“C’mon kid! You gotta eat your grubs!” Timon annoyingly snapped at Simba, clearly angry by the youth’s unwilling attitude about eating the food. “Ya bud!” Pumbaa said through a mouthful of bugs, the gross green liquid sloshing about in his mouth. “They’re a delicacy, absolutely delicious. 


        Simba put a grub between his fingers, dropped it in his mouth, and quickly swallowed it, feeling it move down his throat with a squirm. A chill went up and down his body as he shivered the food down. I never had a problem eating these before, what is so wrong? He questioned himself, but he knew what was missing. He missed the pride, before Scar took over and forced him into hiding. He missed Nala and his father Mufasa. I miss eating real food, not some dumb grubs that taste terrible and probably are the reason I gets sick. Simba knew he had to eat, at least to be nice to his adoptive parents, who helped him in this rough time. Well, mostly Pumbaa, Timon was just a pain in the ass with all his comments, just around for comic relief. Choking down the rest of his food, he retired to go to sleep.


        Tossing and turning for a few hours he got into a really grumpy mood. He tried everything to find a hint of sleep. He drank some water, covered his ears, and did everything that came to his head. After a few hours of struggling however, Simba was able to cross over into sleep. When he was unconscious he had a wonderful dream, he back at the pride before Scar’s takeover. Simba started in his dream world eating a freshly caught zebra. Oh the taste, how wonderful it was for him, he started to salivate in real life. The scene started to change, he was being attacked, wait no, he was play fighting in the forest with Nala. After years of struggle he finally got the upperhand! Pouncing on top of her they looked at each other right in the eyes. Both feeling something they’ve never felt before, he felt a pressure building in his loins. “Wait Simba.” She said, “Before you start, I lov- AHAHAHAHAHA”


Simba snapped up, being woken up by that laugh, that insufferable laugh of Timon. Right next to him Pumbaa asleep, covering in leaves and grass made to look like a skirt. “WOAHA HA HA HA!” Timon almost crying over his own joke, somehow not waking up Pumbaa. “Hey! Hey kid! You awake?” he yelled over to Simba, “Look what I did! He looks like a woman!” Timon then fell over on the forest floor laughing. Simba became filled with rage, one of the best dreams he ever had, ruined by this? How dare he, he should be the king of the jungle right now and now he’s being dragged along for the ride by a meerkat and a warthog. 


“You seem to like it a little too much buddy!” Timon said between his uncontrollable laughter, pointing at the underside of Simba, his erection was showing, pushed out from the dream he just had.


That was the final straw for Simba, he could tolerate it up until now. The food, the people, the lack of sleep, now being made fun of for it? Simba’s face contorted into a snarl, a small hiss under his breath, now walking towards the meerkat, who was still distracted by his own joke. Ripping a leaf of a tree, he licked it to make a wet side on the front. Quickly grabbing Timon, placing the leaf on his face, gagging him so no more noise would come out of that annoying mouth. “Hemmph whm armh ym dompth?” Timon tried to speak out, muffled by the leaf.


“Oh you’re gonna pay for everything you’ve done, every annoying joke, every time you woke me up, every time you’ve pissed me off you are going to regret.” Simba said with pure hate in his voice. “You are going to be my bitch for tonight, and you won’t say a word about it, or you won’t live to see the next day. Got it?” Timon nodded fast. “Good, let’s get started shall we.” 


Simba then picked up the Meerkat, nothing but evil intentions in his eyes, walking away from the camp. He made himself comfortable and sat down, back against a tree. He took his paws and played with Timon a little bit, stimulating Timon’s underside, urging his cock to come out of its sheath, as Simba’s was already. After a bit of play Simba decided enough was enough, this was all for him. He squeezed down on Timon and opened his mouth. Tongue out he gave a quick lick to the backside of his bitch. “This is the only lube you’ll get fucker, so be ready.” He sarcastically warned. 


Now, moving his arm, positioning Timon over his penis, Simba slowly moved the meerkat down his body, past his throbbing cock, stopping at little more down. He was measuring the size of Timon’s body to his cock, which went all the way up to the helpless mongoose’s ribcage. “It won’t fit!” Timon managed to spit out, in one last helpless protest.


“It better fit.” Simba warned, putting the gag back over Timon’s mouth, tightening it. “It better fit, or else.” After that he lifted the meerkat up, and slowly brought him down again, closer and closer to this throbbing cock. Stopping just as the virgin hole of Timon came to rest on Simba’s cock. The lion now wrapping his other hand around Timon, grasping and squeezing him even harder. Without a second’s notice Simba began to push him down, stretching the hole of Timon as he got deeper and deeper.


Simba was easily able to get the first inch inside Timon, clearly showing on the outside as the cock was bulging out near his abdomen. Muffled squeals of pain were able to be heard as Simba penetrated the tight passageway of his former “friend”. The pleasure Simba felt was only amplified by the situation, the person he hated most in the world, even more than Scar was his cock sleeve. The power he felt in this situation drove him to thrust harder and deeper inside Timon. Gradually Simba’s cock was able to get further inside the meerkat, his progress easily visible on the outside as it was now past Timon’s belly, pushing all his organs over to make room for the future kings throbbing cock.


Timon was in immense pain, but resigned to fate. Barely able to think all he grasped onto was the hope it would be all done when Simba came, hopefully it would all be done by then.


Simba was not ready to cum just yet however, he was determined that his fun wouldn’t end so soon. Moving Timon up and down his cock, just like a sextoy invigorated the young lion, the pure energy he felt kept his libido running like a well oiled machine. He pushed in faster, thrusting deep. Suddenly, because of the last thrust, all the air ran out of Timon’s lungs, Simba just hilted inside of him, cock pushing against his lungs. Not being able to take in air, he was losing consciousness. With a gasp Timon let out a cry of protest before fainting.


Simba noticed this and pulled out promptly, not wanting Timon to escape this punishment. He dumped the meerkat in the small stream near them, shocking him awake, and started to get back to work. The water provided extra help to the lion too, even though he was hilting inside the poor animal Simba was able to get more leverage on the wet fur. Smashing Timon off his belly every time he thrusted was building the pressure Simba felt in his loins to a fever pitch. The lion’s thrusts became more and more frantic, picking up the pace, reorganizing the internal organs of Timon even more than before. 


“Ah, I’m…. I’m gonna cum!” Simba said, cock twitching. Simba gave one last thrust and stayed there, cock tensing up and shooting ropes of cum up the body of Timon, there was nowhere for the cum to go, so it had no choice but to leak out onto the floor. Simba stayed in that position for a few moments catching his breath. Timon now coughing up a storm, a small amount of the lion’s cum coming up with each cough. Simba finally released his grasp on the small guy, slowly lifting himself off his shrinking cock. “That felt amazing, how are you feeling after that bitch?” Simba said Timon, who was on the jungle floor trying to drown out everything around him, trying to stay conscious.


“You… You… Kid… are in so much trouble…. When… when… I get up.” Timon tried to say, trying to keep a shred of dignity.


Simba looked at him with a bewildered expression, absolutely shocked at the disrespect he was shown, right after he fucked him into next month. This wasn’t going to stand, if Timon wasn’t going to accept this as his new fate, he was gonna teach him one final lesson.


“Wrong answer…” Simba trailed off with a snarl in his voice. “I warned you before we started, ‘don’t say a word about this.’ Now with that little statement Timon, you’ve become a liability.” He reached his paw into the air, claws extended ready to strike, when he heard a noise, *grumble grumble*, it was his stomach. Suddenly he felt hungry, the meal of grubs for dinner didn’t seem to be enough Paired with the dream meal of fresh zebra, the young lion craved meat. “Hmm… Instead of slashing you to bits, I’ve got another idea.”


He grabbed the meerkat in his paws once more, and thrust him back into the water, submerging him fully. “Momma always said never play with your food, but I’m having too much fun.” Simba said, sloshing Timon around the water until he felt the counter-thrashes die down. Not wanting his meal to die in his hands, he quickly pulled him out, savoring Timons gasps for air. Simba now opened his mouth, maw gaping savoring this last moment before he hit his tongue.


Dropping the almost limp meerkat down onto his tongue , Simba quickly closed his mouth, savoring the freshly washed taste. Hands and feet kicked around the mouth, a fight to get out of the helpless fate, No matter, the sweat and musk will make him taste even better, Simba thought. A little salty, he noted as he licked around the soon to be late night meal, accounting it to a mixture of his cum and Timon’s pre. Simba was done playing around and tensed his throat muscles, swallowing the mammal. 


At first only Timons head was able to get inside his throat. With another swallow however, Timon’s shoulders went down, and all struggling stopped, Timon apparently resigning to his fate. Another gulp and down the slick, saliva soaked body of the annoying meerkat went. Only the legs and feet were left at this point but Simba waited for his last gulp, relishing in the moment. He felt the still erect cock of Timon tense up on the back of his tongue, and shoot a few ropes of meerkat cum over the tongue of the lion. Simba savored the taste, salty sweet, made only sweeter by the situation. You won’t be liking this for long, Simba thought, swallowing one last time, feeling the lump go down his throat, falling down into his stomach. Timon’s orgasm wasn’t made by him, not being able to breath made all of his body tense up, shooting his load, not like Simba knew this, or like it mattered. All that Timon would be reduced to now was just another part of the Lion King, maybe if he was lucky he could be a piece of fat on Simba’s cute ass, but with his luck, he’ll pass right through. 


Simba went back to camp, finally getting a full night's sleep, with a full belly nonetheless. Pumbaa, none the wiser, eventually woke him up, “Hey, you’ve seen Timon?” he asked.


*BUURRP!* “Oh, excuse me, I’ve been having some gas for the past few days.” Simba quickly covered up “But no, I haven't seen the guy since last night.” Not technically lying, Pumbaa bought it and walked away looking for the third member of their group, a fruitless effort. Simba however, was ready for his next meal.