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Wendel, the fox/lynx hybrid, or flynx, was sprawled out on the loveseat in his apartment living room. He had been laying there for a while, messaging someone he had recently met during one of his recent fashion shows. They had gotten to the point of sexting and sending each other rather arousing pictures and videos from time to time. This night had been no different, though the messages had been much slower than usual and Wendel's member had stood to attention more than a few times only to become at ease when there was a long pause before the next message. When he had suggested they come over for something more than the swapping of pictures and received nothing but silence for hours.

He grunted annoyedly and twitched his short, fluffy tail irritably. It hung over the edge of the couch and painted a steady loop with its black tip beside him. He had lost track of the time as he waited, sent a message, waited some more with no answer. He scrolled up to reread their messages to see if he had said anything wrong or missed something from them. Nothing appeared to be amiss and it stumped the flynx. Had he crossed an unknown boundary?

"Fuck," he said softly with a surprising amount venom that he immediately grimaced and rolled onto his side. He shivered and his ears perked up as a certain appendage flopped over and rubbed against the plush fabric of the couch cushion. He looked down at his semi-erect shaft as it peaked from its fuzzy home. "He ain't comin'. Either way," he sighed as he glanced at the last couple of lewd pics he had received.

His penis twitched and grew from its furred home and he could already see the knot just starting to expand as pre dribbled from the small, spade-shaped tip. He stared at it for a few long moments then tried to ignore it. But it throbbed and demanded his attention as it continued to grow. He rolled onto his back again and his penis wobbled and smeared pre across his fur. The pink flesh of his erection stood out nicely against cream-coloured fur that went down his front from chin to crotch.

"F..." He started to say through clenched teeth as he stared at the obstinate flesh as it continued to slowly grow in size. "Fine."

He reached down with a dark brown furred hand and gently caressed it from tip to sheath with his carefully manicured claws. The flynx shivered as the tiniest smirk began to creep onto his muzzle while he brought the claws back up his shaft. They gently brushed up against the spines on his tapered shaft for a moment and his smirk grew a bit more and the softest murr rumbled in his chest. He slowly circled around the circumference of the head and pre coated his claws and he drew a glistening pattern around the head and down the sides of his shaft with it like some kind of perverted tattoo.

"I guess you win this time," he laughed softly before he stood. He looked to the windows and noticed the sky had brightened enough for light to sneak through the curtains. He had waited so long that night had turned to morning and a kinky thought occurred to the flynx and caused his smirk to bloom into its full toothy size.

The flynx made his way across the living room, his claws tapped lightly on the hardwood floor and echoed in the confined space of the short hallway that led to the bedroom. It was a simple affair inside his bedroom; with a king-size bed against the far wall that was partially illuminated through a crack in the curtains behind the head of the bed. A night table sat on either side, and a standing mirror and dresser took up one wall and the doors to a small walk-in closet filled out the room.

Wendel strode for the closet and opened the double doors to reveal shelf upon shelf of explicit item. And across the back wall was a bar filled with all kinds of outfits. The right shelves held lubricants, condoms, and cleaning supplies. On the left side of the closet were the toys; from dildos, to masturbators, to some light BDSM items like paddles, cuffs, and gags. His yellow eyes fell upon a large, unflared silicone horse cock. It was modeled by a friend of his and he was momentarily reminded of how it felt. His penis stirred a bit more at the memories and he was tempted to go for it and relive those moments.

But he knew that was not a good idea. It had been a while since something so large had visited the inside of his tailhole and it would cause more pain than pleasure from such an endeavor. So he shifted his gaze down a shelf to a yet-to-be-unwrapped box. He flicked his tail, it was exactly what he needed. He pulled the box from the shelf and his eyes passed over a heavily stylized logo made of aqua-colored foil as it sparkled. It vaguely looked like an octopus.

Wendel next picked out a bottle of lube, something water-based and toy friendly, and took the two items with him back to the living room. The sun was pouring into the apartment now that it had risen high enough and some of it reflected off of the glass-topped dining room table and he had to close his eyes for a moment. When he was out of the line of light, he placed the items on the table and pulled out one of four simple wooden chairs. Then he went and pulled open the curtains to let all of the sunlight in. The light warmed his fur and flesh and revealed him to the city outside.

He paused for a moment and looked out at the city with a prurient expression. His hybrid cock twitched in time with his heart beat and continued to grow in firmness as he remained exposed to anyone that happened to glance his way. It made the flynx shiver with excitement and his penis agreed with a tiny spurt of pre that clung on and slid down the underside of his shaft.

"Yes, yes," he chuckled and grabbed the bottle of lube. He applied a small amount to a hand and lathered the slippery liquid over his cock. This elicited a soft murr from him as he intentionally pricked a couple of his spines in the process. "Happy? And maybe some music?"

Wendel put down the lube bottle and went and grabbed his phone. It took him a moment to open the music app and select a playlist with his clean hand. A few moments later and soft, bluesy guitar licks filled the apartment with their melancholy tunes. He closed his eyes and listened for a few long moments, enjoying the moment. When his penis throbbed and sent another shot of pre from the end, he returned his attention to the task at hand.

He turned to the box and carefully opened it by sliding the top portion up and off to reveal a large, tapered silicone toy shaped like an octopus' tentacle. It was mostly smooth from end to end with a few slender bumps in the shape of suckers along one side. It was pearl-white in color and the thick base had a suction cup molded into it.

Wendel set the toy down on the table after removing it from the box and marveled at it for a few moments as the sun lit it up. The tip was almost as narrow as one of his fingers and the base a little thicker than his closed fist. It was an anal trainer and Wendel intended to use it for that exact purpose. It took him a moment to remove the toy from table as the base had adhered itself the smooth surface.

A new blues track started and he turned and stuck it to the seat of one of the chairs. He smacked it to see how firmly it was stuck. The tip wiggled for a few moments but it remained in place and upright. To be sure, he tugged on the toy until both it and the chair were lifted from the floor. He smiled to himself as he grabbed the lube and carefully slid the chair over to the windows. He made sure to face it towards the window so that all could enjoy the view.

The flynx knelt down next to the chair and used his tongue to tease the tip with its comb-like surface. Wherever his tongue went it left behind a gleaming track behind that glinted in the sunlight. Then he opened his muzzle and lowered his head so that the toy inserted itself into his maw. He took more and more of the toy into his mouth slowly and almost ponderously. Lower and lower he went until his jaw began to hurt and his nose nearly touched the chair. He stifled his gag reflex with practiced ease and held the position until he couldn't hold his breath any longer.

The trip back off was quick and he left a strong of saliva behind. A devilish grin formed on his muzzle as he sat back on his knees and took in the glistening tentacle. He glanced out the window, wondering who may be watching him, then he looked down at his fully erect penis and its steadily forming knot still hidden within its sheath as pre leaked from the pointed tip. He held his hand palm out and caught the next spurt, which he brought up to his muzzle. He lapped it up and savored its saltiness.

Wendel added more lube to his messy hand and started to apply it to the toy. He slowly jerked out the silicone and was rewarded with a lewd view and sounds that muted the bluesy tracks that continued to play in the background. When he was satisfied with coverage, he took what was left and leaned forward. He raised his tail and applied it directly to his tailhole. He used his fingers to circle the circumference of his pink star a few times before he inserted one finger at a time. His sphincter spasmed and tightened around the first digit. A moment later he relaxed and inserted the second and third digit with relative ease. Pleasure spread from the intrusion and he murred softly.

Anticipation grew within the flynx and he carefully spread his fingers open a bit and waited for his tailhole to adjust. When he felt the pressure ease, he removed his hand and stood with an excited twitch of his fluffy tail. It took him a moment to decide what his next move would be and when he was happy, he nodded. He swung a leg over the chair seat, facing the window, and positioned himself with the tip of the toy gently tickling his heavy sack. Eagerness welled up within him as he stood there and he used a hand to cup his balls while he used his other hand to line up with the toy. Then he lowered himself until the tip pressed against his prepared pucker and paused for a moment as he readied himself. With a sudden movement, Wendel gently impaled himself on the silicone tentacle to the width of almost three fingers bunched together.

His hole twitched as his prostate was pushed against and a sizable string of precum shot from the end of his cock to land on the floor and very bottom edge of the window. He wiggled around on the toy, gyrating his hips and moaning at the feeling of pleasure it gained him. Without realizing it, he started to slide lower, filling his hole with more and more slick silicone. Deeper it went within him until pain shot up through his system and caused him to gasp and clamp his eyes shut. He had to backtrack a bit to make the pain bearable.

After a few moments, the pain subsided and he began again. Lower he went until the next spasm of pain. He made a routine out of it; lower himself until he couldn't bear the pain, wait, then ride all the way back up until just the tip was inside him, then he would quickly impale himself back down just before he reached the same painful point where he would slow back down and let his own weight help him reach the next rest stop. Each time he slid down, more pre would either leak from his cock, or shoot further out to add to the growing mess on the floor or window.

He did this over and over again, all the while playing with his sack and juggling his balls around in his palm. Sometimes he would imagine it was someone else playing with him as they impaled his ever widening tailhole. Then he played with his rock hard shaft which he kept moistened with his own copious amounts of pre. He slowly stroked the shaft and tickled his spines. He couldn't help but moan with increasing intensity as he went lower and lower on the toy. He freed his knot before it could get stuck and avoided the temptation to tug up on its base. He let it instead flop forward and caught it before it hit the chair, though a fair amount of pre still covered the seat.

He increased his movements, sliding up and down the toy from tip to as far as he could manage. His cock flopped and flung pre over the chair and onto the floor and even a little landed on the bottom edge of the window. He moved faster and faster, feeling every smoothed bump along the silicone shaft as it filled and refilled his anus.

Lower and lower he went on his ride until his balls were slapping the seat. Now he grabbed hold of his erection and slid his hand from tip to knot. First one, then twice and both acts of riding the toy and jerking himself off created more than enough of a sound track that the blues were drowned out. When he felt he was close, he moved both his hands down to encircle the base of his knot and he pulled up with firm pressure. He tugged at himself a few more times just before his cheeks hit the chair.

Then he came. Hard. The first couple of ropes of flynx semen landed on the hybrid himself from between his ears to his cock in a couple of pearly, glistening lines. Then he lost track of himself as his tailhole spasmed at maximum diameter and his body tensed up. The third and fourth ropes landed almost exactly where they were shot from and made an ever increasing mess on his crotch. The rest of his orgasm landed on the chair, the floor, and the lower portion of the window.

He painted a lewd scene in the morning sunlight and when he finally expended his testicles of their load, he relaxed and his arms fell to his sides. His cock smacked wetly upon the heavily coated furniture and started to issue it's post-cum fluids over the edge and onto the hardwood floor. If anyone had walked in on him, they either would have been absolutely horrified or incredibly turned on. The smell would have been enough to turn on anyone upon smelling it.

After a few moments, Wendel sat up a bit and admired his cock's mess with both a naughty appreciation and mild horror at what he would need to clean up. Off-handedly he thought about buying a tarp or ground sheet for the next time in the hope that it would lessen the clean up time and possibility of damaging his apartment. But for now, he was both full and empty and beyond tired.

With one final glance outside, Wendel chuckled as his cock spewed more post-cum, "Are you proud of yourself?" Then he closed his eyes and drifted off into a hopefully short nap.