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The College Contest

By Ziegenbock

Dawn broke over Oakmount College Sports Campus. A variety of animals, some tall and lean, others big and brawny, crisscrossed the grounds. The college colours, black and gold, were adorned proudly on jackets and sports gear of all sorts. Off to the side, the soccer club were warming up, while a group of half-a-dozen canines jogged around the perimeter, headed by a copper-furred husky bitch. It was a fine fall day, the day of Student Org Registration, and to make the most of the weather, the Sports Department had organised their section outside. Tables had been arranged in the courtyard directly in front of the main hall.

Marcel the hyena marched up the path, his arms laden with posters, flyers, and the team rugby ball. His golden hair was combed high, not a strand out of place, and he wore his team-top and a sly, sharp-toothed grin. A cat and a fox scurried out of his path--a sensible move when facing a broad, solid brute of a hyena a head taller than you.

Marcel caught sight of Taika, the great horned colossus of a sheep from the southern seas who played as a prop. The hyena headed over to their assigned stand, set his gear down, and the two forwards embraced, slapping each other's backs.

"Didn't expect you here this early, lamb-flaps."

"Yeah, well, captain's duties and all that."

Marcel backed off and barked out a laugh, his meat-ripping teeth on full display. "Well, if you're gonna be on time once this season, may as well make it today."

"Yeah, well, even you won't be laughing when you see who our neighbours are."

"Oh fuck, it better not be..."

The ram nodded his heavy horned head, and pointed a hoof at the next table along. A tiny slip of paper was taped to the front, unnoticed by the hyena, with a single word written on it. And while Marcel didn't lose his grin entirely, it did slip when he read the word 'Hockey'.

"Well..." Taika clapped a big hoof on Marcel's back. The hyena didn't flinch. "Maybe he won't be here today."

"Uh-huh, sure. The poster boy of the college team, who's on every banner and every brochure, won't be here to plug his sport." Marcel busied himself with a box of kit. "You must have wool between your ears, Taika. Of course he'll be here! There's probably one or two furs who'll join just so they can play with him. And I don't just mean playing hockey."

"Look, I know you two have some history. Just... try to be civil."

Marcel drew himself to his full height, a tall digitigrade stance. He ran his claws through his mane, purred, and flashed his teeth. Sharp, functional, and perfectly white.

"Listen, Cotton-Candy, I'm as civil as they come. If anyone's gonna be uncivil, it's that prehistoric throwback."

It was still twenty minutes until Registration kicked off. Marcel was setting up the stand, keeping an eye out for his neighbours, when he saw a gang of four animals: a grizzly bear, a timber wolf, an Arctic fox, and leading the way, a big muscular Utahraptor. His body was a deep gleaming black, and Marcel noticed a glow to the raptor's green feather-crest and bodily accents. He was deep in conversation with his club-mates, his long tail whipping side-to-side as he walked. They spotted their table, and crossed towards it. Tox caught Marcel's eye, and he closed in with his crested head held high. Marcel set his strong jaw.

"Well," said the raptor with a smirk, "ain't this a pleasant surprise. Neighbour one year, and neighbour the next."

"Good morning, Tox." Marcel looked directly at the raptor, trying to keep his expression neutral. "How about we keep to ourselves today?"

The raptor laughed, a serpentine hiss of a laugh.

"Oh look at you, kitty, pretending you're a diplomat. We both know that's not your style. You'll jump at any challenge, any chance to be top cat."

Tox leaned in, right into the hyena's personal space.

"See, even right now, those hackles of yours are starting to raise. And your scent..." Tox took in a deep sniff, grinning and flaring his nares. "I can smell your adrenaline. Tasty, little kitten."

The dinosaur knocked his shoulder into Marcel. Unprepared for the check, the hyena yielded just a half-step, yet he yielded nonetheless. The hockey gang snickered, and even Taika set down his flyers to watch. Tox meanwhile started stalking a wide circle, pure dinosaur, his powerful tail swaying and whipping. Marcel had no choice. He hunched his shoulders, and ignited a low growl, muzzle pulled back and even dripping a bead of drool, watching the raptor's every step. But Tox just laughed at his reaction.

"Oh, you big dumb cat. You just don't know when to stand down."

For all the posturing, hyena and raptor never risked coming to blows. The threat of the Dean of Sport stripping their scholarships kept the boys in check. Still, the animals on both sides kept their distance. They could smell the testosterone in the air.

"Listen, Tox, whatever beef you have with me, it's all about the sport today."

"Oh yes, your quote-unquote "sport". Tox made the quote sign with his sharp foreclaws. "Any excuse to stick your head between two fat guys' asses, hey? Or to jump on a pile of men and cop a feel?"

That just made the hyena smile. "Really, gay jokes? In this century? There's no need to be scared of your sexuality. We both know you swing that way too. Besides, at least we treat our sport as a sport. You lot just wanna start fights with each other."

Tox shrugged. "We'll still get a bigger signup than you. Who even plays rugby in this country anyway?"

"Oh! You wanna see?" The hyena growled his gruff response, before simmering back down. But it was too late. Tox preened, enjoying that little win.

"Yeah. Yeah I do, rather."

An idea flashed through the hyena's mind. He breathed in, letting his snarling smirk rise again.

"Alright then, how about we make this interesting?" he said with a raised voice. "Whoever signs up the most freshmen by the end of the day gets the other's tail."

That got everyone's attention. Tox glanced about. "On these conditions. We do it tonight, at the winner's house, surrounded by as many of these fine beasts as want to watch."

"Oh, you filthy lizard." Marcel stretched out a paw. "Put it there."

Tox hawked deep and spat on his paw. Thick drool hung from his foreclaws. Marcel blinked.

"Relax, kitty, I won't poison you. I much prefer my playthings alive."

The hyena shrugged, spat on his own paw, and they sealed the pact.

Over the next few hours, a steady stream of students headed over from the main campus. There were all sorts, from county and even state champions, to curious furs looking for something to do on Saturday afternoons... besides playing video games hung-over.

Marcel and Tox were front and centre for the signup effort: working their patches, chatting to as many passing furs as they could. Behind them, and between the two stalls, an otter spoke with Taika and the hockey bear. The otter, the swim team captain, had agreed to be a neutral party and adjudicator. The promise of a 'show' later proved quite the incentive.

The scores remained neck-and-neck throughout the day, and every animal counted. When the hyena spotted a rainbow badge on a slight Dalmatian's satchel, he made a move. At first Tox scoffed, but to his surprise, Marcel returned to the rugby stand with the Dalmatian in tow! Tox listened in.

"Just come from the LGBTQ Society stand? Don't tell my coach, but you guys always have the best cakes."

The dog smiled. "Your secret's safe with me, hun." His voice was just as emollient as Tox imagined. "Oh, and good luck with the signups. I don't exactly have the build for rugby myself."

"Ah, lots of folk think rugby's just for the big beasts. Truth is, there's a place in rugby for everyone. See that raccoon? He's our scrum half. And you can see for yourself: he ain't exactly benching four hundred. Now... you seem a pretty fast guy. Would that be fair to say?"

"Well, I did a bit of track in high school..."

"Nice. So I reckon you could do well as a winger. But hey, come along Saturday, give it a try, and see where you fit in."

The dog rubbed his little goatee beard. "Any chance you'll be there?"

"Oh yeah. I never miss a chance to check out the new talent."

"Well, if it means seeing you again... let's do it!"

The spot-dog was fwipping his tail as he added his details to the signup sheet. However, Tox wasn't far behind. Five minutes later, he was noting down the details of a suave-looking female cougar. What a find! She even walked like a stalking predator. Most felines were suited to sport anyway, with their natural agility, but this mountain lioness was something else.

Soon it was mid-afternoon, and the official end of Registration. Tox had the last signup of the day, a short and chubby boar new to the sport. Tox wondered how resilient the porker would be on the ice, but hey, a signup was a signup. Did they have enough? He tried to glance across at the rugby club's list, but couldn't quite see it.

Word of the challenge had spread, and a small crowd had assembled in front of the rugby and hockey stands. The animals talked among themselves while they waited for the result. Once the swim-team otter had pored over both sets of signup sheets, he called Marcel and Tox forward, and stood between them both.

"Attention everyone. Um... may I have everyone's attention please?"

Still the animals continued talking, until Marcel let loose a roar. At once there was silence. The slim otter coughed politely.

"Ahem. Thank you, Marcel. Well, it's been a great day, and both clubs have signed up an impressive number of freshmen. I know you're all eager to learn the result, and Tox and Marcel are eager to learn their fate, so let's get on with it. The number of signups to each club are as follows. Oakmount College Rugby Football Union signed up thirty-two freshmen. And Oakmount College Hockey Club signed up... thirty. So I declare the winners to be... the rugby club!"

There was applause, and even the normally level-headed Taika gave a cheer and a shout of "Yeah Marcel!" When the hyena and the Utahraptor shook hands, Marcel tightened the handshake, and pulled the raptor closer.

"Nine p.m., my place. Bring lube."

To an outside observer, both animals were the picture of calm. Truth be told, however, their thoughts couldn't have been more different. For Marcel, the thought of stuffing a raptor slit had him hard there and then. Tox caught a glimpse of it, and he tried not to gulp. How big was this hyena?

*

When Tox rang Marcel's doorbell at ten past nine, there arose a cheer from inside. A horned shadow appeared in the frosted glass, and Taika opened the door to Tox and his team-mates.

"Ah, glad you found us. Please come in. It shouldn't be a surprise, but Marcel is waiting for you."

Tox refused to give the sheep the satisfaction of a growl. Chuckle all you want, you walking buffet. Wordlessly, the hockey team followed Taika into the main lounge, where a party was in full swing. The room was packed with furs, music played from the stereo, and refreshments were laid out. And at the centre of the room, seated in a deep broad armchair and conversing with a burly dog, was the hyena himself. Fully unclothed. And hard.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Taika announced, "the entertainment has arrived."

Another cheer, and somebody cut the music. Tox flattened his frills, and stepped into the hyena's midst. Marcel flashed him every one of his gleaming lethal teeth. His erection was obscene, inch after inch of black flesh rising from his crotch, thick as a stallion and... were those barbs on his tip?

"You're late, lizard." Marcel grinned, and his cock throbbed once, twice, hard and hands-free. "Oh, I'm sure you'd call it 'fashionably late'. But I understand if you're nervous."

Tox frowned. It was cheap bait, and the raptor wasn't going to take it.

"Alright, kitten, are we doing this in your bedroom, or..."

But Marcel held up a paw, silencing him. "Okay, Toxy, first thing. Until I'm done with you, the only two words you're allowed to say are 'yes' and 'Marcel'. Understood?"

Tox sighed. Dom and sub play. He might have known the hyena would milk it. "Yes Marcel."

"Good. Second, remember our pact. The deal was for a public show. Though I must say, it's cute you wanna make things private now. Just 'cause you lost. You ain't that insecure in the locker room."

Even if Tox was permitted to protest, a certain photo proved the hyena's point. That photo had made its way around campus last semester, shared on private chats and whispered about in the corridors outside lecture halls. It showed Tox as proud, confident, and secure in his sexuality, posing naked in the locker room, stretching tall with a hockey stick behind his head. A few brave animals had approached the raptor on campus, daring to ask if he really was that hung. And one or two lucky animals didn't just see the raptor's size--they felt it, too. Under their tails. All told, that pic wasn't bad PR.

"Besides," the hyena continued, "you yourself added that condition to our contest. So no backing out now. After all, every single animal here knows what we're about to do. So why restrict 'em to a creaking bed, the slap of muscle, and the roar of my climax? These animals are hungry, Tox. Let's give 'em a feast."

After a couple seconds of silence, Marcel cupped a paw to his rounded ear. Tox took a deep breath, and rose to meet the hyena's grin with a prehistoric show of teeth.

"Yes Marcel."

The hyena barked a cackle and slapped his thigh. "That's the spirit. Now, unless you want me to tear off that rather expensive-looking leather jacket, I suggest you take it off yourself. Along with everything else you're wearing." The hyena's grin was exactly as expected from a hyena. Bone-crunching. "And don't worry, we'll all be watching."

Okay, Tox could handle this part. He was no stranger to stripping in front of other furs. Every set of eyes was on him, every fur watching... were there two dozen animals there? Three dozen? He smirked, paying no heed to Marcel (who was busy stroking himself anyway). He switched off his augmented-reality eye-glass, slipping it carefully into his leather jacket pocket. Then he took off the jacket itself, handing it to the nearest animal. He was still astounded that the little boar had trotted along. Next, Tox pulled his muscle-fit shirt high over his head, stretching up with a hiss and a primal reptilian click. He held the shirt in one hand, glancing all around, before he simply dropped the shirt to the ground. He caught the rugby raccoon leering at him, growling, scratching himself with those creepy little claws. Yeah, you keep staring, trash-cat. Bet you're hung like a kitten, too. Matching the ring-tail's growl, Tox slipped a hand to his trousers, fondling himself, before he snapped open his trouser button, then slowly pulled the zip down. Hooking claws around his waistband and underwear, he slid them both down his powerful digitigrade legs, before stepping out of them, as casually as when he hit the showers after practice. The raptor was half-hard already, a decent amount of erection emerged from his reptilian slit. Smiling, preening, he wove his tail in a slow, cobra-like whip, lifting it just high enough to show his vent to the animals behind. One or two animals were surreptitiously stroking themselves through trousers, and there was a wolf-whistle from the back. Nice.

But there was nothing subtle about the hyena. He rose to his paws before one and all, licking his maw, stroking that glossy black erection which hadn't subsided one bit this whole time.

"Alright, lizard, that's enough strutting. On your knees."

Tox tried his best to act... well, not nonchalant, but certainly unfazed. Thankfully, there was a particularly large and soft-looking rug for the raptor to kneel on. The hyena grinned, and walked a slow stalk around the curiously taciturn raptor, inspecting his prize with a predatory purr, while giving the whole room a show of his massive, barbed cock. Precum drooled from its tip, a long string swaying as the hyena walked, before it swung and landed on the animal's muscular thigh. Maybe they could even do without lube? Once in front of the raptor again, he stroked the reptile's smooth muzzle. With a broad, mammalian paw, he took hold of the powerful lizard, and he guided the animal's nose to his crotch, despite the resistance of the raptor's strong neck. Marcel hitched the raptor's snout under his weighty balls. The hyena's furred scrotum draped over that snout, one heavy orb resting on each side, right over the nares. There followed a deep, reptilian intake of breath, and an unmistakable hiss of pleasure. The raptor's erection twitched, yet more of the reptile's arousal slipping into the open. Of course, this didn't escape the hyena's attention.

"Such a musk-fiend. Let's see what you make of this."

Marcel took hold of his cudgel of a cock, and pulled back, sliding his scrotum over the raptor's smooth snout. He rubbed his animal length over the raptor's nose, smearing that strong mammalian precum over the reptile's facial scales. And Tox just flared his nostrils and drank in the scent. The scent of an animal, and especially the scent of a big male mammal, never failed to excite the raptor. All of his senses were driving him to snap, to lash out and to lunge at this tasty cat. But instead, he composed himself, and with a hiss and a rattle, the dinosaur licked along the hyena-cock, tasting the mammal's precum. The warmth, and the flavour, and the musk brought a hungry rumble from the big Utahraptor, who opened his jaws and slowly, slowly, closed his teeth around the big hyena. Despite those sharp raptor-teeth being so close to his maleness, the hyena rose to the moment, sliding into the dinosaur's jaw, all along that powerful wet tongue, letting those sharp serrated teeth tease his length. The mammal took the raptor's chin and scritched underneath, part in encouragement and part in control, and Tox sunk lower down Marcel. The hyena filled the reptile's maw within seconds - though that crucial thicker half remained in the open, twitching before the raptor's nose. Tox adjusted his angle, and using his maw and tongue, he took in yet more of the thick, dark hyena meat. The hyena stuffed him full, a thick and roasting-warm animal cock pressing into the raptor's cheeks and soft palate. The animal throbbed in the confines of the dinosaur's maw, a maw wet with drool and every bit as invitingly warm as a mammal's. Deeper still the hyena went. Tox took hold of the hyena's base, where it emerged from that furred sheath. Marcel felt the reptile struggle, and he came to rest, nowhere near fully buried. Tox gulped a breath around that monster black cock, and started to pull back, but Marcel held him still with a paw behind the head.

"Word of advice. Be very careful when you pull back."

Marcel removed his paw, and from there, Tox eased back, running his tongue carefully over the barbed hyena-cock, feeling those fleshy and tingly spines. The young horny hyena throbbed hard, making Tox pause. But the raptor soon pulled further back, savouring a sudden shot of mammal precum on his curled lizard-tongue. And from there, Tox began, working his muzzle back and forth over the hyena's erection. He twisted his lethal muzzle, while winding his frilled tail snake-like over the rug. Was he really giving in so easily? Not that his audience seemed to mind. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the burly dog unzip himself. The canine--some kind of big-game dog, maybe a ridgeback--grunted and fondled himself in the open, and one or two other animals soon started to jerk. Tox meanwhile was just getting into a rhythm, when a stroke of paw on his muzzle-bridge made him look up.

"You do look good down there, you know, staring up at me. Like a hungry little hatchling."

Tox locked the hyena with fierce yellow eyes, released the mammal from his maw, and hissed. A wordless, primal sound--after all, Marcel hadn't said anything about hissing. The hyena smirked.

"Oh, you want more? Right then, I say it's time you hiked that tail."

Tox was about to ask where Marcel wanted him, but the hyena saw the question forming.

"Plant your foreclaws on my chair, spread your legs, and get comfortable."

Tox nodded, and rose to his hind claws. He pressed shoulder-to-shoulder with the hyena, body-checking Marcel. And this time, the spotted beast held his ground. They locked eyes, squaring off in the middle of the room before all animals. Tox rolled his shoulders, pressing harder against that hyena muscle, and Marcel matched him. The hyena nodded towards the chair. And Tox, knowing his place, broke eye contact first and stalked away. But he didn't slink like some lowly snake. Instead, he kept his head high, grinning, catching the gaze of several animals. And why shouldn't he grin? He was the star centre, the hockey club's top scorer, and he loved to lap up the attention. He locked eyes with the Dalmatian freshman, who clutched his plastic cup and glanced away. It's alright, kid, we can all see your boner. Tox was still grinning when he reached the armchair. With sinuous winds of his spine, the reptile got low, spreading his hindquarters and placing his foreclaws on the seat, poised but not piercing through. He thought of the hyena sitting on this very seat, naked, rubbing his nuts over this upholstery. Tox dipped his head and... ohh yes, there was that hyena scent, fresh from a few minutes before. Tox raised his snout, savouring the mammalian scent, claws sneaking down to tease his vent and his length, when a tug on his lizard-tail made him glance back. The hyena held the tail high while he closed in. He stroked the dinosaur's flank, teasing the scales with his claws.

"Hope you remembered lube. 'Cos it's hell taking a hyena cock raw."

Tox was inclined to agree. He glanced around for his jacket. The Arctic fox had ended up holding it. The raptor caught his eye.

"Inside pocket."

Caught in the dinosaur's hungry stare, the nimble fox winger obeyed at once. He felt the jacket pockets, until he found a small bottle--one with a distinctive and familiar shape. He tossed it towards the raptor, who stretched out his claws... but the hyena caught it first. Some of the rugby club chuckled, and Marcel joined in. Even that damn raccoon laughed, all smarmy and nasal.

"Tough luck, chicken. You just focus on keepin' that tail raised--'s a good look for ya."

Yeah, whatever, little lackey. Any other time, I'd swallow you in one gulp!

All the same, Tox kept quiet. Craning his neck, he watched the hyena inspect the bottle with an approving growl, before he snapped it open and tipped it up. Coolness drizzled over the raptor's tailhole, making him hiss. Good stuff for making an animal shiver. Marcel clicked the bottle shut, and dropped it to the chair beside the raptor. A soft digit caught the run-off, smearing it around the raptor's rear vent. And though Tox could not get a clear view, he saw the rapid strokes of the hyena's arm, and he heard the low pleasured growl, through bared teeth. The growl idled low as the hyena took his position, and Tox felt the sudden press of something hard under his tail, making him freeze.

Hot, horny hyena.

In three shallow bucks, Marcel penetrated the Utahraptor, slipping maybe millimetres past the raptor's defences. All the same, both males felt it, the barrier crossed. Tox expected a burn, that almost unbearable ache of a first penetration. Especially given the size of the hyena. But when the animal thrust himself deeper, twitching into his fellow male... nothing but hissing, shuddering pleasure. Dang, that lube was good. Just as well, because at that moment, Marcel thrust hard and some thick ridge slid past Tox's tail muscle, making the raptor go rigid, gasping, with open maw and wide-open eyes. There were some approving murrs from the audience, and Tox saw his team-mate, the grizzly bear goalie, quicken his slick masturbation. The raptor felt the hyena relax, and he waited for the big animal to slip backwards and out of him.

Only, the mammal tensed up again, grunted, and bucked himself another inch deeper. Why wasn't he pulling backwards, easing himself in and out?

Oh yes. The barbs.

So Tox closed his eyes, shuddering beneath the hyena, letting out a gasp, willing himself to withstand the pain of a big male animal ploughing into his tail-vent. Shunting, grunting, the hyena thrust into the reptile, an inch, a half-inch at a time, the thickness and the contours of the hyena cock stretching the raptor like no animal before. And still he pressed firmer, drove deeper. Soon, Marcel met resistance, and he took hold of Tox's flanks.

"You know what comes next, lizard."

The hyena settled into place with a growl...

"'Cause this is how we yeens fuck. We carve into you. Blunt... then sharp."

...and he twitched inside the raptor, flaring, his barbed nubs catching inside Tox's tunnel. A hiss, and Tox latched his claws onto the well-worn chair. Only then did the hyena pull back, barbs and all, with the raptor hissing and shuddering beneath him.

"Grrr! Bastard!"

Marcel didn't acknowledge the raptor talking out of turn, instead replying with a thrust of those rugby-player haunches, burying himself yet again. Tox's arms quivered. Again the hyena flared. The slow steady scrape of feliform barbs was no easier the second time. If anything, the scratch from them enhanced the residual ache of that first withdrawal. Tox hissed louder, and the hyena brayed, before driving back inside. That time, the raptor had to press back and offer resistance, else he would have collapsed right into the seat. And of course the hyena laughed at that. That laugh! That mocking, maddening laugh that they did. While unmistakably a hyena's cackle, the depth and the growl reminded Tox of the sheer size of beast he was tangling with.

Without warning, Marcel pressed Tox's head to the seat, arching his back and holding his brush of a tail erect, while he finally began to buck, short yet firm. Tox took his forfeit, with his muzzle resting sideways on the chair. He could picture the hyena lounging here, naked, reading or chatting shit with his team-mates, maybe even stroking off in front of them, dripping his precum. Casual nudity? Casual pawing? Yeah, Marcel did seem the type. And the rather delicious scent all over the upholstery certainly suggested so.

The ache of that barbed hyena cock endured for an age. And yet... slowly and surely, thrust by thrust, the pleasure became bearable. Steady as he dared, Tox lifted his head and rolled his shoulders, beginning to writhe his back, his body thrust forward by the hyena. Together, they would relax, only for the big mammal to shunt him forward again. Meanwhile, that hyena cock kept him hissing, a hard, hot, throbbing animal length, and Tox was sure the mammal was still swelling. Strong, sure paws gripped the raptor's waist, holding him in place. And all around, the animals watched on. A few of them whispered, and some even uttered stifled gasps. Yet singularly among all beasts, the hyena growled, the centre of attention--his prize, his claim, his night. And he spared the raptor little mercy, ploughing hard into the dinosaur and raking him with barbs on the withdrawal, taming the writhing reptile. Marcel kept a steady pace for a time, feeling warmth and a pleasured glow right through his spotted-furred body, from his claw-tips to his bone-crushing muzzle. Grunts issued from that solid jaw, through predator's teeth, a grunt for each audible buck into raptor scales, until a sudden press-back from the raptor raised the hyena's grunt almost to a bark. He would have dismissed it as a once-off, had the raptor not repeated the move, holding a low dinosaurian stalking-squat with his killing hind-claws splayed. He craned his long powerful neck and stared at the hyena, flicking his reptilian tongue, before he pressed back harder still. Marcel let his hard feliform cock slip backwards, smirking at the raptor's almost pleading look. He tightened his grip on the reptile's haunches, and drove himself home. A lesser animal would have collapsed to the chair, and Tox almost did. But the hockey raptor held his stance, all through the withdrawal, ready for... yesss, you beast of a mammal! Now Tox grit his own deadly teeth, while the hyena bucked hard. Hot grunts of breath washed over the raptor, and a strong furred arm wrapped around his body, pulling him away from the chair while he hooked two claws through the covering and tore backwards, leaving his mark. Jaws clamped on the raptor's neck, right through his frill, snarls and drool and hot hyena-breath flowing over that sensitive nape. The hyena pulled backwards, with arms and jaws and cock, until both animals stood upright and fucked, in the middle of the room, for all to see. But the hyena kept pulling back, pulling with his jaws even while he bucked. What was he doing? Any further, and Tox would have to... then he felt paws, taking hold of his thighs, and a definite pull upwards. Surely the hyena couldn't lift a full-grown Utahraptor and fuck him standing? Oh well, your funeral, kitty. So Tox rolled backward, into the hyena's embrace, pushing off the ground with his killing-claws, wrapping his tail around the hyena's back. Marcel wasted no time, bucking up hard and frantic, not even giving the raptor time to slip down his cock-length before the next upward thrust. Camera shutters and flashes triggered nearby, but the raptor snarled in the air, and Marcel fucked on regardless. All the hyena had to do was power on, break down the defence... Come on, you animal, stay strong, stay... oh fuck, there we go, there we go! And with the final line of defence broken down, Marcel simply had to drive forwards, upwards, a few times more, come on... he shuddered, he grunted, he bucked his hardest yet, ravaging the raptor with barb-raking thrusts and powerful bucks of muscle on muscle until his lethal jaw quivered and he released his bite and growled and barked and barked before throwing back his maned head and uttering a roar of climax that few animals in that house had ever heard anything like. All animals fell silent, and those with a clear view watched those tight hyena-balls twitch, listening to the grunts of the two massive animals, one exhausted, the other firing hard shots of hyena cum.

And with that, a cheer rose up around the lounge. Most of the masturbating animals stroked a little more, before zipping up and enjoying the show's conclusion. Except for that damn raccoon, who pawed and gulped and grunted in orgasm, calling out in pleasure and shuddering where he stood, stroking his long slender cock while pulses of raccoon cum trickled over his nimble claws and onto the carpet. He only noticed the cougar when she mrowled. She locked muzzles with the post-coital procyon, stirring her folds, giving the ring-tail no chance to catch his breath.

No such issue for the hyena and the raptor, who grunted and breathed in as much alcoholic and musky air as they could, revelling centre-stage in their animal strength and sexuality. Soon however, Marcel felt his massive hyena-cock soften. Grunting hard, he lowered Tox to the ground. A bulldog and a mutt were there to support the hyena, and Marcel leaned on the two hefty animals, letting his barbed cock pull free of Tox before he pushed the raptor away. Instinct screamed at the raptor to collapse to the ground, but his pride wouldn't allow it, so he dropped to one knee then rolled around until he was seated. The chair stood behind him, and Tox leaned back into it, his cock standing fully emerged from his slit, dripping with natural raptor lube. He ran a claw up his length, getting a claw-ful of precum, which he raised to his muzzle and licked away, before flashing a carnivorous smile at Marcel. The hyena laughed and licked an upper fang.

"Fuck that was amazing. Oh, by the way, you hockey guys are welcome to stick around. But just remember: we own your tails tonight."

Marcel cackled while his team-mates swarmed in, handing him a cup which he emptied with three gulps and a belch. The animals chuckled, congratulating Marcel on the 'awesome show', and a couple even sneaked a feel of that cum-covered maleness.

Tox, meanwhile, glanced at the animals now closing in on him, stroking themselves. Who would move first: Taika? The ridgeback?

"Now that's what I call an erection."

But no, it was the otter captain who stepped forward, naked from the waist down. Before Tox could speak, the lithe animal climbed over the raptor, straddling the big hockey-beast.

"I bet you could slide this thing deeeep into an otter."

The lutrine lowered himself down, until the raptor cock nudged under his rudder, just promising to press in.

"But after you cum, your vent is mine."

Tox closed his eyes and trilled. What a start to the semester.