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The Adventures of Dingo Dan By TriplexXxWerewolf (http://www.triplexxxwerewolf.sofurry.com)

*NOTE: Lupo (the wolf) sounds like Dane Cook* *RULE 34 NOTE: Kraig (the fox) looks like the white fox from 'The Fantastic Mr. Fox, and sounds like the penguin 'Private' from the TV show 'Penguins of Madagascar*

Hi, everyone, my name is Dan Dinago, otherwise known as "Dingo Dan" to some, 'cause i'm a dingo, and my name is Dan, hence the catchy nickname. I'm gonna tell y'all the story of my past adventures that i've had the pleasure of being on.

Before we begin, i should describe my appearance to you, should i not?

As of this writing, i am (unfortunately) at the age of fourty-seven, my muzzle fuzz is just startin' to turn grey, but i like to think i look rugged that way. My fur is tan, your normal dingo color, but due to inter-species mating, i have a few hyena markings on my lower body, i.e. from my crotch down. My current height is around six foot eight, and i've an obsession with anything to do with Australia, mostly their accents, and the way the men look...

Anyways, i never had an Aussie accent, until i learned of a surgery to modify your voice to that of anyone you desire. My choice? Paul Hogan from the "Crocodile Dundee" movies. That guy i was obsessing over more than anything. I loved how he looked in the movie, so i tried to look like him. And i think i look better than him now, i have the clothes, but then i watched a few "Indiana Jones" flicks, and instantly i bought a whip and a 'perfect clone' of I.J.'s hat, and looked at myself in the ol' mirror, adjusting the brim to texas-spec. Oh, i looked hotter than the both of them combined, given the muscles i had.

But i was the one thing neither of those two were...

I'm gay. A homo, yet nobody's picked on me, or bullied me, 'cause i'd whip'em right in the crack of their pants, and i never got bothered by'em again.

If that didn't work, i'd just show'em my replica of Dundee's knife. Fuckin' giant, it is.

Now i've let that not so embarassing cat out of the bag, i should tell you about how i found my mate, Kraig Naikomak. He's a white fox, some would say albino, but he doesn't have the eyes of one. He's a tad shorter than me, at five-eight, with a nice, bushey tail to wrap me in when we're sleepin' together. I swear, sometimes he's so cute i just wanna eat him up.

I met him at his dad's house in... () () () |><|><|><| /\ /\ /\ "Daddy, i want a playmate." the young white fox told his dad, a dark gray wolf that went by the nickname 'Lupo' because of his species. His wife, a gorgeous white vixen, had passed on a while back, so it was just the two of them, father and son.

"Why would you want someone else to play with when you've got your old man?" he asked, a smile on his face.

"Wh- hmm... But please, daddy? I promise to share him with you, honestly." the kit begged. Actually, he would not even be considered a kit; he was twelve years old, living the good life. The house he and his dad lived in was a two-story mansion with a pool in the backyard.

"Besides, you have lotsa friends that you get to hang out with a few nights a week, i'm stuck here all alone, by myself. Nothing to do but watch the telly, or play chess with myself. It's no fun to play chess with no-one else!"

Lupo's look turned serious. Kraig backed away a step.

"Have i been neglecting your needs in favor of satisfying my own selfish desires?" the wolf's look turned to one of concern.

"Very well. I shall get you your very own playmate. You don't even have to share him, you can keep him all to yourself." he said after a moment of thought.

Kraig was very happy that his dad agreed to it; he jumped onto his dad, who was leaning back in his 'special chair', and kissed him all over. Lupo openly invited his son into a deep, loving kiss that only those in a father-son incestual relationship could share. They leaned so far back that the chair fell backwards, bringing them with it.

The two shared a laugh as Lupo said, "I'll start searching first thing in the morning, i will."

"I love you, daddy."

"I love you too, son. Off to bed with you, then."

"Aren't you coming with me?"

"In a while, Kraig."

The white fox jogged upstairs to the big bedroom he shared with Lupo, with thoughts of who his new plaything- Er, playmate, would be. It could be anyone, he thought, as long as they were older than him, by a little, or as old as his dad. Then again, maybe not that old. He was still a preteen, so he would want someone between eighteen and twenty-something.

'I just can't wait to see who i'm gonna get.' Kraig thought as he lay in the bed he and his dad made love in countless times every night for almost a year since he had turned twelve. ___ ]~[ ]_[ Dan Dinago just happened to be at the legal age of twenty-two, when he posted his ass (well, a picture of it with him looking back at the lens) on Craighslist.com, and got it pounded many a night wherever, whenever, his only requirement, he posted, was that the person meeting him had to be an authority figure of some sort, as he got turned on by it; his own personal kink, as indicated by a 'medium blue' bandana he always had on him, as well as an orange bandana; both were worn around his neck, with the knots on the right side to show he was the bottom-bitch.

He roamed the highways a lot, never in a place for too long, always a night or two at a truckstop or a motel, getting his butt banged by strangers for hours until they were spent, then returning the favor for the rest of the night, then said his goodbyes after he got paid, showered, and left for the next place to get his next fill. His only ride was an old sixty-eight Harley Sportster, the money he made off his one-night stands paying for gas for it and food for him, if his bike needed repairs he'd go to the nearest 'Fix'r-Upper' shop as he called them, and had the mechanic work his magic, as he worked his own magic on the mechanic and the shop's owner when the bike was done, calling it his way-of-pay with a twenty-dollar cherry on top for all the hard work the mechanic had done.

The dingo was friends with every guy he met, because of the service he offered to them, calling it 'stress relief' or something similar. When they were done, Dan was given the money before they parted ways. But not today. Today was gonna be different. Dan was starting to grow tired of it a bit early, as much as he enjoyed being a 'Roaming Cum-Sponge' as someone called him during a day of all-out sex in a truckstop bathroom. The story behind that one, was that he befriended the truckers there, and offered himself to them for fourty bucks each. He was against the wall with his back to them, and let them have thier way with him, having the canine truckers shove thier knots in him for an extra tenpiece. From plain sex to the more extreme stuff, he did it all. Scat, watersports, gunge and whatnot, he helped them fufill all thier twisted fantasies.

Except snuff. Why, he thought, would anyone take part in that?

Today he was just riding around when his back tyre suddenly blew out on him, most likely because of the burnout he did earlier for those masochist truckers that wanted to 'feel the burn of hot rubber on thier flesh'. Dan thought it was strange, but he obliged. Now he was regretting it, as his bike started fishtailing, creating rooster-tails of sparks. He feathered his front brake, effectively slowing him down somewhat, before he hit an unseen patch of rough asphalt that had been worn down from heavy traffic, and the tyre got a stronger hold here, catapulting the defenseless dingo through the air as the bike hit a pothole as he applied the brake.

Dan screamed as he flew off his bike as it flipped over, 'fuck, i'm gonna die!' going through his head many times over, as he closed his eyes and waited for his body to make out with the pavement, for a quick death to come...

_ CRACK!! SCREEECH!! _

Dan landed on someone's car, instead of the highway that he expected to hit. The car came to a screeching halt as the dingo slammed through the single-ply windshield helmet-first, sprawling out on the leather seat upside-down, his head landing on the floormat as he stayed there, unconcious for a while.

The person driving the car was none other than Kraig's dad, Lupo, on his search for a playmate for his little foxie. He had glass all over him, a few cuts here and there, nothing major, except for the airbag that activated a minute too late.

Lupo groaned as his vision cleared up, looking at the dingo that was laying upside down on the passenger seat of his maroon ninety-eight Camaro SS.

'Damn, knew i should've gotten the windshield laminated.... Ouch...' he thought as he recovered from the accident. Opening his door, he got out and walked around the front, noting any damages other than the busted windshield on his way to the passenger's side. He opened the door and instantly remembered his previous training as a medic, to never move the injured person for fear of making any neck injuries worse. But this was an exception: the victim was upside-down, his body weight resting on his head.

Lupo gently brought the stranger out of his car and laid him on the ground. He was breathing, that was a good sign, but wait a minute, he was wearing a small, sturdy neck brace already! Odd, Lupo thought, but it made the situation turn out for the better, as the dingo coughed a few times after the wolf removed his helmet.

"Ugh, where- Where am i? Am i dead yet?" Dan croaked out, his voice shaking heavily.

"No, not yet. You came crashing through my windshield, but right now, you're safe." Lupo said in a soft voice.

"Ohh." Dan groaned. "Thank God i wore my neck brace, then."

"Yes, you are very, very lucky you did so."

"How bad do i look?" the dingo asked, coughing again as he tried to sit up.

Lupo put his hand on the dingo and stopped him. "You shouldn't get up yet, you may have broken your back when you landed in my car. Otherwise, you look fine."

"i'm al- *cough* I'm also wearin' a back brace, too."

"Are you?"

Dan nodded as he got up to a sitting position, laying his head on the wolf's broad chest.

"No need for an ambulance, mate, i'm startin' to feel better already. In fact..."

Dan got off the wolf and stood, only to have his right leg crumble on him. He screamed as the intense pain shot through him like a bullet. Lupo quickly caught him as he fell.

The wolf knew he shouldn't but his better instints told him to bring the injured dingo back to his place and nurse him back to health. But then, if his son saw him bring this guy in, he would automatically think he was his new playmate. What to do?

"Look, man, you're hurt, you busted your leg. I- I have no other choice but to bring you back to my place and fix you up, and good." Lupo told the dingo as he picked off the glass shards still on him.

"You'd do that? For me?" Dan asked.

"Yeah, right now, my soft spot's telling me this is the right thing to do."

"Y-You ain't mad at me for bustin' your windshield?"

"Right now, your safety's the only thing that matters to me. Here we go, now. Feel free to jam your fangs into my arm, 'cause it's gonna hurt when i move your leg to get you back in my car... Right side up, this time."

Dan weakly laughed before the wolf ever so gently moved his leg to be straight as possible as he picked him up.

"AH, SHIT, MY LEG!" he screamed.

"Bite me! Bite me hard! Hard as you can, without bustin' my arm!" the wolf encouraged. Dan obliged and sunk his teeth in to the gums in his rescuer's arm muscles. The wolf grunted loudly as he bore the pain while he carried the dingo into his car, gently laying him on the seat, blood pouring out of his arm and staining his shirt.

After he got Dan in the best possible position, he took his six-battery Mag-Lite, dumped the batteries out of it, then removed the head. Then, while the dingo was still latched on to the wolf's arm like a pitbull, he tore his shirt off and ripped it into strips, as he created a makeshift splint with the flashlight to hold the dingo's leg in place, tying it all together.

"Okay, you're doing great, you're doing very good. Stay with me, here."

Dan felt the pain in his leg subside a bit.

"Okay... Done. You can let go now."

As soon as Dan took his fangs out of the wolf's arm, the wolf took another strip off his shirt, and wrapped it over the bite marks with enough pressure to stop the bleeding on the trip back home.

The dingo laid his head back on the headrest with a heavy sigh as he spat the wolf's blood from his mouth before the wolf softly closed the door, walked around, and got in.

"You okay there?" Lupo asked.

"Got any forty-proof?"

"Sorry, bud, no booze."

Dan whined.

"Don't worry. Once we get to my place, i'll fix you up like i said, i promise. You can stay as long as you need until you feel you're healed enough to leave."

}-{

As Lupo slowly turned the car around, glass crunching under the tyres, he took another look at the hurt dingo.

"So, you got a name?"

"Dan Dinago, a.k.a. 'Dingo Dan'."

"Cool. You can call me Lupo."

"Like the disease?"

Lupo chuckled as he drove back to his place. "You're funny, i think my son's gonna take a liking to you."

"You got a kid?"

Lupo pulled his wallet by it's chain to show him the picture.

"Such a nice looker for a good-lookin' dad like you."

That was the conversation for the trip back to Lupo's pad. Dan felt his pain diminish as he chatted with his new friend that he literally ran into.

~ ~ ~ ~______

As the wolf approached the driveway, Kraig was at the window, anxiously waiting for his dad to arrive.

"He's got someone with him, oh, goody!" the fox said to himself.

"Alright, mister Dinago, here we are."

He shut off the engine and got out, going to the other side of the car to open the door.

Kraig was instructed to stay inside the house until he got back. The fox had full run of the house, as long as he didn't break anything. Not that he had to worry, the fox was well-behaved.

"Okay, Dan, again, bite my arm, i'm gonna bring you out of the car and carry you into the house."

Dan cursed as he bit down on the wolf's muscular arm in the same exact place as the first one as the wolf carried him to the house.

Lupo pushed the doorbell, and instantly, the door opened, revealing a small twelve-year old white fox on the other side.

"Daddy, he's biting you!" Kraig exclaimed, pointing at the dingo.

"I know, son, i know. He broke his leg, so i'm gonna take him to the med-room and fix it."

"Is he my playmate?"

"I apologise, Kraig, but now's not the time."

"Aww..." Kraig said as Lupo carried the helpless dingo to the medical wing of the mansion.

{+}

A few hours later, Dan was in a guest room on the first floor of the house, sound asleep, snoring.

"So, he's not the playmate i asked you for?" Kraig asked.

"Have i failed you, as a father, Kraig?"

"You promised me you would find somebody for me to play with while you're gone."

Lupo sat in his chair. "Come, sit on daddy's lap."

Kraig did as was told, and hugged him, wrapping his tail around them as Lupo gave his fox the story as to why he brought the dingo here.

"Can he be my.. Friend, then? When he's all better?"

"When the time comes, yes."

"C- Could we yiff until he's better?"

"You wanna bump and grind all night again?" Lupo asked.

"Yes, daddy."

"All right, since you asked." the wolf said, carrying the fox upstairs to their bedroom to have another round of all-night sex.

But once they got to the door, they heard someone snoring lightly on the other side. Opening the door, they were greeted by Dan Dinago, sleeping in their bed, big enough for three.

Father and son both looked at each other and smiled before loking back at the sleeping dingo. Putting his kit down, they walked over to the bed.

"Somebody's been sleeping in our bed, and he's still in it!" Lupo softly said.

"Does this mean we can't yiff?" Kraig asked.

"We still can, i just gotta bring this guy back downstairs."

<==O3

"Are you ready, son?"

"Ready, and willing, daddy."

"Alright, here we go."

Lupo slowly slid his pre-slicked member into his son's lubed-up tailhole to the still-soft knot. He had never tied with Kraig, so that he was still 'intact' and tight for anyone the fox chose to be his lover to tie with.

"My goodness, you're still as tight as the first time i took you. How do you manage to do that?" Lupo asked as he pulled out a few inches of his cock.

"Umm... i took one of your.. things, and put it in me, and flexed my bum-hole until i made it stronger."

"So thats what happened to my flashlight, you little thief." Kraig's dad said, slowly starting a rhythm of thrusting.

"Um, it wasn't your flashlight.. it was one of your... Well, "Things that you put in your bum", like we're doing right now."

"My butt-toys?"

"Are you mad?"

"No, not at all. Had you simply asked, i would have said yes, anyways. I am glad you found another way to entertain yourself while i'm away."

"Go faster, daddy. Punish me."

Lupo obliged, and started thrusting into his son a bit harder and faster, his balls slapping against his lovers' smaller pair.

"Are you ready for me, son?"

"Yes, yes, come in me, daddy, i want to feel your liquid fire shooting into my rectum!"

"All right, here we GO!"

Lupo shoved his wolfcock in, save for the knot, and stuffed his muzzle into the pillows as he howled into them, spilling his seed into Kraig, who shot his own load between himself and the bed below him as he cried out in pleasure.

"Oh, that was exquisite, daddy!" kraig squealed.

"Yes, it was... Y'know, i think that was my only round, you okay with that?"

"Have you no more already?"

Lupo chuckled. "Yeah, i guess that's it for tonight, little bud. We can still sleep while i'm still inside you."

"Okay, then."

Kraig quickly closed his eyes and nodded off as his dad pushed himself against him, pushing all of his cock before the knot into him, and fell asleep also.

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Dan woke up around six in the morning, feeling better than ever. Lupo was right, he fixed him up really good. He tried moving his leg, but he was tied down somehow to prevent him from moving it. Instead, he sat up, and found a white fox sitting with his legs crossed at the foot of the bed, watching his every move. He jumped a bit as he looked at him.

"Hi there, little fella." Dan said.

"Greetings to you too." Kraig replied. "You hungry?"

"As a matter of fact, yeah, i kinda am."

"Okay, wait here, i'll be back with something really yummy."

The little fox hopped off the bed and ran out of the room for a while, coming back with his hunky wolf dad in tow.

"Morning, Daniel." Lupo greeted the dingo.

"Same to you, Lupo."

"I see you've met my son and lover, Kraig."

Dan paused for a moment. "Wait, you two are..."

"My wife, his mother, left us not too long ago."

"Ohh. Sorry to hear that, but, why didn't you, y'know, re-marry?"

"It wouldn't be the same."

Dan nodded. "So you guys bone each other now, no offence."

"None taken, and to be honest, we love it. We're a lot closer to each other now."

"Well, i've done worse."

"What do you mean? Did you yiff with your daddy, too?" Kraig asked.

"No, he gave me the boot after he found my Craighslist advert online. If you have a laptop, i can show you. Unfortunately i lost mine in the accident, if your dad told you already."

Lupo left the room to grab his laptop, which had at least a terabyte of father-son incest porn on it, and returned to the room.

After booting it up, he placed it on Dan's lap for him to use. Dan then went to the 'males seeking males' section of the site, found his own posting, and turned the laptop so that they could see it.

"That's a pretty high-res photo. Good pose, with you looking back. Your dad should've been jealous." Kraig said as Lupo looked through the ad.

"You're into authority figures. Good pick, mister Dinago." he said as he read his requirements out loud for the three to hear.

"Looking to play with a: Cop, cowboy, trucker, biker, soldiers from the army. Sorry, no black or latino people. Anyone who fits these catagories can e-mail me. Current price: fourty dollars, fifty if you're a canine wanting to tie at the end."

Kraig was amazed at the long list. Lupo, however, wanted to know a bit more about thier guest as he saw the bottom line in bold: WILLING TO DO ANYTHING!

"So, you're a... male prostitute?"

"I would rather go by 'Roaming cum-sponge' than that. But, yeah, any and everything."

"Do you have a home to go to after you leave here?" Kraig asked.

"Like i said, booted out, homeless."

"Would you like to live here, with us, then?"

"I don't wanna come off as a freeloader to you guys, 'cause i might end up gettin' lazy, not do anything, stuff like that."

"Huh. So, no family or friends to speak of?" Lupo asked the dingo.

"Totally disowned, they burned my certifs and all that. Basically, no records, dead. But i've made friends with my, uh, 'clients', meeting at truckstops, biker bars, and the like. Other than that, you're the first ones who'd wanna take me in. May i ask why?"

"My son's been wanting a playmate to hang out with when i go out on some nights. Just between us guys, whenever my son and i yiff, i don't tie with him, 'cause i don't want to hurt him, or stretch him. That's why i go out at night, so i can tie with somebody else, and get my moment of pleasure."

"Ohh. Good tactic, not tying with your kid."

"So, would you be willing to be my playmate?" Kraig asked Dan.

"Depends. Can i, uh, 'yiff' with you?" Dan replied. Kraig looked at his dad.

"He's all yours, son. you can do anything you want with him."

"Can he tie with me, daddy?"

Lupo had a surprised look on his face. "Umm, not yet, son. Let's let him heal up first, we'll see then. I don't want you to rush into this thing, now."

"Your dad's right. I'm not in too good a shape for yiffing right now. Perhaps later, like he said. I don't want to do anything to wreck our new friendship."

"Okay, then. Oh, yeah, you were hungry, that's why i brought my daddy in here."

Dan widened his eyes, quickly figuring out what the fox was going to have his dad do to him. "I'm sorry, little joey. Right now i'm an invalid, i won't be needing any of that."

"It's okay, son. Dan can't play with us yet because of his leg, remember? I'll go get us some breakfast. You drink coffee?"

"Do you have a wheelchair?"

"All right, let's go have breakfast, then."

Kraig brought out the wheelchair from the closet and unfolded it, locking it to the bed for stability. Lupo undid the restraints on the bed, and helped the dingo onto the wheelchair. Dan sighed, reveling in his mobility.

They went to the kitchen to have thier breakfast as Dan told them about what he did for a living, what he did for his clients, and about his more extreme experiences.

After breakfast, Kraig gave the dingo a tour of the house, the last stop being the master bedroom. He showed him all the toys Lupo had, as well as the lubes and such.

"Wow, your dad's got quite an impressive toy collection. I'm getting horny just looking at all this stuff." Dan said.

"There you guys are. What are you showing him, Kraig?" Lupo asked.

"I'm just showing him your toys."

"Eh, heh. Boner alert orange, here." Dan said. "I'm not gonna touch it, i'm gonna save it for the initiation three-way.

Lupo raised a brow. "Abstainence until your leg's better? Interesting. i think we'll do the same."

"Okay." Kraig and Dan said.

"You know, you two make such a good couple, i think you guys would mesh like a couple of gears."

"Aw, thanks, Loop. You're a cool guy."

"No prob, Dan. Hey, wanna see my other ride?"

"Other than your Camaro?"

"Well, it's not a car. Follow me."

>+<

"Woah, you ride?" Dan exclaimed in surprise as he eye-raped the wolf's bike, a Honda valkyrie Rune, black as night, tribal flames pinstriped on it, with a sidecar painted just the same.

"Used to, until it cried bloody murder and died on us. Kept it parked here ever since."

"Y'know, i'm an ace at motorcycle repairs, my Harley's been a good boy until yesterday." Dan said as they went into the living room.

"Kind of an ironic accident, though. There were these two guys at a truckstop i was at, and after they were done with me, they asked me to do a burnout, with them right behind me, so they got hit by the hot rubber my bike was spitting out."

"Masochist truckers?" Lupo said, intrigued.

"Yeah. Then, i was just ridin' down the highway when my tyre went out with a bang, like a metal baseball bat hittin' concrete, and my front hit a patch of rough-pave, and whoomp! Right into a pothole.

"About a minute later, i'm on the ground with my guardian angel, making sure i'm all right. Fast foward to now, here i am with the coolest couple ever."

"That's a good tale." Lupo said.

"Yeah, too bad about my bike, though."

"Well, here's an offer: If you can fix that bike of mine, you can keep it."

"For real?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. I'll get right to it once i'm all better."