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Brandon shied away from the all-male crowd dying to touch his naked body. Stripping for money and fame was a delight, but as of the last few weeks, he had been in a tryst with one of the bouncers. Relationships between the staff at Nature Calls weren't forbidden but Brandon and Brodie pretended as though it were, and it spruced up the sex accordingly.

The muscular skunk Brandon went from the backstage dressing room to one of the employee lounges which he found vacant. The room smelled of musk and sweat, but so did he, and so he did not realize that the stink of recent sex was prevalent.

He looked up at the clock on the wall. It read 9:59 PM. He grinned. Brodie was an ex-military man and always showed up right on time. True to expectations, the door opened behind Brandon at 10 PM on the spot. He did not turn around. Burly paws crept around his dense, muscular breast.

"Hey, baby," Brodie growled. "Damn, you're warm. You smell good."

Brandon pressed back against Brodie. The dense fluff on his body felt warm and comforting on Brandon's tired muscles. "It's called sweating, but it's kinda hard to do it when you just stand around out front all day," he teased.

Brodie snickered and pressed his crotch firmly into the Brandon's rear. He nuzzled the feathery bulk of his tail and in turn swished his own. "I beg to differ. I do real work. You just shake that perfect ass."

"All right, all right," Brandon laughed, shoving said ass back with authority. "Get out of that jockstrap and fuck me, you big puppy."

Brodie nudged Brandon away and the skunk turned to watch him disrobe. It was a short show, since the beastly Arcanine shed only his tight jock, keeping on his security shirt.

"I can see your Pokeballs now," Brandon deadpanned, taking a longing look at the Pokemon's fat scrotum. Like his belly and other soft places, his balls were dressed in cream-colored, fluffy fur.

"Har-har," Brodie dryly said. "Bend over, babe."

"Bossing me around just because you're wearing a security getup, eh?" said Brandon with nearly a titter. He spun on his heel and touched his toes, flagging up his great, thick tail.

"You're goddamn right," Brodie lasciviously snarled, kneeling behind his musk-scented lover. He pried apart the toned cheeks of Brandon's rump and spied the pink ring between them. "Pucker up, baby," he sniggered, just before packing his snout deep into the skunk's ass crack. He sniffed, then slurped the pucker, to which Brandon gasped and moaned.

Pushing back against Brodie's face, Brandon shuddered, "Ooh, Christ. Eat me out, hot stuff."

Brodie was already on the job. He dragged his huge canine tongue up through the skunk's crack but doted predominantly on his anus. Under his slobbery licks, the fleshy ring winked and soon glistened with a coating of drool. He unhanded the cheeks and let them rest on his snout then used his free paws to grasp the skunk's genitals. One paw stroked that swelling cock, and the other squeezed his black balls.

Huffing and groaning with an enormous grin on his face, Brandon sighed, "You keep licking my asshole like that and I'm gonna blow my load right into your fingers. But maybe that's what you're going for?"

The Arcanine considered it but ultimately pulled back and nipped one of Brandon's cheeks. "Nah. I definitely wanna fuck this little asshole," he snickered, "especially after wasting all this drool on it."

"I wouldn't call it wasted," said Brandon slyly, sauntering away to the restroom. That was where the condom and lube dispensers were hidden and the skunk meant only to acquire some of both, but Brodie followed him inside with a dirty rumble and slammed the door at their backs.

"Christ, in the bathroom?" Brandon incredulously asked, shooting a lopsided grin at Brodie. "You're an animal, baby!"

Wearing a smirk to match the skunk's, Brodie worked the condom dispenser twice without looking at it and passed one of the packets off to Brandon. "Good a place as any to make your toes curl," said the Pokemon, a deep growl underscoring his words. "Get that fuckin' rubber on."

Brandon ruefully shook his head as he opened up his condom. Together with Brodie, they dressed their fat, cut cocks in latex; Brandon's was canary yellow, and Brodie's cyan. "Loud things," Brandon murmured.

"They are," Brodie agreed with a laugh. He pulled Brandon near and pecked his lips with the skunk's musk still heavy on his breath. Their full cocks met and awkwardly rubbed together. The Pokemon gripped them in one paw. "Still, company policy."

"I'd buy that excuse," Brandon said, nuzzling Brodie's snout, "except we wear 'em even when we're off the clock."

The Arcanine hushed Brandon with a firm kiss. He forced his slobbery tongue into the skunk's mouth and lapped across his palate and teeth, but there was no pattern to his licking, just the antics of an excited dog's tongue. Adding to his doggy cuteness was the manner in which his tail wagged. On the lewd side of things, he bucked into the skunk's stout cock, grinding their latex-wrapped flesh together.

Both studs started to fill the reservoirs of their condoms with thick, musky precum. Growling and kissing the skunk ever more lewdly, he unhanded their penises and wrapped his arms around the skunk. Brandon embraced him just the same, and they hotly mashed their cocks and balls together. Very soon the Arcanine gripped Brandon's ass cheeks. The skunk crooned and smacked Brodie's own ass in response.

As if it were a contest at that point, Brodie squeezed dimples into Brandon's cheeks before prying them apart. His wet pucker clenched against the rush of cool air on its surface and the skunk quickly broke off the kiss. Viscous slobber almost exclusively from the Arcanine's maw hung in strands between their jowls.

"Uhn, for fuck's sake," Brandon puffed. "Plow me. I need it."

"You're goddamn right, you do," Brodie smartly affirmed, letting go of Brandon's cheeks. When he was given a taste of power, Brodie's past in the army could make him quite dominant indeed.

Brandon ate up the dominance whenever it reared its head. He all but gushed, "Yes sir." With unnecessary promptness, he braced his paws on the sturdy sink and held his magnificent tail high. "Don't go easy on me, sarge."

"I was a ranger, you damn civvy," sneered Brodie, smearing the contents of a lube packet all over his protected cock. When his meat gleamed and dripped excess lubricant, he reached for Brandon's ass cheeks and pulled them wide apart, baring his asshole again. Speaking not a word but grumbling in his possessive way, he pressed the bulging reservoir of his rubber against Brandon's anus and deformed the latex as he penetrated the skunk. Brandon hissed through clenched teeth and pursed lips, drawing in deep breaths to relax his tense inner muscles.

"Mmm, shit," Brandon sighed. His tail flicked across Brodie's snout but the Arcanine ignored it, instead grinding in to the very bottom within just a few short moments. "Sheesh, you're really not messing around today," Brandon awkwardly laughed, looking at Brodie in the mirror.

With his hips flush to Brandon's ass and his nuts bumping the skunk's, Brodie squeezed about his lover's middle and lay his chin on his shoulder. "You asked for it," he dangerously growled, punctuating his statement with a sharp jerk back and an even rougher thrust inside. Brandon groaned for him. His spine arched away from the Arcanine yet the Pokemon pulled him right back and went so far as to lock his jaws around the skunk's neck.

"Ooh, god!" Brandon grunted, a strained grin suddenly plastering itself to his snout. "Ream me, baby, do me like a bitch!"

An inelegant grunt shook its way out of Brodie. He started to smash his hips against the skunk's perfect ass over and over again, making his balls swing into Brandon's like clackers every time. The studs filled their rubbers up with overwhelming amounts of pre. The bulge in Brodie's condom deformed inside of Brandon, but not without filling out against his sensitive rectal walls like a water balloon

Brandon was as ready to dominate as any stud at Nature Calls, but so did he love a stiff dick up his ass. Brodie was pressing all the right buttons, leaving Brandon to wince and whine. He squeezed the sink until his knuckles turned white. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit!" Brandon gasped. "I'm not gonna be able to sit down for a week but that--, it feels so fucking good!" he yowled.

Brodie chuckled devilishly about Brandon's neck. His tail was wagging again and his nuts were pulling up taut. The flesh of his scrotum pulled snug around his testicles proper, making a very thick, enticing coin purse out of his balls. Brandon was sweaty and musky; Brodie, being a fire-affinity Pokemon, was not hot enough to sweat. Though musk nevertheless rolled off of the Arcanine's body, nothing could overpower the heady scent of the skunk.

Abruptly, Brodie shot his wad and bit down even harder. His cum rocketed into the condom, bloating it to a huge degree. The balloon it formed filled out the skunk's rectal passage and put pressure on his most intimate flesh, prostate included, and that was all that Brandon needed. Letting out a deep groan which undoubtedly alerted the other studs cooling off in the lounge, he joined Brodie in climax and shot his own rubber full of spunk. Its reservoir soon dangled precariously but friction on his shaft kept it from slipping off.

"Oh," Brandon puffed, "my fucking god. I've never had a hands-free before."

Rumbling in a display of lewd affection, Brodie pulled his teeth off of Brandon's neck, purposefully scraping the flesh. "First time for everything"

"Heh," chuckled Brandon. "You wanna come with me tonight, babe? Dinner and a lapride?"

Brodie kissed where he had gnawed Brandon's neck. "I'd love to."