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That time of the year had come again. During a certain time span the swamp-dwelling hybrid was struck with a need to breed that was much stronger than what he experienced any other time of the year. It was so strong because of the components that made up his being, their heat cycles jettisoning his lust into overdrive. Dingodile was struck with the feeling the moment he opened his eyes, the next thing he recognized was the grizzly reek of his own cum. Being a strange creature, Dingodile had strange habits and took to marking his territory, being his trailer, by painting the walls with his jizz, their state being greatly discolored and even peeling in some places.

“Rahh! Alright, alright. I feel ya down there..!” Dingodile huffed. His cock was fully hard, being that way since the moment he woke up. Fully coherent, the hybrid was forced to grunt from the throbbings’ strength. Extending his hand, Dingodile felt his fingers failing to fully wrap around his own monster of a cock. It was already big before but during those time travel and interdimensional shenanigans, the dingo-croc managed to sneak away and traverse one that had affected him in a very beneficial way.

Even with his plump belly, his cock had become large enough to nearly reach his chest but even that was outdone by the thickness that he could only truly handle if he were using both hands. Dangling low from their sheer weight were a pair of coconut sized balls, pulsating from the hefty loads they were keeping contained. There was an ache there as well, as if the roiling fluid was straining to get out. Just before he really got started, Dingodile took a moment to admire his shaft, not just its sheer size but also its shape. Its thickness was consistent from tip to base, pure thickness that was guaranteed to stretch out any hole on its receiving end.

With his cock pulsing on his belly, Dingodile was able to see the opening that was also wide, naturally allowing a lot of fluid at once to escape. A single night was plenty of time for his enhanced loins to produce more seed, aided further by the effects of his rut. These factors made him into a groaning beast that needed to breed. For the time being he made do by stroking himself, running his fingers down his length, doing it slowly. As it turned out he had been having a dream, one that felt pretty real. It was another dream about that bandicoot. He had been having plenty of them ever since they teamed up.

Since they weren’t fighting each other, Dingodile had got to see Crash in a different light. He had to admit the annoying orange bugger was actually pretty attractive in a crazed oddball type of way. Actually he was just the dingo-croc’s type. Wild, unpredictable, and durable too. These thoughts came after he accidently walked in on Crash taking a piss on a tree. Luckily he hadn’t been noticed but at the time Dingodile wasn’t quick to retreat, instead taking a moment to gawk at the bandicoot’s ass, showing because his pants were pulled down just enough and catching a glimpse at the smaller male’s length. And he was impressed. He couldn’t deny that the little guy was packing.

With the rut taking over his thoughts, Dingodile’s thoughts were conjuring up an entire scenario. Being out in those open woods again but this time he actually approached Crash, managed to charm him and got the bandicoot down on his knees, groaning as he would feel those gloved hands palming his nuts before licking and sucking on them, worshiping him. How could he not resist a big sexy behemoth like him? This fantasy was driving him wild so quickly, evident by the stronger pulses against his fingers and the thick precum that was starting to come out in a thick, copious line. With the consistency of syrup, the substance was getting smeared onto the hybrid’s fingers, along with the greasy coating that always glazed the thick skin of his cock. The precum’s scent was adding to the overall beastly musk that was rising from Dingodile’s crotch and the rest of his body.

“Mmm, I love the smell of me in the morning.” Sliding his hand up, the precum was collected and smeared all over. There was added pleasure when he continued stroking, its thick and warm consistency was making the sounds of his hand moving wet and sloppy, just the way he liked it. Letting out a low growl, he began to rock his hips, humping against his hand while imagining that it was Crash he was doing it to, having the bandicoot holding onto the tree for dear life, enduring a deep pounding.

In no time there was so much of the honey-like precum his hand and cock was completely coated in the stuff. It would ultimately be left to add to the already pungent scent that clung to the shaft and the rest of his body. His scales, fur, and everything had a coating of grease and grime, much thicker in some areas, that made him smell so strongly, but it was so good to him. It felt right and natural. His other hand started to caress his balls. They were plump but also firm and tight from the amount of seed in them, so much that it was putting pressure on his prostate. The veins that ran along them could be seen swelling beneath his scaly skin, showing just how hard they were working to keep the abundant amount of spunk contained. Feeling them churn made him grunt through his fangs, followed by a moan that echoed throughout his trailer. The sounds of his hand moving down had become so much louder, wetter, and stickier. All of that became more pronounced once he sped up further.

“Careful with ‘em. You can’t bite ‘em like a Wumpa.” While doing it himself, Dingodile was still imagining that Crash was the one rubbing his balls, making them churn even more, roaming his hands all over, feeling their warmth and the way they were bulging from their own contents. Greater pleasure and arousal led to more precum being let out, shooting out in a way that made it look like he was already cumming, splattering wetly onto the scales of his belly and chest, giving them a new dosage to keep the stink strong. Another groan came from the unique creature, one of comfort from the fluid that kept coating him, giving him his morning bath.

“Now you’re really asking for it!” Moving other hand up to give the lower half of his meaty uncut dick, Dingodile proceeded to grunt as he started thrusting into them, squeezing his hands against these pumps to give himself as much pleasure as possible. All the while he felt himself getting close. His entire cock throbbed and started to swell as he yelled out. But nothing came out. Instead his balls were drawing up and pumping so hard that it could nearly be heard. Then the base of his cock started to swell even more than the rest.

While he was in the throes of his climax, Dingodile kept his hands moving and his hips thrusting. Eyes crossing and tongue lolling, the dingo-croc was experiencing consecutive climaxes, shaking and curling his sweat-glazed toes as he experienced another climax but felt the cum traveling just a bit further up his cock, making that part of it swell even more. He kept this up, awaiting the true bliss that would come when it all reached the end. Like a shaken bottle of champagne that just needed its cork popped.

“Yes! Yes..! Yeeessss..!!” Dingodile bellowed when he finally got to that point. As soon as the cum reached a certain point it was just flowing through with force, the first spurt blasting from his wide opening like a rocket. A single massive, stinking, yellow colored blast of cum shot from his cock so hard that it nearly reached the other side of the trailer, making a thick ‘plap’ when it hit the floor. And that was just the start of it. Following that was a second, third, and many more long ropes of cum that were fired from the hybrid’s slathered meat cannon. He started to purposely aim his cock, letting it shoot jizz straight upwards, causing it to rain down on his body, instantly heating up and weighing down the area it landed on.

Letting his cock shoot like this, he watched how the nearby walls, ceiling, and a lot of things that were nearby were all getting a new coating of his dark colored, steaming spunk. The bed was starting to overflow from the cascade of musky cum that was raining back down from the ceiling, all making an audible noise when hitting the floor. Dingodile’s precum was like honey in terms of thickness but his cum was like tar. Incredibly thick, sticky, and it could be slow to move sometimes, requiring multiple climaxes to get it out. And when it was out, he couldn’t do much to stop the rich beams from blasting right out of his greasy pulsating meat.

Clenching his teeth and narrowing his eyes, Dinodile prepared himself for another burst. His balls were still rolling, working hard to move out all the excess seed created during the night. Dingodile was compelled to get up just before it happened, feeling an urge like never before. He needed to mark the place again, make it look presentable. As he was on his feet, more volleys of cum were erupting from his huge veiny monster. As it lifted in time with its own powerful throbs, the cum would go flying in a different direction, aided by the convulsions of the brute’s body.

Another wall was given a dosage of cum to keep it sticky and smelling rank. There was a loud, thick ‘splat’ when a window was struck and coated, the flow keeping strong as if the hybrid were simply pissing. As he marked his dwelling Dingodile had an almost stupefied expression on his face, reveling in the pure pleasure of letting loose such potent and pungent loads anywhere and everywhere. The intense orgasmic bliss was overtaking every inch of his body, leaving him in place to shake and spill more of his essence, feeling his balls still clenching while remaining lifted.

“Oh crikey!” he moaned when they finally dropped again, leaving just a final shot of rich essence to pour out from his fuckstick, getting onto the door. As he stood in the middle of the huge mess he felt more cum raining down on him from above and every breath he took filled his nose with a satisfying stench. He had been compelled to do this for a reason. No for someone. As if he were expecting a mate. That wasn’t the case right now but perhaps he could call someone over to keep him company?

He wound up pacing until a knock at the door came. Upon opening it he was met with the sight of Crash Bandicoot.

“Thank goodness you came, mate. Just wait until you see this!” he said frantically. The dingo-croc had called up the hero under the guise that he needed help. Technically it was true but the orange marsupial was likely expecting something different than what he would see when all but shoved into the trailer. With a hard slam the door shut and locked.

Crash just gasped and looked in awe at the state of Dingodile’s place. At first he didn’t know what to think. His first assumption wasn’t that it was cum, seeing how dark its coloration was. But something had certainly happened here. And then it struck him. So potent that he could also taste it. Both fresh and stagnant was the pure reek of hybrid cum. Crash was still unaware but he was nearly knocked off his feet by inhaling without precaution, taking in the nose-stinging stench in full, filling his nostrils and lungs with the stuff.

He was feeling both dizzy but also strangely excited. It became hard for him to think. For some reason he was still inhaling, even after wincing and groaning from the strength of the stink. There was just something about it that he couldn’t place or get enough of. It was so bad and so good at the same time. He was so confused but also so...aroused.

“Hehe. I knew you had good taste, Crash. Just gave the place a new paint job. It’s a special formula I make myself,” Dingodile said.

The bandicoot was made aware of the hybrid again. Being face to face Dingodile saw the dazed look on the other male’s face and he smirked. It was affecting him more than he expected. Crash was looking out of his mind, as if caught in a complete trance. But that was good for him.

“Right, let’s cut to the chase then,” Crash’s attention was forced on the hybrid that grabbed his shoulders, guiding him forwards. Dingodile himself was walking backwards while maintaining eye contact until he was able to sit down on the corner sofa. “I need someone to help me through this rut. And if you can save the word multiple times over, you can handle a cock,” Dingodile said firmly before his expression softened, becoming more sultry. “Maybe even one like this.”

Dingodile pulled down the zipper of his pants. Crash just took notice of the bulge’s size but right after his focus was forced onto the biggest, thickest cock he had ever seen in his life. Not even hard, the gargantuan fuckmeat was pulled from the very dark grungy yellow jockstrap, swinging and slapping against his thigh with a meaty thump. The bulbous tip was tucked into a thick wrap of foreskin. Letting his pants and underwear fall off completely, Dingodile wrenched his balls out. When he let go they fell and bounced, swinging like a filled up water balloon.

The mute marsupial just gawked at the cock that had to be at least two feet long, thicker than both of his arms pressed side by side. He observed the veins that traveled across the length, going all the way down to the balls that were visibly churning and twitching. At the base of the flesh log was a dense oily bush of pubic fur, soaked with countless days’ worth of sweat and liquid grime. The behemoth’s groin was hanging off the end of the sofa’s cushion, making small motions as if it had a mind of its own.

“Don’t be shy. Get a close look,” Dingodile encouraged him, doing so by grabbing Crash’s head and pushing him down to his knees.

Crash was letting out whimpers before he realized. A wave of cock and ball stink washed over him, his nostrils stinging and then flaring to suck the rank air in like a vacuum. A groan of both disgust and forced arousal escaped his lips. There was a throbbing in between his legs that made them squeeze together. Rising from the hybrid’s loins was a musk so thick that it was almost visible like steam. Its potency was aggressive, smelling of rank unwashed parts. He tried to focus on anything other than the reek of acrid male parts. But his body was stuck in place.

“What do ya think?” Dingodile asked.

Not speaking with words, Crash just looked up at him, taking a moment to swallow the saliva that built up in his mouth.

“I thought so,” Dingodile said. A wide grin was spread across his muzzle, showing his fangs. He guessed that Crash, for all of his gumption, wouldn’t be able to resist the effect of his monstrous cock and balls. And just looking at the dazed expression on the former adversary’s face was enough to make him aroused. Crash noticed this, his eyes snapped down watching as the cock was starting to rise, its veins swelling from the amount of blood rushing into the flesh, making it harden. In portions it was rising up like a snake, at first partially dangling from its own weight before standing up and tall, just a few inches away from Crash’s own nose. This time the bandicoot openly moaned.

“How about a feel? Come on, don’t be shy...” Dingodile almost whimpered. He took hold of Crash’s hand and placed it on one of his nuts, letting Crash feel for himself how pent up he was. Even after spilling so much jizz all over the place, his body was still aching for release, his balls spasming against the other male’s touch, causing him to groan. Between the direct smell coming from his loins and the dank, raunchy stink of cum both fresh and new all around him, Crash’s brain was becoming completely fried. Drool leaked from the corner of his mouth as he started to take big sniffs from the cocktip, shaking from the sharp punch to his scent sponge. His fingers were trembling as they cupped just one of the balls, feeling its weight as he lifted it up just a bit.

“If you like that you’re gonna love this.” Dingodile guided that same hand up further. Another sound of excitement came from Crash when his hand was on the shaft. He grasped it as best he could, feeling the firm yet the slick flesh squishing against his grip. If Dingodile couldn’t wrap his own large hand around the whole thing there was no way he could do it either. The skin wasn’t just wet and glossy but also hot, transfering heat to his palm. In its fully erect state now, the fully unleashed monster was throbbing hard, its veins swelling in time with them.

With his hand already on it, Crash felt like he couldn’t back out now, not that he wanted to. His hand slid from the base, slowly tracing up the inches that seemed to keep going and going. But he reached the tip eventually, still tucked into the foreskin, its wide rounded shape standing out from the fat wrinkled folds that surrounded on all sides. He traced his thumb over this bunched skin, feeling the glans through it. Doing this made Dingodile grunt. Then his entire cock flexed a few times, the last one coming with a spurt with precum that came out with force, firing into the air and landing onto the floor with a noise that couldn’t be ignored.

“Oh, you’re such a tease...” Dingodile grunted. In reality he was just that needy for a partner. Something he hadn’t had since...ever. Even the simple touches from someone else’s hand were enough to send his body into overdrive.

Crash’s nose was practically touching Dingodile’s cock. The need to get a closer look got him in this position. His eyes were trained on that partially exposed cockhead. Though it had yet to be fully exposed the smell of it was already flowing into his nose. Right then and there he felt the need to shove his nose right into the clearly unwashed surface, maybe even into the foreskin itself. There was still something within that kept him held back to a degree. He was still aware that Dingodile hadn’t been honest when calling him over, but the rest of him was stuck in place, drawn to this stinking pillar of all too long and wide meat.

Squeezing his hand and the cock by extension, Crash started to slowly pull down the foreskin, watching as it started to budge. With bated breath the bandicoot was gradually unveiling more of the tip, watching as the foreskin was sliding back further the farther down his hand was pulling. The first thing he noticed was how slick the tip looked, at least the portions that were kept contained, apparently kept moist from the fold’s protection. He got to see the wide opening that allowed so much precum to escape at once.

His pulling of the foreskin was still giving Dingodile pleasure, rewarding the bandicoot’s curiosity with another big spurt that had a long jet of honey-thick precum splattering onto his face! The hit made the hero reel back but he kept hold of the flesh. Reeling from the contact wasn’t enough to get him out of range. He felt more precum landing on him. His face, neck, and chest. Its weight was sinking into his fur and the smell of it was direct as its steam was rising into his expecting nostrils. The mixed smells of fresh precum and aged musk were mingling and attacking his neurons, setting themselves in deep.

“Ooaah. Don’t think for a second that was splooge, mate!” Dingodile grunted, gripping the side of the sofa as he felt another one coming. He could feel it coming from his balls, the spheres working like pumps to push the fluid all the higher until it reached the tip. And even then it was coming out in a fat beam, spraying from him the same way urine would. This time it caught Crash without his mouth open. The perfectly arched line of fluid kept them connected. Crash was stunned when it first touched his taste buds. The flavor was as dense as the substance’s consistency, mostly salty but also a bit tangy from the wumpa fruits he also liked to eat. As he swallowed it down for the first time, there was warmth spreading all throughout him, tingles forcing their way down his spine.

As his mouth got full, Crash simply closed it and started to swallow down even more of it, but Dingodile’s cock was still going, blasting more precum all over him. Another urge came over him, to not let the stuff go to waste. So he moved in with his open mouth, putting it right down on the tip, aligning it with the cock’s opening. Now the smell of it was direct, making his eyes lid. His hand slid up, causing the foreskin to rise and press to his lips as if it were a kiss.

He went along with this, taking things a step further when he pushed his tongue out, wedging it between the underside of the tip and the plump foreskin, pushing until he was allowed in, slipping right into the folds.

“Rrrgh, fucking...right, Crash!” Dingodile snarled, firing off another long beam of steaming hot precum into the bandicoot’s mouth. This time Crash was more prepared for it, knowing what to expect. He held his mouth open, letting it spray over his tongue and down his gullet, gulping as much of it down as he could manage. More of that heat was overtaking him, especially since the initial warmth from gulping down the precum from before hadn’t faded, still remaining warm in his stomach, joined by even more and fresher stuff.

But getting to drink down Dingodile’s ball essence from the tap wasn’t enough for Crash. As best as he could manage, he was sliding his tongue underneath the foreskin, making the skin stretch in the places where his tongue was drifting along. Both were making sounds from what they were experiencing. Dingodile was given the sharper jolts of pleasure from the tongue’s sliding about. At the same time, Crash was getting his taste buds slathered in the delightfully bitter flavors of fluids that had been left to fester underneath the foreskin, collecting the fermented juices with muffled sounds of enjoyment. His eyes were half-lidded and his body was quivering from the smells and tastes that remained so intense.

He could smell it earlier when he was sniffing but now he was tasting it, the concentration of all the elements that came from the cock: its musk, sweat, piss, general grime and anything else. Anyone else would have been absolutely revolted by the mix of aged juices that formed an almost slimy layer, clinging to his exploring oral muscle. He couldn’t stop himself either. Crash was wanting more as soon as the flavor was renewed and there was always more to find, keeping him hooked. The almost pasty substance of piling up his tongue, always combined with the rich intoxicating reek that was rising from the gap under the foreskin that his moving wet muscle caused. The more he did this, the more that Crash needed. A new kind of hunger had been welling up within him but now that needed was bubbling up to the surface, showing in the way that he moaned so much against the tip, his cock throbbing and spasming in his pants, leaking so much precum that there was a large dark stain. Simply from licking, feeling, and smelling Dingodile’s prominent fuckmeat, Crash felt himself teetering on the edge of a climax.

Dingodile was responding at the same time, his urethra expanding a bit before another blast of hot precum blasted right into the bandicoot’s mouth. He growled and gripped his own cock, pulling upwards, making his foreskin bunch up even more against Crash’s lips. His tongue was sliding in deeper and even his nose was covered up by the blanket of rank, greasy skin. Now every inhale was bringing that especially pungent stink of those unwashed, finely aged fluids right into his sniffer. Everything from sweat layered over itself, thick precum and jizz that had seeped underneath the foreskin, and so many other things that Crash could only assume like some urine or even traces of dank swamp water...it was so deliciously bitter, vingary, savory...and it just couldn’t stop himself from seeking out more and more.

Shakes were traveling across the whole of his body. Gripping Dingodile’s thigh harder, his eyes rolling back, he let out a blocked exclamation, his tongue still moving as his entire body was clenching. Even that sound was further muffled by the next mouthful he was made to swallow. Just like that he started cumming in his pants, his entire body shaking uncontrollably from the feeling. Crash’s legs finally spread as his cock started spitting out ropes of his hot and sticky cum, coming out so hard that the ropes were gushing right past the denim, marking the floors that were already messy with the much bigger male’s jizz. Dingodile couldn’t see it but Crash’s expression and the lighter, sweeter scent that was reaching his nose told him everything. And knowing that the other male was cumming just from worshiping his cock made Dingodile blast another huge jet of precum right down his friend’s throat. He gulped it down with a dopey smile, reveling in its harsh taste while still making a greater mess of his underwear, the flooring, and the front side of the sofa.

Finally his orgasm tapered out, leaving him panting, taking more breaths that kept filling his lungs with the same rankness. His tongue was still moving about, finding more of those fluids that were gathered from underneath the bigger male’s foreskin.

“I take it you liked it,” Dinogdile said with a smug grin, feeling all the better when Crash nodded in response.

The ending of his climax had brought Crash some clarity. He began to feel a level of shame and disgust with himself for actually scooping out those things he found under the fat folds. But at the same time this was the most aroused he ever felt in his life. His mind was so hazed with lust and musk that he couldn’t even form words to speak, not that he would have anyway. Even now his tongue and nose remained stuffed underneath the foreskin, still savoring the aromas and flavors.

“You know there’s a lot more than just the knob,” Dingodile pointed out, pulling the bandicoot’s head back. They were both able to see how much the cocktip was glistening now. Even though the area certainly looked cleaner, the strength of its musk hadn’t weakened. Following the hybrid’s words, Crash’s attention was drawn to the rest of the cock’s length. There was still so much of the heady phallus left for him to explore.

They took a moment so that Crash could get his messy pants and boxers off. Still hard, he was giving Dingodile the sight of his cock in its fully engorged state. Admittedly, Crash was even more hung than Dingo expected, possessing an erection that was so thick, and just short of a foot long. Hanging below his schlong was an orange furred sack, each nut being the size of a tangerine. Evidently he wasn’t the only enhanced creature around. But even then, everything that he had, Dingodile had at least double.

The dingo-croc was lying on his back, letting Crash climb up on his big stomach. Crash was facing his cock directly, his own cock throbbing against the scales of Dingodile’s front. Having the much bigger shaft pointed right at his face, Crash simply had to reach out and take hold of it as best he could, pulling and tugging to stroke it. Leaning his mouth in again, he went back to licking the cockhead but in a different way.

He wound up finding his way to the cock’s opening. It was so wide that he could maybe...

“Urrgh! J-Jeez, you’re just full of surprises,” Dingodile grunted. Not even he expected to feel the tongue giving a few licks before it started to wiggle its way into his wide urethra. From there Crash got instantly busy slurping up the dense, deliciously salty/tangy precum, taking in as much as he could. His lips were starting to spread around the engorged cocktip, sliding over the sensitive area. Pulling back the foreskin again, he pushed his head down to slide even more of that tip past his lips. He was actually having a bit of trouble managing it, having to open his mouth wider than he ever had before. And that was just the tip. There was still so much more cock waiting for him.

For the next 5 or 10 minutes, he had lost track of how much time passed. Crash was suckling on the cocktip, stroking the length with his hands, feeling the glossy filth rubbing onto them, making things slicker and smoother. And the icing on the cake was the way his tongue was exploring the shaft’s interior, lapping along the walls that would flex before letting loose another rush of precum. He kept doing this, listening to Dingodile’s deepening groans and feeling the heavy rising then falling of his chest and stomach beneath him.

“Oh fuck me, mate!” Dingodile moaned. Without warning he all but slammed his hand down on Crash’s head, causing his mouth and tongue to sink in much deeper. “Yeah, that’s the stuff I’ve been looking for. I’m gonna spew another one! Fuck, I can feel it! Gonna be thick as swamp pudding!”

The strokes of the bandicoot’s hands and licking of his tongue continued, pushing the bigger male all the closer to that point. “Here it comes..!!!” Dingodile bellowed.

Hot vapors were flying from Dingodile’s flared nostrils as he started cumming. Now Crash was given a tutorial of how the bigger male’s body worked. He saw the fat balls drawing up and seizing but he had yet to receive the load, watching as the bottom portion of the shaft had swelled to even greater thickness.

“Don’t stop now! Keep it up!” Dingodile snarled, pushing Crash’s head down a bit further. Doing as he was told, Crash continued to stroke as much of the cock as he could reach, darting his tongue deeper into the flexing opening. With this, Dingodile continued to snarl and jerk, experiencing consecutive orgasms that was getting the cum to slide further upwards, getting all the closer to the tip until...

Crash’s eyes widened and he nearly choked when piping hot loads of cum were blasting from the opening with so much power that his tongue was forced out. It was so dense, thick like gelatin but so hot and the taste was incredible. As Dingodile had described, it really was like pudding. Just so hot and flavorful. And now that the rush of cum had started it wouldn’t be stopping any time soon. The mighty cock flexed, followed by an audible spurt as the cum shot out like magma from a volcano.

As quickly as he could, Crash swallowed the liquid virility but already knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep up with the amount of seed that was unloaded at once. Still trying his best, the bandicoot’s throat was swelling further, pulling down the tar-like splooge. There were splashes of cum that escaped past his wrapped lips. Crash groaned, his eyes narrowing before he grunted from the spurts of cum that spurt from his nostrils. While he was struggling to handle it all, Dingodile was just reveling in the pleasure that came from blowing his load. It was even more intense than usual, this coming from the interaction of another. The cum racing out from the gaps of Crash’s sealed lips, was running down Dingodile’s cock, oozing all the way down to saturate his crotch, soaking his pubic fur and heavily coating his balls. While he was enjoying himself, Crash was kept in place by the hybrid’s strong hand, enduring and swallowing more and more of the overly potent jizz.

Crash was essentially learning as he went on. The stuff was so thick that he felt sliding its way down his throat, making the portion bulge as it slid along. It seemed to get thicker as more of the cum was let loose, to the point that Crash feared his throat would be blocked from the congealed jelly-like consistency. It didn’t take him long to figure out that he needed to swallow multiple times to get the stuff down rather than just taking one big almost painful gulp. Even then he was still wincing from the speed that he needed to do so, as the window of time between the surges of dark colored hybrid splooge being fired wasn’t long at all.

If he was correctly keeping count, Dingodile had let loose about 5 loads and yet his balls were still churning so hard, the nuts squeezing together as they sent the 6th one upwards and into Crash’s gullet. Of course this was the most that Crash had ever seen someone cum, also being the greatest amount of cum that he had ever swallowed in his life. He could feel all of it sitting heavy in his stomach, heating up his body to the point that he was sweating, not helped by the humidity of the trailer that sat in the hot, swampy location. Anyone would have thought loads like this was the product of a great amount of buildup. But in reality, Dingodile was just this virile, his balls working overtime during the period of his heat, keeping themselves swelled and hanging low from their own weight.

With Dinogdile pushing his head down further, making him take some of the cocktip into his throat, Crash was able to reach out and caress the hybrid’s massive roiling balls, massaging them as best he could. The added stimulation worked to get Dingodile to shoot even more. He could feel that way the balls were sending more of the all too thick spunk on their way up to the tip, keeping the shaft swelled even further because of his pure, unfiltered viscosity. It seemed that rubbing the orbs were working to thin out the fluid just a bit, enough for it to come out smoother, blasting right down Crash’s throat, adding to the amount already in his overfilled stomach, the area being made to expand a bit to hold all of the cum.

Feeling that it was finally over, Dingodile was pulling his cock from the bandicoot’s throat, letting it sit on his tongue as it was releasing the last few spurts of strongly flavored jizz. Acting quickly, the smaller male was lapping up and swallowing the seed, keeping his lips suctioned around the tip, not wanting any more of it to be spilled if he could help it. Hearing Dingodile’s moans were making him tremble and leak precum onto his large, warm belly.

“S-see now why I need your help?” Dingodile asked, letting out another groan as he felt Crash still lapping and slurping all over the cockhead, suckling out the last bits of the load from the phallus’ opening.

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It was the next day. Somehow Dingodile had convinced Crash to stay the night. It was honestly all a blur for him. He recalled some things, like being served dinner. Of course it was the hybrid’s own personal way of cooking that had a very...distinct taste. Before going to bed Dingodile offered a bit more fun. Crash could vividly remember himself stroking on the huge throbbing phallus, the way it was even slicker than before because of the cum that had clung to it, becoming a part of the oily sheen and swampy aroma...

Not only did he stay the night but he stayed put in the trailer while Dingodile was manning his restaurant. He was promised a reward if he would be a “good boy” and that was enough to make him remain where he was. Of course being alone in someone else’s dwelling with little to due led to Crash exploring a bit. At first it started from him trying to find his clothes. He recalled taking off his pants and underwear but he woke up this morning completely nude, missing his pants, underwear, socks, gloves, and even his shoes. So he started to look for them but it was hard to focus on that task. He was kept in a constantly aroused state because of the cum-painted walls.

The loads from the day before had fully dried and crusted, adding to the rank but strangely appealing fog of odor. Crash was breathing it in while looking around, his focus being pulled back on that instead of his missing garments. The whole place certainly screamed “Dingodile.” Aside from the marked walls there were plenty of other messes to be found such as clothes strewn about and food stains on various parts of the floor, and mostly around the kitchen area.

Spending a whole day in a half with the smell of aged cum, Crash had gotten somewhat used to it. Sniffing about, his nose picked up on something similar yet different. Acting like a feral dog, the bandicoot got low to the ground and sniffed around, following the scent trail until he was led to a bigger pile of discarded clothes but on top was something fresh.

It was a jockstrap. There was no question of who it belonged to. Even if he didn’t find it in Dingodile’s trailer this wide of a band and big of a crotch pouch wouldn’t fit on anyone else. Looking around first, he reached his hand out and snatched it from the pile. He grasped it and immediately felt its warmth. It was damp too. He flipped it over and looked into the pouch, letting out an excited gasp when he saw the dump of dark colored cum that was clinging to the fabric.

The cum was fresh too. He could feel the heat radiating from it. Looking at the jock as a whole was grimy and ripe. Clearly it had been worn for many, many days. The whole thing was an off white color that darkened the closer it got to the crotch pouch. It was like the yellowed color of the hybrid’s spunk but much, much denser and darker in shade. Crash was sure that even if the jock was washed 10 times in a row the coloration would never leave. The elements of cum, sweat, and so many other things were so ingrained in the fabric that Crash could easily slide his fingers over the surface, it being oh-so oily.

Crash could only stand gazing upon the jock’s filth for so long. Caving to his own desires, the bandicoot shoved the garment into his face and took a deep, long inhale. All but snorting up the congealed spunk both fresh and old, Crash felt his muzzle getting slathered in the stuff, gaining a rush that was tingling his brain the same way Dingodile’s direct musk had. The moment he got that first whiff, he couldn’t stop himself. He ground his lips against the jock, smearing the ball batter all over his muzzle, spreading the scent all over. His tongue lolled out to lick at the darkened pouch, getting a taste for how delightfully sour and bitter it was. Feeling his mouth watering, head spinning, and his nose sniffing without pause, Crash was gripping and groping himself with the other hand, feeling all too aroused from the rich stench of dingo-croc. He sat back and let himself get lost in the aged stink while pumping away at his leaking cock.

Crash failed to hear the door being opened but he did hear the very familiar deep chuckle. He was snapped out of it just enough to look up and see Dingodile looking back at him with an amused expression. The much bigger half-mammal had just returned from his job. Working hard to fulfill orders, standing over hot stoves and griddles left him sweating and radiating a thick, noxious aura.

“Aww, Crash,” he then whined, taking notice of the jock that was stuck to his face. “You’re gonna lick away all the good stuff!” He reached out and snatched it from Crash’s muzzle, observing it and letting out a small sigh of relief. The bandicoot hadn’t done much damage. The jock was still slathered with cum, dark in color, and smelling just as crude. “Been working on this baby for a fortnight.”

“If ya wanna huff and slobber on something,” Dingodile offered, groping his bulge. “Then this’ll have to do.”

As he opened up his pants, the hybrid’s heavy cock fell right onto the smaller male’s face, sitting right between his bulging eyes. It took him a moment to realize what had happened but his body was already responding. His glazed nose was again twitching as he breathed in the fresh dank, manly smell that was rising from the too-huge flesh. All over again he felt his brain being fried but its intensity.

Knowing that he had a bandicoot at home waiting for him had already put Dingodile in a partially aroused state and seeing his new roommate sitting on the floor, palming his cock had gotten him fully hard and ready to go. He was still in rut but getting some assistance draining his balls yesterday allowed him to function, holding himself back until he returned to the bandicoot. Like a switch being flipped, Dingodile’s cock was quick to swell to its full mast, it and his balls throbbing with need. Crash let out a small whimper, feeling a rush of need overtaking him. His eyes were stuck on the hot pole that sat atop his nose, pouring its scent right into it. Lifting up were his hands, taking hold as best it could.

“Yeah, we kept each other waiting. But I’m here now so go wild,” Dingodile told him. Taking those words to heart, Crash began to stroke his cock. As the sweaty flesh was being tugged about, the sounds of its slick skin sliding along could be heard, making Crash’s ears twitch and his mouth water even more. His already hard cock was swelling even more, a hard throb making him grunt. Dingodile was grunting as well, letting out a huff when the hands moved faster.

Precum was leaking from his wide opening, sliding down the shaft but Crash was quick to catch and smear it all over, adding to the pleasure that he was feeling. In such a short amount of time the bandicoot had learned what the dingo-croc liked. The sensation of hot, sloppy fluid against his fingers and the rich smell of fresh precum compelled Crash to act without thinking. He leaned in and dragged his tongue along the tip, getting a full taste of not just the fluid but also the grime that had been accrued over the day, letting out a sound of delight as he traced over the bulbous glands.

“Oh baby...” Dingodile moaned, his voice becoming louder and deeper as the licking began full on sucking. This time Crash was going full steam ahead, having an easier time stretching his mouth around the girthy cocktip. At the same time his tongue was swirling all over, collecting even more fluids that were both fresh and stagnant. Dingodile was wearing it all with pride and Crash couldn’t stop himself from cleaning whatever he could reach.

Dingodile wanted to get to the really good stuff. So he pushed down on Crash’s head, making the bandicoot groan, not just from the rough grasp but the way that his head was made to bob up and down. It was forceful, aggressive and caused him to let out all kinds of wet sounds. The slurps of his wrapped lips, smacks of his tongue, and muffled whimpers that escaped from the corners of his muzzle. Having an even greater taste of it along with the deep, swampy odor...Crash felt his cock leaking so much precum.

“Don’t hold out on me now,” Dingodile growled, all but slamming Crash’s head down. His throat was made to open up around the musky thickness. The strength caused the shaft to plunge right down to the end of it, shoving so much into it at once. As he felt the stretching of his windpipe, Crash’s burning nose was shoved firmly into the hybrid’s sweat-soaked pubic fur. The huge, overly full balls were pressed just as closely to his chin. He felt the throb and drank down the spurt of precum that blasted from the tip, shuddering from that unique heat that would ooze down to his stomach.

With his throat now caressing the shaft, Crash’s hands were free to do something else. They found their way to those balls when his head was pushed back to the tip, stretching out to keep a hold on the huge, gurgling spherical tanks. It was easy to rub them, their smooth scales being coated in an oily film that his fingers slid so easily over. Tracing, stroking, and groping, he was just playing with the pair of orbs. The pulling in and shoving back of his head didn’t last long. Dingodile was clearly riled up as he changed things up already.

Crash’s head was kept in place. Instead the much larger male moved his own body entirely, thrusting his way into the bandicoot’s throat, doing so hard and fast, making his weighty balls swing and smack into his chin, smearing its sweat onto his already messy and stinking muzzle fur. Even though the treatment was rough, forcing him to gag and swallow down hot, thick mouthfuls...he was looking up at Dingodile with nothing short of pure lust and need for more. The dingo-croc winked before he fucked Crash’s mouth faster.

Purely from having his throat reamed by the huge meat, feeling it’s swelled veins rubbing against the walls, tasting the precum and aged fluids that clung to the firm surface, smelling the raw musk of today and those that came before...Crash could feel himself getting close to his own limit. He wasn’t even touching himself, still groping the balls that seemed to be stirring up their own loads in preparation to release them.

Still licking and sucking as much as he could, Crash felt the throbs getting stronger and the flesh swelling further. Dingodile was starting to snarl above him. Then he slammed the whole thing inside, letting out a bellow as he reached his first climax. Against his lips, Crash could feel the cum rushing through, only getting so far. From there Dingodile continued to slam his way inside, giving strong pumps that would shove the whole thing down, pushing him to another climax and getting the congealed cum to travel further. It was close to that point where it would be freely flowing. Another thrust did the trick. Both felt the cum rushing through the rest of his cock.

“Rrrrgh. Soup’s on!” he yelled, nearly shaking from the way that his cock throbbed so much harder. Against his hands, Crash could feel those heavy balls finally contracting harder than before, keeping themselves in that position to pump the massive loads the rest of the way. All of it was rushing through, making its way to the tip.

Even with the warning, Crash’s eyes widened when he felt the high powered cascade of cum blasting right into his gut. The extra rich, tar-thick fluid flowed right to the end of his throat. Crash still needed to swallow because of how sticky it was, clinging to the walls of his esophagus, threatening to overfill his throat and cut off his airway. So he worked quickly and started to swallow it down as effectively as he could, while Dingodile was holding his head in place, keeping his nose pressed to the thick, muggy crotch. He was stuck in place while multiple blasts were making his throat and cheeks swell further, all the while his still-heavy nuts were kept tightly shoved against his chin.

He was loving every second of the thick, heavy taste that flowed back over his tongue and the way it sat in his stomach. Now that he remembered, Crash hadn’t felt hungry until that morning when his stomach had gone back to normal. He kept swallowing the stuff down, listening to Dingodile’s aggressive pants. Just from this alone he was pushed to the edge, shaking as his cock was shooting ropes without him having to touch himself. It bounced and flung cum against the hybrid’s leg, not that he seemed to mind.

With each shot of gelatinous yellowed essence, Crash would swallow but it was getting all the harder to keep up. Though he tried his best, the bandicoot’s cheeks swelled while even more was shooting out. His nose burned from the cum that shot out from his nostrils just as he took another large and strong gulp. Then even more was gushing out from the corners of his mouth, coating his marked muzzle even more, clinging to the fur of his face.

This continued for what felt like aged for Dingodile until the flow was finally starting to ebb, thinning out into something that Crash could manage. He felt the sweaty hand releasing his head, leaving his red hair ruffled. He began to push the bandicoot’s head back, groaning from the way that Crash kept his lips wrapped around firmly, still suckling on the flesh that was on its way out. When just the tip was left, Crash sucked out the last of the load, letting out a final moan that made his messy cock throb again.

When it was finally out of his muzzle, Crash was able to see that Dingodile’s cock was shining with both his spit and a thick glaze of dark colored splooge, the scents pouring from it keeping him terribly aroused and needy. He felt the warmth radiating from the cum that was all over his face. He knew that he looked a mess and smelled rank, having plenty of Dingodile’s scent on himself that anyone else would be able to smell, whether they knew who the hybrid was or not.

“Look at you. A proper slut!” Dingodile said, his voice beaming with pride. Crash just nodded, appearing to be drunk from the lust and musk running wild. They were both still hard and so full of lust for more. So far they had just done stroking and licking, but now the dingo-croc was wanting something much more.

“I think it’s time to see how much of a slut you really are!” Dingodile said as he reached down. Crash let out a yelp when he was snatched and carried to the large stained bed that stunk of an unwashed body and days upon days-worth of cum. As soon as Crash was on the bed, the larger male got himself on top, all but throwing himself onto Crash’s smaller but sturdy frame. Finding himself sandwiched between the bed and the massive musky body, the bandicoot let out a strained groan that turned into a gasp when he felt the fat, wet glans pressing themselves to his tailhole. There was only a moment for him to adjust before he felt his hole being forced open.

“Yeah! Take it, ya orange fuck!” Dingodile yelled, his voice echoing throughout the trailer.

Crash could only gasp sharply as he felt himself being stretched around Dingodile’s slathered cock, the sensation being wildly different compared to the sudden penetration.

To the bandicoot’s surprise, the huge cock was going in rather smoothly. With Dingodile so closely on top of him, nearly smothering him with his large and heavy body, Crash couldn’t see but he could feel the inches disappearing inside of him. And then there was already a bulge in his stomach, growing out further from there. Crash almost couldn’t believe it but he could feel it happening. His body was taking the huge length, allowing it deeper in as Dingodile kept pushing.

And then a thrust came. Another gasp was forced out of Crash and he realized that only about half of it had been inside of him so far. Now his body was putting up some resistance. Groaning aggressively above him, Dingodile made another harsh push, producing a deep squelching sound as something inside of Crash was forced to expand and allow the fat inches in. There was a bit of pain but even stronger was this new kind of pleasure. Seeing stars, he felt his prostate being flattened like never before, grunting from sensations that were rocking his world while Dingodile was just enjoying the even tighter passage around his cock.

He was loving all of it: the heat, pulsing against the surrounding walls, and the slightly muffled sounds that were coming from Crash. He could feel the bandicoot’s back grinding against his damp belly, the fur rubbing against it in a way that was also pleasurable. He then realized that he was inside of someone. Mating them for the first time after a very long dry spell. Something clicked within him and he was all too eager to continue.

When the thrusting did begin, Crash was surprised but relieved to feel that it was done gently, for now at least. Dingodile wanted to take a moment to just enjoy the hole, get a good feel for it. Already slick and hot from his own fluids, he was pumping his girth against the pink borders while Crash was groaning and gripping the grimy sheets, his body forced to react to every pump. The thickness was still stretching him out and put great pressure on his sensitive spots. Though slow, the thrusts still came hard, making that bulge return in the pit of his gut.

Hearing Crash’s moans and whimpers, being sounds of clear pleasure, Dingodile was feeling a fluttering in his chest but also a strong throb of his cock. He kept pushing in as deeply as he could, loving that extra tightness that squeezed more precum from his wide tip. His crotch made repeated contact with the bandicoot’s ass, smearing more fluids over the furred cheeks. With his body all but completely on top, he was grinding his scent all over the hero’s back, smearing the layers of sweat into the pelt. Along with the rank scents that already filled the trailer, Dingodile and Crash were inhaling the rising pungent odors of sex. Now his nostrils flared and an animal-like growl rumbled through his chest.

“How ya doing down there, Orange?” Dinogdile asked. Crash managed to stretch his shaking arm out, making a thumbs-up. The sight made him snicker. He didn’t expect to enjoy it like this. He could feel his balls churning, spilling more of his precum, dumping it into the bandicoot’s stretched guts. The heat and stickiness of it struck Crash more than it had when he was swallowing. It made him shake all over. He was also feeling something new that he couldn’t explain.

Now he felt it was time to kick things up a notch. Making use of the precum slathering Crash’s innards, Dingodile started to thrust faster, still pumping his whole cock in. This produced louder thumps that were still heard, even with his body firmly on top. The sounds of his cock slurping back and forth were more easily heard as well, adding to the arousal that was coursing through him. Even more weight was put down as the pleasure grew for him, making Crash wheeze a bit more, the bandicoot felt himself sinking further into the bedding, surrounded by even more grungy musk.

Crash just couldn’t stop himself from squirming, responding to those spots being stroked and pressed each time and so effectively. And it seemed that Dingodile was acting to milk out more of those sounds. So he made another strong thrust that made Crash’s arms flail. By now Crash’s body was feeling and soaked with sweat that wasn’t his, his pelt feeling heavy from the amount of body muck and grime that had been rubbed into it. He was being fucked so roughly, stretching his insides to accommodate the brutal style of rutting. And he was loving it! Every pull and push of the shaft was driving him crazy, even more so when the pace would pick up even a little bit.

As the thrusts got stronger, so did the clenches of Crash’s hole. But he powered right through, treating himself to the added tightness that kept getting him to release honey-thick gushes of precum making Crash’s hole all the sloppier and stinking of him. The wetter it became, the more than Dingodile was able to do and he acted upon that opportunity. The constant back and forth of his large, strong hips. Stroking his worn-thin anal walls and flattening his prostate, Crash simply couldn’t handle any more of it.

Even if he could speak, Crash wouldn’t have been able to find the words. He just let out another exclamation as his pinned cock started to shoot out. His climax was stronger than it ever had been. This pleasure, combined with the intensity of the musk all around him, was melting Crash’s brain, leaving him panting and drooling as his body convulsed beneath Dingodile’s rocking belly. While cumming he was still being thrust into, adding to the strength of his orgasm. While seeing stars he felt the bed and other side of his fur getting marked with cum.

“Now you’ve gone and done it!” Dingodile huffed. His cock was being wonderfully constricted by the extra hard orgasmic clenches.

Putting even more of himself down, Dingodile was all but smothering the bandicoot, literally grinding him deeper into the rank bed. Drool was leaking from the corners of his mouth as he was no longer holding back. Pushing himself further, he rocked himself, Crash, and the bed as he kept pounding with full strength, letting out huffs that came from the core of his chest.

Having a single goal in mind, Dingodile let himself be driven further by those desires within him. That need to mate had taken complete control and he was ready to make it a reality. It just made sense for him to slam his cock in one last time with all the force and speed that he could manage.

Just as that happened, Crash was reminded of how much Dingodile was capable of releasing. But he could already feel the cock swelling, the huge balls drawing up as the dingo-croc reached his first climax. A mixed sense of dread and excitement washed over him as he felt the throbs and thrusts continuing, the shaft swelling further as the cum was surging up the inches, getting all the closer to that point...

In time with the next hard rut came Dingodile’s roar and the sudden rush of tar-thick stickiness and searing heat.

Firing out with full power, blasting right into Crash’s depths but from the other end this time, Dingodile was releasing huge amounts of his extra rich and clotty ballbatter. Being quickly filled up, Crash felt the stuff spilling out from his stretched him, spilling down and coating his legs, the inside of his thighs, and slathering his balls in a heavy coating that kept them feeling wet and warm.

He was still enduring all that bigger male had to give him, feeling the extra thickness from the swelled shaft and the increasing tightness in his guts. Endless high powered spurts of cum were given to him so were plenty of thrusts. Dingodile was using his hole to milk out more of his jizz, finding himself unable to stop. Reveling in the smells, the deep gross squelches of his cock going in and out, and the feeling of his own cum spraying all over, gushing all over his own lower half and even more on Crash’s backside. It dripped heavily between them, dripping onto the bed that would absorb it and make that stench all the stronger.

This climax was even bigger than the ones that came before. Dingodile himself could feel it as he continued to snarl and drool. It was much different than when he was in Crash’s throat. The bandicoot’s ass was squeezing him much harder and relentlessly, keeping his body pulsing as a whole. Wide, prolonged beams of hybrid spunk were still flying out from the opening. The amount already inside of Crash, combined with the stuff still being pumped into him. Out from between Dingodile’s spread legs and under his lifted tail, blasts of cum splashed back to splatter onto the wall and the bed, marking the pillow in a thick coating.

The torrent of cum continued to gush out of Crash. With it came an increase to the trailer’s humidity as steam was rising from the piping substance. The smell of it was pouring into both Crash and Dingodile’s noses, sending newfound jolts throughout them both. From the very start of the climax, Crash had felt his stomach starting to swell, expanding further than it had when he was swallowing. And it just kept going from there, making his stomach literally balloon out. There was always pressure put on it from Dingodile’s body resting on top of his, still rubbing into him from the thrusts still going. Just from the sensation of being filled up with so much hot and thick spunk was enough to make Crash pant hotly. He was completely over the moon, unable to process anything other than the pleasure and sense of being dominated far beyond what he could have imagined.

Just when it seemed his body was at his limits, Dingodile’s flow finally tapered off for real. As the last spurt came Dingodile kept himself on top and his massive cock planted deep inside of the moaning marsupial. The whole experience had been better than either of them had expected. Dingodile was feeling a satisfaction like never before and Crash practically had heart in his big eyes.

After a while longer Dingodile pulled his cock free with a loud and almost gross sounding slurp. Crash froze, arching his back and moaning out again. He was suddenly very empty, his guts reacting to the absence of the flesh filling up. Even with the hybrid’s huge heavy body off of his own, Crash found himself unable to move, just groaning as his rim gave way, allowing a deluge of fresh hybrid spunk to pour out and coat the bed even more.

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Things changed after that day. Both Crash and Dingodile had realized something. The latter had come to the realization that he was tired of being alone. Never would he have thought that Crash would be his perfect partner, but that turned out to be the case. Just as eager as he was, the bandicoot was always in the mood to drain the hybrid’s balls and Dingodile wouldn’t leave him without, even after his rut period had come to an end. Crash was kept in a frenzied state, his brain being overloaded with musk whenever they fucked. How many days had it been? Both had lost track at this point. By now they had fucked in every part of the trailer, making the interior even more of a mess than it already was. It looked like a storm blew in and everything was soaked in the musk of not just himself but also Crash.

The bandicoot took up long term residence in the trailer, living with Dingodile; having so much sex with him and eating his food. It all had an effect on the orange furred hero. The best way to describe his new self was: feral. Crash had become a sex-crazed animal. The sounds he made now were grunts, hisses, and snarls as he sniffed and prowled about the trailer. He really had become Dingodile’s little pet. In addition to the change in personality, Crash had become scruffier, his fur was more grown out and ruffled from all of the grease and grime that was stuck in it. He long forgot about looking for his clothes, all but crawling about on all fours with his cock always hard and his nose seeking out something to stuff itself into.

There were times when Crash would become lucid, remembering his former self and those who were probably worried about him. But Dingodile had a fix that would keep his pet in line. It was rather simple actually. The hybrid’s rank cum did just the trick. All he needed to do was shove the stuff into Crash’s face. Sometimes the bandicoot did it himself, being so addicted to his new master that he would find splatters of cum from their sex, sniffing and licking at it with an almost desperation.

Admittedly it was a bit weird at first but Dingodile quickly learned to live with it, even appreciating this new version of Crash. He wasn’t that hard to train and keep satisfied. And it was both cute and hot to see how much the former foe had taken after him, tapping into his wild side and wearing his musk with pride. While not as strong as his, the marsupial had a strong, rank stench that was unique to him, something more than the dingo-croc could indulge in. Now more than ever, he was excited to return to the trailer after another long day at the diner.

“Heya, Crash. Did ya miss me, boy?” Dingodile asked when he entered the trailer, the same way one would talk to a dog. And Crash was responding eagerly, on the floor, his hands lifted and curled like front paws. He was panting, his tongue lolling and his cock already throbbing between his legs, throbbing his own strong smelling brand of precum. “Did ya miss this?” Dingodile then asked, groping his bulge. The sight was enough to make Crash whine and whimper.

“Alright, alright. Settle down, boy. We’ll have our fun as soon as I whip us up something. Had a long one today.” As he readied himself to prepare them dinner, Dingodile started to undress himself, seeing now need to wear clothes in his own home. Feeling his heavy cock flopping free between his legs, he stretched and took a deep breath of the cum-stinking air. Crash padded after him on all fours, sitting down by the dog bowls that were also by the kitchen. In one was a cut up Wumpa fruit and in the other, instead of water, was the hybrid’s cum, at least the little bit that was left.

Neither caught Crash’s attention. Instead he watched as Dingodile started to cook, humming to himself as he did so. Not even the meal, those who would have found it hard to stomach some time ago, caught his attention. What Crash kept his gaze on was Dingodile’s large uncovered ass that was swaying back and forth. The plump cheeks were all but shining from the light they reflected, the slick glaze of sweat and grease made them irresistible and his sniffing nose was picking up on the rich scent that was coming from the thick, juicy rump. And the more that he looked and sniffed, the greater the need became. Dingodile assured him it wouldn’t be for much longer but he could hardly contain himself any mote, having a hunger but not the kind that his master was assuming.

“And done!” Dingodile announced. “Soup’s on!” The words acted as a signal for the feralized bandicoot. He knew better than to interrupt his master while he was cooking, so now was his chance!

“Ey?” Dingodile asked as he heard the scrabbling across the floor. But he failed to react quickly enough. Crash had already lept, having his arms spread and hands out. Dingodile left out a grunt as he was pushed against the counter. Crash was clinging to him. He could feel the nose sniffing at his backside, a growl then being heard as a reaction. Crash’s eyes lidded as drank in the intoxicating reek of sweat, fresh from his master’s workday and old from all of the days that came before. Dingodile let out a chuckle and leaned himself over the counter more, pushing his rump out and lifting his tail. Crash clung even harder to him, lifting himself up so his length was aligned with the plump cheeks. Feeling his cock throb and leaking a thick line of pre, Crash thrust his hips forwards, spearing his way through the fat mounds, bumping his tip against the big, sweaty, puffy hole in between them.

Clinging to the much bigger male, Crash thrust his 10 inches of girthy, greasy cock were jammed right past the tight, slick rim. Going all the way down to the base, making Dingodile’s insides spread around his length and thickness, he was entirely focused on his own pleasure. The bandicoot’s tongue lolled out from the heat and tightness. Dingodile’s swampy hole was the perfect thing to stuff himself into. Taking after his owner, Crash’s own libido had been greatly increased, making him a needy little gremlin that couldn’t wait for the hybrid to get home, either to be fucked or to do said fucking. He was feeling desperate, shaking just from a single squeeze of Dingodile’s hole.

Arms spread out, his hands clutching and clinging to the larger male’s sides as best he could, Crash began wildly humping. Letting out heated grunts, letting his tongue flail and fling drool all about. So quickly, his own musky yet sweet smelling precum was helping his cock slide seamlessly in and out of Dingodile’s huge ass. And in return it felt as if Dingodile’s hole was swallowing his length up, keeping itself tight every time the flesh plunged its way in fully. Crash’s response was to push in even harder, and harder from there, producing a sharp aggressive rhythmic clapping that echoed out through the rest of the trailer. On the receiving end, Dingodile bit his lip, feeling his hole getting bruised and battered. He was absolutely loving it! Being dominated by the growling, rabid sounding little guy was sending extra waves through him. It all showed by the way that his cock was throbbing and leaking all over the sink cabinet door it was pressed against.

“That’s it! Fucking ruin me, ya orange fucker!”

Dingodile was yelling out, voicing the mixed pleasure and thrilling jolts of pain while being violated by the animal-minded smelly beast. He felt his insides getting beaten up by the strong relentlessly pummeling. The girth was spreading him just right, pressing down on those spots that made his entire hole spasm. Crash never failed to fill him, keeping the pleasure constant and at its peak. Mingling with that welcomed discomfort was the hard pressing to his prostate, and the satisfying reverberating claps of Crash’s crotch slamming into his ass, the swinging balls knocking into his own bigger, heavier pair. Right now Crash was in complete control and was taking the chance to dominate his owner.

“Give it to me! You stop and there’ll be no dinner for you,” Dingodile warned, giving his pet extra incentive to keep pounding away.

Even from behind, Dingodile could smell the thick, musky stench that was radiating from Crash’s ruffled, grimy body. The roles were reversed: the smaller male was smearing his odor and sweat onto the fur and scales of his master’s ass. He kept inhaling the odor that came from his pet. The effort put into his unending rutting was causing Crash to sweat, adding to the mugginess of his pelt. Wafting out from his pits, crotch, and flexing hole, the marsupial’s deepening reek. The scent alone was causing his cock to throb all the harder, gushing greater amounts of precum. A greater mess of his fluids were made, splattering onto the cabinet and the floor. Meanwhile Crash was making a mess inside of him, showing that his balls were very potent for someone of his size, making the hole he was fucking all the sloppier.

The trailer was starting to rock some, a series of loud sounds making it through the metal casing. Things had picked up as time passed. Crash was pressing his mouth to Dingodile’s back. While sniffing he was fervently licking and even biting on brown fur, all but sucking up the aged liquid musk that clung to the countless hairs. He kept up his savage rutting, loving the sounds that were made by the other male. The way he squirmed and kept himself so tight. It allowed him to just get lost in it, listening to his body’s urge to simple mate hard, keeping his hips moving and his cock hilting every time, stuffing his way past the fat, dark colored rim.

Eventually Crash let out a howl, thrusting forward with even greater strength, putting all that he had into it. Dingodile was snarling from the exhilarating sting of his deeper parts being forced open by the cockhead and follow inches, forcing their way in and nestling deep into his guts. The pressure on his prostate all but doubled, causing his own fat cock to throb wildly. While he was panting and trembling, there was a splash of warmth and heat that was starting from deep inside of his ass, spreading quickly increasing as he felt the hard throbs that made the entire length of bandicoot cock pulse and spew fat globs of cum that further glazed the already slick and oily walls. He gave them a heavy dosage of spunk, filling the tight space with so much spunk.

Clinging just as hard to his owner, Crash’s eyes and balls were drawing up as his cock continued to pump even more of his tangy jizz into the bigger, funky male. He felt that he couldn’t stop, giving another thrust that would milk out more, keeping his balls tensing and sending more of his essence off. Dingodile was loving it, thinking for a moment that he would have been knocked up with a whole litter of bandicoot pups by now if he were a girl. Crash’s climax lasted for what had to be 3 more minutes of endless cum-pumping that further filled up Dingodile’s depths. And from this, the hybrid was pleasantly surprised by the gradual swelling of his stomach, taking everything that the feralized hero had to give him. Not a drop of it was spilled, all going into his guts in a literal sense.

After a while longer, Crash let out a deep sigh and finally let go of Dingodile. He simply let himself slide down and off, his cock slipping free from the stretched rim, that started to bubble immediately from the cum seeping its way out. Even with the hard rutting over, Crash could feel the heat lingering on his cock, dripping heavily with his cum that had slightly darkened in color and gained a stronger smell that Dingodile apparently liked a lot.

“Cheeky bugger…” Dingodile sighed as he leaned against the counter. He felt the increased weight and size of his already large stomach without even needing to look down at it. The heat of Crash’s fresh and fertile load was spreading to the rest of him, keeping him sweating as he softly panted. His own cock was still throbbing and leaking precum, meaning that it would need to be taken care of. But perhaps that could wait until after dinner…

“Oof!” Just as he was about to get up, Dingodile was pushed against the counter again from Crash jumping onto him again, panting hotly as he shoved his cock right back into the sloppy tailhole, picking up where he left off with more strong and fast thrusts. “I...I guess dinner can wait.”

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The more feral-like Crash became, the harder it was to control him. Dingodile had to subdue him with cum, the same way he did before to keep him from leaving. If not, Crash's neediness would cause him to act out. When he wasn’t content with simply sniffing or licking on a part of his owner’s body while he was trying to do something else, Crash would resort to scratching or biting to get his way. So Dingodile took to properly training his pet. He started by giving Crash something to keep occupied. It was an old discolored grimy pillow that was greasy to the touch. Along with that, Dingodile got a muzzle and slipped it over Crash’s face, keeping him from biting. When he would leave to go to work or for any other reason, Dingodile would stuff one of his cum-soaked jocks into the muzzle’s pocket before strapping it to Crash’s face, wishing him a good day and telling him to be good. With the jock pressed to his nose and mouth, Crash would spend the day too distracted by its taste and smell to do anything else.

Closing his eyes, took a deep breath, his eyes fluttering as he took in the sour, nose-burning aroma in directly. He let out a growl, feeling his mouth watering all over again. Keeping his nose going, Crash felt his cock pulsating with strength and leaking all over, reaching his hand down to grip and stroke it. He timed the sniffs with the slow strokes of his shaft, basking in the dual sensations of the rising physical pleasure and the brain-melting strength of the biting, suffocating stench of a greatly well-worn jock and the abundance of cum that was both fresh and old. While basking in it all, Crash was starting to fantasize about the hybrid that was still away at work.

Muffled moans left him as he continued to stroke himself a bit faster, envisioning himself in front of Dingodile, down on his hands and knees with his nose pressed to the dingo-croc’s cum-slathered gonads. A line of drool was running down his chin just thinking about it.

“Keep sniffing. This is what a real mutant smells like,” Dingodile’s voice was heard clearly in his mind, making his arousal rise all the higher.

That’s when he opened his eyes and gazed upon the rank pillow that had been left for him. He was quick to crawl over to it, easing his body on top. Instead of laying on the big cushion he instead mounted it as he started to move his hips. Starting slow, he shivered from the unique feeling of his cock grinding over the muggy surface. Even through the jock, he could smell the thick stink that rose from the pillow. Breathing in both was making his body shake and pulse, compelling him to put more weight down, properly mounting the pillow and holding it close.

The growls from him became more lustful as he started to hump the pillow the same way a dog was, now imagining himself grinding his cock against the large and soft surface of his owner’s ass. Gliding smoothly because of its rank state and the amount of precum he was releasing, Crash was able to smoothly slide his length over the surface, keeping the pleasure growing.

Now the sound of his cock grinding over the pillow could be heard along with his deepening, animalistic growls. The portion he was humping over was becoming all the warmer and stickier, his precum leaking all over and glazing the surface. Being so pent up from the aroma, it seemed that he had an endless supply of the fluid. Rocking his hips faster, he could hear the ‘slicks’ of his cock sliding along, still imagining that his cock was grinding over the hybrid’s rump and in between the cheeks.

Putting even more weight down, increasing his grip, he growled again as if his pretend partner was trying to get away from him. Still sniffing and licking at the jock stuffed into his muzzle, the bandicoot kept his body rocking, completely lost to all of the sensations. Thick aged musk was all around him. Coming from the marked walls, the jock, and the pillow; he put more pressure down, rubbing his cock against it even harder, letting out a snarling sound as he pinned the pillow down and started to rut it aggressively, his tongue keeping itself curling and grinding over the tainted fabric. The entire underside of his cock was slickened from his own precum, the thick darkened fluid acting as the perfect lube to keep him pumping smoothly. Hearing Dingodile’s moans and aggressive encouragement in his mind, Crash kept powering ahead, savoring the unique pleasure of thrill of what he was doing. He could almost feel the tightness of the big soft, musky cheeks keeping themselves firm on both sides of his cock, giving him a firm hold to hump against.

His fantasy developed as he sped up. He could almost hear Dingodile’s groans and pants, telling him how good it felt now that he was plowing into the hole between those cheeks, making the hybrid snarl and shake as he started to cum entirely hands free. Practically feeling the strong clenches of the other male’s tailhole, Crash was biting his cum-glazed lips and curling his toes.

Managing another strong thrust, he reached his peak. The pillow was given another glaze of dark and strong smelling cum. Letting out a guttural groan, the bandicoot started to paint the surface of the pillow in more layers of fluid that kept it so filthy, intending to let the stuff remain and add to the pillow’s dank state. Just as he came down from his climax he noticed that Dingodile had already come home and was standing there, apparently he had been watching for a while because he was already nude, his massive cock at full mast and throbbing.

“Heh. You were thinking about me, weren’t you?” Dingodile asked. When Crash nodded he snickered and ran his tongue over his muzzle. “Aw, I’m touched. And I’ve been saving this for you.”

His cock was throbbing and leaking all over as he reached down and picked up the bandicoot, getting and maintaining that hold as he pressed Crash’s back to his expansive belly. His hands moved down to lift and spread his pet’s legs, easing him down until his greasy rim was making contact with the hybrid’s precum-coated cockhead. Knowing what was coming next, Crash braced himself. Every fiber of his being was tingling as he felt the end rubbing against his opening, coating the surface completely. Right after came the first forceful shove that spread his hole right open and around the all-too-thick shaft with a loud, wet ‘pop.’

Right away more than half of it was stuffed inside of the orange marsupial, causing him to squirm and whine against the muggy jock still pressed against his face. As he moaned the taste of it was all the stronger on his tongue. His muffled voice was laced with ecstasy when the rest of the cock was jammed in with another thrust, the end result being a prominent bulge in his stomach, the skin and fur stretching out to accommodate the hefty flesh.

His ass was instantly tightening around the shaft, making the grip all the firmer. With nothing but precum to lube the way, Crash was enjoying the exhilarating mix of pain and pleasure that coursed through him. Dingodile didn’t keep him waiting, starting out with full strength when pulling back and stuffing all of his musky cockmeat down into Crash’s depths again. That happened again as Dingodile was starting out with a brisk pace. He was growling from the growing pleasure of pounding his cock against the slick anal lining while Crash was panting hotly against the jock, dampening it further with his damp exhales and drooling.

The thrusts then became faster and harder from there, picking up greater steam without warning. These hard ruts came with sharp smacks from their bodies connecting and more deep, wet noises from his now sloppy pole slipping past the rim in either direction. Crash was loving the continued strain of his insides being stretched around the huge flesh. He could never get used to or enough of the way it forced his insides to expand, putting pressure on everything inside of him.

Coming back from another shift at work, Dingodile was intending to blow off some steam, letting out a deep grunt in time with the pistoning motions of his rocking hips. Rising from them both was a shroud of musk, their unwashed bodies rubbing together, starting to sweat more and trading each other’s distinct filthy odors. The hybrid’s tongue was lolling as he kept pounding away, his body working without him having to think about it. Moving almost like a machine, that cock was kept sliding against the walls, letting off more honey-thick precum that was clinging to the bandicoot’s walls, feeling amazing to pump against.

“Keep squeezing on it!” Dingodile growled as he maintained the pace and speed, rutting without end. He loved everything about it: the nose burning scents all around him, the thrill of pumping his balls’ contents into the smaller body and the muffled sounds that were making their way through jock stuffed into the muzzle. They got louder from the shocks of his prostate being touched or the hard smacks of Dingodile’s much bigger balls smacking into Crash’s.

The relentless overfilling; his owner’s cock never failing to reach so deep. Its movements were constant and without pause, milking his prostate and grinding hard against his clenching walls...so soon Crash could feel himself getting close to yet another climax so soon. Precum was spurting from his swinging cum, landing wetly onto the ground with audible splatters.

Feeling the stronger clenches from his pet getting close, Dingodile held on tighter before slamming his way into the ripe bandicoot hole with greater power, feeling the excess of his own fluids overly-slathering his cock and dripping down his fat, swinging balls. Using that great amount of fluid, Dingodile surged forwards with greater power. A hiss and gasp were forced from Crash, him breathing in a wave of the jock’s stink as he felt the bulge in his stomach expanding much further. For a moment the pain was overpowering the pleasure, making Crash clench his trembling fists. When that sensation died down, his eyes practically formed hearts when he felt the scorching rush of blazing hot euphoria.

Humping rapidly, Dingodile kept most of his cock’s length inside. The pair were getting absolutely lost in the myriad of sensations around them. All they cared about was getting more from each other, bringing themselves all the closer to their eventual orgasms; sounding, smelling, and rutting like wild animals.

“Got something good brewing up! And you’re gonna take all of it!” Dingodile bellowed as he thrust in hard, bellowing out from the rush. He had a surprise for Crash. Before stepping into his trailer, the hybrid had already came a few times, just not enough to blow his actual load. That way he was able to fill Crash up as soon as he got to that point. His body was tensing as he released, feeling the fat wads of his ballbatter traveling up his shaft, blasting straight out from the fat tip. The tar-thick searing substance was quick to start filling Crash up.

In an incredibly short amount of time, Crash felt himself being filled up, his stomach expanding out and starting to sag from its own weight. The fluid’s gelatinous consistency was sending heat through the whole of his body, pushing out his stomach further and further to the point that he was looking several months pregnant. And even more was being pumped in further and further. His climax still going strong, Dingodile kept his fully engorged cock stuffed deep inside, not letting a drop spill. Because of this, Crash’s gut was ballooning out to a point that looked impossible for him to handle but he was still managing, feeling on top of the world from the heat radiating from his core and the rich stink that was kept fresh from the jock stuffed into his muzzle.

Purely from being inflated like never before, Crash was pushed into a climax that had him shooting ropes onto the floor, painting the surface in thick gooey lines of his musky, fruit smelling jizz. As the last drop of seed was fired into him, Dingodile suddenly felt lightheaded, falling back and taking Crash with him. As he landed on the ground his cock popped from Crash’s gaping tailhole. His hole twitched and released a gush of cum that just couldn’t be held back, spraying onto the flooring and whatever else was in its path, further marking the place in his and his owner’s combined stench.

“Save so for me,” Dingodile chuckled as he lifted Crash up, having the bandicoot sit on his face while cum was still freely flowing from his ass. He didn’t want the stuff to go to waste and proceeded to take deep gulps of his own extra thick spunk, groaning from the taste and consistency of his sludge-thick nutjuice. Deep grunts of enjoyment came from him as he chugged the stuff down, drinking it right from Crash’s hole.

When he pulled off and let out a deep sigh, Crash took it upon himself to move, flipping his body over and surging his hips forwards, making the bigger male gag as his mouth and throat were forced to take his cock. The bandicoot grunted as he started to rock his hips, grinding his cock against the squeezing warm and slick walls, freshly lubed with the hybrid’s own oily essence. Hearing the loud gags he forced out of Dingodile, Crash’s arousal was taken to new heights. Making it even better was the hybrid adjusting and working his tongue along the length that wasn’t in his throat, dragging and twisting all over the sweaty, grimey flesh. He savored the tang of aged sweat and the lingering sweetness of wumpa fruits.

Crash moaned out again, clenching his teeth from the rush of his balls drawing up, sending his darkened cum through his shaft. And from there he could feel his hot seed being pumped into the canine-reptile’s maw, hitting the back of his throat from the very start.

Dingodile let out a muffled sound, feeling the throbs and shooting of the fluid that was thicker and more flavorful than the precum. Even his means of breathing was partially plugged and his nose was all but smothered by Crash’s crotch being pressed firmly against it, feeling his nose with the wild, untamed spiciness of his unwashed groin. So he simply started to swallow the cum that was being given to him, feeling his own empty stomach getting filled with rich, musky loads. Crash was pumping loads as if he hadn’t cum in weeks, groaning and grinding his cock against the broad tongue all the while. And with every throb from his cock and balls, the hybrid’s stomach was filled further.

Made to take every drop the smaller male had to give, every spurt was being pumped into his guts. There was so much of it all coming out at once. He would have been impressed if not for him starting to lose the control he had, becoming overwhelmed as he felt his throat and stomach being flooded. His stomach was inflating to make room for the gunky splooge, feeling still blasting with full force. He choked on it, feeling thick gushes of cum shooting back up his nose.

Crash was still groaning and drooling as he was still pumping his loads into the other male, feeling it rushing back up, coating his throbbing flesh, coming out and dripping down his balls, making them saturated and hot. It was a sloppy mess that he absolutely loved, panting as he gave the last of what he had, ensuring that his master wouldn’t be hungry. When the final throb and spurt came he sighed deeply and simply fell onto his side, the motion pulling his cock free from the fanged muzzle.

“Now there’s a good boy,” Dingodile said affectionately. He finally undid the muzzle, letting Crash take a breath of the stink-tainted air before his mouth was against the bigger male’s. They began to aggressively kiss while basking in each other’s musk and filth. Dingodile was huffing on the reek and mess that clung to Crash’s face, digging his tongue deep into the other male’s mouth, feeling his cock plumping up all over again…