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Nature's Embrace

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

10th October, 2024

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In a world where nature defined boundaries, Kip, a spirited quokka, and Banjo, a thoughtful swamp wallaby, danced on the edges of the extraordinary. Their hearts intertwined like the winding paths of the forest they explored, defying the conventions of their kind. Together, they forged a bond that transcended their differences, proving that love can flourish even in unexpected places.

Banjo settled against the gnarled trunk of an old eucalyptus tree, its mottled bark warm against his back. The leaves above rustled gently, blending with the soft, familiar sounds of nature around him. With a charcoal stick in his paw, he leaned back, half supported by the tree, enjoying how the dappled sunlight filtered down through the branches. His upper body slouched slightly, giving him an air of relaxed focus, his heels rested comfortably at a 45-degree angle, swaying gently as he concentrated on the scene before him, his slender tail laying between his legs.

On his lap lay a sketchbook, its pages slightly worn from countless days spent capturing the beauty of the natural world around him. He had found a young feral grey kangaroo nearby, her delicate form dozing in the early afternoon, her peaceful, relaxed pose inspired him to commit her likeness to paper. With each stroke of his charcoal, he captured the intricate details of her initial form, slowly adding the subtle curves, then the intricate details of her fur. Banjo had always felt a sense of peace when he sketched; it was the way time seemed to stand still, and the world faded away, leaving only him and the subject of his admiration.

One of his ears involuntarily flicked, trying to chase away an annoying fly. He wasn't even consciously aware he was doing it, so engrossed in the appearance and grace of the young sleeping kangaroo barely ten paces away.

Meanwhile, Kip, his mate, was off in the distance, leading a lively tour group through the vibrant landscape of their workplace, the wildlife rescue and rehabilitation sanctuary. His cheerful voice carried through the air, filled with energy and enthusiasm as he recounted facts and tales about the native wildlife and the Australian bush. “...and over here, you'll see the majestic emus. Did you know they can run up to 30 miles per hour?” he exclaimed, gesturing animatedly with his small, dexterous paws.

The group laughed, eyes wide with wonder as they followed Kip, soaking up his energy. Moments like this fuelled Kip's enthusiasm; their awe and questions fed his passion for sharing his knowledge and nature's beauty.

Yet, amidst the excitement, his thoughts drifted to his mate, Banjo, wondering what the young swamp wallaby had found to captivate his attention that day.

As Kip continued his tour, he glanced back to the tree where Banjo had settled, a warm smile spreading across his already cheerful muzzle. He admired how Banjo could sit like that for hours, oblivious, immersing himself in his art, capturing the essence of the word with such finesse. It was moments like these that made Kip appreciate the beauty of their contrasting personalities—his vibrant energy balanced Banjo's quietness and depth.

Banjo, lost in his sketching, didn't notice Kip's longing gaze until a large shadow suddenly loomed over him. He gasped, a nervous sound tearing from his throat as his head snapped up, his mouth falling open, heart hammering against his ribs.

“Banjo? Easy...” A friendly male voice finally broke his paralysis of fear. “Easy, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you half to death. I forget how tightly wound you wallabies are! Look, I can see you're busy and...oh... are you drawing Elise? Banjo, that's beautiful!...”

Banjo took a shaky breath, forcing his heart back down as he managed a nervous smile. “Jack... yeah, I was sketching Elise. She's so easygoing; the tourists love her. But you look like you need something. How can I help?”

Jack rubbed the back of his neck, a faint blush creeping up, as he realised he'd half-scared Banjo out of his mind. “Penny called in sick, and other staff are tied up. We're short-staffed, as usual, so I need help with the joeys and the juveniles. I know it's your day off, and all...”

Banjo's ears tilted forward as he took in Jack's words, and he gave a soft nod, already closing his sketchbook and gently brushing stray charcoal dust from his fur. “Of course, Jack. I don't mind helping out.”

Jack's relief was immediate, his posture relaxing. “Thanks, mate. Honestly, I don't know what we'd do without you.”

Banjo ducked his head, a bit flustered by the praise. “Oh, well, it's not that big of a deal...”

A delighted, chittering laugh suddenly echoed across the sanctuary, causing both men to look up as Kip trotted back towards them, waving goodbye to his tour group. “Theretheygo!Offtothegiftshopforoverpricedplushiesandpostcards!” he exclaimed, his words tumbling out in a single breath.

Jack, stared at Kip, then turned to Banjo, who let out a long-suffering sigh before stepping toward Kip. Gently, he placed both paws on Kip's shoulders, holding the quivering Quokka in place.

“Kip?” Banjo said softly, a smile playing on his lips. “Breathe... slow down.”

Kip blinked up at him, took a big breath and let it out in a flustered, sheepish giggle. “Right... got a bit excited there, didn't I?”

Raising an eyebrow, Jack chuckled and Banjo merely sighed and rolled his eyes. Kip looked around, his grin bright and uncontrollable. “Hey, Banjo! Got everything drawn before your subject bolted?”

Banjo's lips tugged into a small, fond smile. “I did. She's still there, napping away.” He gestured towards where Elise dozed under a patch of sun.

Kip's eyes twinkled. “ah, your favourite model. Good ol' Elise.” He leaned in, nose twitching as he looked at Banjo's closed sketchbook. “Mind if I take a peek?”

Banjo hesitated but handed over his sketchbook. He always felt a little shy about sharing his work, even with Kip, who had long ago proven himself Banjo's most dedicated fan.

Kip carefully flipped open the sketchbook and his eyes widened. “Oh, Banjo, she's gorgeous! You even got that little tuft on her ear just right.” He looked up with a gleeful expression. “You've got to let Jack hang this up in the visitors centre!”

Banjo stammered, cheeks burning under his fur. “I—I don't know if it's good enough for that...”

Jack, who had been watching with a fond smile, chuckled. “Kip's right, Banjo. The visitors would love it. You've got a real gift, you know?”

With a quiver and a shy smile, Banjo reached for his sketchbook, gently closing it, grateful that Kip hadn't flipped over the second two pages. There were very much not for public viewing, art sketches. “Maybe someday. For now, though, I think I'd rather keep this one with me.”

“Suit yourself,” Kip said, patting Banjo's chest with a paw. “I'll keep telling everyone that the artist of our time is hiding out here in the bush.”

Banjo shook his head, but there was warmth in his eyes as he glanced at Kip. In moments like these, he found himself grateful for Kip's relentless enthusiasm—it made him feel noticed, even cherished, in a way he'd never quite experienced before.

Jack cleared his throat, drawing Banjo's attention back to the task at hand. “Well, I won't keep you two. I'll handle the emus if you can start with the joeys, Kip, you in?”

Kip straightened up, looking eager. “You bet! Lead the way, Banjo”

As they headed off to the nursery, Kip fell into an awkward step with Banjo, talking a mile a minute. “I swear, Banj, those tourists eat up every word. I told them about that little echidna I helped last week, and their eyes just lit up. I think I've got a fan club now!”

Banjo chuckled, his usual shyness fading a little under Kip's boundless energy. “I believe it. They couldn't ask for a better guide.”

Kip beamed, his paw brushing against Banjo's briefly, a small, unspoken gesture of affection before they reached the nursery doors. And, just for a second, Banjo let himself lean into Kip's presence, grateful to have a partner who was as bright and bold as Kip—a contrast to his own quiet, careful nature.

As the two stepped inside, the nursery filled with the quiet sounds of the orphaned joeys; their small bodies, tiny snuffling noises from joeys still nestled in makeshift pouches, and the occasional gentle thump as one twisted and readjusted itself in the hanging pouch. “Alright, little ones! Tour's over—now it's feeding time, courtesy of Banjo and me.”

The warmth in Banjo's chest grew, his usual restraint slipping as he side-eyed Kip, his mate who filled every corner with laughter. He couldn't hold back any longer.

Banjo, smiling softly, began preparing the milk formula, feeling a warmth bloom in his chest at the sight of Kip, his forever whirlwind, bringing life and laughter to even the quietest of places. He nervously looked around, double, then triple checking they were alone, before he suddenly grabbed Kip by the shoulders and slammed him back against the table, capturing the startled quokka's lips with is own as he deeply and passionately kissed his mate.

Kip's eyes doubled, then trebled in size as he was bent backwards by the larger, stronger swamp wallaby. When Banjo finally broke the kiss, Kip let out a small, dazed chitter before a huge grin spread across his muzzle. He wobbled slightly, clutching at the edge of the table as he let out a delighted, breathless laugh.

“That's one way to quieten you,” Banjo snickered.

“Well, look who's been holding out on me!” Kip teased, giving Banjo a playful nudge as his tail twitched with excitement. “If that's your idea of quietening me, mate, I could get used to this!”

Banjo chuckled, fighting the blush creeping into his cheeks, and turned back to the milk formula, his ears twitching with unspoken amusement.

*

After they'd bottle-fed and toileted the joeys, Kip caught Banjo's gaze, his eyes sparkling with warmth. “C'mon,” he said, taking Banjo's paw in his own. “I know a good spot.”

Curiosity piqued, Banjo followed, his heart fluttering in his chest. He breathed in the air thick with Kip's playful energy, thankful that they were the only two anthropomorphic creatures at the sanctuary. Kip led him to a small, hidden clearing framed by tall eucalyptus trees, dappled in the soft afternoon sunlight. They settled down together, and Kip rested his head on Banjo's chest, gazing up with that bright, unfiltered smile that was so characteristic of him.

“You know,” Kip murmured, his small paw slipping beneath Banjo's uniform shirt to tenderly stroke the fur beneath. “I'm lucky to have you Banj. Nobody else would ever keep up with me.”

“Tolerate you, more like it,” Banjo playfully teased, involuntarily quivering at Kip's gentle touch. His cheeks flushed as he swallowed hard, gasping softly when Kip's paw slipped into his trousers, sensuously rubbing him. “I'm the...lucky one...”

Kip lifted his head, pressing his lips under Banjo's chin, savouring the earthy scent of the swamp wallaby. He intensified his caresses, sending waves of warmth through Banjo's body. As Banjo opened his muzzle to speak, Kip pressed his lips firmly against Banjo's, silencing him in a deep, passionate kiss filled with tenderness. They melted into each other, Banjo surrendering fully to Kip's affection, finding safety and release in the trust and love between them.

Kip's movements were patient, guiding, each squeeze of his small paw against the firming length of Banjo an unspoken question. Banjo responded with his own yearning touches, caressing Kip's cheeks tenderly, drawing them both into a soft, seamless rhythm.

Drawing his thumb along Kip's cheek, Banjo shuddered, as Kip began undoing Banjo's belt. “You make it hard to focus...” he whispered his voice a mixture of shyness and rising desire. Leaning close, he captured Kip's lips in a gentle kiss, feeling his heart race.

Kip melted into him, eyes sparking as they broke the kiss. “You could have just said you wanted to kiss me!” he laughed, the teasing laced with arousal as his small paws unfastened Banjo's belt and trousers.

Banjo chuckled, feeling a rush of warmth and confidence growing within him. He awkwardly lifted his hips off the ground as Kip tugged his trousers off and dropped them carelessly to the side. “Maybe I wanted to surprise you...” Banjo replied, a playful glint in his eyes as he slid a paw down Kip's side, tracing the curve of the quokka's waist.

Kip's eyes widened, excitement and arousal bubbling within him as he shed his uniform, tossing it aside. He moved between Banjo's legs, watching the larger wallaby brace himself with his paws, half-lying and half-sitting up, a look of pleasure creeping into his burning cheeks.

Kip moved closer, gently placing Banjo's thighs against his chest before draping the longer legs over his shoulders. “Well, you got me riled up with that touch...” He whispered, a mischievous grin on his lips as he gently gripped Banjo's furred ankles, then ever so carefully pushed forward, mounting himself inside Banjo.

As Kip pressed his groin against Banjo's, Banjo gasped softly, the warmth of his mate sending shivers through him. With a playful tilt of his head, Kip ever so gently sank, fully hilting Banjo deeply.

“Oh...” Banjo moaned, arching his back off the ground, pressing more firmly against Kip's lower body. The sensation of being mounted by his lover sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through him.

Kip chittered softly, his eyes alight with joy as he began a gentle thrusting, taking in the myriad of emotions etched across Banjo's face. “Let's see how surprised you can be...”

“Oh...oh...” Banjo's body trembled and quivered, lost in the rhythm of their movements. “For a... a Quokka...”

“I know,” Kip grinned, looking down at Banjo's erection flicking and twitching against his belly. “I think I got some red kangaroo in my ancestry... it does explain that, doesn't it?”

Banjo was stricken speechless, as he felt Kip's much larger, S-shaped penis thrusting inside him. It was longer and thicker than any grey kangaroo buck he'd ever encountered, pulsing with an intensity that sent shivers through his body. With each thrust, Kip hit every erogenous zone, igniting waves of pleasure that washed over Banjo like a warm tide.

The sensation of his mate filling him was both overwhelming and exhilarating, each flick sending sparks of ecstasy radiating from his groin to the tips of his ears. Banjo's heart raced, and he couldn't help but arch his back, surrendering to the rhythm of their bodies entwined. He was lost in the moment, the world around them fading away as he focused purely on the intimate nature that Kip was sharing with him.

Kip's enthusiasm extended to his lovemaking, as he gripped Banjo's ankles tighter, pulling himself right back and eagerly slapping his hips forwards, his furred groin meeting Banjo's with a loud slap. Banjo gasped and squirmed, hardly believing how good it felt to be desired so completely, to be bred with such intense, almost feral-like lust. Every thrust was a declaration, a promise of their bond, and with each movement, Banjo felt himself drawn even closer to the quokka he loved.

Banjo moaned softly, lost in a sea of sensation as Kip's thrusts became more fervent, each movement driving them both deeper into pleasure. The gentle pressure began to build within him, a delicious tension that he could no longer contain. He felt the world around him and Kip blur into a soft haze, the sound of rustling leaves and distant wildlife replaced by the rhythm of their bodies moving together.

“Banj...” Kip panted, his voice a mixture of playful mischief and genuine affection. The quokka's eyes sparkled with delight as he watched Banjo's expression shifting constantly. “You're... so beautiful... like this.”

The compliment sent a rush of warmth to Banjo's cheeks, and he felt a surge of confidence. He looked up at Kip, his own gaze filled with love and adoration. “You make me...urgh... feel... incredible,” he gasped between thrusts, each word punctuated by a pant as Kip pounded his hips against Banjo's.

Kip grinned, his enthusiasm radiating through their connection. “Oh, I'm just getting started,” he teased, increasing the angle and pace of his thrusts, each movement even more intensive than the last. Banjo felt himself teetering on the edge, the mounting pleasure becoming almost overwhelming. His body responded instinctively, rising to meet Kip's every thrust, as he surrendered fully to the experience.

“Urgh...oh... please don't...don't stop...” Banjo urged, his voice breathy and desperate, his paws clawing at the soil to either side of him. He wrapped his legs tighter over Kip's shoulders, pulling him closer, craving more of the quokka's warmth and love.

“Never,” Kip promised him, a playful determination shining in his eyes. He leaned forward, capturing Banjo's lips in a heated kiss, the intimacy of their embrace deepening as their bodies moved in perfect harmony.

In that hidden clearing, surrounded by the rustling eucalyptus, everything faded away—the sanctuary, the joeys, and the world beyond. It was just the two of them, entwined in the early twilight, in a moment that Banjo wished could last for eternity, where nothing else mattered but their connection. Their lovemaking. Banjo's heart swelled with joy, and he revelled in the sheer bliss of being bred by Kip, feeling cherished and desired in ways he had never imagined possible.

With each thrust, the tension inside him coiled tighter, and he could feel the familiar rush of an impending climax building within his loins. “Kip... I'm so... so close...” he gasped, his voice barely a whisper as he let himself get lost in the pleasure.

Kip chittered in laughter, his muzzle hanging open as he panted, then did the unthinkable. He felt an irresistible urge to bring Banjo even more pleasure. With a playful wink, he pulled back slightly, their bodies momentarily separating, and then he leaned forward. He brushed his lips along Banjo's shin, savouring the warmth of his mate's fur, before mounting him once more.

“Let me give you something special,” Kip murmured, his voice a sultry whisper. Banjo's breath caught in his throat, anticipation coursing through him as his eyes widened, watching as Kip began licking and kissing down his thigh.

Kip hunched over, as only a Quokka can, positioning his muzzle just above Banjo's trembling penis. Timing himself with each movement, he pressed his hips forward, making Banjo's hips snap up...and straight into Kip's waiting muzzle. With each thrust, he lowered his muzzle, enveloping Banjo's throbbing length with his warm, eager mouth, taking him deep in one smooth motion.

Banjo gasped, the dual sensations overwhelming his senses. “Kip... oh... that feels...”

Kip grinned, the vibrations of Banjo's body sending shivers through his own. He lifted his head slightly, pulling back to catch his breath, then looked at his lover's eyes. “Let go Banj,” Kip encouraged, his voice soft yet firm. “I'm here for you.”

Each time Kip dismounted, he took Banjo's length back into his mouth, teasingly swirling his tongue around the sensitive tip before sinking back down again as he remounted the larger wallaby beneath him.

“Kip, Kip, I'm...” Banjo squealed. “I can't hold on... much longer...”

With a playful glint in his eyes, Kip looked up, the connection between them deepening as he twirled his tongue again and gave a deep, powerful slurp down, burying his dark leathery nose in Banjo's belly fur, his eyes locked on Banjo's face, his grin spreading from ear to ear as he smelt his lover's response.

With a final, deep thrust from Kip, Banjo squealed, then snapped his hips up, surrendering to the waves of ecstasy crashing over him, his body trembling as he found release, calling out Kip's name in sheer bliss.

The intensity of Banjo's climax startled even Kip, as he pressed his paws against Banjo's stomach and pushed his muzzle as far against his mate's belly as he could. Powerful surges rippled through Banjo's enfolded penis, sending thick spurts of ejaculate down the throat of the Quokka whose lips formed a tight seal.

“Mmphh!” Kip gurgled, squeezing his eyes closed, as with one last thrust, he ground his hips against his larger lover, flooding him with his semen in powerful and quick spurts, Banjo's voice breaking to breathless moans of pure marsupial gurgles.

The intensity of the moment enveloped them both, leaving them breathless, bodies entwined under the darkening skies as evening settled in. As they lay together in the afterglow, Banjo trembled, Kip's trembling paws stroking his belly, feeling Banjo's rapidly rising and falling chest.

“You surprised me,” Banjo murmured, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips.

Kip trembled and smiled weakly, standing back up and licking Banjo's right thigh, holding his ankle gently. “I like... keeping you on your toes, Banj, but I'm the lucky one. You mean the world to me.”

Banjo smiled as he tried to swallow in his increasingly dry throat, gazing up at his lover, the joy and affection between them palpable. In that tranquil clearing, they had not only found passion, but a deepening bond that would carry them through any challenge they faced, side by side, as mates.

TBD...