Pumbaa wasn’t just any warthog. He practically became the king of pigs once Simba became the leader of the pride. Unintentionally, just from saving a random small cub from some buzzards that ended up being the son of the late Mufasa. With Scar killed and order restored, Simba ruled the Pride Lands with the same kind of gentle heart that his father would praise his son for. Like father, like son.

… But this isn’t about them. 

Not about kings of the pride lands and usurpers to the throne. But of the legendary warthog and what living with him does to someone. Any beast unlucky, or in this case very lucky, to be around him gets to experience the pig at his finest. With his best pal Timon having to go away for a while, he left you in charge of hanging around his best friend and doing everything in your power to make the piggy as happy as he should be.

Yes, you heard right.

You.

You’ve been given the honor of having to watch Pumbaa while his best friends are busy with their own lives. It doesn’t matter if you hate the smell of any common pork walking around. This king of the chops stands out for more than just being the co-savior of the Pride Lands. If not for being his friend, you’d have been nothing more than a slave to his body in any other circumstances. Or maybe… You already are one to his majesty.

Either way, you’ll be subjected to his whims as you spend time together. 
Have fun~… 

The savannah’s heat was on top of its game today. It was beating down harder than a pack of hyenas on some poor beast left to be their meal. The rough and rocky terrain seemed to even crack under the sun’s intense anger. The only plant life spared from the intensity are the waves of grass, trees and other vegetation lucky enough to grow around a watering hole. One such place was devoid of almost any other animals, save for two. 

Pumbaa, the legendary piece of pork himself feasting on an assortment of bugs, bits of green grass and drinking some water. And you simply laying back in the shaded tree, listening to the sounds of the wild relax and calm you.

… Or so you imagined.

Reality was a lot more intense. Instead of the shade of a tree and the happy porker eating some food in peace, the both of you were walking towards that place in your imagination. After dropping Simba off at pride rock, Timone left you two alone with your job. You walked right behind Pumbaa, since he knew the way and you were just in it for the protection from other animals. With every step in the heat, you watched the sweat bounce off of his massive ass. SOme steps, the force would be enough to let you get a peek at the puckering pink hole hiding between the two orbs of fat.

	“Shouldn’t take too much longer!” Pumbaa chimed in, displaying a lot more vim and vigor than you are at the moment. If it wasn’t for the delighted pigs tone of voice ringing in your ear every once in a while, you’d swear you’d have fallen on the ground to simply bake yourself into a tasty meal. “Me, Timone and Simba walked out this way sometimes from the watering hole just to see what kind of bugs we’d find! Sometimes nothing but when we do OHHHH BOY! I once found this REALLY juicy bug that was so tasty, I’d think it was the heat playing tricks on me! But nope! My stomach said it was real two hours later!” He laughed.

Pumbaa’s chatter was a welcome listen from the clatter of your feet on the dry ground. You could feel your own sweat rolling down your body. You looked down to see a few drops hit and you were sure evaporated right in front of you on contact. Just as you looked back up you collide with something hot, warm and drowning in the pungent stench of a male.

Pumbaa’s ass was soaked in his musk, you were lucky enough to have your mouth open just as you made contact, giving you a few drops of salty liquid right onto your tongue. Just from the short contact, you could feel the soft fat heavy ass sink under you. You wanted so much more. And if Timone meant any of what he said, you were gonna get more than you could ever bargain for.

… You relished in the idea.

	“Hey, let's take a break for a while. The heat is really getting to me here.” You eagerly agree. “Look, there’s a small watering hole! I know you must be parched-MUD!” Tearing your eyes away from the prize, you finally took notice of your surroundings. Slightly darkened trees, bits of short grass here and there. But the thing that really took your breath away were the small stream of water and the cool wet looking mud hole just a few feet beside it. Before you could even take a step, you watched Pumbaa bounce towards the mud hole before jumping into the cool wet ground, slathering himself in it to help cool him down. While he did that, you dropped down and drank as much water as you can from the small babbling brook. Still the lingering flavor of the pigs body sweat was something you couldn’t get enough of. It tickled the back of your mind. 

That tickle went from the top of your head to the bottom of your stomach. 

	“Hey, mind doing me a favor~?” Pumbaa called out from his mud puddle. You lift your head up from the refreshing pool of clear water to be pounced upon by the pig. 

Before you could get a single word out, you felt your lips being overtaken by his own pink pursed lips. Your surprise only grows in intensity as you feel the overwhelming tongue makes its way into your through your mouth. The large tongue bullies your own, ticking your smaller appendage before going as deep as possible. Your throat feels almost to small as it stretches your throat wide, forcing you to taste the deep taste of an unwashed warthog. 

You can feel yourself sequim under his influence.

Not trying to escape from the passionate tongue fucking your throat.

Just trying to physically express yourself while under him. You could feel every twitch of the tongue. Every puff of air from his big nose. The ever happy look in his eyes as you looked at yourself in his black and yellow eyes. 

The hot ocean of drool from his tongue alone felt like it could drown you. You didn’t just try to drink whatever got in the way just so you didn’t choke on it. You did it just for the sake of it. Every drop that made contact with your mouth was more intense than the last. The smell of his breath took away what little of  your breath away that you could gather. 

Just as you think heavenly moment would keep going, he pulls away, dragging out a line of saliva that once coated your throat. You head feels fuzzy, trying to process what exactly just happened to you. But your body reacted in a much more positive manor. You’re trying to breath but your heart is so caught up in your throat that you can’t focus on anything but your rapid heartbeat. 

	“Think you’re ready to get down with a real warthog like me?” The question only leaves your head rife with questions. You tried to answer him but your voice was caught in your throat. The sensations of his tongue playing with you was all that you could think about. In those short seconds, you desperately tried to answer. You gave up speaking and just shook your head violently up and down to get your message across. “You better be sure about that. Because well.. It's been mating season for soooo long. I’ve been in a really loving mood but Timone and Simba are so busy that In can’t really hang out with them like I want to.”

You realized now why exactly Timone left you with his best friend. 

And you couldn't help but feel as aroused as you do now.

Pumba let out a squeal that left your ears nearly ringing.  He took his place back standing over you once again. He didn’t say a word for a few minutes. He just… Looked down at you.

You could feel the heat radiating off him from the close distance. The mud wash did little to take the sweat off him. In fact, you noticed that whatever was on his body was already slipping off him and dripping down his body and onto you. Replacing it is a noticeable sheen of sweat off of his dark brown fur. It felt like it was replacing the heat around the both of you. The dry heat became humid and heavy with the invisible mist from his body. 

All you could do was breath it in as you tried to pull your eyes away from his gaze. The trees, the grass, the single cloud in the sky. Nothing could hold your interest for long before Pumbaa’s Gaze became the center of your attention once again. 

You finally muster up… Something, inside to speak. But the moment your mouth was open, you were assaulted with a barrage of kisses, licks and tongue action that few could handle yourself included. Pumbaa took every moment to coat you in his slobber, snorting, squealing and making every sort of sound that a pig could. In the haze of drool and sweat you were briefly wondering if Pumbaa even needed to rest and just wanted a spot to take advantage of you.

Not that you cared.

You relished it. You loved the filth of the pig taking his time, lathering you in his spit. Kissing your body and over. Any excuse that you had to simply being alone with the pig didn’t matter. You get to be his plaything. His mate for the time being. You wanted everything that the portly pig could possibly do to you. The thought alone of what could happen tonight left your cock already letting loose your load of cum. All the while you felt your own balls empty, you could only sit there and dream about the sensation. The massive tongue fucking your throat, giving you a good impression of what it would be like if his filth drenched cock was doing the deed. All that’s missing are the fat leathery nuts smashed firmly against your face. Though his drool was a good substitute. 

The smell would be on you for weeks, no matter how many baths you’d put yourself through. 

	“Mmmh, you taste great! Almost better than a bug buffet! Though not as good as the juicy grubs me and my buddy Timon would have! Maybe we could have some later once I’m done! And I gotta warn ya…” Pumbaa loomed over you, pressing his forehead down onto yours. “It's gonna be a loooooooonnnnng while pal.” The tone in his voice was still playful but you could hear the seriousness hidden behind it. He wasn’t going to play with you. He was gonna make sure to mark you in every way he can to let anyone who comes across you, that you’re the pigs property. Reeking of his smell down to the last drop of fur. 

He pulled back, just enough for you to catch a lung full of dry air.

… Only to replace his face over you with his big ass hovering dangerously over your face. You could count the fur around the ring of his pink puckering hole. It twitched as you dared to look further down, getting an eye full of his massive pig nuts. Before you could properly take in the sight of the large smooth orbs, darkness was all you could see. Your other senses were a different story. 

The hot smell of ass blew you away, figuratively speaking.

Your eyes watered as you were forced to huff the addictive musk of the pigs hole. It stunk. Heavily. Unwashed and left to waft in the air for any sow to pick up the scent of the top pig and present herself to him. Instead that was your job. Nose firmly pressed into it, you could do nothing but breathe in the glory as your mind simply melted into the depravity. 

	“Man, your face makes a better seat than any pile of mud!” He complimented you. You could barely understand him through your swirling mind. You tried to say something but all you did was give Pumba’s fat back entrance a rumble that left the pig’s haunches trembling. “Ohhhh yeah! Keep doing that! I love it when I can feel something moving around back there.” 

You dared to poke your tongue out and immediately you tasted nothing more than his flesh. Smooth in places yet wrinkly. The smallest flick of your tongue around his meat hole was enough to get a grunt or gasp in response. Whenever you would hum in approval of the taste of sweat and raw musk, you were rewarded with Pumbaa grinding into your face harder and slower, digging you ever slower into him, practically trying to shove you into his guts. Through all your licking, you could even taste the slightest hints of mud. 

	“Ahhh fuuuuck…” You hear him whine. He places his front hooves firmly into the ground and pushed down on you farther, desperate to get more of your extensive tongue deeper into his horny guts. “Yeah yeah, right there! A bite to the left! Faster! N-now move it to the center!” You obeyed his every word, trying to follow his command to the letter.

By now, you felt his big cock had long since come out fully, laying against your stomach and even over your own painfully awake cock. While your mouth enjoyed pleasing and tasting the pigs ordor, you could imagine the beast of a cock laying atop yours. It beating ferociously. Blood pumping every vein, desperate to let out the stream of hot jizz from his massive balls. Your cum glazing the pink meat like a berry juice over a meal. The images alone made you take a sharp inhale, forcing you to breath in more of the humid heat. You start to think of how foul his cum is. The bitter salty flavor filling your throat and mouth. The scent that’d be on you days, possibly months later. You wanted a taste of it.

… But you got a taste of something else.

In the middle of your imaginary worship of his monster, you felt a deep rumble from within his ass. The next thing you realize, your breathing in the noxious fumes of the renowned warthog. Its ripe myasmia laced with the most intense musk than you could imagine. 

A skunk? Couldn’t even compare.

A bunch of Hyenas after mating season? No chance.

A group of other male warthogs? They weren’t Pumba. 

His ass gas smelt far more intense than anything else. Your mind felt numb from the hot blast of wet heat. Any thoughts that were once rational went out the window as you felt your mind being thoroughly fucked with. The intense smell was enough to leave your eyes watering. Even in the darkness of his ass surrounding you, you were sure your vision has gone blurry.

	“Phew!” He called out from above. “That tongue of yours sure is magic! Haven’t been able to let one loose for a good while!” You could hear him laugh. The sweet warthog who seemed so friendly was using you like… Well a pig. He has you eating him out, tasting the stink of his flesh and you loved every moment of it.  “In f-” He lets loose another fart above you, this time getting an audible choke from you. “Whhops! Guess that one slipped out!” 

In that moment, Pumbaa finally lifted himself off of you. Your eyes flash open and you take a deep inhale tasting fresh air once again. The light of the sun blind you for a few seconds. You blink a few times and you’re able to focus and see clearly. The first thing you see of course being Pumba’s winking hole looking back at you. Now coated in a nice spit shine from your excellent tongesmenship. With you dare to touch the pink bundle again, this time by choice.

You hear and feel another gust of powerful gas hit you in the face. You open your mouth and plug the gas leak up with your mouth and tongue, licking away at the tight mass while the piggy squeals under your touch. 

	“OHHHAHAHahahh!” He laughs as you take the initiative, touching his prostate with your tongue and being rewarded with the tight ring grasping your tongue, daring not to let it go. You huffed the pungent gas coming out of him like it was the most depraved drug ever made. Even as your eyes water, your tongue did its duty and continued to milk the piggy’s monster meat with your skillful tongue play. 

	“Ohhhhhhh boy!” You hear Pumba groan. Suddenly the fat boar trots out of your field of view. You take the chance to finally sit up, letting your muscles move and stretch for the first time in what felt like hours but was likely just a half hour or so.

You stand up to follow where Pumbaa is going. He swaggers to and fro as if he can’t walk straight. Even from this distance you can see his anus clench itself. “Oh g-can’t-ohhghhhhh!” Looking closer you could see his mutant sized cock swaying from behind his balls just as massive balls. You followed him, thinking he was going to go further but he stopped short of the mudhole he was playing earlier. You call to him, trying to get his attention but he doesn’t hear you. 

Then you see him get into position.

	‘Is he gonna-’

Answering your own question, you watch Pumbaa squat over the mudhole. The whole situation felt perverted. From what just happened to you a few minutes ago to what's happening now. You didn’t even flinch to grasp at your cock as you watched for the scene to playout in front of you.

“Ohhh shit… I shouldn’t have eaten that last beetle…” He groaned. You hear him straining, pushing as hard as he can. Pumbaa’s shoulders and haunches trembled as he exerted himself as hard as he could.

The pink starfish between his blubbery ass cheeks twitched in front of your eyes before letting out another eyes searing fart from the depths of his guts. Even as he was squatting down from behind, you could see the pink cock was out of its sheath, throbbing frantically. It’s thicker than Your own leg! A single thick vein ran across the mammoth. From the base, to the swirling tip, it wasn’t a cock that should be on a pig or warthog. Just like the rancid smells that came from him, it was something only Pumba could have had.

Another loud rumble escaped from his ass.

You could visibly see the sweat running down his body. For a moment, your focus on the raunchy display is overtaken by a moment of worry for your piggy lover. But that quickly died down as a loud squeal erupts from him and you start to see the pink pucker begin to expand. 

You grasp your cock as you watch a small mass begin to poke its way out from within the warthog’s pink ring. He continues to pant, squeal and groan as the mass tries pushing itself further out. You see his ring struggle to expand slowly, trying to make room for the incoming mass spreading it apart. Your concentration on him intensifies as you watch it all transpire. Was it going to be fast. Was it going to be a lot. Deviant questions ran through your mind with every passing second.

	“HUUUUH! HUUUH!!” Deep grunts come in between the series of sounds. 

Then… Silence.

You feel your own cock tremble as you waited for the next event. 

And the next.

And the next…

Anticipation has you wrapped its fingers as your balls loaded up, ready to see the final master piece in the making. You silently begged for the warthog to let it all out, to get the big finish.

Finally, it happens.

Pumba lets loose a piggy squeal that was deeper than any he’s let out before. Loud enough to leave the vibrations rumble in the base of your own stomach. At the same time, you watch the biggest, fattest log of dark brown, solid shit begin to seep out of his ass. Accompanied by a series of deep, wet farts that leaves you breathless. The load was massive and thick, brown and came out as one solid pieces that just never seemed to end. It just kept coming and coming and coming… Enough to overfill the mudhole easily and just build up. It was like watching a river go down to the lake. Except about one billion times more rancid and burning the air with a musk no being should be able to handle. Visible steam from the shit rose up before your eyes, disgusting and mesmerizing you at the same time. You didn’t even realize you'd fire ropes of your cum onto the pile, leaving a decent pile of cum on top of the pile of stink. You kept on pumping way, feeling yourself empty your own nuts until you realized what you were doing. When you pulled your hands away, you nearly fell over from the sensations of your spent cock and the intense aroma filling your nose.

From his front, you see a thick stream of cum erupt from his cock, flailing around like a tree branch in the wind. You wished you could just grab it and suck on the tip instead of just watching that potent seed go to waste on the ground below.

	“Haaaaaaaa….” Pumbaa couldn’t stop panting as he just kept going. The strip of shit just kept coming. The poor mudhole below him was long since filled. It just continued to spill over. The hot weather made the already intense smell stronger. So much that even you were starting to feel woozy. “UGH!”

With one last push, Pumba’s legendary dump had finally come to an end. His abused backdoor was trembling as it tried to get over what it had just gone through. His tail twitched as it stayed above, daring not to touch the massive pile that he had just created.

When you were sure he was done, you finally approached him. You took a few daring steps towards the source of the pungent aroma and made your way over to face the plump pig. In the process you took witness to just how massive his orgasm really was. Giant splotches of cum covered the ground, enough to fill up small puddles, like after a shower of rain. Not just direction in front of him but thick streaks of the milky junk went maybe ten or fifteen feet in front of him. You were almost sure one splotch on a tree almost twenty feet away was from the pigs impressive weapon. The distance made you wonder how amazing it would feel to have it go off inside.
	“Pumba…?” You cautiously call to him. 

His eyes are glazed over and he’s only panting. You call him again and the warthog topples over, falling into the lake of cum that he’d created in front of him. 

After pulling him a safe distance away from his monument you take a moment to marvel at the impressive package he’s got. You spent so much time on his backside, you never truly got to work on the front. You notice that its caked in a thick film of natural oils and filth. You give it a tentative lick and like a hungry pack, you eagerly begin taking more of him into your mouth. Even after being spent, the thick cut of meat quickly rose back to life while its owner was off to dreamland.

You managed to force the entirety of the length into you, far enough for you to smell the stink of his half full balls. Just like his tongue before, it, it dominated your mouth, taking up any available space that could by the monster. With him on his back, the process was easy enough. And you could enjoy yourself as you bury your nose into his sack. Compared to the ripe stinkhole you had in your face, it wasn’t as intense but that didn’t stop the aroma from still penetrating your mind. It was nothing short of what a male should smell like in the wild: Intense, powerful and leave anyone under it weak in the knee’s if exposed to it for too long. 

You played with the cock in your throat, choking yourself on it a few times before finally pulling back, the bitter aftertaste a welcome flavor in your mouth. You use both hands to vionetly beat off the massive meat, feeling it tremble again. Unlike with the previous show, you wanted to see this pig pop up close and personal.

You go faster, it beats faster.

Faster and faster. Enough to make those huge orbs tremble and twitch below. Right on cue, the cock erupts with another, admittedly half-hearted show of cum. But that didn’t mean it was small by any means, especially for a pig and ESPECIALLY for a warthog monster like Pumba.

It erupted like the end of a river into a massive lake. The big fruit sized nuts tightened up, rearing closer from the base as you watch the large vein thump and tremble. Seconds later, the sharp tip of the cock aimed right at your face gives you a healthy coating of spunk. You feel the hot streaks of cum wash over your face, hard enough to surprise you with the pressure from the previously spent meat. 
You feel it wash over your whole body, soaking into every pore and marking you as property of the massive pig. An overwhelming feeling of warmth washed over you as the pungent cum filled your head. The savory smell of cum and shit had your cock drooling with jizz, being soaked and mixed into the already massive collection that was all over you.  The warthogs monster cock finally gives way and begins to shrink back into his sheath, fully spent after a long day of piggy antics. 

You fall to the ground to, tired from the session and relishing in the perversions you just took part of. 

Why did you do all this?

What was the point of it?

Fuck it if you knew. You got to experience something almost no one gets to and you loved every second of it.

Now you wonder what could happen next time…