Act i.

“This is so fucking stupid” The freshly-minted, teenage goat boy mumbled to himself, pushing his long drape of bleached white hair away from the black patch of his left eye and tucking it behind the oversized spade of a left ear. 

The train smelled more of metal and a riot of furs instead of the usual stale urine and plastic. Which was a relief. Iron and ozone burned as the train sped around another gentle curve and the goat boy clutched the cold metal bar tighter. The gigantic bodies of other furs, all at least a full foot taller than him, gently bumped his small form. Even as he had finally crossed the threshold into adolescence, his body was still only four feet and five and a quarter inches high. He ate like a demon, but still couldn’t cross the 70 lb. threshold. His legs and arms looked almost ridiculously long as he was bumping his way through his first real growth spurt. His arms were skinny enough that jokes were made about breaking them, but below the waist he was starting to gain some muscle and extra girth which pacified his self image a little.  

“Sooooooooo…” Charlie drew out the syllable while typing something into her phone, “You gonna do this thing or not?” 

“Are you serious?” The goat boy asked staring at the young rat next to him on the crowded train and gripping the guide poll tighter to prevent his arm from shaking. The rat boy had to be only 8 or 9 years old and Kyle just couldn’t. Not with him staring. “There are way too many fucking eyes on this train.” He shook his head, flinging the long drape of white hair back out of his left eye. 

“C’mon, Kyle…” She soothed looking up from her phone for the briefest second and meeting his oblong irised eyes. Her emerald colored eyes seem to sparkle in the heart shaped face that came as a genetic given for many red pandas. The high-gloss, neon green lips intensified her eyes as they bore into his brain, “You said you wanted to help and this would get me a TON of views.”

Kyle looked around again and felt his small, fluffed tail vibrating against the elastic of his gym shorts. A few tinny rings came from his crotch. He shoved his free paw against the bulge in the front of the shorts, the Swift motion only causing more gentle tinkles to sound.

Charlie started giggling in her hand and went back to her phone. The big brush of tail that was nearly as long as she was tall swished along both their legs as she sat back in the molded plastic seats. Kyle took in her festive outfit for the third time since they met up. The tight hoodie which showed off a considerable amount of her curved, but muscular midriff, was styled to look like a downy, red-brown reindeer, complete with plush horns on the hood. The zipper was working hard to contain her b-cup breasts, which spoke more to it being a size or two too small for her actual frame than the size of her bust. Though it worked well to make a nice cleavage smoosh. Tight metallic green shorts over white and green striped leggings showed off her long, thick thighs and shapely calves which were partially covered by green leather boots. 

Even though she was barely a year older, she was a solid foot taller than the goat boy. They had been best friends for so long it seemed they knew each other since birth. But in the last year she had discovered an employment opportunity that had caused them to drift apart. At least until she started asking him for help. At first it was some simple post-production stuff for her videos. Then it was designing her site and social channel graphics. Organizing her schedule. Her camming had paid off enough that she was able to buy her own brand new smartphone. Kyle also received a hefty cut as she considered him a full partner now. Her parents thought the money was coming from ads from her video game livestreams. They had no idea that she also did most of those in various states of undress as she only let them access her SFW channels. 

“This is not what I had in mind as ‘helping’.” Kyle snipped back, embarrassed by the whine in his voice, “and I only agreed because of your insulting me into an idiotic attempt to prove some false sense of masculinity.” 

“It’s about the only way to get you to do anything but play video games.” She quipped in a bored tone still typing away on her phone. 

The train stuttered as it pulled into the next station, which caused Kyle’s whole body to jerk and another muffled amount of tinkling from his crotch to cascade through the metal canister. The train emptied out quickly, which he had silently been hoping and trying to wait for. Scanning the car, his face flushed as he saw not quite enough furs got off. He brought a paw up under the sheath of white hair to run across the still rough edge of his broken left horn. It was a nervous tick that had developed over a year of waiting for it to grow back so he’d have a matching pair of 4-inch long swept-back bone protrusions again. 

Pure ice water  streamed down his spine and he found his muscles lock involuntarily. Someone was watching him. The studded leather choker around his neck felt too tight instead of comfortably snug. His paw had frozen as it had been sliding down along the shaved side of his head. 

On instinct his golden eyes darted along the train, expanding to give him a panoramic view. His gaze narrowed, honing in on the threat through genetic memory. Towards the still open train door. Just beside it. And he locked eyes with a tall,shabby wolf. He had moved off the train and come back on after most of the passengers had departed. Kyle had a moment to take him in. Hunched over, trying poorly to hide what had to be a near seven foot frame. The goat boy guessed maybe in his 40’s, or just a really tired 30’s. He had a pleasant warm gray coloring to his fur which grew darker nearer his body and lightened the longer and scruffier it got. There was a dark crimson scarf draped loosely around the fluff of his neck. Fluff which was exploding from the top of the collared shirt under a cheesy Yule sweater. Jeans that were starting to wear through the knees, but still acceptable enough to pass as suburban boring or business casual. Not that there was a difference between them. But the eyes. His eyes were so blue and light it was like looking into living ice. 

The goat boy felt blood rush up into his cheeks and averted his gaze fast enough to twinge his neck only a bare moment after the wolf had done the same. 

The doors of the train closed after an eternity of letting cold air blast into the car and they were off again. The train jumping out of the station with a stomach dropping lurch and then speeding across the tracks over two stories above the city. The goat boy watched the cityscape he had only partially grown up in go whipping past. Some days he missed the rural life. 

His scooter of thought slammed into a power pole as he felt paw pads softly dance across his exposed knee. He looked down the skinny plane of his body hidden under multiple layers of t-shirt and sweaters. Well, only two sweaters today as it had turned out to be an unreasonably warm day for midwinter. The top sweater was thick and black, of course, and way too big for him. The left side of the neck opening hanging off his shoulder, the collar attached with safety pins. It had come with the bottom cut into artful tatters that would give a glimpse of his tight, white downy-furred belly when he raised his arms. Under that was a thinner, tighter sweater that almost fit his skinny frame that was grey and black striped. Under that was his only concession to Charlie to makes things more festive, which was a bright red t-shirt that red “DIE.” in slab, black letters across the front.

Charlie’s soft paw digits danced along his knee and then slowly slid up the inside of his downy furred thigh. She kept the movement steady as her paw disappeared into the loose opening of his black gym shorts. Kyle felt his head swim a little, though he couldn’t be sure if it was from her touch or the joint they had smoked before getting on the train. Her pads gently traced a figure eight into the soft fur of his thigh, just under the only part of his body-- other than his ears-- that could be considered overgrown. Every now and then the back of her paw would brush against hiswhite furred sack and cause the bells to jingle. 

Lost in the comforting stroking, he almost didn’t hear her murmur, “So, my lil’ imp, the train cleared out quite a bit.” 

She was staring up at him again. She even used the stupid pet name he would never admit he loved. They would never date, he didn’t believe in something so mundane and monogamous. But whatever they had started sharing after that night they had got drunk off a stolen bottle of whiskey and started being a little too honest was something he wasn’t willing to ever consider losing. 

“Yeaaaaa….” Kyle muttered, procrastinating and trying to focus on her paw. Willing it to move up just a little bit more. 

“Strof says if you don’t do it he’s gonna let me fuck his ass for the next month.” Now her tone returned to being teasing and bored. 

Kyle’s eyes shot open as his flat teeth ground against his palette. She typed on her phone, ignoring the gaze. So that’s who she was texting, “Tell that faggot I got something to shove up his sloppy hole.”  

She shot him a quizzical look, “Poor choice of words, poppet.” she emphasized the last by swiping a single digit across his taint, “Considering what you were hoping I'd do to your ass, that's a bit of a zebra calling a tiger ‘stripes’.”

Charlie was staring hard at him, leaning so far forward that he could feel her hot breath through the thin material of the basketball shorts. His cock had been poking free from the mass of sheath for most of the ride due to the harness, but now he felt it start to chub up proper. 

Then he saw her eyes turn mischievous. Something in her eyebrows and expression, and the way she was obviously holding her phone in a manner to record a video in the proper orientation, gave him a split moment of warning. 

But it wasn’t enough to really do anything. Not enough time to stop it. Kyle later wasn’t even entirely sure he wanted her to stop. Her paw had been slowing moving back down the inside of his thigh and when it grabbed the bottom of his basketball shorts, he knew. She pulled with such force that he was pretty sure they were ripped from his body all together. 

In a blink, the teenage goat boy was standing on a train with a bunch of furs staring right at him and lacking any clothing between his waist and trainer covered hooves. They had a moment to take in the boy’s package, his pale pink cock was extended to it’s full 4 inches and glistened in a thick covering of precum. His white furred sheath was excessive, as was the giant sack beneath which was roughly the shape and size of a large orange. But the thing that was probably most eye-catching was the bright red leather harness which strangled the loose skin of his sheath. It's straps met two gold rings at the base, one digging into his shaft and the other wrapping the base of his balls. Along the bright red leather straps were small gold bells which. even as the goat boy stood stock straight, the motion of the train caused to ring gently.

In a sudden blur of movement, Kyle put his paws behind his head, bent his knees a bit and began to shake his bits violently enough to make a cacophony of jingling through the entire train. 

“DASHING ON THIS TRAIN.” His voice cracked as he screamed the lyrics. 

“AS WE ALL STARE IN DELIGHT
HOPING TO ATTAIN
A CREAMY TREAT TONIGHT

BELLS ON BALLS DO RING
TAKE MY NUTS BY THEIR BASE
OPEN WIDE AS IF TO SING
AND SHOVE THE WHOLE SACK IN YOUR FACE”

Kyle felt the train pumping brakes as they were speeding into the next station. His voice squeaked as he started the chorus,

“OH, SUCK MY BALLS, SUCK MY BALLS
AS I MOAN AND BRAY
KEEP YOUR PAW OFF MY SHAFT 
BECAUSE THAT IS REALLY GAY!”

The doors opened as he held the syllable in ‘gay’ and started running. One paw attempting to pull up his shorts as he moved. A maneuver that almost caused him to fall face first into the concrete. His other paw shot out, his palm stinging as gravel dug into the sensitive thin fur. He bounced back up and kept running for the stairs. 

His shorts were mostly back on, though he was still making a jingling racket, as his hooves took the stairs two at a time. The fluffy wedge of his tail was stuck on the elastic and he pushed it through the appropriate hole once he made it to the bottom of the stairs. He slipped behind the concrete stairs, in between a soda machine and a bench, to catch his breath which was coming from his black lips in short, hard bursts.

Holy shit, he kept thinking to himself. Holy shit I did it. 

Act ii.

“KYLE!” he heard Charlie’s strong voice echo through the station. Her boots made a clomping sound coming down the concrete stairs. 

The goat boy’s giant ears swiveled as he heard her stomp on the landing. Then her bootsteps turned away from him as she muttered a shit and kept looking. She’d probably find him soon enough, but she deserved to sweat a bit. 

He reached into the gym shorts and was shocked to find what was left of the blunt from earlier and his Bic lighter. Considering what he just survived, he felt he more than deserved this as a reward. As he sparked the spliff he couldn’t believe how embarrassing that was, and was really confused about why it had made him even hornier than usual. At 13, he was basically a giant pile of hormones ready to stick, or more often be stuck, by just about anything. But that. That had been something totally different. His digits played in the sticky, wet mess the front of his shorts had become. He had drooled so much precum that it looked like a juice bottle had exploded in his lap. 

He only got three good puffs off the spliff before he heard the announcement for a connecting train pulling into the station. He didn’t want to risk anyone on the train he had performed for catching him, so he decided he’d grab the train on the other track and swing around. Charlie could just have to worry a bit longer.

His thick thighs pumped hard to carry him back up the other staircase two at a time and yet he still almost missed the train. Hitting the landing, he saw the conductor was already shutting the doors and he forced his legs to pump faster than he could remember to make it through in time. 

He did, but barely, getting caught for a moment on the shutting doors and causing them to jitter. The action threw his tiny form forward into the car, right into a denim covered crotch. He shook his head as he moved away from whomever he had just accidentally groped. It wasn’t his fault every other fur was so fucking tall. 

Looking up the line of the long body, his eyes locked with the wolf from the train where he had just performed his little show. Kyle’s body went full rigid. He felt blood rush into his head until it throbbed and felt like a twenty kilo weight on top of his neck. 

The wolf stared down and felt his own body flush. He’d never in a million years tell his strict, conservative predator family-- and most days not even himself-- that this goat boy was everything he wanted. Everything that appeared in his darkest, most masturbatory fulfilling dreams. He had planned to go home after the horrific office party he was forced to attend and jack off for months thinking about the show that kid put on. That is if he could overcome the hilarity of the goat boy’s song getting stuck in his head. And then, out of nowhere, the kid just bounced off his crotch. The wolf was so hard the layers felt like a coarse membrane his cock was painfully trying to escape from. 

The boy swayed as the train curved around a bend in the tracks and the wolf thought he might just hit the floor as his body drifted to an acute angle. The wolf’s free paw shot out as his right paw gripped the metal bar above him tightly to brace the weight of both bodies. He needn’t have worried as the boy felt about as heavy as the wolf’s messenger bag on a work day. 

The grip of the huge, strong paw was enough to shock Kyle out of his daze. With instincts of someone short who’s rode many trains through the years, he reached up and grabbed the first solid thing he could find to try and rebalance his body. That happened to be the homely wolf’s forearm, a forearm that was deceptively firm under the fur. The boy’s other paw swept the plait of white hair from his face as he tried to mumble an apology, but only managed to nearly let drool dribble from between black lips that  felt swollen and clumsy. 

The train descended the tracks into a tunnel and with the darkness, the air itself felt sucked from the metal enclosure they were in. Kyle's eyes darted around and found there was only one other fur on the train. And he was all the way at the other end and slumped loosely in a pose of slumber. Lights along the tunnel flipped by at a strobe-like pace, adding to his sudden vertigo. Kyle took a deep breath to try and right his brain. 

This turned out to have the opposite effect. His nostrils were filled with the scent of the big wolf. His musk was sharp, a cacophony of scents lits up familiar parts of Kyle’s brain. There were the familiar strong odors of ginger, cedar, mint, and chalky fur spray. Just under all that, there was less familiar markers for the bite of alcohol, the wool blend of the sweater, a metallic tang on his heated breath of the various meats and accompaniments he consumed. Then deeper still Kyle found the chemical tang of hormones that signaled all the blood that could be spared to be pumped to the wolf’s crotch. And from that throbbing bulge pressing in time against the front of his soft jeans, the tang of precum. Kyle wasn’t even sure if he was really smelling the wolf’s, or his own at that point. He took his paw off the wolf’s forearm to stroke against the left side of his head, shaved to fine bristles.. What the fuck was in Charlie’s weed. 

The train bucked and Kyle’s hooves left the floor for an instant. He attempted to steady himself as the car jerked to a stop. It threw Kyle’s skinny body against the wolf’s sweater covered fluff. His midsection was thick, but more solid than Kyle had expected. Without realizing it, the goat boy had grabbed the sweater and an end of the scarf as the train came to a full stop. In the next moment the light in the car flicked out and the train was only lit by the soft orange glow of the lights in the tunnel. 

The speaker above their heads crackled, “Uhhh….” Came the conductor’s confused, gruff voice, “We’re uhmm…” She continued and then found a thread to hold onto, “We’re going to be standing for a little while due to a signal mixup.” The speaker crackled out and then buzzed back to life as she added in an afterthought, “We’ll be moving again shortly. No worries.”  

The goat and wolf stood pressed against each other. The lines of their bodies hilarious in their size difference. Kyle disengaged his paws from the wolf’s clothes and tried to move away. His body was not listening. He just stood there. His head filling more and more with the scent and heat of this big wolf. This big wolf just standing in front of him. Who had seen him shake his junk bound in a harness covered in jingle bells. He looked up at the wolf’s face again. 

The soft orange lights made his features stronger. The sharp muzzle covered in soft white fur which became darker as it melded into the rest of his broad face. A leathery black nose twitching like coke fiend needing a fix after a few weeks dry. Those ice blue eyes were looking down at him. They were hungry. They were so very hungry. 

The wolf caught himself as he was drinking in the small goat boy through smell alone. The visual components of his brains started fleshing out the picture. Long, silk white hair pushed away from a broad, blunt nose and those oblong irises swimming in pools of bright gold. Swept back horns, though the left one was broken and it was obvious the kid used his hair to hide the fact. Even under layers of sweaters he was so skinny the wolf was afraid if he moved too fast he might break him. His eyes shifted towards the sticky floor of the train as he could feel his heartbeat pushing against the front of his jeans. He didn't know why, but he felt like he should say something, “Uhmm…” he started brilliantly and followed it up with an even more clever, “I liked your show.” 

Kyle’s face changed from embarrassed wonderment to a teenage scowl as the stupid wolf said a very stupid thing. He put his paws on his hips and cocked them as his tail flicked thrice in sharp movements, “Ah, I see, hoping for an encore huh?” 

The wolf licked lips that were suddenly so very dry. His head was starting to swim as his body was pulling all blood, even the stuff he needed, into his cock, “I definitely wouldn’t say no.” 

Act iii.

Kyle’s brain was buzzing with a mix of hormones, pot and for some reason, the embarrassment he was still feeling. The thought of teasing this wolf made his cock bounce in his loose gym shorts. Which was audible to both of them in the now near empty, silent train. The tinkling sound caused a lopsided grin to appear on the wolf’s face. 

Kyle scowled harder as the wolf’s dopey expression half pissed him off and half added to his embarrassment. His paws whipped out to grab the ends of the wolf’s crimson scarf. He pulled as hard as he could and was pleasantly surprised to see the wolf’s muzzle drawn down towards his own. “Maybe I should see what I’m working with first.” He murmured, small pink tongue making a show of tracing his plump lips. 

The wolf audibly swallowed and near stumbled as the goat boy released his scarf from a surprising strong grip. He dug a paw into the fluff of his neck to loosen the scarf as he straightened up.

This brought his crotch right under Kyle’s chin. It was hard to ignore the throbbing bulge that seemed to be wrestling from inside it's denim prison. The boy’s paws moved on their own as he reached out and grasped the bright brass zipper. It flashed in his paw, catching what little light there was. Kyle was deliberate as he pulled on the clasp and tried to make each tooth of the zipper ring as loudly as possible as it was released from it’s partner. He stared a challenge up at the wolf. The wolf meanwhile stared down with wide eyes, jaw slack and slobbering. . 

The smell grew stronger as the zipper reached the halfway point over the pulsing bulge. Kyle sucked in the scent and instantly didn’t care about how wrong or embarrassing this all was. He stared up into those icy blue eyes as he kept pulling. Something thick and heavy flopped out from the opening and splattered warm, thick liquid across his left eye and cheek. 

Kyle reached up and swiped the back of his wrist across his eye. He saw thick pre smeared across his fur and a thin strand still connected back to just under his eye. The wolf shrugged one shoulder. Kyle reached out his pale pink tongue and licked the pre from his wrist. It was sweeter than he expected, but still a bit astringent, almost like vodka. 

Then Kyle’s gaze took in the massive organ jutting at least eight inches from between the denim prison. It bounced up and down with hard, rhythmic beats. The boy’s paws couldn’t help but trace the ridiculous proportions of the wolf cock. The many jokes of canine’s and their red rocket like members seemed epitomized in this case as compared to the examples Kyle had seen on the internet. It was a comically bloated rocket ship shape that seemed to hum. The middle of the shaft was easily thicker than a soda bottle and Kyle  wondered if it would break his jaw. Even in this light, it was easy to tell the bright red coloration covered in a web of thin purple veins. Instead of fins at the base, there was a softball sized sphere of flesh that seemed to throb larger and larger as Kyle watched. The top of the rocket-cock had been shaved off at an angle to present a smooth, scooped head. The tip of which was a cum nozzle that stared directly into Kyle’s slack mouth. The opening seemed to shiver and a thick, viscous drop of pre was pushed out to dangle off the end in a long strand. 

Kyle’s tongue reached out from his open mouth as his lips tingled. He leaned forward until he could just catch the big drop at the end along the tip of his tongue. He flicked his tongue, causing the drop to bounce around like a pendulum. He cast his eyes upward and caught the wolf staring down at him. His jaws still loose as hot, heavy breaths panted out. His icy eyes now glazed with lust. 

The bloated wolf cock jumped violently and poured precum onto Kyle’s face. Almost a full shot pooled in his open mouth. The goat boy pushed some up with his tongue and let a few viscous drops run out the corners of his mouth and along his cheeks. Then making sure the wolf was watching, he closed his lips and swallowed. The warm, thick pre slid slowly down his throat, coating it in slimy wolf essence. It hit his stomach like a shot of smooth scotch. He couldn’t help smack his lips twice and then lick the remaining residue off. 

While Kyle was enjoying his meal, the wolf cock pumped more and more pre onto the floor. The wolf wrestled himself back from an orgasm from just watching the boy swallow his syrup. His head buzzed with need and lack of blood. It didn’t matter how wrong this was, he knew what he wanted. His big paws reached down and cupped the goat boy’s face. Soft, downy white fur slid along his sensitive pads as his left hand cupped the boys jaw under his oversized ear. His right paw danced along the shaved side of his head. The digits ran into the bumped, hard ridges at the base of his dark grey horn. He loved the delicate small ridges as they slid under his pink paw pad. He felt every small knick and curve of bone and then came to the rough edge of the break. 

Kyle was lost in sensation as the wolf’s huge paws gripped his head. The pink pads so soft and plush gliding across his thin fur. Tracing the contours of bone and muscle underneath. The fur now filling his nose with more scents. A sterile, boring office smell of too many cleaning chemicals mixed with the sugary scent of cookies and dried fruits, but underneath that, the strong musk of the wolf himself. Still tangy. He didn’t know why but he leaned into the inside of the wolf’s left wrist and nibbled his jutting lower teeth and top dental pad into the soft fur and flesh. 

The wolf released a rumbling moan as the boy nibbled, with soft, firm nips into his wrist. The boy’s small hands moved underneath the wolf’s sweater, finding the dress shirt still tucked into his jeans. The goat boy ripped them out so his hands could dig into the downy smooth fur of the wolf’s belly. Two years working in an office had not been kind to him or his midsection. The wolf had spent a lot of time ashamed of having a ‘dad-bod’ at 29, but the goat boy seemed to love the soft, plush fat of the wolf’s stomach which still held its shape thanks to a nice firm layer of muscle. The boy’s small paws dug up through and under his shirt until they started to circle his ribs. 

It was only then the wolf noticed the sensation of downy fur and tight tendons along his still twitching shaft. The boy had slid the fat cock along his neck and shoulder and had begun to rub his cheek along the bloated length. Smears of precum matted the goat’s fur and slicked it into a smooth channel.

The wolf’s hips began to rock before he realized what he was doing. Kyle’s hands slipped back down his back. They circled around to the front of his jeans as he moved his body away from the pulsing member. The wolf’s paws slipped from the boy’s head and seemed at a loss of where to go. He reached both up to grasp the metal guide rail as he waited for whatever the goat boy had planned next. 

Kyle undid the wolf’s belt and then the duo of buttons for his jeans. Which gave him his first view of the crimson, crushed velvet boxers with white fur trim hidden underneath. He couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out. He shot a look up at the wolf who shrugged with a single shoulder and gave that lopsided smile again. 

The goat pulled at the jeans a bit to give him better access, but left the festive boxers in place. His small paws grasped the wolf’s member near it’s tip and squeezed just enough to make the wolf squirm. Kyle could feel the strength of the wolf’s heart pumping blood through those thickening veins. His paws traced the length of the shaft, barely grazing the hot skin, as it constricted and then bloomed into the huge knot. His paws glided along the entire length of the shaft in slow, rhythmic motions. As the boy’s paw neared the tip he would twist slightly and the wolf could feel it in his stomach. The thick coating of precum gave the wolf cock a satiny texture. The goat boy’s paws were working the viscous fluid into a froth near as this as paw soap. 

The giant wolf cock began to throb faster, stronger. The boy moved his paws behind the wolf’s knot and squeezed to slow the building orgasm. The beast rumbled above him in need. The blunt pointed tip came into contact with the goat boy’s lips and he kissed it softly as he tugged behind the knot again. Precum spurted forth covering his lips and chin in a glossy smear.

Kyle’s body slid forward, his paws reaching into the hidden depths behind the wolf’s knot as he forced the cock tip to pry his soft lips open. The head glided across the boy’s tongue. His paws played against the stretched skin of the wolf’s sheath. The fur was even finer than his own sheath fur, but just as soft. His paws continued exploring, following the taut skin that held a sack the size of a grapefruit. As his digits played along the pendulous weight, he found two equal hemispheres leaden with sperm. It was the first set of balls he played with bigger than his own. It was also only the second set of balls he had every played with, other than his own.

The wolf’s cock meanwhile continued it’s journey into the small goat mouth. Kyle’s jaw creaked in his own ears as he reached the halfway point of the shaft. He wasn’t sure which was going to complicate things first. Unhinging his jaw? Or trying to get this huge thing into his throat? 

He turned his head a little, hoping to somehow get a better angle on the thick wolf meat. It didn’t help. He started pulling back and his mouth filled instantly with precum. His adam’s apple worked in quick, rhythmic motions moving the mixture of thick precum and his own drool into his stomach for safe keeping.

One giant wolf paw came out of nowhere to caress the boy’s cheek as Kyle caught himself from gagging. The meaty paw slide along his puffed out cheek and locked behind Kyle’s head, just under his left ear. The ear twitched twice as the digits tickled a little. 

“No, worries.” Kyle tried to think into the wolf’s head with his golden eyes, “I’m not giving up just yet.” 

His hands were still full of wolf balls and he dug the blunt hoof-tips of his digits into the meaty sack. This pulled the wolf cock back into his mouth without moving his own body. His flat tongue pressed into the dull tip and then slid around the side as Kyle sucked on the shaft filling his mouth. Before he reached the point where his jaw ached, he backed off and flicked his tongue over the tip. He gave a spare moment to plug the constant pre leaking from the hole there. Every time the wolf’s heart thumped, it pumped out a spurt with the consistency of maple syrup, but a much deeper, intoxicating taste. 

The goat boy’s head began a gentle bob as he worked tongue and mouth over the first half of wolf cock. He changed the angle a few times, letting the shaft rub against the textured interior of his cheek and then running the tip along the ridges on the top of his mouth. Small tides of saliva and precum ran from the boy’s mouth, yet there seemed plenty for the meaty shaft to glide around the tight, sucking confines of the goat hole. 

The wolf dug dulled claws into the back of the boy’s head as he began applying pressure of his own. Kyle allowed the wolf to lead and soon the beast was all but stabbing half of his cock into the goat’s mouth. 

The wolf wanted more. Needed more. He needed to fill this boy with cock. Shove it deep into his throat. Make him choke on his fat cock. The wolf shook his head and loosened his grip on the boy’s head as he realized the skin was straining from the pressure of his digits. 

Kyle’s lips popped off the wolf meat with a loud, wet smacking sound. His hands came out from the cotton gap of his boxers as he tried to regain his balance. Failing, he fell backward, his knees buckling from over balance. He coughed a few times, wiping his mouth with the back of a paw, and looked up at the wolf confused. 

Kyle was confused. They were building a good rhythm, even if he couldn’t get all of it in his mouth. Why had the wolf stopped? What did he do wrong? Kyle looked up into those icy eyes expecting disdain. Instead, he saw pity. He saw concern. He saw something that he didn’t want to feel. Something he really didn’t want to see right at this moment. And so he reached out and strangled the mass of wolf meat behind its oversized knot and dove his mouth back onto it as if he’d drive it through the back of his head. 

The boy was crazy. The wolf’s head swam as both of the goat boy’s paws gripped his meat behind the knot and squeezed. The boy pulled it towards himself and the pressure felt like he was going to pop the wolf cock like a balloon. The boy was so close to headbutting the wolf’s abdomen with the frenzied bobbing that the wolf was concerned with how to protect himself. 

Kyle no longer even tried swallowing the cum and spit mixing in his mouth. He opened his throat as he had been practicing for almost a year. Locking his knees, he centered his trainer covered hooves, and gave himself a fast three count as he battered his mouth with wolf cock. 

One. His jaw cracked with the extra half inch. 

Two. His black lips burned with the strain and stretch as another inch went in. The tip tickled the back of his throat.

Three. He pushed forward with everything his tiny body had and felt the huge shaft push through his lips. He thought for a moment the sides of his mouth tore they burned so bad. Then he was past, his throat greedily excepting the mass of wolf flesh borrowing it’s way in. His lips slackened enough not to burn as they slid down the rest of the shaft and kissed the mass of the knot. The cock was so hot in his mouth and throat. The lump of the shaft nestled into the back of his mouth and stretched it tighter than a drum top at first, but quickly the pressure started to feel good. 

The wolf’s eyes crossed. Stars exploded somewhere in the primal part of his head. He was sure his paws dented the metal guide rail as he clutched it harder with both paws in case his legs buckled. The goat boy’s throat was so tight. The thick mid-point of his shaft had settled just at the beginning of the boy’s throat. It throbbed there, pushing against thin, slimy membrane supported by bone and tendons. The boy’s tongue began dancing around as his lips kissed and nuzzled the flesh of the wolf’s knot. He needed a moment to make sure he wasn’t going to pass out or cum from the sudden wave of pleasure.

Luckily, Kyle needed a moment too. His nostrils flared wide enough to strain as he made sure he could still get just enough air around the wolf meat lodged in his throat. The pressure was feeling better and better by the moment even as he was growing dizzy from pleasure and minor lack of oxygen. His paws released the death grip on the wolf’s poor sheath. The digits ran through the thin hairs of his groin. Returning to their caressing and stroking of the giant sack. He could feel the wolf’s sperm factories preparing for release and rolling in their now tight confines. The light covering of fur was matted with probably a mixture of all kinds of fluids. The heavy smell of the wolf’s groin filled Kyle’s head as he kneaded those orbs with his small paws. His tongue had slipped out from his bottom lip to lick and trace the thicker veins of the knot that pulsed against his mouth. 

The wolf regained enough composure to steady his powerful legs beneath him. Years of soccer had left him with powerful legs, that even if they’d gone a little soft without all that daily running. Still, they were able to be counted on in dire situations like this. Not that the wolf had ever found himself in a situation like this. Even sorta like this. This was something you pawed off to reading on some deep, dark forum on the net. He looked down at that super pale pink tongue bathing and tracing the veins on his knot. The black lips on a blunt muzzle stretched around the bottom of his thick shaft. Making small suckling motions against his knot. Small paws kneading his nuts. Coaxing them to make more and more cum to feed this little goat boy. Nope. This was definitely happening. 

The thick trickle of wolf essence pumping down Kyle’s throat was beginning to work on him even better than whiskey did. Something in the thick syrup mixed with the cinnamon-ginger-cedar tang of the wolf was lighting things up in his brain he didn’t even realize were there. His cock was so hard that the sheer fabric of the basketball shorts gently rubbing against it was almost enough to trigger his own orgasm. He could feel how drenched the shorts were, but had no idea what mixture of fluids had done the soaking. The gold ring strangling the base of his shaft was biting into his skin, the second ring gripping his balls was pinching just enough to prevent his cock exploding. 

The boy’s brain needed more stimulation. His lips dragged along the length of wolf meat as he pulled his head back. He felt his throat relax a little as the pressure eased off, but it felt like something was missing. Kyle drove back down on the cock, swallowing reflexivity as your body did when you had a massive piece of meat stuck in your throat. This brought a loud rumbling growl from the wolf towering above him. There was a sense of control in Kyle’s brain. He had forced the wolf to make that sound. Again his lips were dragged across the flesh leaving his hot mouth. And again he drove forward and swallowed, swearing he could feel the tip push a little closer to his stomach. The growl was louder this time. 

The wolf couldn’t believe this kid was deepthroating him. His last girlfriend hadn’t been able to manage that even after almost a year of trying. Then she decided she didn’t want to give him blowjobs at all anymore. Fuck her. His brain was soaked in endorphins and predatory thoughts as the goat’s speared himself on the wolf cock in a building rhythm. The need to own this boy started building again. His arms shook with the strain of pulling on the guardrail to stop himself from grabbing the small head and skullfucking the shit out of it. 

The wet sounds of the wolf’s cock working in and out of the tiny mouth intermixed with the boy's muffled gagging and moaning echoed in the metal confines of the train car. Kyle’s rhythm had built to a good steady deep throating pace. It was as fast as he could comfortably manage and still be sure he was able to pull enough air in through his nostrils to keep him conscious. The spiked choker around his neck was digging into his skin as it was stretched to its limit. He kinda wished Charlie was here to film this. He could only imagine the ridiculous bulge this wolf’s cock was making in his throat. The goat stopped stroking the wolf’s boiling nuts so he could touch his throat and feel for himself. It was insane. The muscles in his neck were bulged out and he could feel the cock moving in his throat. His other paw slid easily under the elastic of the shorts and he was almost shocked by the jingling sound that was made when he started fondling his own huge balls. 

The wolf was losing himself to the chemicals flooding his brain. His tip probing the deepest parts of this small boy’s throat. The goat boy’s lips sucking and smashing onto the knot which now felt like it was a burning bright iron bathed in the mass of fluid they were both producing. The small paws leaving his nuts pulled them through the cotton opening of his boxers. They swung freely in the stale air. His hips had already started to move, causing the pendulous orbs to tap a steady cadence against the goat’s chin. 

Then he heard it. The soft jingling sound. The boy playing with his own tiny cock. The wolf’s paws came off the guardrail and gripped the small bone protrusions atop the boy’s head.

Kyle’s eyes shot open as he felt the big, meaty paws grab the base of his horns. Not roughly, but enough that he was pretty sure he knew what was coming next. One small paw had been pawing the wolf cock through his throat as the other kneaded one of his giant testicles. His paw fell away from his throat and he gripped his balls tight. Waiting for what he knew was coming. 

Kyle was correct. The wolf wasn’t totally sure what he intended, but once he had a firm hold of those horns, his hips knew what to do. The big wolf balls made sloppy, wet slapping sounds against the boy’s chin as his hips crammed more and more wolf cock into the goat’s throat. It felt like he was desperate to force the tip into his stomach. Or maybe just tear him in half, the thick meat drilling through his entire body. The feeling of the boy’s throat stretching and resisting the invasion of his cock was making the wolf near delirious. He couldn’t hold on much longer but something in him was driving his hips faster. Harder. Oh shit. He wanted to knot this goat’s mouth. 

The sheer thought drove him nearer the edge. He had a tight grip on the goat boy’s horns and was smashing his lips in time with the powerful thrusts of his hips. A frothy, viscous mess stretched along the shaft on every withdraw and made a loud, sloppy sound as it drove back in. It was splattered all over the wolf’s groin and torso like being hit repeatedly with a water gun. The goat boy’s face was plastered and dripping in the mixture of fluids. 

The wolf’s body began to bend forward, forcing the boy the bend at the waist as the wolf’s grip continued to smash the boy’s face against his jackhammering groin. This had the accidental effect of creating a clearer path from the boy’s mouth to his throat and immediately the boy found that gigantic, burning hot knot pushing past his lips.

SHLURP! SHLURP! SHLURP! SHLURP! SHLURP! SHLURP! 

Kyle’s jaw cracked and ached as the wolf was brutally skullfucking him. The grip on his horns caused the back of his head to ache. So much fluid was sloshing around his strained lips that it sounded like someone slapping water with a belt. His arms had gone limp as his brain began to panic from a mix of oxygen deprivation and a sudden knowledge that if that knot got stuck behind his jaw, there was no way it was coming out before he suffocated. The wolf’s hips were a mad blur of action as he crouched over more and pulled the goat boy deeper into his crotch. Fireworks started going off behind Kyle’s closed eyes and he focused on just how full his throat felt. How hot the wolf cock was. How good it tasted. 

The wolf was lost in his lust. The boy was nothing more than a sleeve to shove his cock into over and over. Deeper and deeper. The boy’s body  dropped to the floor of the train car and the wolf smelled the unmistakable scent of urine. The boy’s lips and throat  grew looser and the wolf’s hammering hips managed almost half the knot into the boy’s slack mouth on the third slam. 

The scent filled his brain with knowledge of how much he had owned this boy. His prey. His beautiful, sexy, warm, wet prey. His brain drowned and his balls burned with need. With one last thrust he felt the boy’s bottom teeth scrape along the back of the giant knot and a loud metallic snap as the wolf found a few extra millimeters in the goat boy’s throat. The wolf cock jammed the new space full and his balls unloaded. It was as if someone turned on a garden hose as cum blasted from cock tip. Lodged deep in the boy’s throat, the wolf cock pumped at least three giant loads directly into the boy’s stomach. Then the wolf let go of the boy’s head. 

Kyle’s legs  kicked out from under him as his brain tried to prevent him from drowning. He gulped the thick mass of liquid in his throat with fast motions of this throat muscles as his eyes fluttered back open. His throat would clear just in time for it to be flooded again and cum bubbles started to form in the goat boy’s nostrils. He coughed and gagged as the wolf cock was dragged from his mouth. A waterfall of cum drained from Kyle’s slack mouth and flexing nostrils. The goat boy was splayed on the floor of the train car, his palms in sticky pools of mixed fluids. When he managed to clear his eyes of tears and cum he saw the choker, it’s button clasp twisted from pressure until releasing violently, floating between his planted paws.

The wolf was going to pass out. He had never had an orgasm like that. Ever. Black and white dots swam in front of his vision and he lurched towards the bench seat which  seemed so far away. One step. He bounced off the side of the train car. A second step. Yep, there it is. Dirty cloth covered plastic seat. He let his body flop down like a sack of potatoes and his head simply rolled back. 

Act iv.

Kyle got his knees underneath him as he coughed up two more big, chunky globs of sperm. His brain started up enough functions to keep him alive, but was still flooded with need and lust. His cock was still steel hard and he was literally swimming in wolf cum. He tore his ruined sweaters and shirt over his head. He grabbed handfuls of the cum he kneeled in and brought his paws up to his face. He smeared it around his mouth, letting thick strands run off his chin and make small rivers down his sternum, ribs, and soaking into the band of his shorts. He brought his digits to his mouth and licked the thick, warm cream from them. It tasted like the wolf smelled. His head throbbed and for a moment he reached up just to make sure what was left of his horns were actually still there. They were. He sighed. 

The boy looked up and saw in the orange light that wolf had collapsed on the bench seat. The tower of wolf meat flopped across a thick thigh with those still big balls rolling around in a sack a bit looser, softer… but not completely soft. The big wolf muzzle pointed upwards as his head hung loosely over the back of the seat. That huge red and purple tongue lolling out of one side. 

Kyle felt his crotch twist. He was still so fucking horny. He hadn’t actually cum. Maybe it was time for this wolf to get a taste of him. 

He pulled the drenched gym shorts off as he stood on legs that shook with the effort of holding his weight. After a few moments of making sure his legs would obey him, the goat boy stood on the seat, carefully placing each hoof on either side of the wolf’s hips. The boy leaned down as the wolf started to realize what was happening. He tried to lift his head, Kyle’s golden eyes locked with the wolf’s still dazed ice ones. Then in an instant the boy thrust his blunt, cum-smeared muzzle against the sharp cleft of the wolf’s. The boy’s tongue was like a live eel digging, searching into the wolf’s mouth. The wolf was quick to reciprocate, his own flat, broad muscle dueling easily with the boy’s much smaller, but quicker one. The wolf could taste himself soaked into the boy. Into his fur. Into his spit. Into his very essence. He had claimed this boy and nothing could change that now. 

Kyle shivered as he dragged his tongue along the pointed incisors and sharp canines of the wolf. His tail vibrated behind him in the open air and caused his cock harness to give a couple sharp jingles. Pulling away from the wolf muzzle, the goat boy’s body stretched out, his arms pulling the blanket of hair above them as they stretch out. A tremble ran through him as if he’d taken a long, deep drink from a crystal clear stream. In the throes of his shudder, his hips thrust forward right into that wedge of a muzzle. The wolf’s leathery nose twitched as it drew in the thick scent of the tight, leather wrapped package shoved against it. 

The boy’s bits clanged, literally thanks to the bright red leather harness. The tiny golden bells cold on the wolf’s nose. The wolf drew in a deep breath and his head was  filled with the smells of his boy. Soaked in his own fluids, but underneath it, he could smell the goat. First there was the acrid smell of the urine his bladder had been forced to spill when he passed out. Then there was the sweet, citrus tang of the boy’s precum which had been pumping out of his small four inch bit for quite awhile. He was so young. He smelled of youth, of green grass, of sandalwood. He smelled so good. 

Kyle’s paws dug into the thick fur of the wolf’s cheeks and ground his muzzle into his leaking cock and swelling sack. His member was comically small compared to the wolf meat which still twitched between their legs. The boy measured from time to time, but still wasn’t able to even make it to four and a half inches. Super smooth pale pink shaft with a big head that was now deepening with purple shades. The crown ridge bumpy and slightly hooked upwards. The loose skin of his sheath being held back by the harness actually helped it look a little longer. Thinner than even a regular hot dog, he knew it wasn’t ever going to be his greatest asset. He didn’t care though. His balls were huge and the wolf might be one of the first furs he’d even seen who could make more cum than him. 

The wolf’s muzzle parted, thick saliva clinging to sharp teeth, to accept his little cock. The wolf flicked it around with his broad tongue. Then wrapped his tongue around the shaft and pulled it into the blazing hot cavern. The wolf took a  moment to rub it along the top of his own mouth, mimicking the goat boy’s own technique since he didn’t really have any of his own. The wolf looked up the line of the goat boy. His fur was as white as snow, with a dark black splotch over his left eye marring the brilliant pale expanse. The wolf’s big paws grasped the boy’s skinny calves which he now noticed were also blotched with black mottling and then travelled up the thicker, well muscled goat legs. Kyle shivered again as those big paws kept moving, slowly, further up until the wolf was cupping the big, tight butt of the boy. The wolf squeezed, hard. Appreciating how muscular it was for how big it was. Almost perfect half globes with skin stretched tight across the powerful muscles which twitched beneath the wolf’s digits. The fur that covered the flesh was so short and soft that the wolf lost his rhythm just enjoying the amazing ass in his paws. 

Kyle was very aware of how awesome his ass was. But that wasn’t what he wanted the wolf focused on. Not yet, at least. He grabbed behind the wolf’s ears which broke the dreamy look from his face.

The wolf took the hint, but was becoming increasingly self-conscious about his lack of skill and experience in giving blow jobs. Then his tongue found something that felt kind of familiar. The mass of loose sheath skin at the base moved around as his tongue probed at it. The harness caused it to bloom out enough that he was able to dig his tongue deep into the fold of skin and this felt more familiar to his muscle memory. The boy seemed to appreciate it as well. 

Kyle  felt the wolf’s strong tongue dig deep into the folds of his sheath. The tongue swirled, and flicked the mass of flesh as goat cock’s head rubbed along the top of the wolf’s muzzle. The crown of his glans catching and jumping along the ridges it found there. Kyle’s body shuddered and a girly moan escaped his slack mouth. His balls grew tight and he felt the muscles in his abdomen contract. 

The wolf dug deeper and deeper into the sheath skin. Pushing his spit and the boy’s own precum into the craveses the leather harness allowed him to access. He’d flick the boy’s hard nail every couple of licks, pushing golden bells out of the way and enjoying the different texture of leather and shaft. The wolf felt to boy’s glans bump the entrance of his throat every swallow when too much fluid built up. The boy’s balls were huge in comparison to his cock. Only slightly smaller than the wolf’s own orbs. He remembered how good it felt to have the boy playing his own nuts. He opened his cavernous maw wide and rolled his tongue out like a red carpet. Scooping up the heavy scrotum, he pulled it inside his juicy mouth and began to suck on the orbs swimming within their skin sack. 

Kyle’s brain exploded, but a smaller explosion. He grabbed the wolf behind the ears as his balls were pulled into that warm, wet cave. His didn’t want it to happen so fast, but there was no stopping it. His hips gave three jerky humps and he felt his own load spilling out across the back of that suckling wolf tongue. 

The wolf was shocked. The boy just started cumming like he had hit a button. Cum pumped from the small cock in short, but powerful bursts. The first shot coated his tonsils, but he caught the rhythm and was able to swallow with each heavy load the goat boy pumped into his mouth. It was like doing shots and after the tenth pulse, there was only a small dribble of liquid from the tip. 

Kyle’s hips continued to give arrhythmic jerks as he rode the orgasm. It was like cumming before you wanted after edging for hours. It felt so good, but also a little disappointing. After the thirteenth spurt which was barely any fluid, the wolf lets the boy’s shrinking tackle drop from his muzzle. The drop made every single bell ring on the harness which Kyle had almost forgotten about. He noticed his shaft had softened, but not much as the sheath started swallowing it back up now it had some extra slack in the harness. 

Without giving the wolf time to recover, Kyle made up his mind. He removed the huge paws from his ass and spun his body 180. The boy recentered his hooves to either side of the wolf’s hips, raised his spade shaped tail and bent his legs. The muscular globes pulled apart to reveal the sensitive pink flesh ringed hole between them. Kyle was so glad he had cleaned himself thoroughly, though that had been cause he hoped Charlie would peg him with her favorite horse dildo for letting her humiliate him. Kyle’s brain sidetracked again, realizing he forgot about Charlie. But there was no time for that as he felt a super heated breath impact his opening and flow along his taint. 

The wolf breathed in the scent of freshly cleaned boy ass still mixed with the boy’s other scents. The black and white tail quivered as he realized he had pushed a single long hot breath from his parted jaws directly onto the boys tiny hole. The ring of muscle quivered and began to wink at him in pulsing, guttural need. The hole seemed so small. Far too small for even a single of his paw digits to work into the opening. But the boy definitely knew what he wanted. 

As nice as it was to feel the wolf’s hot, predator breath rolling across his most sensitive flesh, Kyle did know what he wanted. Without warning he leaned his hips back and shoved the wolf’s muzzle directly between his full ass cheeks. The wolf’s nose was still somehow ice cold and made the boy shiver as it impacted directly on the wrinkled skin of his hole. The wolf snuffled a few times which caused his ring to twitch as it was kneaded against the sensitive leathery flesh of the wolf’s nose. 

The wolf was shocked and suddenly his nose was filled with nothing but goat boy hole. It twitched and jumped and the muscled ring quivered as if it might try and suck his nose in. That idea wasn’t as gross as it should have been, but the wolf wasn’t really thinking anymore. His tongue shot out, with the intent of licking his lips, but instead it made a broad, slimy trail along the boy’s taint. 

Kyle squirmed as the wolf licked at his taint. The bells jingled with a frenzy as his balls and hardening cock swayed. His hips ground against the wolf muzzle wedged in his crack. He didn’t care how girly his moans sounded, he was panting and moaning like the bitch in heat he was. 

The flat tongue started making longer trips. Reaching just behind the boy’s pendulous balls, tracing a slimy trail across his protruding taint and ending with a flick across his squirming hole. Soon the licks grew shorter and the wolf would twirl his tongue along the tight flesh holding that sweet hole closed. The thin fur was plastered to the skin, soaked in a new mix of juices. The muscled ring  relaxed under the onslaught. The wolf felt the ring of muscle start to give as he urged his tongue against it. Spurred on, he began digging his tongue deeper and applying more and more pressure. The ring struggled, shuddered, and began to give way under the siege. The wolf was getting into eating out this boy’s ass, but needed to breath. Pulling back just enough to take in a deep breath, which pulled those leathery lips back from sharp teeth. Kyle shoved his ass back into the wolf’s face in need. They both felt the pointed tip of the wolf’s left incisor catch inside the ring of muscle trying to contract. It pulled ever so gently and wedged itself into the closing iris. 

Kyle shuddered and moaned, “OH FUUUuuuuuck,” as he felt the sharp enamel prevent his hole from shutting. His ring hugged the bony protrusion as the wolf shifted his head so his tongue could bathe the ring of muscle in even more molten hot saliva. The tooth pulled his ring open as the wolf nuzzled his muzzle deeper into his ass. Kyle shuddered and reached back, pulling his cheeks as far open as the tight skin would allow. Then he pressed his hips back hard on the wolf muzzle. 

The wolf felt an opportunity as the boy spread his cheeks and the ring of muscle spasmed open again. As the boy’s ass pressed hard against his muzzle, the wolf ran his tongue up along the tooth still hooked inside and started to force it’s way past the ring. The boy’s voice gurgled as he felt him try and open his hole to the writhing invader. But the tongue was kept out again and the boy grunted. The wolf sensed another push coming and was ready for it this time. Not only did he push his tongue forward, he grabbed the boy’s hips and slammed them back on his own muzzle. 

“FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS.” Kyle moaned in a high tone as the giant living muscle of the wolf’s tongue shoved its way past the tight ring and lodged inside his colon. It writhed inside of his sensitive, needy hole like a snake on cocaine. 

The boy’s hips shuddered as the wolf licked the velvet interior of the boy’s guts. There was a far too small rubber band now constricting the half of his tongue that had made it inside the boy. The wolf heard the  jingling first as the boy lost balance. Big meaty paws with rounded claws dug into the boy’s bony hips and steadied him. The wolf found himself force feeding the boy’s ass to his own struggling tongue. He pulled the boy back so he was sitting directly on the wolf’s upturned muzzle. 

Kyle regained his senses as the pleasure of feeling something so alive inside of him caused his brain to float on a sea of hormones. He was sitting on the wolf’s maw with his tongue digging deeper and deeper into his guts. With each writhe and push it got just a little bit deeper. Kyle’s raw throat emitted loud, constant moaning mixed with the gentle jingles of the harness, which was becoming uncomfortably tight again. His paws ran along the flat plain of his stomach until they found the tiny nubs of his nipples. They were so small they looked more like skin tags than nipples, but he had found how super sensitive they could be. His digits pinched and pulled on the tiny flaps of skin as Kyle could feel the wolf’s sensitive whiskers tickling the inner curve of his muscular globes. The cold nose was lodged so deep into the base of his tail he was surprised the wolf wasn’t sneezing. His hips began to grind his ass deep onto that pleasurable wolf muzzle. He imagined his hole stretching wide enough to swallow that muzzle completely. 

Looking down at the quivering rocket of wolf meat, he thought his hole might have to if he hoped to stick that rocket where it really belonged. 

The wolf was really getting into his meal. Licking the smooth, shivering inner walls of the boy frantically as the goat boy ground his ass against his face. His nose was full of deep, erotic goat boy as it shuffled deep into the down fur at the base of his twitching tail. The wolf’s own brush of tail was thumping out a steady rhythm on the bench seat beside him which seemed to accompany the boy’s moans and jingles in a frantic melody of lust. 

The wolf quivered as small paws grasped the length of his shaft. It still hadn’t returned to full hardness, but the boy seemed interested in fixing that. The wolf continued pushing his tongue deeper, but had reached the root of his own muscle. He flexed and licked, opening the boy up wider and wider. Tasting the sweet and tangy mucus coating his fuck chute. 

Kyle rubbed and slid his small paws along the massive length of wolf cock. He leaned forward, making sure his hole was still planted firmly on the giant ribbon of tongue imbedded in it, and reached out with tongue to play along the shovel-like head in front of him. The precum had started dribbling from the flexing tube again. The boy splayed his digits as they released the mass of flesh, stretching the syrupy substance like strands of a web between the thin digits. He brought his paw towards his mouth, careful not to let the strands snap. Connecting his own lips and the tip of the wolf meat through the substance. He followed the strands back to their source, pushing his lips out as he shifted. Finally they contacted the super heated flesh and began the briefest kisses along the pulsing tip. Then the boy pointed his tongue like a dagger and pushed it into the opening drooling such intoxicating nectar. It didn’t get very far, but it forced precum to spray out, coating his chin and lower lip. 

The wolf couldn’t believe the boy was shoving his tongue into the slit of his cock. He resisted the urge to pump his hips and smash his dick into the goat’s throat. But the new angle had opened his rear entrance and the wolf realized he was able to get a little further into the boy. His tongue began to work more frantically as his lust began to overtake him again. His jaws opened as wide as he could force them, strain he could feel at the top of his skull. His bottom teeth scraped across the boy’s taint as he gobbled, nipped, and slurped into his backside. 

It felt as if the wolf’s tongue was licking his brain. Kyle’s eyes rolled back into his head and he forgot the cock in front of him for a moment. His legs shuddered and now the jingles were louder and losing rhythm. The boy was panting as he began bouncing on the wolf’s open muzzle and exploring tongue. He was in a frenzy. His body on fire. He needed to be taken. To be possessed. To be filled. 

The wolf thought he might actually cum again just from eating out this boy’s ass. It was a meal like none he ever had before. Then the tight globes were pulling away from his face. The wolf’s tongue dragged along the boy’s inner channel but the entire passage of muscle. When the tongue audibly popped free, a stream of saliva followed from the small gape of the spasming ring. The pink muscle around the boy’s hole was redder and puffier,  which made it look even more inviting. 

Kyle steadied himself as he straightened his back out, but didn’t release the thick wolf cock from his grasp. He centered himself on the very end of the train car seat and bent at the knees again. He hung his head down to aim as his hips dropped in a slow, steady arc towards that massive red rocket. At first he smashed the spongy tip against his taint. He rubbed the slimy head across it, the small seem of fur still visible and flicking across the pointed tip before raising up and fixing his aim. This time the shovel tip dug gently into his loosened hole. The saliva and precum made everything incredibly slick, but Kyle wasn’t sure it was going to be slick enough. 

The wolf’s bright blue eyes were wide as he watched the goat boy lower himself on his fat shaft. The boy missed and shuffled, and the cocktip made contact with his slicked hole. The wolf reached out to grab the boy’s hips and suggest maybe it was too much, but the boy pushed his paws away. The boy ground his wrinkled hole along the shovel-like tip. He braced himself against the metal wall with his right arm and had a deathgrip behind the wolf’s knot with his left paw. The wolf watched, amazed as the boy put more and more pressure against the tip. The tip that parted his puffy hole. 

Kyle’s death grip on the base of the wolf cock kept it stiff enough to stay in place. It was still a little soft, but he wanted to get as much in before it fully hardened. It would make things much easier. He felt his hole pried open by the first inch and already his guts burned and protested. This was ignored as he was too horny to properly register pain. He applied more pressure with what body weight he had and felt the tip slip. It  jammed along his taint to smash into the back of his balls like a blunt spear. That was not what he wanted. 

The wolf winced as his tip justled a few of the small golden bells and then jabbed the boy’s full sack. As the goat boy reset and got the cock back into position, the wolf reached out a paw and replaced the boy’s own. He took a firm and familiar grip behind his still soft knot, only about as wide as his cock at the midpoint for the moment. He placed his thumb onto the bulb and pressed enough to help his cock retain more rigidity. He rubbed the tip across the boy’s sensitive hole, watching more pre pump out and get smeared around. 

Kyle guided his hips back after the wolf took a firm hold of himself and felt the tip playing along his puffy ring. He pushed out on his guts while pushing down with his hips and felt the first inch slide back inside with little resistance. Then he took a breath and pushed it from his mouth in a measured way, like weightlifting. The boy pushed back with mounting pressure. It felt like his ass was being wedged open by a road cone. He made it as far as he could until his breath ran out and the burn of muscle cut through his lust haze. Then he slowly raised up until he could feel the tip tickle his inner sphincter. Another deep breath and back down as he slowly released it.

The boy had to be a pro, the wolf thought. Watching in amazement as his tiny hole was spread by his thick shaft. The boy would slowly raise up, his hole being dragged backwards and looking like a sucking mouth as it slid along the bright red cock. Over and over. Slow and steady as quarter inch by quarter inch the massive wolf cock was swallowed by the boy’s fuck tunnel. He picked up speed slowly. Excruciatingly slowly. The wolf did everything he could to resist grabbing the boy by the hips and just driving the rest of his shaft into the blistering hot, silken passage. 

The burning in Kyle’s guts was turning into a pleasurable warmth. The cock lodged inside his colon was digging into the muscle like a firm massage. It coated the passage in a thick layer of wolf essence. Kyle felt himself picking up speed as the cock was beginning to throb and twitch against the stretched band of muscle. Muscle that was still confused it wasn’t supposed to keep this piece of wolf meat out. The boy knew he was running out of time and started giving three of four shallow bounces followed by a deeper, grunting push of his hips. 

The tiny goat hole spasmed as it was now swallowing over three inches of wolf cock. The wolf could only watch amazed as the boy would give a couple of shallow bounces and then slam his hips down hard. The wolf’s hips started lifting in time with the hard push. Trying to force more of himself inside that delicious, needy hole. 

The rhythm was working. Kyle was sure he was nearly past the thickest part of the tower of wolf dick. He took a quick look underneath him, just to check how far he was making it. Bending that far over, doubling his midsection,, he felt his foot shift from the seat. He went to place it back on firm plastic, but it found only air. 

The boy had shifted, trying to change the angle. The wolf reached a paw out to help his balance but the boy’s hip was  just not there. Time slowed as the goat’s left hoff slipped off the edge of the seat. Bringing the boy’s full weight crashing down onto the wolf’s lap. The missle of wolf meat rammed through the goat’s guts like a spear. The soft insides wrapping themselves around the intruder and squeezing like a boa. 

Kyle thought he was gonna puke. His eyes rolled back into his head. HIs vision filled with blanks spots. His ass was on fire. His insides were twisted and cramping. He was afraid he was going to die. Then he felt his ass pressed against denim and crushed velvet, his back snuggled into soft wool. His brain restarted like a computer after a crash. Complete with jingle as his body shivered and the bells on the harness rang out to accompany the ringing in his ears. A weird sound came from his throat as his guts rearranged themselves and welcomed the intruder which was thrust into his core. He felt the cock throb and beat in time with his own heart. As if it was reminding his heart how to beat properly 
The wolf had one paw on his hip and wrapped around his chest. Kyle’s small body was engulfed by the wolf’s as his meat beat a steady life through both their bodies. 

The wolf couldn’t believe the sensation of being fully embedded in this young boy. He was sure his cock had come out the boy’s belly button, but a quick play of paw across that tight slab of muscle yielded no tears. It did find a very large, obvious bulge just under the goat’s outie belly button. The wolf thought that shit only happened in crappy animated porn. He pulled the boy close to his own large body. His bulk nearly swallowing the boy into him. The boy began to squirm and the wolf relaxed the protective death grip on the boy’s small body. 

Kyle grabbed the strong arm across his chest as the wolf began to pull away from his adjustment. The wolf was quick and again hugged the boy against his chest as Kyle realized the small squirm of his hips made the giant shaft slide and push against his inner walls. The pain was already passing. Replaced by burning need. To be filled like this forever. To be possessed like this forever. With this wolf’s massive cock constantly embedded inside his guts. He would mold his body into a permanent cock sleeve for his wolf. HIS wolf. He squirmed again and this time some of the shaft pulled free. Even that small amount made Kyle feel too empty. He reached down and tried to pull his body back onto the bit of cock that had escaped. 

The boy squirmed, sliding against the wolf’s torso. The motion sending electric jolts through the wolf’s cock, into his balls and then exploding in his brain. It felt like the boy’s insides had rearranged to create a perfect coiling, squeezing, opening for his cock. The boy shifted too much and the now loosened hole let some cock slide out. The edges dragging across a surface slick with so many fluids it didn't really matter which were which. The boy reached between their legs as if to try and shove it all back inside. The movement ended up having the opposite reaction as more cock slid from the boy’s stretched guts. The wolf gave a gentle pump of his hips and his cock glided back into the small boy. 

Kyle’s head dropped back as his neck went limp and he made a guttural moan. He didn’t know if he could ever use a dildo on his hole again. Nothing matched a real, throbbing, beating cock. The wolf pumped his hips slowly, the massive cock massaging the boy’s guts. Kyle felt like it was rubbing all his internal organs. 

The boy’s body went limp as the wolf began to pump his cock into the tiny form. The wolf adjusted his own torso so the unbroken horn on the boy’s head could slide beside his neck. His hips began to pick up speed as he held the boy’s body against his full torso. Strands of precum coated his thighs and began to add a wet slapping sound to the bells mad jingling with every strike of his hips. 

Kyle looked down the length of his body and was shocked by the bulge pushing out the tight muscles of his stomach with every thrust the wolf made. Impressed with himself at somehow succeeding in swallowing a rocket ship with his ass, but concerned about his internal organs no matter how good they felt. His body was starting to regain some control of his muscles as the wolf’s thrusts were already becoming faster and more frantic. The boy’s cock had gone flaccid in the moment of invasion but was now coming back to life in it’s leather prison. 

Then,  things went sideways. 

The wolf was lost in the sheer pleasure of shoving his cock over and over into this small boy’s warm guts. His hips were moving automatically as his tongue lolled out the side of his mouth. His breath came it sharp pants. The boy made soft mewling sounds as he squirmed against the fluffy expanse of the wolf’s chest and stomach. The wolf’s massive paws squeezed his tiny torso, trying to swallow him into the wolf’s mass. The bliss was interrupted by a sharp stab his brain registered over the pleasure. His thigh spasmed. The muscle cramped. He rolled his body reflexively and extended the leg as far as he could. His hips kept trying to pump, but they had lost the angle. The mass of wolf meat popped free of the boy’s hole with a loud, wet “SCHLMOP!”. 

The wolf cock was ripped from Kyle’s tender hole. His body was unceremoniously dropped onto the hard plastic seat. Kyle watched as the wolf jumped up and danced around frantically. His thick cock and heavy balls flopping around, spraying globs of their juices around the car like a mad painter. Then Kyle noticed the wolf was gripping his thigh. He knew a cramp when he saw one. He sat upright and rubbed at his own ribs from their impact with the plastic seating. 

The boy grew bored fast and idly played a digit along his now well stretched out hole. He was pretty sure he could shove his whole fist inside now. Instead he just slowly pumped his middle digit in and out. The tip just barely grazing a prostate that felt inflamed with need. He realized it really wasn’t enough and added two more digits. Kyle’s eyes drifted shut as he alternated between pumping the three fingers into himself and pulling against his sphincter, stretching even more the loosened band of muscle. The goat boy’s lower stomach tightened and his balls constricted as he drifted dangerously close to an orgasm. He opened his eyes and saw the wolf staring at him and drooling slightly. 

The wolf seemed lost and shrugged, “Sorry?” 

Kyle gave an exaggerated sigh that you earn once reaching teenage-hood. “Shut up.” He snapped slowly withdrawing his fingers from his abused hole. 

The boy stood up on the plastic seat. He bent over the back at the waist and flicked his tail in a beckoning motion. He let his long white hair drape over the left side of his face as he rested his chest against the top of the seat. The boy’s abused asshole winking at the awkward wolf. “And fuck the shit out of me.”

The awkward moment and cramp had both passed. The wolf licked his lips staring at that red, abused doughnut of muscle. The boy’s hole was so loose that it squirmed to shut. The orange lighting revealed muscles of the boy’s fuck chute quivering as juices flowed out. As the wolf approached, a small river of precum and saliva ran out of the gaping hole. It flowed over the boy’s bulge of a taint and then traced the giant balls in a thick trickle. The wolf placed a paw on the small of the boy’s back as he gripped the base of his cock and groped it a few times. The boy took the hint and bent his knees until his hole was in the right position. The wolf lined his cock up and was amazed as it slid into the boy in one smooth push. 

The cock shoving back into his guts forced a deep moan from Kyle’s lungs. He had felt so empty. It was an odd emptiness that didn’t even register until this cock was filling him again. This cock was everything he needed. He needed it to fuck him forever. He wanted this wolf to fuck him to death. His hips danced in small circles, forcing the cock to push against every twist and cranny of his fuck tunnel. Even though it was impossible, he swore he could feel the precum getting pumped directly into his stomach. 

Watching the boy’s hips undulate, forcing his hole to swallow and deform along the length of his cock was almost more than the wolf could take. He thought for sure his balls would just empty right then and there. His big paws gripped the sharp bones of the boy’s hips, but only to steady himself. He let the goat boy keep moving them in gentle figure eights. Then slowly the wolf began pulling the hips back against his own crotch. His knot indenting the flesh of the boy’s ass cheeks. He took it for as long as his lust addled brain would allow. Which wasn’t long. Gripping the boy’s hips tightly, his own hips began to thrust against the upturned ass. 

The wolf was gentle at first. His thrusts were long, dragging the entire length of fat cock out of his passage. The so thick middle of the shaft pulling the boy’s ring out like distended, sucking lips. The tip catching inside his sphincter, poking into the exhausted muscle. Giving the boy a single moment to feel that inexplicable emptiness. Then slowly, but forcefully the shaft of wolf meat slide back inside his core. Filling him more completely than anything ever had. 

This boy’s small body enveloping his cock would be his end. He’d never feel anything like this ever again. He knew it. He knew he had to make it last as long as he could. He looked down at where his thick red shaft withdrew from the boy’s, now matching, bright red ring. The boy’s guts were being pulled backwards and dragged slowly along the shaft. Seeming reluctant to let the cock leave. Then as he drove back in the skin buckled, opened, stretched and accommodated him completely. The boy’s guts spread then constricted, squeezing along the entire length of the shaft as it pushed through the curve in his guts and stretched the skin and muscle of his stomach. He knew he couldn’t keep this up for long. The wolf reached forward, gripping the boy’s bony shoulder with his massive right paw. The rounded claws of his left paw dug deep into the flesh and satiny fur stretched tight over the boy’s hip bone. He never once considered the deep, purple bruises he was even now leaving in the boy’s flesh. 

The wolf’s claws dug into Kyle’s hip just at the threshold of actual pain. The boy threw his head back, “Oh fuck yes.” he mumbled as the wolf’s other paw dug into his shoulder. He knew that massive paw could crack and crumble his bones if it wanted to. Those claws, even blunted, could still tear skin and muscle away from bone as easily as he could tear up newspaper. The wolf’s hips increased in speed. His long dicking now becoming a deep dicking as the fat shaft dug deep into Kyle’s guts. His hole spasmed and his dick and balls jangled between his thighs even drowned in the frothy mixture of fluids. Strands stretched between his bits and his thighs, swaying with each pound of the wolf cock through is core. Reaching the apex of their arc and flinging yet more sexual byproduct onto the growing puddle on the floor.

The wolf’s thrusts became frantic. More needy. He was barely pulling two inches out of the kid as he slammed home faster and faster. He felt the soft thud of his balls smacking into the back of the kid’s own orange sized sack. The impacts and sloppy smacking adding to the lust haze. His arms constricted, pulling the boy’s small body back against his jabbing hips. 

Spots were forming in Kyle’s vision again as the wolf pulled the tiny body against his slamming hips. Kyle was already having trouble keeping up with his backward thrusts in time with the wolf’s jabs. The wolf’s big balls smacked against his with every thrust and broke the rhythmic tinkling of the bells on his harness. His stomach clenched as the wolf shifted his angle and was now driving the fat core of his cock directly onto Kyle’s prostate. The boy’s chest was pushed hard onto the plastic seat back. Only the electric buzz of his prostate drowned out anything that could be considered pain. 

The wolf hadn’t really noticed the shift in position as his chest pressed down against the boy's back. He smashed the small form into the seat backs. The wolf’s haunches were a blur as they humped madly against the sloppy fuck chute. The boy had gone limp and was just waiting to be filled. His hole made squelching sounds as the wolf’s cock drove in and out at a speed that impressed even him. 

Kyle’s prostate bulged and began to throb from the constant assault by the gigantic wolf cock. He became aware of the hot panting breaths on the back of his neck. The wolf’s muzzle had slid right under his right ear. Nose impossibly cold tickling the firm muscle at the base of his ear. He could hear the choked gurgles and growls the big bad wolf was smothering. “Don’t hold back, wolfie.” Kyle all but whispered. “Growl for me.” He couldn’t meet every thrust at the wolf’s incredible speed and brutality, but he started shoving back on every third one. “Don’t hold it in. Make me yours.” He felt the giant engorged knot trying to shove it’s way inside his now sloppy boy hole. “Claim me. Take me. TAKE. ME.” 

The wolf heard the boy’s soft voice. It took an extra second to recognize words. They seemed to seer into his brain as the boy thrust back against him. The wolf breathed in the pureness of the boy. The mixing of their scents. The volatile mixture of their fluids. And the feeling of this small body wrapped around his throbbing cock. His maleness. He owned this boy. He was his. His personal cock sleeve.

The wolf’s jaws parted, saliva stretching between large teeth. Growls rumbled forth from deep in his throat with each breath. They grew louder until they shook the boy’s body. Each growl made his skin crawl. His body began to shiver. “Yes. YES. Fuck me. FUCK ME. TAKE ME. FUCK MY BRAINS OUT.” The boy began screaming in a high tone as the wolf growls grew in intensity. His mighty predator cock pummeling the boy’s insides into a thick soup. “FUCK MEEEEEEEE. FFFFFUUUUUUUUCKKK MEEEE DADDDDDEEEEEEE.” 

His brain was on fire. His balls ached. His dick burned it was so hard as it sawed into this kid. And then he just knew. In an instant his jaws locked onto the back of the goat boy’s neck. Not hard enough to break skin, but only just. The boy’s knees buckled. His knees slammed hard into the seat underneath them. His face slid down the cloth covered seat leaving a thick trail of drool behind. The wolf hammered away as the boy’s ass cheeks now rippled, the muscles going slack. WIth his left cheek smashed into the coarse cloth on the back of the seat, the boy would end up with the argyle pattern embossed on his soft fur. The wolf felt the boy’s hole spasm and shudder against his knot. He took his chance. He wrapped both arms around the boy’s shoulders and locked his jaws on the back of his neck. Every muscle in the wolf’s huge frame strained to slam his crotch forward with all its strength.

Kyle's jaw muscles had given up. His pink tongue slapped from his slack, gaping maw. Saliva splashed out with every shove of the powerful wolf behind him like his body was a squeeze bottle. The goat boy thought for sure he was going to be crushed against the plastic seat of a shitty train car. What a way to die. It was a weird thought to drift through his lust drowned brain. But the wolf pulled back and slammed again. Then again. Faster and faster. Cum began to spurt from Kyle’s dick even though nothing was touching it as the wolf’s cock drove deep into his soul. Cum splashed across the boy’s thighs and soaked into the fur. His hole spasmed as the knot brutalised it, The wolf’s teeth sunk deeper into the tender flesh of his neck. Then it happened. His body just swallowed up the massive softball sized ball of flesh. His abused hole spasmed and fluttered against the soft fur of the sheath now smashed into it. His own sizable baby makers squashed by the wolf’s. Kyle crested a second hill somehow. Stars exploded behind his eyes and his brain stuttered. More cum pumped from his still steel hard cock. He now could feel the leather harness cutting deep into the flesh. His paws traced the conical bulge stretching the soft white furred skin of his torso. He watched as the bulge jerked and stretched his skin even further. There was so much cock inside of him. So much wonderful cock. He was owned. He was full. He was fulfilled. Then his brain turned off for a second. 

The wolf couldn’t believe his knot had somehow found room inside this boy’s small body. He swore he felt the boy’s insides shift to try and accommodate the extra mass. He thought he could feel the boy’s engorged prostate throbbing against the hollow where his shaft connected to his knot. The sensation of knotting this boy’s tiny guts was too much. Ripples ran along the boy’s velvet insides. Muscles spasming and contracting to milk the mighty wolf lodged inside. And milk the boy’s guts got. Molten wolf cum pumped into the boy with the force of a jackhammer. Cum pushed deeper and deeper into the boy’s battered passage as the wolf rocked. He leaned back just enough to watch the tiny hole stretch and flex around his giant knot. 

Kyle cried out a little as even fighting unconsciousness, he gripped his swelling belly. His mind swam back from the darkness just in time to feel the fullness edging towards uncomfortable levels. Like the last time his parents had all the family over for a dinner party and he ate so much he was sure he would just puke or die. His small paws rubbed along his bloating belly. By the time the bulge looked like he had swallowed a basketball the lights on the train  flickered back on. 

The wolf stood up on reflex. The mass of engorged flesh inside the goat pulled the boy’s entire body along with it. He dangled off the wolf’s crotch like an incredibly disturbing cock sock. The movement and angle caused fluid to climb up the goat boy’s throat. 

Kyle didn’t want to throw up as he dangled limply between the wolf’s legs, but it didn't look like he was going to get much choice. The liquid was thick and burned his already raw throat. But what popped from his mouth and dribbled out his nostrils wasn’t vomit, but thick white wolf cum. A voice from deep inside his brain screamed out, “How was that even possible?”

Act v.

“Sorry for such a long delay, folks.” Kyle took a few extra seconds to even register who could be talking to them through the crackling, distorted speaker. “We’re moving now. Sorry again for the inconvenience.” 

Kyle’s brain still wasn’t processing enough information as he felt strong paws pull his upper body upright again. None of his muscles responded as his light frame was just a rag doll to be manipulated. A frothy mass of cum and spit dribbled off his chin in thick strands. His hips ached like they have been split apart. And were still being split apart. The movement made the mass of wolf flesh inside him press hard against the inside of a cum-filled abdomen. It burbled up his throat until he found himself gurgling it. 

The wolf didn’t know what else to do. The boy’s hole was strangling the base of his cock so tight he wasn’t sure he was ever going to get his knot out of this small goat boy. He lifted up his sweater, which was already stretched out of shape, and slipped it over the small boy stuck to his crotch. He sat down behind the perpendicular bench that he had just brutally fucked the boy on. The boy moaned and squirmed as he settled on the wolf’s broad lap. The giant shaft still stretching his guts out of shape and a few more trickles of cum drooled from the tip, lodged somewhere beneath his lungs. 

The train car reaked of the sharp smell of cum and sex. Even without the giant pool of sexual fluids in the middle of the car, there was no mistaking what had happened here. 

Kyle shifted in his sleep and the wolf’s huge knot pressed against his enlarged prostate. It forced a few runny trickles of cum from his piss slit which dribbled over the the bell studded harness. The motion causing a few soft tinkles. 

The wolf’s eyes started to drift shut. His head lolling loosely on his neck as blood was trapped in his cock. The boy had either already fallen asleep, or had passed out. The wolf was worried, but also exhausted. His cock gave one more deep throb before he couldn’t stop his eyes from closing. 

As the wolf’s head lolled back against the top of the seats, his cock continued to twitch a steady rhythm within the tight confines of Kyle’s guts. Kyle, recovering a little faster, let his body lay atop the wolf’s. Murmured sounds of contentment dribbled from his sticky lips as he ran his paws over the basketball sized swell of his lower abdomen. The sheer thought of being pregnant with this big, strong wolf’s litter made his whole body shudder and another dribble of cum to slide from his flaccid cock. The still thick member inside him jerked hard in approval. He laid back, he wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this. His neurons would simply burn out.

Then he had an idea, and reached towards the pockets of the wolf’s jeans with slow steady motion. Either the mass of cum or the depositor of said cum was pushing against parts of his intestines that felt super sensitive. It felt like air was being squeezed out of his lungs from the inside. Kyle took a deep, filling breath and tried to only move the top part of his torso. 

Of course it wasn’t in the first pocket he checked. Though he did find a small candy cane. He pulled the thin plastic wrapper off and plopped the white, green, and red striped cane into his mouth with the hook dangling from his lips . The strong taste of peppermint mixed enticingly with wolf cum and spit as he suckled the thin hard candy. Kyle absently tossed the empty wrapper into the pool of fluid near them as he continued his search. 

Shifting sides gingerly,, swearing he could hear the gallon of wolf cum filling his guts slosh around, the boy found what he was looking for. 

The wolf’s phone was an older model with a small crack in the upper part of the screen, but Kyle wasn’t really shocked. He grabbed the meaty, limp right paw of the wolf and had to bend a little to get his thumb over the home button. 

The phone unlocked and Kyle first considered something super devious, but instead opened the messages app. He typed in his own phone number into a new message. He had left his phone at home, in a neurotic worry of getting caught flashing on a subway. It seemed he had blown right through that wall of anxiety. 

He hit the button to open the camera app and flipped to the forward camera. He made sure to get his cum plastered face and the wolf’s limp head, tongue lolling out of parted lips, into the shot. With his free paw he made horns, stuck his own tongue out and clicked a shot. 

It took about a half-dozen shots until he got one he was super happy with. He added his name into the wolf’s phone as “🐐🍆” and sent himself a few photos for his own collection. After erasing those shots, he put the phone back into the wolf’s pocket. He made sure the woolen sweater was covering as much as possible and then arranged himself back onto the wolf’s belly to wait for his knot to release him. 

They pulled into the next station which was blissfully empty, but Kyle  became very aware of the person at the other end of the car who had been sleeping. He hadn’t slept for long considering the giant puddle of cum he left behind as he stood up and left the train. 

The thought of this complete stranger watching him completely debasing himself and then being owned by this wolf made his raw dick chub up. His hips began to grind against the wolf cock which didn’t seem quite as full in his guts. 

The wolf murmured in his sleep as Kyle enjoyed the squelching sounds the deflating wolf cock made as it stirred the cum soup filling his guts. In less than a minute, Kyle was rubbing his still pretty full balls as his hips were grinding against the wolf’s lap. The knot stretched his battered ring and then the muscle swallowed the mass back inside. The tip seems to rub at the bottom of his full stomach, poking and prodding if there was any room left inside the goat boy. Kyle’s reverie was broken when he heard the next stop called out. He had to get off at this stop to have any chance of making it home in time not to get grounded. 

Kyle braced his feet on top of the wolf’s thighs and reached up to grab the straps that hung from the guide rail. He was just able to reach and gripped them tight, wiry muscles already straining. As the train pulled into the station he pulled with all the strength his tiny body could give. His ring screamed in further abuse as he was sure he was simply going to turn his body inside out.  

The wolf groggily woke as he felt renewed pressure on his cock. There was no way the boy could go again. He rubbed his eye as his lids parted enough to watch the thin body stretched out in front of him. The boy had grabbed the straps above him and was pushing hard against the tops of the wolf’s thighs with his Chuck covered hooves. The wolf’s still semi-hard cock seemed to drag the boy’s guts out backwards. His tight abused ring stretching to the point it looked like a gasket too tight for the hose. Then with a pop like a salmon hitting fresh water,  the knot came free. The wolf cock collapsed on itself, no longer having enough blood to keep it upright. The boy’s slack hole spit out the wolf’s cock in a torrent of cum. The hot cum splashed across the wolf’s jeans and soaked the damp denim further. His exhausted cock seemed like a snake flopped along the curve of his belly. The wolf got an amazing view of the boy’s ruined hole as it gaped almost as large as his own fist.

Kyle had never felt cold air blow into his intestines, but every day was something new. The doors had opened and his pulsing, gaping, burning boypussy felt utterly ruined. Cum poured from his guts like an upturned pitcher. His stomach deflated slowly, but a huge length of his intestines burned with being stretched out for so long. 

He looked back at the wolf who again wore a dazed, dreamy expression. Their eyes met and Kyle winked at the big daddy wolf. He ripped the crimson scarf from around the wolf’s neck and threw it around his body. Ge made a break for the doors as they chimed a warning, grabbing the discarded clothes from the puddle of sexual fluids along the way. The wolf sat there dazed, the tinkle of tiny golden bells filling his thoughts. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~[ Some time later ]~~~~~~~~~~~~

Kyle let his third load just soak into his belly fur as he lay naked in his bed. The scarf was wrapped around his and he ground his cheek into the strong musk of the wolf. Now even his dick ached as much as the rest of his body, but the memories of what had happened only hours ago still played behind his eyes when he shut them. He felt his cock lurch again, trying to come back to life, but the skin was so sensitive and so raw that even that hurt. 

The goat boy squirmed atop his flannel sheets and stolen scarf soaked in cum. He could barely feel the giant fake horse cock lodged in his stretched out intestines. Charlie had bought it for his 13th birthday and he had never gotten more than a few inches inside his tunnel. Now it was lodged inside him with the giant fake sack pushed tight between his cheeks. 

Mostly it was lodged there to keep what little wolf cum had not dribbled out while he made his espace. He wanted that wolf’s essence to soak into him, to mingle with his own small body. The smell. The desire. The everything. 

He opened his phone with his thumb and again ignored the texts from Charlie demanding to know what happened. Instead he looked at the photos from the aftermath of being claimed for the twentieth time. It finally hit him. He never got the wolf’s name. But he DID have his number. He set the contact and in the name field simply put ‘🐺🚀’.