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It was the third day with almost no food, beyond the few coconuts the badger and cougar had managed to find. Even that had probably burned more calories than they had gained; first, the cougar had to climb up into a tree and shake it until the coconuts fell down, and then the badger had to beat them until they cracked. Alas, there had only been a few nuts in that tree, and it was the only one the two had managed to find.

Cassidy, the cougar, stared longingly towards their wrecked ship. The intention had been an improvised little vacation on the island. It wasn't that far from the coast, and it wasn't that big, but it was far enough from shipping lanes that nobody would see them. They hadn't planned on doing the vacation right now; their families were supposed to come too. The men had simply wanted to check that the island was safe, maybe crack open a few cold ones and chill out together on the long, sandy beach.

Of course, it turned out it wasn't safe, which was presumably why nobody ever came to the island. Instead, the whole perimeter was like a minefield of rocks just barely below the waterline, hard to navigate through even for a seasoned captain. Brooke, the badger, wasn't one. He'd driven his shiny new motorboat directly through the rocks, tearing open the whole side and quickly sending it to a watery grave. He hoped he'd get money for the insurance, having spent what felt like a fortune on a boat matching his considerable machismo.

The two had swum the rest of the way to the island, but with the boat they had lost their tools, their snacks and most importantly, the beers. At first, they had simply waited for rescue at the beach, but then realized that neither had told their families about their little trip, and as such, this was the absolute last place anyone would look for them.

The two were good friends, or at least they had been before this. Now, Cassidy blamed Brooke for brainlessly driving into the rocks without even considering there might be any. Brooke in turn blamed Cassidy for having come up with the idea of this stupid island vacation to begin with, and further for not spotting the rocks despite having vision several times better than his own. Still, despite the grumbles, they understood they had to cooperate.

The island wasn't very big; perhaps a few square kilometres. It was uninhabited, that much was obvious, and because of the rocks surrounding it being common knowledge, it was rarely even visited despite being a rather picturesque place. It was hot, just like the mainland, providing for lush tropical vegetation towards the middle, with tall cliffs jutting out dramatically. Surrounding it all were beautiful beaches, almost untouched by civilization. A wonderful place. If only it wasn't for the fact that neither of the two males were very used to surviving in anything beyond their own living rooms.

Now, with the one coconut tree near the beach exhausted and no shelter built - the two had opted to sleep under a cliff for some protection while expecting rescue - they had little choice but to migrate inwards. Of course, this took them a lot of arguing and grumbling to understand.

"Why can't we just fucking swim to the shore?" the cougar growled, his claws extending and retracting as he flexed his paws annoyedly.

"It's several kilometres of fucking water, and you're more out of shape than a snowman in the spring," the badger grumbled back. "...and I'm not exactly the number one customer of the fitness factory myself," he added.

"So fix the goddamn boat," Cassidy snarled.

"You're the engineer, you go fix it," Brooke retorted.

"I don't know fuck-all about boats and we don't have any tools," Cassidy replied. He stared at the badger hard for a moment, and then his shoulders sunk. He could hear his stomach rumbling, something he hadn't had to ever feel before. There had always been plenty of food, and his plump belly showed as much. At least I have some reserves, he thought. But he wasn't in any shape to hunt, if there even was any prey on the island. Climbing the coconut tree had already been like torture and he'd sprained muscles he didn't even know existed.

The badger wasn't much better. He was naturally stronger than Cassidy, but similarly chubby. On the other hand, he figured that the island at least had earthworms and such, which he vaguely recalled that his ancestors would dig out and eat. The thought repulsed him, but it was something.

"Look, man, I think we're going to have to build a camp," he said. He hadn't had coffee in three goddamn days, and not only did he feel hungry, he had a splitting headache, and even saying those words was an ordeal.

"...don't know how to..." Cassidy mumbled. "You were in the scouts, you build a damn camp!"

"Yeah, like thirty years ago," Brooke replied. "We... pick up some branches, lean them into each other, and I guess cover it with palm fronds? How hard could it be?"

Both were trying to convince not only each other, but themselves. Eventually, they resigned to the facts; they'd have to work together, regardless of how they felt about it. They made a plan: find water, then find food, then build a shelter not too far from the beach, and prepare a bonfire, which they'd light... somehow, if they saw a boat or ship. Neither knew how to start a fire, but at least it was something; one step at a time, one foot in front of the other.

So, the two hesitantly wandered into the forest, keeping their eyes peeled for anything edible, drinkable, or suitable for a shelter. Brooke suggested looking for a spring or clear-looking creek, and Cassidy didn't have any better ideas. More than anything, they did indeed need water.

The trek through the wild forest wasn't easy. Not only were Cassidy and Brooke both tired and parched, the undergrowth was full of thorny vines and stinging plants that managed to sting right through their fur, leaving harmless but extremely irritating welts. The extreme heat didn't help; the forest was really more like a jungle, and the heat was humid. While the amount of greenery told the men that there had to be a water source somewhere, it also made actually finding it harder.

Eventually they stumbled upon a small clearing. It wasn't much, but after an hour of very slowly making their way through the trees and bushes, they welcomed it. While there was no sign of water, the ground was fairly clear, only covered by grass that seemed downright friendly after all the cuts, bruises and burns they'd obtained. In the middle of the clearing, they saw a bush with large, red-pink berries.

The badger immediately went for it, grabbing a handful of them, but the cougar grabbed his hand before he could shove them in his salivating mouth.

"Are you fucking crazy? How do you know that shit's not poisonous?" he snarled.

The badger grumbled. While his first instinct was to shove his friend away and gorge on his bounty, he had to admit the feline had a point.

"What if we just eat one or two and see what happens?" he suggested.

"It's way too damn risky, maybe if we're going to starve. Like, take them with you in case we don't find anything else..." Cassidy replied. The berries did look tasty, but he'd read way too many news stories of people dying from eating just one poisonous mushroom, and this wasn't any different. It'd have to be a last-ditch effort.

Eventually, the two agreed that was the only reasonable course of action. The badger picked as many of the tantalizing berries as he could fit into his jacket, which he was using as a bag; it was far too hot to even consider actually wearing it. Suddenly, the cougar's ears perked. Running water?

"Hold on, I think I hear a spring... or waterfall... or something like that," he told Brooke.

With that, the two of them dashed off in the direction the cougar's sensitive ears indicated. After several more minutes of cursing and swearing at the island's peculiar flora, they reached the mountain in the middle, and a gaping cave set in it. The sound of water was clearly coming from within, but the two hesitated once more.

"It might be full of venomous snakes and spiders and god knows what," Brooke complained.

"Well, if you'd rather drink seawater, be my guest," the cougar answered. Obviously, he was right; if a boat didn't come soon and they didn't find water, they'd be dead, spiders or no spiders. Very slowly, they inched into the cave and its blissfully cool air compared to the outside. Indeed, they encountered no insects or serpents of any kind. Other than a variety of irritating plants, the island didn't seem to house any life at all, which struck the two as odd but not worth consideration right now.

What _was_worth their consideration was what they found inside the cave. There was water, yes, but it came out of what looked like a fountain carved into the granite wall. The basin into which the water flowed was normal enough, but the spout was shaped like gigantic phallus. A very erect cock, from the head of which clear water flowed periodically, in heavy spurts.

"Uh..." was all Cassidy could muster.

"Well, I guess we found the fountain of gayness," Brooke grumbled, equally stunned.

"Water's water, isn't it?" the cougar asked.

The badger considered it for a while. For one, an obviously carved fountain meant the island was - or had been - inhabited. Given that there was no apparent historical record of any people out here, something he had double checked before deciding to visit the place, it seemed that they were the first to discover this mysterious fountain. And while he didn't believe in magic, the enormous rock-hard cock pointing at him accusingly almost seemed sinister somehow.

"Where did the people who made this-" the badger started, but the cougar was already drinking the water, greedily slurping the cool water from his cupped hands. "Stop that, what if it's poisonous?"

"You think everything's poisonous. First the berries, now the water? Fuck it, I'm willing to risk it," he replied, lowering his head to drink directly from the fountain, hands apparently not quenching his thirst fast enough.

"You were the one who thought the berries were poisonous- ugh, never mind," Brooke growled. "You slurp that shit up like a fox at a gloryhole, I'm not going to. I'd prefer dying of thirst over dying an excruciating death from whatever's in there."

Nothing seemed to happen, but Brooke decided to resist his thirst for a while longer. At least long enough to see if his friend died before tomorrow.

Still, after that, luck seemed to be on their side. They had a cave for shelter which meant they didn't need to build one. They had potentially drinkable water, and with the cougar relatively energized again, gathering fronds for bedding was relatively easy despite the various unpleasant jungle plants. Granted, they still had to figure out a way to get off the island, and Brooke needed something to drink, still not trusting the cock-fountain (as he called it), but for the immediate time being they were doing alright.

As the sun began to set, Brooke went out to survey the area one last time for anything edible. Despite being out of shape, he was a fairly hardy badger, and had figured out that his claws could at least slice through most of the vines. They didn't do much about the stinging nettles - or whatever they were - but it was at least something, and he found himself enjoying slashing his way through the growth like an old-timey jungle explorer, only instead of a machete he had his claws. The cougar had stayed behind in the cave, saying he felt dizzy. Brooke had taken this as a clear sign of him either being poisoned or overexerting himself gathering the fronds. He hoped for the latter, of course, although a mild case of poisoning would be good to make fun of the feline for.

Truth be told, he thought it felt great to be out here, all things considered. Using his body for more than just lazing in a sofa made his muscles ache, but in a good way. Just the act of foraging in nature like his ancestors had was oddly satisfying. He had eaten one of the berries and not noticed anything negative, which meant the poison had to be in the cockspring. The berries, while quite juicy, were tart and didn't really make him feel less thirsty despite surely providing some fluids, but nonetheless he popped them into his mouth every now and then. At least he wouldn't get scurvy while they were out here, waiting for a boat to pass.

All he managed to find before the sunlight started fading were a few fallen coconuts. Sure, where there were coconuts there was a tree, but he wasn't agile enough to climb up into it, which meant he couldn't get to that delicious bounty. It'd have to be a job for the cougar. Putting a few of the better-looking nuts into his jacket-turned-bag, he made his way back to the cave.

He could hear the wet slurping of the cougar drinking from the mouth of the cave. At this point he was hoping the spring wasn't poisonous, because with how much water Cassidy was gulping down, he'd definitely die if it was.

When he reached the fountain again he saw two things, both of which were extremely alarming and confusing.

For one, the water in fag fountain had taken on a shimmering glow. It had always been there, but now with the sun's light no longer reaching the cave, it was obvious. It glowed with a rainbow sheen, like the inside of a clam or a CD. Definitely poisonous, if not radioactive.

The second thing he saw was the cougar naked, doubled over on the cave floor, slurping at his own cock. It took the badger a while to react to this, his brain seemingly bluescreening and having to reboot. Meanwhile, Cassidy was downright worshipping his own erection with his muzzle, desperately pulling at his legs to get deeper into his mouth. He was completely oblivious to his friend staring at him, and soon began to emit muffled moans as his balls tightened, his shaft throbbed, and he obviously got a mouthful of his own cum. After a few spasms, he let his cock leave his mouth and stuck his tongue out to catch the next thick rope right on it, and the next across his muzzle. He quickly scooped it up with his fingers and licked them clean even as his body relaxed, the rest of his seed drooling onto his tawny belly as his body relaxed.

Yep, never going to un-see this shit, Brooke thought to himself, and then took a deep breath.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he shouted, and the cougar jumped up, his tail fluffing up like a scared housecat's.

He seemed more annoyed than anything else. The badger could see the splashes of cum still on his muzzle and looked away. "Man, I got really horny, it's not like we've got anything else to do," he replied. "It's not like you don't do it..."

Brooke scratched his head. "No, can't say I've ever felt like blowing myself. I'm straight, remember? And so are you," he emphasized. "Wife and kids and all that?"

The cougar looked confused for a moment. "Well, yeah I'm straight but..." he sniffed at his paw. "Cocks are kinda neat and..."

Although he had initially gone soft between his orgasm and the badger's interruption, he was still hanging out of his sheath, and started growing erect again, somehow. "...feels really good to have one between my lips, all the veins and the way they throb when you pleasure them, and the thick, delicious loads... man, I just started getting turned on after you left, it's..."

The badger looked at the glowing fountain again, then at the cougar. He suddenly seemed to see the connection. "The water...? Huh, that must be it. It feels great though... really great," the pudgy cougar muttered, staring at his growing penis again. Then he looked back at the badger with a hungry look his eyes. His cock twitched, like an animal scenting prey.

"Oh no, you stay the fuck away from me, I don't want to catch whatever the hell got into your head," Brooke replied, taking more than a few steps back.

Cassidy wasn't convinced. "Man, you're so uptight. Maybe you should have a drink and loosen up a little bit," he rumbled in his best attempt at a seductive tone. "It's just us out here anyway, might as well enjoy it... mrh, you don't know what you're missing out on," he continued, his paws wandering down to his length again to stroke it, the cougar clearly lost in his fantasies.

"Could you at least not fucking masturbate while I'm here?" Brooke growled.

"Only if you blow me instead," was the reply.

Grumbling, the badger sat down in their frond-bedding, eyes fixed on the ground as he tried to filter out the wet slap-slap-slap of his friend pleasuring himself right in front of him. The whole cave smelled like the cat's arousal cum and cum at this point, and it almost made Brooke gag. Things had been going so well too. The worst thing about it all, the one thing that really tied the badger's stomach in knots, was knowing that eventually he had to drink from that fucking fountain too. Even if they found plenty of fruit, it wouldn't last forever.

On the other hand, he kinda wondered how blowing yourself felt. Like most men - or so he thought - he'd tried to do it in his long-gone teenage years, although he'd never succeeded. Nowadays he was too fat and not really interested, and thinking of that, he realized the cougar_wasn't_ fat anymore. Although it bothered him to do so, he forced himself to look up at his friend again, who was once again getting busy swallowing his erection, heavy balls draped over his muzzle. Yes, it was like the fat had melted off his body. There was even some muscle definition visible in the relatively dim lighting.

Somehow, it made Brooke feel better; although he wasn't in a rush to try it out, at least there were some positives to the fountain. He'd just have to resist the gayness and he'd get a pretty toned body for free, it seemed. Regardless-

Slurp, slurp, slurp. Fucking hell, he's still going at it. How horny can one dude possibly be? Brooke tried covering his head with fronds as he curled up to sleep with no success, eventually settling to sleep with one ear down on the ground and the other covered by his stretched-out arm. Oh, sweet relative silence...

The next morning, he woke up long before the cougar, who was completely zonked out after what he presumed was a whole night of masturbation. Like he's a damn teenager again. His mouth felt extremely dry, and eating the rest of the berries made it feel even more so. And there was the fucking fountain, periodically ejaculating fresh, clean, cool, wonderfully clear water into the damn basin. It wasn't even a temptation at this point; he had to drink, or he'd get nothing done today and even less tomorrow. With his friend snoring loudly, Brooke supposed it was as good a time as ever; at least he wouldn't know. The badger didn't much look forward to intrusive thoughts about cocks, but worst come to worst he could always beat himself unconscious with a coconut.

Grumbling, he made his way to the fountain. His head was pounding like he'd been partying for several days. Fucking dehydration. He lowered his muzzle into the water and lapped up a mouthful. It didn't even taste good, it was bitter and salty, but actually drinking something felt like liquid happiness, and he shivered with pleasure as he gulped down huge mouthfuls of the fountain's offering. Instantly, his headache started to fade, the badger's entire body revelling in the sensation of finally getting some water.

Finally, he sat down, leaning against the cave wall. It was time for the hard part, but with newfound focus he thought about tits. Heaving, luscious breasts, jiggling as he licked across those hard nipples, wrapping his lips around the firm, hot flesh and hungrily lapping up the first clear drop of precum-

Fuck.

Pussies. He felt his cock swell as he fantasized about burying his member in a fertile young bitch, breeding him like an animal, balls slapping into theirs, ready to unload their cargo in his toned ass-

Fucking goddamnit. Where did I put those coconuts? Those beautiful, round nuts, full of cream for me to tease out with my tongue...

He noticed the cougar was sporting an obvious case of morning wood, his sizeable cock jutting, a thin strand of clear precum connecting it to his messy belly. All that spilled seed, it was kind of a shame, he thought, because he'd happily gulp it down anytime his friend needed some relief-

Fuck it, I guess this is my life now. At least I can go get heavily medicated when we get rescued, he thought, even as he crept up on the sleeping feline, crouching over him to get a better look at the wondrous, twitching maleness. It was thick and veiny, with the sensitive purplish glans at the top, just like his own. The badger quickly stripped off his own clothes, finding himself just as aroused as the cougar was. He felt so pent up, like he hadn't had sex for a year, and it kept interrupting his thoughts on whatever he was going to do, and the only solution he could think of was using his somnolent friend for some relief so he could focus.

He nudged Cassidy until the big cat rolled over onto his belly, still snoring. Brooke enjoyed the sight of his tail seemingly instinctively lifting, giving him an unobstructed view of his friend's round yet firm ass and the pink hole between those beautiful cheeks. He gently prodded the cougar's pucker with his stubby fingers, feeling the hot flesh yielding at his touch, already slick with cum that he presumed was the cougar's own. Sexy. I guess he was fingering himself after already cumming a dozen times.

That only egged Brooke on further, the idea of burying his cock in a hole already slick with cum. His finger easily slipped inside, and soon the cougar was moaning in his sleep as the badger fingered him, poking at his prostate until his friend was relaxed around him. Then, with only a twinge of guilt, he moved on top of Cassidy, licking at his neck until he managed to position his cock against his tight little tailhole.

And then he pushed forward, feeling the other male's body slowly spreading around his invading maleness. It was amazing how tight he was despite whatever fingering he'd been doing. Much tighter than his wife, and it wasn't just physically nicer. The understanding that he was penetrating another man felt like scratching some mental itch, satisfying a desire as old as thirst or hunger, something he'd never quite managed with the ladies. It was the hardness of the cougar's body that really drove him wild, the masculine scents of musk and cum, the thought of his friend spurting out cum when he reached his obvious climax, unable to hide it like women could. And then he'd help a friend out by licking him clean, enjoying the cougar's seed, maybe sucking another sticky load straight from the tap...

For Cassidy, waking up with a cock deep inside him, rutting him hard and fast, was possibly the best morning he'd ever had. Returning to the waking world, he found his belly absolutely soaked with his own juices, each of the badger's thrusts teasing out more. He wanted to make a snarky comment but only managed a throaty growl, wordlessly begging for the badger to fuck him as hard as he could, to pump him full of his thick cum for the first time ever. With their bodies working in unison, he was soon on all fours, with the badger spreading his ass to get even deeper inside, lost in their homosexual mating.

"Fuckin' take it, you little gay slut," the badger growled as he sped up his thrusts up.

"You're one to... mmh, talk, with your cock in my ass," Cassidy groaned in response.

The two kept teasing each other until the badger's humping grew faster and faster, until he finally slammed into the feline, driving himself balls deep into his abused hole, and reached a shuddering climax. Heavy spurts of his cum painted Cassidy's insides white, his paws squeezing his ass with each throb. The act felt heated, animalistic, raw; a climax of pure physical lust that took his breath away and left him panting on top of the feline. Both of them could feel every spasm of his ejaculation, every primal throb pumping more seed into his partner. For Brooke, it felt like every exquisite jolt travelled down all the way from his spine, where it made his hips flex, grinding into his friend's receptive ass, then through his taint, drawing more of the sticky fluids from his body, and then through his cock, expelling his heated offering into Cassidy's body. It was sublime, numinous even, the perfect union between two males; aggressive, rough, with a mind-shattering release of that wonderful thick semen.

The cougar was vaguely aware of everything that was happening; his friend's thrusts becoming more and more erratic, and then roughly burying his whole rigid manhood inside his well-fucked ass, simultaneously as he exhaled with ecstasy, like he'd been holding his breath for the last minute of humping. Feeling the surprisingly warm wetness splashing into him, spreading throughout his body for the very first time, was overwhelming, and he squirmed like a cat in heat, purring instinctively, his butt gyrating against the badger, around his stiffness. He followed suit soon after, joining his friend in his euphoric release, spilling yet another load onto their improvised bedding while he unwittingly clamped down on his friend's twitching cock, almost massaging it, coaxing out everything the mustelid had to give.

There was a brief moment of clarity as their orgasms ebbed. Cassidy didn't mind the realization that he was quite definitely gay now, having just been mounted and properly fucked by his friend, an in addition had just taken his first load of cum. hopefully one of many. The badger, not having been under the fountain's influence for as long, groaned in embarrassment even as aftershocks coursed through his body, his cock still dribbling cum inside his friend. For a few seconds, he wanted to just disappear, but exhaustion set in, and both ended up rolled to their sides, Brooke still buried deep inside his friend.

"So, how'd you like the water?" Cassidy chuckled after the two had caught their breath, basking in the afterglow of a rough gay fucking.

"Shut up, you," Brooke grumbled. "How are we going to explain this to our wives?"

"Well, maybe if we bring back some all natural cockspring water for them to enjoy?" Cassidy pondered. "Then maybe they'll get into each other and we can restructure our relationships a bit?"

Both laughed at this, even as their arousal started to build up again.

Work was slow the next couple of days. While Cassidy and Brooke were considerably more fit, sculpted by the fountain's magic, it had the distracting side effect of boosting their sex drives to ridiculous levels, and many attempts at building a bonfire were interrupted by the sudden onset of irresistible gay lust. With the both of them walking around naked, fat cocks hanging out of their sheaths, it was hard for either one to not fall to their knees and worship the other's masculine endowments, those beautiful eager cocks and perpetually swollen balls eager to spill their seed. Between spells of sexual abandon, they slowly began to realize what exactly had happened to the previous inhabitants of the island; presumably, they had all turned gay and either left the island seeking other partners, or simply stopped reproducing. Of course, in the modern world everyone being gay wouldn't be much of a problem given the advances of medicine, which gave the two a deliciously naughty idea.

Eventually a ship came by and the two managed to make their presence known. Soon afterwards, desiring to make more studly males to mate with, they founded the Rooster Springs Mineral Water Company, and the rest is history.