(Taking place after the episode: 'Little Zoo Coupe.’ Definition of 'Cloaca': A common chamber and outlet into which the intestinal, urinary, and genital tracts open.)
It had been a long siku after the loss of a race to the lemurs yesterday evening. Now freshening up their new tricked out car Rico sat at the wheel, a yellow dirtied rag gripped in his flipper to the dash board. He grumbled briefly out of regretful spite, pondering how he could have done better the other night.
The karakana was poorly lit, scratched up grey concrete walls and what seemed to be starlight beaming ever so lightly down from the minimal sized holes high up on the wall. It casted a soft but dim glow onto where the car was parked, the rest of the room darkened with shadows.
Hopping out of the car he leaned half his body over the hood, dropping the rag lazily over the wheel and huffy gruffly. Maybe if he'd stayed focused zaidi they would've won, beat the lemurs down with their smug faces. He knew he was the best driver the team had, the entire zoo had, so why hadn't he proven it again like he always did? He drove every sekunde of siku and night he could, it was his personal addiction and he wasn't ashamed of it.
Someday he'll prove to be the best again, and the sooner the better.
Meanwhile he'd been so Lost in thought he never heard the door to the HQ open, he'd been too distracted smoothing his flippers idly over the stuck on flames of the hood. But when the sudden icy cold touch of another pressed to his back he flinched straight up, "Gah!" He yelped, curled flippers now in front of his torso defensively.
The moyo pounding moment was quickly at a halt when he heard a command, "At ease solider." A stern tone answered from the shadowed downcast of the small karakana windows.
He eased his posture as ordered, drawing in a sharp breath he hadn't known he was holding. He knew the voice standing before him in the darkness, tracing his dim baby blue eyes over the shining outlines of the shorter stood frame.
Skipper stepped gingerly into the light, his gaze soft and passionate with his flippers tucked neatly behind his back. "Everyone else is asleep wewe know," he whispered, seducing intentions laced within his tone.
Rico shivered lightly, a tingling sensation traveling through his spine every time he heard the low balled murmurs of his leader. He loved the way he looked professional but relaxed, stern but passionate, and especially when he was collected yet daring.
Nodding slowly Rico rubbed a few small circles into the right stretch of his wing, letting it fall back into place submissively when Skipper took another slinking step forward, closing the gap between them.
"Heh, heheh." Rico squirmed under his watchful eye, noticing how his commander took no shame in openly scanning him up and down every time he felt the urge to.
"No need to be nervous, Rico." Skipper breathed, sliding one flipper tip gracefully over Rico's feathered torso, gliding it up to his beak. Skipper smoothed over the end, pulling downwards to face his lover eye to eye. "You're in good hands..."
Gulping hard Rico reached up for his touch, but was denied with a mwepesi, teleka movement as Skipper moved both his flippers to Rico's chest, shoving him against the car door with a harsh and rough kiss.
Grasp flying to Skipper's sides Rico suckled his beak, swirling his tongue over the slick surface idly. Feeling over his body he trailed down, wrapping tightly around his waist with slight squeezes in time with his suckling.
Needing to catch a breath Skipper pulled out with a pop! A string of saliva still connecting their awali acts. He was done pussy footing around, taking matters into his own hands Skipper pushed Rico harder against the cold sleek plastic of the car, hiking him up to his hips and over the side edge where they tumbled into the front row seats, intertwined together in sloppy kisses and searching touches.
Skipper grew his intentions zaidi intimate, gliding his right flipper lower and lower until he heard Rico gasp abruptly. He watched with adoring eyes as he squirmed under him, stretching his head left to right in distress, accompanied kwa helpless whines and whimpers.
Finding his cloaca Skipper fondled around it, the tingling touch lingering across the exposed skin. Finding Rico biting down on one of his wings pleased him, and Skipper expressed it kwa humming in satisfaction, yet missing the haunting moans he desired to hear.
"Let me hear wewe solider," was what Rico heard before his flipper was plucked from his beak and into another, feeling the hot insides of Skipper's mouth accompanied kwa his adoring tongue, suckling, swirling and flicking over the edges.
It was almost too much, Rico could feel slick building between his legs only to be spread further around kwa Skipper's intimate touches, rubbing circles over his quivering hole.
Without warning Skipper slapped up against him, pushing and sliding their cloacas roughly together. He groaned into the sensation, gingerly grinding his beak down into the flesh of Rico's trapped wing.
Small gasps turned into heavy panting and sooner then he'd known Rico heard himself releasing a few drawn out moans, drenched in pleasure there was no excuse for such exotic noises emerging from deep within his hoarse throat. "Ernn, ah, ahhh~"
"Attaboy, Rico~" Skipper soothed, tongue removing his wet appendage to kiss his companion repeatedly in a sloppy love-sick pace.
Slowly smoothing over Rico's exposed skin, Skipper wedged a flipper between their bodies, tracing the ring shaped edge of a plush cloaca before diving his wing tip into the warmth of Rico's awaiting hole.
Pushing in a little further every time he pulled out in rhythm with their passionate yet messy upendo making. Rico continued releasing muffled moans and scratchy groans, digging his grip in the back of Skipper's sleek shoulder blades.
After yet another round through the night, morning had dawned on them. Peaking through the holes revealing their entangled bodies, Skipper brushed a flipper over Rico's feathered mohawk idly. Waiting until he had awoke before setting off to his morning duty's like most nights they did this. it hadn't become routine, it hadn't become stale, they were in love, and nights like this were zaidi then just another hot spent night, much more.
Rico hummed with a flutter of his baby blue eyes, face stuffed into the nape of his leaders neck gently. The car seats were still warm and his head might have been disordered at the moment, but nothing had stopped his smile when he heard a heartwarming whisper into his ear that said;
"Rise and shine, Rico." He paused thoughtfully, "...And good morning." He finished with a soft kiss atop his dozing head, leaning into his lazy early morning touch contently.
[Word count: 1,165.]
It had been a long siku after the loss of a race to the lemurs yesterday evening. Now freshening up their new tricked out car Rico sat at the wheel, a yellow dirtied rag gripped in his flipper to the dash board. He grumbled briefly out of regretful spite, pondering how he could have done better the other night.
The karakana was poorly lit, scratched up grey concrete walls and what seemed to be starlight beaming ever so lightly down from the minimal sized holes high up on the wall. It casted a soft but dim glow onto where the car was parked, the rest of the room darkened with shadows.
Hopping out of the car he leaned half his body over the hood, dropping the rag lazily over the wheel and huffy gruffly. Maybe if he'd stayed focused zaidi they would've won, beat the lemurs down with their smug faces. He knew he was the best driver the team had, the entire zoo had, so why hadn't he proven it again like he always did? He drove every sekunde of siku and night he could, it was his personal addiction and he wasn't ashamed of it.
Someday he'll prove to be the best again, and the sooner the better.
Meanwhile he'd been so Lost in thought he never heard the door to the HQ open, he'd been too distracted smoothing his flippers idly over the stuck on flames of the hood. But when the sudden icy cold touch of another pressed to his back he flinched straight up, "Gah!" He yelped, curled flippers now in front of his torso defensively.
The moyo pounding moment was quickly at a halt when he heard a command, "At ease solider." A stern tone answered from the shadowed downcast of the small karakana windows.
He eased his posture as ordered, drawing in a sharp breath he hadn't known he was holding. He knew the voice standing before him in the darkness, tracing his dim baby blue eyes over the shining outlines of the shorter stood frame.
Skipper stepped gingerly into the light, his gaze soft and passionate with his flippers tucked neatly behind his back. "Everyone else is asleep wewe know," he whispered, seducing intentions laced within his tone.
Rico shivered lightly, a tingling sensation traveling through his spine every time he heard the low balled murmurs of his leader. He loved the way he looked professional but relaxed, stern but passionate, and especially when he was collected yet daring.
Nodding slowly Rico rubbed a few small circles into the right stretch of his wing, letting it fall back into place submissively when Skipper took another slinking step forward, closing the gap between them.
"Heh, heheh." Rico squirmed under his watchful eye, noticing how his commander took no shame in openly scanning him up and down every time he felt the urge to.
"No need to be nervous, Rico." Skipper breathed, sliding one flipper tip gracefully over Rico's feathered torso, gliding it up to his beak. Skipper smoothed over the end, pulling downwards to face his lover eye to eye. "You're in good hands..."
Gulping hard Rico reached up for his touch, but was denied with a mwepesi, teleka movement as Skipper moved both his flippers to Rico's chest, shoving him against the car door with a harsh and rough kiss.
Grasp flying to Skipper's sides Rico suckled his beak, swirling his tongue over the slick surface idly. Feeling over his body he trailed down, wrapping tightly around his waist with slight squeezes in time with his suckling.
Needing to catch a breath Skipper pulled out with a pop! A string of saliva still connecting their awali acts. He was done pussy footing around, taking matters into his own hands Skipper pushed Rico harder against the cold sleek plastic of the car, hiking him up to his hips and over the side edge where they tumbled into the front row seats, intertwined together in sloppy kisses and searching touches.
Skipper grew his intentions zaidi intimate, gliding his right flipper lower and lower until he heard Rico gasp abruptly. He watched with adoring eyes as he squirmed under him, stretching his head left to right in distress, accompanied kwa helpless whines and whimpers.
Finding his cloaca Skipper fondled around it, the tingling touch lingering across the exposed skin. Finding Rico biting down on one of his wings pleased him, and Skipper expressed it kwa humming in satisfaction, yet missing the haunting moans he desired to hear.
"Let me hear wewe solider," was what Rico heard before his flipper was plucked from his beak and into another, feeling the hot insides of Skipper's mouth accompanied kwa his adoring tongue, suckling, swirling and flicking over the edges.
It was almost too much, Rico could feel slick building between his legs only to be spread further around kwa Skipper's intimate touches, rubbing circles over his quivering hole.
Without warning Skipper slapped up against him, pushing and sliding their cloacas roughly together. He groaned into the sensation, gingerly grinding his beak down into the flesh of Rico's trapped wing.
Small gasps turned into heavy panting and sooner then he'd known Rico heard himself releasing a few drawn out moans, drenched in pleasure there was no excuse for such exotic noises emerging from deep within his hoarse throat. "Ernn, ah, ahhh~"
"Attaboy, Rico~" Skipper soothed, tongue removing his wet appendage to kiss his companion repeatedly in a sloppy love-sick pace.
Slowly smoothing over Rico's exposed skin, Skipper wedged a flipper between their bodies, tracing the ring shaped edge of a plush cloaca before diving his wing tip into the warmth of Rico's awaiting hole.
Pushing in a little further every time he pulled out in rhythm with their passionate yet messy upendo making. Rico continued releasing muffled moans and scratchy groans, digging his grip in the back of Skipper's sleek shoulder blades.
After yet another round through the night, morning had dawned on them. Peaking through the holes revealing their entangled bodies, Skipper brushed a flipper over Rico's feathered mohawk idly. Waiting until he had awoke before setting off to his morning duty's like most nights they did this. it hadn't become routine, it hadn't become stale, they were in love, and nights like this were zaidi then just another hot spent night, much more.
Rico hummed with a flutter of his baby blue eyes, face stuffed into the nape of his leaders neck gently. The car seats were still warm and his head might have been disordered at the moment, but nothing had stopped his smile when he heard a heartwarming whisper into his ear that said;
"Rise and shine, Rico." He paused thoughtfully, "...And good morning." He finished with a soft kiss atop his dozing head, leaning into his lazy early morning touch contently.
[Word count: 1,165.]
