Also, look at those balls of his! Seriously those are some nice spunk tanks that roo has, and with his unique Roo anatomy, you can have fun with them in creative ways, read the story to find out how ;)
This is my part of the trade with Wambiri on FA:
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/wambiri
Wambiri the Kangaroo belongs to Wambiri
Skate the slutty little squirrel belongs to Me!
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Kang Banged
It was hot, very hot. But that was normal here, at least at this time of year. Even the winters could be quite warm, but the summers were positively toasty. The sun burned with an unusual ferocity that could bake the land to a desolate red at the peak of the season. Right now the grass was still green, but the air was humid and muggy. Anything that could sweat did, even in the darkness of night. This was Australia a land of inverses and opposites.
Currently two individuals could sweat it out, a rather unusual pair. The first fit in just fine, a rather large kangaroo, six foot from tip to tail on a good day, lifetime resident of the outback and well adapted to the heat. His fur was short, his hops were long and he could shrug off the sun as well as anyone. The second was rather more unexpected. While also brown with a substantial tail and upright stance he was considerably smaller, probably due to the fact that he never ate his crusts as a lad and also that he had been born a squirrel. He was much less used to the hot sun, dreaming of snowy white Christmases and air conditioning. His coat was already plastered to his skin and soaked with sweat, but his smaller size helped keep him cool. Together they were Skater and Wambiri, squirrel and roo.
The two friends were together often, for about the only reason that bought such disparate individuals together. Having one hell of a good time. Quite a bit of the day had been spent with the smaller riding atop the larger as he bounded through mile after mile of boundless expanse, the brushtail squeaking with the exhilaration of speed. There was, of course, a deal allowing this, an understanding that after squirrel had ridden roo, roo would ride squirrel. The nature of the 'ride' wouldn't quite be the same, but that was all part of the fun.
"Alright, this looks good. I think this log is big enough, don't you?"
"Looks like it, you sure you can balance?"
"I'm a squirrel; I can balance on one foot on a twig in a hurricane. Let's do this!"
The pair had been searching for something specific, a fallen tree or log about a foot thick. Given that they were on the Nullarbor plain, famed for its lack of wood, had made this tricky. But they'd stumbled across one at last. Skater took no time in bouncing onto it, stretching out and lying down near one end. For a squirrel this was practically a feather mattress. The only reason this particular accessory was needed was to raise said squirrel a foot off the ground. As the larger male approached, stepping forward cautiously, one might have been able to guess their plan. The roo leaned forward, his body tipping neatly as he placed his forepaws on the log. So positioned his stomach was about two feet from the dusty ground around, just low enough for a properly elevated squirrel buck to touch it.
"So you're sure...?"
"Positive, I've never done this before!"
"Alright then..."
Beneath the massive marsupial Skater all but vibrated with excitement (which was the default state for most squirrels anyway.) His partner loomed over him like a roughly-furred ceiling; a broad, pale brown expanse of stomachfur that blocked his vision and shaded him from the harsh sunlight.
Not that it was much cooler, the air was humid and he was only a few inches away from a very large and very hot male. He could almost feel the heat pouring off of the bigger buck, radiating onto him. He certainly could feel the occasional salty droplet of sweat that dripped down onto him, but given the state of his own coat this was hardly something to be noticed.
What was much more noticeable was his partner's musk. The brushtail had scented it before; both males were quite hot and bothered by now, as they had been in contact for most of the day. But now the sciurine was positively surrounded by it. The muggy, still air let the potent scent of the larger male was over the squirrel, filling his nostrils with the scent of a large, powerful and very needy buck roo. Each breath made his whiskers quiver with excitement and he couldn't help but feel a flush of heat burn through him that had nothing to do with mere temperature. Even as he lay there he could feel himself getting roused, his squirrelcock already peeking from a bulging sheath. Of course it wasn't his own sheath he needed to pay attention to.
Everything about Wambiri was impressive, at least to someone of Skate's size. The boomer's sheath was as long as the squirrel's arm and the long, thick length slowly emerging from it could have quite easily gone in one end of the brushtail and out the other, assuming his anatomy became a hundred percent more cartoonish over night. It was already half a foot long, and still growing; extending downwards towards the fallen log, as thick as the squirrel's leg at its base. There was no way, of course, that such a length could ever be fit into the smaller buck (though Skate had tried so very, very many times.) but then there was no way the more diminutive male could have hilted himself on it, at lest not in his current position.
With a solid foot of warm, musky air between the two males only half of the tapered length would be able to penetrate the brushtail, but this was more than enough. It wasn't long before the tapered tip was pressing at a tight, warm entrance, slowly working its way inwards and eliciting a series of soft moans and squeaks from the lesser of the pair. That was one benefit of roo anatomy; their shafts were remarkably tapered, coming to quite a point at the very tip and allowing them to slip inside males much smaller than them without requiring too much stretching. As a rodent who prided himself on having taken a wolf once, Skater could manage this with ease.
There was one other interesting fact about not just kangaroos but marsupials in general that had always piqued the squirrel's curiosity; whereas his own nuts hung heavily beneath his sheath, those of his partner sat snugly above. This generally wasn't something you noticed unless you were in the habit of staring at other buck's crotches (in which case you probably had other, more important, things to pay attention to.) but it allowed for some fun possibilities, one of which the sciurine had been determined to explore for some time.
Bent over as he was, the roo's two orbs were positively pendulous; had the boomer started humping it was an even bet that Skate would be knocked out by the swinging pair. Given their relative positions, with the diminutive buck's tailhole aligned nicely with his partner's sheath, the massive set hung right over the brushtail's chest; hanging low enough that the just barely brushed the soft fur on Skate's stomach. It took a massive amount of restraint for the squirrel to pace himself and not act too rashly. There was just something about a large, inviting pair of nuts hanging there in front of him that set all his instincts on fire. His paws practically itched to make contact and he very gingerly reached down to grasp them.
They dwarfed his own many times over, while not as large as his head here wasn't that much difference. They were burning hot and slicked with sweat, sending heat up the brushtail's arms as he held them in his paws. He could feel the larger male's pulse, slow and strong through his paws, matching up with the throbbing under his tail as his tight pucker slowly relaxed and loosened. He lifted his feet up, amazed to see that the two massive orbs tucked neatly between them, their hot touch smothering his legs and crotch. This, this was what he'd wanted to try for the longest time.
So positioned, his own sheath and emerging member was tucked neatly between both masculine spheres, pressing snugly against both. Coming from a species that usually lacked mammaries, the squirrel had no idea of what a boob-job was. But what he was doing now was very much in the same vein and something that could only really be enjoyed in full with a certain type of partner. Already he could feel his own diminutive cock twitch as it sank into the welcoming warmth of the roo's soft pair, abundantly lubricated by sweat and his own leaking pre.
His partner didn't even really need to move that much; each time his length twitched it jerked and quivered inside the tight squirrel cocksleeve, the tapered shaft massaging every inch of the brushtail's rear tunnel. Instead the squirrel provided most of the effort, working his hips down over more and more of the massive maleness penetrating him, seeing just how many inches he could fit in before he bottomed out. Those very same movements let him buck and thrust against his companion, rubbing his twitching length between his partner's spunk tanks, paws pressing them together to kiss against his shaft as he did.
"You okay up there? Not too rough?"
"Nnngh! Not by half! But fuck you're tight!"
Skater grinned and tensed, earning a deep and pleasured moan from the large male. He certainly felt tight, the twitching, squirming length inside him hitting every button each time the roo thrust. His own pace was rapidly increasing as a musky dampness began to grow between his legs, spread by sweat and pre. The squirrel was gaining confidence in this unique position; he had been a little concerned; he was, after all, dealing with the most delicate part of another male's anatomy. But it seemed that his partner was more than capable of dealing with him and it felt like utter bliss to thrust into the hot, furry softness above him.
It wasn't long at all before he was panting heavily, his hips bucking wildly into a soft embrace, the movement of his body adding to that of his partner, working the massive cock inside him, jabbing at his nut button as the thick length stretched his incredibly tight hole to its limit. It was a rare delight to be able to push himself this far, to know that no mater how much he took, how much he was filled, how much he stretched, the roo always had more to give. Neither could last long like this, not only in the burning heat, but also being so tightly entwined. For as utterly and totally penetrated as he was, the brushtail provided the perfect cocksock for his marsupial mate, an almost unbearable tightness that caressed every inch of the larger male's shaft.
"Nnnf! Gonna cum squirrel!"
"Unf! Do it! Fill me!"
With several loud, deep moans Wambiri climaxed. The first twitching spasm of his length made Skater jerk upwards in shock, his whole body going rigid. Seconds later a hot burst of thick, burning seed poured into him in a flood, a veritable torrent that could have simply forced him right off the tapered length he was riding had it not been buried so deeply inside of him. That first burning blast set off his own peak as his hips thrust upwards, his sensitive length burying itself between two cushiony spheres before letting lose.
The pair climaxed in tandem, horny grunts and eager squeaks mixing together in the still, humid air as the two bucks rode each other on rising waves of pleasure. Each time the kangaroo's hips thrust forward, jabbing his length into his partner and unleashing another warm blast of jizz, it spurred the smaller male to release his own seed. The force of being filled only encouraged him to dump his own load, if only not to burst with the sheer volume of fluid being pumped into him. The sounds of eager mating became wet and sticky and even more lewd as fluids leaked and mixed, soaking the smaller of the pair practically from tip to tail in thick, opalescent fluid.
Eventually the heat and effort conspired to drain the duo of energy. Eager and vigorous thrusts were replaced by soft humps, moans devolved into heavy pants and both became more soaked with sweat than jizz. Eventually Wambiri was forced upright, leaning back and using his tail as a rest. The movement pulled his member from his partner's now gaping hole with a wet, sticky and lewd popping sound, the sudden release of pressure unleashing a small torrent of potent seed that splattered out onto the log the brushtail lay upon. Under the harsh sun it immediately started to dry into a tacky "mess that would be the very devil to groom out.
"Fuck, that was excellent."
"Weird, but worth it."
There was little else for the two to say, slowly gathering their wits and strength about them as the sun blazed overhead. It would take them some time to recover from the strenuous efforts of the fun they'd just had, but perhaps when things cooled down a little and the sun lowered itself to the horizon then they'd discuss round 2.