C: Where are you, babe? 

D: Still at work again. Sorry. Keeping me late again. 

C: Right. Again. 

D: Sorry again. But you know I can’t wait to leave and see you. I’ll make it up to you. Promise.

C: Okay. Gonna smoke while I wait. 

D: Save some for me ;) Love You



Casey didn’t text back. The cream colored lanky goat with wild hair that covered his eyes and punk styled clothing let out a big sigh as he continued to use his phone. His boyfriend, Desmond, had promised that things would be different once they moved to the large beachside city. And at first Casey had been beyond excited by all the things they could do. But a few months into their new permanent shared residence, Casey felt his boyfriend’s job promotion had been the best and worst thing that ever happened to them. 

On one hand they had more money than ever and were living comfortably... But on the other hand Casey was seeing less and less of the bulldog. Even when Desmond came back from work he was always in a bad mood. He sounded nice while texting but the canine would return to their apartment in a huff, not wanting to talk or even be touched. While Casey understood that his partner was doing hard work, it felt like all the stress that came from his job was being dumped onto the goat. While he was grateful for all the hard work his boyfriend was putting in, Casey also missed how things used to be before they decided to move all the way out here. 

Sure they made a lot less and lived in a much worse place back then but they were together all the time. Desmond actually talked to him and touched him. Once the work was over they would get together and just hang out. Two crazy young adults against the world, prowling the alleys; breaking bottles, spray painting walls, and exploring abandoned places. That spirit of wild fun was still alive within the young early 20’s aged goat. It felt like the bulldog he fell in love with wasn’t there anymore. He was just some guy that came home, pitched in with the bills and would keep to himself more and stayed on his side of the bed, either grunting or muttering “not tonight” when Casey would try with him. 

And when Desmond was working late he was usually gone until 3 AM and it was only 8 PM right now. As he had said over text, Casey was still using his phone, wanting to try out this new guy since his usual supplier had moved away and wasn’t willing to make deliveries to the area anymore. But apparently this other guy was really reliable. The number came from a friend that worked at the corner store with him. He swore that this dealer was a really good one. Another laid back guy that reminded him of how Desmond used to be. It was getting to the point that Casey was wrestling with the idea of hooking up with the panther. He could swear that plenty of hints were being thrown his way during the shifts... 

Shaking his head, the goat huffed and tried out the number. He texted it and promptly got a message. Back and forth, Casey asked what was available and found what he liked, asking if it could be delivered and then giving his location. Usually he would be more careful but if his friend vouched for the dealer then that was enough for him. The guy on the other side assured that he would be there soon, leaving Casey to sit on the couch in his living room; stirring in his many feelings, one of them being his own pent up state, feeling his cock being semi-erect and twitching against his underwear. 

In less than 15 minutes, Casey was texted that the dealer was already outside the apartment and asked if he wanted the delivery directly to his door. Surprised by how quickly the delivery had arrived, Casey opted for it to be brought to his door, giving the number of his apartment. And in about 3 minutes after that, there was the ringing of the doorbell. 

Casey got up and opened the door to find himself looking at another tall, lanky anthro like. A grey rat clad in a white t-shirt with various rips in it, worn out looking jeans, and a leather jacket. Casey couldn’t help but look the rodent up and down, taking in his semi-punk look. From the clothes, to his spiky black hair atop his head, and the smirk that was on his face. 

“Expecting something else?” the rat asked. 

“My bad. Just didn’t expect you to get here so fast,” Casey answered, trying to keep his voice steady. He was already feeling embarrassed about his eyes that were still wandering. “You’re the guy, right?” 

“S., yeah,” the rat responded. “And this is the apartment I was texted so...” 

“Right. Uh, how much do I owe you?” Casey asked. He had been given the amount beforehand during their texting but it had completely slipped his mind now that he was looking all over the rodent. 

“$50 bucks even. Cash.” the dealer said. His smirk grew wider while saying it. The rat’s own wandering eye was a lot more subtle. He was taking in the goat’s visage but he especially noticed the growing bulge in the shorts and the tube like shape that was slinking along towards one of the leg holes. It became more defined when the goat reached into his wallet and picked out the bills. 

“Aah, shit! I’ve only got 20’s. You wouldn’t happen to have a $10 for change?” Casey asked, his voice making his flustered feelings clear. He was a complete mess and he knew it. But it was hard to not admire someone that had all the traits that he admired. That street look and smooth personality. Those red eyes that had the sharpness of held secrets and untold dirty deeds. He could tell this wasn’t some guy that just dressed this way for the fashion statement. Before him was a real street crawling drug dealer. 

“How about this? I’ll take three 20’s but I’ll give you a little extra in exchange. Since you’re a first time customer and all,” Silas offered but he was also walking forwards, letting himself into the apartment. “Consider it a tip for a tip. A real big...tip.” 

“W-wait, you mean-” Casey paused. “I-I think there’s been some kind of misunderstanding!” 

“What’s to misunderstand about you staring at my crotch since you opened the door?” the rat pointed out. “Weed isn’t the only thing I deal. We can have a little fun to balance out the price.”

Casey was going to say something else in protest but the rat reached out and grabbed his hand. The next thing the goat knew, his hand was on the dealer’s crotch and he could feel the firm flesh that was pulsing against it and he looked down to see the outline of a cock running along the thigh. Casey gulped and it felt like there was an angel and devil on his shoulders going back and forth on what he should do. The rat’s hand was on his own crotch in return, touching gently but enough to make him gasp hotly. 

“Damn it feels like you need it bad. Why play so hard to get?” the rat asked. 

“I got a boyfriend,” Casey responded and noticed that his own tone had conveyed disappointment. 

“Feels like he hasn’t been doing his job,” the rat surmised. 

“He just works a lot!” Casey then said defensively. Then he started to feel annoyed but not with the dealer’s questions. He was feeling annoyed with himself for defending his boyfriend. The rat was right; Casey had been trying for so long but Desmond was blowing him every time, even during the weekends that they weren’t working. 

“Must be hard work,” the rat said with a snicker. “If he works a lot then he must be gone a lot too. Like, right now? Ever heard the phrase ‘what you don’t know won’t kill you’?” 

“I can’t just-” 

“Alright, final offer-” the rat cut him off and backed away just a bit. But it was enough for Casey’s hand to no longer be on the shaft’s outline and he found himself already missing the firmness and pulses. “I’ll give you the change but you’ll be missing out on this...” 

“F-fuck...” Casey gasped aloud, his eyes wide beneath the thick hair on his head that obscured his eyes. The rat opened his pants and his endowment all but sprang right out. There wasn’t even the barrier of underwear to give the goat a moment of teasing. It was out and in full view. It was a bit thicker than the average maleness but what really made Casey gawk was the length of it. What had to be about 11 inches of uncut, firm and pulsing meat. The tip was just peeking out beyond the wrap of foreskin and beyond them were all of the inches that had swelled veins that rose beneath the skin. It was more than enough to fill anyone up. And he had to have it! 

“Better make your choice before someone walks by and sees. Not that I really care. But you know how neighbors talk...” the rat said. 

“O-okay. It’s a deal!” Casey said, already feeling the pounding of his heart. A gnawing of icy guilt but just as, if not even stronger, was the burning lustful need. As the rat walked in and shut the door, Casey was watching the shaft swing and bounce with every step. The rodent’s hands reached out again and this time they were on the goat’s shorts, undoing them himself to pull down both the shorts and underwear, bringing out what the horned male had. 

“Whoa! I think we’re really gonna get along,” the rat said as he looked upon the goat’s shaft that was large as well. Casey was usually proud of his own 10 inch shaft that was even thicker than the rat’s but with a lot more foreskin that was almost hanging off the tip even while Casey was so erect that the pulses nearly hurt. Bringing them close together, the rat got their cocks to touch. The goat needed it so badly that he wasn’t concerned about his own size. 

The rat wasn’t just admiring the shaft’s size but what it came with. At the base was a lot of thick crotch fur, looking as if it hadn’t been trimmed in any way for a while now. There was also a tuft line of the same denser fur running along the bottom of the perfectly rounded yet low hanging sack. 

“Instead of just staring, how about you get a feel?” the rat asked, noticing that Casey’s gaze was clearly focused on his cock, even if his eyes couldn’t be directly seen. Casey did so with nearly trembling hands, biting his lip when he got a hold on it. The cock was so firm, not budging much as he squeezed it and it was so warm. It started with just his hand wrapping around but both hands were starting to trace along the inches, pinching the bottom of the tip to gently pull the foreskin. As he did it the rodent groaned and Casey both felt and saw the shaft plumping up even more, retaining its length but becoming thicker still. The rat used his own hands to pull his pants down all the way, revealing his wide and heavy looking ballsack, a special trait of rats. 

“Hey, I never asked your name,” the rat said, causing the goat to look up at him. 

“Oh, it’s Casey,” he said. 

“Name’s Silas,” the rat introduced. “And I hope you don’t mind if I get a bit more comfortable. The sun’s just starting to set but it’s still hot as shit outside...” Silas was already taking his jacket off, letting it just fall to the floor of the apartment. Then he proceeded to pull his torn shirt off as well, exposing his upper body as well. It also gave Casey a full view of the rat’s body that was more built than he expected. While not muscular in any way, Silas’ body type was near athletic with a set of pecs that were defined and a set of abs beneath them, a surprisingly firm looking six-pack. 

With Silas’ body still so close to Casey’s, the goat was picking up on the smell freely coming from the rodent. It struck Casey’s sense of smell and was all around him now, as if a fog of Silas’ aroma had just spread out and overtaken the living room in a matter of moments. It was strong but also appealing; a dense masculine musk that did make his nose wrinkle a bit more than anything; it was making his mouth water and his whole body tingle. Just huffing at the air around him, Casey was  getting a sense that Silas was wearing a potent natural aroma that had been built up over a period of time, being just hardly contained by his clothing. But it was out now and he continued to inhale it willingly, feeling his own cock throbbing all the harder and leaking more too. 

“Don’t forget about that ‘tip’ I promised you,” Silas said as he put his hand on the top of Casey’s head and pushed down. Casey allowed himself to be moved down to his knees, getting eye level with the rat’s own throbbing length. 

Again the goat placed his hand on Silas’ full erection, getting the rat to grunt which turned into a hum of pleasure from the gentle teases the inches were receiving. Sliding back and forth with his fingertips, Casey got a feel for the inches, sliding along them and watching the foreskin move along with them. 

Precum was already leaking from the tip and started to drip down it. His sliding fingers got wet and sticky from it clinging, the feeling of it alone was enough to make him shudder. Further sinking in his lust, the goat wrapped his hand around the cock proper and started to stroke it. But while doing so he was using his thumb to gently rub left to right over the leaky head. The added stimulation made Silas grunt even more, sending shocks of pleasure through him. It was obvious to him that Casey was really needing this bad. The goat was running his finger all over, doing even more on top of that to coax out more of his precum. 

Silas had plenty of pre to give, all coming from his fat balls. He wasn’t even pent up, but naturally able to produce so much. The more that Casey did, the more of his palm got coated in the fresh and hot musky fluid. Casey’s hand eased back so he could drag his tongue across the palm, getting a full taste for the rat’s virility. Failing to not moan just from the taste alone, the goat felt his need rising all the higher, further fueled by the sight of more precum slowly oozing out another thick line of the fragrant clear fluid. 

“Man, you really do need it badly, don’t you?” Silas asked as he watched the goat clean away the mess in his palm, only to go for more, having a small smirk on his face as he reached out and gripped the firm length with purpose, moving his mouth in close to lap his tongue over the tip as the rest was stroked. Doing this got Silas moaning out all over again while Casey received more of the flavorful fluid on his moving tongue. 

But already he was wanting even more. His tongue was slipping past the precum-soaked helmet and underneath the musky foreskin. Now he was really letting himself act on his feelings, showing his more daring side by taking on the stronger, sharper tangs of flavors from the sweat and other elements trapped between the tip and the wrapped skin. He took it all on, early lapping and swirling his tongue all around the tip, receiving more precum directly that glazed his tongue. 

From there Casey put his focus on worshiping the rat’s foreskin, all but making out with the end of the cock as he licked and sucked, letting out various sounds of enjoyment just from the tastes and smells alone. He already couldn’t get enough of it and expressed that by wrapping his lips around the tip as a whole, making even louder and sloppier sucking sounds while his tongue was still moving about and an almost continuous amount of delightfully salty precum was coated the tongue even more along with the foreskin-trapped sweat that added another layer to his enjoyment. 

Once he got his fill there, Casey unexpectedly withdrew his tongue from the foreskin but pushed his head forward, taking much more than just the tip. Just after Silas’ louder moan there was a hand pushing down on the back of the goat’s head, getting a handful of his darker vanilla colored untamed hair. Having his head pushed down so suddenly and roughly, Casey groaned against the manhood but it was a sound of approval. Casey missed this more than he realized; welcoming the sting of his throat getting stretched around so many inches all at one time and suddenly having his nose pressed firmly to the entirely musky crotch, all but buried into the black and dense hair. Already Casey could feel the heat and slightly sticky wetness that was rising from the area. Just one direct inhale was enough to make Casey’s whole body tingle, causing him to let out an even louder muffled noise. 

“I know you want it bad so let me help you out,” Silas said, keeping a grip on the kneeling anthro’s head, pulling it back then pushing forwards, dictating the pace. 

Casey worked with the pace that Silas wanted but had control over how much he moved his tongue along and how much of the musk he was taking in when his nose was close enough to the rat’s crotch. From the way it smelled, tasted, and filled his throat, all while pulsing with so much strength, the horned male felt his whole oral passage getting slathered in the abundant precum. He was made to keep swallowing down the excess of fluid as it started to fill up his windpipe along with the inches. This was all done as Silas was controlling the movements of his head. 

Already Casey was getting the hang of the rat’s size. His lips wrapped around and got a soft hold on the firm skin that was pumping back and forth against them. He made sure to especially keep his tongue moving the whole time, lavishing the underside with as many tender licks as he could manage, still swallowing down the precum as it came, making the tightness of his throat all the stronger. He loved it most when his head was pushed down, giving him the dual sensations of his throat being stuffed while his nose was also stuffed into the rat’s crotch fur, giving him the chance to directly inhale more of the addictingly strong musk. 

“Fuck, that’s it. Just keep throating it. Just like that,” Silas directed him. 

Casey just mumbled something against the shaft in response, still putting the majority of his focus on the cock itself, the goat was taking the chance to lap up all the musk and sweat that he could but kept finding more to coat his taste buds in. Strangely as he felt himself sinking further into the excitement and musk, Casey felt like his head was becoming clearer. A part of him was still feeling conflict and guilt about what he was doing; on his knees and sucking off another guy that wasn’t his boyfriend of so many years. And yet, everything he missed about Desmond and much, much more was being given to him right now from this guy he literally just met. 

As he kept up the mouthwork, Silas was making Casey’s head bob even faster. And in time with that the goat was moving his own tongue even faster as well, still swallowing all the precum that he had to give. As his throat was tightening from all these gulps, Silas was compelled to push even further, his breath coming out all the more ragged from his whole body tensing. 

“Fuck... Here it comes..!” the rat at least warned before he slammed the goat’s head down again but kept it there. Casey was first and foremost concerned about taking in more of the grungy crotch smell before he noticed that the cock in his throat was throbbing much harder than before. 

The reason why became apparent as there was a strong jet of cum shooting right out from the tip. And though it was already deep in the goat’s throat, he felt the passage filling up with hot and thick cum before it started to flow back over his tongue, giving him a taste of the rat’s true load, being even more potent than he anticipated it being. On top of that the seed itself was being pumped out with strength, being one thick shot after another. 

So Casey had to start swallowing more and with greater strength than before, feeling the fluid sliding down the rest of his throat and into his stomach. As this was happening, both Casey and Silas were groaning together. The rat was reveling in the pleasure of blowing his load while Casey was receiving a kind of fulfillment from getting said load. He took every bit of cum that the rat could give, loving its taste and the force of its expulsion. Even as he swallowed as much as he could there was still some leaking past his lips and trickling down his chin, getting onto his shirt and even his vest, marking them both in not just the gooey fluid but its distinct scent. 

Silas took it upon himself to wrench the goat’s head back and with his cock still throbbing, the next shots of his cum were blasting all over Casey’s clothing. They were still strong and fat streams that splattered onto the fabric in gooey splotches that had more of the rodent’s strong musky smell attached to it. Casey let himself be marked on the outside as he had been on the inside, feeling the stickiness seeping through his shirt and into his fur. And when the last of Silas’ load came the rat made sure to point his cock at Casey’s face to baste it in his seed as well. 

“You look good like that,” Silas commented as the last dribbles of his seed came from his cock. 

Casey was still on his knees and panting, taking in all the feelings and scents that were coursing through him. His entire body was tingling as the cum was still warm on his clothes and fur. And of course his own cock was raging hard and leaking so much pent up precum onto the floor. 

“Here, let me help you up,” Silas said, reaching his hand out again. Casey took it and was standing back up on his feet. Reaching out again, the rat took hold of his clothes and started to take them off. He was already nude from the waist down but having his vest and then his cum-marked shirt slowly lifted from him was making him feel all the more exposed. 

“Not bad at all,” Silas remarked, his eyes scanning the goat’s form up and down, taking notice of the thick fur under his arms just like his crotch. “You’ve certainly got the look. You’d look real good right next to me.” For extra emphasis the rat pulled them all the closer together, having their erections and their chests touching. 

Of all things he could have done, Casey’s nose was working again, picking up on the rat’s smell all over again but he was drawn to it, leaning in and finding that his muzzle was hovering over Silas’ chest, breathing in the other male’s aromatic essence. 

“Oh, you like that?” the dealer asked with a snugness in his voice as he watched Casey nod in response. “Well don’t be shy...” 

Taking those words as permission, the goat pressed his lips to one of the pecs, feeling the average yet slightly firm amount of muscle underneath the rough grey fur. Once the initial contact was made Casey went ahead with flicking his tongue over the nipple, humming as he got a taste for the sweat that clung to it and the surrounding fur. And while he was licking Casey’s nostrils were constantly flaring to take in the potent body odor.

“Mmmm, that feels pretty good,” the rat praised as he watched the other male work. Casey was becoming all the more excited the more he did, evident by the licks on his nipple being aided with tender sucks. While doing so the goat’s tongue continued to swirl around the hardening nub, lapping up all the sweat he could in addition to giving pleasure. There was plenty for him to taste, a sharp bitter tang that the punk goat found so appealing. And once he felt the first was given enough touch, Casey eased back but pushed his mouth down onto the other nipple, picking up where he left off with the force, coating his tongue in even more of the flavor, fueled by more of it along with the scent and the low hums coming from Silas. 

It didn’t take long for the wetness already present on the rat’s chest to be first replaced by the goat’s saliva but it was becoming more from there, the fur soaking it up. Even when he was done with the hardened nubs, Casey kept his muzzle near, sliding his way towards Silas’ underarm and the rat responded by lifting his arm, giving his newest customer the room he would need, looking forward to what he would do. 

Wasting no time, Casey pressed his tongue right to the rat’s grungy underarm, immediately being struck by the force of the sweat-swamped area. The heat that radiated from it and the sharpness of the appealing reek of not being cleaned away and left to build like the rest of the body... Casey’s whole body shivered from the rush that coursed through him. Being a more contained space, the strength of the pit musk was much stronger than the chest’s. After a bit of sniffing from a small distance the goat just shoved his muzzle right into it; wetting his own facial fur with the denser sweat and having his nose pressed firmly to the dark pit fur that had soaked so much up. 

As he inhaled the strength of the musk directly, Casey felt the pleasant light burning of his nose and slightly dizzying feeling that filled his head. He moaned directly against the space while gently nuzzling into the pit’s cleft, smearing its abundant sweat and light grime onto his own facial fur, marking him in the rat’s potent aged and built upon musk. That was all before Casey just ran his tongue along the muggy area, getting a taste for the sweat that had a much stronger flavor than the pit’s. And yet he moaned out right away from it. Tracing along the skin and combing through the thicker fur, the goat let his sense of taste be stuck with the bitter yet greatly appealing flavor. Moving tongue all about, Casey worshiped the pit with growing passion and listened to the pleasant hums that came from Silas.

He did it until he had his fill with the first but pulled away and got right to the other one. Without pause Casey stuffed his face under the other arm where all the smells and tastes were “fresh” and in their purest form, striking both senses with full force that had him moaning directly into the reeking space, letting himself be marked in the sweat both fresh and old, loving the added rank, punchy element that made his nose naturally wrinkle. 

Silas kept himself quiet and just watched as the goat was lavishing the swampy space with full enthusiasm and passion, running along any area that could be reached. Casey clearly couldn’t get enough of it, keeping his tongue constantly moving and his nostrils taking in the added bite of aged grimy sweat that remained no matter how much he licked. Even when he pulled away again the smell was just as strong in his nose, which was glazed with a clinging filth of rat pit grime. 

“Hehe. Now it’s my turn...” Silas said with an edge in his voice that made Casey immediately excited. 

Doing what the rat told him, Casey was kneeling on his couch, his hands planted on the cushions with his ass jutting out, giving the rat a full view. Looking back with an eager expression on his face, wordlessly telling the rat to approach him. 

Silas closed the distance and planted his hands on the other male’s shapely rear, groping his mounds and spreading them. One hand remained on the cheek while the other gently traced over the hole. He felt it wink but also felt the wetness of sweat that clung to the rim. “Ooh, nice...” 

“I didn’t shower after work,” Casey pointed out with a small, almost awkward chuckle. 

“I only wish it were stronger,” the rat responded as he got in closer with his own muzzle. He took in the smell of the goat’s ass sweat and like the crotch the goat’s butt had some denser fur to it, plenty to soak up sweat with. He made Casey gasp when his face pushed right in between the cheeks and almost right away, there were the swipes of the rat’s tongue lapping over his rim. And now it was Silas’ turn to take in the flavor of the goat’s sweat, finding the amount was just plentiful enough. During that Casey felt the tongue’s slides up and down, shivering and moaning from the pleasure that it brought. 

The rat didn’t just lap at the hole itself but the surrounding area, brushing his tongue through the denser fur surrounding, collecting the stronger tastes of soaked up sweat. He explored while also smearing his own saliva about, making the area all the warmer, wetter, and even a bit sticky. Silas took his time exploring and treating his senses, getting a good sense for what Casey had until he felt it was time to move things along by pressing his tongue against the rim itself, pushing against it enough to make the ring of muscle expand, welcoming the wet muscle in. 

Once he was in, Silas wasted no time licking at the soft, lightly sweaty walls, smearing his saliva about and all over the sensitive surfaces, giving direct stimulation to the goat who was now panting. Silas heard it and continued exploring Casey’s insides while savoring every little bit that he could get. As he kept licking, reaching his tongue in even further, Silas’ lips were pressed to the spread him and he began to suckle on it as well, giving himself even more of a taste while also inhaling as much as he could. 

On the receiving end of it all, Casey was trembling and his cock was pulsing with desperation. There was already a wet puddle soaking into the cushion from how much precum he was leaking. It just felt way too good for him. Needing this so badly intensified all of those feelings, getting to the point that he almost couldn’t stand it. And then the tongue pulled free, leaving his hole wet and winking with a need for more. And he felt Silas easing away entirely, the rat getting up on his feet. 

“You said you have a boyfriend. Not that I really care. But we’ve gone this far already. Wanna stop before the best part?” Silas asked teasingly, making his meaning clear by tapping his cocktip to the goat’s wet rim. 

Casey did weigh his options, remembering his boyfriend but also how neglected he felt. And just this short amount of time he was spending with Silas. It was bringing him back to those peak days with Desmond, but even more than that. Like all of his hopes and thrills were finally being made a reality, just with someone else. He remembered what Silas said before, about Desmond not being hurt by what he didn’t know... 

“Don’t hold back. I wanna feel all of it,” Casey said firmly. 

Silas grinned, using one hand to pull one of the asscheeks to the side and using the other to guide his cock in, already having the tip pressed to his rim. From there he just needed to push further, spreading the rim further. They groaned together as Casey’s hole was practically swallowing up the rat’s length. Silas was already thrusting in, shoving more than half his cock in from the start. 

Just like that, Casey’s walls were being spread much further than what the tongue had done and the length that Silas packed made sure that it was reaching in deep as well. With another thrust the rat shoved the whole of his cock in, knocking his crotch against the goat’s furry backside. And once he was fully in, Silas took hold of the other male’s body, getting some of his weight on top before he started thrusting in and out, making a point to slam his cock in firmly every time. 

“Damn, you’re so tight...”  the rat panted as he rammed his way in, loving the way that Casey was already squeezing down on him. 

“F-fuck me!” Casey pleaded with a near desperation. He couldn’t keep himself from moaning out with full volume. With how long it had been, his insides were unprepared for the size that was stuffing him full and pounding into him with such force. And during all of this he felt Silas grunting and grinding against him, still barreling his tip in deep. 

This was already so much more than what Casey had imagined it would be, his body being overloaded from the multiple sensations that were coming from this... Spots so far within him were being touched firmly, further stimulated by the shaft’s throbs and the hot precum that was getting smeared all over his walls. Even now when the next thrusts came they were paired with deep wet noises. On top of that, the hazy musk of Silas’ body was wafting down onto him, being strengthened by the rat’s efforts, tainting the air around them. His body was getting rocked against the couch, ending with the smack of the rat’s big, plump balls knocking into his own pair so roughly. 

“How’s it feel?” Silas asked, running his hands along the goat’s body. Casey was taking everything that was given to him, his voice coming out with some strain but there was a smile on his face. He was more used to a gradual buildup, starting out slower and softer but only getting really good when the dog was close. But Silas was going even harder than that from the start, the sharp claps of their bodies meeting harder echoing across the apartment. 

It had yet to be touched by either of them but Casey’s own cock was throbbing and leaking so much from his overfull feeling balls; the fluids getting milked out by the firm pushes against his prostate and they weren’t easing up with the passage of time. The rat was maintaining the speed and force, if not putting even more into it. They all came briskly and with such force, leaving him to endure it all. It was more than he ever took in his life and he was loving it. 

“That boyfriend of yours never made you feel like this, has he?” Silas asked, talking about Desmond. He didn’t need the goat to answer that. The moment Casey opened his mouth, Silas was going in even faster and harder, making the claps of their bodies meeting all the louder and frequent. Casey still had no idea how he was lasting through all of this but he also didn’t want it to end any time soon. 

“N-no, he hasn’t!” Casey managed to get out. And even saying that brought a rush of shame but also a rush of dirty arousal that made him want all of this even more. Knowing it was wrong was making things all the better. 

Liking that answer, Silas leaned more of his body on top of the goat’s, barreling his cock all the way in, making his thrusts rapid, stroking all of the more sensitive spots over and over again. And more fluids were coming from them as well, filling up the horned male and being spurt onto the couch. Casey just took deep breaths and took in all the feelings; the physical blows of their bodies and balls meeting, the shocks of his prostate getting rolled over, and the growing intensity of the already harsh musk. As best as he could, Casey started to push himself back against Silas, wanting the cock to go as far as it could manage. 

“Man, you’re getting me close...” the rat growled, grinding his sweat body atop the goat’s. He noticed something in the corner of his eye, being the blinking of Casey’s phone that was left on the couch. It was left on silent but the blinking screen was of an incoming call with the contact name ‘DESMOND’ with a heart emoji right beside it. 

Reaching out and grabbing the phone, Silas didn’t just answer it but made it a video call, holding up the device at an angle for the receiver to see, all while Casey was too focused on the pleasure to notice. 

“Ready for the load?” Silas asked as he leaned back but kept thrusting at the same rate, making sure the wide eyed dog was seeing. He could feel his cock pulsing all the harder, ready to release at any moment. 

“Yes! Fucking load me up!” Casey yelled out, wanting nothing more in the moment than the rat’s load again. 

“C-Casey!” The deep yet shaken up voice of Desmond rang through the phone, making the goat go wide eyed beneath his thick hair. “W-what are you doing?!” 

Silas of course didn’t stop and Casey was still moaning from what he was doing. Hearing his boyfriend’s voice through the phone, the goat felt an icy stab at his heart but the pleasure and rush was so strong. Somehow hearing Desmond’s voice was turning him on immensely. He didn’t say anything, letting the rat still rut into him until an extra strong thrust came that ended with his cock being buried fully inside. 

The rat gave a knowing smug look to the phone before throwing his head back, huffing and baring his teeth as he felt his balls drawing up, pulsing together as they were surging more of their potent seed through his cock. It came out hot and rich from the opening. He loudly voiced his orgasmic bliss, letting Desmond hear how good it felt to seed his boyfriend. And as they came Casey felt the strong and thick jets filling him up. 

There was so much of it coming out, quickly making Casey feel full. As his throat had gotten deeply marked with cum, Casey’s tailhole was also getting flooded and his walls heavily marked in the clinging and strong smelling seed. There was already some of it trickling past his spread rim, leaking down the back of the goat’s balls. With harder throbs and bigger spurts, Silas was really cumming deep and forcefully into the squeezing hole, keeping the pressure on the goat’s prostate while also bathing it in sticky heat. 

Just from the feeling of getting filled with so much cum and knowing that Desmond was seeing all of this...Casey was yelling out from the unexpectedly strong force of his own climax. Gripping the cushions tightly as he started to cum, his hole squeezing all the harder, to which Silas started to grind his hips against those squeezes, letting them milk out more of his loads. All the same time the goat was shooting his cum onto the cushion, his body spasming and eyes rolling from the pure strength of ejaculating like this. It was the hardest he had ever cum and he kept himself pushed back against the rat, feeling the throbs of them both continuing as they released the last of their respective shots, both sighing deeply as they started to come down. 

Silas made a point to re-angle the phone’s view so that Desmond could see him pulling his cock free; tugging it from the gripping hole with a loud and wet slurping sound and what followed was a thick ooze of the seed spilling free, glazing the goat’s taint and the back of his balls even more. 

“Hey, Desmond right? How’s the work going?” Silas asked in a friendly tone but with a smug look on his face. 

“Who the fuck are you?!” the dog asked with shock and fury through the phone. 

“I’m just the weed guy who’s fucking your boyfriend. He was practically begging for it,” Silas said as he brought the phone back up to look at the canine’s angry face. “And it looks like he still needs some more. Hehe. Feel free to watch.” 

Gripping and angling his still-hard cock with his free hand, the rat found his mark again as Casey kept himself in position. Spreading his legs wider and planting them to the ground, he shoved his way back into the hole that swallowed up his dick in one go. With a low groan Silas thrust his way in right away, going even rougher from the start than before, not just rocking the goat but making the couch he was leaning against rock as well. 

“Take it all in...” Silas said, talking to the canine directly. “This is your boyfriend... Moaning out like this from my dick. And he hasn’t told me to stop once.” 

On the other end of the phone. Desmond wanted to say something but his mind was drawing a blank as he continued to watch the rat ramming his way into Casey, hearing the goat moaning out in a way that he hadn’t in a long time. He could call off work, claiming an emergency or at least end the call but he did neither. He remained sitting in his chair, feeling his own cock getting hard in his pants. And not just that, but his erection was raging: harder than it had ever been for a long time. 

It still hurt to see Casey with someone else of course but clashing with that was a tremendous amount of arousal, heightened by knowing that he shouldn’t be getting aroused by this. Silas was pumping into him firmly, his cock being seen sliding from and past the rim of his goat’s hole repeatedly. He wasn’t just focusing on his partner but taking in the whole scene with growing awe, his eyes scanning over the nude rat’s body as it was moving, firmly rutting and knocking into Casey’s backside. 

Along with the smacks of their bodies meeting and the moans from both, Desmond was also hearing the wet sounds of Silas’ cock plunging into the already seeded hole. With the mix of hurt, shame, awe, and arousal all getting stronger and mingling together, Desmond’s hand was moving before he realized it, touching his own erection that was throbbing in his pants. He groaned from the rush and pleasure it brought him but his eyes remained glued on his screen, watching as the rat and goat were still going at it and Casey was moaning out all the louder. 

On his end, Silas was just basking in how tight Casey still was. His hole was firmly gripping and squeezing even harder on top of that. Even with being bred before and having so much cum inside, Silas still felt like the hole was trying to suck him in. It was made even better with Casey pushing himself back in time with the pumps, clearly wanting more and more of what the rat had to offer. So wanting more pleasure, along with deciding to show Desmond what he could really do... The rat redoubled his efforts, leaning his body over Casey’s as he rapidly slammed his way in, grunting with a more dominant tone of voice while the goat was gasping aloud with a higher pitch. 

“Let him hear it,” Silas said. “How good it feels to be fucked by someone who really knows what they’re doing. And fuck, you feel so good. How about you stick with me? You won’t go wishing for a good fuck. And I could use some added hands for my operation. Sound good, Case?” 

“Mmmrph... F-fuck! I-I’m sorry, Des... But he’s so good and I’ve been waiting for...nngh...f-for so long...” Casey panted with an added desperation in his voice. He knew it was wrong but just having Silas hear for an hour or two made him realize what he had been wanting for all this time. How long he had he spent desperately wishing for something that he felt that only Desmond could give him. But Silas was living proof of that not being the case at all. This complete stranger was giving him everything he was wanting and more, even giving an offer to go with him... 

“Just sit back and relax,” Silas said to Desmond, who was still watching the screen even with a hurt look on his face. “Cause I’m gonna show you how it’s done.” 

Silas was all but completely on top, thrusting all the faster and huffing aggressively as he rapidly pounded into the all but wailing goat. “Yes, moan out loud for me. You feel how hard I’m thrusting in? Fuck, it’s shoving your whole body.... That hole of yours is just sucking it all in. Come on, babe. I’m getting close. Beg me for this load. Beg me to fill you up again!” 

“Please, give it all to me!” Casey yelled aloud without a moment’s hesitation, meaning every word of it. 

“Oh fuck yeaahhhh....” Silas moaned deeply as he slammed his cock in extra hard and kept it there as his balls were drawing up, sending surges of cum through and out of the cock. From Casey’s end he felt another rush of hot and musky seed bathing his insides. Joining what was already so far into him, the goat’s nails were tearing the fabric as he felt himself getting flooded all over again while the cock in him was pulsing and grinding over his prostate. That was enough to make the horned anthro shake and shoot his loads against the front side of the couch, making the piece of furniture even more of a mess. The rush of another climax just from his ass getting fucked and filled had left Casey a panting mess that was slumped against the couch while Silas was still unloading the last of his jizz, letting out a groan as he tugged his cock free and gave it some firm strokes, grinning as he shot the rest all over the goat’s back and onto the couch as well. Desmond didn’t know it but the smells of sex and rat were heavy in the air and now his couch was marked in it as well. 

“Guess that’s that,” Silas said with a chuckle. “I’m sure you’ll be all heartbroken about losing your boyfriend so I’ll leave you some good stuff to get you through it.” Giving away some free product was a small price to pay in exchange for having someone as good as Casey around. He gave the bulldog another good look before ending the call, leaving Desmond blinking and processing everything that just happened. 

When Desmond did get home, Casey was indeed gone and so was some of his stuff. He of course tried to call the goat but he wasn’t picking up. Of course he could go to the store where Casey worked and see if he was there. But after all that had just happened, what could he even say to the goat. Naturally he felt hurt and angry but there was also a part that felt this would never have happened if he had been the boyfriend he was supposed to be. Sure he worked as hard as he could for their sakes but all the stress that brought...he would come home and take it out on Casey in a way. Even when he knew the goat just wanted to be close to him, he would push him away...


Silas was true to his work in taking Casey in. Silas at first offered the shack that he had found and made his own home. But in time, with the goat being put on Silas’ route and helping him out with selling. That along with still working his job, in a short amount of time the goat had enough money to get his own nearby apartment. He had expected Silas to get bored and eventually move on but the rat kept making appearances even when he had no real reason to. They certainly weren’t boyfriends but the rat was more committed than Desmond had been. 

Silas encouraged him to be how he wanted. If Casey wanted to be the grungy street crawler type then he should go all the way. Casey took that to heart and started to change up his habits. He became more proud in working up a natural sweat and started to bathe less. His choice in clothing became more overt with ripped shorts, a tight fitting tank top that got a long tear in the middle from a  fight he had gotten into, and the hair atop his head had become even more overgrown. He became more familiar with the city streets and the various connections that could be found there. By now the goat was overall scruffier and a bit tougher now that he had his own rep. But he was also much happier that he was able to get out and do what he wanted without waiting for someone else. 

He met with Silas at the shack, which became their little base of operations. The  rat was of course glad to see him and gave him the rundown of what he had in stock and the regulars who would want  them. They always sold to them first. Given the supply and the route, Casey nodded and went along with his way, determined to make himself some money but to also hopefully earn himself a bonus from the “boss...”