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"Surprise!" It was yelled the moment the door opened. Standing awestruck was an all white cat by the name of Daniel. Next to him was his boyfriend, relieved at not only the secret finally being revealed but at the look of joy on the feline's face from seeing friends and family gathered for his birthday.

The day had been earlier spent having a nice lunch at the feline's favorite spot. His boyfriend, a dark furred ferret by the name of Dasher encouraged him to take his time.

"It's your big day," he assured, making sure that his partner was good and comfortable. At the time he was worried that the others back home wouldn't have time to set up. The drive back home made the purple furred ferret more than a little anxious. But he was just as pleasantly surprised as his boyfriend.

"Happy Birthday, Daniel." Dasher relished that simple phrase, feeling his own heart swell as the cat's eyes brightened, matching the wide smile spreading on his face. Their hands were intertwined and he could just feel that this was the happiest day of his life so far.

They broke away and Dasher let his boyfriend enjoy the party meant for him, watching as he joined the others who also took their turns wishing him a happy birthday. For a moment the ferret watched but when he was sure that his mate was distracted, he eased his way around the large crowd. Nobody noticed him, too preoccupied by the birthday boy and the party that was already starting up, with the speakers being turned up and the beat of the music bouncing off the walls.

It was the perfect cover and he was quick to slink away, making a check for something. Once in the hallway, he rushed down the narrow hallway, opening the door to their shared bedroom and closing it behind him. With a sigh of relief, Dasher took advantage of the cover and reached into the closet. Inside was the gift that he bought for his mate. He did quite a bit of saving up to afford it and he was just as proud of how it was wrapped, being a clear improvement over the gift's presentation last Christmas.

He beamed and admired his work, his heart racing yet again as he imagined his boyfriend's excitement and joy. Rather than putting the box back into the closet, he instead placed it on the bed, wanting to bring Daniel to the room when the time was right.

"Oh sorry. Wrong room..."

Dasher was about to direct whoever this was to the bathroom, which they were likely looking for, but he froze...realizing that he knew this voice. And sure enough, he looked up to see a very familiar, very large, and somehow very sweaty pig pushing the door open before waltzing right inside.

"H-Henry..." Dasher hissed, nearly choking on the name itself. "What are you doing here?"

"What?" the pig snorted, scratching his chest through his damp and stained shirt. "It's a party and I was kind enough to grace you with my presence."

"I know, but why are you in here?" the ferret insinuated. His tone carried more, something that only he and the larger male would know about. "He's right in the living room. And it's his birthday. Please...just...go back."

The ferret waited with baited breath, knowing full well that the hog could very well ignore his words. It was the perfect situation: the two of them alone, with Henry looming over and Dasher trying his best to seem adamant but his voice and gaze were daring to betray him. The pig stepped forward and snorted, lifting his hand up to cup Dasher's face, squeezing his cheeks a bit, making the other male's face squish.

With his heart pounding, Dasher did his best to ignore that look in Henry's eyes or the scent of his body that was already filling the room. His hand alone was pouring that smell into his nose, daring to make him melt. But the thought of Daniel kept Dasher from crossing the point of no return. The ferret stepped back from the hold, leaving Henry empty handed.

"Hmm..." the pig rolled his eyes but smirked. "Alright... But you know where to find me." He turned around and then left, but his influence and scent were still heavy in the room, leaving Dasher to tremble, desperately trying to chase away those enticing thoughts. Not today. It's not about him, it's about Daniel.... It's his day.

Returning to the living room, Dasher instantly felt better the moment he spied his boyfriend surrounded by the other party-goers, clearly having the time of his life. Wanting to join him, he joined the crowd, but his eyes couldn't help but fall on Henry. The pig was in a far corner of the room, sipping on a beer, eyeing him with an intense gaze. He raised an eyebrow and Dasher once more had to tear away his gaze.

"There you are," Daniel said, reaching out towards his mate when he was close.

"Sorry. There was something I needed to do," the ferret assured, but his tone gave clues as to what that meant and the feline indeed looked rather excited. "Let's just enjoy your big day."

And with that, Dasher put all other things out of his mind. Dancing, laughing, having a drink or two. He was at his boyfriend's side, enjoying every second of it too. They kept close, sharing more than a few dances while those around them gave a bit of space, cheering them on.

Though it looked as if he was fully invested, Dasher was giving constant glances around the living room, scoping out Henry. He knew better than to let the pig out of his sight for too long. But the porcine stayed in the corner, giving Dasher a look that told it all. Try as he might, even while wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, Dasher just couldn't get Henry out of his mind.

Of course he felt guilt. He loved Daniel with all of his heart, not only was he the perfect guy; having a solid personality, willing to listen and understanding his needs, but Dasher certainly found him sexy, very admiring the cat's figure, being rather tall, toned, and the larger than average maleness certainly was a bonus. And because he loved the feline so much, Dasher tried his hardest to keep the other male unaware.

The party continued and Daniel had to take a breather, being rather winded from all the dancing. "I'm all tapped out for the moment, babe."

"No problem," the ferret assured. "The night's still young."

With the sun setting, a good chunk of the attendees had departed before wishing the cat a happy birthday. But there were still enough to keep up the party atmosphere. As he too plopped down on the couch to catch his own breath, Dasher's eyes suddenly bulged with a sudden realization.

He had forgotten to keep track of Henry. And to his horror, the pig was no longer in the corner. There was no trace of him. His heart was starting to race but he kept an aura of cool as he rose to his feet.

"Heading to the bathroom. I'll be right back," he assured. He didn't even stick around to hear his boyfriend's response. Already walking off, the ferret disappeared into the hall, racing to the very end when he was out of sight. In his heart of hearts, the purple furred male just knew. And as he opened the door to the bedroom, there was Henry.

His fat fingers had already torn away the gift's wrapping paper, reaching into the box. Dasher watched in horror as the present was unearthed.

"Aw, you shouldn't have," Henry sneered. In his greasy grasp was the designer jacket that the ferret had purchased just the day before, lucky enough to find the very last one in stock.

"No... Henry, please." That got the pig to look over, a devilish grin on his face.

"You've kept me waiting long enough, prancing around with that dumb fuck. But, hey I get it. It's his B-Day and all that shit... So, how about a little present from me?" There was that look and following it was a lustful tone that Dasher could not resist.

"F-fine, but please. Just put it down." In truth the ferret was just using the jacket's safety to finally justify a reason. He could no longer deny his own inner desires. Even on today of all days, the ferret could feel himself lusting for the brash, vulgar hog.

Before he knew it, he was one the bed with Henry, who was quick to shed his clothes, peeling them off. Dasher shuddered in response to the stick sounds, being yet again reminded of the filth that decorated the other male's body. Without a second thought the mated ferret was taking off his own clothes, fully showing off his petite, feminine figure.

"Now get over here." Just as he had many times before, more than he could count at this point, the ferret was crawling over the bed, making his way over with a near desperation. For as much as he tried avoiding the pig before, now Dasher was his portly, sweaty body as his oasis in the desert.

Just like any pig, Henry had a fat pair of balls underneath his eight inch cock. The globes were clearly churning, glistening from the bedroom's light bouncing off the sweat that covered the expanse of pink, wrinkled skin. All the same, Dasher was keen on starting there. All the same, he chose to start there. With no time wasted, the ferret was lapping his tongue over the sweaty, potently musky orbs. Heat and the funk of his unwashed body wafted out in his mouth, only working to make his mouth water.

In his ears were the deep, burly moans. Clearly Henry was enjoying the treatment, maybe a bit too much but that only worked to excite the cheating mammal even more. He worked his tongue over them, licking in a swirling motion that slathered his tongue in the bitter taste of fermented sweat.

"That's the ticket...Fuck...I never get tired of that pretty little mouth of yours." Henry was looking down, watching Dasher giving his balls a tongue bath. It was made all the better by him being comfortably seated in a large, plush bed made for two. Naturally he chose to sit his abhorrent form on Daniel's side, hoping that the sheets would soak up his sweat and grime. The thought of the oblivious cat lying in his filth on his made his already rigid prick pulse hard.

While he continued to sniff and lick at the greasy sack, Dasher had put his boyfriend completely out of his mind, quickly getting lost in this other guy's body. It was the exact opposite of Daniel's; the cat was tall, lean, and very kempt. What drove him so crazy about this overweight, sloppy, lowlife of a hog, not even he fully understood, but the ferret kept coming back, let alone the times that Henry was not content to wait, seeking him out instead.

"Damn I love that tongue of yours. How about giving some attention to my dick?" Henry said, the intent being more of a demand more than a suggestion. "Better than anything that useless-ass kitty could give, huh?"

Dasher said nothing in defense of his boyfriend as he gave another lick to the sack, still covered in a film of filth, not easily cleaned away. In addition to his tongue, he was reaching a hand up to grasp at the already erect and standing at attention was the pig's thick cock. The length was potently musky, covered in a film as well. Without missing a beat he took it into his hold, wrapping his fingers around the base. It was easy for him to start pumping it up and down, feeling his fingers gliding over the greasy foreskin.

In truth, the pig's cock was not as substantial as Daniel's. The cat was more endowed, being both longer and thicker. But there was something about the hog that kept him coming back. All the same, he was touching all over the pig's shaft, reaching from tip to base, feeling everything that the inches had to offer.

He was no stranger to this at all, knowing exactly what the pig liked. This was because this was usually done when Daniel was gone at work. That gave him ample time to please Henry. And he did so eagerly, giving a series of firm squeezes to the base. In tandem with the steady pumping of his hand, Dasher continued to tease those musky balls, dragging his tongue along the surface while also getting closer to suckle on the wrinkled skin, getting an even deeper flavor of sweat that was trapped within the tight spaces.

With this, Henry made himself more than comfortable, spreading out, watching the ferret work. There wasn't much that he needed to do besides ride out of the pleasure and soil the bed with his own body. He snickered to himself, noticing that these were the exact same sheets from the last time that he was over. That led him to assume that they were not washed, no he knew they weren't. Henry knew very well that if Daniel would ask about the smell, Dasher would play dumb, claiming that he didn't smell anything. This time he was determined to leave behind a good and deep stain of sweat. Now, he was wishing that he could stick around to see the ferret explain his way out of that.

"Fuck, that's right. Jerk my dick and suck on my balls just like that..." A deep groan followed. While enjoying himself, the porcine was scratching at his pit, making himself right at home.

Hearing his sounds of delight and the scritching of thick fingers grazing through thick pit hairs made Dasher all more riled up. Not many were bold enough to be so vulgar, even within someone else's home. But the pig was keen on talking and actually being dirty. And that turned him on immensely, against the pink sack, the ferret made small moans of his own, feeling his own cock pulsing and dripping precum. Without a care in the world, he was almost lovingly nursing those balls and teasing the pig's cock in the way that he knew would drive him crazy, tending to the homewrecker's every little whim.

Henry was now panting heavily letting his voice be heard. Though he knew the distance from the living room and the music still playing was masking it, that didn't stop him from trying to get the feline's attention, as if calling him over to see what he and his precious cheating slut of a boyfriend was up to. With every lick and stroke, he let his voice be heard, not holding himself responsible for what would come out of it.

And Dasher only fueled the pleasure, making soft moans of his own as he suckled as hard as he could on the sweaty surface, they were too large to fit in his mouth so he made due with what he could manage. The most he could do was fit one the orbs into his mouth, grazing his tongue over the surface. But that was enough for him, relishing every little moment and burst of flavor on his tongue.

A large, grimy hand gripped the back of his scruff, tugging Dasher from his ball sucking. Henry was grunting much deeper, his cock was now throbbing and precum was dripping heavily onto the ferret's facial fur. His fat fingers all but shoved Dasher's mouth onto his cock, feeding him the thick continuous ooze of his salty, musky goo. There wasn't a beat missed; the purple furred ferret was gulping it down, very much enjoying the feeling of it running down his neck, dripping down into his stomach. At the same time, he was quick to start bobbing his head, swallowing down the pig's cock.

"F-fuck... Hold still. Make sure to swallow every drop. Don't wanna stain your boyfriend's sheets, do you?" Henry snorted as he pressed the cheater's head over more of his cock.

It wasn't his load that stained the sheets. Those words, the very idea of Daniel unknowingly lying down over the hog's mess was enough to pull him into an unexpected but powerful climax. He was the one to spray his load onto the fabrics he kneeled over. But there wasn't time for him to bask in the feeling, not when Henry was right behind him, squealing as an eruption of thick pig seed cascaded into his already slimy throat. It was even hotter than his precum, forcing him to gulp down the immense loads of hog batter. Despite the sheer amount of it, Dasher had managed to take it all, not wasting a single drop.

Henry rode out the pleasure, grunting heavily as his cock was still nursed by throat soft tongue. Once the last squirt was given he finally pulled out of the cum stained mouth, making a 'pop' sound as it left his still wrapped lips. With a smirk on his face, he basked in the feeling of his climax. Leaning his body back to press his sweaty mass over the cat's pillow as well. At this point, the entire left side of the bed was marked in the hog's sweat, soaking in just like he wanted it to.

"I'm surprised fish breath hasn't shown up. I knew he was stupid as shit, but I didn't think was deaf too," Henry chuckled. Dasher couldn't help but wonder the same thing. At this point, his boyfriend should be at least looking for him.

While the ferret was lost in thought, Henry helped himself to the small folded blanket that was folded over the pillow. He eased it from behind himself. The surface was already damp with his sweat, also reeking of his musk. But that did not stop him from unfolding it before applying the fabric to his cock, using it as a rag to clean up the mess.

Dasher watched this and said nothing as Henry marked his boyfriend's favorite throw blanket. It was rubbed over the messy shaft and even beyond, made to soak of the sweat along his fat balls. Taking it a step further, the hog relieved himself of the sweat that clung to his backside, easing up to drag the blanket along his taint and through the crack of his ass, wearing an expression of delight all the while.

This was his trademark whenever they fucked at Dasher's place. The hog always found a way to mark Daniel's stuff. Whether on their bed or on the couch, he never failed to leave behind traces of himself, tagging them as if they were the side of a vacant building, begging to be sprayed with brightly colored paint.

With him finally getting it out of his system, Dasher figured that he better clean this up the best he could and return to Daniel. Perhaps he could salvage the rest of this day. Now that he finally got the nagging itch out of him, the lying ferret could finally give himself to his boyfriend.

"Mmm... Until next time," Dasher said, licking a bit of seed from his lips. "You go out first, if he's there just make it seem like you were looking for the bathroom. If he comes in, I'll tell him that I pointed you in the right direction."

"You know..." Henry started, reaching down his body to fondle at his semi hard cock. "I always said that one of these days I was gonna tell you no. And I think today is just the occasion. After all, it's his special day. What kind of guest would I be if I didn't leave him the gift of ruining his boyfriend's slutty hole before he can?"

Dasher was completely stunned. It would have been easy to just ease up and reiterate that Henry had to go but his body simply did not. No action, no words. He just stayed in his kneeling position, stunned.

"Come on. Are you really gonna tell me no?"

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Before Dasher even knew it, the weight of the pig's body was on top of him, grinding his obese gut along his back, smearing the renewed scent of his sweat into his purple pelt, making his usually clean body stink of the hog's potent stink.

The ferret had his face pressed into his own pillow, doing his best to conceal his own moans. Of course Henry was openly grunting and snorting as he rocked his jiggling hips, pumping his dirty cock into the adulterer's stretched hole.

He was already pounding deeply, shoving every inch into the tight, squeezing hole. Dash's body was working him over, meeting his own actions with more of those squeezes and even a few pushes back against his body, pressing the already leaking shaft even deeper inside.

Henry gripped him tight, taking every little bit he could get. And though his face was buried in his pillow, Dasher could still smell the full force of the pig's musk, radiating out into the room as he exerted himself.

"Mmpf! That tight cocksleeve can't get enough of me, can it? Makes sense. The way that you moan, that means dear ol' Daniel's not fucking you right. But don't worry, your favorite stud's here to pick up the pieces."

Of course the hog was by no means a stud, but in Dasher's mind he was just as good as one. Only he managed to bring out this side of the usually reclusive and shy porcine. That side of Henry was fostered and encouraged, rewarding his out of shape figure and poor hygiene with soft caresses from his tongue and hard squeezes of his ass. And in turn, this encouraged the ferret's cheating tendencies.

Dasher could only moan as a hard buck came, once more grinding that heavy gut along his back. Henry was giving it all he got. He knew that the moaning male's mouth was rather talented, able to handle his loads but there was no way that the ferret's hole could hold it all. Anxiously, he continued to plow, awaiting the moment his cum would splatter out, ruining the sheets with his seed one way or another.

Taking heavy breaths to steady himself, Dasher endured the increasing pace. There was nothing else that he could focus on besides being pleasured by the massive hog's cock. It ground along his inner walls, no doubt marking them in a mess of sweat and precum. And his motions not only drove his length inside, but his heavy, hairy balls came to slam against the ferret's. He basked in the pleasure and could only beg for more in the form of barely heard moans and wails.

"Ready for me to make that cheating hole all nice and sloppy?" Henry asked. That certainly got the ferret's attention. Once more, any elements of masking the sex going on was forgotten. He lifted his head, nodding and wailing.

"Do it! Shoot it deep inside of me!" his voice was tinged with an almost desperate need.

And just like that, Henry was holding Dasher closer, the musk of his whole body surrounding as he was snorting and wheezing from the effort that he was further putting into his ruts, pumping his hard, pre-spurting shaft in as fast and hard as he could manage, making loud, sticky smacking sounds as his dirty body pressed against the ferret's backside.

Dasher worked with this, pounding his body back against the incoming thrusts, spreading his cheating tailhole around the pumping shaft, taking every inch that slid back and forth. This was leagues more than he had ever done for Daniel, even with how much stronger and longer he was. He was willingly to give the hog more, going out of his way to show Henry how much better he was.

There was so much he loved about him. His immense belly, the warmth that radiated from his body, the sweat and smell that clung to their body. It was much more exciting than what the vanilla Daniel was willingly to give him. And in turn he gave all of himself to someone that was not his boyfriend of over 4 years.

Now Dash was letting his own moans be heard as he was vigorously fucked. He slammed his thick, bubbly ass against the thrusts, aiming to jam the girth and length into his insides, enjoying the heat of spurting precum, panting heavily as he increased the pleasure between the two of them. And in his ears were the labored grunts and huffs of the pig, feeling his hot breath puffing against his neck. Sweat dripped from the larger male's body, rubbing it into Dasher's pelt.

He knew the tones of Henry's voice, the strains of his breathing. He was close. And sure enough the hog voiced as such. "Get ready, gonna make sure we make a big mess..." Dasher hoped that he would live up to that promise. It was now his desire to feel himself being overfilled...

"Babe? Are you in here?" Dasher's eyes widened in response to the voice of Daniel. And to his horror, the cat was opening the door, looking around. And of course his eyes fell on his boyfriend, being pinned underneath this groaning, blubbery mass of a hog.

"Danny, wait!" The ferret was too late, his boyfriend had seen it all. And he watched as the cat's face fell into a look of utter heartbreak. That in turn made Dasher's own stomach twist. This was never meant to happen, it was supposed to just be one of those secrets that remained as such.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Daniel asked, his voice a mix of rage of pain.

"I... I... Ahh!" Dasher's words were cut short by some hard jabs to his prostate.

"He's got better things to do, like taking better dick for one," Henry said, finishing for the ferret. His confidence persisted as he pounded hard into the groaning cheater's ass. "H-here it comes!" Clenching his teeth hard, he made eye contact with the whimpering cat as he spilled another fat load into his mate. He made sure to groan deeply as his pig spunk flooded Dasher's ass, drips of it splattering onto the bed, just like he wanted.

There was nothing that Dasher could say, being pulled into another climax by the feeling of being seeded and the eyes of the feline watching it happen. "I'm sorry!" he cried out as he came, shooting his own load onto the bed's surface. Henry dropped his body weight down, pinning him underneath the hog while Daniel turned away, shedding tears.

There was Dasher, left with a conflicting feeling of pleasure and satisfaction that clashed with guilt and disgust with himself. As much as he wanted to chase after his boyfriend, he couldn't bring himself to leave the sensations of the panting hog's body. Henry was the one who got up, cleaning himself this time on the jacket the Dasher bought for him. With a smirk he tossed it to the ground before putting his clothes back on.

"Tell him I said happy fucking birthday."