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The Fucking of Pinstripe Potoroo	By : PolterGlitch Category: +A through F > Crash Bandicoot Views: 987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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They broke into the lab by scaling up the walls of the castle and climbing through the window, in the dead of night there was nobody about to stop them, not that anyone would be in a position to anyway since they were well armed. Who would fuck with two vexed up, sexed up animals equipped with a flamethrower and tommy gun? N Tropy would be sorry he ever did...
The multiple shelves were lined up with beakers filled with exotic looking liquids, Dingodile took his flamethrower to them while Pinstripe opened fire on the locks of the animal cages. Dingodile watched the flames dance as they crept up the walls via the drapes, then his eyes drifted over to his lover, studying every inch of his perfect body. His hard-on pressed against his clothes. Nothing turned him on more than seeing him back to his bad ass self, firing his machine gun with that crazed laugh of his. He wanted to rip off his noir outfit and rag his tight little ass over one of the lab tables.
“Damn, you look hot,” he grinned at him.
Pinstripe looked at him with a cheeky smile – he knew it. Dingodile slipped his hand in his jeans and adjusted his cock as he turned away. He had to contain his desires for now – there were still parts of the lab that were untainted. He went through every test tube until he got to the last two: a pink fluid in a beaker with bubbles shaped like hearts floating to the top – what was this weird concoction? Dingodile hesitated before torching it. He took one of the beakers in his hand and sniffed it. The scent of lavender, spice and something unidentifiable filled his nostrils and he felt his cock twitch and the fur on the back of his neck stand up. And that was just the smell... what would it feel like if he drank it? Surely not everything created in that evil lab was bad? He couldn't bring himself to destroy it so instead pocketed the two vials, something inside him told him that they may come in handy later.
“I'm taking this for that blue bastard,” Pinstripe smirked as he waved a beaker full of black fluid with an ominous skull and cross bones on the label. It seemed he had the same idea. “Let's bounce!”
With a few more squirts of fire and several more spraying bullets, the lab was completely trashed. Next stop, N Tropy's place – a creepy clock tower with thorned vines snaking up the walls. Pinstripe had been there a few times before and found it freaked him out; way too many clocks. N Tropy had an unhealthy obsession with time, as well as with him.
Nevertheless, he had to face his demons. He shot the locks off, hoping the noise wouldn't wake him but he knew his bedroom was on the top floor. At 3am that should be where he was, tucked up in bed deep in sleep.
He led the way, Dingodile trailed behind, clutching his flamethrower and sharing the same horrified, 'WTF' look that Pinstripe had the first time he had come within these walls.... Clocks everywhere! They crept up the winding staircase to the bedroom where Pinstripe nudged open the door with the tip of his gun. As they had hoped, N Tropy was sound asleep, disarmed with his hat and armour hanging on the bed post and the dreaded oversized tuning fork propped up in the corner.
Pinstripe swapped his fedora with N Tropy's hat and turned to Dingodile, striking a pose.
“Yeah, dead sexy,” Dingodile giggled.
“I bet you'se would find me sexy if I was wearin' a bin liner,” Pinstripe smirked.
N Tropy stirred in his sleep on hearing their voices so Pinstripe leapt into action by leaping onto the bed to straddle his chest then jammed the barrel of his gun forcefully under his chin.
“My time now,” he sneered, mimicking his English accent.
N Tropy's eyelids flickered open to see the furious potoroo above him, seething with rage, wearing his hat and reaching into his back pocket to pull out a test beaker.
“'Ave summa this,” he snarled.
He threw the bottle hard over his shoulder into his face. Pinstripe wished he could frame the stunned look in his eyes the moment before it shattered into a puff of grey smoke, disorientating him although when he tore the covers off he revealed an old skinny body clad only in boxers: easily overpowered without his metallic armour and with Dingodile to help. He eagerly climbed onto the foot of the bed and pinned him down by his thighs.
“I'm going to fucking kill you!” Pinstripe screamed, digging his gun into him. “All those sick things you did to me and how you'se humiliated me! And by the way, I ain't no lab rat!”
Dingodile felt a shiver down his spine as his cock twitched. Nothing turned him on more than seeing Pinstripe riled up and angry with a beautiful, reignited fire in his belly. His cock was still hard and now that he thought about it, it had not deflated since he had smelled that mysterious pink potion in the lab. Dirty thoughts ran through the back of his mind (dirtier than normal) and he wondered, was it the substance influencing him? Whatever it was, he felt compelled to obey his instincts...
Pinstripe put his finger on the trigger but Dingodile reached forward and lifted the barrel of the gun up away from N Tropy's quivering jaw.
“Just hang on a second mate,” he said, a depraved grin slithering across his face. “This is too easy for him. How's about we give him a taste of his own medicine?”
He dug in his pocket and pulled out the beaker, popped the top off with his thumb and poured the luscious smelling fluid into Pinstripe's mouth.
It did not take long for the effects to kick in. Pinstripe's eyes widened as he felt his cock stiffen. Both N Tropy and Dingodile noticed the obvious bulge appearing in his tight fitting trousers. He couldn't deny that he was already feeling a little aroused, even before the beaker, at displaying his dominance over his tormentor and being between two guys who both really wanted him. It would be fitting to dish out some payback the same way he had abused him. He turned his head to look at Dingodile with the same twisted grin on his face.
“Good thinkin'.”
He moved forward so that he was poised on N Tropy's chin. He held his gun in the crook of his arm, positioning it to be pointed at his head as he unzipped his fly and unleashed his rock hard cock. N Tropy put his hands up in surrender and smiled sweetly now the smoke had cleared, “Hey good to see you again Pinstripe. I'm sorry if I was a bit rough with you yesterday. You know sometimes I get carried away, its only because I like you so much. There's no need for guns. Come on handsome, think of all the good times we've had.”
Dingodile felt his blood boil and he sank his claws into N Tropy's skin in a rage. How dare he try and sweet talk his way out of what he had done! 'A bit rough'? That was the understatement of the century! Thankfully, Pinstripe wasn't falling for it.
“Suck on this!” he yelled slapping his cock onto his face. “Any teeth and I'll blow yer brains out.”
“Of course, I'll gladly suck your dick,” N Tropy faked a smile and softly squeezed his thighs in a feeble attempt to show him affection.
He tried to act calm and collected but Pinstripe could feel the fear projecting off him; there was no disguising it. Staring down the barrel of a tommy gun would be enough to terrify even the likes of him, especially since he was unarmed and vulnerable.
Pinstripe scowled at him and leaned forward, holding onto the headboard so he was stretched out over his head. He didn't want to see his face but the sensation of his lips and tongue around his member was welcome. The inside of his mouth was thankfully warmer than his cold skin. He began thrusting his hips violently to get in deeper, using his arms to propel his movements. He wanted to violate him in the same way that he had him, then do things that were much, much worse.
Meanwhile, Dingodile took out the remaining beaker, downed it then savagely tore N Tropy's boxers from him with his teeth, making a sickening ripping sound. He needed somewhere to bury his thick cock, which was now aching to the point of being painful. On looking down, he discovered he had dug into his skin so deeply that little pools of blood were forming around his fingertips. N Tropy was in no position to argue but the juddering of his legs told him that it hurt.
Since lube was not something that was ever in N Tropy's sexual itinerary, Dingodile did not provide him with any when he pushed his raging cock inside him. N Tropy jolted and let out a muffled high pitched shriek into Pinstripe's crotch. It hurt Dingodile almost as much – his ass was incredibly tight; more than what he deemed pleasant. It was obvious to him that he hadn't had much experience of being the receiver, which made sense as Pinstripe was always more than eager to take it. It made it all the better reason for pounding him. It would hurt and making him suffer was their primary goal. He deserved it after what he had put his love through, and consequently him. Pinstripe had been a nightmare the last few days and Dingodile had never really wanted the hassle or unwanted complications. But in the long run, he knew their relationship was worth it.
He began thrusting his hips mercilessly. He made zero effort to lift himself up so his entire body weight was crushing him and with his huge tail laying flat over his legs, there was definitely no escaping or even the slightest chance of manoeuvring to dodge the pain or find a position more comfortable. He was in for some serious internal bruising.
Up at the top end, Pinstripe was doing the same; thrusting violently. He wanted to make N Tropy choke and hopefully sick too but to his annoyance, he seemed to be taking his cock effortlessly as he relaxed the muscles in his throat and twirled his tongue around his shaft. It seemed his gag reflex was non existent. And what was making it worse, was that Pinstripe reluctantly found himself enjoying his talents. Involuntarily, he found himself adjusting his movements to be in time with him. He was fully aware of what he was doing but he just couldn't stop himself! His balls ached and he desperately needed a release. It was a strange limbo of rage and feeling ferociously horny.
It infuriated him to the point where his entire body started to shake. There was no way he could like it! He couldn't allow himself to cum until N Tropy had been completely degraded and violated! However, his body had other ideas.
One of his sexual drawbacks was that he tended to be a quick finisher and it seemed the chemicals he had just downed were exasperating this. His jaw tightened, he scrunched his eyes shut as he tried with all his might to hold it in but to no avail. The contents of his balls had a will of their own and were eager to escape. His fingers and toes curled as he abruptly pulled out of N Tropy's mouth and grabbed the base of his cock but nothing could stop the eruption:
With a low, guttural groan from the depths of his soul, he came, shooting creamy white fluids angrily and forcefully all over N Tropy's face, who's lips curled into a smug smile.
“See Pinstripe? I know how to give you a good time,” he sniggered.
Their eyes met and Pinstripe saw red.
“Fuck you!” he screamed, smacking the butt of his gun hard into N Tropy's forehead.
How dare he have the nerve to act superior, when it was he who had broken into his place and had him held at gun point! N Tropy groaned in pain and put his hands up to nurse the bleeding gash on his head.
He had cum but his cock was not letting up – he was still as solid as a rock and looking for more. It was as if he were possessed with some primal instinct inside him sending him crawling across the bed to his big, rugged lover; sweat dripping from his brow onto N Tropy's naked body.
Dingodile's grin spread ear to ear. Nothing pleased him more than seeing Pinstripe in the full throws of lust and that he wanted him even though N Tropy was the one who had made him cum.
However, he couldn't deny that he was a little taken aback by the look on his face; his eyes were like saucers and he was noticeably grinding his teeth. He wondered if because his body mass was slightly smaller that the beaker had hit him harder. He remembered the empty bottle he had found next to him a couple of hours earlier when he had gone to his airship. He suspected he was more than a little drunk too. But either way, the sight of him with his fur matted with sweat and all his inhibitions gone, sent shivers down his spine and his nether regions tingle with a fulfilling warmth.
He was still busy ragging N Tropy's ravaged asshole but he kept his eyes locked onto Pinstripe's as the feral potoroo climbed up his sweaty body and planted a slow, crude kiss on his lips. Dingodile could hardly contain himself. He wanted to run his hands up and down his body to savour it but he was still gripping onto N Tropy's hips and maintaining his hard thrusts.
N Tropy was visibly uncomfortable between dabbing his head injury and Dingodile violently penetrating him. He was sore. Dingodile was a big guy and could put a lot of power behind his movements, even more so since he was under the influence. N Tropy tried fruitlessly not to show it but the grimace on his face and the look in his eyes spoke a thousand words. They were the epitome of terror. His eyes drifted over to his weapon, propped up on the other side of the room out of reach. If he was going to make a break for it, now would be the time - Pinstripe had lowered his gun and was distracted by shoving his tongue down Dingodile's throat.
He tried to wriggle free from Dingodile's cock, only for him to anchor his claws in further.
“Ouch!” he yelped.
“You ain't gettin' away,” Pinstripe broke away and sneered at him as he lifted his gun back up.
“Come on now, you've had your fun,” N Tropy tried to hide his wincing.
“I ain't even started yet,” Pinstripe growled.
At that moment, out of nowhere, his bowels growled too. He doubled over and clutched his belly as a sharp pain ripped through him. He needed to get to a toilet, fast. Damn, whatever was in the beaker had given him an upset stomach as well as an incredible high. Whereas normally it would have been an inconvenience to urgently need to poop in the middle of a session, something in his inebriated mind disagreed. It was perfect timing! He remembered how N Tropy had choked him then forced him to eat his own vomit, what better way to get revenge? Would he have come up with the idea had he not been under the influence? Probably not but in this moment, it seemed like a great idea and was making his cock tingle with excitement. Giggling like a lunatic, he dropped his trousers and boxers to his knees and crawled back to the other side of the bed to lower his ass cheeks over N Tropy's face.
“Oh you want me to kiss your ass? Of course, anything you want,” N Tropy rolled his eyes and reluctantly flicked out his tongue to lick his puckered asshole. Anything to get his ordeal over with.
Dingodile watched his lover's expression as he was now facing him as he continued fucking N Tropy as hard as he possibly could. He had no idea what was going through Pinstripe's mind but the wicked expression in his eyes told him it was something twisted. Then he saw him scrunch his face up and squint as he strained...
“No way!” Dingodile laughed feeling his loins heat up. He should have been disgusted but for him drunk, high, depraved Pinstripe was a major turn on.
He saw the damage moments before the pungent smell of bad guts wafted up his nostrils. Pinstripe grinned and unloaded a flurry of runny brown sludge onto N Tropy's unsuspecting face. He didn't even have chance to close his mouth.
Pinstripe cackled maniacally, with absolutely no fucks given as N Tropy squealed and spluttered in protest. He reached up and grabbed his hips to throw him off but Pinstripe reminded him who was in charge by jabbing the end of his tommy gun into his chest.
“Now, now, don't be like that,” Pinstripe taunted him then poorly tried to mimic his English accent. “I should make you eat it.”
“No,” N Tropy struggled to speak with his mouth full and his voice beginning to wobble as he frantically tried to wipe his face.
He held his tongue not to unleash a tirade of insults, telling Pinstripe that he really was a dirty, slutty, disgusting verminous animal and nobody was fooled by his expensive suits and fancy hair. He gulped, knowing that he had no real choice. His only consolation was that it was diarrhoea so he didn't have to chew it but the eggy smell was rancid enough to make him gag.
Dingodile couldn't deny he was strangely envious of the position N Tropy was in. He'd watched Pinstripe pee himself before and gotten excited but watching him sadistically laughing as he voided his bowels was igniting a sick lust inside him that he didn't even know he had. His grunts grew louder as he thrust N Tropy – he was going to cum soon. N Tropy's entire body juddered with his savage movements, rubbing his nose further into Pinstripe's soiled ass crack.
“Make sure you clean all of it,” he ordered. “If I find skid-marks in my pants, you die.”
“Of course,” N Tropy said begrudgingly.
His tongue circled his ass, licking up the remainders of poop that stubbornly clung to his fur. The bitter taste was abominable but at least the smell was fading. Pinstripe giggled at the pleasant sensation of his wet tongue cleaning him up.
Dingodile's senses went into overdrive as he panted and came. His orgasm was huge and lasted a long time; N Tropy's battered and bruised back passage was overflowing with his cum, Dingodile could feel it dribbling back out even when he was still going. At long last, he pulled out and unhooked his claws, leaving streams of blood over his legs, as Pinstripe also got off him and turned around to face him, relishing how fresh and clean his hole felt whilst N Tropy still had crumbs of poop in his beard.
To add insult to injury, Pinstripe took off his hat (which he'd kept on the entire time) and with a wet suckling sound, he cleared his throat and spat in it. N Tropy cringed as he put it back on his bald head with a depraved, crooked grin on his face.
“Touch me again and I will rip yer fuckin' head off. I'm wiv him now so you'se just leave me alone,” Pinstripe hissed at him.
He tilted his head back towards Dingodile, who crawled up the bed, slid his arms around him and rested his head on his shoulder with a massive smile on his face, proud to call him his partner.
“And if I ever find out you've gone near him, I'll roast ya too,” he added.
N Tropy put his hands up in defence and slowly sat upright. Pinstripe's eyes never left his as his intense stare bore into his very soul whilst the tip of his tommy gun always stayed firmly against his skin where his heart was.
“Well Don Pinstrippelli,” he said with a nervous smile, emphasising that he was using his real name and not one of the many derogatory nicknames he had given him (although internally he was screaming 'dirty, stinking sewer rat'). “Good show. You have earned my respect. I suppose my time is up but I hope you will both be very happy together. You deserve each other.”
His last words were tinged with sarcasm but they paid it no heed. Words were all he had left after they had violated and broken him. He breathed a sigh of relief when they left, giggling to themselves like schoolgirls, and got out of bed and straight to the bathroom where he washed his mouth out vigorously whilst fantasising about ways to brutally murder them.

Pinstripe and Dingodile left the clock tower, hand in hand feeling infinitely pleased with themselves. It was almost morning, the first rays of the sun were creeping over the horizon. They stopped off at the beach to watch the sunrise and enjoy the romantic setting.
They were starting to come down and feel normal again but neither had any regrets about what they had done. Pinstripe was finally rid of N Tropy once and for all and he had enjoyed every second of the events that had made it happen.
“He won't be bothering you again mate, I'm sure of it,” Dingodile put his arm around his shoulder and squeezed him.
“Not if he's got any sense,” laughed Pinstripe.
“I didn't think you could turn me on anymore but I love it when you're mad and dirty. Watching you made me cum so hard,” Dingodile whispered seductively in his fluffy ear.
“You got any left for me?” he smiled mischievously as he ran his hand down his body.
“Oh yeah. Always.”
They kissed passionately with nothing but love and adoration as they peeled off each other's clothes. They proceeded to ferociously fuck as the sun rose into the day, and they didn't care who was watching.
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