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"So, Mags, what do you think of my home?"

Magnus Streifengrauer pressed his nose to the fifth-floor window, staring out at the broad campus below, and to the labyrinth of streets and buildings in the city beyond. In the past twenty-two years, the fox-lynx hybrid had heard countless tales about the city of Evrona, capital city of the Republic of Oronsk. Now, he finally had a reason to venture and see the city for himself. And he certainly was not disappointed.

He glanced over his shoulder. His friend Dimitri, a young goat with variegated grey-and-white fur, sat cross-legged in a desk chair, watching the tufted-eared flynx from behind.

"It... It's incredible. I've never seen anything like it."

The flynx cleared the window of mist, before pressing his muzzle back to the pane. Spread out immediately below was the campus of the University of Evrona, a respected seat of learning for hundreds of years. Like many of the city's vital municipal and commercial buildings, the university rose above the mere animals wandering beyond its gates, a timeless repository of power and knowledge. A short way to the side, partly obscured by leafless winter trees, stood the brand-new Institute of Geological Sciences, a stark layered inverted pyramid forged from raw concrete. It was built following the discovery of a vast field of oil and natural gas, which began a half-day's journey north of Evrona but which extended tens of miles, if not hundreds of miles, far into the frozen north of Oronsk. It opened its doors barely two years ago, to train Oronsk's first home-grown generation of engineers and earth scientists. Dimitri was among the first cohorts to enrol at this institution, the first school of heavy engineering and an immense source of pride in this wintry and still largely rural nation. It was a testament to the ingenuity of the flynxes (and countless other species) who had crafted this city into their home - and continued to re-form it.

Beyond the campus stretched the skyline of Evrona, a low saw tooth across the horizon, broken here and there by a spire or high dome. The buildings here were unlike any which Magnus had ever seen: grand and spacious, constructed from brick or concrete and often plaster-coated, many of them reached five storeys, ten storeys, or even higher. Magnus knew nothing of this style of architecture, its history or influences or famous proprietors, but nor did he need to. Their stark stonemasonry and perfect block symmetry conveyed a single impression: power. Here was the nation of flynxes and their great capital, striding across the frozen north with mastery and majesty, like a wolf in the tundra. Therefore even a forest-dweller like Magnus, familiar only with timber halls and roundhouses, was left in no doubt as to the city's status. There were no farms here, and certainly no reindeer ranches. As for the mountains and lush undulating forest of the Oronsk which Magnus called home, they were reduced to a thin green sliver far off on the horizon.

Magnus twitched a single ear tuft, picking up the rustle of paper. He peered over his shoulder to see the goat huddled over his desk, immersed in a thick-looking textbook. Prying himself from his vantage point, Magnus crossed the room on silent footpaws, and seconds later he had his muzzle poised over Dimitri's right shoulder. The goat continued reading, oblivious. Magnus cleared his throat. Dimitri glanced sideways, then jumped in his chair with a bleat of surprise. To his right, the flynx flashed his teeth.

"Did you forget I was here?"

The goat stuttered. "I... I... I thought you were over there. You know, admiring the view."

"I still am, handsome buck."

Dimitri laughed nervously, turning his gaze back to the textbook.

"You shouldn't be studying now, Dimitri. It's the weekend."

Dimitri shook his head and kept trying to read. Eventually however he sighed, tapping his hoof and splaying it across the open page. "Yes you're right Mags. It is rude of me, especially when I have a guest." He laid the heavy hardback on his desk, open on the page he'd reached, and faced Magnus once more. Silence. He shuffled in his seat, clearly trying and failing to stop his thoughts drifting back to the book. How cute.

"Dimitri. You're still thinking about that book."

The goat perked up in defence, planting his hoof on the book. "What? No, no I'm... I'm talking with you now."

But Magnus smiled and shook his head. "Come on, let's give you something else to think about."

Magnus reached over and slid the book from under Dimitri's hoof. He folded the dust cover into the open page, and closed the book. Then, he rested his forepaw to the goat's chin, teasing the scraggly fur underneath.

"So... tell me about this chin fluff you're growing," he asked with a curious head-tilt.

"Yeah, I figured it was about time I grew a goatee. You know, being a goat and all."

Magnus grinned. "It's remarkable. You almost have enough hair here for an entire paintbrush. Still it is cute, I will give you that."

The goat smiled and even laughed a little. What a lovely young billy Dimitri was, always treating such comments like snow off a goat's back. Now however, Magnus had a grip on the goat. First blood to the predator. He ran his agile paw in little circles underneath the goat's muzzle, bringing it to the side to tease his ears and horns. Dimitri enjoyed that, if his soft breathy bleats were any indication. However, the goat's gaze was still anything but focused. He was glancing in every direction, except up at Magnus.

"Dimitri. I'm up here."

The little goat huffed and slowly gazed upwards, smiling weakly at his friend. "Yes I know. Trying to focus, but... yes, I can't stop thinking about that assignment next week..."

But the fox-lynx hushed him with a claw. "From now on, I don't want to hear any more about your classwork. Your books can wait. Hung and horny goats can not."

Dimitri raised his brow at that comment, but Magnus gave him no chance to reply. He crouched to the goat's eye level, now bringing both of his forepaws into play, stroking the sides of Dimitri's muzzle. The goat relented and closed his eyes, surrendering to the touch of the flynx's paws. They were nimble, limber, as befit a resourceful animal and survivalist such as Magnus. One paw teased his neck fur, scratching in a small circle, before descending further and brushing the tuft of white chest fur visible through the goat's open-topped shirt. Here Magnus worked his claws deeper, scoring them lightly over the herbivore's fur and neck. The little huff which this drew from the goat was never going to escape the notice of the tufted-eared fox-lynx. And neither was the sizeable bulge forming by the herbivore's right thigh. The flynx grinned wide, breathing a gentle growl.

"Another nervous erection, hm, goaty? Just like that night when we romped in the forest?"

Dimitri did not need to glance down to acknowledge his newly-sprung arousal. He could feel it well enough, straining in his black denim trousers and making him squirm.

"Ah yes, I remember just how endowed little Dimitri is. It must be hard for you to conceal something that size. There must be some big rugged goat bucks in your home village. How on earth did you keep them from noticing?"

Magnus brought his paw to the goat's crotch, grabbing and groping at the goat's erection.

"Or maybe you didn't?"

Then, with a firm pull, he lifted Dimitri off the chair and onto his hooves. With five sharp claws hooked around his nethers, the goat had no choice but to rise up, and his eyes widened even further when Magnus stepped right up to him, muzzle to muzzle. The fox-lynx pressed him backwards, with a sly little predatory grin, crossing the short distance between Dimitri's desk and his dorm bed. The goat's dewclaws knocked against the bed frame.

"Magnus, please. My room-mates are next door."

"We had best make this quick, then."

Dimitri paused for a moment, deciding how best to ward off the predator, but in those few seconds of hesitation Magnus sprang like a cat and grabbed the goat's sides, lifting and dumping him on the bed then leaping straight on top with a proud and unmistakeably feline mrowl. Magnus knelt over the billy and slowly lowered his hips, twitching his tail and murring under his breath, his long black hair tumbling over his shoulders. Now, Dimitri had a rather excited flynx kneeling over him, rubbing on his crotch and grinding their tough denim together. Magnus licked his lips, admiring his quarry below. He leant down with paws to either side but then froze, feeling his paws sink into the plush sheets. The bed springs yielded to his touch, and he tested them, first to the right, then to his left, indulging his feline curiosity, all the while looming over the slender goat, growling and aroused.

"This is rather cushy, isn't it?"

But Dimitri's attention was again turned elsewhere. "Mmf, Mags. Can... can we, at least.... block the door, or something, maybe?"

Magnus smiled and brushed back his hair, flicking it over his shoulders. "Don't worry Dimitri, nobody is going to come through that door. Your friends know that we're together."

And before Dimitri could question that statement, paws fell on his chest, clipping his breath short. Gentle and tactile, they brushed over his slender body, before centring on his shirt buttons. Down those paws moved, snapping each button open in turn. The goat's body was warm, almost aglow even in this unheated apartment, and the instant Dimitri's shirt was peeled back, Magnus could scent his ripe caprine musk. The flynx gave a deep feline purr and slipped his paws underneath the goat's shirt. He ran them all along the goat's wiry body, claws gliding through the monochrome fur. With nothing to guard against those marauding flynx paws, Dimitri yielded to the predator, rising off the bed with a soft and pleasured moan. This drove Dimitri's arousal up into Magnus's crotch, a fact which the flynx took full advantage of by glancing tender clawscrapes down the billy's sides and drawing up the goat's hips to grind with his own sheath. Magnus tightened his knees around the goat, feeling himself pressing against the goat's big erection. His own maleness strained under the constriction, a patch of slickness forming in his underwear. He braced one paw on the goat's chest, fluffing through his fur, while the other paw descended to their crotches. He traced the outline of Dimitri's erection, up and down, lovely and slow, feeling the goat shiver underneath him. Then, he grasped his own maleness, rubbing it a few times, before taking hold of the clasp of his trousers. It was always a challenge to free himself when his jeans were this tight, but soon they unfastened with a loud snap. Magnus twitched his whiskers and grinned, sliding down his hard-wearing jeans and underwear and revealing himself to the goat. The first plump few inches stood to attention above his sheath, complemented with a pair of full and fluffy flynx balls. Dimitri watched a single bead of precum trickle down that hybrid length, and he gave his lip the slightest of licks. He brought in one hoof to unfasten himself, but Magnus growled and pulled the goat's hoof away, before taking on the task himself. Thus Dimitri had no choice but to lie back while Magnus dug in his claws, unwrapping this tasty morsel of goat. He hitched the trousers and underwear away, unleashing the long uncut goat flesh within. Freed from all confines, it slowly rose under the flynx's watchful eyes, inch after inch of meat, precum pooling where the foreskin was yet to glide back. Thus their twin erections strained between their bodies, aching for release. While the goat himself bit his bottom lip and stifled his moans, Magnus made no effort to conceal his excited purr. He slipped another inch from his own sheath, a single string of precum dripping from his tapered tip onto the goat below. On any other night, Magnus would already be pawing. But tonight, he could wait to quell his own longing. Dimitri needed handling first.

Perhaps Dimitri wanted to protest. However the young goat was still hard as ever, and that was where Magnus focused. He wrapped one rough paw around the goat, rolling his whole body forwards while he rubbed and teased the big thick-veined goat. The bed rocked underneath them, the bedsprings softly squeaking, and Dimitri thought about stopping the flynx there and then. But he took one look at the flynx's grin, catching that predatory glint in his eye, and the command would not form on his tongue. Instead he laid there, silent, while the hybrid's paws worked away, drawing him to ever deeper pleasure. Magnus took the goat between thumb and foreclaw, stroking slowly, peeling back the goat's foreskin to reveal the glistening head. He stroked up, sheathing it again and coaxing out a pool of precum for good measure. Once again he toyed with the goat, dragging his rough finger-pads over the goat's length, purring at the sight of the caprine head emerging. Then, he took the foreskin between two claws, pulled it high, and teased it with his claws. Suddenly a shrill moan escaped from his tufted muzzle as a nimble flynx paw clutched his slack pouch. Magnus felt its weight, murring in approval, before rolling one of the hefty goat balls nestled within. This wasn't a thoughtless grope, either. Magnus, a born craftsman, knew exactly how to use his paws. He tugged the goat's balls down, pressed them up, teased them with his splayed paw. Then, he massaged the whole sizeable package, using both paws this time, digging in his pawpads to massage right into the base of Dimitri's endowment. His paws never repeated the same pattern, always catching the young goat off guard. Still Dimitri did nothing to halt the predator's manipulation. In fact, being the virile little billy he was, he was already tantalisingly close to his first release of the night. Magnus noticed as well, and he redoubled his efforts: he rolled that lovely loose foreskin over the tip, and away again, coaxing as much pleasure from the uncut critter as he could. And sure enough, Dimitri soon began to pant, stifling all manner of moans and bleats under the flynx's ceaseless pawing.

Those claws were wonderful, but Dimitri knew what Magnus was capable of. Misty-eyed, he whispered for the flynx to use his muzzle, to snake his tongue under his foreskin and drag it over his tender flesh. And he could barely suppress his moan when Magnus removed his paws and knelt up straight, leaving the big goat cock to strain and throb all by itself. Magnus slid backwards off the goat, took station at the end of the bed, and spread the goat's legs wide. He crouched down, shooting a sly vulpine grin from between the goat's knees. He caressed the billy goat's taut rear with a paw, before wrapping his fingers once more around the goat's length. He licked his lips, smacked his tongue... and leant down to wrap his pointed muzzle around the goat. Precum coated his tongue, all tangy and salty, and he swirled his tongue over the goat's head, digging it under the foreskin, lapping up waves of goat fluids, teasing and tugging the goat with his rough rasping cat tongue. Dimitri tried to sit up, but one paw pinned him to the bed while the second squeezed gently on the goat's sac, and that tongue roved and caressed over his flesh. Dimitri so wanted to bleat, to release his first viscous load into the predator's maw. However with enormous force of will, he pulled himself back from the precipice, gritting his teeth with some desperate huffs. His rapidity had caught him out again. Magnus barely gave him a second to recover before descending deeper still, swallowing the near-entirety of the uncut goat. Hooves snapped to the bedsheets, and a shuddering gulp rattled in the goat's throat.

"Mmm, are you going to wear me out, like last time, maybe? Big guy?"

Magnus rose for air, retorting with a sharp-toothed grin: "Oh Dimitri, you're so cute when you try to be dominant."

And before Dimitri could formulate a comeback, one velvety paw wrapped the goat's length, followed by another, and the flynx resumed his rapid pawing. Dimitri was close now, and they both knew it. He screwed his eyes shut and murmured in delight and anticipation as Magnus stroked and stroked... before the flynx removed his paws completely and pinned the goat's hooves to the bed. He stared down, watching the goat squirm at the sudden lack of stimulation, fighting his hardest to hold back. But it was too late, and the goat could only watch while semen dribbled helplessly from his straining shaft. Dimitri tried to thrust his hips, to rub himself up on the flynx's fur, anything to eke out the tiniest amount pleasure during his release. He even tried releasing his hooves, fighting the flynx's restraints. But the flynx extended his claws against the goat's arms, threatening to sink them in. Thus Dimitri lay still, underneath the flynx, soaking his stomach fur with a healthy load of his own seed.

"Look at that. Such a helpless little billy goat."

Dimitri huffed. "You sly cur. And you know I'm not little in every respect."

Magnus nodded in concession. "And one day, Dimitri, one day... I will get to feel that enormous length of yours, deep inside me. Tonight, however... I am taking charge."

Magnus leapt up to full height and pulled the goat closer, dragging the sheets along as well. Together they bumped, and immediately Magnus murred low and commenced a slow grind. The flynx's intention was crystal clear. His erection rubbed to the side of Dimitri's weighty sac, brushing the fur of the goat's inner thigh and snagging a little on the goat's fur. For a moment he held the goat's legs in mid-air, watching those hooves dangle and those fuzzy fetlocks flick to and forth. His length twitched, smearing a trickle of flynx precum to mark the goat's fur. He scooped the seed off Dimitri's front, filling his palm, watching the warm and gooey liquid drip through his claws. Then, reaching down, he slid his slim fingers between the billy goat's rump cheeks, smothering the entrance with his own cum, then twisting a single claw just an inch into the goat's tail ring. Dimitri gasped and tipped his head right up to the pillows, as far as his little horns would allow, arching up his back and moaning under his breath. Magnus loomed right over the goat, watching him swallow the lump in his throat. He reached up his clean paw, trailing a claw alongside the goat's neck, spiralling it inwards to tease his prey, while he let slip a purring growl and dug his finger deeper into the little goat, adding a second claw to stretch him wide. Then suddenly he pulled out of the goat and grasped his length with his messy paw, sliding it past the goat's sac and nestling his tip at the goat's entrance. He grunted, bucking a little against the goat, revelling in the pressure and deep heat from the tight hole he was threatening to breach.

"Hold on... Mags, you're part cat, right?"

"Lynx to be precise, but yes, carry on."

"Wait, so doesn't that mean you have... barbs?"

Magnus grinned. "Dimitri knows his biology! You're not as innocent as you look."

And with that, Magnus broke through the goat's resistance and penetrated his friend. Both animals gritted their teeth, the flynx revelling in the deep and teasing warmth of the goat's insides and feeling the goat's quivering tailhole cradle his first couple of inches. Dimitri meanwhile bleated breathlessly, a dull and pained thrum blooming under his tail. For the briefest of seconds he felt a pang of revulsion, violation even, and he thought about asking the flynx to dismount, to find another place to unload his feline cream. But then the revelation dawned on him. Finally, after weeks of waiting, months of imagining this very same act, he and the flynx were finally joined together, mating, driving their friendship onto new and as-yet unexplored realms. Was it frightening? Of course it was. But Dimitri could hardly have hoped for a better partner: an animal who tiptoed the line expertly between caring friend and wild animal. Now it was far too late for Dimitri to ward off the hybrid. Not that he wanted to, though, judging by the wavering moans now emanating from him as he lay spread across the bed. However the flynx was in no mood to savour this moment, and he clutched the goat's wiry and tough legs, using them for leverage to sink deeper into the goat. Dimitri groaned and rolled around amidst the crumpled sheets. He could not feel any scratch from feline barbs, but neither did he expect to: a cat's spines point backwards. Instead the goat was treated to the fullness of the flynx cock stuffing him raw. Their makeshift lube was fast running out, and soon even the fine spray of flynx pre did little to replenish it, leaving both animals to endure the grating rawness of their harried mating. Magnus may have been a couple of inches shorter than Dimitri, but a fully-fledged flynx erection was more than enough to challenge a slender goat. He groaned as the flynx drove ever deeper inside him, until the carnivore's coarse fur rubbed against his thighs, half-drained goat balls nestled up against the flynx's stomach. Dimitri focused on his breathing, slowly adjusting to the softly growling animal now buried under his tail. Now however, he knew what was coming. Would his friend be gentle? And as if on cue, Magnus flexed his cock in Dimitri, and a hundred tiny spines latched onto the goat's inner walls.

"Gonna pull out of you, goat."

Dimitri's eyes grew wide.

"You're going to feel my barbs."

There was no ignoring that rapid gulp, nor the goat's beating heart when Magnus laid a paw on his chest. The flynx perked a tufted ear as the goat practically whimpered, sounding for all the world like a guilty fox kit, cowering as it waited to be punished by its parents. Murring under his breath, Magnus clutched the goat's thighs tight, Dimitri tensed, and the flynx began his slow withdrawal. Yet rather than those barbs scratching the goat, they simply scored against his flesh, deep within him, sending out a tingle which slowly grew and spread throughout his lower body. He watched the goat's curious yet still clearly pleasured reaction, and he chuckled quietly to himself. Magnus knew how it felt to mate a cat. It was an awful experience, and it was a small mercy that the lynx was quick to climax. Yet he also knew how a fox-lynx's spines felt, being rather blunter than those of a pure-bred cat. He kept himself half-buried within the goat, working only his middle few inches back and forth, back and forth, teasing Dimitri with his ribbed flynx erection.

"How does that feel?"

"Strange. Mmmff... and rather nice, actually."

"You thought I was going to tear you open from within, didn't you? Everyone always does."

From his current position it only required a little more effort to properly start mating the goat. Into his friend he thrust, brisk and rhythmic, with a hungry little mrowl added for flourish, leaving the goat's passage slick with both goat and flynx fluids. He watched the goat's arousal, focused on it like a cat on its prey. He loved how it bounced with each and every thrust, drooling yet more of Dimitri's essence onto that damp grey fur. Curious, he thrust with more vigour, watching the goat's half-hardness respond in kind; and soon that goathood was rising off his stomach, linked with a trailing string of goat fluid, foreskin sliding back to reveal the goat's cum-slick glans. Mrowling at the sight of the goat's growing erection, he drove his lithe body into the goat, breathing harsh and lashing his bushy tail from side to side. Magnus was in no danger of climaxing too soon, even considering how rapidly he humped. For as much as Magnus adored playing with big uncut animals like Dimitri, size is only half the story. The rest comes down to prowess: how an animal uses their endowment. Magnus himself was respectably sized, and with many more years of experience, he had the goat more than bested in stamina. Eventually though, he felt a familiar pleasure race through his copper-furred body, and a hefty weight built at the base of his hybrid length, while his sheath glided back even further. He knew what this meant, and judging by that needful moan down below, so did Dimitri.

"Go on, goaty. You can feel that, can't you? That big flynxy knot of mine, just waiting to swell up inside a tight tender goat rump. You've wanted this ever since that night in the forest. And I bet it's all you've thought about ever since you invited me down. Every letter, every telegram, you sent in the hope that one day you would feel me mate you. And knot you. In fact, I am willing to bet it's the very reason you invited me. And after all that anticipation, all those thoughts about how a flynx knot feels, swelling up inside you... I say we give the goat what he needs."

All through his monologue, Magnus ground himself on the goat's rear, his hybrid arousal embedded in the little goat sans knot. He reached behind to clutch the goat's tail stub, tugging it hard in time with his bucks. Then he reached in front to spread that perky goat rump nice and wide, watching himself drive into the goat, seeing the goat's fleshy ring all stretched and loose. He pressed close, squeezing that bulbous knot between their bodies, before humping hard, a feral flynx dominating his mate. Dimitri was trying to resist, squirming under the flynx's assaults, maybe trying to convince himself that his own serious arousal wasn't caused by the hard flynx knot now battering his tailhole. But eventually, he sighed and pleaded with his friend.

"Oh I give in, Mags. Tie with me."

When you're part fox, you hardly need any more invitation than that. Magnus thrust and thrust, trying his hardest to lodge his swelling flesh into the goat and claim him. While he could climax without tying Dimitri, doing so would mean so much. It would mean pleasure, yes, the unparalleled pleasure of a tight young goat boy clutching him at his most sensitive. It would mean every last drop of his seed filling the goat. But by honouring the goat's invitation to claim him in this closest and most intimate of ways, it would also show just how close they had grown as friends. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he pounded, Dimitri was just too tight and too inexperienced to accommodate this new thickness. They were running out of time. Then, Magnus had an idea. Lifting his right footpaw onto the bed, he thrust slightly askew, edging just one side of his still-swelling knot into the goat boy's entrance. It was a slow process, but millimetres at a time, Magnus was indeed claiming his mate. Dimitri realised what was happening, but just as he felt a whimper of need tickle his throat, the flynx popped inside and uttered a wild yowl of pleasure. Dimitri sealed around the knot in a ring, and he shook as he fought to suppress a pained bleat, his eyes watering and his flat teeth gritted. God, Magnus was big. He twisted on the flynx erection, even as it drove another inch or two deeper into him and swelled to its full thickness. Dimitri closed his eyes, breathing through his nose while the fox-lynx stuffed him full, beyond any limits of comfort. He tried to pull himself away, to mollify the pain even a little; but Magnus's knot did its trick, locking the flynx together with his mate. Every time he tried to pull away, his tail could only stretch a pathetically weak distance before pain overwhelmed him and he could give no more. Then, without warning, the predator growled out hard and climaxed, launching thick loads of flynx semen deep into the goat's gut. His barbed erection flexed, digging into a fleshy nub within the goat, again and again, drawing out moans borne of both pleading and pleasure. Combined with the thought of just what the fox-lynx was depositing in him, all of this was enough to send the young buck hurtling towards his second climax that evening. He bucked on the bed, clutching the sheets and swallowing his bleats as his hard uncut cock sprang back to life, sending yet more ropes of musky goat semen splashing across his belly and chest. At least he felt a little surge of pleasure this second time. However, he could now do little but lie there and feel all that flynx cum spray into him, the tightness of his passage and that canine knot ensuring that every single drop stayed inside. His hind hooves were still suspended, dangling uselessly, and he twitched them once or twice to stop them going numb. Still, the bed was comfortable. Small victory when at least eight inches of animal is stuck deep inside you. And the last thing he wanted was for three animals to bundle through into the room.

"Is everything alright in there? We thought we heard you two..."

Immediately the newcomers froze. There on the dorm bed was Dimitri, panting and squirming on his back, his goat length laid out across his stomach, and his grey fur covered in goat semen. The dark-haired hybrid stood between his legs, and it only took a little imagination to work out what was happening. They must have heard the flynx's yowl. Dimitri felt his cheeks burn, and he knew they would be shining bright through his grey fur. Meanwhile Magnus flashed his teeth and took hold of Dimitri's length, teasing the goat's spent erection with his claws.

"Well good evening, gents. Now I'm guessing you've never seen this side of young Dimitri before. He's a big boy, isn't he?"

Two of the furs, a canine and a bull, were already making their exit, backing away from the copulating animals as slowly as they dared. However the third, a flynx like Magnus, was standing there transfixed. Maybe he was trying not to let on that he liked the thought of a fellow hybrid ravaging and knotting his room-mate. If so, he was doing a terrible job of it. Magnus could already scent the other flynx's ripe musk on the air, and the briefest of glances southwards confirmed what Magnus could smell. The horny cat-fox! What was it with guys and their shy boners? A thought flashed across his sharp mind, and he growled under his breath. He could just imagine how it would look, seeing this big predator taking his place behind the goat, teasing that loose cum-filled tailhole with his tip, and drilling home that big barbed length which right now was just fighting to be released from its confines... That thought alone sent another spurt of flynx semen deep into Dimitri.

For a moment, the three animals stood, or lay, in near-total silence. Eventually, Magnus Streifengrauer posed a question to his fellow flynx - even though he knew the answer already.

"Want to knot the goat too?"

By Ziegenbock