A Dance of Mud and Bubbles
This is a medium story commission I've done for a Monster Hunter loving friend
Description: An unlikely pair of a poised Mizutsune and a rowdy Almudron settle a dispute between which type of bath they ought to take first in the manliest way possible: Wrestling.
Characters belong to the owner of the franchise
Cover art done by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/danza/
***A Dance of Mud and Bubbles***
What started as a trek through the more remote areas of the Misty Peaks quickly turned into a heated argument on which of the amenities of its most famous village the duo should visit first. It made no sense in Mezan's head to go to the newly opened mud baths of a resort best known for its thermal springs, whereas Aguron, as any Almudron, begged to differ.
In the end, Mezan's cooler head prevailed, his silence on the matter allowing the Almudron's passion to dwindle once the path they walked on forked ahead, thus increasing the possibility of meeting other potential travelers. Mouthy he may be, but Aguron wasn't completely devoid of sensibilities.
"All this talk without even being checked in. As if I'd go there luggage in hand..." Mezan tried to dodge this growing headache by employing common sense, a rarely found trait within the thick skull of his roommate and tentative boyfriend.
Yes. That actually happened. A mizutsune and an Almudron, together. Not even Mezan knew for certain how this came to be, only that it was too late to back down from this commitment and restart his search for a new mate. Another Mizutsune wouldn't do, their variety prickly and prone to fluid moods compared to Aguron. Sure he had his moments, but just like mud, Aguron's high-spirited nature often cooled and solidified into its more stable form, that of a guy indifferent to most things.
"Sounds like delaying the inevitable to me, but I do agree good things take time," the cheerful, carefree, luggage-less Almudron shrugged his broad shoulders. He had the physique of a construction worker and the behavior of one, as crude and unrefined as his clothing. Seeking to get by with the minimum requirements for civilized society, Aguron wore naught but a brown suede vest barely large enough to cover his imposing, ever-growing physique. Since he sorely lacked the patience to get a pair of custom-made pants to work in concert with his ridiculously large tail, Aguron made due with a tribal-looking loincloth too narrow around the edges. He attributed its lacks to his bulk, but part of Mezan always cringed inwardly at the thought of his roomie's privates peeking out depending on which way the wind blew.
"Speaking of time, it's almost past noon. Pick up the pace, will you?" Aguron taunted Mezan whenever he got the chance, seeking to undermine his habits of packing spare clothes.
As if that would ever happen.
"Already got my hands full. What are you going to suggest next, tail carry?"
"Fine, you bubblehead. Consider me convinced."
Aguron all but ripped Mezan's luggage from his hand, grinning as he did. "When will you start accepting that obvious softness of yours?
Soon as you tend to my hardness, Mezan thought, shrouding this fleeting erotic thought beneath the guise of gratefulness.
The difference between the two started not with their species, but their bearing. In contrast with Aguron's brutish--almost crude appearance--Mezan struck the picture of elegance. His custom-made shirt opened behind the neck to show off his colorful and expressive plates running down the back of his neck at all times. Sleek trousers embraced his thin, athletic waist, tied with a dark leather belt to match the color of his burnished leather jacket. While Aguron despised footwear like the savage he was, Mezan had his designed to fit the claws as comfortably as possible, permitting them to poke through their specific gaps for maximum comfort.
They approached Yukumo from its eastern, less traveled gate. A blessing, considering Mezan's impatience to deal with other people--human, felynes or otherwise-- who might gawk at the rare sight of an Almudron in Yukumo. While monsters no longer held their once savage image in the eyes of others, exotic species such as Aguron still turned the eyes of many. In Mezan's case, Yukumo was practically home, born and raised in a secluded community within the Misty Mountains. It was his curiosity for the lifestyle of the other species--namely those living in grand cities--that pushed him towards the slopes of integration within a mixed society, rife with opportunities for everyone who held certain talents.
Then there was their particular pairing...
An Almudron and a Mizutsune walking side by side made as much sense as a Tobi Kadachi and Anjanath pairing. There was truth to be found in the old saying that opposites attracted. In Mezan's case, it was more of an intrigue developed over the span of a year spent cohabiting with the droll, even obnoxious at times Aguron. Unlike Mezan's refined self, the Almudron's approach to life revolved around impromptu decision making, leading them headfirst into the most ridiculous outcomes.
Hopefully not this time...
What started off as a path broadened into a road winding up the mountain. Commonly referred to by the Yukumo inhabitants as the monster gate, it funneled the visitors from most of the monster settlements. The result were carts, wagons, even the occasional carriage pulled by the indigenous herbivores raised for their milk. The youngsters of the nobler species rode within, poking their little heads through the flap covering the windows to bombard Aguron with various questions, teases and taunts.
The merchants pulling their carts up the slope cared little for the scenic route and even less for the pair, deep in thought with at what today might bring for the loner Arzuros, or the pair of Ludroth hydrating one another every few dozen steps or so. There was even a Zinogre minstrel amidst the train of incoming visitors idly plucking the strings of his lute, throwing Aguron a disinterested side glance.
For him, Mezan might as well not have existed, the population of Mizutsune in the area already soaring now that Yukumo began to expand its boundaries. More baths meant a greater need for bubblefoam and staff, and what better choice than to go for the native water-based monsters for these spots?
"Ugh..." Mezan sighed at how Aguron kept changing sides in order to avoid being approached by the friendly denizens of the Misty Peaks. That was Aguron in a nutshell, letting Mezan handle the social interaction side of things. Amusing at times to watch the mighty Almudron slink away from simple questions, irritating in others.
The in-between happened this time. A wyverian alchemist that was part of a performer's troupe of melynxes provided a surprisingly good conversation partner on the way to the village. A bit self-absorbed with his concoctions, powders and other special effects crafts he devised, but intriguing and perceptive at the same time. The best part had to be their farewell, namely the boldness of one of the melynxes that detonated a small firecracker right under Aguron's tail to prove win an argument on how he could startle just as easily as the next guy.
"The next furball that pranks me will be chucked right over the gates of Yukumo," Aguron vented as soon as the troupe took to a side road leading to a staging area.
"Then don't startle," Mezan shrugged, directing Aguron's attention at the looming gates gilded with song and color.
"You gotta be freaking kidding me..."
Aguron's face almost dropped at the cheerful commotion welcoming them into the bosom of Misty Peaks society. Right at the gate, two women garbed in ceremonial dresses hung garlands spun of pine, wildflowers and colored paper around their necks, wishing them a merry solstice day. Mezan graciously accepted his while Aguron looked positively alarmed at both the colorful décor and at what awaited them further inside.
"Did you know of this?" Aguron's shoulders drooped ever so slightly, as if wishing to make himself smaller amidst the increasingly noisy crowd. "Is this payback for...because I'm sure you could've at least...been a little..."
"Why don't you just make the best of it?" Mezan gave the Almudron a friendly pat on the back shortly before he began engaging with the overly excited felynes flaunting the wares of their masters or seeking to point them to their stalls. While the village used to be arranged on three tiers, its expansion blended them into sections separated by thematic elements.
On the first row, the renowned blacksmith shop expanded into a forge which continued to craft various hunting tools and weapons for those brave enough to venture into the deep wilderness to hunt for possible threats to the expanding civilization. While the majority of the monsters no longer posed a peril to the local humans, a few of the feral elemental ones or ghastly terrors such as Khezu still preyed on unsuspecting travelers, roaming ever closer to sources of convenient food.
Many other stores and stalls sprouted along the main paths, all boasting hunting implements or artistic crafts depicting all sides of the Misty Peaks life. Struck by nagging melancholy, Mezan dragged Aguron along as he made the acquaintance of several shopkeepers, taking the chance to educate him on some Misty Peaks lore and legends that undoubtedly fell on deaf ears.
A little higher up the incline, and the grey and unassuming colors of the craftsman roofs gave way to the colorful festival row. Only a few permanent buildings rose around corners, most of the square occupied by tradesman stalls of impressive scopes and sizes. This section was by far the noisiest and busiest, with most of the relatively empty space being the cobbled main road leading up to the grand gathering hall at the top of the hill.
Mezan almost gave in to the temptation of sneaking into the crowd of monsters, humans and squeaky felynes, but the luggage he still carried in one hand prevented him from exploring this side of Yukumo for the time being. He still stole several peeks at a few points of interests, namely the baking and honey products stalls, where an elderly man and his felyne apprentices made wonders out of that main, miraculous ingredient.
Down at the base of the gathering hall, several feline porters awaited with empty carts to help ferry the luggage into an adjacent building. Whether one stayed at an inn, or within the gathering hall itself, Yukumo wanted its visitors to explore the village unencumbered, providing a facile and secure way to store your belongings.
"There," Aguron lowered the broader, girthier suitcase into a cart almost matching its size. "Have fun tripping it over."
"Nyah!" The felyne in question accepted his challenge, latching the suitcase in place with rope to keep it from toppling, throwing the bulky Almudron a defiant smirk.
"Serves you well for underestimating the little furballs," Mezan tipped his porter, sweetening the deal with a pet between the ears. "They love doing this as much as you love doing nothing."
"I'll show you what nothing looks like when we go check our overly pricey room."
Mezan scrunched his muzzle at that crude jape, dismissing the Almudron's unrefined attempt at starting something up. Better to keep him where Mezan wanted, as a second who only got to unwind when the Mizutsune decreed it fit to do so.
In the meantime, Mezan had the perfect plan to avoid getting as much as a single claw of his covered in sludgey, disgusting muck. He'd keep feigning mild interest in the mud baths, latching onto every time-consuming distraction so conveniently provided by the festivities taking place. By the time their visit came to an end, he'd have already savored the pleasant calm of the thermal springs to his leisure. Almudron or not, Aguron had to wash now and then on pain of his cock never knowing any other pleasure but that of his hands.
Quite the uncouth yet convenient motivation for the lascivious brute.
The two passed through the flap-like curtain separating the cold breeze of the mountains from the cordial, incense-filled atmosphere of the gathering hall.
"Whoa...big..." Aguron's long whiskers drooped in awe at the marvels that even a developing village could flaunt.
"A size that should most appeal to you," Mezan favored him a sly smile while using the differently colored carpets to guide himself to the wing they booked a room in.
Although it started as a round, towering building with three main levels, the gathering hall added a fourth, smaller one and broadened the available space at the floor level by connecting newly created wings through tasteful corridors. Wyverns of all species and sizes flocked to the grandest building within Yukumo, their chatter and various growls creating a mirth-filled cacophony. Though the size and décor had changed, the constant remained the stable Yukumo wood used in the erection of the gathering hall, its renowned durability helping keep this colossal construction sleek, classy, refined.
Whenever they visited those crowded, more civilized places, Aguron fell eerily quiet, as if unsettled by the number of strangers of all species and sizes. Humans agitated him most. Unlike monsters and felynes, they were harder to decipher, their politeness surprising to his crude sort.
With their room booked and instructions pending to get their luggage delivered, Mezan went in without even looking around much, intent on simply snatching some towels to preserve their dignity once outside of their chosen pool.
"I thought we.." Aguron pointed at the spa section integrated into the gathering hall, pools of all sorts and sizes included for the lazier variety. Mezan continued his walk, steps steady and confident. The best spot for what he had in mind was in the vicinity of the village, an area the locals referred to as the Misty Springs. Just fifteen minutes away, it provided the best retreat options for those who wished to unwind in a natural setting, unbothered by the din of society.
"Here we are." Mezan began to undress without even giving the wide-eyed Almudron a chance at expressing his opinion, aware that he made the best choice to fulfill both sets of wishes. "Yours is over there. Stir the clay bed a little, and you got yourself your homemade mud pool."
"That's...it's not even...and now you're all naked. Great..." Aguron rolled his head in dismay at how quickly everything transpired.
"Feel free to follow," Mezan shrugged, his frills standing on end from how blissful, how right the steamy water's temperature felt to his weary feet.
"Oh, I'm going to do more than just follow..." The temperamental Almudron tossed aside his vest and loincloth both, cock swinging in unison with his furious steps.
He didn't walk into the pool. He jumped straight into it, turning it all muddy with his raking tail. In an instant, Mezan tackled the bigger prude, slamming him against the pool's edge, hand shoved beneath the water to grasp his sizable eggs.
"Now why did you just do that? We had an order. A system. One where I don't end up squeezing your balls all the time."
Aguron's eyes immediately widened in terror. Not because of what transpired down there, but because he feared something far, far worse. "Okay okay, I'm chill, just don't...blast me with those gross bubbles. I'm pretty...comfortable here."
"I bet you are..." Mezan tried his cock, finding it half-erect and growing. Lascivious beast, getting hard at the mere sight of Mezan's nakedness. How long had it been for either of them?
Long enough for his cock to also stir in yearning, to be sure.
Mezan wanted to squeeze those plump spheres. He wanted to squeeze them so bad Aguron's next words came out in an uncharacteristically high-pitched voice. Yet they felt so delightfully smooth into the cup of his palm, untainted by the touch of scales, by the roughness of plates. He remained there for a moment or two, shifting the orbs between his fingers, savoring the vulnerability they exuded. Though Aguron knew no unwelcome surprises might ruin his increasingly needy huffs, he couldn't quite overcome the stiffness seizing his muscles. It kept his pecs gloriously tight, their bulging outline heating up Mezan's blood as well as stirring that specific crave down at the base of his growing shaft.
That wrestler's body type had had its way with his mind one too many times. Even now, he still found it impossible to resist Aguron's allure, with his strong abdominal muscles veiled beneath salmon-colored plates draped over a cushy belly. Shredded types never worked well with him; he needed a dose of softness, a layer of casualness that made his partners look less strict and daunting with their exercising habits. Working out was just about the worst thing he could think of, and as he towered over Aguron's bigger, broader, charming body, the most pressing thought growing within Mezan's mind revolved around the colors of victory.
How to best assert his dominion over this mud-caked prankster without subjecting himself to humiliating mud tossing?
Perhaps a different approach was necessary to slither his way under the Almudron's rosy scales flanking his plates. A softer one, starting from a point they could both heavily relate to.
"Let's settle this outside the pool, shall we? The steam will keep us warm enough."
Aguron, like any Almudron, obliged, going as far as to lie down on his back at Mezan's behest, far too easily tricked by the promise of a newly developed kinky game.
"You'd do anything to avoid pitting your pitiful bubbles against my superior mud, huh?" Aguron unashamedly exposed his sack to whatever Mezan wanted of it, enjoying the thrill of it.
"Says the guy who far too easily exposes his sack. What if other people pass by? Or of I squeeze a bit more than I should?"
"Then I'll make sure...to roar louder...so that everyone hears what sort of pervert you are..." Aguron hissed through gritted teeth, weakened by the threat-filled bliss of rolling dexterous fingers massaging his fat, drooping balls like nobody had ever done before. It seemed too eerie, like a scene ripped from a dream, for Mezan to fondle his sack so pleasantly while bearing no ulterior motive.
And yet, that was exactly what was happening on the edge of the stirred-up pool that his tail could reach into, scoop mud off its bedding, and free himself in the easiest way.
As if catching onto that lapse, Mezan sat his lithe yet strong rump down on the twitching appendage, pinning its tip down with his equally impressive tail.
"Depends on whether I made up my mind about you and the punishment you deserve for ruining my moment..."
As he said that, Mezan seamlessly transitioned the soft, undulating strokes administered to Aguron's scrote to his left hand, maintaining the same tantalizing rhythm as his right grabbed hold of the Almudron's hard, prominent, vein-covered erection. The way Aguron's tongue tip slipped between his fangs shortly before his lips curled against one another drew a shuddering gasp out of him. Every time he took hold of Aguron's erection, it was as if his cock had a vicarious experience. That taut, meaty, stubborn foreskin was to blame, always refusing to uncover his glans without a bit of bliss-filled struggle.
"Fff-fuuuck, you're so...damn...evil..." Aguron threw his head back. The fantasy of having his cock tended so carefully by his neat freak of a friend without going through a meticulous shower first hit home...and it hit HARD. Throbs of heated blood, more intense than anything he experienced on his own meat whacking sessions, lanced his member with heated bliss. Heartbeat by heartbeat, his cock attempted to beg Mezan for the chance at pleasure through pleading throbs, but the Mizutsune refused to give it to him.
"Have you not masturbated at all these days?" Mezan said while slowly pulling down on Aguron's vein-laced skin, careful not to slip his glans free. The sharp, pleasure-filled tugs took the Almudron's breath away, making him squirm and huff impatiently, hard pressed to simply lie down on his back and let the scene unfold. He could easily overpower the lesser, scrawnier Mizutsune, but the perverse thrill of subjective himself to his pace cancelled out that cliché desire.
"Oh no...you're not going to..."
The Almudron's golden eyes immediately scrunched shut, his question answered by the sleek snout that planted gentle pecks of adoration upon the smooth surface of his ripe sack.
He's...he's kissing my balls. Him! The guy who can't even sniff a condom without snarling!
And yet, that was exactly what was happening, if his eagerly churning balls had any say in it. Without letting go of neither cock nor scrote, Mezan continued to massage both of Aguron's male parts while slipping in the occasional nuzzle, grinning at how this little attention brought out that elusive purr uncharacteristic of such tall, imposing monster.
Aguron had his reasons for slipping. Simply imagining Mezan's snout wrinkle at the taste of his slimy precum got Aguron's blood hot. Almost without thinking, he started thrusting, yearning to find himself inside something warm, desperate to expel the bubbling cum from those big fat balls Mezan adored so much.
"My my, someone's having a short fuse today. Wouldn't it be a shame...if we took this glorious moment to give you a thorough wash down here before going forward with this?"
Bubbles already wormed their way across his crotch, warm, nice...delightfully disgusting to a creature that dwelled in the ignorant darkness of muskier depths.
"No. Please!" Aguron cried in alarm at getting that soapy smell all over his most precious parts, thus ruining the fantasy. "Not...not yet," he fumbled for a way to ensure that his kink did not die a premature death. "Let's just...pause and...come to the conclusion that, although unconventional, we both bathed just moments ago, yes? So I'm clean. In a neutral way! Like everyone else that isn't a Mizutsune!"
"Mmm, is that so?" Mezan's fingers tightened a little more around his shaft, the increased pressure drowning the next complaint he wanted to voice.
"I'm not convinced. My mouth, my rules. That is, if you still want this to happen."
Mezan's decree brought Aguron's fantasies crashing down into the realm where things like these did not simply happen to guys like him. Not suddenly. Not without a fight!
"I want it. More than anything, I do. But not before I drag you down into the muck with me!"
Erect and bothered as he was, the Almudron still managed to grab his partner's torso between his powerful legs and roll as one left and right into the pool. Without proper means to find purchase on the slippery stone surrounding the pool, Mezan easily found himself trapped under the bulkier, stronger form of his friend. But although peaceful in his everyday life, this gentle, bubble-spewing creature could turn into quite the adversary when provoked.
Whipping limbs. Crashing tails. Savage twists that put even the Almudron's might to shame with their surprising technique. The muddying waters of the once-clean pool failed to find a victor when both of the have-been friends used every weapon in their arsenal to get back at each other. The mud on the base of the pool thickened into brown clay when Aguron found his back smashed against the bedding, ready to call upon its strength to entrap the sleek Mizutsune.
But just like mud answered to him, so did it shy away from the too potent bubblefoam oozed from the fur of the Mizutsune. Bubbles frothed on the surface of the pool, turning it into a bubble bath as a stream of clean, disgusting bubbles conquered everything.
Aguron fought that pansy aroma back by scraping as much clay from the bed of the pool as he could with his clawed tail, using his special powers to scoop and spread it around in a whirling torrent quickly swallowing those pesky bubbles. Yet the harder he tried, the more Mezan fought back as well, keeping them trapped in a stalemate where the only loser was his deflating erection.
It all came to a surprising end outside of the pool, where the final tussle put the two in an egregious sixty-nine position that could end very, very badly if either were to use their special abilities down there.
"T-tie?" Aguron mumbled as Mezan's mouth inched so incredibly close to his thick sausage of a penis. He didn't even know when he got erect. Fighting did that to him, flaring up his blood to embarrassing extents in some cases. "You can't...be that cruel as to...you know, without my consent?"
"Mrhhmmmm...you're in luck. I don't feel like swallowing soap today myself," he said, then dashed a long, slick, delightful lick over the very tip of Aguron's throbbing problem.
"Nrrrfff..." the Almudron tensed and groaned, looking with delightfully strained bliss at how Mezan made out with his cock-head. The feelings created by his slippery eel of a tongue were magnified tenfold when Aguron was able to witness every bit of the process; to observe how Mezan circled his foreskin and tempted him to throb hard right before his jaws parted to take him into a hot realm of unbearably intense bliss.
"Krrahhhhh!" Aguron clawed his way through the rock bed, panting, throbbing, watching amorously how Mezan's eyes stared back at him with a sly look, mouth ballooned and full of his cock. "C--can you--gentler?"
Mezan didn't answer while his hips shifted away from Aguron's approaching snout, unwilling to surrender control for pleasure just yet. Though his foreskin wasn't as tight as Aguron's, it still made his cock prone to premature ejaculation fits when sucked, and the last thing he wanted was to give Aguron the satisfaction of swallowing his musky, pent-up cum.
Whereas like this, he had Aguron's cock all to himself, keeping him wrapped up in that thick foreskin ready to roll down at a moment's notice, requiring the slightest push to lay bare the ring of tasty, far too sensitive meat it encased. Mezan loved the foreplay bit the most, yet this time, he just couldn't help himself from pushing down on Aguron's foreskin with his tongue and unwrapping that delightful present to the whims of his suckling mouth.
"Ghhrrrr, you...bastarrrrrd!"
When subjected to the depths of a Mizutsune's perfectly slick mouth, Aguron furiously fretted over the possibility of creating a messy accident in one of the few places his friend tolerated. He just...couldn't argue with the perfection of a Mizutsune's cock-suckling abilities. The same oily substance they used to make their bubbles made a perfect, abundant lubrication that complemented their lovely sleek mouths far too well.
It was this unmatched oral sex perfection that made him feel inadequate, for how could any male be proud of shooting their load in less than a minute?
With his head bobbing up and down along his shaft, Mezan kept his eyes on the facial expression of his mate. Oh, how he loved absorbing this vulnerable side of him. The coiling whiskers, the growls and snarls, the occasional moan whenever his throat muscles tightened around his tip.
"I'm..." Aguron's tail squeezed that of the mizutsune in a tight, clasping embrace.
In the next moment, his cock plopped free of Mezan's mouth. Tendrils of saliva, thickened by his specific precum, eventually shattered the farther Mezan's snout got from his cock, his sly, narrow eyes showing no intention of finishing him off.
"You're what?" Mezan returned his attention to his balls, taunting him to speak up his mind.
"You know what's coming. Don't you?"
Of course he did. Anyone who could match his brawling capabilities would have been able to slip away from his tackle, but Mezan simply did not wish to. He enjoyed being the one on his back this time around, tailhole visibly clenching, balls shuddering in anticipation of being entered.
Devious bastard, always intent on having his way with him!
Not quite certain on the best way forward, Aguron employed delay tactics in the only way he knew how, by planting a moist, stimulating kiss on the very mouth that still tasted of his precum.
"Mhhmmmm..." Mezan moaned under the blissful tremors created by Aguron's caressing hands. "Keep at it. I'll cum from just being massaged."
"Not that I'd let you," Aguron added.
Tenderly, teasingly, Aguron massaged his way across his friend's many frills while his lips explored the depths of that lovely maw painted with the taste of his own subtle musk. After their first kiss, their pressed their bodies began grinding together, rubbing cock against cock, abs against abs, teeth against teeth as their impromptu bout of affection led into a second kiss, and a third, a fourth, even a fifth.
"Gaah!" Right at the end of the fifth one, Aguron found himself pushed back for the generous smear he squirted across Mezan's otherwise clean chest. "Sorry, I'm so sorry! Let me make up for that little line of-"
"It's not so little." Mezan's features scrunched up. "Now I'll smell of you for at least half a day. You know what that implies?"
Usually, it was a deep tissue massage session until Aguron's fingers grew numb, but today, Aguron had something else in mind. Leading Mezan over to the edge of the pool with a raised tail and lofty promises, he lounged back against the edge of the pool while his feet still bathed in the muddied waters, rocking soft ripples into existence.
"What do you think?" He asked, stroking his erection with one hand while his head leaned against the other, a challenging smirk plastered on his confident features. "Is my ass worth a little murky water dive on the way there?"
"Are you sure it's going to stay that way?" Mezan's eyes shone with enthusiasm at the legs parting before him. A little of Aguron's plump sack showed on the water's surface, the skin there soft and inviting. "So far, the bubbles met no challenge that cannot be washed away."
"So you like to think, but mess comes in more than one way," Aguron winked. "Come on, show me if you've got what it takes to take my brutish self. Otherwise it's back to wrestling."
Who would ever want that dull sport after being led on with such a promise? Aguron himself crawled further onto the elevated bank of the pool, leaving the stirred water only for his tail to frolic inside. While its natural warmth titillated his senses, it also had the habit of blotting out the sensations happening downstairs, and if Aguron liked one thing in this life, it had to be the feeling of a rigid cock pummeling him for all his worth.
"Conceding already?" Mezan retorted, slinking around his partner's form to straddle his mighty thighs. Their erect cocks met one another in throbbing greeting, both of their ruddy tips flushed with eagerness. Compared to the Mizutsune's smoother, more elegant length, Aguron's was thicker, longer, veiny, the type of cock that Mezan loved sucking and savor its heightened sensitivity.
"And this comes from the guy who couldn't wait to get me all muddy."
"Mmm, those two aren't mutually exclusive," Aguron caressed the mizutsune's deeper colored frills and rosy cheeks, always attracted to the vivid hues of arousal.
"Depends on which of us gets a handle on the situation." Aguron grabbed his friend's hand, guiding it to his rock-hard cock. Before Mezan could as much touch it, Aguron shifted it to the Mizutsune's equally needy member to make a fair point of his line of thought. "I guess...this is more interesting."
Not that Mezan could complain, now that his right hand returned where it belonged, clutching Aguron's arousingly thick cock. "Should I, though?" he began pumping his wrist ever so slightly, making sure not to push Aguron's foreskin down his glans, lest he ruined that single, blissful shot he had at amplifying the Almudron's incoming orgasm derived from anal stimulation.
"You didn't yet best me at wrestling, so no hands release it is."
Aguron minded that not one bit, folding his arms under his head and parting his legs in invitation for Mezan to enter him. That conniving smirk bothered Mezan a bit, hinting that Aguron had something in mind to get back at him.
Assuming he'd even get the chance.
"Shouldn't I get that pretty cock of yours all lubed up?" Aguron's tongue sailed over his lips suggestively. A tempting offer, yet a redundant one considering the ample amount of lube Mezan had at his disposal.
No, not his special brand of bubblefoam. Not even he was cruel enough to betray Aguron's trust that way. Instead, he collected the generous amount of precum pooled on the Almudron's tip, applying it to his sensitive pucker through soft, circular movement.
"Arrrhhhh," Aguron groaned, golden eyes narrowing to thin, sexy lines. "You never cease to surprise me."
"Neither does the size of your sack," Mezan hoisted it within his palm, fondling it to keep the Almudron nice and erect while his cock tip massaged the slick entrance of his mate. That not only felt amazing to the point of lessening his breaths to a few short huffs, but it drew out his own slippery precum, thinner and more effective at ensuring a proper anal session.
"My....worrrd but you're...eager!"
Mezan savored as much as he could of Aguron's pleasure-filled expression. He normally took things slow, but this time, he plunged into the Almudron's shuddering depths in one full stroke. His vision faded, blanketed by stubborn eyelids scrunching over his eyes the moment his foreskin lost the battle with friction. With his glans no longer sheltered, everything felt far warmer, tighter, more intense, and Aguron's teasing clenching didn't help one bit.
"I'm not....gonna let you...breathe a single...word..." Mezan's hips rolled into a steady motion, driving him in and out of the squelching, messy anus of his squirming mate. No longer able to play with his balls, that hand tried to instead grab for one of those shapely pecs, only to fall down on the ground as the intensity of the thrusts picked up. Their bellies practically kissed at this point, interlocked russet plates grinding against the softer hide of the Mizutsune.
Aguron also kept his word. Instead of stabilizing the erratic bobbing of his cock slapping against Mezan's belly, his hands embraced the sleek, elegant neck of his mate, dragging him into a prolonged kiss during which their tongues wrestled as intensely as the two did moments ago. He had to admit it though...for some scrawny bubblehead, Mezan sure possessed strength and stamina, his arms straight and steady as they supported his weight during the unusually intense swings of his hips.
"Getting...there..." Aguron broke their kiss, hugging Mezan with both arms and legs as proof of utter surrender. The panting Mizutsune used this giveaway as the proper moment to intensify his efforts; to make every thrust count by shoving himself more forcefully into the Almudron's tensing rump.
In Aguron's case, every thrust became a game of patience. A dance between enjoying every burst of pleasure that raced along his prostate with every pass of Mezan's engorged glans through his hungry tunnel, and withstanding the fiery blaze of his building passion. He might not have Mezan's charming confidence, but what he possessed plenty of was stamina, along with a particularly good control over when he chose to cum.
Or so he thought, for all of a sudden, blissful tightness wrapped itself around his cock, seizing it, dragging his foreskin down close to the point of no return.
"Aghhh, don't...you know how I...mppffff!" Aguron tossed his head back to roar his pleasure during a particular forceful thrust that saw the Mizutsune bottom out inside him. Those magnificent frills flared into full bloom, more colorful than ever now that Mezan could barely hold onto his seed. His expression, with those glazed eyes, panting maw and soft whimpers suggested as much, and the tightness of his glans confirmed it.
"That much of an anal lover, huh?" Mezan took mercy on the Almudron by pulling down on his foreskin just enough to help his copious amounts of cloudy pre to dribble down his trembling, ecstasy-filled fingers. "Very well then. I shall give you a big, messy finale befit of the messiest dude I know."
Though he attempted to buy himself more time with a kiss, Aguron chuckled in his face, pressing three fingers against his slender muzzle to block his advance.
"You sure? The way you grit your teeth with every thrust...I'm not giving you more than fifteen strokes."
"Try fifty." Mezan beamed with pride.
He might've smiled, he might've lied...but the throbbing clues of his cock spoke otherwise. Aguron could tell from the desperate way it tensed inside him. He FELT it. With every swing of Mezan's heavy balls knocking against his voluptuous ass cheeks, and with every stream of oily lubrication sneaking down the base of his tail, Aguron knew. His friend had no more fight in him, thus putting the Almudron in the perfect position to trigger both of their orgasms by clamping down on Mezan at the perfect moment.
"How...close...?"
"Very...very close..." Aguron smiled inwards while he put on his best, most convincing close-to-orgasm face. "Three thrusts...should do..."
Mezan's faculties were so gone at this point he had no way to catch that deceit in action. Those few final thrusts always clouded his mind, the rush of seed welling within the base of his cock sealing away every sensibility he possessed. He thrust, and thrust...until he could hold himself back no more.
"Nhaahhh!" Mezan shoved himself balls-deep into the hulking Almudron, his back arching at the height of pleasure so as to sink every last centimeter of his shaft down where it mattered. All of his frills fanned out, neck plates rattling together to herald thick lances of seed gushing out of his spasm-ridden cock.
Only, something was off. His body instinctively knew it as his feeble, jerky thrusts seeking to stimulate him further worked. They shouldn't have. His cock should have been locked tight, milked for all its worth until Mezan's mind grew so heavy with pleasure he could no longer tell where he was. Instinctively, he reached for Aguron's cock, fighting through his addled state to do the right thing, that of masturbating his mate to climax while pointing him away.
His fingers met not the vein-wrapped tightness of a cock, but knuckles and fingers. Fingers that leaned Aguron's cock forward instead of to the side, aiming right for his stomach.
"Get...marked...by my cum!" Aguron's mighty roar burst along with his seed, causing the Mizutsune to cringe inwardly at the disgusting feeling of hot sludge pelting his clean, sensitive belly. Though he tried to block the spurts with his hand, Aguron's other hand grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and pulled him onto a kiss, whispering overly sweet words into his ear while emptying his balls all over his chest.
That...bastard! Thick musk permeated the air around them, chocking in its saltiness. Mezan's first instinct was to wipe that disgusting sludge away with as much bubblefoam as his chest fur could produce, but finishing off inside Aguron's tightening depths took precedence. Nothing quite beat the fading remnants of an orgasm inside his partner.
Not even the prominent smell of cum.
"Awww, you little messy puppy," Aguron drawled in between his kisses along his jaw. Much to Mezan's surprise, Aguron reached into the bubblefoam-soaked fur with his own hand to wipe away the mess, intent on keeping Mezan's body atop his. "There. Better now. It's as if it didn't happen."
Only, it did. And that called for retribution. The carefully planned sort that Aguron would never see coming.
And what better way to celebrate that than leading the Almudron into a false sense of security through long-lasting, loving kisses?
***The End***
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