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Iggy was all but shoved into the apartment by the excited meerkat. He should have known better, but the terrier was craving some fun. So he was the one who sought out the services of someone else and found a promising one, detailing a need for a brave volunteer to take on a big, strong warthog. He certainly liked the sound of that, and when he showed up to the rather run down looking complex, finding the numbered door and giving it a firm knock, it flew open and now he was being eagerly taken in.

"I'm so glad you showed up. Don't worry, this job is easy and you might love it," there was something about his tone that piqued Iggy's interest. Clearly there was more going on that he was being told, but didn't pry, wanting to see it for himself.

He was led through a rather messy looking living room and ushered down a hall. "Hey! He's here!" the meerkat called, calling out to someone else within the building.

Iggu's large ears flicked as he heard the sound of heavy steps on the other side of the single bedroom door. For a moment he wondered if this was some kind of trick and he raised his guard, prepared to either make a run for it, or even fight if he needed to.

The door opened and the meerkat suddenly pushed him forwards. Iggy cried out as he lost his balance. But he was caught by someone large, the body was built and the fur grazing his own felt rough.

"Timon..." the warthog scolded.

"Ease up, Pumbaa. We finally got one to show up."

Very confused, the canine was about to ask what the hell was going on but his focus was assaulted by the powerful aroma that wafted from the plump porcine.

"He's so cute..." Pumbaa cooed as the black and white dog practically melted under his touch.

"Only the best for my best pal..." Timon chuckled as he entered the room, closing the door behind them all.

Being picked up and carried, Iggy continued to take in the heavy scent that not only came from the larger male, but it clung heavy in the air. Looking around he could see that the bedroom was even more of a mess with clearly sweaty and well worn clothes scattered anywhere they could be. The intense smell of sweat, both fresh and stale, made him shudder heavily.

He was placed onto the bed, also looking messy and heavy with a mix of scents that even his canine nose struggled to identify, but he could tell that they were left there so long, felt to ferment until they combined into one permanent stink.

Noticing the pair of eyes on him, Iggy did his best to collect himself. But such strong senses were his weakness. He forced himself to growl and cross his arms.

"So," he said with a grunt. "What's this really about?"

Both the skinny meerkat and the towering warthog just grinned at the dog. The show of anger clearly didn't intimidate them, they just chuckled. Timon stepped away for a moment, going to get something. But Pumbaa remained and actually met the visitor's gaze with a look that had something...more...behind it.

He stepped closer to the other male and Iggy could again pick up the strong scent. But sitting on the bed, he was now eye level with the porcine's crotch. The smell there was a rank odor that was just barely held back by the gray shorts he was wearing.

"You..." Timon said, finally answering the question earlier asked as he returned to his partner's side. "Are needed for a very special purpose. You see, the two of us need a bit of help." He got close and tapped a finger to the dog's nose.

"I can tell that a pup like you really likes...musk," Timon said, with a clear sultriness in his voice.

Iggy's eyes lowered. He supposed that it was pretty obvious at this point. Just being close to the warthog was enough to make his body go nearly limp.

"Yeah, I do."

"Then I know you're gonna love ol' Pumbaa here!" Timon said with another excited chuckle. "Go ahead and show him, big buddy."

With a certain look and a small snort, Pumbaa ran his large hands down his black tank and they reached down to his shorts, gripping the band. Slowly he pulled them down, exposing himself to both the meerkat and terrier.

Iggy was given a full view of what the larger male was packing between his thick thighs. A pair of heavy, rounded balls hung low, clearly weighed down by the immense volume of fluids they held. First peaking then snaking out from the sheath was a long, veiny cock that was bright pink and tapered, ending in a corkscrew twist. Beyond it was a pubic bush, composed of thick, glistening hairs.

As the length throbbed, the smell finally hit Iggy, the full force of his junk smacked the canine in the face and he couldn't hold back a groan. All around him was a potent and rank scent, it easily overpowered all other scents in the room, a powerful mix of sweat, body odor, and something else that made his mouth water. He couldn't imagine the last time it had been properly cleaned, but he had a feeling that was the point.

Timon winced at the scent. He wanted so bad to do this himself, but even more than that, he wanted to watch someone else do it. His own cock throbbed in his thin basketball shorts as he stepped closer to his partner.

Timon reached up to grip it, with his short stature, his hands were unable to wrap around it. As he got close, he winced again and his eyes were starting to water. But he endured and gave the onlooking visitor a smirk. Slowly he pumped his hands up and down, making soft squelches, stirring up an unseen layer of filth that worked as well as lube.

As he pumped up and down, Pumba grunted. His tip flexed and a strong, watery shot of pre squirted out, landing on Iggy's chest. It was warm and sticky, clinging to his fur. He could smell it, the permeating odor of virility...

Just when Iggy thought he saw all the warthog had to offer, his eyes widened as he saw it expanding even more, showing off more inches that were hidden away. The wonderfully disgusting smell turned to something deeper and stronger as the final inches came into view, clearly showing off a layer of yellowish-white. Fluids that seeped down into his sheath were felt there to ferment and congeal, forming a very cheesy looking smegma.

"How about all this? Still up for it? Frankly put, I can only take so much and this needs to be cleaned up," he said, giving the heavy shaft and another pump and shake, flinging more strings of pre.

He looked back to see Iggy nodding with an almost pleading look on his face. He hadn't even registered the words said to him. With the nose-burning smell stuck deep in his nose and the sight before him, the canine was desperate to feel it, to taste it...

"Alright then... Let him have it, Pumbaa."

Pumbaa stepped forwards, his massive cock swinging back and forth. Underneath him were those fat balls that rubbed against the inner thighs. They were also glazed with sweat and a layer of filth...

When it got close enough, Iggy took a deep whiff of the tip that pulsed and steadily oozed musky precum. A line of drool spilled from the corner of his mouth as his tongue flicked past his lips, making contact with the twisted cockhead. The moment it did, he got busy lapping at it. His tongue was instantly hit by the deep, bitter flavors of fresh sweat, dried sweat and general filth. Without shame of second thought, he used his own tongue as nothing more than a sponge to soak up the flavors and fluids that collected onto his taste buds.

"Oooahhh... L-look at him go, Timon," Pumba panted as pleasure raced up his shaft.

"I told you he would be a natural. Now...let me get in on this..." He got up on the bed alongside Iggy but stood up on it, tracing his paw along the warthog's covered body, reaching higher and higher until he could feel around the chunky bicep. He lifted it and pressed his own face into the hairy, damp crevice that was his armpit, being just small enough to shove his entire face instead, groaning as intense musk, sweat, and the grime from not washing smeared all over his muzzle.

With his free hand, Pumba reached down and pressed his fingers into the canine's muzzle, prying it open with his thick fingers. He eased himself inside, not saying anything as he just slid his cock over the other male's tongue going further and further.

Iggy's eyes bulged as he felt the tip bouncing and slapping against the roof of his mouth for a moment before it was pushed further. It started thin and got thicker towards the base, just gliding into his maw and down his throat like a snake. As his throat bulged, it could feel it worming around and spraying more thick oozes of precum.

As it settled deep, Iggy was further exposed to the intense, rancid smells and tastes that consumed his senses.

"Ah, he's just swallowing it all down..." Pumba huffed. "N-no one's ever done that before..."

As his base pushed past the soft pair of dog lips, Iggy got a sudden taste of the true marks of Pumbaa's filth. That thick mix of jizz, sweat, pre, and maybe even some piss, all topped off with clearly not washing for who knows how long. His tongue made contact with the wet, gel-like substance. It clung to his tongue, latching on the moment it made contact and whether or not he was ready for it, Iggy's tongue was suddenly ablaze with the heavy flavor of salt and sourness.

Pumbaa expected to be pushed away, to see the canine gag and spill his guts on the floor like most others, but Iggy instead made a deep noise of satisfaction and a sudden squeal came from the hog as the long, flat tongue was rapidly curling and scraping at the space, cleaning the filth away, leaving it rather sensitive.

He just barely had enough room to push it to the back of his tongue, swallowing it down around the thinner part of the cock that bent down his gullet. As he made gulps to push the thick, doughy stuff down, his throat squeezed down on the cock itself, bringing steady heat and pressure to the upper half of the shaft.

Pumbaa groaned out loud and long as the tongue teased his base and the throat caressed his shaft. This dog was certainly talented. He could feel puffs of warm breath, looking down to see Iggy huffing at his sweaty pubes, his eyes rolling up, clearly getting high off of his smell.

And he wasn't the only one. Muffled sounds were coming from his pit as Timon was now licking at the grimy space, using his tongue to help clean the hog up.

He pulled his cock back, making the motion slow. Iggy blushed hard as he felt it snaking out of his throat, still spraying precum all the way up and out. He could see that the cock was certainly cleaner, sparkling with his saliva rather than the thin layers of filth.

Iggy went back to lapping at the tip, using his paws to stroke the rest of it, pumping up and down, bumping them against the fat balls that continued to sway and push out more clear fluids. He let them pool onto his tongue before he swallowed, loving the rush of heat that came as it oozed down into his stomach.

Once again, his large hand came down, but it first gave Iggy gentle pets, scratching behind his ears before settling behind his head. The terrier knew what that meant and he opened his muzzle wide as the thrust came, pushing the entire thing down his throat. And it pulled back when the wet pubes crashed into his nose.

Timon had finished up and ran his tongue over his muzzle, lapping up the filth and flavors that clung to it.

He looked down to see his partner ramming himself into their guest's throat. It was easy to see the deep bulge every time it was pushed inside. Groaning at the exciting sight, he pulled down his shorts and eagerly stroked at his own cock, watching as his buddy was being used as a cleaning toy and doing a good job at it too. He could see that the cock was already clean, free of nothing more than dribbles of dog slobber.

Pumbaa was making steady grunts as he jammed his cock inside, shoving it all the way in with a forceful hump and pulling back quickly to do it all over again. His cock was continually squeezed by the swallowing throat and Iggy's paws had now moved to his plump balls, playing with the with gentle touches, shallow pokes, slow traces, and drags of his soft fur along the weighty orbs, just getting him all the more riled up.

With another deep noise he pushed his body down over the canine's. Iggy made a noise of shock as he was dragged by the cock in his mouth, made to lay down on the bed. Pumbaa made a deep snort before he bunched his hips, rocking them hard and face, pistoning his dick into the terrier's throat.

"It's so soft and tight... Thanks for bringing him here, Timon... Y-you're a real pal..."

"Don't think I did all this just for you," the meerkat chuckled as he moved around on the bed, coming down to kneel in front of the hog, stroking his cock to the sight of their little guest being harshly facefucked.

Pumbaa was humping so hard that his fat balls were slapping against Iggy's chin, smearing the grime that still persisted there and flinging beads of sweat that marked the boston terrier's face even more. Though he did a good job, the intense sourness and the acrid stench was all he could taste and smell as if had been burned onto his senses.

Bucking as hard as he could, the warthog panted, just feeling how amazing it was to stroke his cock within such a talented mouth and throat. It was even more exciting with the moans of Timon in his ears, getting off to the sight of him using someone else that wasn't him.

He looked up at his smaller partner and nodded to him, signaling him that it was time. Timon stroked his cock harder, wanting to finish at about the same time.

Iggy was just barely aware of the pace quickening the humps pressing even harder to his face. His mind was still reeling, very much hazed and fogged with scents and flavors. But he snapped out of it when he heard Pumbaa raise his voice, squealing out. A final hump came and the fat balls against his thin were pulsing hard.

Just a second later, the cock lodged in his throat expanded from the volume of seed being pushed through it all at once. Pumbaa came deep into his throat, heavy spurt after spurt, gushing a mini river of hot, thick hog spunk down into his stomach. It didn't take long for the moaning canine to feel his belly expanding, getting hot and heavy from the sheer volume. As Pumbaa quieted down, Iggy's sensitive ears could hear the fleshy pumps of the huge cock throbbing inside of him and the squirts of the seed being poured into his gullet with force.

When Pumbaa pulled out, every drop was milked from him. He gave a long sigh of satisfaction. His length came out with a wet thump as it landed on Iggy's lips, already soft and reeling back into his sheath.

Timon had cum as well during the whole thing, giving strong pumps of his hand as Pumbaa opened his maw, letting the ropes of meerkat seed splatter onto his tongue and lips, making a deep noise as he twirled the slimy ropes with his tongue before swallowing.

Pumbaa eased himself up, looking ever relaxed and happy, same was for Timon. Iggy was still lying on the bed, a wide smile on his face. His belly was expanded and protruded out from a heavy batch of warthog spunk he drank down. It steadily pumped warmth through his body, making him rather relaxed as well. He could hear the meerkat saying something but it didn't register as he closed his eyes, already drifting off to sleep.