Shenzi’s Prisoner

Shenzi smirked to herself when she saw him – the small meerkat creeping along the wall of her cave. She was becoming quite familiar with this one, and wasn’t the least bit surprised to find him here. After all, earlier that day her brothers had hauled home that stinking hog he hung around with, along with Mufasa’s boy, and thrown them both into a set of cages to be dealt with later. Scar would want the prime cut of the pig, and as for the cub… well, they’d decide what to do with him afterwards; Bonzai seemed quite certain of that.
So Shenzi had been half-expecting this little meerkat, Timon, to come stupidly to the rescue. The last time they’d caught the hog and tied him up ready to eat, Timon and the cub had come in together and set him free. But Timon didn’t have a lion with him today, or its claws. Instead, he carried a splint of bone that he’d picked up off the cave floor, and was wielding it in front of him like some kind of weapon. He hadn’t noticed Shenzi yet, and no doubt thought the cave was empty since her idiot brothers had charged out not long before, cackling madly into the Outlands until their voices disappeared over the horizon.
This is going to be fun , Shenzi thought to herself with a mischievous grin as she padded ever so gently up behind the meerkat. He didn’t notice her, his eyes set ahead on the offshoot of the cave where prisoners were kept. She licked her lips, and moved her head slowly until it was level with his, barely a whisker away. He didn’t notice her, stepping determined foot after determined foot towards his destination. She opened her mouth and leant so close that he was almost between her teeth.
He didn’t notice her.
“Boo!” she whispered.

***

Timon’s heart was pounding heavily in his chest, but he knew that he couldn’t back down. The hyenas had struck again, and this time it wasn’t just Pumbaa they had taken, but Simba too. They’d been dragged off while Timon was out collecting grubs, and by the time he’d found their tracks, it was too late. They were inside the cave.
Timon had some horrible memories of that place, ever since the first time Pumbaa had been captured, and this time the hyenas would be expecting a rescue attempt. He just hoped he was in time. He didn’t dare think what might be happening to his friends right at this moment.
He’d already had one near-miss. When he’d reached the mouth of the cave and was about to peer inside, two screeching beasts had charged out. Timon thought for sure he’d been spotted, and he didn’t think he’d be able to outrun hyenas at full charge, but as he dove behind a rock and landed heavily on his face, he could hear their awful laughter drifting away into the distance. He blinked. Rubbed his head.
They’d just left the cave.
Wow , he had thought to himself, how lucky is that?!
From there, it was a simple matter to slip in through the cave opening and head towards the cage hollow. He made sure to cling to the walls, in case the hyenas returned, but he had a feeling they wouldn’t be back any time soon. And, after stubbing his toe on a pile of bones (which he tried not to identify, in case he noticed any Timon-shaped shards and lost his lunch), he spotted one which was long and thin enough to pick through the latch of the hyena’s bone-cage, just like Simba’s claw had done when the two of them had freed Pumbaa.
Despite himself, and his continued fear, Timon allowed himself a slight smile. He knew that the moment he spotted one of those ugly beasts, he’d jam this bone shard right into its eye. Then, when they reared up in agony – bam! bam! – two mighty jabs to the stomach. And when they doubled over and thought he was done – pow! – that was when he’d finish them off with a jumping uppercut to the jaw. They didn’t even stand a chance.
Oh yes, Timon thought, just let them try to stop me now!
He was ready. He gave his bone shard a little test jab as he shuffled closer to the cages. If any hyena made the mistake of messing with him, they’d live to regre-
“Boo”.
Timon leapt a foot into the air and squealed.
He bravely threw aside his weapon and heroically screamed “Pleasedonteatmeohgodidontwannadie!”
There was a moment of silence.
Then the hyena burst into a laugh. Timon felt her hot breath wash over him as he was flecked with saliva, and he couldn’t help but cover his nose and grimace. He should have been used to smells like that – he’d lived with Pumbaa for long enough, after all, and Simba always said the hog’s morning breath was the worst smell in the jungle. But for Timon, nothing smelled worse than a hyena. Maybe it was a meerkat thing, nature’s way of telling him and his kind to stay well away. Whatever it was, it stunk, and the stench of it overrode even his fear of staring into a gaping, dripping hyena maw. He should have just run. He should have tried to get away that very moment, while she was still laughing to herself. He should have done anything except stand there and grimace.
Maybe there’s still time , chimed a helpful voice in Timon’s head.
The hyena suddenly stopped laughing, and raised an eyebrow.
“What are you grabbing your nose for? Do I smell or somethin’?” she demanded.
Oh no… another, much less helpful voice in Timon’s petrified brain offered up, this is going to get much, much worse before it gets better…

***

Shenzi was already enjoying herself. That little display when he’d reacted to her had been priceless, so much more pathetic than she’d hoped to expect. And then, instead of having to chase him down, the stupid creature had just stood there, managing to cower and gape at the same time.
Too easy.
Yet after he had smelt her breath, the meerkat had pulled a horrified face and clutched his nose. He dared to clutch his nose, after spending his days with a warthog so pungent that Ed had slept outside for three days the last time they’d captured him. After he had been freed.
A righteous fury was kindled inside Shenzi, as well as the spark of a plan. A very devious plan.
“What are you grabbing your nose for? Do I smell or somethin’?”
Timon gulped. His knees visibly shook. He whimpered to himself, eyes locked down her throat, where he likely thought he was heading soon.
He’d probably regret being so optimistic.
“Speak up, short fry!” Shenzi demanded, prodding the meerkat hard in the chest, “I asked you a question.”
The little guy stuttered and spluttered, and Shenzi had to fight hard not to smirk. This was just too perfect. Here she was, thinking that her day wasn’t going to plan, and in comes Timon handing himself to her on a silver platter. And no annoying brothers around to suggest ripping him apart, or jamming him in the birdie boiler.
The birdie boiler was for idiots with no imagination. Real hyenas made their own entertainment, and what Shenzi had in mind didn’t require any second opinions.
She’d been thinking about this for a while now. Ever since she’d first come across this particular meerkat, Shenzi had started having… interesting dreams about him. At first, she’d imagined the meerkat to be utterly unwilling, and part of the thrill had been dominating him completely, in ways she’d never tried dominating smaller creatures before. She’d shared those dreams with her brothers, and the three had laughed themselves into hysterics until the cave was practically shaking. What she hadn’t shared were the more recent dreams, where this particular meerkat – Timon – had changed, and instead of being a creature to dominate was becoming more of a… partner. Shenzi had been horrified of herself the first few times she’d dreamt like that, but now she was starting to enjoy them more.
After all , she reassured herself, they all end the same way. With him inside of me.
Tonight, one way or another, those dreams were becoming a reality.

***

Tell her she doesn’t smell! Tell her she doesn’t smell!
“You… ah… geez… I just… I was… it… oooh…”
Timon’s knees trembled. His tongue felt like lead. His forepaws wouldn’t stop wringing themselves, like he was trying to squeeze the last drop of juice from a grub. Except now… he was starting to understand how the grubs must feel…
Stop yammering and tell her she doesn’t smell!
Those amber eyes were boring into him, and he could see his own terrified reflection staring back at himself in them. Of all the gawking, repulsive hyenas in the Pridelands, why did it have to be this one? She was the hardest to fool, the smartest of the lot!
Not that that was saying much…
DO NOT INSULT HER INTELLIGENCE! TELL HER SHE DOESN’T SMELL!
“You… you… hoh boy…”
Every time he took a breath to speak, he experienced her terrible hyena stink all over again. He was sure she was breathing on him so closely on purpose. He could feel its warmth wafting over him, getting in his fur and practically stinging his nostrils.
JUST SAY IT! IT DOESN’T EVEN NEED TO BE TRUE! JUST SAY “YOU DO NOT SMELL!”
“I think… ah… you… your… ah…”
How could breath smell so bad? It was unreal! She had to do it on purpose somehow. Maybe she woke up with normal breath and then had to find a diseased skunk to brush her teeth with.
YOU DO NOT SMELL.
It smelt like one of Simba’s belches had found another belch and had babies with it, then those belch babies had died.
YOU . D O . N OT . S MELL .
It smelt like Pumbaa had found some rotten meat, eaten it, then thrown it up onto another pile of rotten meat.
JUST SAY IT !
“It smells like Pumbaa’s thrown up on a pile of rotten meat!”
The hyena blinked in surprise. So did Timon. There was a brief silence between them. Then, Timon chuckled nervously.
“Would you believe I was only supposed to think that?” he squeaked with a shrug.
Shenzi flashed her teeth and gave a bone-chilling growl. Timon shrunk as small as he could and took a few steps back, holding his hands out defensively and realising he should have tried running away a long time ago.
She did not look happy…

***

Shenzi couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so happy!
This idiot just had no self-preservation instincts at all! Most at least tried to fight or flatter, beg or bargain. This stupid meerkat had taken an entire minute to accidentally insult her!
Still, he was fun when he was scared, so she decided to play along. Peeling up a heavy, black lip, Shenzi revealed a row of dangerous fangs that were slick with her saliva, and she gave her best growl; the kind she used when she crept up behind Bonzai sometimes to make him scream. Timon’s reaction was even more fun.
“Is that right?” she asked the meerkat, shoving her snout uncomfortably close to his, “You talk like it’s the worst smell in the jungle.”
Shenzi prodded him again, harder this time, pushing the small meerkat against the cave wall. Then, in a quick movement, she spun around, placing her hind legs either side of him, cutting off his escape. The dumb rat just gaped at her, and she tipped her head upside down to grin at him from between her legs.
“But if you think my breath smells bad, just wait until you get a nose-full of this,” said Shenzi mockingly, and as Timon started to mouth some reply, she lifted her tail and dropped her backside. Just before she reached his head, Shenzi felt tiny hands thrown up in self-defence and pressed against her cheeks, and she could imagine the look on his stupid face as he pressed himself as far into the cave wall as he could. Just thinking about it sent a tingle through her, and she had to force her paws to remain on the ground.
Save yourself, girl, she forced herself to think, no need to rush this. It’ll be more fun if you take your time.
Thinking about how much she could draw this out made Shenzi’s grin widen so much it was almost painful. It was certainly going to be an experience neither she, nor Timon, was ever going to forget.
“Go ahead,” she said, “sniff it. It can’t be worse than my breath, right?”
From somewhere underneath her tail, the meerkat let out a girlish whimper.
“Okay, okay,” he wailed, “I’m sorry, your breath doesn’t smell! Please let me go, I’m not even tasty…”
At this, Shenzi leant her head down, getting her mouth as close as she could to Timon while keeping her rear end balanced above him. She made sure her teeth were on display. Her large, sharp teeth.
“It wasn’t a request,” she snarled, “Get your nose in there. And sniff it .”

***

This was it. Timon’s chance of escape was gone. His back was pressed hard against a cold, rock wall. To his left and right were Shenzi’s heavy paws, and if he tried to move forwards, he’d literally be running into her mouth. But none of that was what was currently occupying his attention. This was because Timon’s view of the rest of the cave had been totally eclipsed by the enormous backside of his hyena tormentor. While he was trying to avoid looking at it, his eyes kept being drawn back to the looming hole at the foot of her raised tail. The hole that glistened slightly in the evening Savannah light, dark and puckered. The hole that swayed slowly from side to side just inches away from his face.
The hole he was being asked to sniff.
“You can’t be serious…” he croaked, still not able to take his eyes from it.
“When have I ever not been serious?” the hyena smirked at him, a devious glint in her eye.
“I… I can’t do that. I can’t…” Timon groaned, and then flinched as Shenzi dropped her ass closer to him.
“Well how’s this for serious then, pipsqueak: do what I say, or I’ll eat you. Right here, right now.”
For a fleeting second, Timon tore his eyes away from the hyena’s ass, and he was greeted with a face-full of fangs. Seeing him stare, Shenzi lunged and snapped her jaws together, and Timon stumbled back, clasping onto the cave wall. He felt her bite fall just short of his flesh, but she did manage to pluck out a hunk of his chest-fur. She spat it back into his face.
“You’ve got two choices, furball,” the hyena sneered.
“Okay, okay,” Timon wailed, wiping his own saliva-coated fur from his eyes, “just don’t eat me!”
Until that moment, he hadn’t even realised that he’d been holding his breath, unconsciously trying to avoid the hyena’s smell. But now it was a choice between that, and her teeth. And the smell was a lot less permanent.
Timon gulped hard and scrunched up his eyes. He couldn’t believe he was about to do this. Better to get it over with quickly. After all, if he obeyed her, she might even let him go.
So, with a world of reluctance, Timon brought his nose closer to Shenzi’s asshole. And sniffed.
He didn’t mean to retch. He’d hoped to be dignified, not to give her the pleasure of seeing him suffer. Yet the stench emanating from the back of this beast was the worst thing he had ever smelt – far worse than her breath had been. It clung to his nose and made his eyes water, seeming to work its way through his whole body until he could practically taste it – a thought that made him gag. He pushed away with his paws as hard as he could, just to put a bit of distance between himself and the source of the odour. Even worse, his face was burning with shame, because he would put a week’s worth of grubs on this being exactly what Shenzi had hoped for.
Sure enough, the cruel hyena seemed to delight in his reaction, and cackled so loudly that it echoed throughout the cave.
“You like that?” she asked him between harsh laughs, tapping him with her feet, “Better or worse than the mouth? Rate it out of ten!”
Hearing that taunting laughter, Timon began to shake, though whether it was with anger or fear he couldn’t quite tell. Either way, it was through gritted teeth that he managed to spit out, “Can. I. Go. Now. Please .”
The hyena paused, and seemed to consider this.
“You know what?” she said, “I bet it’d smell better if I cleaned it every once in a while. So yeah. You can go. If you clean it for me.”
Timon’s eyes widened, and he stood frozen like a statue. His heart felt as if it had dropped right out of his chest and down through the rocky floor. The silence that followed Shenzi’s statement seemed to stretch on for an eternity, and it felt like when he finally spoke, his voice came from a million miles away.
“What… do you mean… clean it?”
Once again, Shenzi brought her head in close to him, so that he felt the warmth of her breath as she murmured almost sensually to him.
“You are gonna clean my ass,” said the hyena, “you are gonna take out that tiny little meerkat tongue of yours, and you are going to lick my ass until I tell you to stop.”
She couldn’t mean it. She just could not actually mean for him to do that. It was the most disgusting, degrading, humiliating thing Timon had ever heard of. He wouldn’t even lick another meerkat down there, and some of the meerkat girls in his colony were stunning. Nothing like this mangy hyena, dirty and stinking and cruel. And for her to even think of making him do that… she must really want him to suffer.
In the silence of Timon’s shock, Shenzi raised an eyebrow, and prodded him again with a foot.
“Well?” she snapped. Timon looked her in the eyes. He wasn’t afraid of those teeth anymore, or the claws. They couldn’t be worse than what she was expecting him to do now.
“No,” he said tonelessly. There was absolutely no way this was going to happen. Not now. Not ever. It just couldn’t. It was unimaginable .
And there was nothing that could change his mind.
“That’s a shame,” Shenzi sulked mockingly, sticking out a large bottom lip, “I was just starting to think about what a good mood it would put me in. It might even make me want to free your friends…”
The hyena trailed off, but Timon snapped to attention and took a step forwards.
“What did you just say?” he gasped.
“Oh, just that I’d free your friends,” Shenzi replied, pushing the meerkat back against the wall with a forepaw, “That’s why you’re here, ain’t it? To save them? That tasty pig, and the troublesome lion that Scar don’t want running around the place. But I’m sure they’ll understand why you chose not to free them. After all, how awful it would be to lick a hyena’s butt. Better they die than you suffer that embarrassment, eh tiny?”
“You’d… they… if…” Timon’s brain was working overtime. He realised that he might not care what else Shenzi did to him , but Pumbaa and Simba were another matter. He’d do anything to protect them.
Anything.
He dropped his gaze to his feet, the prospect of defeat making his face burn with shame, but he forced himself to speak through gritted teeth.
“If I do this,” he hissed, “you swear you will let Pumbaa and Simba go? Unharmed?”
The hyena drew an exaggerated cross over her heart and struck a dignified pose, or as dignified as she could seem when her ass was almost all Timon could see.
“I promise on my honour that if you lick my ass, your friends will no longer be prisoners here,” she announced loudly, “and we won’t touch a hair on their hides.”
“On your honour?” Timon scoffed, “Hyenas have no honour. Swear on something meaningful.”
Shenzi looked at him then, and Timon was almost certain he saw a slight change in her eyes. Was it… some very slight hint of respect?
“Okay,” she said with a lingering smile, “I do swear. I swear on my brother’s lives, on Scar’s kingdom, and on Mufasa’s memory, Simba and the pi- and Pumbaa will be free, and none of you will be harmed. And if you do exactly what I say, when I say it, I’ll let you go too.”
“When?” Timon asked.
The smile came back stronger now.
“Eventually,” the hyena said. Then she wiggled her hips, and lowered her haunches, eclipsing Timon’s view once more. “Now, let’s get that tongue working! I need it clean and I don’t got all day!”
Timon didn’t know if she’d been lying about not cleaning herself. From the smell it certainly seemed true, but perhaps it was just a taunt. For better or for worse, her puckered anus was too dark to make out any details, and he chose to convince himself she was bluffing. The thought of what was about to happen was disgusting enough already…
Taking a deep breath – which he immediately regretted – Timon clenched his fists and clamped his eyes shut. His little pink tongue emerged from between grimacing lips, sticking out straight forwards with utter reluctance. He angled his head upwards, and with glacial speed began to stand up onto his toes.
He shut everything out of his mind. Everything except saving Simba and Pumbaa.
This was what he needed to do. It was the only way.
The tip of the meerkat’s tongue slowly approached the outer rim of Shenzi’s dark pucker.
And got closer.
And closer.
And brushed against it.
Timon’s eyes widened, and his face turned green beneath his fur. He pulled away so hard that he slammed his head on the cave wall, coughing and spluttering, and immediately set about trying to wipe the awful taste from his tongue. It wouldn’t leave. In fact, it felt like it was spreading throughout his entire mouth. The meerkat spat onto the floor, then started to lick his arm urgently to replace the taste. When that didn’t work, he grabbed the next nearest thing, which happened to be Shenzi’s ankle, and dragged his tongue up her mangy grey fur. The stale, sweaty musk of the hyena’s leg was welcome relief compared to what he’d just been exposed to moments before, but he still felt sick to his stomach, and didn’t stop until he got a swift kick from Shenzi.
“One lick?” she asked, eyebrows raised questioningly, “Is that all they’re worth to you, one lousy lick? That wasn’t even a whole lick, that was half a lick. That was a li. I didn’t tell you to li me, I said lick . Properly. Or maybe you’d like me to just release half of your friends? Shall we start with Simba? You want the front half, or the back?”
A shudder ran through Timon’s spine, and he balled his fists over his eyes.
“Geez… hyenas…” he groaned.
He took a moment to ready himself, and then strode back to that taunting hole.
“This would be easier if you weren’t enjoying it so much…” he grumbled, shaking.
Shenzi laughed.
“Oh, I ain’t even started enjoying this yet.”
***

He’s doing it! He’s actually doing it!
In all honesty, Shenzi would probably have let the dumb rat go if he’d have broken down crying - after teasing him for a little while longer, of course, and maybe giving him a few nibbles. She hadn’t really believed he’d actually start licking her. But now he’d done it once, there was no chance he was getting away without doing the whole job.
She’d barely felt his first lick, if it could even be called as much. If he hadn’t reacted so dramatically, she wasn’t sure that she’d have even noticed it. This time, knowing he was actually pathetic enough to do it, she was eagerly waiting. She could feel his breath tickling her behind, and she flexed her pucker a few times for him. She was rewarded with a quiet groan from beneath her tail.
Oh, this was fun!
Paws pressed into her plump asscheeks, and it was clear that the meerkat was preparing himself. Shenzi wiggled her hips.
“I know you’re enjoyin’ the view, furball,” she chirped, “but it ain’t here to be looked at.”
“You’re not helping,” he snapped.
“I’m not trying.”
Those little paws on her ass clenched tight, and Shenzi could feel the meerkat shaking, though she couldn’t tell whether it was with anger or fear. He might even be trying to hurt her. She grinned.
“You’ll have to do better than tha-aaaooohhhhh”
Shenzi’s taunt was interrupted by a small, wet tongue pressing firmly along the side of her pucker and dragging along its whole length. The feeling sent a shiver through her whole body, and made her stomach flutter.
“Okay, yeah,” she breathed, “that was better.”
To his credit, the meerkat didn’t gag this time. He was still clinging tightly to her fur, but it seemed like threatening Simba again had done the trick. After a short pause to gather himself, Timon went in for a second lick. And a third. And a fourth…
It was a strange sensation. His tongue was warm and gentle, following every ridge and bump on her pucker, seeming to find parts of her ass she hadn’t even known were there. His breath caressed her as he licked, and every now and then his tiny nose would brush against her hole as well. Shenzi bit her lip, and her fur started to stand on end.
I should say something mean. Taunt him a little. Just to really rub it in.
Shenzi opened her mouth, and without even meaning to, a deep, throaty moan emerged. She pushed her ass further back and pawed at the ground as the meerkat continued working his magic. Shenzi’s tongue hung loose out of her mouth, and splattered the ground with drool as a blissful smile spread across her face.
I’ll say something mean later…

***

Every lick was torture.
Timon had hoped that, after the first dozen or so, he’d start to become desensitised to the foul taste of the hyena’s rear. If anything, the reverse was true. He’d been licking her for so long that he could no longer remember what nice things tasted like. He started to worry that when – if – he left this cave, every grub he bit into would carry the same musky, sweaty flavour.
He was also missing the hyena’s obnoxious taunts. At first it had been a relief to shut her up, the only aspect of his first true lick that stopped him from ripping out his own tongue. But now she was silent, other than a constant heavy breathing and the occasional moan, and Timon did not want to dwell on how much she might be enjoying this. Trust a hyena to gain that kind of pleasure from something so disgusting, so humiliating and degrading.
As well as that, it meant the sound of his own licks were amplified; he couldn’t ignore a single squelch or slurp, and it was unnervingly similar to the sounds Pumbaa made when he was demolishing a pile of fruit.
What I wouldn’t give to be dining on that instead...
Still, the meerkat knew what was at stake, and despite everything he managed to persevere, running his tongue over and over that pucker for what felt like hours. Finally, his legs ready to buckle and his tongue drier than Savannah grass, Timon was certain he’d covered the whole thing. He bent double, with a paw resting on the hyena’s leg, and panted.
The torment was finally over.
“What do you think you’re doing?” snapped Shenzi.
Timon couldn’t respond straight away. He retracted his numb tongue and lathered it with the tiniest bit of drool he had left.
“I’ve… finished…” he croaked, “I’ve licked… your whole… ass.”
The hyena cleared her throat, and made a great show of bringing one of her paws up between her legs, straddling her hole with two fingers. Then, while Timon watched on with a growing sense of horror, she eased her anus further apart, revealing yet more of the hole to lick. There was a lighter tone to the inside, and it opened up into a tunnel inside the hyena that seemed just large enough for him to slide into.
Timon’s eye twitched.
“Please…” he groaned, “haven’t I… done enough?”
“Oh sure,” Shenzi said, “if you just want the pig free. But the lion? He’s gonna take an extra little somethin’.”
The meerkat gulped, and it felt like swallowing sandpaper. His mouth was so dry, he didn’t think he had a single drop of spit left in his body. At this stage he wouldn’t so much be licking her as rubbing her.
But maybe that would be his saving grace… maybe she wouldn’t enjoy a dry, scratchy tongue.
“I… can’t…” Timon said, a tinge of hope entering his voice, “My mouth… it’s too dry…”
After a moment, the giant hyena ass moved to one side, and Shenzi peered at him quizzically over her shoulder. She looked him up and down, and he opened his mouth wide in an exaggerated display of his lack of spittle. She pouted and seemed to think hard (and naturally any kind of thought was challenging for a hyena, which was an observation that Timon tried very hard not to vocalise), until she appeared to arrive at an idea. She brought her paw down from her spread pucker and up to her mouth, and spat a dripping globule of drool onto one finger. Then, before Timon could react, that finger had darted forwards and rammed itself into his mouth, filling it with Shenzi’s saliva. His eyes shot open in shock, and he tried to pull back, uselessly slamming against the cave wall. Shenzi’s thick finger probed his mouth, rubbing her hyena drool onto his tongue, his cheeks, the roof of his mouth. Timon tried to push her away, but once again she was too strong.
Eventually, when her spit had been worked into every part of the meerkat’s mouth – which was now wetter than it had ever been, to the point that Timon had to keep gulping the drool down to keep himself from drowning in it – Shenzi plucked her finger free. Timon gasped and spluttered. Drool, a mixture of the hyena’s and his own, ran down his furry chest and splattered onto the floor. Shenzi barked a laugh.
“Oh, don’t worry about wasting it,” she smirked, “you get free refills all night! Now… you’ll have to remind me. Where were we exactly?”
Timon glared at her, but she met his gaze with unflinching confidence, and he knew she was going to make him say it sooner or later. Better to get it over with quickly.
“You were showing me more of your ass to lick,” he growled through clenched teeth. Shenzi slapped her forehead in a painfully obvious attempt to act as though she had forgotten.
“Oh yeeeeeeeah ,” she said, bringing her paw down to spread her pucker again, “You know, I’d lose Simba’s head if it weren’t attached to his neck! Which it might well not be if you don’t start lickin’ again…”
Well, he’d known that was coming. With another sigh, and a clenching tightness in his stomach, Timon allowed Shenzi position herself above him again.
And he got back to work.

***

Well well well, the meerkat seemed to be getting more compliant by the minute. She’d barely needed to threaten anyone this time. Maybe the little rat was actually starting to enjoy it…
Shenzi let out a long, satisfied breath as she focussed once again on Timon’s tongue, which was now dutifully caressing her inner ring. Each lick sent a little shiver through her, the meerkat’s warm tongue and warmer breath rolling against her sensitive skin. Her toes clenched along the cave floor. Her paw, that had been spreading her pucker, slide to one side, and then the other, prodding Timon’s hands until he took the hint, and she felt his own tiny paws reach in and spread her ass for her. At first, she didn’t think he’d manage to hold it; she had a lot of butt behind her, and while she felt no shame in that, she did concede that it was a lot for a runty meerkat to handle. Yet Timon managed, sending his licks deeper and deeper into her.
She had to admit, she was impressed. As pathetic as the meerkat was for letting himself be bullied into something like this, now that he’d got into it, he was actually handling himself pretty well. With how he was using that little tongue of his, she’d be amazed if he hadn’t done something like this before.
Probably not with a hyena, but then he wasn’t going to be this lucky every day…
Shenzi gasped as a particular lick sent a pleasurable shudder from the base of her tail all the way up her spine. Her ass clenched, and there was a muffled squeak from between her legs as the meerkat’s muzzle was trapped by her ring of muscle. Before she knew what she was doing, Shenzi’s paw was back up there, and she pressed it into the back of Timon’s head.
“Doing good, little furball,” she breathed, stroking the tuft of his furry head, or at least the parts of it still outside of her ass, “just a little bit longer and Simba and the pig’ll be free. Just a little bit longer. And just a little bit deeper! ”
With this last word, Shenzi shoved hard on the meerkat’s skull, and suddenly his whole head slid into her hole, all the easier thanks to his hard work lubricating it for her. Timon had, somehow, appeared not to predict this eventuality – or maybe he had, and it was just worse than he had predicted – as he suddenly started pushing against her cheeks in a vain attempt to get his head free from her insides. He even curled up his body so he could add a leg into the effort, kicking her with the other. This was fortunate, since it allowed her to easily scoop her paw beneath his butt and hold him in place.
It felt good. But she wanted more of him.
Shenzi started applying gentle pressure upwards, angling the struggling meerkat so that he sank further inside of her. He was struggling every second of the way, but that didn’t matter; with his head held tight in her ass and his lower body gripped in her paw, there was nowhere he could go.
Well, nowhere except her colon…
By the time his shoulders were slipping in, Shenzi was panting. It was starting to be a tight fit now, but that was all the better. She wanted it to be tight for him. She wanted him to be squeezed and squashed inside of her, until he couldn’t remember where he ended and she began. Besides, she wanted to feel every movement he made, every tickle from his fur and whiskers, every reverberation from his whiny complaints. She wanted him inside of her.
Completely.
“Okay, you dumb rat,” Shenzi panted, once Timon’s arms were pinned by his sides, only his paws poking from her stuffed hole, his legs now kicking against the air, “you know what to do now.”
Apparently Timon thought she was instructing him to shout muffled profanities and flail his legs uselessly. This continued until Shenzi squeezed her ass as tight as she could manage, easily knocking the breath from his lungs as her muscles gripped him from all sides.
“Don’t you?” she growled, though she didn’t even try to hide her grin.
He did. Of course he did. And it wasn’t long before his tongue emerged once more, and dragged its way along her insides. Shenzi’s eyelids fluttered.
Oh Holy Africa it feels even better on the inside!
As the licks got deeper and deeper inside of her, Shenzi lowered her chest to the ground, raising her hindquarters high into the air and sliding a forepaw between her legs. She was already wet, and enjoying the experience far more than she’d expected to. At first, she ran a clawed finger backwards and forwards along herself, biting her lip and closing her eyes. She slipped a finger inside, and without thinking she clenched her anus tightly, causing a muffled moan that sounded like it was coming from her stomach. The parts of Timon that weren’t tightly stuffed into her tail hole flailed slightly, and gave some soft kicks, but they both knew he was going nowhere.
When his licks resumed, Shenzi starting sinking her fingers faster and deeper, her juices seeping into her paw fur. She knew exactly how to please herself, stroking her lips and brushing the back of a claw against her clit, speeding up until she felt ready to burst and then slowing back down again to keep the fun from ending. Even better, every caress, every rub, was accompanied by that hot, wet tongue that managed to find all the right places. When she was building herself up, a little squeeze of her behind elicited a delightful squirm, and when she was slowing down, she would simply soak in the moment, focus on every movement of that magic tongue.
It was bliss.
And it wasn’t ending any time soon.

***

Timon didn’t know what was most horrific about his situation. For one, the stench had amplified itself tenfold now that he was so much closer to the source, with no fresh air or ventilation. Each time he breathed in, he felt lightheaded, as if the stink of her was going to overwhelm him and knock him unconscious – although he knew that if he stopped resisting, even for a second, she would see no reason to release him. She’d probably even accuse him of liking it…
But that wasn’t all. This deep inside, the possibility of her being clean was so much slimmer. The meerkat was only grateful that he had been plunged into near darkness, not able to see the slimy passage he was now tasting. And he was at least able to be somewhat distracted from the lingering flavour of her ass by the painful clenches of muscle all around him, squeezing him tight until all of the air inside of him was pushed out in a squeaking breath. She had only done it once or twice at first, but now it was picking up a certain rhythm, to the extent that, mostly, Timon could prepare himself before he was squashed almost flat by her anal walls.
It was with a sinking feeling in his stomach that he began to realise why there was a pattern to it. He could only just hear, beyond the heavy, encompassing tunnel he found himself in, a regular panting. Once he had noticed that, he started to pick up on a slight rocking sensation, one that sent him, inch by inch, sliding further inside the hyena. And when the rocking increased, the clenching followed.
She’s… pleasuring herself! he realised, not sure if that or his most recent lick made him feel more sick.
That was the last straw! He had to get himself out of here! There was no way his torment was going to bring the mangey hyena to orgasm! And every second of inaction was allowing him to slip further into his captor’s ass; if he didn’t act now, he’d be stuck inside until she decided to let him out. The thought filled him with horror.
Urgently, Timon brought up his hands and tried to grab onto the slimy walls around him. His fingers slipped and slid, but soon found something close to purchase. At the same time, he spread his knees – now one of the only parts of him remaining free of Shenzi’s ass – and started to wiggle his shoulders, trying to crawl back like some kind of caterpillar. He got his whole body involved, swaying from side to side and squirming as hard as he could.
Is it… yes! I think it’s working! Just a little… bit… more…
The walls of Shenzi’s ass slammed into Timon from all sides at once, and he wheezed as his lungs were squeezed of their contents.
“Keep licking in there!” the hyena ordered.
It took Timon a moment to recover, but once he had done, he realised she hadn’t actually shoved him further inside. She’d noticed his lack of licking, but perhaps didn’t realise he was attempting to escape. Maybe… if he just licked at the same time… he could free himself before she realised what was happening…
With a grimace, Timon stuck out his tongue once more, dragging it along Shenzi’s tight tunnel. And once he felt that rhythm picking up once more, he restarted his wriggling, spreading out his fingers to grope for any drier spot he might pull himself along on.
This had to work.
It just had to…

***

Shenzi shuddered and let out a moan, in a way she hadn’t done since she first began to pleasure herself as a cub, when she had imagined being taken by Mufasa in every way imaginable. These days she had to lie, of course, and pretend she’d been imagining Scar, but there wasn’t a creature in the animal kingdom who had made her feel the way Mufasa used to.
Until now, of course.
Funny that the noble old beast should be overthrown by little more than a glorified furry butt-plug.
She honestly hadn’t imagined, though, that Timon could get so into all of this. Not only was he licking the insides of her ass, but now he was squirming around in the most stimulating way, using his whole body to caress her tunnel, tickling her with his fur and probing her with his fingers. Perhaps he really was enjoying this.
Frankly, she didn’t care either way.
Tail high in the air, chin practically on the floor, Shenzi was too absorbed in her pleasure to even notice when the meerkat’s wiggling rear-end emerged so far from her butt that it collided with the sloping cave wall. Shenzi slobbered and panted as jolts of euphoria ran through her, and she bucked slightly. Timon, almost half-way towards his escape, hit solid stone, lost his footing, and was sent sliding back into Shenzi’s tight tunnel, which eagerly received him up to his ankles.
The heyna’s whole body tensed up. Her paw slid inside of her once more, and then a shudder, starting between her legs and spreading to the tips of her fur, rocked Shenzi’s whole being. She felt her paw gripped by her own orgasmic contractions, and realised that in her other hole, Timon must be experiencing the exact same thing. Her body rocked again. She threw up her head, and her primal cry of pleasure echoed throughout the entire cave.
Shenzi’s head swam with warmth.
Her every muscle seemed to relax with satisfaction.
She collapsed to the cave floor, panting.
It must have been several minutes that Shenzi lay there, motionless except for the rising and sinking of her chest, a smile stuck on her jaw that was so big it hurt. Inside, the meerkat wasn’t moving either. A vague thought swam into her lazy, bliss-addled brain, wondering if she had broken him, but then she felt his breath against her colon, and she put him out of her mind.
I could sleep right here , Shenzi thought, as she plucked her paw from its wet, warm place between her legs. Even taking it out felt great.
Then, without even meaning to, the hyena felt her pucker clenching beneath her tail. Slowly, very slowly, the last visible parts of the meerkat were disappearing inside of her. His toes, squashed together by her rear end and starting to wriggle defiantly, finally popped in, followed by the steady retreat of his tail. Then, at last, the tip of that tail was pulled inside, and Timon was completely sealed within her.
The licks had stopped now. She hadn’t felt any, in fact, since she’d reached her euphoric orgasm. Shenzi rolled onto her back, closed her eyes, and rubbed her stomach.
“I don’t know what you’ve stopped for,” she announced loud enough for her captive to hear, “just because I’m finished doesn’t mean you are. I want it completely clean in there, and that’s an all-night job. So keep that tongue moving, and if I can feel it going the moment I wake up, I might let you have your friends back. But if you’ve stopped, you’ll just have to stay up there for another night, and another, and as many more nights as you need until you get it right.”
Shenzi heard, from deep inside of her, a whimpering groan. For a moment, she thought he was going to try and defy her, but as she opened her mouth to reprimand the small creature she felt his tongue getting back to work.
A pleasant shiver ran up her back, and a contended smile spread across her face. She’d never been more comfortable.
Oh yes , she decided, as she drifted off into a wonderful sleep , we definitely need to do this again .

***

“Timon!” Pumbaa shouted as the two of them bounded back into their normal camp, safely home after a daring escape from the hyena cave, and the three hour walk back, “Timoooooooon!”
“He’s not here,” Simba said, shaking his head, “Just typical. We’re caught by those lousy hyenas and where’s he? Off scrounging for grubs, or chatting up those mongoose girls by the waterhole or something.”
Pumbaa frowned to himself as Simba rolled lazily into the pile of vines that made his bed.
“Do you think we should go find him?” asked the warthog, and Simba just shrugged.
“Eh. Hakuna matata,” he said.