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"Come on, Isaac! They're starting to load up the boat, now's the time!"

"Well then stop dicking around and get in here with me! This would go faster if you helped me with the lid."

"Are you sure the crate isn't just going to spill apart once we get moving?"

"Unless they're in the habit of tilting large boxes marked 'this side up', I'm pretty sure we're safe. The top should stay on, and all we have to do is sit tight."

With a satisfying creak of wood, the crate's lid popped right off of the boarded frame, and stayed secure within Isaac's badger claws. He peered over the box's edge to double-check the contents (or lack thereof) within their hiding space. "All clear."

"I can't believe we're doing this." Cory's grin reached from non-existent ear to non-existent ear on their face; geckos always had a slight odd look about them. Some might describe it as a look of eternal mischief -- and you got what you saw with Cory. Shorter than their partner, padded fingers needed to grip the edge of the crate to be able to look inside. "We're going to get cramped in there..."

"Well, it's either this or we pay the toll." Isaac tilted his head down to his partner, eyeing them with a knowing look. "And what happened to our pay, hmm...?"

"Hey, you're the one that pointed out the bar." With a scramble of limbs, Cory manages to bring themselves up to perch on the edge of the crate. "So, absolutely sure they're going to pick this up?"

"It'll be a bit. They need to get the first load up, and then we'll be next. If it all goes to plan, we'll be stuck in the middle. Now help me out."

Leaping in with a thump of bare claws on the wood base, Cory did their best at pretending to be useful in bringing the stocky badger into the crate with them. They tugged at vests, shirts, belts... And in their defence, they also ensured to tug away any snagged cloth that gripped onto loose nails. Already with the two of them inside, it was a tight fit.

Cory frowned. Isaac offered a sheepish smile, a shrug. Sighing, Cory reached up and pulled themselves up against Isaac. The badger laughed, and brought himself down to sit at the bottom of the crate, knees propped up and shorter gecko fit snug against his lap. It took some effort, some adjusting, but the lid was dropped back against the nails, and the duo were left in darkness.

"Ohh, I hadn't considered that..." Isaac's voice rumbled in uncertainty. "Dark and cramped."

"Just think of it like camping. In a wooden tent." Cory returned. It took some shifting themselves until they could find a comfortable fit: and so they ended up simply, accepting their face as straddling their larger partner's lap. Sighing, Cory slumped against Isaac's expansive chest. They looked up to him in the dark. "So how long is this trip again?"

"Oh, 'bout an hour." He leaned back against the crate's wall, and let his eyes closed. "Just long enough to sleep."

"Sure man." Cory chuckled. "Just leave me in the dark here."

"Shh. Don't want bears breaking into our wood-tent."

A snort of laughter leaves Cory, until they too, settled to rest their head back against Isaac's chest.

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It was supposed to be an hour. And Isaac was correct on one front: the boat ride itself was an hour.

What he didn't take into account was how long it took to load up onto the boat in the first place, how long it took for the boat to do its security checks, paperwork, last calls, and finally set off. One hour was quickly morphing into two.

And Cory was starting to feel the pressure. An eye twitched. A fat lizard tail swayed in impatience, pinned between wood and their sleeping friend's leg. Their breathing hitched, and a hand reached down to grip their own crotch in effort to ease the pressure. It was a momentary relief, but there was only so much that a firm grip could do. Muffled groans left the poor gecko's throat as they kept shoving, pinching, and clinging their crotch in effort to hold back the pressing need to--

"--Cory? What are you doing?" Isaac's voice hissed. Noises of the boat's engines were at work, and distant voices could be heard through the cratebox' wood. "Are you...?"

"I'm not touching myself!" Cory hissed back, and hesitated, "W-well, sort of. Sort of touching..." They swallowed. Hand retracted, they instead pulled their knees together. "Just, anxious to get out of here."

"That restless, huh." Isaac chuckled. "I'm telling you, just sleep. It skips hours." And the badger closed his eyes once more.

Cory didn't have the luck of sleep, however. Sleep was impossible with the heavy, sloshing weight in their bladder. Facing Isaac, knees together, feet apart, they did their best to keep their hands up against their knees. But restlessness, when contained, only escaped through other means.

Cory started to rock, back and forth, grinding against Isaac's lap in anxious need. It didn't take long for Isaac's eyes to open, heat flushing in through the white band of fur on his face. "...wh..."

He looked down to Cory, his own breath caught, "C-Cory, what are... what are you doing? We're, gonna get caught..." And Isaac was developing his own problem of a different press; thick cock brushed alive with each shove of Cory's lap against his.

"Isaac," Cory hissed, "I need to piss."

Isaac's eyes widened, and the fluster couldn't get any deeper. "Oh."

With all formalities out of the way, Cory brought their knees apart so they could grip at their crotch proper. They leaned forward, face pressing into the badger's clothed chest. A whine left them, soon followed by a puzzled pause. "... You've got a--"

"--Well you're all moving against me! Can you blame me?" Isaac hissed in return, the burn of embarrassment could be felt even up to his ears. "Just -- how long do you think you can hold?"

"Don't know. It's been over an hour Isaac, I'm sure've it...! What, what if, can we open the lid?"

"Oh hell no, not, not with those guards out there... uh. Maybe, maybe if I shifted to the left, and you went right, could ... take the corner--" But the slightest shift of his leg brought an alarmingly loud thud of knee against wood, followed by his head bumping against the fragile box lid, "--Nope." And back to where he was.

Cory swallowed. "I can hold. If it's already been an hour, then, then we're leaving any time, right? Heh, so, I just, have to hold." Their legs ached under the tension, and their gripping hands felt warm against their crotch. They couldn't help but feel Isaac's own hard arousal, neither. That brought whole other feelings of heat over their face. The tight box space was hot with their combined bodyheat; the scent of wood and sweat filling the air. For a moment, it was silence between the two of them. Nothing but the muffled sound of sloshing waves against the boat.

Cory started thrusting again, eyes squinted to the point of near tears. Isaac swallowed, his own legs tensing as he tried his best not to enjoy his poor friend's demise, or the constant, grinding contact against his raging hard-on. A stifled, shuddered breath of his own left him, until he had to press his hand against his own mouth.

Cory's slitted pupils looked back up to him, one eye squinted in tension and the other open in confusion. Isaac tried to offer a nervous smile in return. Bracing himself, he asked, "How're you feeling?"

"Please don't ask." Cory groaned. Even in their grip, they could start to feel a damp touch. Was it sweat? Their own hands growing damp under effort? Arousal? Or the first hints of their release? Alarmed, they went as far as to sniff their own hand to check. Maybe it was the weakened grip, or the smell of their own hand -- but a sudden lurch brought their bladder weak, and a yelped gasp left the poor gecko as the first few drops seeped through their pants, dotting dark patches at their crotch.

Alarmed, Isaac shoved his hand against the gecko's mouth, his own eyes wide. "Shh...!" He insisted, breath short. And he could smell the reason for his friend's yelp, and it wasn't helping matters at all for him. He could feel a hot jolt at his crotch, an electric pulse through his shaft. But there were priorities at stake. He swallowed.

In silence, they listened for guards, for voices, as Isaac held his breath and Cory trembled under the restraint to urinate all over their partner's lap. Even against Isaac's palm, a muffled whine left them.

Isaac winced, and looked back to Cory. It was plain as day; they weren't going to last. "Cory."

A muffled gasp, and squinted, tearful eyes peered from over Isaac's palm.

"I, I won't get mad. It's easier this way. Just...just go, okay? You can go."

Cory wildly shook their head against Isaac's palm, eyes shut and head pressed down in shame. They could hold, it was just a while longer, just a while--

The boat lurched to a stop, shoving Cory's damp crotch against Isaac's lap. They gasped, and Isaac's arms pulled the smaller gecko tight against themselves. One arm across their back, and his hand gripping their ass. Pinning them down against himself. "Just piss already." He whispered, and his fingers gripped along the base of their tail.

"-haaaAH--MMffh!" Moaned panic left the gecko, only for them to bury their face back into the badger's shoulder in effort to muffle themselves. The tail-lift did them in, as with the unexpected pulled angle, it was as if the lever to the dam had been pulled.

A released, pissed stream of hot urine flooded their trousers, and seeped into Isaac's own pants and briefs. He could feel the drip-drip spilled drops of his partner's wet relief, crawling down his crotch like liquid, warm fingers. As Cory shuddered their relief in endless, pulsed waves, he too could only find himself shuddering under this confusing, unexpected arousal. He breathed in the scent of piss, he could feel the rough grind of soaked cloth against his over-sensitive cock, and against his better judgement he found himself grinding in against his partner with a muffled moan of his own.

Cory was only halfway through draining themselves when they realized that the shifting movement wasn't them any more-- but Isaac's own hard cock shoving in against their piss-stream. Speechless, relieved, confused, aroused, the whole thing was a mess of emotions and made only messier by the introduction of bodily fluids. "I-Isaa...?"

Isaac could hardly respond. His breaths heavy, sweat beading through his fur. "C-Cor...." His big hands gripped the gecko's hips, and pulled them in to rub harder against himself. Cory's already flushed face only grew even more heated, and soon, they found themselves just, content to surrender themselves to all sensations. A dopey grin took their face as they revelled into the sweet, wet relief, and the intoxicating pleasure of Isaac's grinding cock. His guided grinds were soon met with their added thrusts, small and quick in the tight confines of the wood crate. Clumsy movements became sharper, targeted, urgent and heavy. The crate was a true sauna of sweat, sex, piss and debauchery as bodies shoved in what little space they could, clothing be damned.

And when the inevitable gasp of climax started breaching for Isaac, Cory was quick to shove their wet hands around the badger's muzzle, muffling him. He gripped tight against the gecko as he came, his own hot seed spilling and mixing into the fabric of his pants, seeping into the mix of sweat-and-piss. He shuddered, each rolling pulse bringing him in over the edge, and sinking back down with the rhythm of the boat's waves.

And slow, slowly, ebbing back down, the duo breathed the polluted air within their hot box. Catching their breath in what little ways they can.

Distantly, they could hear the call for the cargo to be unloaded.

"Not the only thing t've been unloaded today." Cory snorted, and shared, wheezed laughter left them both.

A change of clothes was going to be needed, one way or another. Eventually. But as far as they cared, it would just be another half hour and they would be home free at last.

With perhaps some new experience that left them closer than ever, to say the least.

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