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John looked in the mirror, running hands over his head. He sighed low, looking at his head, bare without his antlers. The buck frowned but knew he had no choice but to accept it. Part of the facts of life of being a stag was every January or so, his antlers fell off. It was expected and he was accustomed to it but nonetheless, he missed the sight of his decorations. Rut season for bucks was normally in the winter but John's tended to fall in the spring. He wasn't sure why, probably some sort of biological abnormality that would have a long name if a doctor ever talked to him about it.

The one gleaming positive to his head being so barren was it only happened after his rutting season. During that season, he practically lived between his wife's thighs. He kept her away from his friends and especially any other deer. The male was protective and Meghan was oh so happy to be his plaything during the season. She was insatiable and he loved that about her. He made sure to romance her before and after the season but during the height of it, he was purely on instinct, rutting his wife dutifully.

But once his rut was over, his sex drive was diminished and the stag was left without his antlers. The couple had been together for five years, married two and they had maintained a strong bond. He loved her so much. But in the aftermath of his rut, she'd been horny still and he had his sex drive reduced. He tried his best even with the very expensive blue pills but there was only so much work that could be done to combat nature's cruel joke. His testosterone was down, and so too, remained his dick.

But Meghan was disappointed at the swing in interest from her husband. Going from being his plaything to being unwanted was a harsh juxtaposition that took some adjusting to. She loved her husband but it was hard to be expected to flip between two extremes with little more than a week's difference. She would grind into him and John could do nothing but look at his wife and frown. He hated the look of disappointment that would always, always spread over her face. The stag always shook his head and braced for the disappointment across her face.

"Honey!" Meghan's voice called from downstairs.

"Yeah?"

"It's quarter til! He's going to be here soon!"

John nodded his head and smiled at himself in the mirror. He wasn't sure how this would go down but he suspected all the same.

John left the bedroom and walked downstairs. His arms wrapped around Meghan from behind and he let out quiet chuffing noises, rubbing his cheek against hers. His wife sighed and pressed back to him. She had this short skirt on with a dark blue blouse. But it was always her fur that got his attention. His wife was a lithe Dalmatian and her tail was always want to wag hard whenever he'd pinned her beneath his body for a proper rutting.

She leaned into him and ran a hand over the back of his neck.

"Mmm. I love you, sweetheart," she said.

John smiled and kissed her cheek, moving over to her lips for the next one.

"I love you too," he whispered.

And he did. Even with his plan tonight, he loved her so much. She was his wife, his wonderful partner in life and everything. He couldn't imagine a better person to be with.

She deserved everything that was coming to her.

The knock on the door broke the couple up from their embrace. John pulled back from his wife and gave her butt a light squeeze.

Going through their small house, John found himself at the door, opening it up to the very large otterdog that lived in their neighborhood. His muzzle was scruffy with fur and his bright blue eyes seemed to glow with a certain mischief that John could just imagine all the women in the neighborhood finding alluring. He was tall but his body was still stocky, with his strong chest being complimented by a muscular paunch. The dog grinned wide when he saw the smaller male in front of him.

John laughed when he was suddenly scooped up in a big hug by his friend. His arms stuck at his sides by the pinning hug from the much larger male. He laughed and wiggled in the hug, unable to do anything else but accept the hug!

"How you been, John?" Pheeze grinned, the otterdog finally letting him down.

"Good! I've been good. Just been so busy lately. It's like I haven't even had time just to hang out like this in a long while."

"Yeah," Pheeze said, patting his friend's back. "Ain't that the truth. AC's been out in my apartment for a little while now and I didn't have a chance to shower before I came over here so sorry that I'm sweating balls."

That was true. John could tell from the powerful odor coming off Pheeze that he was telling the truth. But while the scent may have been strong it wasn't exactly unpleasant either. There was something definitely alluring about it but John tried his best to ignore that thought process.

"So you just got your sweat all over me?" John said.

"Yup!"

"Ass," John grinned, punching Pheeze's arm.

The otterdog grabbed John's head in a lock and rubbed his knuckles against his scalp.

"Shut up," he grinned. He released his hold of John and glanced about the entryway as if he were looking for something. "Where's Meghan?"

John's stomach flipped. "She's back in the kitchen, c'mon."

John could hear each step from Pheeze, the otterdog lacking the ability to be stealthy in the slightest from the padding of feet behind him. Or maybe that was all a part of the otterdog's enormous size!

"Pheeze!" Meghan smiled, padding up to him and giving him a hug. John saw Pheeze's hands rest just over her butt, the sheer size of them making it hard not to hold onto her ass at least in part.

The Dalmatian's tail gave a slow wag and she pointed to the couch.

"Please, sit! I know the game is about to start so I wanted to get the last few things ready in the kitchen first."

"Yes ma'am!" he grinned, eyes clearly watching over her legs and up the spots to her ass as she sauntered away. The shameless dog didn't even bother to feign innocence to John. He just shrugged and nodded his head towards her direction when she was far enough away. "Aren't you a lucky buck?"

John nodded his head, feeling somewhat sheepish in the moment. It was strange because during the rut, he would brag about what she'd do with him, how many rounds she'd let him have a go at her, just to sate that biological need! But as soon as it was over, he seemed unable to voice the fact back to his friend as before.

Yes, he was tapping that.

Yes, he was lucky.

And yes, he knew Pheeze was watching. But to voice any of that felt like too much to the buck so he opted for silence instead and he moved with his friend over to the couch.

Turning on the TV, John found the beginnings of the day's last match at the World Cup about to begin. He listened to the commentators talking about things to watch for, to examine, what might happen but John wasn't paying attention. He was distracted by Meghan coming back in with a tray full of drinks of snacks. She beamed over at her husband, trying to make her absolute best impression as she snuggled up to him. She pulled her legs up too, and sat into John, giving Pheeze a clear view at her ass even with the skirt in the way.

On screen, one of the players tapped his opponent on the back. The receiver fell to the ground, crying out and moaning loudly. He was almost sobbing from the looks of it!

"Oh come on!" Pheeze grunted, picking up a beer from the tray Meghan and brought in. "Stop being such a baby. You were patted on the back ya fucking bitch!"

John couldn't help himself but to snicker. Pheeze was absolutely right. There was no reason for that reaction other than to try and foul the other player but it was so blatant and gross that it was hard to take the game seriously.

"They're all scummy people. Honestly," Meghan chimed in. "It's a gentleman's game played by hooligans."

"And Rugby is a hooligan's game played by gentlemen," John finished.

Pheeze grinned at the two of them, taking a big gulp from his beer.

"Well aren't you just the cutest damn couple ever?" he said, leaning back to watch them now.

John tapped Meghan's waist and she cuddled up closer to her husband. Her skirt rode up and John could see by the quick glance from the leering otterdog that he was staring at every bit of exposed fur on the Dalmatian.

"Yeah, well," Meghan kissed John's cheek, her tail giving a slow wag and nearly hiking up her whole skirt in the process.

"My husband is pretty damn fantastic!"

John could only smile, running a hand down her back, caressing his wife and staring into her eyes intently.

"Glad to hear it!" Pheeze beamed, leaning back into his seat.

John's cheeks burned hot. He gave her cheek a soft kiss, standing up to looking at the two still on the couch.

"I'll be right back," he said, walking off to the bathroom. Leaving a man like Pheeze alone with your wife was a risky maneuver but that was why John had invited him over after all.

In their bathroom, the buck pulled up a video file sent to him by a mutual friend. The friend's girlfriend was splayed out on a bed, cum covering the wolf's dark black fur and the camera was looking down at a knot popping into her to her screams of bliss. John had the foresight to watch it with the volume all the way down, but even so, watching that wolf being railed by some shepherd mix was the greatest damn view he could imagine. It was the reason why Pheeze was the stud he seemed to be: he had the skill and the dick to back up said attitude.

John shivered at the thought of the video. He turned his phone off and put it back into his pants before pulling his cock out to pee. It was funny that even though he'd just seen something so incredibly hot as his friend in motion with a moaning bitch, he was still completely flaccid. The fact of the matter was he was unable to be at all aroused after his rut season.

The cruelty of nature was not to be understated.

When John came back into the room, he wasn't sure where his wife was. He couldn't see her at first and it wasn't until he crested the couch that he saw Meghan kneeling in front of Pheeze, her mouth wrapped around the otterdog's large black shaft.

Pheeze looked at John and shrugged in a casual sense that seemed to say, what can you do?

John just looked on with color burning into his cheeks.

"That's, uh, unexpected," the buck said.

"Hey, she was talking about your 'condition' post-rutting season. I just thought I might help her get some of this energy out of her system. She needs the release, right?"

"R-right."

"And you don't seem to be able to give this to her right now, right?"

"Yeah... But I mean... you could have asked first?"

Pheeze shrugged and ran his hand over Meghan's head. He gave her head a gentle push down and John could see her cheeks bulging at the sudden increase in what was in her mouth. The gag she made was one of the single hottest things that John had ever heard.

"Would you like me to stop?"

John shook his head slowly before he spoke.

"Don't let me stop your good time."

"Thanks, man," Pheeze said. He leaned his head back, hands still on the Dalmatian's head. "Oooh she's really good at that!"

"Y-yeah," John managed. He cleared his throat and glanced from his wife, with her eyes closed and lips wrapped around their friend's cock. "She's, uh, she's very durable."

"Durable?" Pheeze laughed, a sharp sound that dropped John's ears. "Christ, you make her sound like a car."

"Well, I mean-- "

"C'mon, John. Use that tongue of yours and speak."

The buck looked over at his friend and felt whatever resistance he may have had melt away.

"Don't be afraid to be rough with her. She really is into the rough stuff."

Pheeze laughed and shoved Meghan down. Her nose ran into his dark pubic fur and he held her down, his strong arm giving her no leeway to move away.

"Fuuuuck, you weren't kidding! Bitch really does love this kind of thing, don't she?"

"Yeah," John said.

Pheeze glanced over at his friend, his wife between his knees and moaning around the musky male's cock. He nodded to the chair beside the couple.

"Get comfortable, John. I think I'm going to be here a while!"

John didn't even bother objecting. He came around to the other side of the couch and sat down. He stared straight ahead as Pheeze and Meghan worked in tandem with one another. She would bob down and he would thrust up. Her chin and muzzle was a mess of pre and ruined fur. His huge balls smacked against Meghan's spotted chin. It was something to behold alright! John couldn't believe he had a first row ticket to what he was watching.

The otterdog's hips rocked on the couch. John really hoped that the smell of Pheeze's body could wash out of the cushions. Last thing he needed was for other people to know exactly what was happening here.

"Fuck, I don't think I'm going to be able to stop at just a blowjob. John, do you mind if I take this bitch of yours for a ride?"

"N-no," John managed. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, simple sentences felt beyond his grasp!

"C'mon now. If you keep stammering like that, I'll have to start calling you doe cause you're sure as fuck behaving like some little lovesick doe."

"It's really hot, okay? I'd be fighting you right now if it were a few weeks ago but..." he shivered when Pheeze pulled out, strands of pre and spittle connecting his wife's muzzle to the large black shaft. "But you're so hot right now I just want to keep watching."

Pheeze laughed again and gave John's hand a pat.

"Hey, appreciate the honesty. I'd take you in a fight but the only reason I'm giving this to her right now is because she needs it. You can smell it on her"

It was true. It was so true that she needed that right now. John watched Meghan slip her shirt off over her head. Her frame filled out, enough fat on her that there was something to grab onto. Her breasts were full and still perky from youth. She bounced a little, wiggling her hips to take her skirt off. John was certain it was also to show off. He knew his wife well.

She was so beautiful he felt his whole body swell with love and admiration even as she straddled the lap of another man. Pheeze wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. He held onto her, claws poking her skin. The dog whimpered and rolled her hips to hers. The Dalmatian was left only in a pair of soaked, red panties with a black waist band. They were John's absolutely favorite pair and Pheeze was toying with the waistband.

"Damn, you got a really great looking bitch here, John. You know that's what you are, right?" Pheeze said that last part to Meghan. The Dalmatian nodded her head, ears flopping and she even beamed at the male in front of her.

"Yessir! I do what I can."

"Oh. That you do. Such a good little bitch, huh?"

Meghan's cheeks burned bright but she didn't seem to deny it either. Clearing her throat, she wiggled in her place again, grinding her panties into his swollen shaft.

"I'm a bitch when I need it. And I really need it. Johnny can't help that his rut season only goes so far, but I really need this now, sir!"

Pheeze licked his lip and tugged her panties to the side. He stopped suddenly and looked at John.

"Y'know... If I'm going to take this lovely bitch of yours, how 'bout you help us out?"

John stared ahead, dumbfounded but he slowly found himself nodding his head. The buck's eyes stared straight ahead into the rugged Otterdog's.

"How can I help?" John asked.

The male beneath John's wife gave her ass a hard smack and grinned at her then him.

"Why don't you get this bitch's panties off for us?"

John was not one to shirk from his responsibilities. He slipped onto the floor and slid Meghan's panties down. It passed the curve of her hips and she wiggled, getting them down to her thighs before he wasn't able to move them any further.

"You need to get off him if you want me to do this, babe," John said.

Pheeze laughed.

"Who said she was getting off me? Tear them off if you have to!"

Meghan slapped Pheeze's chest and she scowled at him.

"They are my favorite pair! No one's tearing anything!"

Pheeze locked eyes with the Dalmatian. He grabbed her panties and gave a hard tug, pulling them free. They came free all at once, slipping down her thigh uselessly.

The Dalmatian growled at him and she opened her mouth to say something when the otterdog's finger slid into her muzzle.

"Shut up, bitch. You talk too much and don't fuck nearly enough. Let's get to the main event."

John should have been mortified or angry or anything! But he was stuck there, staring at Pheeze's huge black shaft, seeing it poke and prod at her lips. She was already soaked, a mess on her thighs evident. She was only like that for John during rutting season. He didn't even realize how much his wife was into this brute they had invited over until she was ready to be speared by him.

Pheeze grabbed her ass and pulled her up. She yelped at first but the otterdog pulled her down hard. She yelped and her body seized up. The way she held herself, still and not daring to move. There was nothing she could do but accept it at that point. She knew it, John knew it, and Pheeze was the cause of it, so naturally he knew it too.

The otterdog bucked his hips up, forcing that large length deep into her body. She moaned loud, clenching his shoulders and gasping. The more he rocked his hips, the more she moaned for him, but the moans were broken up with sighs and with moving hips. It went quickly from him doing the work to her letting him do what he wanted with her. As mean and rough as he may have been, she was his now, by choice or by force.

"F-fuck!" Pheeze grunted. "She's a tight little slut, ain't she?"

John laughed, hand running down her back, not letting his eyes leave the barreling shaft.

"Yeah, there's times when I'm first starting rutting season that it hurts like hell."

"I can imagine!" Pheeze winked at his friend, fucking his wife right in front of him. "Thanks for loosening her up for me!"

John shrugged it off, hand moving to Pheeze's strong thighs. The smell of his musk was overpowering his thoughts. It was strong and pleasant and he thought he was getting hard because of it. But whatever it was, he needed more!

"Little surprised," Pheeze grunted, not letting his hips slow from their mission of ramming into Meghan's tight body. "Didn't expect you to be so happy to let me fuck your little spotty bitch here!"

John didn't know what else to say. He swallowed, glancing down and then back up to the otterdog. He shrugged, hoping that would be the end of it.

"Ha! You think you're going to get off with just that little shrug, little doe? Come on now. Tell me the truth!"

"I... I saw a video of you with Jake and Steph a few weeks ago."

Pheeze stared at John, his ear flopping. His muzzle twisted to a wide grin and he licked his chops. Meghan didn't stop moving, still rocking her hips and riding the cock hard. It was hard to pay attention to Pheeze with the near-constant wet noises caused by their bodies coming together.

"You saw that?! And you still let me fuck her?"

John shook his head.

"I didn't let you, Pheeze... I wanted this to happen. You have no idea how much I've been fantasizing about this..."

The otterdog laughed and ruffled John's head. He shrunk somewhat, cheeks burning hot at the action.

"Oh, isn't that cute! You wanted me to fuck your girlfriend's pussy into the mess I made of Steph's?"

John nodded his head. Meghan seemed to be in her own world, the Dalmatian, moaning loud enough that the neighbors were likely aware of what was happening!

John nodded his head. His cheeks were hot but he didn't look away. If he was going to admit to it, he would at least do it while facing Pheeze.

"What can I say? It's hot as hell and I haven't been able to get Meghan off since the rut ended. Of course I want someone to get her off."

The otterdog tapped the top of John's head a few times and grinned.

"Atta doe."

John should have said something but Pheeze pushed Meghan off. She yelped, the wet slorp of that cock leaving her made John shudder. Pheeze stood up, his cock dripping with Meghan's pre. The otterdog pulled on John's head and the deer could do nothing except breathe it in. He tried to tell himself he didn't enjoy it but it was a lie. The smell of her, of him, the pure Alpha was strong and John whined a little bit. Pheeze didn't even have to ask. His tongue slipped out and dragged along the underside.

Pheeze's tail wagged for a bit as John slipped more of his cock into his mouth. It was warm and the size of it had his jaw aching but he didn't slow. The way that Pheeze's cock taste and the tickle of submission somewhere in the back of his head felt so good--much better than he dared to admit!

But it wasn't meant to last. The otterdog finally pushed John off who panted onto the cock that was still connected to his lips.

"I'm going back to fucking that spotty bitch of yours. But your mouth can still be put to work, understand?"

John nodded his head vigorously.

"Good doe." Pheeze turned around, smacking John's face with his tail. John bit his lip and glanced at the back of his friend, up his strong body and down to that inviting ass beneath a wagging tail.

"Meghan, turn around."

The Dalmatian practically jumped at his words. She turned around to face the wall, hands on the back of the couch. Her tail wagged, whooshing through the air and giving both men a proper view of her dripping quim.

But Pheeze wasn't content to just watch. He went over to her, grabbed onto her hips and plunged in! It was an all at once thrust that put the best porn shots to shame! John stared straight ahead, seeing both the dogs wag their tails. But it was that image in mind that John remembered Pheeze's order. He moved closer to his friend and leaned into that bare ass. The feel of the strong cheeks under his hands was enough to get John anxious. He leaned in close and dragged his tongue over that hidden star.

His wife was being fucked by this stud of a dog and John was licking his ass! He was rimming the sweat and the musk and the--fuck! John was throbbing now. He didn't even think he _could_get hard after rut season but here he was, throbbing and aching for more as he heard his wife being pounded into oblivion by the local breeding stud. What was John supposed to do. He kept working, tongue serving his better, his superior in every way. He didn't know what else to do. His muzzle went down farther and he found himself licking at the back of Pheeze's balls. He was gasping and nuzzling in.

It was evident from Meghan's whimpering, howling moans that she was cumming for Pheeze. And John couldn't blame her. He held on tight, feeling the balls smacking his chin as he was licking them now, trying to get more of that wonderful, intoxicating scent. It was potent and heady and strong. It smelled like how John knew a man should smell like. It smelled nothing like he did right then. Maybe it was just the decreased testosterone, but John knew that he didn't smell like that outside of rut.

John moved his face back to Pheeze's ass. He pressed his nose into the bulky hybrid's ass. He kept licking, moaning and pushing his tongue against it. He was groaning and holding onto his hips, fingers digging in. With closed eyes, he was practically worshipping that ass and was egged on by a hand on his head, pushing him back towards it. He was lapping the sweaty musk off that ass, gasping for breath but not bothering to slow down. Moved with the hand, he was one stud between his wife, feeling the impact through Pheeze. It was so intoxicating and kinky and...

And John's cock was pulsing. He shivered and tensed up, face still buried in that ass. He had just cum in his pants. From Pheeze fucking his wife, from the scent of Pheeze. Fuck it was so wonderful and terrible all at once. He was let go and without being held there, John found himself falling back to the ground.

From his view, John could see Pheeze's cock slam into his wife's spread cunt. She was open for him and she was moaning so loud that no one could deny she was being bred by a pro. Pheeze had the situation under control and his smacking balls created a loud pattern of where Pheeze was. That's how John could tell that the otterdog was getting close. The way his thrusts sped up, closer and closer and undoubtedly close. John watched that fat black knot barrel against her lips.

Meghan's legs wrapped around Pheeze's waist, holding him by her legs, pulling him in. She held onto his back, her claws running down his back and she howled, arching her back and screaming to the sky. She was cumming again and Pheeze responded by slamming his swollen, black knot deep into her. John saw Pheeze's balls twitching with the rest of his crotch. He was cumming, breeding his wife, unable to do anything but watch, helpless, loving it but hating himself for not participating. That should be his bitch to breed. That was his bitch to breed!

But there was one haunting, wonderful fact that John couldn't shake. He knew that Meghan and Pheeze were compatible breeds. Pheeze had likely just impregnated his wife. He shivered at that, his whole body seeming to run cold at the thought of his wife being bred, well and truly bred by his friend. The idea was so wrong and so wonderful and John just stared, in love with the sight of the two, moaning and grinding and gasping.

Meghan pulled Pheeze down in for a kiss. She moaned into his lips, holding him close, fingers running through his hair. John knew that Meghan's mouth was being invaded by the pitiful whimper she let out. It was his favorite and least favorite thing about the moment and John just watched. He knew there was nothing he could do. But he wished he didn't love it as much as he did.

Meghan's body went limp, panting hard, her breasts flat against her body, rising with the rest of her body. She was still impaled, hips in the air to rest with Pheeze's body.

"J-John, want to hand me that beer?" Pheeze said, panting himself. His scent was strong and filled the room.

John stood up, walking on shaking legs to grab the beer, handing it to his friend. The otterdog took a long drink and handed it back to him. He was about to turn to leave when Pheeze grabbed his butt and pulled him in for a quick, invading kiss! He shivered and pressed tighter against the larger male, cheeks burning hot.

"Hope you don't mind if I stay the weekend. I'm looking forward to fucking this spotty bitch of yours as much as I want."

John looked from him, to the splayed, panting form of his naked and spent wife. Looking back at Pheeze, he saw those bright blue eyes, looking at him with kindness. Even through all of that, Pheeze looked at John the same way. It was different, sure but John didn't think that Pheeze thought any differently. Because there was one truth that John learned in his childhood that he believed to be true.

Sharing is what friends do.