Spazz slowly woke up, his muzzle pressed into the rough, brown fur of Qorr’s chest. He smiled a little goofily first, before letting out a wide yawn, softly squirming his own athletic body against the captain’s, sliding his paw over the naked, bare hip. The wolf’s breathing was still slow and steady, and the brown-scaled lizard found comfort in leaving his head against the strong chest, listening to Qorr’s slow, regular heartbeat. The wolf had a very deep sleep, helped by a small, daily serving of meditation. He managed to sleep for an exact amount of time, then wake up and stand up as if he had never been asleep, fully aware and ready for action. The lizard had started meditating with him a little, but he spent most of the time with an eye open, admiring Qorr’s peaceful posture, his shoulders steadily rising and falling with his breathing. Spazz had come a long way since his messy teenage years, but he was still too much of a chaotic personality to become as placid as the wolf could be.

The last few weeks had been a little crazy on the base. A lot of patrolling and inspecting of the region, a few small fights with local guerilla fighters, nothing too severe. Qorr and Spazz had managed to close every encounter with a minimum of injuries to either side. No dead. Spazz had seen maybe two guys die since he had been in service. He was thankful he had been put in a calmer section, where peace-keeping actually felt like ”keeping the peace” instead of “blowing up houses full of crazy resistance fighters”. Spazz had to scream, point guns, wrestle guys to the ground, none of which he felt too comfortable with. Qorr’s presence helped, as well as the reflexes he had developed during training. But every week that passed, Spazz had some thoughts about where he belonged now. The army had helped him a lot. Qorr had helped tremendously, and he was thankful to both. But now what?

Spazz felt a slight shift, and his eyes caught the movement of the older male’s canine ears flickering softly. Qorr was awake. “Morning,” the lizard whispered, softly pressing his nude, athletic body against the officer. He arched his back softly, having retained a few physical habits from his twinkish youth. “Morning, private,” Qorr replied in a sexy rumble, aware that being reminded that the wolf was of higher ranking excited the lizard. The two males softly kissed, before Spazz relaxed in the narrow bunkbed, feeling the captain’s strong paw slowly caressing his chest and ripped abs.

Qorr was born for the army, it seemed. It ran through his veins. He was calm, composed, smart and patient. He was a very good marksman and a good team leader, and felt more at home in the barracks, surrounded by his men, or in a trench, than in a beautiful country home. Shopping centers and AC’d office building were not for him. Planning and doing operations, training others, caring after them, that’s what he was good at.

He had met Spazz early in his enrolment. The lizard was a bratty, girly, whiny little prick, but he had a few things going for him: he was aware of his flaws; he wanted to become someone better; and he had a killer body and loved worshipping dick. Qorr took him under his arm, mostly for the first two reasons, even if the third was pretty nice too. The wolf wasn’t an overly sexual guy. He could go for a week or two without blowing a load without thinking too much about it. There were a few guys in the regiment he could get a little naughty with, exchanging a handjob or blowjob when they could, but he usually introduced them to each other, and let them work their hormones off, only chipping in once in a while. Qorr started having sex on a much more regular basis when Spazz arrived.

The brown wolf pretty much saw the lizard go through a metamorphosis. He was already assfucking the young, effeminate reptile in the first weeks, and as time went on, he watched Spazz shed his last red scales, grow taller, put up some muscle, run in the mud without complaining and assemble rifles. And until he became the man he now was, Qorr stayed by his side, guiding and helping him, as well as fucking both his mouth and ass, fulfilling the lizard’s still-lingering need for big dicks. Spazz had other lovers on the base, the wolf knew so: but he also knew no one was as important as him to the brown salamander.

Spazz pushed his lover to his back, straddling his lap, reaching down to caress the thigh, still-dormant lupine cock between the brown-furred thighs. Qorr growled and settled himself flat on his back, caressing the soldier’s smooth, strong thighs as his shaft slowly hardened under Spazz’s soft strokes, the reptile’s own morning wood bobbing before his crotch. He stretched himself back a little, showing his toned body off to the wolf as he pawed at his growing erection, waiting for his lover to be fully hard before sitting down on his turgid wolfcock, his very experienced rim stretching easily around the familiar cock as the athletic lizard shimmied down the length, taking it balls deep in his rump, ending with his palms flat on Qorr’s chest, letting a soft moan as he started riding the thick cock, squeezing it nicely with his tailpipe, feeling the wolf’s reassuring paws on his body as they started making love in the creaky, narrow bunkbed.

It didn’t take them long, Spazz’s expert rump draining a very copious orgasm from the moaning wolf, who returned the favor, jacking the reptile off until Spazz sprayed his own load across the wolf’s chest. The two panted softly in their afterglow, realizing how natural all of this seemed now. Spazz smiled, gently stroking the captain’s cheek. “Thanks,” he hissed, the brown-furred mammal grinning, “Hey, it’s normal I’d return the favor.”

Spazz shook his head softly, “No, for everything you’ve done for me.”

The two kissed softly.

More of Qorr and Adult Spazz. I need to get them a non-adult pic, in gear or something.

Qorr and Spazz -> stripes
Art by supa supa artist rrowdybeast kawaii desu ne.