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"Hakuna Matata" Simba cried out as he leapt into the crystal-clear water pool at the centre of the oasis that was his new home. Timon and Pumbaa stood up on a higher lookout, staring down at the lion cub who, only hours ago was lying half dead under a hot desert sun and was now splashing around without a care in the world.

"I gotta say Pumbaa old pal, the kid's really embracing the whole Hakuna Matata philosophy, he's a natural slug slurping, bug belching, no worries natural" Timon said proudly to his best friend "I told ya it was a good idea to bring him into the fold".

Pumbaa nodded in agreement then pause as if he were going to say something but was interrupted by a sudden, violent rumble emanating from his stomach.

"Uh Timon" Pumbaa said nervously "what are we going to do about... that other thing?"

Timon turned to look up at the reddish warthog, "what other thing?" he asked and Pumbaa's response was another loud stomach grumble followed by a rude deep blast of foul-smelling noxious gas which filled the surrounding air.

"Oh, that thing" Timon smirked "what about it?"

"Well, we can't do... that... with Simba around can we?" Pumbaa asked awkwardly

Timon shrugged "you should have thought about that before you invited the kid to stay" and the tan coloured meerkat hopped up on to his buddy's back.

Pumbaa turned his head to look at Timon confused "But didn't you say..."

"Come on big guy" Timon interrupted "you're about ready to burst, if we hurry, we can finish before the kids finished with his swim"

Pumbaa hesitated for a second and then another loud gurgle and another blast of rank air escaped from his tailhole and realising his friend was right, he started off towards their secret place.

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Simba rose back to the surface after another deep dive, shaking the cool water out of his mane, after walking for who knows how long in the savanna without food or water, he was lucky to find this place and so grateful to Timon and Pumbaa for saving him. They were a weird duo but they were pretty fun and now more than ever, Simba could use some fun. Speaking of which, where were those two?

Simba swam to the shore and looked around calling out a few times as he had a wander around his new home, noting but green and colour everywhere he looked, quite a few bugs around, but given what his new diet would consist of that was probably a good thing, and so many flowers. Simba lent in to sniff one and as he inhaled, he smelt something else, something strong and putrid wafting through the trees. With a mix of disgust and curiosity, Simba made his way through the foliage, the rank smell getting stronger with every step.

Back at Pride Rock, the lions had an area away from where they slept and ate, where they could go whenever they needed to relieve themselves, Simba remembered, maybe Timon and Pumbaa had the same.

A noise came from the bushes to Simba's side and he poked his head through to see a large clearing, with a muddy floor, Pumbaa and Timon were standing in the middle. Judging by the smell, Simba had been right about what they used this area for, he was just about to take off, embarrassed that he had intruded until a new sound caught the lion's ear and he crouched down lower in the bushes and looked in at the two.

Pumbaa was standing with his ass up and his tail raised and Timon was standing directly behind him, with his face pressed into the warthog's ass, loudly inhaling, sniffing in great lungfuls of air with his nose against his friend's brown stained asshole.

"Damn pig" Timon moaned "I'd ask when the last time this thing was cleaned but we both know it wasn't since the last time we did this."

Timon lent forward and ran his tongue over the tight pucker, seeming to savour the taste as he rimmed his friend's dirty asshole.

Pumbaa lowered his head and squinted "Uhh, Timon..." he groaned and a long, incredibly boisterous fart blasted Timon directly in the face, a practical cloud of putrid gas surrounding the meerkat, soaking into his fur.

"Mmmm, I love the smell of Pumbaa in the morning" Timon said bathing in the rotten scent, "guess you're about ready to pop, time for me to do my job."

Timon raised his hand to his mouth and began licking it, coating his arm with saliva, he then brought the hand up to Pumbaa's dirty asshole and slid one finger at a time inside, until his entire paw was sliding in. Timon pushed forward inch my inch and Pumbaa moaned as his friend moved his arm around inside is fully packed anus, churning the hot, shit into soft mush inside his bowels, brown slop leaking out as Timon slid his now brown covered arm in and out of the warthog's ass.

"Uh, its coming" Pumbaa groaned and Timon slid his now brown coloured, shit smeared arm from his friends' hole, with a wet squelch. Timon squished the mushy shit between his fingers and took a whiff of the rank substance. By this point the meerkat's cock had well and truly risen and was now throbbing in anticipation of what was to come, reaching down with his shit covered hand, he took his red, stiff cock and stroked it, covering it with a layer of the warm brown mush.

"Well, what are you waiting for big guy" Timon said as he positioned himself directly in front of the floodgates about to open "go ahead and let it all out".

Pumbaa groaned and his asshole opened to reveal a pile of brown shit which blasted out of him with a vengeance, pouring out in a thick stream which hit the small meerkat square in the chest, washing over him and pouring down to cover his entire body in hot shit. It was a seemingly endless flood of odious scat which quickly built up into a pile around Timon, he fell back against the onslaught and allowed the filth to cover him completely as he wiggled his body into the mess, letting the rank scent sink into his fur, polluting it with a smell that would take days to get out. The entire clearing by this point was covered in a thick cloud of musky shit fumes and from his hiding place, the young lion cub could only watch as one of his two new best friends buried the other in a massive pile of disgusting shit. And yet they were both clearly enjoying it, Pumbaa was sighing in relief as he unloaded everything that he had been building up inside him and Timon was wallowing in the filth, ironically like a pig in mud. Simba didn't understand any of this, or why they were both enjoying it so much, or why he couldn't seem to take his eyes away from the scene.

Eventually, the stream of shit slowed to a stop, ending with a few rude sounding blasts of gas to top the large mound of shit which now reached almost as tall as Pumbaa himself. Timon wiggled his way to the top of the pile, no longer a light tan colour, now the rich earthy brown which matched perfectly to the mound of shit he was standing in.

Timon was still stroking his rock-hard cock with shit, seemingly he hadn't stopped throughout the entire experience and now Pumbaa was turning to face his friend with his mouth open and Timon tilted his head back and moaned as he shot a thick load of cum into his buddy's mouth, rope after rope landing on the pig's tongue and when he was finished, Pumbaa slurped the thick mouthful of fresh cum down with one gulp.

"Whew, not bad Pumbaa old pal, this one might even have beaten your last record size wise" Timon said appreciatively and he slid down the pile of shit, making his way through Pumbaa's legs to the fully erect cock and packed full balls between them. Timon wrapped the cock up in his arms and began to coat it with the fresh, warm shit in long thick strokes, turning his friends cock brown as he jacked him off "now let's take care of you and get cleaned up before the kid finishes his swim".

At the mention of him, Simba started to slowly step backwards away from the clearing and back to the pool without being seen. The lion cub had only made it a couple of steps though before his back paw caught on a branch which broke with an audible snap which caused both Pumbaa and Timon to lift their heads, catching sight of the orange fur between the leaves ahead of them.

"Uh oh" Pumbaa said as Simba, now undeniably caught, stepped out from hiding "I told you something like this might happen".

Timon rolled his eyes at his friend, and tried to conceal his own embarrassment at the situation, "I can see that, just let me do the talking and as Simba sulked awkwardly into the clearing Timon noticed something between the lion's legs and an idea popped into his mind.

"Sorry you had to see that kid" Timon said shrugging "ya see, we already told ya that the big guy here suffers from pretty bad gas, which pretty much drives away most other animals. The reason though is because Pumbaa's always had trouble... passing... like other animals"

"It's a medical condition" Pumbaa mumbled shamefully

"The point is" Timon continued "he used to go days at a time without any release, so since we became friends, I took it upon myself to assist my dear buddy with his excretions by stimulating the area and breaking down the waste material".

Simba considered, that kind of made sense, except... "then why were you letting him shit all over you?"

Timon waved away the question "its not so bad for me, I've got to stay used to the smell after all, no other animals are tough enough to handle it without fleeing or passing out".

Simba had to agree on that, the stench filling the clearing was overwhelming, but not wanting to come across as weak he just shrugged "It's not that bad".

Timon rolled his eyes and walked back over to Pumbaa's behind "please, from all the way over there it would smell like flowers compared to here at ground zero" and to illustrate his point Timon lifted up his friend's tail to reveal a brown covered black hole which was visibly radiating heat and stink "one sniff from the source and you'd be out cold or back in the desert in seconds".

"Would not" Simba retorted determined to show that he was just as tough as his new friends, and also slightly nervous that if he couldn't get used to this stink, that he might end up back on the open savanna.

Timon would never had done that of course, but he said nothing to dismay the young lion as he cautiously approached the putrid smelling ass pointing at him from the centre of the clearing.'

"Um Timon I'm not so sure that this is a good idea, don't you think we shoul... ooooh" Pumbaa's sentence trailed off as Timon slipped back between his legs and began sucking on the end of his still hard cock as he continued to stroke the base with soft warm shit.

Pumbaa sunk lower in pleasure given by his small friend, inadvertently raising his ass higher and lifting his tail fully so that his brown, shit covered ass trench and still gaping hole was on full display for the lion cub approaching. Simba exhaled as he approached, clearing the rank putrid air from his lungs as the source of all of the foul stink surrounding them was now directly in front of him. Simba considered easing himself into it slowly, but wasn't sure that he could stick it out, no, if he was going to stay here, there were some things he was going to have to get used to. Eating bugs had been one and being able to tolerate his new friends' odour was going to be another, so Simba closed his eyes, and with two sets of very horny eyes glued to him, lent his head forward, pressed his nose against Pumbaa's shit soaked tailhole and took a slow deep inhale.

It was overwhelming, that was simply the only word to describe the absolute, putrid, fowl, red hot shit stink which came directly from the source. Within a millisecond of opening his nostrils Simba wanted to sprint back across the desert, or just lay there and let unconsciousness take him, he needed to stop the smell immediately, but instead he just continued his long slow inhale, letting the gross stench fill him completely. When Simba couldn't inhale any more, he released, exhaling the stink and he felt compelled to puke, but he knew he couldn't Timon and Pumbaa were staring right at him, watching intently and he couldn't let on how accurate they were when they said he couldn't handle the smell.

So, Simba did the only logical thing he could think of, he pressed his nose back into Pumbaa's ass even deeper than before and took another great sniff of the stench, it was even stronger the second time but the lion cub didn't let up. He kept sucking in long slow huffs of the foul stench, not giving his body a second to react, using his paws to spread Pumbaa's ass cheeks, and grinding his nose in deeper and trying to suck up as much of the disgusting shit stench as he could.

Pumbaa moaned as Simba dug in deeper, rutting deep inside his shitty asshole like he was hunting for truffles. Meanwhile, Timon had taken the tip of his friends' cock into his mouth, he had coated the shaft in a thick layer of shit and was stroking it vigorously while slurping up the pre cum with was now gushing out of the warthog's cock with a vengeance. Under the continued onslaught Pumbaa couldn't hold back and with one final squeal, he flooded his best friends' mouth with wave after wave of hot thick cum.

Once his throat and mouth were full, Timon took a step back and allowed the remainder of the fresh warthog cum to coat his already filthy fur, smearing the creamy load into his face, body and cock until he had a nice coating of his friends cum to glaze his coating of still warm shit. While he was rubbing in the thick load of cum Timon swirled the hot mouthful of cum around, savouring the flavour and gulping it down into his stomach. Once Timon had finished his afternoon snack, he turned to the lion cub who was still buried in the pig's filthy asshole.

"Hey kid" Timon called up, but the lion seemed completely hypnotised by the smell he was desperately sucking in. Simba had already gotten used to the smell by now, but hadn't realised that he was now becoming addicted to it.

"Hey Kid!" Timon repeated, louder this time, which seemed to snap him out of his stink induced trance, and the young lion hesitantly removed his nose from the filthy ass cheeks, brown smears left on his face.

"Not bad kid, but ya left a bit of a mess behind" Timon said, gesturing to Pumbaa's ass which Simba saw now had a good coating of shit smeared all over covering the large reddish cheeks brown.

Simba looked down at the meerkat who was entirely coated with brown mush and warthog jizz "you're one to talk" the cub said smiling. Timon looked down at himself and couldn't argue, he started laughing which contagiously spread to all three until they were all bellowing with laughter while coated in filthy rank shit.

When the laughter eventually died down Simba was the first to speak. "Well, we should probably head back to wash up huh?" he asked somewhat reluctantly.

This time however, Pumbaa was the one to speak up, "No need, we can just hose each other off here" and with a smirk he lifted his hind leg and let loose a stream of hot piss which hit Timon square in the face

Spluttering against the heavy stream Timon choaked out "you could have given me some warning bud" but nevertheless Timon grinned as he stood in the hot yellow water, washing the smelly fluid over himself as if he were taking a perfectly ordinary shower. Simba looked on attentively, not sure whether the meerkat was actually getting any cleaner, but finding himself enjoying the spectacle nonetheless. Eventually Pumbaa's stream slowed and ended, Timon wiping his eyes clear, the golden shower had washed away the larger chunks of shit from his fur, although he looked no less brown. The piss had also only made the now wet and slimy shit stink even worse, leaving the meerkat reeking of fresh shit and piss which stood out even amongst the already putrid clearing.

"Thanks bud" Timon said as he shook himself dry, and he turned around to face Simba "what about you kid? After all the water you drank earlier from being out on the plains for so long you must me busting."

Simba hadn't thought about it, but now he realised that his bladder was indeed full to bursting, one look told Pumbaa and Timon that this was the case, and Pumbaa turned around and bent over, exposing his fat shit smeared ass.

"It's starting to itch a little, you mind hosing me off?" Pumbaa asked Simba. It took Simba a second to realise what his friend was asking of him.

"Oh... um.. sure" Simba stammered, and he walked up to the large, exposed, shit smeared ass, trying to work out the best way to do this, Simba lifted himself up onto his hind legs and lent his front paws on the fat ass cheeks in front of him so that his lion cock was pointed directly at Pumbaa's filthy, shit covered asshole.

"Hold up a second kid" Timon interjected, and he shuffled underneath Pumbaa's ass, lying down between the two of them, Simba's cock hanging directly above his body and he reached up, taking hold of the throbbing lion cub's cock with his shit covered hand.

"Ok kid, whenever you're ready" Timon said and Simba relaxed his full bladder, allowing a strong stream of hot smelly piss to fire from the stiff cock, splattering all over Pumbaa's shitty asshole. Timon moved Simba's cock around, directing the hot gushing liquid all over the shit smeared ass cheeks, mixing the piss with the brown substance which trickled down right onto the filthy meerkat below them.

Simba sighed in relief as he released himself all over his new friends and Pumbaa wiggled his filthy ass in the stream, enjoying the sensation of the hot lion piss as it washed over him. When Simba's seemingly endless piss finally slowed to a stop, Timon started stroking the still stiff lion cock, at first to squeeze out the last drops of piss onto his furry face, and then to just watch the throbbing cock grow and pulse as he smeared his shit covered hand up the shaft.

As this was happening, Simba couldn't help but stare at the bent over warthog in front of him, still wiggling his fat, shit smeared, piss drenched ass cheeks. Simba's eyes were fixed directly in the centre of these soft, red mounds, into the brown, tightly puckered, shithole that only minutes ago, he had been sniffing like his life depended on it, and was now lined up squarely with his red pulsing lion cock, currently being stroked with the shit covered hands of Timon.

"Go ahead kid" Timon said, seemingly reading the lion's thoughts "go wild".

Simba stammered with uncertainty "b...but what about..." and Timon shot him a knowing smile and Simba looked back up at Pumbaa's ass still wiggling in invitation. Simba grinned and shrugged "Hakuna Matata."

Without another thought, Simba pressed his cock forward against the filthy brown asshole and slid the tip into the warthog's shithole, the mixture of shit and piss serving as the perfect lube as throbbing cock slid slowly into the warm hole with ease as Pumbaa's shit tube wrapped tightly around the lion's dick. Pumbaa moaned loudly as Simba slid his cock all the way inside, bottoming out in the warthog's hot ass, only to pull his cock all the way out again, and then thrust it once more back inside, grunting as his animal instincts took over and Simba began to urgently pound his friends' shitty ass.

Still lying on the ground between them, Timon stared up at his best friend getting his ass pounded by an alpha predator's thick cock, stroking his own shit smeared cock to the sight. Suddenly without any warning, Pumbaa farted another blast of toxic fumes, the hot air rippling over Simba's cock and refreshing the already putrid stink in the air. The smell only egged the lion on more as he rapped the foul-smelling hole harder and began to notice, as he slid his cock deep inside the warthogs hot, tight asshole, that it seemed to be getting hotter, tighter and smellier with every thrust.

Simba looked down and saw mushy brown shit start to pour out over his cock with every thrust, coating his dick with a thick layer of rank, soft shit which was splattering all over the lion's fur and falling all over the meerkat, furiously masturbating below.

"Fuck Kid. You realise Pumbaa that the lion is literally fucking the shit out of you right now" Timon moaned as he jacked off, pumping his cock with the hot fresh shit.

Pumbaa groaned in pleasurable response, completely lost in the sensation, "mmm, fuck me, fuck the shit out of my filthy ass, use my rancid hole, cover us with shit and fill my fuck hole with your hot alpha predator spunk"

Simba shoved his cock deep into his friend's shit trench and started fucking even more furiously, penetrating the hot mass of shit inside the pig's asshole again and again, fucking the shit into mush which was now flowing out with force around Simba's cock, splattering everywhere under the onslaught and turning all three of them into a grunting, filthy, rank disgusting shit covered mess. Right now, Simba wasn't a prince, or an exile, he was just a wild animal, rutting in shit and he was about to fill this shit covered pig with his hot thick load of pent-up predator cum.

Simba buried his cock deep inside the tightly packed ass and with one final grunt from all three, Simba released rope after rope of thick alpha jizz inside the fat ass. The stimulation was too much for Timon and Pumbaa to bare and as the lion filled the pig's shitty ass with cum, the pair shot their own built-up loads all over themselves. When Simba finally pulled his cock out, his white cream poured out, followed closely behind by another blast of hot, soft shit, which coated Simba's underbelly and dropped down to completely cover Timon.

Pumbaa moaned as he covered his friends with his shit and the brown flood ended with a loud fart of putrid gas which Simba hopped down to eagerly sniff up. Timon crawled out of the pile of shit and moved out of the way as Pumbaa sat back, his fat ass landing directly in his pile of shit with a satisfying squish. Pumbaa took a few seconds to wiggle his fat ass in the pile, grinding into the filth before lying back and rolling around in his own waste, smearing himself all over with shit.

Timon gathered up a large pile of waste in his arms and hopped up onto his buddy's chest, dumping the whole pile onto Pumbaa's belly and then flopping himself int the mound, smearing the mess all over himself and his friend. Simba looked on as Timon and Pumbaa lay in front of him, wallowing in filthy shit and Simba looked at his own fur which aside from his underbelly was still perfectly clean, and he couldn't help but feel left out.

"Hey" Simba said nervously, "can I join in too?"

"Sorry kid, not sure there's enough to go around" Timon shrugged as he smeared the last of the shit on Pumbaa's face and snout. Simba felt disappointed and Timon smirked "unless of course you're up for contributing to the mess yourself."

Simba realised what Timon was leaning towards and the lion cub grinned, Pumbaa patted his stomach, inviting him to hop up and Simba jumped up onto the shit coated pig. Taking a moment to get a whiff of Timon and appreciate just how filthy he had gotten in such a short space of time. The meerkat was drenched in Pumbaa's putrid farts, then a layer of hot, backed up shit, doused in cum, soaked in two waves of piss, then another coating of shit and now he would be getting even more.

Simba turned around on Pumbaa's belly and positioned his ass directly over the two of them. "Let er rip kid" Timon said in anticipation, Simba didn't need to be asked twice, all of the bugs he had eaten earlier were not sitting great, so with an eager grin, he released everything in his fully packed ass all over his new friends, drenching them in his soft shit as it rushed out of him. Timon rolled around in the filth as it poured over them, covering both him and Pumbaa in Simba's hot fresh shit.

As soon as he felt the last of the shit splatter out, Simba sat back into his pile of hot waste, grinding his ass into the mess, smearing it over the two creatures beneath him. Timon then wiggled out from under Simba's ass and hopped on top of him as Simba began to wiggling around on Pumbaa's shit covered stomach, coating his fur entirely brown as he joined his friends wallowing in filthy shit.

"So, kid" Timon said as he rubbed shit into the lion cub's fur, with his meerkat ass positioned right in front of Simba's face "you up for helping Pumbaa take his daily shit tomorrow as well?"

Simba grinned as he imagined preforming these filthy acts together every day, spending the rest of his life engaging in depraved, sexual fun with his new loving family. Simba lent his face upwards to take a large whiff of the small meerkat ass which was hanging in front of him, which to Simba's complete shock, was even more foul and putrid smelling then Pumbaa's. Simba pressed his nose against the rank smelling hole and inhaled deeply as his mind swirled in the depravity and he exhaled his response.

"Hakuna Matata" Simba moaned happily