Star Slut

Jason wandered into the bar with a swish in his tail and a subtle smile on his handsome face. There was a lightness to the golden labrador's toned body for multiple reasons. He wasn't actually wearing much thanks to the evening summer heat other than a pair of shorts and a tank top -- and only those two things. But also, with a great deal of excitement, he was very much looking forward to tonight, and had been for a long time.

Inside the bar, he scanned his surroundings, looking through the groups and pairs of furs and the occasional poor lone soul. It was a pretty chill atmosphere even as far as bars went, with customers spanning all adult ages and demographics, and inoffensive music playing loudly, but not too loudly, in the background. A place to have a good harmless time, rather than get drunk. It was, after all, a very suitable establishment for the event he was crashing.

The dog idly tugged on the strap to his mostly empty backpack as he squinted through the dim orangey light, trying to figure out where he should go. He hadn't been inside this bar before, but he had certainly been inside the fur he was looking for. It wasn't long before he spotted the cute little otter in question by the distinctive colour of his pink hair, just visible above the heads of other short customers, and between taller ones. He was chatting to another otter with his back towards Jason, so, wearing a seductive smirk, the dog wandered towards him.

When Firax laid his spectacled blue eyes upon the familiar dog he suddenly cut short the sentence he was speaking and looked up at him with wide eyes, though not until after they lingered on the canine's round half-bare pecs for a moment. His conversation partner awkwardly introduced themselves to the dog, but Jason shooed them away, and they begrudgingly left with grimace on their face.

Firax leant forward with a sweaty look on his cute little brown face and said in a hushed voice, "Jason, what are you doing here?"

The dog shrugged casually, flopping back to rest his body against the wall. "Well, I wanna celebrate my boy's accomplishments, of course. Just like everyone else here". He glanced around the room at Firax's friends and family, and some of them looked at him curiously in turn. Oh, being watched right now only made this even more fun. "After all", he continued, "it's not every day that someone gets accepted to Harfurred University. And with a scholarship, no less". He reached to stroke the otter's face with the back of his paw. "Guess you're as clever as you are cute, huh?"

Firax immediately stiffened and stepped back away from the canine, scratching his hair. Jason could almost feel the blushing heat radiating from the otter's face, even in the stuffy air of the club. "My boyfriend's here, Jason", he said quietly but urgently, as if the dog wasn't already aware and all the more happy for the fact.

The fit fur snorted and shook his head, feigning sadness. "Oh dear", he teased, still smiling. "Then how am I gonna give you your present?"

The otter's eyes widened behind his glasses. "What?"

"I've gotta send you off with something to remember me by, don't I? Figured it might as well be your favourite thing in the world", the dog said in a darker tone. He reached down to casually scratch at his crotch, and chuckled quietly as he watched the otter's eyes follow his paw so hungrily. "I'm so eager to... give it to you... that I didn't even wear underwear", he growled. "Fuck... it really wants out..."

The otter visibly shivered, looking up at the dog's face again with mournful eyes. "But... all my friends and family are here..."

"Are you telling me to go home and take my fat dick with me?"

"Oh my God", the otter groaned, rubbing his hands down his face in despair.

"It's okay, baby", Jason said. "We'll figure it out. Let me buy you some courage". He turned and walked to the bar before the otter could refuse.

* * *

Firax had always been a great lay. On the outside, he was a neat, kind, polite boy who studied hard and looked after his friends and made a nice pretty couple with his boring boyfriend and never forgot to wish his family members a happy birthday on Furbook. And yet there was a desperate hunger simmering underneath his tidy, restrained exterior. Jason had recognised that hunger the day he caught the otter checking him out while he was exercising outside a cafe where the otter was having lunch with his boyfriend. And, from that day onwards, starting in the toilet of that cafe, he had enjoyed indulging the twink's lust very much. As much as Jason loved any taken boy, there was something particularly alluring about the "good boys".

"Huff on my big fuckin nuts, slut", Jason growled, planting his golden paw amidst the otter's pink hair and pushing his drooling face against his junk.

Firax let out a wordless, needy groan, his knees shuffling forward on the tiles of the bar's toilet stall as he breathed the dog's musk in deeply and looked up at him with loving glazed eyes.

The labrador grinned down at him. "Who owns you, slut?"

"Youuu-nnghh", the otter moaned in reply.

"You're gonna miss my dick and balls, aren't you?"

"Mmmhmmm", the otter nodded. "And your... nngffhh... amazing body". He reached up under the dog's tank top to caress his rows of muscles, eyelids shuddering in awe and lust at their touch.

"Gonna miss it more than your boyfriend's?"

A naughty smile sparked on the nerdy twink's face. "You know I am", he breathed.

"Heheh. I do know. And I don't blame you". He grinded against Firax's sweet slobbering face for a while before he tugged the twink up to his feet and squished him up against the stall wall, nibbling on the otter's neck. "You don't even care that he's out there right now, do you? Wondering where you are..."

"Nnnnghh... fuck him", the otter whimpered, his little paws gripping Jason's back tightly and pulling him closer. "I can't help that you're so goddamn sexy".

"That's my boy", Jason praised. "My filthy little dog-cock-loving slut". He hooked his fingers inside Firax's waistband and grunted, "Get naked for me".

"In here?"

"What, you think you're above stripping in a dirty public bathroom?"

The otter frowned at him, but his face soon twisted into an unhideable smirk. "Fine..." He stripped free of his clothes and hooked them on the back of the toilet door beside Jason's backpack. He was rewarded for his obedience as the dog kissed him deeply, licking out the entirety of his mouth with a big wet tongue, groping his ass, and grinding his stiff dick against the shorter otter's fuzzy tummy. Firax melted in Jason's arms, and the dog soon threw him over the toilet and stepped up behind his ass, sliding his precum-drooling rocket against the otter's tight twitching hole.

Like he had so many times before in Firax's house -- on his bed, on his couch, on the fuckin floor -- Jason slowly pushed his raw dick inside the boy and nibbled his lip while he listened to the otter whimper. Any discomfort the bottom felt didn't stop him from pumping his own dick while the dog entered him.

Jason was knot deep in the otter and while he paused to let him get used to his fat shaft, he pulled a wide-tipped marker out of his pocket and pressed it against the boy's lower back. Firax's head perked up as he realised what his top was doing, but the dog soothed, "Don't worry, it's not permanent", which might have been a lie, but eh, it'd wash out eventually. "Indulge me one last time, baby".

DOG DICK SUCKER. CHEATING SLUT. NUT KISSER. All those words and more looked so good across Firax's back and ass, even leading up his tail. Though the otter whined gently in hesitation, Jason soon helped him forget his worries. He pulled his hips back and thrust into the otter, slowly picking up speed, and as he started fucking the boy, he leant forward to growl, "Filthy dog dick loving whore, aren't you? You love slurping my dick down to the knot and smooching your boyfriend when he comes home afterwards, don't you? He has no idea what a bad little boy you are, mmngh... but I do. I know what you really like. I treat you like you deserve".

Firax shivered, his fur prickling in pleasure at Jason's filthy words. "God, I love you", he panted, his tail wrapping around Jason's stomach while his body bounced back and forth on the canine's dick.

"You love my fat fuckin dick, slut", Jason grunted. He gripped the otter's hair and started fucking the otter's soft ass with firm, flesh-jiggling thrusts, moaning as his own pleasure took hold. Jason, in turn, loved this cute little slut's ass and ever-thirsty maw, and he was going to miss their sex. Sadly, no matter what, they wouldn't be doing this ever again after tonight. But tonight would make that worth it.

As he fucked the otter harder, their bodies started to slap together with the sounds of sweat-damp fur. He wrapped one paw around the otter's hips and raised the otter into the air so he was held up entirely by Jason and his arms propped against the back of the toilet. Now, he could drive his hot throbbing dick even deeper inside the slut.

The strained otter alternated between mumbled groans and barely stifled wails and sudden gasps for air as he braced himself against the toilet, struggling to take Jason's fat cock while also keep his mouth shut so his nearby loved ones didn't hear him.

"You're gonna be a little playtoy for those spoilt Harfurred college studs, aren't you?" the dog panted, tugging the otter back on his dick in time with his thrusts. "Where are you gonna find time to study between guzzling jizz and getting railed, huh? They're gonna eat you up while your dumb boyfriend's still here, sending you lovey messages and telling you he can't wait to see you again".

"Guuhhhhhhh", Firax groaned.

"But even then, ughhh... even amongst all those fit young jocks... you'll still never find anyone who fucks you like I do".

He released Firax's pink hair and reached into one of his pockets to tug his phone out. Then he switched it to the camera mode and started secretly recording a video, aiming it down at the contorted otter's bouncing body from behind, capturing the young chubby ass cheeks spread wide around his fat red slippery dog knot, the fur covered in filthy slurs and dribbling with their sweat, and paws tightly gripping the white porcelain as his whole body was rammed over and over.

"Fucking hell... Jason... Ughhhhh... You're so good! Fuck!" the otter squealed between heavy breaths.

Jason smirked wickedly and picked up the pace. "Tell me what you want, bitch".

"I want your load... Fuuuuuckkk... I want it more than anything", he whimpered, while his legs and tail wrapped around the golden stud's hips.

"Oh... I'm gonna blow deep inside your slutty ass, Firax... Don't you worry. I'll give you what you... nnghh... need. You little cheating slut. Fuck. You love it, don't you?"

"I love it so much... so much... ughhhhh... so... muh-uuuhhhhch... Fuuuck..."

Jason gritted his teeth and started railing that sweet ass hard. "Then beg for it cunt!"

"Guhhhh!" Firax squealed, struggling to hold on. But, always the good little whore, he cried out, his voice echoing in the toilet bowl, "Fill me up while my... unghhh... dumb boyfriend's just outside the toilet... Fuck me like the stupid trash I am... in a public fuckin bathroom... you stud... guhhhh!"

"I'm gonna fuckin nut", Jason grunted darkly.

And hearing that, Firax's little body suddenly tensed up and he let out a groan of agonising pleasure. Jason heard the sound of spattering liquid raining against the floor and toilet, spurt after spurt, and felt the otter's sweet little asshole tightening around his dick every time he squirted.

Jason closed his eyes and turned his head to the roof, throwing his weight behind a few more deep thrusts and feeling the muscles in his body twitch on the verge of orgasm. He grinned blissfully as he listened to the gorgeous sounds of the cheating slut crying and cumming on his dick, savouring the feel of his beautifully soft cheeks smacking against his hips and the tight ass squeezing his dick, begging for his load. As his swinging balls tightened and his dick pulsed hard, he let out a long, deep groan, and thick cum gushed down his rod deep into the otter's insides. He buried his knotted cock inside Firax's guts and squirted hard, grunting and groaning in harmony with the trembling twink as they came together in sinful pleasure, and he pushed his weight forward and grinded against the otter's squished ass cheeks as they rode out their powerful orgasms with each other.

Eventually, when his knot deflated enough for him to separate their sweaty bodies, he slowly pulled his dick free, smirking as he heard Firax groan weakly underneath him, utterly exhausted. The canine lowered the otter down to kneel on the tiles, and Firax's limbs trembled under his own weight, barely holding his thoroughly fucked body up against the toilet. Jason crouched down to kiss the floppy boy from behind on top of his pink gay hair, and he whispered, "You're a good little slut. You made me very happy". Firax chuckled weakly, happily, in between panting heavily for air.

Then, Jason stood up. And it was only now that his heart started to really race.

He erupted into an unstoppable smile as, all at once, he tugged his softening cock back inside his pants, unhooked his bag from the stall door, and silently shovelled Firax's clothes and belongings inside the open backpack, including the otter's phone, leaving him with nothing.

He turned around for a moment to look down at the scene and memorise it, and boy, was he happy with himself. The sweet, nerdy, perfect little student was flopped over a public toilet with dishevelled hair, kneeling in his own jizz, filthy markings covering his slick fur, and dog cum drooling from his gaping ass down his balls and onto the floor.

Jason sighed heavily. It was perfect.

"I'll be back in a sec, don't you move, you sexy little thing", he said gently to the otter. And then he quietly unlocked the stall door and slipped outside. Perhaps Firax thought he wanted to wash his hands, or piss in another stall, or something. But no.

He left the bathroom and headed back out to the bustling bar, taking a place near the otter's friends, family, and boyfriend.

Then, he put his paws to his mouth, filled his chest with air, and yelled, "Is anyone here with Firax? He's in the bathroom. There's an emergency!"

He listened to the gasps of concern and horror, and watched as several of Firax's loved ones, including his boyfriend, raced towards the bathroom to help the poor otter with whatever was apparently wrong.

Jason left the bar, his tail swishing happily behind his legs, holding the backpack full of Firax's clothes in front of his painfully tenting shorts, struggling to stifle a smile as his body filled with ecstatic joy. Boy, he couldn't wait to get home and rub another one out to the thought of the chaos happening in that bathroom right now.

But that wasn't all. Without a doubt, the fallout would last long enough to distract the poor otter from caring about the fact that his phone, and all of his information with it, was missing. He wondered how much everyone at Harfurred University would enjoy seeing the video he took of their new star student.