing something. You weren't sure. All you could tell was there was movement going on but not much else. You repeat your question with your only answer being some somewhat concerning chuckles from the pair. Pumbaa continues looking at you, the smile turning from big and friendly to something... Different.

You start to shift around, trying to look anywhere but in his eyes. But no matter where you look, you catch his golden yellow eyes looking right at you. You try to listen around for something to try and catch your attention. The sizzling sun, the distant water dripping from the forest. Not much to go on unfortunately.

Smell was right out the door for a subject. A pig with a smell reputation and a hot sun was a poor combination. A normal pig would be one thing but Pumbaa was renown for one animal to avoid and it was apparent why. The sweat coming off him was almost making it hard to breath.

"Alright, you read?" Pumbaa spoke up, leering at you. The look and expression left you feeling as if you had to cover yourself. You were about to ask why but he sat down and your eyes catch something you otherwise couldn't or wouldn't miss.

Like some kind of twisted tree, stood a mammalian cock that left your mouth agape. On size alone, it was close to Timon in size. Maybe even just as thick! The shaft was a bright vibrant pink, standing out from the dark brown sheath it called home. Veins pulsating with life and by the way it twitched it wasn't done growing. The heft on it was apparent as it leaned over to one side, barely able to handle its own weight.

It didn't curl or twist like you heard most pigs privates did. It was straight, almost all the way to the tip. It almost seemed to twist around itself like one big vein, ending in a sharp tip. Your eyes travel down to see the largest set of balls you'd seen. If you were a true predator of the jungle, those would look like the second best meats to devour. As big as stones that could fit in your palms and easily fill your mouth with just one. They sunk to the ground, as if they were weighing down the warthog.

He was built for mating.

You could only stare at the disgusting appendage, wishing you'd listen to the feeling in your guts earlier. It twitched like worm, the tip seeping with what you could imagine was the his jizz. It glistened like fresh out of the water and you could tell it was sticky to the touch. It didn't take much thought to imagine why it was like that. Warthog's aren't known for being the cleanest animals around. Especially one known for smelling like a bunch of rotten stink bugs

"Speechless aren't ya?" Timon finally broke the silence of your gawking. He grasped the fat tube, waving it around with some minor difficulty. "You should see how much my big friend here can let loose! One shot and you're hooked!"

You tried to say something. About the absolute disgust you felt about the malformed cock. About how alien it was compared to anything, especially yourself. How you wanted to get up and start running away from the horrible situation.

But the second you opened your mouth, you realized too late.

Like a juicy ripe fruit, your mouth filled up the most intense smell you'd imagine. Your eyes practically watered as your sense of taste was overwhelmed by flavor alone. You barely caught yourself from falling over, choking on the pungent scent of the beast before you.

"I had Pumbaa here sit out in the sun, get nice and sweaty! Cause if I do this here..." Through watery eyes, you watch Timon pull a loose layer of skin from the monster sized pig's sheath. The smell hit you like a rampaging elephant! Sweat, musk, and whatever filth you could imagine, condensed and filled the air like a giant splash of water. Your mouth began to water, trying to get the offending flavor out of your mouth but it was useless.

"You taste it right?!" Timon was ecstatic at your reaction. "Breath it in... Let yourself soak it in!" He let go of the loose skin and backed away, allowing Pumbaa to stand up, cock slapping his stomach.

You crawled back, trying to get away. Your heart was beating like the cornered animal you are, unable to protect yourself from what was gonna happen.

"Shhh... Don't be scared... You're gonna love it..." Pumbaa's voice dropped to a deep, slow rhythm.

One step forward and your stomach turned. The smell grew in intensity, invading every sense, even touch. Like a thick fog that surrounded you. The sweat, stank and space invasive pig practically stood over you, cock only inches away from touch your bare skin.

All you could do is pray that things would be over quick.

But even if things did go that way, your life is over. You'd be marked as his property. Everywhere you go, you'd reek like the pig who is about to take you.

You'd be his personal sow, for as long as you roam the lands.

Welcome to your new fate...

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Pumbaa trotted over to you slowly, making you wait and forced to surrender to the majesty of his musky cock coming to you. Tired from the long trek over to the secluded area, your legs refused to listen to the alarms that had long since gone off in your head.

"Why don't you get to work there, pal?" Pumbaa's happy go lucky voice came off as threatening as he stood over you, blocking the sun. You're eyes water and nose curled from the direct source of the intense musk. The massive balls ticked your chin as the elephant trunk thick meat hung over your face. It radiated a heat that could replace the sun that was just on your face moments ago.

With no choice or way to escape, you did as you were told.You closed your eyes and gave the cock a bold lick across the shaft.

Male.

Pure, unwashed, rancid musk of an eager male.

The first lick alone was almost enough to knock the senses out of our mind. You had to hold back a gagging sound from the taste that lingered on your tongue just after one tentative lick. The dense musk around you didn't help either, leaving you no literal breathing room.

"You're not done down there buddy. Not even close!"

Pumbaa turned around, still hovering over you. He raised himself high enough to where his cock could point down at your lips. White seed was already spilling out, dripping onto your face. You know you can't run and trying to would upset a very horny warthog with two big tusks. With a loud gulp, you open your mouth and feel the breeders cock invade your mouth.

The smell, the taste, the texture, the sensations... Everything was maximized what felt like a hundred times over. Pumbaa didn't bother even trying to speak, words only turning into loud pig squeals as he fitted your throat for his personal cock use. He was rough. Brutal even. Spreading open your throat with deep strokes that never eased up. He gave you no breaks, filling your ears with the sound of his cock making your throat and stomach its new home away from the home of his dirty sheath. In the back of your mind, you were just happy you didn't eat anything.

The rancid pig's juicy and sweat soaked balls crushed your nose as he brought his full weight down on your face. Your vision was beginning to wane from the lack of real oxygen. The only times you had the chance to breath was whenever the fat meat orbs weren't crushing your face and nose for only a few precious seconds. When you could breath, you'd be forced to sniff the putrid, male scented, muggy air. Or worse, you'd be forced to breath in the back end of the excited warthog's hole, involuntary trying not to pass out from the mind blowing scent. But every crash down would knock the air out of you, forcing you to take the fastest breaths you could, huffing the twitching hole.

Your throat clenched and squeezed the piggy cock, trying to accommodate its girth and push it out. The tip scratched at the lowest part of your throat, almost to what felt like the top of your stomach. Pumbaa began to slow down become a lot more gentle. You were thankful, getting a chance to fill your lungs, even with the aroma of the filthy pig.

That was until you noticed he was throbbing.

Every thrust became slower and smoother while the throbbing grew stronger.

"Here comes the big FINISH!" Timon yelled to the both of you. Pumbaa didn't bother replying as he slowly came to a halt, pulling out just enough for the tip to press against your tongue.

The most rich, boiling substance began to fire out and fill your mouth. Like a waterfall filling your open mouth, Pumbaa's thick essence pumped into you with the same velocity and quantity. The heavy cum filled your mouth and no matter how much you tried to swallow, more seed took its place. Your tiny stomach couldn't handle it and you could only let the seed soak your face and mark you as Pumbaa's property. You tried to swallow the mess that was left in your mouth but your stuffed stomach wouldn't allow it. All you could do was lazily turn to your side and allow the pungent seed to spill out of you. You coughed and wheezed all the while Pumbaa was laughing.

"Whew! Haven't gotten off that hard in a long time!" He nudged you back onto your back before once again standing over you. He brought himself down on you once again, but this time, forcing his rotund and plump ass on your cum soaked mouth. Grinding the twitching hole onto your mouth, all you could do was move your tongue around and rim the musky beast's hole.

"Get used to it pal!" Timon came into view, shaking off his own jizzed covered hand. "Once he's gotten started with you, you're not gonna be going anywhere for awhile. Make sure you work your tongue real good. He loves it when you get really deep in there."

The setting sun didn't mean the end of today's events for you.

Only the end to your days before you new life as Pumbaa's cock slave.