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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Crash could remember a time when he saw Dingodile as just another enemy to be fought and defeated, nothing more than a roadblock in the grand scheme of stopping another one of Neo Cortex’s plans. But Crash’s lift was anything but ordinary. Things were always being shaken up and flipped upside down. Dingodile had become an ally and then somewhat of a friend. It wasn't easy to work together at first but the two found they had plenty in common. They were both mutants, had a fondness for getting into scraps, and had similar “tastes.” \n\nCrash had no reason to hang out with the hybrid for the extended amount of time. That changed on the day that he ventured out to a secluded beach to beat the heat. Someone was already there. \n\nHe heard the groans before he came in close enough to see Dingodile lying on a ratty looking towel, sprawled out in the nude. His body was glistening with sweat and the groans were coming from one of his hands pumping up and down, sliding up and down his fat, meaty looking cock. \n\nDingodile continued to pleasure himself out in the open, unaware of the bandicoot’s gawking. He looked over and their eyes met but instead of being shocked, embarrassed, or angry. Instead he grinned and made a beckoning motion with his other hand.\n\n“Like what you see, mate? How about you come here and get a closer look. It won’t bite too hard.” he was just teasing but Crash actually approached, taking the bigger creature up on the offer...\n\n\n\n“Come on over, mate,” Dingodile said to him with a wink and smirk. “I’ve got something special for ya.” He and Crash were tucked away into his trailer, away from prying eyes. \n\nDingodile’s place was cramped, messy, and smelled of the large, heavy hybrid. He could remember the first time he invited Crash in but the bandicoot showed no signs of being disgusted.\n\nInstead he was looking around curiously and constantly sniffing, taking in the thick smell of dingo-crocodile that had seeped into everything: the walls, furniture, curtains, carpet, and it was constantly swirling about in the air, hanging around even when the door or windows were open to let the scent out. \n\nIn the present, Crash stepped right in with an excited look on his face. It had actually been a while since they had met up in private like this. That time hadn’t gone to waste. Dingodile used it to brew up something that he knew the marsupial would like. Crash could already guess what it was. Just standing close by, he noticed that Dingodile was even muskier than usual. It was even stronger than the thick alluring stink that was always hazing the trailer’s interior. \n\nCrash didn’t make it known but he actually had a kink for scents, strong manly ones. Sometimes he would indulge in his own scent after being out for a while or after another convoluted quest to stop an enemy. But Dinogile’s scent was something else entirely. It was so rich and addicting. While some would find it downright foul, Crash was drawn in like a bee to honey. \n\n“We’ve got a lot of catching up to do,” Dingodile said. While talking he was unfastening his overalls. As he finished the sentence there was a heavy ‘thump’ sound. The fabric had fallen to the floor, leaving the hybrid nude as he had nothing on underneath. Exposing his body in full caused the musk trapped beneath the fabric to spread out, joining what was already in the air. \n\nCrash took a deep breath, moaning as he exhaled. There was an instant tent in his pants, throbbing and making a wet spot in the front. Crash had been storing up as well. Dingodile’s aroma made him realize how pent up he truly was. \n\n“Well? What are you waiting for? Get those off and come get some,” Dingodile pointed to Crash’s pants. He rocked his hips side to side, making his fat cock swing back and forth. Hearing the meaty slaps of the flesh smacking his thighs sent a jolt down Crash’s spine and he instantly caved.\n\nAll but springing out of his pants and nearly tearing his slightly precum-soaked underwear off, Crash literally threw himself at the bigger male. With his arms spread out he wrapped them around the dingo-croc when their bodies made contact. The first thing he did was take another deep breath while nuzzling his face into the hot, sweaty chest. \n\n“Missed me that much?” Dingodile asked with a grin of satisfaction. \n\nCrash’s response to this was to keep going. Their bodies were so close that Dingodile’s body heat was sinking into him. That wasn’t the only thing; the hybrid’s sweat was seeping into his pelt and even reaching his skin, making it feel damp in addition to the increased warmth.\n\nEmbracing this, Crash kept rubbing his face into the big chest, sliding it over the rough sweat-slicked scales. While doing this his sniffs were heard, coming before he would exhale and moan. Dingodile was keeping himself still, letting the little guy get his fill. Usually he was antsy about getting to the real good stuff, but he was actually getting a kick out of seeing someone actually appreciating his smell. \n\nJust from the light grinding, Crash was starting to smell more of Dingodile than of himself, soaking up the hybrid’s unique funk like a rag. But he wanted more, there was plenty of body to explore and the chest area was hardly anything compared to the other areas and the deeper musk they held. His nose was already leading him to one of these spots, causing him to repeatedly inch to the side until he was hovering his nose over Dingodile’s underarm. \n\nThe arm was lifted, exposing his pit. Crash gazed upon it with wide eyes, the glistening, sticky looking crevice. Jutting out was a ruffled, shiny bush of thicker brown fur, soaked to the tee with hybrid perspiration. Now that it was given some room to escape, lines of sweat were trickling down from the dense underarm hair. Dingodile wasn’t lying when he said he had something special. He was even sweatier than usual and his smell was much richer too. \n\nThere was no way that Crash couldn’t ignore the burning need to shove his face into it. Seeing no need to deny himself, the bandicoot did just that, burying nearly his entire head under the much bigger creature’s arm. He sniffed deeply and rapidly, hurtling the ripe pit-funk into his nose and keeping it fresh in his nasal passages. \n\n“You’re like a rabid dog,” Dingodile chuckled. Crash wasn’t just sniffing fervently but he was also aggressively grinding his face into it, smearing the sweat all over his facial fur, completely coating himself in the hybrid’s reek. \n\nCrash either wasn’t listening or he was encouraged by Dingodile’s words. Because the next thing he did was start running his tongue across the pit, first lapping over the muggy fur, savoring its biting salty flavor. It was making his mouth water even more. Applying more pressure with his licks, Crash parted the rougher sweat-soaked fur. It was even stronger in taste and smell, trapped in between the almost greasy hairs. \n\nQuickly becoming addicted to the fittingly swampy taste, Crash focused solely there. His licking became even faster and harder, combing through the coarse fur and he even began to suck from it, siphoning the extra bitter degree of sweat out. Crash was trying his best to slather it over every little bit of his tongue, moaning out the entire time. \n\nDingodile was groaning from all of this, feeling a sense of comfort and arousal from his pit being sucked and slobbered on so passionately. It was already wet under there but Crash took things to a whole new level, leaving his underarm absolutely slathered in an even hotter, slicker, and stickier mix of his own hybrid sweat and bandicoot spit. \n\nWorshiping the pit had made Crash’s mouth taste and smell of the grungy space, but that’s exactly what he wanted. He was hoping that it, along with everything else that would be coming, would linger on his tongue and in his nose for a while after they were done. Multiple strings of fluid kept his mouth and Dingodile’s armpit connected when Crash pulled his mouth off, panting heatedly with a dazed expression on his face. \n\n“Had yer fun? Surprised you didn’t pass out in there,” Dingodile said. Seeing the dopey smile on the smaller creature’s face made him smile a bit. Then he observed Crash scooting back over to where he started, pressing his face to the dingo-croc’s chest again. Picking up where he left off, Crash resumed inhaling, taking in the musk that wasn’t as strong but he still loved it just as much. Exploring the scaly, damp surface brought him to one of Dingodile’s dark and meaty nipples. Just looking at it was making his mouth water all over again. \n\n“Oi!” Dingodile jumped in reaction to the hot, wet mouth latching itself onto his sweaty nub. \n\nWith just as much, if not even more fervor, Crash was lavishing it with rough licks, firm sucks, and even some light biting. The texture of his flicking and swirling muscle was just the start of it. What he found while doing this was the delightfully sharper tang of sweat that had stuck itself to the teat. Licking and sucking on it at the same time was getting it all over his taste buds. \n\nThe biting was purely for Dinodile’s sake. Applying the perfect amount of pressure, he squeezed the nipple in between his teeth and he kept nibbling on it, humming against the firm yet soft pec. Both of his arms were outstretched, one being somewhat over the hybrid’s shoulder to keep him right where he wanted to be. The other was free to roam outwards and he was reaching just a bit lower to stroke and pat the wide belly. \n\n“Oh, it must be my birthday or sumthin’,” Dingodile groaned. This was actually something new and yet Crash was doing all the right things. The treatment of his nipple was tender while also being rough in just the right ways. Flicking and grinding, the tongue was making the nub tilt to the side before springing back into its usual position. Following it up were more nibbles that would send a certain kind of pleasure through him. And the sucking was the icing on the cake for Dinodile, adding an extra “something” that made the stimulation effective. \n\n At the same time, the belly rubbing was bringing a level of soothing comfort that Dingodile wasn’t going to complain about. Crash’s actions alone were proving that he had certainly missed him. He was mostly in for the pleasure but there was something nice about being given something more sensual. \n\nCrash popped his mouth from the first nipple, moved over and then pushed it back down on the other nipple. Right away he resumed licking, sucking, and biting. Using his tongue, lips, and teeth all in tandem on the untouched one made Dingodile moan. Crash was going even harder. The force of his sucking was greater. His tongue’s swipes were done faster, keeping the touch near constant and the biting was just a bit more aggressive, all but actually biting into the flesh. \n\nHearing those groans from the swamp-dwelling hybrid kept Crash going, wanting to hear more. \n\n“What else you got for me?” Dingodile asked when Crash pulled his mouth off again. \n\nThe rambunctious hero visibly pondered for a moment then he perked up. As usual he wasn’t going to give any hint of what he was going to do next. He was already acting, sliding his body down Dingodile’s body, rubbing more of his orange fur against the glistening scales, getting even more musk onto himself. But he didn’t stop to bask in this, having a clear goal in mind. He slid all the way down and touched his feet to the floor again. \n\nCrash was laser focused on the hybrid’s crotch, namely his balls. The sack was wide and heavy thanks to the pair of twin almost orange sized orbs. He could see them churning already, slathered in sweat and shining from the light coming in from the window. Getting down to his knees, the bandicoot reached a hand out and palmed the sack, feeling itself heft while re-wetting his fingers from the perspiration. Coating his fingers and palm in the stuff, he pulled his hand back and then brought it to his nose, deeply inhaling the scaly pouch’s aroma. \n\n“That’s good ain’t it?” Dingodile asked. Crash nodded and came in close again, not just with his hands but his face as well. Palming the sack again, he kept it elevated. Pressing his nose right in between the hefty spheres, Crash couldn’t have stopped himself from sniffing madly and nuzzling against them, even if his life would have depended on it. \n\nReceiving the spicier tone that came from the hybrid’s fat balls, Crash proceeded to coat his facial fur in an extra layer of stink that came from yet another part of Dingodile’s body. After getting a good sniff of them, Crash then let his tongue have a turn. Right from the start he was licking all over the first nut, running it over the curvature with enough pressure to slather his taste buds in the nut’s clinging sweat. \n\nIts taste was even more bitter than the chest or pits, having an extra salty tang that he was eager to renew. One lick came over the other as he slowly moved his head about the whole of one sphere, making it glisten even more from his saliva as well. Once he was done with the first he moved over the other and gave it the same treatment. Since Dingodile had clearly been skipping out on a bath or two, Crash took it upon himself to clean away the liquid musk and light grime all on his own. \n\nNow that both were giving their introductory attention, Crash just worshiped the ballsack as a whole with no aim. Just going back and forth between them, still running his tongue all over and even suckling on one then the other ball. Just louder than Dingodile’s groans where the sharp sounds of Crash’s firm sucks. For the time being he could manage to get just one testicle into his mouth at one time but he made up for that by lavishing the whole thing, from front to back, with a constant flailing motion that gave pleasure while making the balls as a whole much wetter and warmer. \n\n“Careful not to bite down, mate. Those aren’t Wumpas.” \n\nSince he was already in the area, Crash made a smooth transition from the balls to the cock that was already erect, pulsing and leaking precum onto the already stained flooring. The sight and smell were more than enough to lure him in. It was even stronger than what came to the balls. Also shimmering with perspiration, Dingodile’s cock was a marvel all on its own. Uncut and nearly twice as thick as the bandicoot’s arm, not just very thick but also longer than average, the end of the phallus was dipping downwards from its own weight. \n\nPositioned at the base where the cock balls ended and the cock started, Crash started to move upwards. He already had his tongue out, licking as he went along. He only went so far, sliding all the way until he was getting close to the tip. It was left untouched, and he would slide back to the base. His mouth was wide as he pressed his mouth to the shaft from the side like how one would eat corn on the cob. He was sliding his head from side to side with his tongue sliding along the underside and sometimes reaching further to somewhat touch the other side. \n\nQuickly making the latter half of the cock shine even more from his spit, Crash felt it was time to move further, finally giving DIngodile’s tip some attention. Still going back and forth a few more times, he would glide his muzzle to the base, back to the tip, and then to the base. When the tip was reached, Crash kept himself there, easing his mouth off as he lifted a hand and pulled back the thick foreskin. Not only did it expose the bulbous cockhead but all the sweat that had been kept underneath. The smell of it reached his nose and he let out a sound of joy. \n\nHis hand kept the foreskin bunched up so that he could move his tongue in, pushing and sliding it underneath the musky folds. Once he was in there, Crash was doing his best to go all the way around, dragging his tongue along . Getting all over his tongue was the almost stinging taste of the sweat that had been left in there. It’s smell was more intense as well, just a little whiff was enough to make his mind buzz. \n\n“Oh..you really know how to make a bloke feel special...” Dingodile groaned, resisting the urge to thrust against the mouth that was only doing so much to his fat hog. Watching Crash lick and softly mouth his dick was enough to make him shake and gasp. The bandicoot was clearly teasing him. There was a hint of mischief in his eyes and when Dingodile saw it he grinned back. He decided to see what the little guy had in mind. He hissed when Crash rapidly swiped his tongue back and forth across his frenulum after the foreskin was pulled back further. It was just that part being teased, sending bursts of pleasure through his entire body. \n\nCrash’s mouth slid off again, leaving him pulsing and aching for more. “Oi, yer killin’ me, Bandicoot!” Dingodile growled. Crash wasn’t fazed and wore a cheeky smile as he inched his way around, tapping the thick and heavy crocodile tail. Dingodile’s expression softened and he lifted his tail while leaning his whole body forward, giving the smaller male access to his big, fat, and wide rump. Lifting up his tail again caused a cloud of musk to spread out and Crash could see the thick lines of sweat running down the large pair of cheeks. \n\n“Enjoying the view, runt?” Dingodile asked as he swayed his hips from side to side a bit. “Why don’t you-” \n\nHe felt both of his asscheeks being roughly grabbed, squeezed, and parted. Crash grunted when doing this, spreading the mounds and revealing the plump, puffy, and saturated hybrid hole. Seeing it wink was all that Crash needed. \n\n“Why don’t you give it a- Oh come on!” Dingodile groaned then chuckled. Before he could finish his bit, the smaller creature had already shoved his head in, all but ramming his face into the big, almost greasy rim. He was again rubbing his face against it while inhaling sharply. Sucking in the butt musk like a vacuum, Crash savored the earthier tone, the way it slightly burned his nostrils and got stuck into the very back of them. \n\nMore than he had before with any other part of Dinogdile’s body, Crash was smelling and then licking. He passed up the buildup and instead just jammed his tongue in, forcing his way past the meaty pucker. Sliding it in as far as he could beforehand, Crash made contact with the hot, puffy walls before he started flailing his tongue in all directions, attacking the surfaces with full enthusiasm. \n\n“Oh! Ooh...” Dingodile melted, now the one wearing a dopey smile. The specific pleasure that came from having his walls pressed and stroked was greater than he expected. Crash’s skills had most certainly improved since their last few times. Before now he would more or less bumble about until he found something to press his nose again. But this time he was going from place to place, giving all musky parts their due attention. \n\nEven though the entirety of his tongue was already inside, Crash was pushing his face in further, slipping more of his muzzle past the rim, almost as if he was intending to slip his skinny body inside. This added stretching was paired with the harder and faster licks. They were all hitting the right spots too, making up for the tongue’s small size relative to the hole it was pushed into. Mashing the prostate with his tongue caused the hybrid’s hole to clench down on Crash’s muzzle, smearing more sweat onto it and ensuring the stink of his butt would be clinging for a while. \n\n“Yer really going at it. Hehe, maybe these buns would be even better with butter,” Dingodile muttered with amusement. After he said that the bandicoot’s mouth was pulled free. “Was that one too much?” \n\nCrash came back around, his body stinking of hybrid in multiple places. Dingodile wondered what part of him would be licked next but Crash stood in front of him. He bent over to the point that his head was between his legs. He gave the much bigger male a smile and then pointed to his own rear one hand and spread one of his butt cheeks with the other, revealing his own hole. \n\n“Now we’re talking!” Dingodile beamed. “C’mere!” His big hands reached out and snatched the bandicoot up, pulling him in by his orange hips. \n\n“Hope you got yer fill, cause now it’s my turn!” Dingodile bellowed. With just his thumbs he parted Crash’s asscheeks and then he spit on the perfectly rounded and pink hole. \n\nCrash bit his lip and balled his fist when he felt the tip poke at his rim. It pressed to the ring of muscle, grinding back and forth, smearing precum all over the surface. Figuring the combined fluids was enough, the hybrid went ahead with thrusting his cock in while pulling Crash backwards. The bandicoot yelled out from this, being instantly stretched all the way around by Dingodile’s much thicker than average cock. His practice had helped with everything else but taking the dingo-croc’s huge maleness was still something he struggled to handle, but in a good way. \n\nDingodile proceeded to use Crash like a fleshlight, pumping the smaller creature’s body in time with his thrusts, ensuring that his cock was sliding as deeply as it could. Groans of pleasure and strain were coming from the bandicoot. When the cock was buried all the way in there was a visible bulge protruding from his stomach, shrinking when the length pulled back. \n\n“Already squeezing like a nutcracker!” the hybrid growled. His large and strong hips were constantly moving, his pelvis bouncing off the orange furred ass. Smacking audibly and with force were his balls, knocking repeatedly into Crash’s hangers. \n\nA mix of sweat and precum was getting stuck to Crash’s rump, making both his fur and skin sticky. As more of the fluids were getting onto him that sensation increased but the shirtless hero’s main focus was on the huge hole-stretcher that was barreling its way into his guts. His walls were feeling hot and slimy from the amount of fluids that were splattering from the wide tip. \n\n“Still in one piece, eh? Good, cause we got a lot of catching up to do!” With that being said he put more speed into it, holding Crash’s body with a tighter grip, and rocking his hips with added force. The smacks, squelches, and thumps of their bodies meeting were becoming all the louder as the excess was starting to spill out, dripping down the balls they came from. \n\nSeveral spots at once were touched when Dingodile’s cock came sailing into his depths, leaving him moaning and shaking. His own length was swinging back and forth from the pulling and pushing, flinging strings of his precum onto the already marked floor. In response to these spots, such as his prostate, being forced down by the girth, Crash’s hole would clench down firmly, giving Dingodile something even tighter to thrust into. \n\nTheir moans, growls, and huffs could be heard outside of the trailer but inside was the thick funk of musk and sex. Dingodile wasn’t the only one sweating and Crash’s perspiration added a tanginess to the bouquet of swampy earthiness that was all around. As things were getting faster, the two felt themselves getting close to their limits but neither were willing to slow things down. \n\n“Rrrgh! Get ready to be swamped!” Dingodile snarled. He managed a few more pumps before a final hard slam came. It ended with his cock stuck deep inside of Crash, kept in his bulged gut. That bulge was expanding as the huge musky prick was spewing huge loads of seed that had been saved up to this point. All of it was going inside of the moaning bandicoot, making his stomach swell substantially with every gush and groan from the bigger creature. \n\nThe sensation of being filled beyond what his body was ever meant to handle, feeling the sticky heat flooding him, and hearing Dingodile’s climatic grunts...the orange marsupial was pushed into his own climax, his tongue lolling and his eyes rolling as he shot ropes of bandicoot spunk onto the floor, adding to the mess of seed that was already spilling from his overfilled tailhole. \n\n“C-crikey!” Dingodile grunted when he came down from the rush of at least draining the excess. “Hehe. You’re starting to look like a furry water balloon. Think you handle a little more?” \n\nCrash groaned but gave a thumbs up. \n\n“Hehe. I think we should get together more often...” Dingodile grinned as he started up again. \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Crash could remember a time when he saw Dingodile as just another enemy to be fought and defeated, nothing more than a roadblock in the grand scheme of stopping another one of Neo Cortex’s plans. But Crash’s lift was anything but ordinary. Things were always being shaken up and flipped upside down. Dingodile had become an ally and then somewhat of a friend. It wasn't easy to work together at first but the two found they had plenty in common. They were both mutants, had a fondness for getting into scraps, and had similar “tastes.”

Crash had no reason to hang out with the hybrid for the extended amount of time. That changed on the day that he ventured out to a secluded beach to beat the heat. Someone was already there.

He heard the groans before he came in close enough to see Dingodile lying on a ratty looking towel, sprawled out in the nude. His body was glistening with sweat and the groans were coming from one of his hands pumping up and down, sliding up and down his fat, meaty looking cock.

Dingodile continued to pleasure himself out in the open, unaware of the bandicoot’s gawking. He looked over and their eyes met but instead of being shocked, embarrassed, or angry. Instead he grinned and made a beckoning motion with his other hand.

“Like what you see, mate? How about you come here and get a closer look. It won’t bite too hard.” he was just teasing but Crash actually approached, taking the bigger creature up on the offer...



“Come on over, mate,” Dingodile said to him with a wink and smirk. “I’ve got something special for ya.” He and Crash were tucked away into his trailer, away from prying eyes.

Dingodile’s place was cramped, messy, and smelled of the large, heavy hybrid. He could remember the first time he invited Crash in but the bandicoot showed no signs of being disgusted.

Instead he was looking around curiously and constantly sniffing, taking in the thick smell of dingo-crocodile that had seeped into everything: the walls, furniture, curtains, carpet, and it was constantly swirling about in the air, hanging around even when the door or windows were open to let the scent out.

In the present, Crash stepped right in with an excited look on his face. It had actually been a while since they had met up in private like this. That time hadn’t gone to waste. Dingodile used it to brew up something that he knew the marsupial would like. Crash could already guess what it was. Just standing close by, he noticed that Dingodile was even muskier than usual. It was even stronger than the thick alluring stink that was always hazing the trailer’s interior.

Crash didn’t make it known but he actually had a kink for scents, strong manly ones. Sometimes he would indulge in his own scent after being out for a while or after another convoluted quest to stop an enemy. But Dinogile’s scent was something else entirely. It was so rich and addicting. While some would find it downright foul, Crash was drawn in like a bee to honey.

“We’ve got a lot of catching up to do,” Dingodile said. While talking he was unfastening his overalls. As he finished the sentence there was a heavy ‘thump’ sound. The fabric had fallen to the floor, leaving the hybrid nude as he had nothing on underneath. Exposing his body in full caused the musk trapped beneath the fabric to spread out, joining what was already in the air.

Crash took a deep breath, moaning as he exhaled. There was an instant tent in his pants, throbbing and making a wet spot in the front. Crash had been storing up as well. Dingodile’s aroma made him realize how pent up he truly was.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Get those off and come get some,” Dingodile pointed to Crash’s pants. He rocked his hips side to side, making his fat cock swing back and forth. Hearing the meaty slaps of the flesh smacking his thighs sent a jolt down Crash’s spine and he instantly caved.

All but springing out of his pants and nearly tearing his slightly precum-soaked underwear off, Crash literally threw himself at the bigger male. With his arms spread out he wrapped them around the dingo-croc when their bodies made contact. The first thing he did was take another deep breath while nuzzling his face into the hot, sweaty chest.

“Missed me that much?” Dingodile asked with a grin of satisfaction.

Crash’s response to this was to keep going. Their bodies were so close that Dingodile’s body heat was sinking into him. That wasn’t the only thing; the hybrid’s sweat was seeping into his pelt and even reaching his skin, making it feel damp in addition to the increased warmth.

Embracing this, Crash kept rubbing his face into the big chest, sliding it over the rough sweat-slicked scales. While doing this his sniffs were heard, coming before he would exhale and moan. Dingodile was keeping himself still, letting the little guy get his fill. Usually he was antsy about getting to the real good stuff, but he was actually getting a kick out of seeing someone actually appreciating his smell.

Just from the light grinding, Crash was starting to smell more of Dingodile than of himself, soaking up the hybrid’s unique funk like a rag. But he wanted more, there was plenty of body to explore and the chest area was hardly anything compared to the other areas and the deeper musk they held. His nose was already leading him to one of these spots, causing him to repeatedly inch to the side until he was hovering his nose over Dingodile’s underarm.

The arm was lifted, exposing his pit. Crash gazed upon it with wide eyes, the glistening, sticky looking crevice. Jutting out was a ruffled, shiny bush of thicker brown fur, soaked to the tee with hybrid perspiration. Now that it was given some room to escape, lines of sweat were trickling down from the dense underarm hair. Dingodile wasn’t lying when he said he had something special. He was even sweatier than usual and his smell was much richer too.

There was no way that Crash couldn’t ignore the burning need to shove his face into it. Seeing no need to deny himself, the bandicoot did just that, burying nearly his entire head under the much bigger creature’s arm. He sniffed deeply and rapidly, hurtling the ripe pit-funk into his nose and keeping it fresh in his nasal passages.

“You’re like a rabid dog,” Dingodile chuckled. Crash wasn’t just sniffing fervently but he was also aggressively grinding his face into it, smearing the sweat all over his facial fur, completely coating himself in the hybrid’s reek.

Crash either wasn’t listening or he was encouraged by Dingodile’s words. Because the next thing he did was start running his tongue across the pit, first lapping over the muggy fur, savoring its biting salty flavor. It was making his mouth water even more. Applying more pressure with his licks, Crash parted the rougher sweat-soaked fur. It was even stronger in taste and smell, trapped in between the almost greasy hairs.

Quickly becoming addicted to the fittingly swampy taste, Crash focused solely there. His licking became even faster and harder, combing through the coarse fur and he even began to suck from it, siphoning the extra bitter degree of sweat out. Crash was trying his best to slather it over every little bit of his tongue, moaning out the entire time.

Dingodile was groaning from all of this, feeling a sense of comfort and arousal from his pit being sucked and slobbered on so passionately. It was already wet under there but Crash took things to a whole new level, leaving his underarm absolutely slathered in an even hotter, slicker, and stickier mix of his own hybrid sweat and bandicoot spit.

Worshiping the pit had made Crash’s mouth taste and smell of the grungy space, but that’s exactly what he wanted. He was hoping that it, along with everything else that would be coming, would linger on his tongue and in his nose for a while after they were done. Multiple strings of fluid kept his mouth and Dingodile’s armpit connected when Crash pulled his mouth off, panting heatedly with a dazed expression on his face.

“Had yer fun? Surprised you didn’t pass out in there,” Dingodile said. Seeing the dopey smile on the smaller creature’s face made him smile a bit. Then he observed Crash scooting back over to where he started, pressing his face to the dingo-croc’s chest again. Picking up where he left off, Crash resumed inhaling, taking in the musk that wasn’t as strong but he still loved it just as much. Exploring the scaly, damp surface brought him to one of Dingodile’s dark and meaty nipples. Just looking at it was making his mouth water all over again.

“Oi!” Dingodile jumped in reaction to the hot, wet mouth latching itself onto his sweaty nub.

With just as much, if not even more fervor, Crash was lavishing it with rough licks, firm sucks, and even some light biting. The texture of his flicking and swirling muscle was just the start of it. What he found while doing this was the delightfully sharper tang of sweat that had stuck itself to the teat. Licking and sucking on it at the same time was getting it all over his taste buds.

The biting was purely for Dinodile’s sake. Applying the perfect amount of pressure, he squeezed the nipple in between his teeth and he kept nibbling on it, humming against the firm yet soft pec. Both of his arms were outstretched, one being somewhat over the hybrid’s shoulder to keep him right where he wanted to be. The other was free to roam outwards and he was reaching just a bit lower to stroke and pat the wide belly.

“Oh, it must be my birthday or sumthin’,” Dingodile groaned. This was actually something new and yet Crash was doing all the right things. The treatment of his nipple was tender while also being rough in just the right ways. Flicking and grinding, the tongue was making the nub tilt to the side before springing back into its usual position. Following it up were more nibbles that would send a certain kind of pleasure through him. And the sucking was the icing on the cake for Dinodile, adding an extra “something” that made the stimulation effective.

 At the same time, the belly rubbing was bringing a level of soothing comfort that Dingodile wasn’t going to complain about. Crash’s actions alone were proving that he had certainly missed him. He was mostly in for the pleasure but there was something nice about being given something more sensual.

Crash popped his mouth from the first nipple, moved over and then pushed it back down on the other nipple. Right away he resumed licking, sucking, and biting. Using his tongue, lips, and teeth all in tandem on the untouched one made Dingodile moan. Crash was going even harder. The force of his sucking was greater. His tongue’s swipes were done faster, keeping the touch near constant and the biting was just a bit more aggressive, all but actually biting into the flesh.

Hearing those groans from the swamp-dwelling hybrid kept Crash going, wanting to hear more.

“What else you got for me?” Dingodile asked when Crash pulled his mouth off again.

The rambunctious hero visibly pondered for a moment then he perked up. As usual he wasn’t going to give any hint of what he was going to do next. He was already acting, sliding his body down Dingodile’s body, rubbing more of his orange fur against the glistening scales, getting even more musk onto himself. But he didn’t stop to bask in this, having a clear goal in mind. He slid all the way down and touched his feet to the floor again.

Crash was laser focused on the hybrid’s crotch, namely his balls. The sack was wide and heavy thanks to the pair of twin almost orange sized orbs. He could see them churning already, slathered in sweat and shining from the light coming in from the window. Getting down to his knees, the bandicoot reached a hand out and palmed the sack, feeling itself heft while re-wetting his fingers from the perspiration. Coating his fingers and palm in the stuff, he pulled his hand back and then brought it to his nose, deeply inhaling the scaly pouch’s aroma.

“That’s good ain’t it?” Dingodile asked. Crash nodded and came in close again, not just with his hands but his face as well. Palming the sack again, he kept it elevated. Pressing his nose right in between the hefty spheres, Crash couldn’t have stopped himself from sniffing madly and nuzzling against them, even if his life would have depended on it.

Receiving the spicier tone that came from the hybrid’s fat balls, Crash proceeded to coat his facial fur in an extra layer of stink that came from yet another part of Dingodile’s body. After getting a good sniff of them, Crash then let his tongue have a turn. Right from the start he was licking all over the first nut, running it over the curvature with enough pressure to slather his taste buds in the nut’s clinging sweat.

Its taste was even more bitter than the chest or pits, having an extra salty tang that he was eager to renew. One lick came over the other as he slowly moved his head about the whole of one sphere, making it glisten even more from his saliva as well. Once he was done with the first he moved over the other and gave it the same treatment. Since Dingodile had clearly been skipping out on a bath or two, Crash took it upon himself to clean away the liquid musk and light grime all on his own.

Now that both were giving their introductory attention, Crash just worshiped the ballsack as a whole with no aim. Just going back and forth between them, still running his tongue all over and even suckling on one then the other ball. Just louder than Dingodile’s groans where the sharp sounds of Crash’s firm sucks. For the time being he could manage to get just one testicle into his mouth at one time but he made up for that by lavishing the whole thing, from front to back, with a constant flailing motion that gave pleasure while making the balls as a whole much wetter and warmer.

“Careful not to bite down, mate. Those aren’t Wumpas.”

Since he was already in the area, Crash made a smooth transition from the balls to the cock that was already erect, pulsing and leaking precum onto the already stained flooring. The sight and smell were more than enough to lure him in. It was even stronger than what came to the balls. Also shimmering with perspiration, Dingodile’s cock was a marvel all on its own. Uncut and nearly twice as thick as the bandicoot’s arm, not just very thick but also longer than average, the end of the phallus was dipping downwards from its own weight.

Positioned at the base where the cock balls ended and the cock started, Crash started to move upwards. He already had his tongue out, licking as he went along. He only went so far, sliding all the way until he was getting close to the tip. It was left untouched, and he would slide back to the base. His mouth was wide as he pressed his mouth to the shaft from the side like how one would eat corn on the cob. He was sliding his head from side to side with his tongue sliding along the underside and sometimes reaching further to somewhat touch the other side.

Quickly making the latter half of the cock shine even more from his spit, Crash felt it was time to move further, finally giving DIngodile’s tip some attention. Still going back and forth a few more times, he would glide his muzzle to the base, back to the tip, and then to the base. When the tip was reached, Crash kept himself there, easing his mouth off as he lifted a hand and pulled back the thick foreskin. Not only did it expose the bulbous cockhead but all the sweat that had been kept underneath. The smell of it reached his nose and he let out a sound of joy.

His hand kept the foreskin bunched up so that he could move his tongue in, pushing and sliding it underneath the musky folds. Once he was in there, Crash was doing his best to go all the way around, dragging his tongue along . Getting all over his tongue was the almost stinging taste of the sweat that had been left in there. It’s smell was more intense as well, just a little whiff was enough to make his mind buzz.

“Oh..you really know how to make a bloke feel special...” Dingodile groaned, resisting the urge to thrust against the mouth that was only doing so much to his fat hog. Watching Crash lick and softly mouth his dick was enough to make him shake and gasp. The bandicoot was clearly teasing him. There was a hint of mischief in his eyes and when Dingodile saw it he grinned back. He decided to see what the little guy had in mind. He hissed when Crash rapidly swiped his tongue back and forth across his frenulum after the foreskin was pulled back further. It was just that part being teased, sending bursts of pleasure through his entire body.

Crash’s mouth slid off again, leaving him pulsing and aching for more. “Oi, yer killin’ me, Bandicoot!” Dingodile growled. Crash wasn’t fazed and wore a cheeky smile as he inched his way around, tapping the thick and heavy crocodile tail. Dingodile’s expression softened and he lifted his tail while leaning his whole body forward, giving the smaller male access to his big, fat, and wide rump. Lifting up his tail again caused a cloud of musk to spread out and Crash could see the thick lines of sweat running down the large pair of cheeks.

“Enjoying the view, runt?” Dingodile asked as he swayed his hips from side to side a bit. “Why don’t you-”

He felt both of his asscheeks being roughly grabbed, squeezed, and parted. Crash grunted when doing this, spreading the mounds and revealing the plump, puffy, and saturated hybrid hole. Seeing it wink was all that Crash needed.

“Why don’t you give it a- Oh come on!” Dingodile groaned then chuckled. Before he could finish his bit, the smaller creature had already shoved his head in, all but ramming his face into the big, almost greasy rim. He was again rubbing his face against it while inhaling sharply. Sucking in the butt musk like a vacuum, Crash savored the earthier tone, the way it slightly burned his nostrils and got stuck into the very back of them.

More than he had before with any other part of Dinogdile’s body, Crash was smelling and then licking. He passed up the buildup and instead just jammed his tongue in, forcing his way past the meaty pucker. Sliding it in as far as he could beforehand, Crash made contact with the hot, puffy walls before he started flailing his tongue in all directions, attacking the surfaces with full enthusiasm.

“Oh! Ooh...” Dingodile melted, now the one wearing a dopey smile. The specific pleasure that came from having his walls pressed and stroked was greater than he expected. Crash’s skills had most certainly improved since their last few times. Before now he would more or less bumble about until he found something to press his nose again. But this time he was going from place to place, giving all musky parts their due attention.

Even though the entirety of his tongue was already inside, Crash was pushing his face in further, slipping more of his muzzle past the rim, almost as if he was intending to slip his skinny body inside. This added stretching was paired with the harder and faster licks. They were all hitting the right spots too, making up for the tongue’s small size relative to the hole it was pushed into. Mashing the prostate with his tongue caused the hybrid’s hole to clench down on Crash’s muzzle, smearing more sweat onto it and ensuring the stink of his butt would be clinging for a while.

“Yer really going at it. Hehe, maybe these buns would be even better with butter,” Dingodile muttered with amusement. After he said that the bandicoot’s mouth was pulled free. “Was that one too much?”

Crash came back around, his body stinking of hybrid in multiple places. Dingodile wondered what part of him would be licked next but Crash stood in front of him. He bent over to the point that his head was between his legs. He gave the much bigger male a smile and then pointed to his own rear one hand and spread one of his butt cheeks with the other, revealing his own hole.

“Now we’re talking!” Dingodile beamed. “C’mere!” His big hands reached out and snatched the bandicoot up, pulling him in by his orange hips.

“Hope you got yer fill, cause now it’s my turn!” Dingodile bellowed. With just his thumbs he parted  Crash’s asscheeks and then he spit on the perfectly rounded and pink hole.

Crash bit his lip and balled his fist when he felt the tip poke at his rim. It pressed to the ring of muscle, grinding back and forth, smearing precum all over the surface. Figuring the combined fluids was enough, the hybrid went ahead with thrusting his cock in while pulling Crash backwards. The bandicoot yelled out from this, being instantly stretched all the way around by Dingodile’s much thicker than average cock. His practice had helped with everything else but taking the dingo-croc’s huge maleness was still something he struggled to handle, but in a good way.

Dingodile proceeded to use Crash like a fleshlight, pumping the smaller creature’s body in time with his thrusts, ensuring that his cock was sliding as deeply as it could. Groans of pleasure and strain were coming from the bandicoot. When the cock was buried all the way in there was a visible bulge protruding from his stomach, shrinking when the length pulled back.

“Already squeezing like a nutcracker!” the hybrid growled. His large and strong hips were constantly moving, his pelvis bouncing off the orange furred ass. Smacking audibly and with force were his balls, knocking repeatedly into Crash’s hangers.

A mix of sweat and precum was getting stuck to Crash’s rump, making both his fur and skin sticky. As more of the fluids were getting onto him that sensation increased but the shirtless hero’s main focus was on the huge hole-stretcher that was barreling its way into his guts. His walls were feeling hot and slimy from the amount of fluids that were splattering from the wide tip.

“Still in one piece, eh? Good, cause we got a lot of catching up to do!” With that being said he put more speed into it, holding Crash’s body with a tighter grip, and rocking his hips with added force. The smacks, squelches, and thumps of their bodies meeting were becoming all the louder as the excess was starting to spill out, dripping down the balls they came from.

Several spots at once were touched when Dingodile’s cock came sailing into his depths, leaving him moaning and shaking. His own length was swinging back and forth from the pulling and pushing, flinging strings of his precum onto the already marked floor. In response to these spots, such as his prostate, being forced down by the girth, Crash’s hole would clench down firmly, giving Dingodile something even tighter to thrust into.

Their moans, growls, and huffs could be heard outside of the trailer but inside was the thick funk of musk and sex. Dingodile wasn’t the only one sweating and Crash’s perspiration added a tanginess to the bouquet of swampy earthiness that was all around. As things were getting faster, the two felt themselves getting close to their limits but neither were willing to slow things down.

“Rrrgh! Get ready to be swamped!” Dingodile snarled. He managed a few more pumps before a final hard slam came. It ended with his cock stuck deep inside of Crash, kept in his bulged gut. That bulge was expanding as the huge musky prick was spewing huge loads of seed that had been saved up to this point. All of it was going inside of the moaning bandicoot, making his stomach swell substantially with every gush and groan from the bigger creature.

The sensation of being filled beyond what his body was ever meant to handle, feeling the sticky heat flooding him, and hearing Dingodile’s climatic grunts...the orange marsupial was pushed into his own climax, his tongue lolling and his eyes rolling as he shot ropes of bandicoot spunk onto the floor, adding to the mess of seed that was already spilling from his overfilled tailhole.

“C-crikey!” Dingodile grunted when he came down from the rush of at least draining the excess. “Hehe. You’re starting to look like a furry water balloon. Think you handle a little more?”

Crash groaned but gave a thumbs up.

“Hehe. I think we should get together more often...” Dingodile grinned as he started up again.

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