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Timon was humming to himself as he was deep in a thick clump of bushes, hunting for beetles. They were thick-shelled, crunchy kind that he really liked. He reached for them, grabbing hold before they could unfurl their wings and flutter away. Crunching and continuing to hum levitated the meerkat to a state of pure Hakuna Matata. He was sure this was a good as it got, surrounded by more bugs he could eat and the shade of the thick bush leaves protected him from the harsh savanna sun. This continued until Timon got his fill and the rest of the beetles fled from the bush. That was just fine with the meerkat, he had already gotten what he wanted. All that was left to was sit back and enjoy the feeling of his full belly. With a heavy sigh, Timon laid against the soft grass and closed his eyes.

Some time later Simba came walking down the main path. He was on his way to return to Pride Rock. He enjoyed the sensations around him. The scent of life around him. The faint fragrances of small flowers and the stale earth underneath his paws that were kicked up as he walked. Surrounding him was thick greenery and the occasional spectacle of multi-colored flowers. Apart from the sun that beat down against him when he wasn't shaded, Simba very much enjoyed the day. But there was something that inconvenienced him and it was the pressure that started to build in his bladder.

Simba stopped and looked around for a place he could relieve himself. The first thing that caught his eye was a dark green bush. It's leaves were thick and shiny against the high sun. Of all the other things he could go on, the king found the thick shrub the most appealing. The pressure within him grew stronger, urging the lion to prance towards the shrub before it was too late.

Inside the bush, Timon was fast asleep. Lying flat on his back with his paws cushioning his head the meerkat snored softly. Even though he was resting, Timon's ears flicked against some close by noises. The small mammal groaned but remained asleep. A comforted sigh came from Timon as he felt something warm against his belly and spreading through his body. Slowly, the meerkat opened his eyes, finding the sudden warmth rather odd. After all he chose the bush as his spot to nap because it was nice and cool. Timon's eyes focused and he realized what was happening to him. A warm, yellow stream came from above, splashing against his pelt. It was forming a puddle around him, spreading further and further. The sharp, bitter scent really got the meerkat awake. He looked up to see a pink, barbed rod pouring the hot piss onto him. About time Timon grunted and moved out of the way the stream had already weakened and died off.

Above, a content sigh came from Simba as the waves of pleasure washed back and forth through his body. Once his bladder was drained and emptied, the lion gave his length a few shakes before it slipped back in his sheath. Simba was about to continue on his merry way but his heart nearly fell out of his chest as something ran out of the bush.

"Hey, hey! What's the big idea?" Timon yelled, looking around for the one responsible for the yellow staining on his pelt. It didn't take him long enough to notice the lion standing before him. "Simba? It was you?"

"Timon! You were in-"

"Can't a meerkat take a nap in some bushes without being peed on at the very least!?" Timon ranted.

"Timon, I'm sorry. I didn't even know you were there," Simba quickly apologized. "Uh, let me-"

"No way! I think you've done enough!" Timon huffed as he began to storm off. But his attempt was thwarted by Simba extending his paw and dragging the meerkat towards him once again. Lowering himself to the dusty trail, Simba held Timon firmly in both paws, ensuring the meerkat couldn't get away.

A yelp came from Timon as a rough tongue dragged through his fur. It pressed against his belly and raked upwards. The meerkat groaned as a mix of pee and spit was now smeared against his face. Simba licked again but all it managed to do was comb through his fur, making it stick up. Whether it was working or not, Simba was determined to make it up to his friend. So he licked harder and faster. It was a slow process but the dark yellow stains in Timon's fur were lifting and losing their intensity.

Simba was so wrapped up in cleaning Timon that he didn't pay attention to where exactly he was licking. A few of his licks resulted in him pressing his tongue against the meerkat's sheath and brush upwards, making Timon yelp against the feeling. His tip peaked from the sheath, being met with the king's broad, rough tongue. Timon stopped squirming, rather he just gave slow breaths as he was being teased with each lick.

Simba turned Timon around in his paws, drawing his tongue against his friend's back. He was sure to get up as much of his fluids off of Timon's pelt. There wasn't as much on the meerkat's backside but Simba made sure to be thorough. He licked hard underneath the other male's tail. Timon yelped again, the wet, roughness sent a strange mix of pleasure and slight pain through his body. Before he could properly prepare, another shockwave was sent through his backside, making him tremble against the wide paws keeping him in the lion's grip.

"Alright, it looks like you're all clean," Simba chuckled, letting go of Timon. The meerkat stumbled to his feet and turned around to face the king. Between his legs sported a raging hard-on that was already forming pre at the tip. Tingles of pleasure still lingered underneath Timon's tail making him draw shaky breaths. Simba just chuckled and made a show of himself by narrowing his eyes and swiping his tongue over his muzzle. That really got Timon going and with a groan he stepped towards the bigger male.

"If you wanted me to do this, you could have just asked," Timon huffed, sounding annoyed but on his face was a devious smirk. He marched towards the lion, stomping his paws into the dusty earth. "Let's get this over with so I can finish my nap."

He stepped up to the lion. Reaching his arms out to hold onto the wide muzzle and keep himself steady, Timon pressed his prick against the soft pair of lips. Just feeling them brush against his base was enough to get him moaning slightly. Pulling himself together, Timon just decided to go all the way in. He pushed his tip against the lips until they slipped past and against the wet tongue waiting for him on the other side. Simba curled his tongue around the stiff rod, swirling the pink muscle around it.

"Ooah, y-you're really tryna milk me dry, huh?" Timon said, closing his eyes. He endured the teasing, determined to actually make this last. The meerkat opted to start with slow humps, dragging his prick against the rough tongue that lied there, pressing against his moving maleness.

Heavy breaths came from Timon, each press and reel of his body brought pleasure to his body. It started in his loins and floated to the rest of him like bubbles in a spring. Curling his toes against that pleasure, Timon dared to hump harder. His small thrusts made his thighs bump against Simba's muzzle. As hard as the meerkat tried, he couldn't hold back the orgasm that was getting closer and closer to him. He was a little guy and Simba's tongue, that was nearly as big as him, gave him an unfair advantage. All he could do was shove himself was deep as he could and enjoy the searing pleasure that overtook his body.

Simba purred against the warm, salty taste that spread on his tongue. He curled his tongue against the squirting prick, indeed milking it for all that it had. He enjoyed Timon's winces and pitched breaths. Finally, the king gulped down the seed that had pooled on his tongue. Timon collected himself and retracted his spent maleness from his friend's muzzle.

"Sorry for waking you up," Simba apologized again.

"Aw, don't worry about it. Now, I got a nap to finish..." Timon stretched and yawned. While the meerkat went off to find a new place to sleep, Simba stood and continued down the path towards Pride Rock, glad that he was able to patch things up with his friend so quickly and easily. But he made a mental note to check the bushes every once in a while, just to be sure.