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"Babe, it's acting up again."

Words that nearly irritated Max as much as the preparations he was busy setting up, his dining room table covered in various snacks and beverages.

The mildly chubby, grey furred raccoon had been setting up for the housewarming party all day, and it was nearly ready without a hitch, but one.

Outside, from the sliding glass doors that were open enough for his dainty, effeminate muzzle to poke through to bear the bad news, was Ollie.

He was a slim, effeminate otter boy, wearing nothing but a pair of tightly fitting purple speedos, and an engagement ring, bestowed upon his silky paw by his loving, yet irritated Raccoon mate.

"Seriously, we just had them fix it before we moved in..." Max sighed, placing his pack of crackers down on the table and walking to meet his mate outside.

The two stood at the edge of the massive, sprawling in-ground pool, the entire point of the housewarming party to begin with, they had several friends that would make quick use and easy entertainment out of their new investment.

However, the large pumping station box on the far left end, was making a similar, just as annoying sputtering noise, indicating that it was in need of maintenance.

"Well we could call someone else...There's no way that we could do it ourselves..." Ollie spoke, cutely tapping his finger against his head.

"Oh shush, I got this babe." Max replied, with bravado.

Leaning into the console, Max gave it a firm smack with the base of his hand, smirking as it seemed to hum to life, only to emit some smoke afterwards, and sputter completely silent.

"Good job, Mister man, can we call someone now...?" Ollie asked gently.

"Yeah, look someone up..." Max replied, defeated.

While Ollie walked to the beach chair he had his phone lying upon and flopped onto his back, his thumbs tapping away for the lookup of a quick-response pool repairman, Max walked inside and gave another once over to his platters and preparations.

"Hmm, deviled eggs look good, all the food does, the wine is ready and th-" He spoke to himself, before coming to an icy realization.

"FUCK!" Yelled Max's voice from the house.

Ollie quickly jumped up from his chair and into the house, to see his irritated mate, fists closed on the counter.

"What's wrong?" The sweet speaking otter asked.

"Well, we can't serve the wine, remember the fragile box the movers dropped...?"

Ollie's face went flush as he recalled the memory, a large, strapping Doberman who had been helping carry in a box during moving day.

Max was out running some errands, and Ollie, ever the loving mate, stayed back to help the movers.

What was unknown to the loving Raccoon, was that the box had been broken due to it being the only good surface the Doberman was able to bend the little twink over, eagerly raising his engaged rudder tail over his muscular shoulder, and burying his aching knot deep inside him, and a few glasses got shattered inside it during the quick, impromptu fuck.

"Oh, yeah, that box..." Ollie said, remembering how the Dobie's seed had spattered down the cardboard's side, completely unnoticed by the oblivious Raccoon. "Damn, well we can't drink from our hands babe..." Ollie said, blinking his eyes cutely.

Getting the hint, Max nodded and leaned in, planting a genuine, loving kiss to his mate's lips, before softly pulling off.

"I'll head to the store, grab us some solos or something." Max smiled, Ollie softly patting his shoulder. "Well, there is good news, I found an app for the repair, they already sent someone." He spoke, his bedazzled phone held up.

Max chuckled, such a techie otter, always able to find services on his phone so easily.

"Ok, you wait for them to fix that damn pump, I'll be back soon." Max said, turning and heading for the door.

Smiling, and with roughly two hours before the party was due to begin, Ollie walked his scantily clad body back out to the poolside.

Getting into the car and pulling out, Max began receiving texts about the party, to which he was unable to respond, but he felt he needed to hurry or face the wrath of a shitty first party.

'YOUR HANDZON TECHNICIAN 'Allen' WILL ARRIVE SHORTLY...' Read Ollie's phone screen, as he smiled, placing the phone down on his beach chair, walking into the house and grabbing a robe off the wall.

He hardly wanted to hide his more effeminate assets from the repairman, it worked well with the movers, and the pizza delivery boy, it even nearly baited a vacuum salesman, why would he cover himself up now?

Like clockwork, a few moments later, a loud knock echoed through the house at the front door, the scantily robed Otter already there, and swinging it open.

Looking not at, but up at the casually dressed Caribou that stood before him, looking at his massive antlers and chiseled handyman's body,the mischievous otter's face immediately went flush.

"OllieLikesItRough23?" The Caribou asked, sighing at Ollie's username, totally not a signal.

"You know it." Ollie replied, softly smiling up at the taller, stronger fur.

"You know you can just use your regular name for this app, right?" Allen asked, as he walked inside, right past Ollie, and toward the back door.

"Big, strong, and goes where he wants, mmm..." Ollie teased every step of the way to the glass doors. "I like those qualities."

Allen stopped for a moment, and looked at the shorter, adorable otter, smirking a bit and pointing at his ringed finger. "So does your girl, or guy, whichever."

Damnit, usually that was a dealbreaker, this ring was as much a blessing as it was a curse.

"Oh, uh, well, yeah it's a guy...but..." Ollie trailed off, looking down.

"How long is he out?" Allen asked, to the point.

Caught off guard, Ollie replied sheepishly. "Not long, he uh, had to get something from the store...

"Uh huh..." Allen shrugged, walking outside, killing any hope Ollie had of getting further, faster.

Arriving at the pump box, Allen quickly slid his large hoof up and over the handle, sliding the innards of the machine into plain view, and gazed inside.

"It's just a blown fuse and a ton of dust, this won't take long." Allen firmly spoke, reaching into his bag and retrieving a fuse and tools, and a can of pressurized air.

"Wow...well, s- sorry to make you come out here for just an easy job then." Ollie said, still feeling defeated.

Making quick, easy work of the repairs, Allen blew dust from the circuitry, then closed the hatch, the pump humming to life.

"Almost looks like someone punched the fuze right through the hatch." Allen jokingly spoke. "Alright, that's about it..."

Ollie shuffled his foot on the smooth tile ground, before smiling up at him.

"Thank you, you saved our party." Ollie spoke, turning to go retrieve his phone to finish the order to pay the studly caribou.

Allen smirked and suddenly, placed a hand on the otter's shoulder.

"W- Wha?" Ollie confusedly meeped, looking back at Allen.

"I never said no, you little tease." Allen smirked widely, his large lips beckoning the otter.

"We only have like twenty mi-" Ollie started, stopped as the suddenly assertive Caribou pulled his dainty head into his, their lips locking in an adulterous kiss, their tongues instantly pushing against one another.

Ollie let out a pent up moan into the Caribou's mouth, his heated fishy breath seeming to arouse Allen more, his large hooved hands quickly pulling the engaged otter's robe off and to the ground.

Pulling off from the intense kiss, Allen licked his lips and spoke softly.

"Let's see what else that mouth can do..."

Eagerly, and with lust filling his mind, Ollie wasted no time, pulling Allen's work slacks down after unbuttoning them, his smaller body hardly needing to kneel down to match his gaze to the slowly hardening, massive rod Allen had freeing from his sheath.

"Heeyyy, you've got Ollie's voicemail~, let me know what you need~" Ollie's pre-recorded voice teased, not even mildly alarming the oblivious Max as he left a loving message.

"Hey babe, there was a Bed Bath n Beyond like, ten minutes away, got these wonderful crystal glasses, gotta go big right, and the guys are already asking when the party will be starting..." He droned on.

While his loving mate was leaving a voicemail implying his soon return, Ollie was on his knees, as Allen was relaxed on a bench poolside, His hooves petting over the dainty otter's head as he warmly was squelching his mouth up and down his throbbing, veiny cock.

"That's it, suck it, good boy..." Allen teased, knowing just what buttons to hit on a ring wearing little otter, with this job, needy mates were plentiful.

As if he noticed the Caribou's cock pulse with life each time he gazed at it, Ollie warmly winked and flexed his hand purposefully, letting the smooth, cool metal of the engagement ring caress up and down Allen's shaft, teasingly combining it with his skillful handjob and synchronized sucking.

"Bet he wasn't thinking of that ring being used that way when he was on HIS knee, huh cutie..." Allen groaned, the cool metal and soft webbed twink hand paws milking him steadily. "Uggh, slow down slut, gonna blow at this rate..."

Ollie hardly slowed down, relaxing his throat and making sure the shining metal ring was the first thing that the Caribou felt, his tongue lapping at the larger, better cock tip, he quickly began stroking his committed ring along the other man's shaft.

Allen, unable to hold back, let out a loud neigh, cumming onto Ollie's disloyal face, marking him with splatters of white, thick seed, his tip spraying an equal amount intentionally into the accepting Otter's mouth and dulling the shine of his engagement ring with the remainder.

Ollie smirked, smiling as the thick load matted his facial fur, much more than his idiotic Max would be able to produce, but that was usually the case, licking some of it, happy to have pleasured another stud.

"That was great, t- thanks~" Ollie pleasurably spoke, licking more of the delicious Caribou seed from his ring finger.

"Who...heh...who said I'm done...?" Allen said, confidently.

Only then did Ollie realize, while exploding in an incredible cumshot, the Caribou's rod was still fully hardened, fully veined and pulsing. "That was just my first load, it takes two, cutie."

Nervousness set in for the first time, he had cheated so often but never had someone wanted a round two, especially with such a suddenly closing time frame, but his cock was perfect, this antlered Atlas was everything the cheating otter wanted in a man.

His hopes of feeling that massive caribou cock spread him open came crashing down as the audible engine of Max's car pulled into the driveway out front.

"F- fuck, w- we don't have time now!" Ollie whined hopping up to his feet,

as Allen was smearing some of his cum along his inviting, teasing cock.

"Well, guess we'll have to make some...trust me, cutie..." Allen replied, his smile too genuine to ignore, and his tongue licking his teeth in need.

"F- fuck it..." Ollie, defeated, said, grabbing both of his hands needingly around the perfect Caribou's length again.

"Babe? Where are you?" Max curiously called out, looking around the desolate kitchen, placing the bag of glasses on the table.

No answer, but the glass door was wide open, and there on the ground was his loving otter's bathrobe.

Nervously, Max walked outside, and surveyed the pool, from the pumping machine, he could clearly see, his mate, and, someone else's heads, protruding from the back of the green facade.

"Babe?! What's wrong?" Max asked, walking toward them.

"Sir, stay where you are, I'm an electrician, and there is a live wire down, outside of your pumping machine, if we move, we'll get one hell of a zap, your uh, partner, already got one!" Allen quickly blurted out.

Thrusting his hips forward, burying his long length deeper into the mated Otter, basically in front of his fiance's eyes, he uttered a moan out of the Ollie's feminine lips.

"Ahh yeah babe, it's really, aahh, dangerous, don't come closer!" Ollie played along, his little cock fully out of his sheath, his speedo laying right behind them as Allen hardly slowed his homewrecking thrusts.

"Jesus, are you serious, call 911?" Max reacted, reaching for his phone.

"No need, I got uggh, I got it taken care of, just need a few more minutes to fit, this cable right into place..." Allen teased, his cock throbbing, clearly getting off to the risk, and his own craftiness.

"But what about Ollie, is he okay?!" Max nervously asked, not even wanting to take a step backwards.

"He'll be a little sore in the morning, but yeah, he's nnggg...he's just fine, such a good mate you got here man, he's tigh- uh, tough, tough as Hell..." Allen continued teasing.

Ollie had never felt such intense, disloyal pleasure, his cock oozing freely beneath the two of them as the massive hips of the Caribou crashed into his, their fur the only dampener of sound, Allen clearly knowing how to keep his cock silent but still thoroughly rough and raw.

"Babe, you okay?" Max called out, wanting his loving fiance to confirm what the perfect stranger said.

Ollie whined, biting his lip, and uttering out a simple "Yeah! I'll be okay! Feeling better already, just don't ahhhh, don't walk onto the wiiireee!" He yelped, Allen, was silently thrusting deeper, the Caribou hardly able to speak, his deepened rod twitching inside of the cheating otter's depths, quietly telling Ollie what he already knew, he was cumming.

"Okay, babe, uh, should I go inside?!" Max asked, panicked

"No, stay...right...therrreeee..." Allen groaned out, bottoming out inside his boyfriend right before his eyes, clenching his eyes tightly as seed poured from his cock, blowing into the warm otter's accepting hole.

Panting for a few moments, Allen quickly got his composure back, and swung his hoof against the console, making it seem like he was doing something other than drive his cock deeply into a mated otter.

"That...That should do it, but don't, uggh, don't walk over here, trace electricity and all..." Allen teased, slapping Ollie's left asscheek before swiftly pulling his cum soaked rod from the otter's backside, aiming his tip at his legs, splattering his calves and feet in the last of his load, making sure each, square inch of the otter was disloyal.

"Okay, uh, what should I do..." Max whined out.

"Well, the electricity sent his robe flying off, you could grab it for your mate, would be nice of you." Allen said, clearly testing this oblivious Raccoon's believability limits, and being even more surprised when the purple robe landed in front of Ollie with a throw.

Allen tucked his now softened, freshly milked cock back into his pants, and assisted the weak legged cheating otter into his robe, smiling silently as he did.

"Okay, uh, the electricity should have died down by now, you can come over here." Allen said, sneaking one, final slap to the robed ass of his mated fucktoy.

Max practically ran over to the two, Allen standing right above his freshly fucked otter boy and his oblivious mate, smirking as he turned and walked away.

"Oh yeah, about that coupon you had, Ollie, I'll accept it, this job's on the house." Allen teased, winking at Ollie before walking down and into the house.

Ollie weakly groaned, to what Max thought was pain, but was the total opposite.

"You gonna be ok?" Max asked nervously, Ollie, trailing his cum matted, yet licked clean ring hand across his mate's cheek.

"Better than ever~" He softly smiled. "Party still on, we fixed the pump..." He said weakly.

"Yeah it is, I even invited that one mover we had beers with, the doberman I think his name was Jack?" Max proudly announced.

"Yeah, Jack, wow, thanks baby, you DO listen..." Ollie teased.

An hour later, as guests began to arrive to the loving couple's party

Ollie felt his weak, freshly drained cock slowly stir a bit in his robe as he recognized so many faces, and they clearly recognized him, yet stayed totally silent to his fiance, some of them even realizing Max is a weak drunk, and purposefully feeding him wine from his freshly bought glasses.

This party was just getting started...