Logan padded into Pirk's game room, nonchalantly rubbing his sheath. The cute little feral coyote had his special feral-designed headphones on his head, and though it was turned down so it wouldn't hurt the yop's ears, Logan's sensitive flops could still hear the explosions and discord chatter.

The mutt leaned against the wall and watched Pirk's pert little rump sway back and forth as he played, a side effect of the way the special feral-compatible controller worked and only having paw pads to use it with. The mutt was already frisky, already showing pink even when he first walked in, but the show in front of him had him noisily lick his jowls while he stared. The entire house already smelled like dog, and there was no way around that. Not with a smelly anthro mutt and his just as smelly, sapient coyote roommate living there. But now Logan could smell his own arousal even over the intense, earthy coyote musk Pirk's flicking tail was waving into the room, and he knew eventually Pirk's nose would focus on the fresh mix of ocean salt and pennies filling the room.

The song dog yapped something in feralic to his friends and a particularly loud explosion emanated from his headphones. Logan thought it was cute, and smiled with delight even as he slowly pawed at his very swollen sheath. The spotty furred pouch slid easily up and down his veiny cock, easily lubricated by the copious musk in his sheath, the same stuff filling the air with coppery testosterone.

Finally, after a solid few seconds of just pawing himself and iring the coyote's perfect feral ass, Logan pushed himself off the wall and continued toward his roomie. It was then that Pirk's nose finally twitched and he paused for a moment to glance behind him. Logan smiled slyly at the little yop and continued toward him. The heavily dangling sheath between Logan's legs made it clear what he was after without a single word shared between them. After a couple seconds of the coyote's dazzling orange eyes looking up and down Logan's body, the pointy song dog returned Logan's grin and turned back to his game. The coyote's skilled handling of his game continued as before, but now each of the critter's movements were exaggerated and his hips swayed side to side. His gorgeous bushy tail swung back and forth, obviously flagging out of the way to show off his butt, thighs, and cute little almost-furless balls.

It didn't take long for the more bitter scent of coyote arousal to Logan's metallic brand filling the room. Between Pirk's flirtatious movements and the delicious scents in Logan's nose, he had to just pause again and ire the entire scene. He pawed at himself some more, really starting to free himself from his sheath as he puffed up some more. However, the big Catahoula mutt avoided pinching behind his knot since he knew it would likely spray over Pirk's computer desk and make a mess. With a little growl to himself, he pulled his palm away from his swollen cock sleeve and moved toward his roommate.

The coyote glanced over his shoulder once but mostly paid attention to his game. Another step, and then Logan knelt down and gently laid paws on Pirk's back and side. The game in front of them looked pretty intense at the moment, and it had the coyote's hips swaying more than ever as he balanced atop the twin pads of the controller. As Logan pet along his back, he let his palms slide wherever Pirk's hips took them. Slowly, steadily, he pet further back along Pirk's body. Over the course of a minute or two, Logan ruffled the bristly mane along Pirk's back, then down to his hips. Along the yote's thighs. Further back.

Still, Pirk mostly paid attention to his game. But when Logan's left thumb hooked under the coyote's tail and scooped it into his palm, Pirk twitched. He missed a shot in the game, and was immediately killed. The little feral let out a little yip caught on open mic, and other yips sounded in return. Logan grinned then, and paused in his iration of the coyote's perfect feral ass to giggle for a second. Then his right palm cupped between the coyote's legs and gripped both nuts and half of Pirk's sheath in one hand.

He felt the coyote twitch as he was handled. The game started back up again, but Logan was too focused on Pirk's anatomy to notice or care. He watched the coyote's ass twitch and felt the squirt leave Pirk's cock even before he heard the wet splat on the carpet. The room filled with bitter coyote squirt and the heightened smell of coyote cock.

But Logan wasn't wasting time. Not after the show he was getting earlier. He certainly enjoyed the combined dogstench in the room; such a deliciously horny concoction of musks. And it made him fucking twitch. He leaned in and sniffed at Pirk's tail, nose twitching as it combed through the yop's fur. When his cold nose touched the tightly stacked nuts bobbing between Pirk's thighs, the coyote jumped slightly and then kept going. Pirk's hips swayed back and forth and unintentionally teabagged his balls along Logan's snout; or so Logan thought until the flirty little songdog yapped into the open air and smirked back at his roommate buried between his thighs.

Both of them shared another glance and then huffed. The little feral went right back to his game, and Logan straightened. On his knees, the Catahoula was perfectly aligned with Pirk's delightful tail. He considered a drooly lick down there, but then smirked and simply lined himself up. His left fist kept that firm grip on Pirk's tail so he could see clearly, and his right hand formed a ring-fingered grip that squished his sheath and slid it along his cock. The next time he withdrew it, he could see a thin glistening layer of fresh sheath musk along his tool. And then, finally, he tugged that grip below his knot and immediately grunted as he blasted a long shot of precum at Pirk's tail.

As Pirk continued to play, he kept swaying his hips. But now it was more subdued, more steady. Logan's left fist left off the coyote's bushy tail, and the yop immediately flagged it to the right like a bitch in heat. Logan's hands rubbed along Pirk's hips for a moment before hooking into the coyote's thighs. He pulled gently on the yote's little hips and pushed himself forward.

Both of them audibly huffed as Logan slid into his roommate's little rump for the first time in a while. It was perfectly accommodating, which was impressive given their size difference. No doubt the little coyote had practice, with toys or perhaps some of his packmates. Still, though, Logan was not small, and he gave both of them time to adjust. When the little dog's game control came back to full speed, he continued that steady push. Halfway down, Logan's fat hound cock thinned a bit before his half-swollen but still soft knot. He held his hips there, halfway buried in his feral roommate, and just let both of them breathe for a moment.

And then he pulled free. This time, both of them stayed steady. Pirk's hips had stilled entirely, no longer caring for that dance from before. At this point, the little coyote was having trouble focusing on his game, but he continued yip-yopping in feralic at his friends when they barked at him. When Logan shoved in again, he could tell the next yap wasn't part of that language. Just a quick, breathless bark when Logan's fat hound dick split him open again. His packmates all yip-yopped in return, equally quick and noisy through those headphones.

Over the next few seconds, both of them went quiet other than the sound of labored panting. Logan's barrel chest gave his breathing a slow, steady rhythm in comparison to Pirk's quick, feral huffs.

Logan's fat, low-hanging balls slapped the back of Pirk's thighs and the coyote barked again. Another round of return yaps sounded. Logan hazarded a low grunt, not really caring whether Pirk's friends heard it or not. He was now deep into it, sliding his hips evenly forward and backward as he really started fucking his smaller feral roommate with some force. Now he was daring to slip his knot inside, taking the chance that it wouldn't come free. The first few times it was easy enough, but each teasing shove made it swell again. Pirk's tail had relaxed more over the last couple of minutes, and now it was very accommodating indeed. But Logan's knot was getting bigger by the second, and it was drawing noises out of both of them.

Pirk no longer seemed to care that he was now just happily huff-whine yapping out into the open as a dick nearly as long as his tail started milking him from the inside. The coyote's own knot was completely filled out in his sheath by this point and every other thrust of Logan's hips made him squirt again. That little sheathed knot swelled to rock hard and twitched.

Logan shoved his knot in again with a loud grunt. Immediately, Pirk yelped and then howled a bit in a glorious coyote song. His tail clenched tightly behind Logan's knot for several seconds, and then started rapidly pulsing and clenching and milking around Logan's cock as the coyote came just from the massive knot lodged firmly against his prostate.

Above Pirk, Logan grunted again and adjusted his grip on the coyote's thighs. He shoved himself in deep, and with a feral growl held himself there as he swelled to full mast. The coyote's tail milked at him as he heard the loud splats of smelly yop cum slap against the carpet. Another growl. Another deep thrust.

And then Logan barked loudly into the room and started blasting his massive anthro load into his feral coyote roommate's ass. Nine inches of fat anthro cock were dumping three day's worth of pent-up load into that tight coyote tail and it felt amazing for both of them.

As both of them stood still, Logan's hearing steadily returned and he heard all of Pirk's friends having a full-blown howl through the headphones. Below him, the coyote was just panting with all four of his legs splayed wide to hold him steady. The game on the monitor, completely forgotten, showed he'd been kicked from the last match.

Both of them realized that Pirk's microphone had been broadcasting quite the show over Discord. Logan paused for a moment, then let out another growly bark as he smirked.

The hound's knot stayed right where it was as he kept filling his roommate to the brim.

Pirk started another game with a quick sly grin over his shoulder.

His hips started swaying as he went back to work.

They loved playing this game.
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