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Crash and Dingodile had become unlikely friends. They still butt heads sometimes but were able to co-exist for the most part. One day in particular, Crash was assisting the hybrid with gathering ingredients for his restaurant. The bandicoot had expected them to go shopping at some kind of local grocery store but Dingodile was adamant on wandering around the forest in search of "all natural" ingredients. Things didn't stop there either. After taking them back to his place, Dingodile had Crash accompany him into the swamp.

"This is where you'll find the best stuff," Dingodile guaranteed. Crash was uncertain but gathered the things that were requested, gathering them all in a basket. Working together, they filled the basket in a rather short amount of time. The mute hero was still wary of the stuff they collected together. The only real edible things were a few mushrooms and even then many of them looked or smelled...off. Either way, Dingodile was happy with their haul and decreed that they could finally go back.

Crash was glad to leave the swamp and followed the bigger male through the untamed wilderness. They made it out of the denser part but still had a good amount of walking ahead of them. At least Dingodile was in a good mood, sparing Crash any more complaints. The peace allowed his mind to wander but that came to an end when he stumbled from tripping on the hybrid's tail.

"Oy, careful there!" Dingodile huffed, his gruff tone of voice returning.

Crash wanted to know why the other guy had stopped so suddenly and he had realized that Dingo led them to a rather big tree. "Don't know why you followed me here. I told ya I had to take a leak." Crash hadn't heard him say that and found himself blushing as he was right there to see the taller male easing off his overalls, exposing his chest, belly and then his package. Not wearing any underwear underneath, his thick cock was fully out for him to see. It was casually groped and Dingo even stroked it, grunting as he pointed the tip at the large moss-covered bark.

Crash felt a sudden urge within himself. He was already up close to the other male, having a clear view of his privates. So the bandicoot evened the playing field by pulling down his own pants and underwear. His eyes darted to Dingo again. There was the sudden curiosity and urge to compare their sizes. Dingodile had him beat when it came to sheer thickness but for someone of his size, Crash had something pretty impressive between his legs. It was noticed that the hybrid hadn't started yet. This struck Crash as odd but that was before he realized that Dingodile was waiting for him.

"Took ya long enough," Dingodile grumbled. He had figured the bandicoot followed because he needed to go as well. Given his nature, the hybrid was actually looking forward to sharing a piss and had held it in for the pipsqueak's sake. Now that it had been taken care of, he tilted his head back and finally let it all go. With a deep sigh of relief, his piss came spraying out from his thick cocktip. It splattered onto the bark noisily and dribbles of the yellow water flew everywhere as well.

Crash was just out of range of the droplets thankfully but he found the sight and sounds rather distracting. Rather than being wary or disgusted, Crash felt rather drawn. Seeing and hearing how much Dingodile enjoyed himself was making Crash's own cock plump up. He had to focus and keep himself from getting hard. Willing himself and putting pressure on his bladder, Crash finally opened the floodgates and let his own arc of hot liquid rush free from his tip.

He didn't realize that he needed to go this bad. The relief and pleasure of letting it flow out of him struck harder than expecting. Sighing and shivering, he was again getting lost in the sensations. The sounds of his and Dingo's streams had become a rather soothing noise for him, much like the distant rushing of a waterfall. Again, he was snapped out of his trance by something hot and wet on his leg. It wet his dropped pants and soaked into the fur underneath. Opening his eyes and looking to see what it was, Crash gaped to see Dingodile aiming his piss directly at him. Still groaning, the bigger creature was relieving himself all over Crash's leg.

"Oops," the hybrid snickered.

Crash continued to stand there, letting himself be marked. His mind had drawn a complete blank at first but the wheels began turning again and he had an idea of his own. Gripping and changing the direction of his own stream, Crash returned the favor. He aimed higher, not going for the leg, but Dingodile's belly. He increased the pressure by pushing down on his bladder, sighing deeply as he heard the splattering of his stream against Dingo's belly scales.

"What the-" the heavyset bruiser growled but didn't retaliate. "Alright, alright. We'll call it a draw, ya orange weasel." Crash appeared to agree and the two of them paused their urinating so they could properly turn and face each other. At the count of three they both continued to release on each other. Crash was at a disadvantage when it came to marking Dingodile's body but that didn't mean he was losing. With the height difference between them, he was practically showered with the heated fluid. It was strong smelling and tasting too. That was figured out by him unashamedly opening his mouth, letting the stream run right over his tongue.

When they fully drained their bladders, Crash's clothes and pelt were soaked and the erection between his legs made it clear that he didn't mind that. Dingodile was feeling rather eager himself. He hadn't expected the other male to be so accepting of his liquid waste. Seeing and smelling his mark on Crash caused him to get fully hard in his hand.

"You make a pretty good pissing post," Dingo chuckled.

Crashed seemed to agree as he came in closer and got down on his knees. This surprised the teasing male but his surprise was replaced with a sudden melty feeling. Crash had taken hold of his thick erection and gave it a few strokes. While doing that, his tongue flicked over the tip. He hummed from the taste of dribbling piss droplets. Cleaning away the last of the urine, Crash admired the thickness in his hands and the musk that came from the large hybrid.

Being unable to resist, Crash opened his mouth wide and eased the tip into his mouth. Wrapping his lips around it, he proceeded to suckle on the tip, running his tongue along the bulbous cocktip. Dingodile continued to melt from this, huffing and sighing as he felt a warm mouth caressing the sensitive head.

"Now that's more like it..." His fat cock swelled even further while inside of Crash's mouth. It had been a while since someone else had given him some attention. He had jerked off two days prior but his balls were still plump and heavy. "Finally, some appreciation around here..."

Crash wasn't really listening, being too focused on the addicting taste of Dingodile's cock. The flavors were strong and it was clear that the dingo-croc hadn't washed himself down there for some time. Combined elements of urine, cum, and sweat had all come together to make his taste buds tingle. Wanting all that he could get from the bigger guy, the bandicoot took things a step further by easing his tongue underneath the fat foreskin, sliding underneath the fat folds. The space was slick and the taste was strong, being overly bitter with earthy undertones.

"Rrgh! Y-yeah, get deep in there!" The pleasure suddenly shot up, causing Dingo's erection to throb and leak heavily over Crash's tongue. Savoring more of that deep masculine taste, Crash gulped down the fluid, noting how big the gushes were and how thick the fluid itself was. Swirling along underarm the foreskin still, Dingodile was left panting from this quickly becoming more intense.

Even when the tip easing ended, Crash was quick to follow that by pushing more of the fat erection into his mouth, letting out another sound as he tasted more of the residue left on the surface. Feeling his mouth spreading further, the orange furred mammal managed to fit nearly all of it into his mouth before even realizing. Dingo was thick but was no longer than average. Having his nose buried in the crotch, Crash took a deep breath before easing his mouth back again.

"C-Crikey! I never knew you were this good of a cockslut. Suck harder while you're down there." Dingodile rubbed his piss soaked belly while feeling the soft mouth drifting up and down his inches. His pulsing and leaking plentifully, he felt a smooth tongue lapping all over his girth in addition to the lips that smoothly slid back and forth. He just basked in the pleasure that came from all of this, letting the smaller male work his cock. There was a sense of pride that came from having his juices gulped down along with his musk being huffed. It was good to know there was someone around here who didn't mind a few days worth of build up.

Crash sought out all that he could get in the form of licks and deep sniffs, bobbing his head back and forth, the bandicoot continued to savor the hints of sweat and piss. Being the most immediate thing to reach his senses, Crash dutifully used his tongue as a rag to clean up the days worth of fluids that had been left to dry and cling to the musky skin. Even after licking non stop so far, there were still more flavors for him to uncover.

Putting another layer on top of it all, the mute male used his hands on the dangling balls. He could feel their weight as he playfully juggled them, feeling the orbs bounce against his palm. This made Dingo tense up, but not from any pain. A tingle raced through his body, an unexpected one. The juggling turned into smoother rubs and his dribbling precum caught onto Crash's fingers and palm, making them slick and warm. There was suddenly a whole other kind of sensation going on in tandem with the blowjob. This caused Dingodile to pant heavily. His chest was heaving as he began to sweat all over again.

Feeling his climax getting close, Dingodile took hold of Crash with both hands. While holding the smaller male steady, he took control by making the first rough thrust that pushed his cock in deeper. It jammed down into the bandicoot's throat, making him gag. The thickness forced Crash's windpipe open all at once. Another thrust forced it to spread even further and Dingodile groaned from feeling the soft tightness around his cock.

"Hoo yeah..." Dingodile proceeded to slam himself into Crash's mouth and throat, jamming his dick in deep and roughly. Crash was just left there, held in place while having his face forcibly rutted. He could taste more precum but mostly felt it slathering his throat. That made it all easier for him to endure more of this abuse. It was a strain for him to ride out the endless pounds into his esophagus but at the same time Crash felt his own arousal rising higher. Heavy, musky balls smacked against his chin and another spurt of precum shot to the very end of his throat, forcing him to drink it down.

"Ah fuck! Better take a deep breath," Dingodile warned. With another hard push he was roaring out and cumming hard into the other male. His precum had already been thick but the actual seed was even thicker and it was shooting out with hard force as well. Crash had to gulp harder and more often to keep up with it but a good amount was still oozing from the corners of his mouth and even out of his nose. Crash even felt his stomach starting to bloat a bit from the sheer amount of spunk being forced into it. The feeling of drinking down the hot and musky seed was too much for the bandicoot and he ended up cumming hands free simply from the overwhelming arousal he felt. The both of them were left shaking and groaning from their powerful orgasms.

Dingodile released the smaller male, feeling his cock pop free from the soft mouth. "Damn... That was just what I needed. Cheers, Crash. I'll take things over from here." The hybrid grabbed the ingredients and went the rest of the way himself, having slung his piss-soaked clothes over his shoulder, walking through the rest of the swamp in the nude. Crash was left to pant and collect himself, realizing that he was a mess and so were his clothes. He could get home from here but it would be best to keep to the shadows. Despite everything that happened, Crash was very satisfied. His body was still reeking of the bigger male's mark and he breathed it in as he stood and grabbed his soaked pants. He wouldn't be washing them, having them as a keepsake to remind him of this...