Imagine Dingodile’s surprise when he finally got his restaurant repaired, and before he could even re-open, he was approached by none other than Crash Bandicoot, who was looking rather sheepish while having a note in his hand. 

“What do ya want?” Dingodile asked, being interrupted from making sure that everything would be perfect. 

Crash handed Dingodile the note. Before he could have just ripped the thing up but after their latest ‘adventure’ together, the hybrid had admittedly gained a soft spot for the mute marsupial. Unfurling the note and reading it, he went wide eyed by the time he finished. 

“A job?!” He summarized aloud. None that all the adventuring was done, Coco and Tawna felt that Crash had too much time on his hands and could benefit from having some ‘structure’ in his life beyond going on wild adventures and breaking crates either by breaking them or having them broken over his head. The idea seemed ridiculous, the bandicoot couldn’t even talk. 

But then Dingodile was reminded of an idea that he had about a potentially new form of entertainment for his business. He was a market that had been ignored amongst the mutant and genetically altered population. There was only one greater pleasure beyond some good food and that was actual pleasure! What could be better than getting off right after having a good meal? And the more he thought about it, Crash was actually the perfect candidate! He was medium sized, durable, stretchy presumably just as much inside and he was on the outside and he didn’t talk! 

“Hmmm, maybe I can find a spot to slide you in,” Dingodile said, playing sly. “But I’ll need to conduct an interview first.” Crash was all but snatched up and yanked into the trailer, the door being slammed behind him. The next thing, the bandicoot knew, he was sitting on a table, looking around the place. It was decorated in a surprisingly homey style but there was the funk of swamp and sweat hanging heavy in the air, making Crash’s snout scrunch up a bit. 

“Now, let’s see if you got what it takes...” Dingodile said, having his muzzle close, glaring right into Crash’s eyes. What happened next was the hybrid suddenly diving that same muzzle under the bandicoot’s arm and taking a few firm sniffs of the smell coming from the sweaty area. “Ey, not bad Bandicoot. Nice and ripe. That’s just the kinda theme I’m looking for.” 

Crash didn’t really get it but Dingodile seemed pleased enough so he just let the “interview” continue. He seemed to pass the first test but Dingodile had a few suggestions afterwards, telling Crash to make his fur a bit dirtier and find some shorts that were even more “revealing” and maybe even show up to work barefoot. 

“And now for the deciding factor...” Dingodile said as he eyed Crash’s crotch, already moving before the bandicoot could properly react. The hybrid all but ripped Crash’s shorts open, revealing Crash’s underwear and the smell of the bandicoot’s crotch musk was getting stronger the closer he got. With his dingo side he could keenly take in the pure bite of Crash’s cock reek, taking a few deep whiffs, loving the intensity of so much that he wasn’t pulling away yet and his expression was softening, as if he was smelling a bouquet of sweet flowers. 

The scent poured into his nose with every inhale and his mouth was starting to water to the point that Dingodile just had to get a taste in addition to just the smell, lapping over the bulge that looked big enough and he felt it starting to twitch as Crash gasped. The heavy smell of Crash’s crotch was paired with a sharp taste of sweat from the underwear that evidently hadn’t been changed out for some time. Dingodile continued sniffing and licking until the front was soaked with his own thick musky spit, making the shaft more defined and easier to see as it was starting to swell. 

Crash was blushing as he got hard while Dingodile was looking on and quickly discovering that Crash was a grower. He was looking on with widening eyes as he saw to what degree that Crash was sized down there, his underwear stretching out further and further against the cock that just seemed to keep thickening and elongating as it was filling up with blood that made it harden, all until the seemed to not be able to handle anymore. Dingodile took it upon himself to pull the band down and gasped by the sight that he saw. 

“Crikey!” he exclaimed. “I see why you’re such a rockhead. All the blood’s usually down here!” Dingodile just couldn’t help but be impressed as he looked upon the bandicoot’s shaft in all its glory, a monstrously large cock that was nearly three feet long and so thick. Still on his knees, the bigger male ran his hand along the base of the cock, as if testing to see if it was real. 

“Holy... This thing is so big on you. I bet you have no trouble slobbin’ yerself,” Dingodile chuckled then pondered for a moment. “You can, can’t ya?” 

Crash nodded and took hold of his cock. Already sitting, it was easy for him to simply lean his body over. There was a mix of feelings for him, doing this in front of Dingodile when he expected some kind of traditional interview at most and to be turned away at worst. He didn’t have an issue with his own musk, in fact he liked it but recently Coco had been complaining about it. But Crash wasn’t a fan of water so he made do by at least cleaning enough under his arms and his shorts seemed to keep his crotch musk contained. It wasn’t hard for his musk to build up, just the walk through the muggy swamplands was enough to make him start perspiring again, bringing the smell back under his arms. 

But the raw cockmusk coming from the shaft was too much for even him to resist. Inhaling his own smell, Crash shuddered and watched his own cock pulse, a line of precum leaking from the tip. He was quick to collect it with his tongue, feeling the pleasure from this while giving Dingodile a show. 

Hoping that he could earn the job by impressing him, Crash proceeded to lower his open mouth, pressing his lips to the tip of his own wide cockhead, running his tongue along it, moaning as he started to really suck on it while taking more of his own length in. He was treated to more of his own precum and that goaded him into going further, the pleasure overpowering the awkwardness from being watched. 

Dingodile felt his own lust flaring as he watched Crash start to bob his head, servicing his own huge rod, licking and sucking on the hard flesh, getting lost in his own tastes, smells, and the simple motions that were bringing himself so much pleasure. He watched as the marsupial was really starting to get into it, his eyes lidding and his moans becoming deeper as the bobbing got more rhythmic and smooth. It looked like Crash was starting to get lost in it all. That was happening while Dingodile’s own lust was flaring so hot that he just couldn’t contain it. 

Crash was slightly snapped out of it when he heard the thump of Dingodile’s overalls hitting the floor and he looked at the massive cock that the hybrid was sporting, jutting out long from his plump belly but looking especially heavy like the rest of him. And it just looked musky. From the sweat and the way it glistened under the lights above, Crash felt himself shuddering even more. He wanted to get a closer look and luckily Dingodile was already getting close, walking up to the self-sucking bandicoot and hanging his cock right in front of his muzzle, watching as Crash started to sniff and shake hard. 

“You want it? Let's move on to the next part of the interview. Let’s do some stress testing,” Dingodile said with a toothy grin, grabbing Crash’s head and holding it steady while he pushed his cock against Crash’s lips, spreading them even further. The bandicoot groaned as he felt his mouth getting filled up even more, another even larger and muskier cock sliding against his own. Dingodile grunted and pushed Crash’s head down further, stuffing both cocks down his throat, forcing the passage to expand to fit them both, causing them to groan together. As the pushing continued, his entire esophagus was getting stuffed with two large heavily sweaty and musky dicks. 

Dingodile’s hand maintained a grip, getting Crash to deepthroat them both while he was also thrusting his own cock into the snug throat, feeling the bandicoot’s shaft throbbing against his own, moaning aloud while Crash was letting out muffled hums from the taste of not just his own but also Dingodile’s cock that was so ripe in smell and taste, keeping his mouth watering and compelling his tongue to move about, giving both plenty of stimulation. 

As best as he could, Crash was handling both their cocks, being given dual doses of precum that heavily slathered the walls of his esophagus and coated his tongue so much. The smaller male kept moaning all the louder and swallowed down their precum, enjoying the surges of thick warmth that ran down into his stomach, spreading the heat through his whole body. 

“Yeah, that’s it. Fuck, mate you’ve got more guts than I thought!” Dingodile panted as he started to thrust faster, pushing Crash’s head more often as well. That left the marsupial to keep swallowing so much precum, letting out more muffled moans, his stomach feeling warm and a bit heavy from the added amount of density that came from the hybrid in particular. While most of his cock was inside his mouth and throat, Dingodile was eagerly shoving the whole of his length in, having his fat and heavy balls knocking against Crash’s chin, smearing its sweat and greasy grime all over the area, just as the boss had suggested earlier. 

“Oh! Better take a deep breath, runt! S-soup’s about to be on!” The hold on Crash’s head got all the tighter and every inch was shoved in, his thrusts becoming more rapid, grinding his length against the throat walls and the other cock that was also stuffing the passage, all until he was groaning aloud. 

Crash’s whole body shook as he felt his own cock throbbing harder than ever, the pleasure reaching its peak. At about the same time, the two were unloading their cum. Dingodile’s was thicker and hotter than the bandicoot’s but taking the dual loads together, Crash was hit with a deluge of the heavy spunk, the flavors mixing together and surging down into his stomach that was becoming filled up so quickly. Dingodile pulled out and Crash’s own cock slipped from his mouth, leaving him to get coated in both their last loads. 

“Ooh...” Dingodile panted. “Just one more thing and you’ll be hired for sure!” 

The next thing Crash knew he was thrown onto a large, musky couch. He didn’t have much trouble taking Dingodile’s cum-slathered cock into his ass but he could certainly feel the length and thickness of it going in, filling him up and pressing firmly to his walls as it reached in all the further. The cum was really helping him as the hybrid was pushing roughly, jamming the inches in until his crotch was pressed to Crash’s ass. 

“Mmm, the other end is even tighter!” Dingodile growled pleasantly as he pulled back, feeling the walls gripping his cock all the way until the tip was in, all before it was all shoved back into the smaller male’s depths. And he did it again and again from there, his thrusts happening roughly, making their bodies smack together. 

But Dingodile wasn’t just on top. They were face to face with Crash on his back, pinned down at the hybrid had him in the mating press, shoving his whole heavy body down, sandwiching the bandicoot between his greasy-scaled form and the couch that had soaked up so much musk over a long period of time, marking him in the croc-dingo’s scent to an increasing degree. Crash just had to look ahead to see the pleasured look on Dingodile’s face, hearing his grunts in time with every push that would make him moan as well. 

The hybrid’s thrusting was starting to get faster, pushing things further as the thrusts were coming one after another with an unexpected amount of smoothness. Maneuvering his heavy body, Dingodile kept the pleasure going, sending repeated waves, shocks, and jolts through Crash’s whole body. And with their bodies grinding together, Crash felt his fur becoming all the wetter and weighed down by the sweat it was soaking up. Even with the sun starting to set, the swamp was just as humid, keeping its heat hanging in the air, not just outside but within the trailer as well. So not only was Crash still sweating but Dingodile was sweating even more, rubbing it all onto the bandicoot as he humped away. 

For Crash, he felt himself becoming all the more excited by the large amount of thick, strongly scented sweat that was practically raining down on him, getting rubbed in deeper, implanting the smell and wetness. As he just inhaled the fog of musk building between them, Crash could feel himself becoming close while Dingodile was growling and huffing, his thrusts still coming hard and fast. 

“Fuck! Here it comes, Crashy!” Dingodile announced, putting all of his strength into his last thrusts, it being just enough to get Crash to cum first, his cock shooting its ropes of cum all over himself, spraying the stickiness onto the marsupial’s own neck and chin, even a few landing into his open mouth. With his climax came the tighter squeezes of his ass, leading to Dingodile roaring out again as his cock unloaded more fat ropes of heavily scented cum that came fresh from his roiling sack, surging all of it into Crash’s already inflated stomach, making it bloat even more. When the end of his climax came, Dingodile all but fell right on top of Crash, taking deep breaths. 

“Fuck me... Yer hired. Show up bright and early tomorrow, runt. I’ll have you placed right by the outhouses. That’s a classy place for a screw, right?” Dingodile said, chuckling to himself as he settled comfortably on top of the groaning bandicoot...