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Always Pickup Hitchhikers

By Duffin Caprous

Disclaimer: This story involves sexual, violent, or adult situations. Do not read this if you are under the legal age to see pornography in your country. I won't be held responsible if your fragile little minds get warped. Otherwise...enjoy!

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Music played on the radio as Elliot and Chloe drove down the road and while country wasn't really his favorite, Chloe liked it, so he let it play. Elliot glanced to his dashboard, seeing there were still about five hours before they made it home. The otter wished his sister would stop getting married. This was her third husband and third wedding in almost as many years. It wouldn't be an issue if she didn't live halfway across Balaio. It was something of a 9 hour drive each way.

"El, I'm hungry," said the otter's girlfriend. Chloe, a gorgeous black and white border collie. She was lounged in the car, her bare feet propped up on the dashboard. It wasn't exactly safe, but Elliot wasn't usually one to tell her no.

"Okay, well...where do you want to go, hun?" he asked her, taking a glance over at her. She'd been looking down at her phone and smiled.

"Oh, here! Johnny's Place," she said, making Elliot's ears lower slightly as she described the place.

It sounded like a really shady dump of a place, but she always liked those kind of places. She said they were old fashioned and had a "certain feel." Hiding his reservations, the otter smiled and nodded, driving the few more miles until they reached the restaurant. As he stopped at the end of the off ramp, waiting for the traffic light, he looked over, seeing a golden retriever standing with a sign that said 'To Central Terrus.'

"Heh, look at that guy. Think he'll be waiting awhile. How many are going to Central Terrus around here buy us?" Elloit asked with a soft laugh.

Looking over, Chloe's ears perked slightly, seeing the fellow canine standing there. It was rare to see other dogs in Balaio, with the island continent being a fairly tropical. She felt a certain kinship as she nudged Elloit and said, "Let's help him out, babe!"

"Wha...are you nuts? I'm not going to just let a stranger into my car," the otter replied.

"He seems alright, he's not a crazy murderer or anything," the collie replied.

"You have no way of knowing that!" the otter replied gruffly.

With a huff, Chloe firmly slammed herself back in her seat, arms loosely folded, "Fine..."

It was with that word, the otter knew it was not fine and if he didn't pick up this complete stranger, he would never be allowed to forget it. He sighed and rolled down his window, looking to the dog outside, "Going to Terrus?"

The retriever's ears lifted and he grinned, the dog wearing a pair of cargo pants, a plain black t-shirt, and a green canvas jacket. He had a large pack with him, "Yeah, man, I know it's a long way, but--"

"Get in. We're stopping for food, but we're going that way," Elliot interrupted him. The dog grinned and approached the back, quickly getting in as the light changed. The otter began driving toward the diner.

"Thanks so much, guys, you don't know how long I've been waiting," the golden dog said, leaning forward, "I'm Hank."

"Hank..." the otter said quietly under his breath with a roll of his eyes.

"Nice to meet you! I'm Chloe," the collie said, turning in her seat, holding out a paw to which Hank shook eagerly.

"Damn, nice to meet you, Chloe," he replied with a bigger grin.

"And I'm her boyfriend, Elliot," the otter said, keeping his own eyes on the road.

"Hey, man, thanks for picking me up," he said, sitting back in the seat as Elliot pulled into the diner. The otter held back pointing out that he didn't have a choice in the matter, "And don't worry, I've got money, I'll get lunch for us."

With a shrug, the otter got out with Chloe and the stranger, walking into the diner. A chubby bunny waitress guided them to a table and Chloe slipped into the booth. Before Elliot could follow her, the retriever slid in. The otter blinked for a moment before sliding himself into the other side of the booth.

"Ahem, so...you're not a junky, are you?" The otter asked point blank, to which Chloe gasped.

"Nah, it's cool. I'm not, nah, unless you count the occasional hit of kem," he said with a laugh, kemitol being a leaf which when smoked caused euphoria and pleasure, "So, what's your story?" he asked, looking to Chloe. The border collie giggled softly.

"Oh, what story? Um...I guess I work at Hoffland's. I'm a sales manager. We purchase new clothing lines and stuff," she said as the waitress came by to take their order.

"Cool, cool, how long you two been together?" he asked, reaching over with his arm to grab creamer from the edge of the table. Chloe felt the fingers very briefly grazing her chest inadvertantly.

"Um...t...two years?" she asked, as if unsure before looking to Elliot.

"Yeah, two years," the otter replied, "What do you do...Hank?"

"Little of this, little of that. I'm between jobs at the moment," he said, pouring some cream in his coffee and stirring it, "Last job was stripping a few towns over in this sleazy ladies bar."

"What?" Chloe blurted out and Elliot saw her eyes instantly glance over the dog's frame. He cleared his throat.

"Yeah, that's great. So, you live in Terrus?" the otter asked, trying to change the subject.

Chloe had other plans, "I've never seen a strip show before. What's it like?"

"Oh, it's no big thing. Like...it wasn't a fully naked one or anything. I had this little thong, barely held my dick--"

"Ooookay, so! Food's probably coming soon. Don't you want to wash up, Hank?" The otter asked with a glare.

"Probably a good idea, I'll be right back. Long day of hanging around outside, after all," the larger dog said, getting up to find the bathroom.

Once out of earshot, before he could say anything, Chloe growled softly, "What is your problem? You're being a dick right now."

"Wha--I'm being a dick? I'm just trying to make sure he's not going to murder us in our car!" he replied defensively.

"You're being ridiculous. He's a nice guy, clearly. Stop being such a paddler," she said to the otter with another glare.

Elliot blushed at her calling him that, "I'm not being a paddler! It's just--"

"Hey, problem guys?" Hank asked, returning from the bathroom to slide back into the booth beside Chloe, their hips just barely touching.

"Nope! No problem," Chloe replied before Elliot could say anything. The food arrived soon after and they began to eat in silence.

Chloe seemed to stiffen slightly for a moment, but Elliot was looking down silently at his food. The collie felt as a paw lightly rested on her knee, looking over to see Hank eating his food with one paw. She gasped, feeling the fingers squeeze her bare knee, causing Elliot to look up.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Shaking her head, she smiled, "N...nothing, just bit my tongue, babe," she said and he looked back down to his cell phone.

The border collie looked over to the retriever who had the slightest bit of a smirk on his face, his fingers slowly trailing up and down her lower thigh just below her skirt. The canine girl swallowed, holding in any sort of noises, knowing this was so wrong, but....the way Hank was just doing it without so much as worrying about her boyfriend's reaction. She'd obviously been attracted to the larger canine since seeing him, but she never expected this.

He continued to eat with one paw while the other lightly trailed up and down her black and white thighs, teasing the girl right in front of her unaware husband. Gritting her teeth, the fingers trailed just a little higher, just under the fabric of her skirt. Without thinking, she spread her thighs and that seemed to be the invitation Hank needed, his paw slipping up, cupping her covered crotch. Chloe managed to hold in another gasp, but taking a bite of food. Her eyes closed slightly as those fingers began to rub along her slit.

"What the fuck?" Elliot exclaimed, looking up from his phone, making Chloe jump in surprise.

"What? Nothing!" she replied reflexively.

"They canceled my highschool reunion! Damn it, I was looking forward to that..." he said, causing Chloe to get a little bit annoyed, but Hank's fingers suddenly pushed aside her panties and pushed one into her damp folds, making the girl gasp again.

"Hu-hun, that sucks!" she said a little bit shakily, feeling the thick canine finger pushing into her pussy, her toes curling slightly.

"Apparently the president got arrested for solicitation. Ugh...moron should have just gone to Lurush," he said, shaking his head.

Chloe bit her lip, completely forgetting about her food as he paws gripped at the edge of the table. Hank's thumb pressed right to her clit while slowly sliding his middle finger in and out of her sex, the girl doing everything she could to not moan out into the restaurant. She tried her best to keep her hips from rocking as he fondled her.

"So, hey, man, just wanted to thank you again for letting me tag along," Hank said with a smirk, his ring finger sinking into her soaked pussy to join his middle. Her head was lowered slightly, eyes closed as he fingered her.

"Yeah, sure..." Elliot replied, keeping his eyes on his phone.

"You all ready for the check?" the waitress asked and Chloe gasped, feeling the fingers suddenly tugging from her gripping lips, having been really close to actually cumming. Hank grinned, taking out his wallet.

"Yeah, here, keep the change, cutie," he said, the much older curvy bun laughing at that and smiling at the large tip, thanking them.

"Well...shall we?" Hank asked, to which the others got out of the booth. Elliot didn't realize how shakily his girlfriend was walking as they approached the car. Hank opened the back and looking to Chloe, "After you?"

"Wait, what?" Elliot asked, looking across the car from the driver side.

"Come on, man, it's a long drive. Don't want her to get lonely," Hank said as Chloe giggled.

"Yeah, El, can't let him get lonely," she said, getting into the back of the car, Hank soon sliding in after.

The otter grumbled and got into the driver's seat before pulling out and heading back to the highway. As he drove, Hank leaned in and whispered to Chloe, making her giggle. She replied to him, making him chuckle.

"What are you gossiping about back there with my girlfriend?" The otter asked, glaring at the dog in the rear view mirror.

"Nothing, man, nothing, don't worry," the dog replied as the otter got onto the highway, returning to the trek. Again, the two of them laughed quietly in the back seat, making Elliot fume even more. Why was he so close to Chloe like that? He looked forward, teeth gritted. He just had to get this jerk-off home and then they never had to see him again.

Hearing a gasp in the back, the otter looked into the mirror and blinked, eyes widening at the scene before him, Chloe's legs spread, her skirt hiked up with the dog's fingers plunged in her cunt. Her fingers were gripping at Hank's wrist, but not in an attempt to pull it away.

"Ah...ah......" the dog moaned softly, her eyes closed.

"W...what the fuck are--" Elliot tried to demand only to be interrupted by Hank.

"Giving her what she needs, bro. Think we both know what she's wanted since you picked me up. Practically gushed on my fingers in the restaurant," he said as his other paw trailed up to cup one of the collie's breasts, making her gasp as he pinched her rapidly stiffening nipple through her shirt.

"F...fucking stop! She's my girlfriend!" he said, gasping and having to swerve back into his lane after drifting by accident.

"Just drive, man, I'll take care of your girlfriend for ya," he said, holding Chloe close, his fingers sliding in and out of her rapidly, making her moan out a bit louder, her thighs shaking.

The otter's heart was pounding in his chest. He wanted to kill that fucking dog, but he couldn't pull over and there weren't any exits for miles!

Chloe sat in the back with Hank, whimpering and clinging to his arm as he expertly rubbed her clit, fingers digging up into her cunt just perfectly She couldn't even on how upset Elliot was, but...well, he'd probably get over it, push-over he was. She felt a paw gripping her chin and suddenly turning her head to heatedly press to the other dog's lips. She mffed, eyes widenly before sinking into her, tongue mashing together. The fingers and the kiss suddenly made it too much for her. She mmmm mmmm mmmmmed into the kiss as her hips began to shake against the paw, her pussy clenching around the fingers as she orgasmed from someone other than her boyfriend.

"Fuuuck, yeah, babe..." Hank said, breaking the kiss, "Listen to that. Bet you don't normally get to cum like this, do you?"

"Uhnnnn, nuh no...oh god..." she moaned, the admission causing the otter's cheeks to burn with shame.

He looked in horror in the mirror as his girl eagerly bent over in the seat, rubbing her muzzle along the male dog's crotch, licking at the fabric of his pants. Elliot could clearly see the outline of Hank's erection and...the comparison between his and the dog's wasn't even close. She looked up at him a moment and lmet Elliot's eyes in the rear view mirror before quickly working to undo the dog's belt, undoing his cargo pants. Her paw slid in and wedged out the nearly seven inches of hard dog cock, making her gasp.

"Like that, babe?" Hank asked with a chuckle.

"Oh god..." Chloe whispered.

Elliot watched as Chloe's fingers wrapped around the base of the canine's dick, stroking him off. He gasped out, "Ch-chloe!"

"Oh, just drive, Elliot," she replied, glancing to him before parting her lips to drag her tongue lewdly along the retriever's hard red doghood, making the male groan out, resting a paw on Chloe's head.

He tried to pay attention to the road, seething in the front seat, trying to deny the fact that his jeans were tented at that moment. Looking back, he saw Chloe's lips sinking down on Hank's tip, sucking him off, the otter in the front blushing intensely. Chloe had always told him she didn't 'do' blowjobs. He swallowed as she seemed to expertly take the first three or four inches of the dog's dick in her mouth, quickly beginning to bob her head.

"Oh damn...man, you lucky fuck, getting to feel this mouth all the time..." Hank said, looking at Elliot in the mirror. The reaction of the otter made him laugh a bit, "I see..." he said, seeming to realize the truth there, "Well, don't worry, dude, she can have mine whenever she wants."

Chloe's cheeks were flushed as she heard him say that. Sure, she'd told Elliot she didn't like doing oral, but...well, she didn't normally, but there was something about Hank...his paw pressed on her head, making her mff around him as more cock was pushed into her muzzle. She coughed slightly as it hit the back of her throat, a second paw pushing on her head as he humped upward, sinking the entire thing down her throat. She gagged around him, her paws gripping at his shirt as her throat milked around him. He looked Elliot in the eye with a shirt, holding her there for a few moments before letting her up to breathe and gasp.

"G-god..." she said, panting heavily with a giggle, "I've never done that before..."

"You're a natural, babe," Hank said with a smirk, pulling Chloe in for another firm sloppy kiss, making Elliot growl under his breath. Her paw started to stork the large dog dong, making Hank groan out again while making out with Elliot's girlfriend. He tried to speed up to make it to an exit, but he knew it was still so long before the next one.

Hank broke the kiss, looking down at the collie's paw stroking his length, precum beginning to drool out, "Huff....fuck, babe...if you don't stop you won't get to ride it before I blow..."

Elliot's eyes widened, looking into the mirror to see Chloe's reaction. She bit her lip and met with her boyfriend's eyes before quickly shifting in the seat, kicking a leg over Hank's lap, her ass right above the throbbing cock.

"Ch...chloe!" Elliot exclaimed, the otter trembling in his seat.

"S...sorry, El, I need a real dick in me for once," she replied, her paw slipping beneath her skirt. She gasped, feeling the tip nudging her folds, shaking with anticipation.

"Heh, sorry, dude, guess she knows what she needs," Hank said with a shrug, his thick paws resting on the slender girl's hips. He groaned out, feeling that heat as her lips slowly spread over his tip. She sank her hips down, taking inch after inch into her soaked pussy.

"Oh fuck! O-ohhhh fuuuuck...." Chloe moaned, her muzzle pressing to the crook of the dog's neck as her hips trembled, legs shaking to either side of the canine's thighs.

"Chloe, is he hurting you?" Elliot asked, looking back.

"Nah, bro, she's just cumming her fucking brains out," Hank said arrogantly. Chloe wailed out as the dog's paws forcibly pulled her ass all the way down, his thick knot pressing right up against her pussy. Indeed, her juices gushed down the dog's thighs to soak into the back seat as an intense climax hit her suddenly from the size of the dog inside her.

"I...I'm going to fucking...." Elliot tried to threaten.

Mid-orgasm, Hank pushed Chloe off off his cock and onto the seat, leaving her panting heavily. He moved up between the seats with a soft growl, a paw gripping the otter's scruff from behind the head rest gap. He said, "You'll what, bitch? Get a fucking hard-on from watching me pound your girlfriend?"

The otter had yelped out, trying to maintain control of the car as the dog gripped his neck. The question confused him once, but then he glanced down just as the canine's paw gripped his bulge. He was rock hard, "A-ah! Hey! Fu-fucking...you bastard..."

"Yeah, I'm a bastard and you're a little sissy punk too afraid to stop me from fucking your girl. You sit there and shut up and drive until I pump her full of my pups and then you're going to drive to your place and I'm going to do it again in your bed, you got it?" Hank said, his voice making Elliot tremble as the dog held a firm grip of his erection through his pants.

He should do something! But, what could he do? He had to keep driving or they'd crash. Unable to stop himself, a soft "Y...yes..." slipped out.

Hank tugged on his scruff firmly, "Yes, what , bitch?"

"Ah! Yes, S-sir!" the otter cried out instinctively.

"Good. If you're a good boy I might even let you eat my jizz from her when I'm done," Hank said, slipping back in the seat where Chloe was recovering with heavy breaths. She had her back against the door, legs splayed. Hank grinned, moving up between them to lift one and line his cock up to push back into her, making the dog cry out.

Chloe had barely registered the conversation the two had, but the dick spearing her made her come back to reality, her toes curling up as Hank held one up the in the air. Anyone driving past them would easily know what was happening in there. Unfortunately for Elliot, he could only see Hanks ass bouncing back and forth as he fucked the dog against the driver side back door. Her moans filled the car as the golden retriever pressed a paw right above the collie's mons, his thumb rubbing quickly along her clit. The collie trembled as that thick shaft pounded into her, his shaft dragging along her g-spot.

The otter kept looking back into the rear view mirror, his erection throbbing humiliatingly in his pants while the random hitchhiker fucked his girlfriend in the back seat. With a soft nervous voice, he said, "C...can you just not...finish in her?"

Grunting, Hanks's paws pushed the collie's legs up into the air, gripping her thighs while stuffing his cock into her firmly. He groaned out, "I'm cumming in her, bitch, deal with it," he said, looking down at Chloe who was panting heavily and gripping at the car seat, "Right? You want it, babe?"

"Ye...yes, do it!" She exclaimed, "Oh g-god, I'm close..." she warned, causing Hank to growl out in arousal, his thumb rubbing the female's clit quickly in a circle. She gasped, head tilting back while pressed against the car door, a loud moan suddenly exploding out. Hank felt that pussy suddenly clenching down on his member, tumbling over into orgasm. He felt a splatter of liquid against his crotch, the dog's knot grinding firmly to that pussy.

"Grrrr, here it comes!" Hank growls out, that knot wedging open the spasming pussy before popping in. The pleasure becomes too much and suddenly Chloe could feel that cock throbbing as Hank dumped his load deep into her, balls pressed firmly to her ass.

Elliot could only hear the couple orgasming together, his ears lowered in utter humiliation. He bit his lower lip, resisting the urge to touch himself. He didn't want to give that bastard the satisfaction. Looking back again, he saw Hank pulling Chloe with him as he sat back in the middle of the backseat, the collie knotted to him. His girlfriend's muzzle was pressed passionately to Hank's, their tongue sliding together in a kiss.

A moment later, the kiss was broken, Chloe panting heavily, "Oh my g...god, I can't believe I did that," she said with a giddy laugh, leaning in to kiss and lick along the retriever's neck, "Mmm....you're so good."

Chuckling, his eyes meeting Elliot's gaze in the mirror while hugging his arms around the border collie, "You're pussy is amazing. So tight. Guessing you don't get stretched out all that often, huh?"

"Mmm...not really..." she replied casually, causing bright blushes of humiliation in the otter's cheeks.

"Don't worry, babe, you can have this dick all you want," he replied, pulling her in for another firm kiss, keeping a gaze on Elliot's.

Fuming, the otter looked back to the road, just focusing on driving the rest of the way. The two of them talked for a bit in the back, Chloe sucked his cock again and swallowed his cum, a particular humiliation for Elliot.

"We're almost there...where do you want me to...drop you off?" the otter asked sheepishly."

"You know where, bitch," Hank said simply while Chloe slept, resting her head on his lap.

"W...why are you doing this?" Elliot asked softly.

"Because I can. And because you don't deserve a girl like this. You deserve to serve your canine betters," he said, eyes narrowing.

"Are you nuts? You can't just...say things like that!" he replied.

"Why? I bet you're hard as fuck just from hearing that," Hank said.

"I am not!" Elliot shot back, teeth gritting.

"Wanna bet? If you aren't, I'll get out of the car right now and you'll never see me again," Hank offered with a smirk.

The otter's eyes widened and looked down, cursing the obvious bulge there. He tried to bite his tongue to will himself to soften, "S...screw you," he muttered in reply.

"No, you'll be the one getting screwed, bitch," Hank replied.

Blinking, the otter looked back, "I'm...I'm not gay, that's NOT happening."

Chuckling softly, the dog said, "It's happening, better get used to it."

Looking forward again, the otter's breathing was very quick, pulling into the parking lot of his apartment. Chloe woke up after some prodding from Hank, getting out of the car. Elliot shot out of the car and pushed the dog against the side of the car.

"You...bastard!" the otter exclaimed, getting even more angry as the dog laughed, "S...stop laughing!"

"Oh, Elliot, really..." Chloe said from behind him, her arms crossed.

"Chloe, he...he made you..." the otter said, breathing a bit heavily.

"He didn't make me do anything, El. Look, I get if you want to break up with me. I still love you, but I need more than what you can offer me sexually," the border collie said matter-of-factly, making the otter gasp and turn to look at her.

"W...what?" he asked. She walked forward, cupping his cheeks, looking at him, "This can be good for us, El, but I won't blame you."

For once Hank just stood there, watching and not interjecting anything. Elliot let out a soft whimper, "But what...what would that even...mean?"

"It means you keep your hot girlfriend who adores you and Hank gets to fuck the hell out of me," she said, placing soft kisses on his cheek.

"Wh...what about...me?" he asked, rather pathetically.

"Well, you...have your paw and toys, obviously. And I don't know, maybe we can get you one of those...you know, the blow up things?" she said, glancing to Hank who was trying to stifle a laugh.

"A b-blowup doll?! Chloe!" Elliot exclaimed, "I have...my dignity!"

"No. You don't," Hank said suddenly. Elliot gasped as the large paw was firmly grabbing his package right there in the parking lot, "You're fucking hard right now, you liar."

"Hank...please," Chloe said with a soft grin, "You need a soft touch with Eli here, okay?"

Hearing his girlfriend say that only made the otter blush even more, finding out what she really thought of him, "I...don't..."

"Oh, of course you do, hun," she said, placing a soft kiss to his lips, "Look, if it means that much to you...I'm sure Hank will fuck you too, maybe if we dress you up like a girl or something."

"What?! He already said he was going to do that!" the otter responded angrily.

"Oh! Well, good! Problem solved, then!" Chloe replied with a grin.

"It...it's not...solved! I'm not into guys!" Elliot cried out.

With a tsk, Chloe sighed, "You're making a scene, dear. Try to lower your voice."

Cowed, the otter blushed, "S...sorry..." he said softly.

"It's fine. Look, it's been a long drive, let's just go inside. You're going to need some time to get used to it," the border collie said, smiling softly, reaching out to lead Hank into the apartment complex with Elliot following behind, his head drooped in confusion.

After another round of fucking in their bed, Hank took a nap and Chloe walked into the living room where Elliot was sitting alone in silence. She sat beside him, sighing softly.

"El..." she said, looking to the dejected otter, "Look at me," resisting the urge to tell her to go fuck herself, he looked over, meeting her gaze, silently, "I didn't plan any of this, but...I need this in my life. I love you so much."

"Yeah, you said that," he said softly.

"And I mean it. Look, I don't know if this thing with Hank will last at all. He seems like a wanderer," she said, scooting closer to the otter on the couch, "I know you liked watching me and him. And I loved knowing you were watching me."

"Oh, yeah, love me watching you get fucked by another guy--" he said, eyes widening as Chloe's paw shot out to firmly grip his muzzle.

"No talking when I'm speaking, boy," she said suddenly, a demeanor Elliot had never said from her. She looked down and smirked, "See? One sentence and your hard as a rock." Looking down, the otter gasped softly. He was! "Pull it out."

With a little hesitation, the otter swallowed and opened his jeans, pulling his underwear down to expose his hard otterhood. It throbbed hard at like maybe five inches. He was no match for Hank.

Chloe continued, "See? This is why I need Hank," she said, reaching out to lightly drag her fingers along the length, making the otter moan softly, "I need a cock that can satisfy me. This one won't cut it anymore, love," she said, humiliation filling the otter again as her fingers circled around his cock, starting to slowly stroke him, "And you want me to be satisfied, don't you, El?"

"A-ah, ye...yes, of course, but--" he started to say, but her fingers squeezing his dick made the otter moan out, his legs already starting to shake. She watched him while pumping his short cock firmly, "Uhn, Ch...chloe, I'm..." he said, his face scrunching up before moaning out loudly as otter jizz splattered out across the collie's paw and his lap.

"And that is another reason. You lasted like ten seconds. Do you think I would have cum if you were fucking me?" she asked, the lewd langue something he wasn't used to hearing from her. Chloe was already starting to get into the idea of dominance, clearly.

"I...I would have..." Elliot began to say, cheeks blushing as the girl wiped her cum-covered paw off on his shirt.

"You would have eaten me out. I know. And you're wonderful at that. And you won't have to stop doing that, baby," Chloe assured him. She slid an around around him, pulling the otter close, "There are going to be changes, of course. That thing is never going inside me again, I hope you realize," she said, pointing to the otter's already deflating cock.

"W...what? But..."

"Quiet, I'm speaking," she said with a firm voice, cuddling up to her boyfriend. He obeyed with a whimper, "You might get a handjob on your birthday or something, but don't expect it. You can touch yourself all you want, we don't really care, but as far as my pussy is concerned, that's not happening again. And Hank will be able to fuck me whenever he wants. And you, too, if you want. It would be so hot to make out with you while he fucks us both. I'm not going to lie."

"Chloe...." the otter said, finally.

With a sigh off annoyance at him interrupting her again, she said, "What is it?"

"I...I love you," he said softly. With a soft smile, the collie lifted his muzzle into a soft kiss before breaking it.

"Are you going to be a good boy for Hank and me from now on?" she asked.

With a nod, the otter replied, "Yes..."

"Mmm...no, no...let's try that again. Yes......?" she said.

Elliot's cheeks were bright red. He hadn't thought Chloe knew anything about this sort of thing, "Yes, M...mistress?"

"Mistress!" she said with a laugh, "I was just going to have you say Ma'am. Oh boy...you are a naughty bitch just like Hank said, aren't you?"

His ears lowered in humiliation, "S...stop..."

"No, no, Mistress it is, then. Sure you really want me as a girlfriend? Or as an owner?" she asked with a smirk, noting out the still exposed otter cock was starting to twitch and thicken again, "Mmm, well we'll cross that bridge when we get there. For now, I better heard you calling me Mistress, got it?"

"Y-yes....." he said and upon seeing the glare, quickly added "Mistress!"

"Good boy. I'm going to go take a nap with Hank. Go do the dishes for me," she said, getting up and leaving the otter with his sheath hanging out, covered in drying cum.

Biting his lip, the otter watched her go, replying, "Yes...Mistress." He sat there for some time. This was insane! How could he let her do this? But, then...he was...painfully hard the entire ride home and just then when Chloe was talking to him like a subby loser. Quickly putting his sheath back in his pants and zipping up, he stood to walk toward the kitchen.

"I guess...I'll give it a shot...." he muttered to himself. If Chloe was happy, then he was happy.