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Mufasa nearly died of heart arrest as a result of it.

Instead, he hid in his mom's basement cave and played with himself, staring at the scratched porn drawing of Sarabi with F-cup sized kitty milkers - all ten of them, on the cave's rocky interior walls.

"Life's not fair..." he murmured. Scar has several reasons to dislike Zazu, one being he is Mufasa's right-hand man.

Seeing it brought inside by it's owner Zazu had the same feel as when your mom coming home from the groceries with your favorite snack. do lighten up, Sing something while I let you bounce on my lynx dicks!"

Scar then rested on his back with his erect dong displaying a single skyline to his view, his own statue of Liberty - Specializing in liberating Zazu out of the closet.

"My rectum is currently on rehab after your last penetration!"

But Scar didn't pay much attention to it. The lone lion then gave the bird a pouncing lesson in the rectum and acquainted him to his own cum vomiting bird.

"ARRHG!" Zazu yelled englishly as if famed British actor, Rowan Atkinson, possessed him. Timon moaned in ecstasy, his body arching as he felt the stretch, the fullness of Simba’s length filling him completely.

The anus was much paler, tighter, and forbidden than a lioness butthole. Afterwards, he let his captive bird take his whole two butt slamming inches in the avian's rearhole. His fur glistened under the midday light, each strand highlighting the powerful contours of his broad shoulders and lithe, athletic body. all you need is a little garnish!"

Scar withdrew his pelvic buttplugger out of Zazu and Zazu farted guano.

Simba’s paws roamed over Timon’s back, tracing the curve of his spine before settling on his hips. They moved together in a rhythm as old as the savannah, Simba thrusting deep and steady from behind in a classic doggy-style position, each stroke deliberate and passionate. "I should've been king"

Then, all of a sudden, Zazu the bluebird intruded his room and lectured him about the dangers of masturbation addiction.

But as he was introduced to the bird's tempting poultry booty, all of his rage dissipated. Simba’s heart raced, his tail flicking with nervous excitement, while Timon’s ears perked up, his gaze lingering on the lion’s powerful physique.

“You look like you’ve got the weight of the world on those broad shoulders,” Timon said with a teasing smile, his voice a velvet whisper that sent shivers down Simba’s spine.

Simba leaned forward, his chest fur brushing against Timon’s back, wrapping his arms around him in an embrace that made their coupling feel like a sacred union. "Oh, Zazu, don't be ridiculous... Scar...

His fur was a soft blend of earth tones, accentuating the curve of his hips and the strength in his lithe limbs. The pleasure built like a storm, waves of ecstasy crashing over them until Timon cried out, his own cock pulsing as he came, ropes of hot cum spilling onto the grass beneath him.

Simba followed soon after, his climax a roaring release, filling Timon with warm, thick streams of seed that marked their bond.

If he did, he would have seen his nephew, Simba, rocketed out of his mother's cat vagina off a cliff. The wind carried the scent of wildflowers and distant rains, stirring a restlessness in his heart that he couldn’t quite name—until he stumbled upon a hidden glade, where Timon, the clever suricate with his sleek, sandy fur, bright eyes, and nimble form, was lounging by a crystal-clear stream.

Timon, with his quick wit and playful demeanor, had always been a free spirit, his small but toned body radiating an effortless charm.