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Dasher sighed to himself, lying on his boyfriend's couch. The owner of it, Daniel, had left earlier with the promise that he had something special for the purple ferret. But he highly doubted there was anything that the white feline could do to impress him at this point. In truth the love between them had dwindled out a while ago. At the very least, Daniel provided him a place to crash. Lately he felt more like a cheap whore, lifting his tail just to keep the other male satisfied until he could find a place of his own.

To his credit, Daniel wasn't an idiot. It was clear to see that things weren't as firm between them as they used to be. So he resorted to buying the ferret various things to keep him around. And as far as the cat could tell, things were working perfectly. Dasher was around more often and they were even having sex again. All the same he could still tell that things weren't back to the "golden days," like when they first met and were all each other...

With it being clear that material goods could only get their relationship, Daniel got the idea that they were going to need something more long term. Something that would get the both of them involved and gradually closer as a result. That afternoon he alluded that he was going to get something special, telling his boyfriend to wait before departing. He was rather excited when arriving at the location, and that grew once Daniel found what he was looking for.

Dasher was helping himself to whatever was in the fridge. For a few days now, he had been considering skipping out. There was this other guy who lived along the way and he always waved when the ferret passed by. Maybe he could hook up with him, crash on his couch instead? Being a horse, he was bound to have something that could really satisfy him.

Sure, Daniel was cute and caring, his job paid well and he gave lots of gifts. But the feline was not very good in bed and that was being generous. It became apparent that he was too weak and thin to really give that domination that the ferret craved. And it wasn't until their first time that Dasher realized just how important good sex was to him. He was able to look past that at first but as days turned to weeks and those weeks into months... He had needs that even a new gift every week could not fulfill.

He wasn't the best of spots at the moment and would need somewhere to rebound if ties were finally cut. Maybe if Daniel continued to leave so often to get him stuff, he could have the time to sneak off and get to know that horse, setting himself up a little security cushion ahead of time. The more he thought about it, the more appealing the idea became and he wondered if that chance he had been looking for was now. But of course, that confidence was deflated thanks to the sudden and excited knocking at the door. On the other side was Daniel excitedly calling his name.

Bracing himself, Dasher approached the front door and opened it. Meeting him was not only the sight of his boyfriend's excited expression but now there was someone new with him. While chuckling, Daniel was holding firm to a leash and attached was a panting dog. A mastiff to be exact. It was huge and seeing Dasher brought him close, first sniffing at then jumping on him.

He was rather friendly and Dasher forgot all about his plans, quickly getting distracted by the new pet. Petting it on the head, he kneeled and introduced himself, receiving some affectionate licks to the cheek in return.

"I figured that we could take care of him. Together," the feline offered.

***

It had been about two weeks since then. As far as Daniel was concerned the idea was a complete success. The dog, named Bingo, was around even more than before and they actually spent real time together. Walking him, taking trips to the park, and even doing a bit of shopping to buy some toys for Bingo to play with.

While it did well to keep Daniel and Dasher interacting, that was not a fix for the issues in the bed. He tried, telling the cat what he liked and even talked him through it but somehow that made things even worse. Now Daniel was trying way too hard to be someone he wasn't and it completely killed the mood. The only silver lining was the ferret's improved acting and the fact that it didn't last too long...

Afterwards Daniel was in the bedroom, fast asleep, while Dasher had retired to the couch yet again. He was all pent up and too frustrated to bother with his hand. It shouldn't have to be this way...

Before he could get too deep in his thoughts, Bingo approached. As if sensing that his other owner was unhappy he hopped onto the couch next to him, taking up a lot of space as he laid his head down into the ferret's lap.

"Bingo," Dasher chuckled, leaning up to pet the canine. He has been the only thing that kept him from losing his mind lately. While idly running his hand along, he took notice and appreciated just how big and muscular Bingo was. Despite that he was more of a gentle giant, even being afraid of thunder. All the same he was huge and having him snuggle close allowed Dasher to feel just how warm his body was, radiating heat that spread to his own lap.

Being one of the biggest breeds in the world, it was no wonder that Bingo was so massive and muscular. His eyes scanned along the canine's body until they fell to his lower half. Scratching behind the ears led to him lifting a leg and kicking, showing how much he enjoyed it. And doing that led Dasher's wandering eyes falling onto the fat pair of balls that bounced from the leg's motions. And with it, he glanced at the just as plump looking sheath.

His thoughts were starting to shift as he continued to scratch and pet Bingo. Those balls swayed with a certain heaviness, they must be so full just like his was. And judging by the sheath alone, there must be something long and thick hidden inside.

These were just idle thoughts brought about his sexual frustration but he realized that he was fully hard now. His cock throbbed hard in his boxers and before he could do anything about it, Bingo was already sniffing at it. Rather than a curious expression, the feral dog appeared to be very aware of what this meant. Before Dasher could move, the mastiff had already eased more of his heavy body onto his. Following suit was his face grazing along the length. It could be felt through the thin boxers, making the ferret shiver.

"N-no!" he said and attempted to lift Bingo off of him. This only worked to get the dog standing up on the couch, now looming over his lying form. For some reason the first instinct was to look underneath and sure enough he found something pointy and red peeking from the spreading sheath. And just from that alone Dasher was even more certain that there was much more hidden below the surface. Bingo stepped closer, allowing for a better view. His hands were shaking but continued to lift and slide along the panting dog's underside.

He knew fully well that it was wrong but further and further out he reached until his fingers simply brushed against the warm tip. Nothing major happened, at most more of the red length came into view. Gaining some bravery he darted to actually touch it. It jerked at first but Dasher's fingers managed to wrap around before slowly stroking, coaxing more and more into view.

The more touches that were given, the more comfortable Dasher became. Just as he expected it certainly was big. At this point his fingers just barely managed to wrap around and all but the knot was bobbing in the open air, certainly being more than what Daniel packed... With this size and based alone on how strong Bingo was...

In the back of his head was a nagging warning, telling him that he shouldn't do something like this. But the call of his other head was overpowering. At this point he was desperate and there was a big, heavy cock literally staring in the face. It was even starting to drip, making it all the harder for him to resist.

It was late. Daniel was in a deep sleep by now. The windows are all closed. It'll be just for one night. No one would ever know...

From still stroking off the feral's cock, Bingo was starting to hump against his hand, getting it wet with more spurts of a pre. Quickly, he pulled his hand away, not willing to risk a premature climax from the clearly pent up canine. A low whine came from Bingo and he nuzzled against Dasher's face before giving more of those sloppy kisses with his long fat tongue.

They were met with giggles until a lick was given over his lips. When another one came, he opened his mouth and allowed it to sweep along inside. It was so big and warm... The ferret couldn't resist pulling the dog's head in, pressing the slobbery lips to his own.

At first the pink muscle continued to lick hard and flail within him. Dasher licked against it by twirling his own tongue along. But he was surprised by the larger one overpowering and shoving its way down his throat. He gagged but quickly collected himself. Shivers ran down his spine as he openly accepted the actions, embracing the sloppy and drooling dog tongue that slurped far down into his throat.

He felt around and collected the flavors of his pet's mouth but the things he did were hard pressed to compete with Bingo. His long and fat tongue was reaching in deep and reeling back before sliding back down. The whole time his owner was moaning around the steady deep throating. Bingo was leaning in closer and he had to swallow around the appendage, trying to keep up with all the slimy dog drool.

With the mastiff leaning in, Dasher's hands were able to rub along his face and further along to his neck. But they twitched when feeling those bulky shoulders. Underneath the soft warm was firm muscle. While messily trading spit, the purple furred male continued to feel around, admiring the sturdy body under his touch. Even with the small movements of Bingo moving his neck, those muscles of his flexed and rippled with strength.

At this point, his face was a mess with spit, his own and Bingo's. It dripped down both their chins but was especially smeared on his face, ruffling the fur around his mouth. Just rubbing along the dog's body and the slimy feeling of his throat being violated. It only made him feel hotter. He actually started to moan as his cock throbbed, getting so hard that it was hurting a bit. This was what he was looking for and he needed it badly.

So far Bingo had been nothing but a big sweetie, but somewhere had to be a more rough and aggressive side. Perhaps he had been looking for it in the wrong place. The kiss was broken, he couldn't stand it anymore. Reeling his tongue back and letting it loll from his mouth, Bingo looked at him and titled his head.

Dasher was finally able to get up and started to strip the moment he was on his feet. His shirt was the first thing to go, being tossed to the floor. And right after came the hasty pulling down of his boxers, finally exposing his cock to the excited looking dog.

Bingo's tail wagged as he saw his owner approaching again. Getting on his knees, Dasher leaned against the couch and called Bingo over. The canine hopped from the cushion he sat on and was quick to take his place behind the ferret.

Though his heart was racing, Dasher saw no need to rush things. He raised his backside and his tail, feeling Bingo nosing around there. Most likely, his nose must be picking up the scent of seed. It hadn't been that long since Daniel squirt some thin strings of his release inside. There wasn't enough to leak out, but perhaps that was now to the currently cheating male's advantage.

He trembled hard as that tongue came into play again. After all the sniffing it was expected for a curious lick to be given. But no, had eased his tongue into the wet rim and continued to sink it inside. Pressing his face to the couch's cushion he gave a long moan, thankful that had something to muffle it. Was he really that pent up or had his body forget what it was like to have something more than what Daniel had?

Whatever the true reason, Bingo's tongue was like magic. It was lapping at him, cleaning up the seed that marked him. Just as easily as he breached the ferret's throat, the mastiff was deep into the anal passage in no time flat. With the muscle sitting still for a bit he was able to feel how fat and hot it was. And then it started moving again.

Bingo was licking fervently into the tailhole, replacing any traces of Daniel's cum with his thick spit. Along the way he repeatedly ran over all the spots that had been sorely neglected. Having them all being pressed firmly after so long made Dasher melt. He missed this more than he realized. The only wish he had was that he could moan out openly, letting his pleasure be heard. But he couldn't risk waking up Daniel, this was to remain something between him and Bingo alone.

For the time being he just enjoyed the pink muscle that slurped deep inside of him, making his hole wetter and slicker with spit. The more the better if he was really going to take the leaking missile that was bouncing with need between the mastiff's hindlegs.

Slowly, it slid out of him. But Dasher didn't mind, knowing exactly what was coming next. He was hardly able to contain himself. For some reason, knowing that he was going behind his boyfriend's back with the dog of all things turned him on immensely. Not just the concept in itself but what about the morning after?

Daniel would be playing with Bingo, never knowing that his dog fucked his boyfriend. When giving licks to his face, the cat would never know that very tongue had just rimmed the ferret clean the night before...

Those dirty but thrilling thoughts were interrupted by a sudden weight that came down on him. It was finally happening..! Front paws were gripping at his body as the canine slid into place but the most exciting thing was the feeling of something rigid and slippery grinding against the slicked hole, even poking at the ferret's balls.

After a bit of prodding, Bingo found the spot. Dasher's eyes nearly bulged as the tip alone was sinking it, already spreading his rim. It had been a long time since he felt something like this. A huff came from the canine, hugging tighter and putting more weight down. A short hump suddenly jammed a bit more inside and another pushed even more inside. There was hardly any time to process and before Dasher even realized, all but the still-sheathed knot was jammed deep inside of him.

And all those feelings came rushing at him at once. The thickness of it, how hot it was, and the even hotter squirts of pre that were unloaded directly inside. In his ears were Bingo's heavy pants, he sounded like he needed a tight hole for some time now.

Dasher had to hold tight as Bingo started. He was quickly reminded that this was an animal he was dealing with. There was no build up or gradual easing into it. Right out the gate the dog was humping hard, shoving his big cock deep inside and smacking his dark brown balls against Dasher's.

The pleasure that came was so strong that tears welled up in the ferret's eyes. Now he could feel just how big he really was. He welcomed the pressure of deep stretching and the further expansion of his rim. After so long of being really dominated, the rougher the better!

Getting control of himself, Dasher was able to tilt his head and reach up to scratch the pounding dog's head. "Yeah, that's a big boy. A r-really big boy..." Though he had felt the knot slamming against his rim, there were a few more inches of dog cock that were suddenly jammed up in there as well, fitting snugly inside.

The pants turned to growls as Bingo was getting into it, rocking his hips even harder. His paws were scrabbling to hold on tighter, scratching against Dasher's body. To remedy this he pushed his ass out more and arched his back. That did the trick to stop the slightly sharp claws from raking along his body. In between moans, more praises were given.

Dasher's ass was being pounded furiously, proving that he was not the only pent up one in the house. Though it had been some time since he was stretched and fucked with this much fury, the purple furred mammal's muscle memory kicked in. He couldn't quite keep up with the pace set but his ass worked to squeeze down on the thick doghood. This worked to get a low whine out of Bingo and some heavily squirts of watery pre that were eagerly milked from his swaying and smacking balls.

Bingo's warm breath puffed against Dasher and drool leaked onto his neck and shoulder. The ferret had to hold on tighter as the humps were getting stronger, making his body jerk forwards with every surge of the heavy dog's lower half. Along with the loud pants and deep growls there were the steady claps of their balls and the messy squelches of his now sopping hole. There was so much pre that kept coming, now starting to dribble out onto the carpet.

The grip was very tight now and the thrusts had slowed just a bit, rather than slamming his entire length inside, more attention was given to the base. Now Dasher could feel the exposed knot ramming at his rim, aiming to force it open to take the thick bundle of veiny, throbbing flesh. With every hump, he was making progress, spreading the pink ring wider and wider until a bit of it managed to sink inside.

"Holy shit..." Dhaser whispered, trying his damndest to keep his voice under control.

A few more growls came from Bingo as he gave extra strong thrusts, trying to bury the rest of his knot inside. The ferret he mounted was now taking deep breaths against the bolts of pain that flashed through him. It was like a fist was slowly pushing its way inside and it had been an even longer time since he had done something like that.

When the entire knot suddenly popped inside, Dasher couldn't help but cry out. It spread and filled him so completely and Bingo kept humping, grinding all of it against his sweet spot. To his utter joy, he was able to achieve a true climax, shooting his load against the couch and carpet. The rhythmic clenching of his tailhole seemed to be just what Bingo needed. He reached and grabbed the back of Dasher's neck in his jaws and held firm as his cock swelled and started to shoot his own release inside.

The ferret immediately felt it. Like the rush of water following a dam break. Dog seed poured into his plugged hole, quickly filling it up to his limits. Those throbbing and churning dog balls stayed pressed to Dasher's own as he unloaded them. It was too much to handle all at once, first dribbling, then oozing, then streaming out the little areas of space around the knot, making quite the mess on the carpet.

When Bingo was finished he let go of Dasher. Rather than giving a moment to rest, the mastiff was trying to walk away. And his strength ended up dragging his second master a bit. With it still throbbing and dribbling inside of him, Dasher had to follow behind, groaning as the fat bulb was tugging outwards now...

"Dasher? Was that you?"

Even worse..!

Bingo was still walking away, tugging with his hips when his knot prevented him from getting very far. Biting his lip and groaning internally, the ferret leaned his body in the opposite direction. The excess of cum allowed them to make some progress but that didn't subtract from the stings of pain from his beaten hole. Balling his fist and pulling firmly in tandem with Bingo, the knotted cock finally pulled free with a deeply wet pop and hiss.

While the canine walked away to his bed in the kitchen, Dasher was left panting heavily and leaking out a lot of dog spunk from his now gaping ass.

Having gotten no response, Daniel decided to check things out. When he entered the living room he found the ferret in question, sitting on the couch, watching something on TV.

"What was the sound he asked?"

"Huh? Must have been the TV. Sorry, babe."

The cat stayed in the living room's doorway and Dasher prayed that he would not come in close enough to notice his lack of underwear. They were stuffed underneath the couch and his lower half was covered with a pillow. Another one of the pillows was thrown on the carpet, placed right over the mess that trailed from his hole.

"Alright..." Daniel said with a yawn. He turned around and retreated to the bedroom.

That night, Dasher was up from taking on quite a cleanup job. But he was in a rather good mood as he scrubbed away all the evidence. It was originally going to be a one time thing, but almost being caught was more than a little thrilling. And that was the best fucking he had in a long time. There was no way he was gonna last long without another go in a few days...

***

As far as Daniel knew, bringing Bingo along was the best choice ever made. Dasher was much happier and the mastiff had taken quite the liking to him. Unknown to him was whenever they could; when he was at work, asleep late at night, or away for some time, the ferret was presenting himself to the dog and rutted hard until the knot ensured he was thoroughly bred.

Sometimes Dasher couldn't wait that long and took the risk of getting Bingo to quickly cum and separate from him just before Daniel came back from a run at the store. Often he sent the feline on trips to get things that weren't needed, just so he could get that thrill of his boyfriend being so close to seeing him pinned down and spread wide by "man's best friend."