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Moonshine

"Please Magnus, I... I really shouldn't be doing this."

"It's fine Dimitri. These past few days with you have been nothing short of wonderful, and I have every intention of rounding them off on a high. And as I said before, my friend: call me Mags."

Magnus Streifengrauer smiled at the young billy goat who sat cross-legged opposite him. It was only natural that Dimitri still had his doubts about this plan. After all, the two of them had met barely a few days earlier. The goat was a mountain dweller, only a few months into adulthood, mid-way through a journey to the City of Evrona, the capital and largest settlement of the Republic of Oronsk. Having descended from the mountainous south far above the treeline, the goat now found himself crossing the lush rural heartlands of this diverse, rugged yet peaceful country. It was here, in a tavern on the old valley road, that Dimitri had met Magnus, and in the long tradition of Oronskian hospitality, the fox-lynx had offered the weary goat a few days' rest and lodgings. Now an afternoon and evening of trailblazing through this dense virgin forest had brought the two animals to a deep forest glen, many miles from the flynx's home village. This far into the wilderness, the hybrid fox-lynx could do anything to him. But he had already come along this far. What was it about this predator that he trusted so much?

"Okay then Mags, I will try."

"Are you sure?"

The grey furred goat nodded rapidly. "Yes."

"As long as you're sure. Just let me get one thing, then."

While Magnus turned to rummage through his reindeer-hide bag, Dimitri took stock of his surroundings, staring into the distance on this moonlit night. The forest glen stretched out around the two animals, a high ridge sweeping around the glen in a horseshoe arc. White water cascaded over the crook of the horseshoe to collect in a pool below, where it stilled and lapped at the shallow banks. From here it slalomed between a few scattered boulders and fallen branches, before continuing its peaceful winding course through the forest and far off in the distance. Silvery moonlight shone through the gap in the forest canopy. It scattered in the misty air, some of it striking the shadowy green earth, some speckling the water's surface. Dimitri and Magnus sat at the water's edge, on a flat patch of dry grassy earth. The ground here was bouncy and soft, and the early autumn air was refreshing, temperate without feeling chilly, cooled by the constant spray from the falls. Dimitri took a deep breath of that forest air, filling his lungs with a palette of fresh scents. Naturally, the fresh scent of pine pervaded the air. However, another familiar scent undercut that fresh resin-like fragrance, an animal musk with which he had become all so familiar with over the past few days: the scent of Flynx, and of one certain flynx in particular. Maybe this too was helping him relax?

"Ah, here we go."

From his bag, Magnus pulled out a heavy flask, which he unstopped it and offered it to Dimitri. The goat took it gently with both hooves, clutching it while he stared back into the flynx's smoky mismatched eyes. He swirled the flask before his nose. The alcohol rose into the forest air, and Dimitri sniffed in deep, taking in that warming scent of fresh forest fruit. Magnus watched on, curious at the goat's little sommelier act, and before Magnus could stop him, the goat had tipped back the bottle and taken two hearty gulps before suddenly freezing with the bottle to his lips. The alcohol hit the goat with no warning, and he turned and spluttered and quickly handed the flask back to Magnus before clearing his throat as best he could, while the liquor burned all the way down his throat as it slipped into his stomachs. His tongue hung from his muzzle, and through his cloudy and watering eyes he caught the flynx's amused smile.

"You weren't expecting that, were you, goat boy?"

Dimitri gave another of his cute chuckles and shook his horned head. After a few deep breaths, most of the alcoholic burn had dissipated, replaced by deep glowing warmth and a fresh lingering fruity tang.

"Oh my! What on earth do you put in that liquor?"

"Berries, of course." Magnus grinned at the goat, showing off his sharp predator's teeth. "I did try to warn you earlier, Dimitri. Remember you are deep into flynx country now, and around here we like our drinks strong. Besides, your name suggests a certain nationality. And ordinarily, those people are renowned for their love of drink. But you nearly knocked yourself senseless there! No matter though, as long as it gets you nice and relaxed."

Dimitri panted, leaning back against a pine tree. "It's strong. Tastes an awful lot stronger than it smells. I mean, of course I've had alcohol before. Just rarely anything that strong."

Magnus smiled and nodded. "Oh, in that case my friend, you are in for a good evening."

Dimitri managed well at keeping his composure under the liquid's magic, but sure as the freshest of berries will one day ferment, the goat's speech eventually began to slur, and he soon relaxed into a cosy haze. There, by the banks of the river deep in the forest glen, miles from all civilisation, the flynx and the goat laughed and chatted and drank in each other's company, each partaking of the flynx's elixir. They swapped stories, Dimitri regaling his friend with mountain fables about the great goats of antiquity and their many trials to ward off their predators while they toiled to tame the merciless mountain landscape. They were epic sagas, never written down, but passed down by mouth from generation to generation. Magnus could gladly listen to the goat's melodious highland accent all day. He was still a teenager: young, naive and deathly shy at times. But he was adventurous and ambitious, eager to learn more about himself and the world, and Mags respected that attitude.

In return, Magnus talked of his travels. He spoke of his expedition one winter to work on his cousin's reindeer ranch, beyond Evrona and far to the north. This was where Magnus had acquired his reindeer-hide bag, a souvenir of that busy but tranquil winter under the Northern Lights. The forest flynx also offered his tips and tricks on wilderness survival, from orienteering in the deepest of snows to making a makeshift survival shelter, "everything a fur might need for a night's camping in the forest". (Useful while there's still any forest to camp in, Dimitri thought to himself.) Dimitri listened to his every word, his eyes lidded and a lazy smile spread across his muzzle.

"How are you finding our drink?" the flynx enquired.

The goat's speech was now mellow and lilting. "It's nice. It... it certainly gets you nice and warm... I'm starting to feel quite hot in fact."

"Then take off your shirt, if you like. I certainly won't mind. Tonight is a mild night, after all."

Far be it for an Oronskian to worry about being overdressed! Dimitri nodded, and took the base of his shirt before lifting it over his shoulders, taking care not to catch it on his little curled horns. Magnus gave a respectful nod, twitching his whiskers, making sure not to stare at the half-naked goat boy for too long. The goat was slim-built, lightly muscled but with a clear amount of definition on his torso and back. The grey fur which covered most of his face continued down his neck, side and arms. His fur faded to a darker grey over his back and his shoulders, while his stomach was all fluffy and white. Overall it made for a very cute and rather handsome billy goat, and Magnus imagined that he would make a very sweet and eager mate for one lucky young doe.

"Better?"

Dimitri giggled and nodded, a shy little nod. He turned his gaze to the floor, tracing a pattern in the earth with his hoof. Magnus held up the flask of alcohol, swilling its contents.

"There is still plenty left, goat boy."

Dimitri smiled up at Magnus, swaying a little. He swiped the bottle from Magnus's claws, unstopped it and took another hearty drink. "You are a bad influence, you know that?"

Magnus simply shrugged. "Alright then, if you don't want me to 'lead you astray'... give me back the flask."

"No way! Keep your paws to yourself, you dirty half-breed."

Magnus gasped in mock offense, before breaking into a wide whiskered grin, giving a soft mewling growl, and suddenly batting at the flask like a cat with string. Dimitri held the open flask high above his horns and warded the flynx off with his spare hoof, careful not to spill the reminder of its contents as his friend snatched for the drink with his claws. The two young males chuckled as they play-fought, and Dimitri managed well at reading the fox-cat's moves. But one misjudged lunge from the goat was all that Magnus needed. He pounced and gathered up both of the goat's hooves, swiping the flask clean out of Dimitri's hooves. Beaming and chuckling to himself, he tipped his head back and gulped down the last of the alcohol, tossing the flask into the ferns before pinning the goat back. Neither animal moved. Dimitri leant against the tree, as glassy-eyed and unsteady as ever. Magnus loomed above the handsome little goat, eyeing him up and slipping a little feline 'mrowl' in among his breaths.

"Well, at least you know not to struggle when a predator catches you."

He was about to unhand Dimitri when something caught his eye, a twitch at the very edge of his vision. Keen eyes locked on the goat's crotch, where a sizeable bulge had formed. Once again it throbbed. Magnus stared up at the goat, his copper-furred muzzle rising into a grin, and the goat stared back in confusion.

"Hello then? What's this?"

"Baa?"

Crouching to his hands and knees, the fox-lynx circled the herbivore in a true feral stance, growling softly under his breath, his paws padding silently on the forest floor. Normally, any predator prowling around would have terrified Dimitri. But Magnus was neither sizing up Dimitri for weakness nor paying attention to the goat's throat. Instead his gaze was focused in only one direction: down, down at the thick bulge which had swollen in the goat's tight black denim trousers.

Before the goat could even react, Magnus was on him. He straddled Dimitri's lap, paws on the tree either side of the goat, his claws making quick little scratches in the bark. Such a cute little kid. He leaned down and brought his narrow snout to touch the goat's broad nose, a sharp-toothed grin spread across his muzzle. The flynx's breath was warm, laced with the trace of meat and alcohol. Dimitri's head filled with the scents, and he sat blinking for a few seconds to regain his focus. The flynx was close, his whole body now poised above the goat. Their two crotches strained up towards each other, and Dimitri could feel Magnus's own bulge, no doubt concealing a big knotted flynx erection, which he had been rubbing on the goat's crotch for at least ten seconds now. The little goat blushed a bright crimson. He knew it was now far too late to discourage the fox-lynx.

"Er... Mags? I think... I think we'd better stop..."

If Dimitri didn't believe those words himself, then he certainly wasn't convincing Magnus. If anything he was only encouraging the fox-lynx, judging by that single slow hard grind against his crotch.

"Don't think, Dimitri. Just feel. Put yourself entirely in this moment, and just enjoy how this feels."

Dimitri squirmed in his seat, trying his hardest to relax while the predator grew harder against him. His breath now heavier, he sighed and settled against the tree, leaving the flynx to do as he pleased. And Magnus hardly needed a second invitation. Once again Magnus rolled his hips, rubbing himself against Dimitri's hardness. He felt himself slip from his sheath and strain in his trousers, right up against his friend. My word, he was a big billy goat. Soon even Dimitri was joining in with some eager grinds of his own, grinning up at the flynx and twitching his little ears.

"How does this feel, Dimitri?"

"Good. It feels good."

"And I must say, I like the look of this."

Magnus slipped a paw between their bodies, down to the goat boy's denim, and wrapped his pawtips around the outline of an impressively long goat erection. He traced his claws up and down its contours. It twitched in his paw, and Magnus grinned, tracing one claw along its length, watching the tipsy young billy squirm underneath him. He certainly didn't mind that Dimitri had him bested in the size stakes. It just meant more billy goat to play with. His dexterous paws crept up to the button of the goat's jeans, unfastening the two heavy flaps of denim with an audible snap. He turned his gaze up to the goat, fixing him with a smoky-eyed stare, and slipped in his trousers - just feeling the goat, feeling his weight in one nimble clawed paw.

"Oh my. I have never had a goat before, and I had no idea you were so well-endowed. For someone so trim, you're huge. Tell me, are all you billy goats this hung?"

To say that Magnus had never seen Dimitri de-clothed would be untrue - but of course, Dimitri didn't need to know that. Magnus had been walking around his home a few evenings before, when Dimitri had left the guest room door open - just a crack, but more than enough for a sharp-eyed flynx to catch a glimpse of a grey-furred and naked goat boy towelling himself after a shower. He had strong furry digitigrade legs, a cute round little rear, with a tail perched above that would not stop twitching. And yet, it was something else which caught the flynx's attention. Hanging slack between the goat's legs was a deliciously long length of goat meat. Magnus licked his lips. Goat boy must have measured five inches at least, and that was while soft. How much longer could he get? Ever since then, the flynx's curiosity had been piqued. And now, here on their final night together, the flynx had found out - and he was most certainly not disappointed.

Gripping both sides of Dimitri's waistband, Magnus tugged the trousers over the goat boy's little butt, sneaking a little grope back there and coaxing out the faintest of huffs from the herbivore. With a little shuffle from Dimitri himself, Magnus slipped away both jeans and underwear in a single motion, straight down the goat's legs. This left the billy goat stark naked, with his entire lower half on full display: shaggy-furred goat legs, a slack pouch in between them containing two hefty-looking orbs, and all those delicious inches of goathood standing bolt upright. Although he sat huddled up and chuckling, that erection of his was going nowhere.

"Now that is a handsome sight. And it's only fair that I join you, isn't it goat boy?"

He drew close again, grinning and fondling the goat before rising to his hindpaws. His gleaming eyes never left the goat as he unfastened his shirt button by button and cast it aside, before tackling his tight trousers, tugging and grunting as he worked them over his straining erection before slipping them smoothly down his thighs. In barely half a minute, Magnus was standing denuded in front of the billy goat, his clothes lying in a pile off to the side. His long glossy-black hair fell down his back and over his shoulders, while white fur covered his throat and ran along his torso right down to his crotch. The fox-lynx may not have been fully hard, but he had already slipped a respectably thick few inches from his furry sheath.

"What's the matter?"

Dimitri glanced to the side, rubbing one arm.

"Let me guess. You don't get much chance to try out that lovely big goathood of yours."

Dimitri shook his little horned head, gently as he dared. He had to admit: he had a weakness for compliments, and this fox-lynx was impressively silver-tongued. Something was still holding him back though. Maybe it was that crafty little glint in the predator's grin. But wasn't this just what he wanted: to romp with the big flynx here in the forest? Of course it was!

"Well then, I say that's something we need to rectify. So... on your hooves"

Once Dimitri had risen, standing uneasy on his hooves, Magnus pressed him back against the tree trunk and crouched down to the sandy soil. He lifted a ginger paw up to Dimitri's sizeable erection, wrapping around it with a firm grip, and daring to deliver the first stroke. He brought his muzzle close and took the whole thing in both paws, licking his lips at all those inches of dripping goat meat just a whisker away from his muzzle. At first Dimitri just stood chuckling, teased as he was by those skilful flynx paws. But when the flynx brought his nose up underneath that goat cock, balanced it on top of his nose and removed his paws, he suddenly moaned low, with pleasure, at the warm fuzzy muzzle against his flesh. Magnus glanced up towards the billy goat to see his teeth gritted, hooves gripping the tree bark, his eyes narrowing and his broad bearded muzzle tilted back in delight. A bead of precum trickled down the underside of the goat's length, hitting the flynx's muzzle and running alongside it to be lapped away by the hybrid's tongue. Magnus flicked his tongue against Dimitri's sac: instantly the little goat shuddered from horn to hoof, and Magnus was rewarded with another drop of goat fluid. Goodness, he was sensitive. Every slightest rub or stroke brought out a little huff or a twitch from the young billy, meaning that Magnus had to be careful. After all, he wanted a little more fun before the mountain buck reached his peak. He thrust his pointed snout forwards and into the goat's crotch, bringing out a surprised bleat from the herbivore by nudging those hefty nuts with a wet nose. He loved how they yielded to his snout and rolled to either side of his muzzle. Just as he expected, the scent of the billy goat was pure musk, and he inhaled deeply, feeling his sheath hang heavier. He withdrew his muzzle, glancing a final lick along the underside of Dimitri's length from base to tip before swivelling his gaze upwards. The goat boy was sporting a giddy grin, and a bright red flush had illuminated both of his cheeks. With one paw wrapped around the base, Magnus took the tip into his muzzle, suckling for barely a few seconds before Dimitri bleat-jerked and filled his muzzle with an impressive spurt of precum. Still Magnus kept teasing, lapping around the goat's length and circling his tongue-tip under the goat's foreskin. Then without warning he dipped down, engulfing as much of the goat's erection as he could. He sniffed harder and tugged on that lovely loose foreskin, drawing pleasured little gasps from his hooved friend.

"You know, I'm starting to think you brought me out here for a reason."

Magnus paused, before slowly easing himself of the goat's length while dragging his rough cat-like tongue all along that big ungulate arousal. He smiled at the frisky little snort which this drew from the caprine.

"Finally, you've thought of something to say! Well, if you think I only brought you here for sex, billy boy, remember it was you who was first getting erections all over the place. But, I am a generous predator, and far be it from me to leave a friend wanting."

"What... what do you mean?"

"I want this, Dimitri. I have never played with a billy goat before. But I do like what I've seen so far. And tasted."

Shy guys... they're so cute. Often they are the most willing in bed too... they just need coaxing out of their shells. He heard the goat whisper something too quiet to be audible.

"Hm? What did you say?"

"I said, just wait until you see me in action."

Magnus grinned through his sharp teeth. "I cannot wait."

Magnus breathed in deep, before swallowing the goat's erection once more, wrapping his muzzle around tight and bobbing his head to tease Dimitri from every angle. Goat boy was easily nudging the back of his throat, but Magnus wasn't about to stop here. He wound his black-furred paw around the goat boy's rump, grabbing a hold of that flickering little tail, and pulled him hard against his muzzle tip. Dimitri bleated but Magnus held him still, staring up at the goat with a grin, before pulling him close, again and again, curling his vulpine muzzle and tongue around that long caprine shaft. Somewhere above him the little goat shuddered and gasped, clutching onto the flynx's shoulders, before he took control and bucked with those strong furry haunches while eager little growls from Magnus coaxed him on. Dimitri stamped his hoof, and soon he settled into a steady but brisk pace, his breath measured but ragged. Furry haunches twitched, his little tail tuft flickered, and with a sudden bleat of ecstasy the billy goat tensed up, firing a long gush of goat semen straight into Magnus's waiting maw. The flynx's eyes shot open wide, surprised, but he soon relaxed with a deep feline murr. Magnus pooled the semen in his maw, savouring his first taste of buck goat. He grasped the goat's nuts, hoping to draw another spurt or two from within, but to no avail. Ah well, at least Dimitri was happy and breathless. He eased himself off that uncut spear of meat, his 'gloved' paw taking up the slack, stroking its base while he spoke.

"That's it?"

Now it was Dimitri's turn to laugh. "You really have no idea how goats mate. Here, how about I show you?"

The goat slapped both of his hooves to the flynx's shoulders, drawing himself up to full height, and bucked into the flynx's paw. Magnus released him but he kept on moaning and bucking, stabbing and smearing his blunt wet cocktip against the flynx's snout, coating nose and growling muzzle and bared meat-eater's teeth with his goaty pre.

"Fine then, goat boy. Show me how randy you billy goats are," he growled, rolling and trilling that letter R. He winked, and Dimitri clutched the scruff of Magnus's neck, slowing his bucks and easing his shaft onto the flynx's tongue before thrusting his first few inches of meat into the predator's waiting muzzle, claiming it with all the vigour and virility of his first mating. That roughness took Magnus by surprise, but he certainly wasn't complaining. He twisted his muzzle around the long meat, sliding backwards to bob his head deep up and down that goat shaft. What a contrast, seeing this skittish little goat boy take control for a few seconds. It was even more fun when Dimitri gave a sharp final lunge, bleating and shuddering as he hilted in the fox-lynx muzzle and hurtled over his peak, doubling the volume of liquid in Magnus's maw. The flynx lifted himself off the goat's penis and swirled around the warm contents of his muzzle. Still the goat's erection remained, stubborn as ever. He groped the goat's big balls, kneading and fondling them with his nimble paws. Dimitri bumped his heavy head against the tree trunk, feeling the toll of an eager flynx muzzle. He moved to slump down, but Magnus gripped his sac tighter.

"Oh no no no, goat boy. I'm not stopping until I have drained every drop of goat seed from you."

He took the goat's length in his other paw, stroking it and rubbing it while it remained as hard as ever.

"Oh yes. There's plenty more where that came from."

Magnus tilted his muzzle back, carefully, only spilling a single trickle of goat cum from his overflowing muzzle. He dipped in two claws, wetting them good, and nudged open the goat's knees. Down came the carnivore's muzzle to seal back around the goat's shaft, and up came his lubed claws, digging right under the goat boy's tail. Cries of pleasure echoed from pine to pine, and Magnus grinned around his muzzleful of goat meat, teasing the goat even while those heavy orbs quivered and the billy unloaded another spurt onto Magnus's tongue. By the time the flynx brought him to a sixth cumshot, the goat was truly shaking, his testicles aching as his body struggled to feed this carnivore's appetite. In his drunken haze, Dimitri struggled to make sense of what was happening. All he knew was that there pleasure, pleasure which he had not felt for months and which his own hard hooves could never replicate.

Murring, satisfied and with a muzzle full of goat cream, Magnus rose to his hind paws, trailing two claws up the goat's chest. He pressed in close, nose-to-nose with the goat, his thick flynx erection nestled between their bodies. Suddenly he leant in and pressed his lips to the goat. Dimitri drew his head backwards, knocking his tough horns against the tree, but Magnus only pressed harder, trying to snake his tongue into the herbivore's maw, while a trickle of semen dripped between their muzzle tips. Dimitri relented, and Magnus locked his muzzle to the goat's, rolling the mixture of flynx drool and caprine cum between their muzzles. Dimitri soon understood and wrestled tongues with the flynx, tasting his own musky semen. As their tongues danced and slathered over each other, Magnus cupped the goat boy's rump and ground himself on the young billy, murring, smearing his own precum on that delightful fluffy chest.

"Mmm. I reckon this needs taking care of. What do you think, Dimitri?"

Poor Dimitri was far beyond giving any sort of clear answer. He staggered forward into Magnus's arms, and the flynx took him in a gentle embrace, claws scratching lightly through the goat's pelt. Then, under his friend's guidance, he turned on the spot, bracing his hooves on the cracked bark of the tree trunk. All was the night, forest and falls and moonlit sky. Liquor and berries danced on his tongue. Warm musky flynx fur covered his back, a growl rustled by his left ear, and a paw reached down to his taut little rump, spreading him open. Rough claws gripped at the goat's rear, digging in just a little. Something else dug into him too, thick and meaty, smearing slick flynx fluids right under his little tail. Dimitri huffed and shuddered, not even daring to turn and face his friend, the predator. Those skilful paws wandered - did they ever stop wandering? - over his trim bristly pelt, around to his front, and then down, down to where inches of goat meat hung half-hard. The flynx stroked the goat nice and slow, tugging the goat's foreskin, and mrowled as it swelled in his paw.

"Oh Dimitri... we still have a long way to go."

By Ziegenbock