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"It just feels like he never fucking listens to me, for fuck's sake just LOOK how he is dressed!"

How many times has Quinn heard this? After seven years of being an LGBTQ+ relationship counselor in a rather densely populated city center, it must be in the thousands.

"Well, have you considered his own needs before your own? Perhaps his ignorance to change his clothing is based on a refusal to provide your own ear?" Quinn replied, drumming his fingers over the surface of his desk.

Quinn, the slightly overweight, business casual dressed Raccoon was hardly interested at this point, he had managed to sit through twelve sessions with this particular couple, and they hardly made progress through any of them.

The couple was composed of two furs that hardly seemed like a match from the get go, one of them, Ryan, a muscular stallion, with long flowing blonde hair draped down over his dark brown fur.

The other, Dart, a frog nearly half his boyfriend's size, his smooth body a stark contrast to his boyfriend's, and his outfits twice as revealing, the blue and yellow patterns over the slender, feminine twink amphibian's body usually easy to see to the common passerby, and Quinn was no exception.

"Bullshit." Ryan spoke softly, putting his hand on his forehead, "What is there to listen to, it's simple, he's supposed to be mine, I don't like other dudes being able to see his ass!"

Rolling his eyes, Dart simply grumbled, his eyes more focused on his phone, as his tongue swirled over a lollipop in his smooth lipped mouth.

Quinn rubbed his fingers over his own forehead, sighing and thanking God when his phone began to ring, the caller ID reading 'Programmed Wake Up Call'.

"Ah, I uh, recognize that Caller ID, this will be confidential, can you both please leave the office for just a moment..." Quinn said, sitting up and motioning toward the door.

"But we still have time...what the Hell?" Ryan asked, checking his phone, angered even more.

"I understand that, and we will finish the session in...say ten minutes?" Quinn pleaded.

The equine huffed and got up, walking angrily out of the room, once more contrasting his boyfriend who calmly stood and strode toward the door, only then taking a look behind him and smiling at the stressed raccoon.

"Ya know, I appreciate your help hun, I really appreciate it..." Dart said with a smile.

Quinn nodded his head and watched the smooth bodied boy blatantly lick over his remaining lollipop lustfully, it was hardly the first time a disgruntled partner had flirted, probably won't be the last, he was used to it.

"No problem at all Dart, now, please, I'll see you in ten minutes." Quinn said, assertively lifting the phone to his ear.

Dart smiled to himself as he walked out of the office, with any luck, he would be doing more than seeing him, as he had been planning this out for weeks.

Dart caught up with his boyfriend in the hallway of the medical offices where Quinn's practice resided, his fingers casually tapping over his phone's screen, as he leaned against the wall near his frustrated mate.

"You gonna tell him how we don't even fuck anymore, or are you just going to keep that in like everything else that doesn't affect you?" Ryan sighed and asked.

"Well maybe if you weren't big enough to kill me and understood what gentle meant I would be more privy to let you slide inside." Dart teased, sticking his tongue out, sending another wave of fury over his boyfriend.

"You...Motherfucker..." Ryan grumbled, his fists balling as he stood up and turned from his mate. "I can't deal with this..." He huffed, angrily trotting off to the bathroom, shutting the door with an audible click.

It didn't take much to make that horse walk away, the first part of Dart's little plans being checked off efficiently.

"Heh, love you too..." Dart coyly spoke, tossing the stick of his lollipop into the trash can nearby, licking the remaining apple flavoring from his lips, before confidently strolling back down the hall.

With only three taps to the door's window, the slender bodied femmy frog walked briskly back into Quinn's office, a wide smile on his face.

Quinn was simply sitting at his desk, watching a recap of his favorite sports team on his computer, he quickly leaned up in his seat and coughed as he saw Dart enter.

"Oh, uh, Dart, I was..." Quinn tried to explain.

"Watching the Game? I figured...all your very important phone calls are during our sessions..." Dart said, softly rubbing his left hand over his right shoulder, posing a little as he smiled.

"I...er..." Quinn muttered, knowing he had been caught red handed.

"It's fine, it's fine, I'm not Ryan...I don't get mad at everything..." Dart spoke softly as he walked closer to the desk. "Horses, am I right...?"

Quinn reached up, adjusting his tie clad collar, his thicker body unused to a sudden spike of blood pressure, his eyes looking up and down over Dart.

"I know...I do...I know you aren't the problem, you are just...promiscuous, and he has boundary issues, but I haven't the slightest how to explain them to someone so stubborn..." Quinn blurted out.

It was hardly a lie, Quinn had nothing but patience and understanding for all of his clients, and even if Dart's promiscuity was a cause of anger for his loyal, steadfast stallion, Ryan's anger was the key reason he couldn't help.

"I don't think Ryan will ever listen to you, or me, or anyone...but, I know a few ways other than the monthly bill that I can show you MY appreciation..." Dart said, his voice lowering to a soft whisper as he walked intentionally behind Quinn's desk.

Quinn could only watch with nervousness growing as Dart smoothly leaned forward, his manicured fingers sliding briskly over the chubby raccoon's slacks, right up to his belt.

"Dart...you...don't need to quite do that..." Quinn spoke softly, "You said you have remained faithful!" he attempted to remind his client turned seducer.

"I have, but, you are just my type, and I have been wanting to show you how gooood of a counselor you are for weeks now..." Dart spoke softer still, his fingers easily manipulating and unbuckling Quinn's belt.

His slacks had begun to tent as his stiff member took shape, his breathing became heavier, his forehead dripping in sweat already as his eager smooth bodied client worked over his crotch, those smooth hands teasingly gripping at his still polyester covered length even when Dart had pulled the zipper down, exposing the raccoon's blue boxers.

"Your...t- type?...but you are into...muscly men, I'm hardly..." Quinn started, Dart simply shaking his head as he lowered onto his bare, yellow patterned knees, smiling "I said muscly men are what I've had so far...I want something that won't rip me apart inside, I want some...variety." Dart softly huffed, leaning forward.

The last of Quinn's resistance had flown right out the breeze carrying window behind him, as Dart's long, amphibious tongue snaked down intentionally into his boxers, the raw flesh of his twitching procyon member meeting the warm, eager licks of Dart's taste buds.

"Oh, D- Dart...what about...Ryan..." Quinn huffed through his breaths, reaching up and undoing his tie slightly, giving his pressured neck more room to breath.

Dart shrugged his shoulders, staying firmly on his knees, his eyes closed as his tongue explored around the surface of his counselor's crotch.

It was delicious, Dart thought to himself, it was so much easier to coil his smooth tongue around, it didn't have that pesky flare to deal with every thirty seconds, it was long enough to easily throat it should he want to, it was...perfect.

Quinn gripped the armrests of his chair tightly, his pent up body and lust overtaking his nervousness as Dart leaned back, letting the raccoon's stiff cock spring free of his pants, smiling up at him.

"Goodness, it's so red, so hard...mhh..." Dart spoke more to himself than Quinn before leaning in, letting it's entire length slide skillfully into his mated frog mouth, his tongue coiling easily around the length of his shaft.

Quinn let out an audible moan, his hands reaching down from his chair onto the smooth scalped head of the fellating frog, his body shivered, it had been quite a while since he had gotten head, let alone from someone so cutely dressed, someone so skillful, for those reasons he had almost forgotten that the head bobbing frog cutie beneath him had a mate in the first place.

A reminder was well on the way, as the door to his office received a few firm, heavy knocks, followed by a callout of a familiar, gruff, equine voice.

"Can I come back in yet...?"

Dart only stopped sucking for a brief period, not wanting to let the warm, salty, perfect length of his counselors enabling cock leave his mouth for long, the coy frog simply winked and put a finger over his lips when Quinn looked down at him in fear.

"W- what are you doing Dart?!" Quinn hecticly whispered.

"I went out for a few to get some fresh air after he yelled in the hallway, you haven't seen me, I texted you..." Dart said, as he slid his supple tiny frame underneath the leg area of Quinn's desk, easily fitting underneath it. "C'mon, get in position..."

How many times has this little slut done this? Was the only thought not filled with lust running through Quinn's mind as he positioned his palms firmly on his desk's surface and let out a soft sigh, before replying to the queries of his distressed equine client.

"Y- you may, the door is open."

Ryan swung the door open and was greeted by the casually sitting frame of his counselor, simply smiling toward him, albeit a bit sweaty.

"You okay, Quinn?" Ryan asked as he walked toward the seat on the right which he usually took during these sessions. "You look like a hot mess."

"I am fine, just, uh, the damn heat wave, we raccoons aren't mmhh...tempered for high heat..." Quinn replied softly, his fingers gripping over the surface of his desk with force.

Ryan just shrugged, accepting the chubby raccoon's excuse, and sitting back in his chair, unaware that only two feet in front of him, under the cheap wood pulping desk directly in his way, his beloved frog boyfriend was moving his smooth, blue skinned head up and down in more passionate bobs over Quinn's throbbing cock than he had ever received in their relationship.

"So where the Hell is Dart? Did he seriously leave...?" Ryan groaned impatiently.

"H- He texted my work phone, he said you had...mmhh some sort of disagreement in the hallway?, he said he will b- be back soon." Quinn huffed, rubbing his left hand on his forehead, trying to mask the intense pleasure he was riding.

Under the desk, Dart had never been more excited, he had been so tempted for weeks, clinging onto a thinly strung loyalty, which came undone the moment the first twitches of Quinn's amazing cock were felt by his smooth slender hand.

Curling his tongue warmly around Quinn's shaft, knowing his boyfriend was just behind him, hardly stopping and offering no resistance, Dart leaned his head down, allowing each inch of Quinn's knotted cock to rut down into his cheating throat, his eyes closing in pure bliss, the throbbing of the raccoon's knot indicated that he wouldn't last long like this.

"Fucking typical of him, I bet he won't even come back." Ryan said dismissively.

Being a man of words, and knowing exactly how to place them to cover his own emotion, Quinn thanked psych school in his mind as he both communicated with Dart, slurping lustfully under his desk, saliva pooling at the frog's dainty knees, mixing with the raccoon's spurting precum, and his oblivious, faithful, ignorant boyfriend simultaneously.

"I'm sure he will...mnhh...be...cumming...very soon..." Quinn softly spoke, his left hand reaching under the desk to pat the adulterous, slurping frog beneath him intentionally, his hips pushing forward.

The frog's warm wet throat pushed down firmly, he coiled his tongue like a constrictor around his entire length, stroking and squeezing over it, his mated hands cupping the furry, grey raccoon's balls with firm fondles, his throat hardly ceasing in it's grip.

Ryan's obliviousness combined with Dart's skillful slurps and silent gestures and adding to his pleasure with those smooth hands, sent Quinn over the edge, finally in some way he was able to get even with his most difficult client, by blowing a hardly hidden, pent up load down his eager boyfriend's thirsty throat.

"Pff, you have too much faith in him." Ryan dismissively said, leaning back in his own seat, pulling out his phone, reading over some sort of article.

Thinking to himself as the first throbs of his orgasm started flooding the cheating smooth bodied slut beneath his desk, Quinn said in his mind "I have a lot more than faith in him right now..."

It was so thick, so salty, so much of it, god it was everything he dreamed it would be, Dart eagerly drank down each spurt of the raccoon's warmly gushing spunk with no hesitancy, swirling his tongue over it's girth with every bit of delicious appreciation that he had for the apple flavored lollipop previously.

And while the oblivious Horse mere feet away from where the adoring mouth of his boyfriend was slurping deeply around a cock that wasn't remotely like his, Quinn was softly reaching his right hand to the left, tapping a few times on his personal cell as the last of his orgasm sputtered into Dart's eager mouth, sending another wake-up call to his desk phone

Dart licked his lips clean and planted an intentional kiss directly to Quinn's cock tip just as the wood above his head vibrated with the ringing of Quinn's phone.

"Oh, god, nhh...I'm sorry Ryan would you mind, just for a moment?" Quinn beckoned, his orgasmically blissed expression hardly hidden, but still going undetected by the aggravated, oblivious horse across from him.

"Yeah, sure, why not, haven't gotten blown off enough today." Ryan sighed, standing up and briskly walking from the office, slamming the door behind him.

Sighing in relief and picking up the phone, instantly hanging it up, Quinn pushed his foot paws down against the mat under him, rolling his office chair backward and smiling down at the accomplished, adulterous frog under his desk.

"I thought you were going to get me beaten..." Quinn whined, but breathed in deeply, lustfully smiling at the string of saliva that connected his shaft's deflating tip with the adoring frog's lips.

"Heh, you're the smart one here, don't worry, I won't say a word..." Dart said, softly climbing out from under the desk, before leaning his cum stained lips forward to Quinn's face. "As long as it's not only once..."

Gulping, just as Dart's lips pressed intensely against his own, Quinn thought to himself, this kind of fraternization could get his license pulled, but this adorable frog was far too skilled to deny, and after years of being single and helping others with their own problems, it was about time someone attended to his own.

The two made out, deeply, passionately for a few moments before Quinn slowly broke the kiss, motioning toward the chair on his left smiling.

Dart slowly took a few steps over to the chair and took a seat, as Quinn re-buckled his pants, his underwear stained with cum and saliva of Ryan's boyfriend, just a moment before Ryan walked through the door, his aggravation seeming to be lessened when he saw Dart was in his chair.

"Oh, good, so we can get back to figuring this shit out..." Ryan said, striding right back to his chair.

Quinn simply nodded his head and leaned back, his relaxed eyes going to match Dart's look, the frog was smiling as he intentionally unwrapped another lollipop, coiling his tongue around it as the Raccoon began to speak.

"I was thinking, the two of you have such...mhh...difficulty with getting your mouths open..." Quinn coyly teased, sending a smirk onto Dart's face "I would like to start scheduling us for one on one sessions, once a week, I will sit down with just you Ryan, and once a week, just you and I, Dart, alone." He offered.

"Sure, why not, wouldn't want him to talk shit about me in the open..." Ryan said while rolling his eyes.

"That sounds really nice, Quinn, I really like that idea..." Dart said with a smirk, giving his lollipop one last hot lick.

It seemed that Quinn would be feeling just a little less stressed about his sessions with this difficult couple.