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“Well, well, well,” Dingodile drawled, “Looks like I caught myself a couple of naughty bandicoots.”

The mutant hybrid had caught the pair having some fun on his own patch of swamp territory. His eyes were trained on the two as they stood there standing in place.

Crash and Crunch exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to say. It was one thing to be caught trespassing but it was another entirely to see having sex too. Instead of being mad, Dingodile chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Don't worry, boys,” he said, “I'm not here to start a rumble. In fact, I'm willing to let you stay here if you're willing to have some fun with me.”

The pair of bandicoots looked at each other, their curiosity piqued.

“What kind of fun are you talking about?” Crunch asked, his voice low and cautious. If he knew anything about Dingodile, it was that you couldn’t make a deal with him without getting all the details.

“I'm good with anything, boys. Top or bottom. Just looking for a good time is all,” the dingo-crocodile told them. There was a smirk on his face but Crunch didn’t sense anything more. He seemed to be telling the truth.

Crash and Crunch exchanged another glance, their minds racing with possibilities. They had just begun to explore each other’s bodies and now they were being asked to get intimate with someone else. For the first time they really started to take notice of Dingodile's big, powerful body. He was already nude just like them, making no attempts to hide his fat maleness and his low hanging, perfectly spherical balls. Crash and Crunch alike, they were starting to see their sometimes-foe in a new way.

“And enough for the glaring, mate,” Dingodile huffed. “Clearly I ain’t got nothing. Not knives, flamethrowers or anything else like that. Got it all hanging out, just like you. So we’re either doing this or you’re outta here.”

“Alright,” Crunch finally said, his voice firm as he spoke for the pair. “We'll do it.”

“So, what do you want us to do?” Crunch then asked, keeping his tone even. But he was also steeling himself, ready to do something if this did turn out to be a trick all along.

Dingodile chuckled, his eyes narrowing as he looked back and forth between them. “Well, Crunch, why don't you get down on your knees in front of me? And Crash, you can get behind me.”

The pair of bandicoots did as they were told, climbing out of the water and kneeling onto the soft earth, getting into the positions. Crunch was given a full view of the hybrid’s hefty package, watching as the already thick shaft was inflating to full mast. On the other end, Crash was able to see the tailhole that was usually hidden beneath the large lifted tail. Of course by this point neither were suspecting that this was a trick anymore. Both were instead starting to feel a building arousal and desire towards the large male, Crash especially felt his mouth watering at the sight before him.

“Now put those mouths to work.”

Being the one to start it off, Crunch gently and curiously caressed the massive hybrid's throbbing shaft with his eager tongue. He traced every inch of the erect flesh, starting from the root and gliding all the way up to the sensitive tip, getting a good feel for the whole thing. It was bigger than Crash’s but it was more of the same thing. That realization made the task presented to him less daunting. Dingodile stood over him, letting out a low pleasurable moan as he felt the smooth tongue going again, rhythmically moving from base to tip in a repeated pattern. He looked down and watched the bigger bandicoot lavish his cock touch that started out delicate at first but was already becoming even better as Crunch dared to put more effort into his actions, really exploring the shaft, feeling the way it was pulsing against his lips.

As Crunch focused his attention entirely on the mutant hybrid’s cock, Crash decided it was time for him to act as well. He leaned in closer, marveling at the sheer size of the hybrid's wide voluptuous rear.

More excited than curious, he reached out his hands to fondle and squeeze, causing Dingodile to jolt in surprise.

“Oi!” Before any protests could escape the hybrid's lips, Crash silenced them by running his tongue all over the tight ring nestled between the plump cheeks. Dingodile's moans grew louder as Crunch’s mouth enveloped his tip, just as Crash started to trace along the winking rim’s shape.

Dingodile's body was practically melting as the bandicoots were using their tongues on his front and back. The sensations of his rim becoming slicker and his cocktip being suckled on at the same time was already driving him wild. He could tell they were relatively new to this but they were doing just good enough.

“Have you two done this before?” Dingodile asked.

“Kind of our first time, actually,” Crunch admitted.

“Could have fooled me,” the dingo-croc chuckled and then groaned as he reached his hand down and pushed his tip back into Crunch’s mouth.

Crash had eagerly embraced his duty of rimming, being quicker to take things further as well. Without a second thought he was delving his tongue deep into Dingodile's tight hole. Having his ass suddenly spread by the muscle sent a jolt down the bigger male’s spine. And right after that came the onslaught of excited licks. Letting out muffled moans of his own, Crash explored the depths of the other mutant’s tight insides, relentlessly teasing the velvety walls with his tongue.

Just from Crash’s actions alone, Dingodile's arousal catapulted higher. Adding to that, Crunch dared to take more of his plump rod into his mouth. Crunch keeping his lips wrapped around the thickness, he savored the precum that oozed from the tip, finding the taste much better than he expected it to be. After swallowing it, Crunch started to do what he did for Crash, moving his head back and forth, taking Dingodile’s inches just a bit deeper into his mouth with each bob.

“Oh…Dip me in butter..!” Dingodile panted.

Encouraged by the non-bandicoot's loud cries, Crunch increased the speed of his head movements just as Crash also started to do more, pushing the full length of his tongue inside and using it to aggressively lick all over Dingodile's walls.

From the moans coming from the male between them, Crash and Crunch knew they were doing a good job and kept it up, putting more speed and effort into it when they could. The combined sounds of moans and slurps filled the air, overpowering the gentle whispers of swamp nature surrounding them. With each flick of Crash’s tongue and suck of Crunch’s mouth, Dingodile's precum flowed freely, giving the bigger bandicoot even more to drink down. As the passionate mouthwork continued from both ends, Dingodile could feel his swollen balls tightening, his cock throbbing all the harder as it got ready to release.

“W-wait a moment, boys. This ‘dile’ ain’t ready to blow just yet,” Dingodile said, his voice straining as he fought to hold back his climax. Thankfully the pair eased off, Crash still having his tongue out as he panted softly and Crunch humming as he licked the remaining precum from his lips.

“I need a break, mates,” Dingodile panted. “But fuck me, you two are good with those tongues. How ‘bout I show you what I can do with mine?”

Crash and Crunch looked at each other, their eyes gleaming with excitement. Honestly neither would have expected Dingodile of all people to offer himself like that. Of course they weren’t going to say ‘no’ either, instead nodding at the same time.

Dingodile stepped back and then reached a hand out, running his fingers through Crash's hair. The smaller bandicoot shivered at his touch, being surprised by how tender and sensual it was.

“First, I wanna taste Crash,” Dingodile said, his voice low and seductive. “I want to feel your cock in my mouth, and I want to hear you moan while I’m gobbin’ off.”

Crash's eyes widened with surprise, but he couldn't deny the desire that was coursing through his veins. He rose to his feet and stepped forward, his cock already standing at full attention. Dingodile then grunted as he got down low enough to be eye level with Crash’s crotch.

Then the large, overweight hybrid moved with effective speed, enveloping Crash's manhood with his mouth. Stuffing all of it in his mouth and moving his tongue right away, grinding the broad slightly rough muscle all the erection. A mischievous chuckle escaped Dingodile's lips, a response to the moans that emanated from Crash right away.

Giving the other male pleasure but also showing his own level of skill, Dingodile was bobbing his head back and forth a smoothness, even taking some of it into his throat without missing a beat. All the while, his tongue remained firmly pressed against the sensitive underside of Crash's shaft, allowing him to feel every pulse.

Dingodile wasted no time in engulfing the entire length into his hungry mouth. His throat even more of his inches in, giving them firm squeezes that milked out spurts of precum. The mutant’s actions were relentless, keeping the sensations strong and going without pause. He was giving the tip in particular plenty of licks, even teasing beneath the foreskin, further showing how talented he was with his dexterous tongue. The way that his cock became so hot and sloppy in such a short amount of time, the way it was being squeezed by the hybrid’s throat was driving Crash wild. As Crash's moans grew louder, Dingodile looked over and caught sight of Crunch pleasuring himself while watching the erotic scene unfold in front of him, groaning deeply as he palmed and stroked his dick.

Dingodile had done this to calm himself down and yet he could still feel his own cock throbbing hard and leaking plenty of precum onto the ground below. He kept focus on servicing Crash, his mouth early sucking while still bobbing back and forth, he started to swallow the precum that Crash was letting loose. As he continued to pleasure the smaller bandicoot, Crash’s eyes fluttered and he let out a breathy moan. In addition to the sounds of his sucks, there were Dingodile’s groans that came as a reaction to the flavor he was receiving.

Wanting even more, the dingo-croc all but slammed his mouth back onto Crash's engorged meat, relishing the even stronger pulsating sensation against the tight walls of his throat. The sound of Crash's escalating moans was making him even more excited. He continued his efforts with fervor, keeping the bandicoot’s throat deep into his throat when he would ram his head forwards. What wasn’t in his throat was being licked all over. Adding to that, his large rough hand made contact with the smaller male’s balls, rubbing them with the same amount of aggression he showed while using his mouth. The palming of his sack and tongue running all over, had Crash panting deeply and seeing stars, all but drooling on himself from the intense waves that overtook him.

Crash wasn’t sure how much more of this he could handle. Each bob, lick and suck. They came one after the other and with so much effectiveness. This was only the second blowjob he’d ever gotten from another guy, but he could just tell that Dingodile was an experienced and talented cocksucker. And it was all getting him all the closer to his limit. After a few more effective sucks, Crash reacted by arching his back and raising his voice. He reached out and gripped the bandicoot’s head, wanting him to keep it right where it was.

As his eyes rolled back and his tongue hung from his mouth, Crash surrendered himself to the overwhelming pleasure that surged through him, his cock throbbing and releasing streams of hot seed that quickly filled Dingodile's eager mouth. Without hesitation, Dingodile swallowed every drop, determined not to waste a single ounce of the delicious essence. With every pulse came another gush of his spunk, giving his mouth and throat that satisfying warming sensation. And the taste of Crash's seed had a pleasantly tangy aftertaste, likely from the amount of wumpa fruits he ate.

He pulled his mouth off when the last spurt came, letting the flavor linger on his taste buds. “There…one down,” Dingodile panted as he licked his lips. Then he looked at Crunch. “Ready for your turn, ya big lunk?”

“You’re one to talk,” Crunch said with a chuckle as he stepped up and presented his cock to the hybrid.

Dingodile was just as ready to go, starting out with some tender traces of his fat tongue, getting a feel for the cock that was girthier than Crash’s. He started with the tip, tracing along its shape. From this, Crunch let out a low murmur, the sound encouraged Dingodile to continue his actions. With each stroke of his tongue, Dingodile left behind his saliva. It was spread all over, making the bigger bandicoot’s cocktip glisten. A bit impatient to get to the good stuff, he parted his lips and took on the challenge of fitting the thicker shaft into his maw. It didn’t take long at all for him to adjust, gaining even more satisfaction from the way Crunch’s cock throbbed and leaked over his tongue.

It got even better for Crunch when the sucking began. Right from the beginning, the sounds of his licks and slurps were loud, sending waves of arousal through them both. Knowing exactly what to do, the hybrid teased the bigger bandicoot’s cock by rubbing his tongue along the underside and then moving to the sides. He moved about with a deliberate slowness, gradually taking more and more inches, pausing when he reached the middle point of Crunch’s cock. The sensation was obviously good for him as he was releasing plenty of precum right from the state. Its rich consistency and potent flavor washed over Dingodile’s taste buds, leaving him wanting even more right away.

On top of feeling his cock being enveloped, Crunch was able to look down and watch as the inches disappeared within Dingodile’s muzzle. And then his head started to move back and forth, his lips wrapping around and his tongue still twirling all over. The russet furred bandicoot’s moans grew louder, his whole body pulsing. He wasn’t given a moment’s rest, stuck reacting to every little thing that the other large mutant was doing.

“You really are good with that mouth,” Crunch praised.

Dingodile wasn’t given the chance to answer. Crunch’s hand came down and pushed him firmly down, making his cock plunge even further into the dingo-croc’s throat. When the next gush of his precum came out, Dingodile was actually surprised by the force behind the spray of hot, viscous fluid. He had to take a moment to focus on swallowing it, needing to do that all over again as another spurt came right after.

Once he got control of the situation again, Dingodile resumed with more speed and greater use of his tongue and throat. Crunch was breathing heavily and grunting through his teeth as he felt his balls churning, tightening and getting ready to send their contents along. When the next push of Dingodile’s head came, Crunch grunted deeply. His cock began to swell, and his balls indeed lifted, carrying their contents along. From there the cum blasted out with full force. In such a short amount of time, the hybrid’s mouth was filled with so much jizz. With the tip already in his throat, the fluid was just gushing down into his stomach, hardly needing to be swallowed because of the force used to eject it. In return, Dingodile eyes rolled as he took big gulps, pulling the rich substance down into his gut.

He should have assumed from the start that Crunch would be cumming harder and in much greater volume than the smaller bandicoot. The walls of his throat were still working on Crunch’s flesh. He felt the next pulse and gush that came before he swallowed. The large hybrid was actually becoming overwhelmed by the waves of thick and hot spunk that was being volleyed from the tip. At this point his muzzle was overflowing with it all. Just as he was starting to get a handle on it, Crunch withdrew his own cock, stroking and shooting the last of his loads all over Dingodile’s face, his satisfaction being voiced in the form of deep, hearty moans.

The last of Crunch’s load was lapped out with just as much hunger. Drawing his tongue across his lips and snout, Dingodile collected and savored every little bit of the other male’s spunk, letting out a deep hum as he did so. Now that he was done, he was finally ready to finish what had been started. And he was very pleased to see that the pair of bandicoots were still erect and ready to continue just as much as he was.

“Now I’m gonna finish what we started,” he said firmly while looking at Crunch and then Crash. “I want you in front again, but on your back this time. And Crash. You’re behind.”

Crunch did as he was told, laying flat on his back while Dingodile came stalking up; reaching out, gripping the bigger bandicoot’s legs and hoisting them up, getting the chance to see his hole. The sight alone had his erection throbbing with need. “You ready for this, mate?”

Crunch let out a low grunt as he nodded, his body tensing as the other large mutant acted right away, coming in closer and prodding his tip to Crunch’s hole.

“Just take a deep breath. I’ll be in before you know it,” Dingodile assured him. With that being said he started to slowly push his way inside, making Crunch gasp and shake even more.

Crash was watching the penetration from behind, able to see the erection disappearing past the spread rim of his friend, hearing the groans from the bigger pair. His own cock was throbbing from it all, compelling him to do something more than just observe. He reached his hands out, running them over Dingodile’s wide, plump behind, his touch making the hybrid jump a bit but then he relaxed and chuckled.

“Just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” he asked. Putting his focus back on Crunch, he proceeded to thrust, pushing the rest of his thick length inside of the hot, tight hole, letting out a deep moan as he did so. Crunch was left reeling from the sudden deep penetration, letting out yet another gasp when his erection was suddenly and roughly grasped. It was being stroked just as Dingodile started to rock his own hips. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he growled, his voice being low and husky.

He could feel Crash behind him, still rubbing at his ass for the most part, groping and kneading his wide cheeks, pulling them apart to get a good look at the winking hole he had rimmed earlier, how it got closer and further in time with Dingodile’s thrusts. “You wanna another piece of this, Crash?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

Crash nodded eagerly, his eyes still locked to the hybrid's hole. Dingodile already knew what the answer would be before he asked and simply leaned forwards, giving the other bandicoot the room needed to do even more. “Go ahead then, mate,” he said, looking over his shoulder. “But you’re not gonna lick. No, you’re gonna fuck me like you mean it.”

First he felt the firm grasp on his wide hips, then came the hard, warm thing throbbing in between his cheeks. He growled out again, feeling a mix of pleasure and anticipation, his sharp teeth being clenched as Crash began to penetrate him. The precum from Crash’s tip acted as further lube, working with the saliva that was already there from the rimming. The entry was much smoother and pleasant than either had expected. Despite Crash’s smaller stature, Dingodile was taken by surprise in the best of ways, feeling full from the last inch sinking into his depths.

He felt the first pull back and thrust, causing his own hips to thrust forwards. Crash was stronger than he looked after all. Crash was starting to take control, gaining momentum as his length was driving itself through the tight rear. And with every one of those pushed, he drove himself deeper into Dingodile, who was also penetrating Crunch at the same time. They were working off of each other, moaning and grunting in unison, their bodies trading the pleasure back and forth.

Positioned right in between Crash and Crunch, Dingodile was finding himself in a state of euphoria, his cheeks flushed and his breath coming out in heavy pants. The clashing moans from the smaller and larger orange furred creatures filled his ears, driving him wild. He needed even more! With Crash thrusting deep into him and Crunch clenching down, Dingodile couldn't have held back his groan if he tried. His voice was louder than the other two, echoing throughout the swamp area.

All of his sensitive areas were either being stroked by Crunch’s anal walls or struck by Crash’s cock, keeping his lust at its peak and his cock throbbing with full force. Copious amounts of precum were being let loose into Crunch’s tailhole, making him feel so warm and sticky so quickly. Spots he didn’t know he had were being touched and stretched out by Dingodile’s thickness, leaving him to groan aloud; even more so when Dingodile’s thrusting began to speed up, making his body rock even more against the ground. He could even hear the wet squishes of the cock going in and out inside of him. His own shaft was leaking a lot as well, his precum allowing Dingodile’s strokes to come smoother and quicker, keeping the pleasure intense for him as well.

Crash couldn’t be forgotten as his thrusts were what made Dingodile lurch forwards. When he would go faster or harder, Dingodile had to adjust and act accordingly and by now they were both going hard and fast into the respective hole that their cocks were penetrating, pummeling the other’s prostate and releasing greater amounts of their precum inside.

A few more forceful thrusts from him, followed by a final much harder slam from Crash was enough to overwhelm Dingodile. He couldn’t hold back any longer. His body shook as the waves of blinding pleasure washed over him, causing his balls to tighten. They churned and drew up while sending his seed surging through his cock and into Crunch’s ass, making that hot and sticky feeling within him all the stronger. From the hybrid's own final hard thrust, Crunch was made to huff and shoot his loads all over Dingodile’s stroking fist, coating his fingers in the thick, viscous fluid. And on the other end of it all was Crash, giving a few shallow humps that led to him shooting his own loads deep into Dingodile’s guts, also giving him the feeling of being seeded from deep inside.

They were all basking in their peaks together, sharing the rush that kept their balls throbbing until the final drops of their seed were spilled in one way or another. Panting heavily, Dingodile managed to catch his breath and looked back at Crash with a satisfied grin. “Well, well, mate. That was one hell of a ride. You sure know how to make a bloke feel good.”

Crash simply nodded in agreement, he was still panting from the rush he was feeling.

Crunch, still recovering from his own climax, let out a chuckle. “I'd say we all had a pretty good time, didn't we?” He playfully patted Dingodile's side, causing the latter to let out a small laugh.

“You're not wrong there, mate. I'm not sure if I'll be able to walk straight for a while, but it was definitely worth it.”

Crash gave a thumbs up and a wide smile, conveying his satisfaction with the encounter.

The three of them shared a moment of contentment, basking in the aftermath. As they slowly began to untangle themselves, they all felt that this was just the start of...something.

Dingodile, with a final wink at Crash, spoke up. “Well, lads, I don't know about you, but I could use a nice, long soak to wash away the sweat and... other things.”

Crunch and Crash were quick to agree, and the trio got up to head for the cool waters again, ready to cleanse themselves and finally escape the day’s heat.