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Donnie Otter woke up to the delicious smells of his favorite meal: Breakfast. "Mmmm now that's something I like to wake up to," he exclaimed, jumping out of the now empty bed. Still in his boxer shorts, he followed his nose to the kitchen where he saw his friend, Ollie Otter frying up all sorts of goodies. He had made eggs, bacon, pancakes cheesy potatoes, and...was that fresh squeezed orange juice? "My god, Ollie. Look at this spread." Ollie turned, smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "Breakfast is important." "Well I'm glad you talked me into staying the night. Do you do this often, because I could definitely get used to this..." "I wouldn't send you home at that hour. You know if you change your mind, my offer is still on the table..." Donnie smirked. So this would be the conversation today. He was gonna have fun stringing his friend along before announcing the good news. But at the moment, something else was foremost in his mind. "You aren't planning on doing anything corny like cutting the pancakes into little hearts, are you?" He said, raising an eyebrow. "I would never," Ollie replied in an offended tone, yet unable to stifle a momentary grin. "What kind of sappy fur do you take me for?" "Oh you would just love to. So what DO you have planned, then, if you don't mind my asking." "Nothing." He giggled, plating the eggs. "Okay, eat up." He placed the plate down in front of Don. He had made a smiley face on the pancake with the bacon and eggs. "Oh, ha ha. That's real cute. And you're a terrible liar you know that?" Said Don. "Do you have any ketchup?" "Yeah sure," Ollie said, and went to fetch the ketchup. When he came back, Don said: "Got any hot sauce?" Don watched Ollie's rump as he turned back and reached into the fridge. He waited for Ollie to return and then, with an innocent smile said: "Oh...I don't like tobasco sauce. You got any OTHER hot sauce?" "Yes... ...I'll get it." Ollie said, through gritted teeth. Again, Donnie thanked the heavens that Ollie didn't wear pants as the sexy otter climbed a step stool and started digging through the spice pantry. "Is this sauce okay?" He asked as he held the bottle aloft. Don nodded his approval. "Will there be anything else, your highness?" Don shook his head no, steepling his paws so as to hide his inability to keep a straight face. Ollie chewed his first bite of food while staring at his guest. He wore an expression that said, 'you think you're so cute, you little bastard. You just wait.' Donnie loved to tease Ollie but he didn't like being on the receiving end of such head games. What devious plans was Ollie hiding behind that goofball grin of his? "Oh I almost forgot," Ollie said, running back to the fridge. "No balanced breakfast is complete without mimosas!" He had a point, Donnie had to agree. Nothing could have delivered that finishing touch like fresh squeezed orange juice and cheap champagne. "A toast to being single on Valentine's day!" Said Ollie, raising his glass. "Here here!" Donnie said raising his own. After a few mimosas, Donnie lost his talent for subtlety. "Okay, you're killing me here. You're not seriously going to stay inside and do nothing today, are you?" "Well, I don't expect any hunky furs to come waltzing in here so pretty much, yeah. That's the plan." replied Ollie. "You're LYing," Said Donnie, as if it took a genius to figure that out, "I can see it in your face. You ARE planning something." "Well, you'll just have to wait and see then," Ollie smiled back. "So have you given my proposal any thought?" Asked Ollie. "Well gee, I don't know, I guess we'll have to wait and see." Said Donnie sarcastically. He stared at Ollie for a minute in defiance but Ollie just glared, and managed to actually look pretty intimidating. Donnie soon looked away, and then, sensing the other otter's piercing gaze began to fidget. "Geez, I was just kidding..." Don mumbled, looking into his lap. "What was that? Speak up?" Said Ollie, leaning in and cupping his ear. "Yes," Said Donnie, more loudly. "I have given it some thought and I've decided..." He paused for dramatic effect. "...I've decided that I'm ready to move in with you. Happy Valentines Day!" "Really!" Said Ollie, Jumping up with a squeak of excitement, then he stopped himself, put on a poker face and slammed his hands on the table. "You're not pulling my leg are you? You're really gonna do it?" "Yes, I really am." Said Donnie crossing his arms and nodding his head with a proud smile. "Awww, come here you lug!" Ollie came over and gave gave a squirming Donnie a noogie and a kiss on the head. "This is great! my best buddy in the whole world coming to live with me! I love ya buddy!" "I love you too, Ollie. I can't believe I said that. What did you put in these mimosas anyway?" Said Donnie, sniffing the drink as if checking for adulterants. "Sodium pentathol, of course!" Replied Ollie. "Shut up." Said Donnie, batting at Ollie playfully. "Make me!" "Maybe I will. And then I'll search the house til I find out what you're hiding!" "Don't even think about it, little man, unless you want a spanking." "You're saying what to the guy with the yellow belt in karate? You asked for it!" Donnie crept around the table with his hands up like the big bad wolf, but Ollie tackled him in a pre-emptive strike and the two otters rolled around on the floor by the dining table growling. It was all in good fun. Donnie tried to grab Ollie around the waist, but Ollie was as slippery as an Eel and Don couldn't get a good grip. Ollie managed to slip behind him at one point and hooked his arms under both of Donnie's pulling them up and back. "Hey! Hey!!! You're not supposed to win!" "You were saying?" "No fair, I never learned about grappling!" Ollie reached around and pinched Donnie's nipple, twisting it hard through his shirt. "Owww!!!!" Donnie tried to twist away, reaching back and grabbing for his attacker's crotch. Ollie backed off quick, avoiding the vice grip of death. "Hey, no crotch attacks!" Said Ollie. "No rules," Sang Donnie, "just right. Outback steakhouse!" It went on like this until the worn out otters lay side by side panting and staring at the ceiling. Donnie groaned and held his belly. "I shouldn't have done that after eating." He turned to find Ollie staring at him. "What, have I got something on my face?" Ollie just grinned and jumped to his feet. "Oh dear, I almost forgot I am supposed to call my mother for Valentine's Day." "Aww, that's sweet," said Don thinking how he should do the same for his mom. "Yes. I am going to call her right now. Meanwhile, you can load the dishwasher since I cooked." "Fair's fair." Donnie shrugged, and hoisted himself up off the floor with a grunt. "Okay then, here I go. Calling my mother. It's a private call so don't listen in." Ollie walked out toward the living room and just when Donnie thought enough time had passed for him to follow, he poked his head back into the kitchen. "And no shenanigans, there's nothing for you to find so just do me a solid and stay in the kitchen where you can't break anything." He left again leaving Donnie to wonder if Ollie was a really bad actor or if he was doing this on purpose. In any case, Donnie wasn't about to do the dishes. It was time to get the dirt. He edged his way down the hall toward the living room with his back to the wall. He slowly peered around the corner and saw Ollie in profile, sitting on the big sofa against the wall and flipping through channels as he talked with his supposed mother. Annoyingly, he could only make out snatches of the conversation. "...coming over...."; "...going to move in, can you believe..." "...haha, I'll bet...what's that? you actually want to bet?..."; "Oh, no, Mom, I agree about your neighbor. I can't stand nosy people." Ollie said pointedly, looking in Donnie's direction. Oop, Donnie squeaked, quickly retreating. Don decided it was time to snoop around the house for any suspicious looking items, packages, boxes - say in the shape of a heart. But despite his best efforts, there was no sign of the usual valentine trappings. He must have been planning something more esoteric. He was keenly investigating a potted plant when a loud voice by his ear said "Whatayoudoing?" Don let out a loud squeak then immediately tried to cram it back into his mouth with his paws. Unfortunately the potted plant came with them and he actually ended up spilling dirt all over himself and the floor. "You did that on purpose!" He yelled, trying to catch his breath. "You're the one who's making a mess of my house. You're supposed to be doing the dishes, remember? Now I have to straighten up before..." Ollie paused, "And what's the big idea listening in on my private conversations? You better not act like this when you move in, you naughty pup!" Ollie sighed in frustration. "Go on, go take a shower and clean yourself up. I'll clean up after your mess. I swear you should be on a leash, I can't take my eyes off you for one minute..." Donnie was now blushing under his fur. Completely cowed, he said nothing as he walked away toward the bathroom. Secretly, he liked it when furs called him things like 'naughty pup' or threatened to spank him, but he'd never admit it aloud. He did feel bad about the mess though. In the shower, Don let the water wash away his shame, and the dirt. Just as he was finishing up, he heard the bathroom door unlock. "Is that you Ollie?" He said, wiping fog off the glass and squinting to see. "What do you think you're..." He stopped as the shower door slid open and in stepped a naked Oliver.

"Ollie!" He screamed, covering himself with his paws. "What are you doing? Get the hell out!" A paw came down hard on Donnie's unprotected ass. "Yeeeowch! What the-"

SMACK SMACK SMACK! "You've been a very bad boy, today, Donnie. I think it's time you learned a lesson."

Donnie felt his malehood sliding out through the space between his paws. Did Ollie know that he liked being spanked?

"This is not acceptable behavior for people in my house, do I make myself clear?"

Donnie made a noncommittal noise and shrank against the wall of the shower stall. "What did you say? Come here." said Ollie, grabbing Donnie roughly and pulling him around. "Yes, Ollie, perfectly!" Don said, hastily at the threat of another paddling from Ollie's raised paw. "That's better," He grinned again and whispered, "Hey, how am I doing? Am I doing this right?"

"Yes, yes, you're doing fine." Don said, rolling his eyes. The big cheeseball.

"Oh good," Ollie whispered back, and cleared his throat. "Right. On your hands and knees, and shut your mouth. Quit trying to cover yourself," Said Ollie, pulling down Don's paws, "I've seen it all before." Don obeyed and suffered the indignity of a thorough inspection by his new room mate. Ollie left nothing unexplored, and spend an extra long time on Donnie's cock, balls and pucker, leaving Don to conclude this was the most embarrassing day of his life. Finally, Ollie was satisfied. He reached over and grabbed a bottle of lube from among all the shampoos and conditioners crowding the edge of the stall. He quickly gave Don's ass another smack. "Eyes to the front, mister! You let me worry about this part."

Donnie looked straight ahead and waited. A few seconds later something cold and wet hit his hole, then he felt a paw rubbing it into his crack, warming it up. He gasped as Ollie slid the first digit into his ass. He slowly pulled it back out, massaging Don's hole some more. "That's it, buddy. Just relax," he said, reaching down with his other paw to rub the otter's belly. A smile spread over Don's face as he melted into butter; that was his soft spot. Next he graduated to two fingers, sliding them in past the pucker and wiggling them back and forth, drawing gasps of pleasure from the hapless otter. Ollie turned his paw and curved his fingers in toward the prostate, massaging and milking it like a pro.

"Oh gods... you are great!" Don moaned. "Piece of cake." He added a third digit and soon a fourth, patiently stretching Don's hole for what was to come. Finally, his paws withdrew. Don heard a squirt and then he felt the heat of his friend's malehood pressing against his tail hole. Two paws pressed against his rump for support and he risked a peek behind him to see the other otter wearing a look of concentration as he pressed his hips forward. He grunted as he felt the cock head slowly part his anal ring, gradually parting his flesh until 'pop' it was in. Ollie paused for a second letting Don relax around the new bulk between his cheeks before resuming his slow penetration. He drew back just enough for the thickest point of his head to part Don's sphincter again before plunging in deeper. As it got deeper and deeper he began talking dirty. "Oh yeah, boy, you like that don't you? You are one dirty otter slut. You better get used to this, pup because this is your new place."

Donnie panted as Ollie picked up pace, the curve of his cock massaged his prostate to near painful ecstasy drawing little whines from him with each thrust. He felt a fire building in his malehood and wanted to reach for it, but Ollie smacked his hand away.

"No. Bad puppy, you don't touch yourself down there. Only daddy has permission to play with your cock."

Don whined harder as his master started plowing into him faster and faster, panting nearly as hard as himself. "Oh gods..." Don said, "It's too much.... please, slow down.." The pleasure was too intense and Don tried scooting away but Ollie stayed right on top of him. "That's it puppy. Give in to the pleasure. Let me make you come."

"Oh... oh.... OHHHHHH!!" Don said as his knees went weak. He was drooling and his eyes were starting to cross. Sensing his buddy's imminent explosion, Ollie began grinding even harder against the boy's prostate.

"I'm going to coooooommmmeeeeee!" Don yelled and his legs shot out from under him. Ollie buried the bone deep in Don's hole making him shoot his sticky seed all over the shower floor. "Good boy. Goooood boy!" Ollie exclaimed, pulling out. "You came so much for daddy!" "Oh...." Don gasped, panting for air as he lay on the floor of the tub.

"Now it's my turn...." Ollie began to jack off at lightning speed with his cock aimed at the prone fur's maw. Donnie immediately sat up and brought his open muzzle to the tip of it. "That's it. Oh you are such a good boy! Stick your tongue out for daddy, and take all of his seed.... mmmfff..."

He rested his cockhead against Don's tongue and gave one final thrust releasing all his seed and coating Don's mouth. "Arrghhh! Yeah, eat daddy's cum, pup! Swallow that load." Don closed his mouth around the cock head and sucked out every last ounce of musky seed. The powerful smell of cum was soon washed down the drain by the retreating water and he turned off the shower. Ollie took Don's muzzle in his hand and gave him a kiss on the nose. "Happy Valentine's Day, buddy. Hope you liked my little surprise."

"It was perfect. You really surprised me. Thanks for trying something new," Don said as he stepped out of the shower. "I still don't understand how you knew about my kinky side."

"Hehe, I'll never tell. I have to admit, though, I could get used to this," replied Ollie, handing him a towel. "If you think you can handle me." Donnie lunged forward for a noogie attack but his friend was out of reach before he even had a chance. "Too slow puppy, still too slow. You'll never beat your big bro like that."

"Yeah right, if anyone's the big bro I am. Now let's get dressed. I have the feeling we're going to have company, if what I heard of your phone conversation is any indication."

"Get dressed? Oh no, you're going to spend the day just as you are. Besides, everyone's already seen you naked."

"What do you mean?"

"Shower cam," He said, picking up a small device from the corner of the shower. As if on cue, a big cheer arose from the direction of the living room. "See what happens when you shower too long? I guess you can wear one article of clothing." Ollie said, picking up a dog collar from the bathroom counter. He snapped it on Donnie, smiled, and gave him a little kiss on the nose, then he grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him toward the living room. "Come on boy, this is going to be one Valentine's Day you'll never forget!"

THE END