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Ok, there comes a point in every slutty bottoms life that he takes a desperate guy up on a quick fuck. I've had my fair share. When it comes to being a needy loose-moraled slut, I'm a highly qualified river otter. I have standards with guys and their appearance, like them being clean and of a certain appearance but every now and again that has slipped. For me three days without someone or even something rutting under my tail has me desperate for a semi-decent root.

When I was dry this first time, it was five days so I was desperate and all my old contacts had blown me off with excuses of being busy. Turning to an app, I found a guy that boasted of being a good root. I didn't much care and I'd even had a drink when I messaged him so I was raring to go when I got there. Even a little sloshed when I saw the muzzle that opened the door I almost ran away screaming. In the messages he said he wasn't the best looker but nothing would have prepared me for that face except a horror film.

Well maybe Deadpool but otherwise urghhh!

He was still smiling and upon seeing me and the barely contained disgust written upon my own muzzle he remained polite as he invited me inside. Then when I shrugged and forced his looks from my mind and made my way past him, his tail started wagging a mile a minute. I kept the lights on too when he made to flick the switch off, wanting the Mastiff to remember having someone like me in his bed.

What followed was some of the best fucking sex of my entire life. Slutty as I am, his knotted cock reamed my asshole wide open and he kept hammering away at my ass for what felt like days. The first orgasm I had was held onto, as the Mastiff behind me just grinded his knob into my bloated prostate to give me the most incredible high. He let me finish and asked if I wanted him to keep going and get me up to another high like that. That was a no brainer, hell I usually don't stop at one orgasm from being fucked anyway.

But no one has ever offered to fuck me through multiple orgasms before. I remember that I taunted him to give me his best.

And boy did he. My ass was utterly wrecked. I remember feeling the flood of cum as he filled up my bowels yet John, the Mastiff, hadn't knotted me and I was right on the edge of another orgasm myself. Mid-orgasm and he could still makeout how close I was, only to hump in and grind right into that pleasure knob as he squeezed my leaking nuts with a reach around. When he finally came to knotting me, I was begging for it. I didn't want the pleasure to ever end but I couldn't take another second without the big ugly dog tying under my tail. I fucking screamed for it and damn did he do a good job. A good enough job that, that orgasm had my nuts running dry even as my dick convulsed to the beat of my heart.

Needless to say, it was easily the best fuck of my entire life.

But god that face and the body that it was attached to. I'm not shallow but dear god. It was the stuff of nightmares with a horny as all hell dream fuck attached to it.

So there I was, maybe a week later in another dry spell. Only two days but that fuck hadn't left my thoughts for long and I couldn't resist trying it again. For a week he'd only sent a few innocuous messages about how hot I was and if I ever felt like putting up with him again he'd certainly give me another round. I didn't have the heart to tell him how fucking ugly I thought he was but then when I messaged asking for another go he did that for me.

"Didn't think you'd actually come around again. Usually one look at my fucking ugly face has most guys screaming as they run away."

"You're not that ugly." I replied, cringing only for him to laugh at me.

"Gorgeous, my face looks like it went ten rounds with a meat mincer and lost every fucking round. Ugly doesn't even begin to describe how nasty I look." Gesturing back behind himself, he added. "Hell, I even keep the paper bag in case someone wants to block out the sight of me. So yeah, no point in lying and saying I'm anything but nasty to look at."

I was still tossing that up when the big burly Mastiff added, "Then again compared to a gorgeous and cute otter like you nearly every guy is ugly as sin. Never seen such a beautiful face even on the cover of a magazine."

I was always selfconcious about my looks and his compliment hit home for me. "Yeah, alright you're ugly. But if I'm not allowed to lie, neither are you. So what do I call you, Nasty?"

It was strange but his friendliness rubbed off on me after that exchange. His face was still ugly but the personality almost made up for it.

The fucking he gave me however did far more than just make up for it.

So yeah, that was how I started spending more of my time with John. I didn't really make any decision to do it but over time he replaced more and more of my hookups. I still didn't think anything of it until almost three months later when I opened Johns door and he had dinner waiting for me. For him, it was a little fancy and he was even dressed up knowing I was coming over. Standing there shuffling his paws he seemed quite put out about the whole thing.

"I hope this is okay. I know I'm just a hookup for you but I couldn't help wanting to do something nice for you tonight. Butt ugly as I am, you're the longest any guy has ever kept coming around."

"Um, why wouldn't dinner be okay?" I ask him to give myself some time to process this development. "If I had have known you were going to cook however, I would have brought a bottle of wine or something with me."

Holding up a glass he shows me the bottle that he pours from. A Chardonnay and one of my favourites to boot. "No need, you've brought enough bottles around for me to know what you like. Just you know I wanted to discuss something that's been on my mind and dinner while sappy seemed the best way to begin."

Taking the wine glass I sip even as I sit down at John's dining table. "What's sappy about dinner? I eat here all the time with you?" Usually its not him cooking, but he's done that before.

Taking his own chair, the legs scrape on the wood and his face turns up in embarrassment. It gives an awful scrunch under his eye which only makes him look uglier for a moment. If that were possible. "Well, I wasn't sure if I could ask this under normal circumstances cause well that would probably mean I'd be balls deep under your tail. Which I love by the way. Even if you say no to this, I don't want to stop that and I really don't want to make it awkward but..."

Wait, dinner? Wine? Question? "You aren't going to propose or anything crazy like that are you John?"

"No, no. God no." John waves me off blushing hard, highlighting his horrible patchy fur. "I just wanted to know if we were boyfriends? Fuck I'm not crazy enough to think someone as good as you, Lucas, would marry a thing like me."

"Oh." Thank fucking god for that... Wait, boyfriends? "Um, I hadn't actually given that any amount of thought. The boyfriend part I mean." I add when I realize what that could have meant. Blindsided by this whole topic, I pick up my utensils and start eating just to give myself some time to think. Mmming to myself, I actually admire the Fugly Mastiffs cooking.

John isn't quite ready to be quiet however. "I-Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. It's just you've been spending a lot of time with me even outside of sex and you are really pleasant company. I wouldn't really want anything much to change. I didn't mean much by it, I wouldn't expect you to introduce me to friends or anything like that. I know I'd be a huge embarrassment for someone as hot as you to have as a boyfriend."

"What do you mean an embarrassment to have as a boyfriend?" I ask the Mastiff even as his insecurities begin to assert themselves. "Don't get me wrong, you look like a horse's ass rearended a tin of spaghetti but other than that you're a pot full of sunshine. I just never even entertained the idea of us dating before John. Like it isn't as if I have been exclusive with you since we met or anything. I admit I've been slutting around a lot less but I didn't consider the why of it until just now."

"I don't mind that, really. I know you're one horny as hell otter Lucas. I might like some pictures or something sometime if you felt up to it but like I said I'm not much to look at. So you don't need to introduce me to your friends or anything, just if we could kiss maybe. That is if you could stand the sight of me at home being your boyfriend."

"Kiss? That's all?" I blurt out dumbfounded at the lack of any conditions on this. He's completely blowing my mind on what being boyfriends is meant to be like but kissing... "I thought you didn't like kissing or something. You've never once even tried to kiss me so I just assumed that it wasn't your thing."

"Didn't want to do anything you mightn't like." Says the ugly looking Mastiff and it's only then that my whole perception changes.

Would you like me to go harder? Did you want me to knot you? Is it okay if I stay inside you and cuddle until my knot dies down?

These are just some of the questions that race through my mind then. All questions that I had assumed to be just foreplay or natural pillow talk but they weren't. Perceptive as John is, I thought he knew they turned me on or something but that wasn't it at all.

As a bottom I'm not used to being the one to be pleased.

I'm used to being used. But that isn't John.

"Holy shit." I say startled by the track my thoughts went in then having lost all thread of the conversation now. "Holy shit, you were just trying to please me and giving me control."

My startled observation has the great ugly mass of clumped fur jumping in his seat. "Wha-what do you mean by giving you control?"

"Nothing. Just thinking out loud." I say even as my thoughts run completely haywire. So used to being the dominated party in sex, I hadn't even realized how the powerplay had been reversed with John and myself. Much as he had been fucking me like he was a freight train, everything had been left up to me and what I wanted.

Shit and that means he is being completely serious about me fucking around and literally hiding him away in a closet if that was what I wanted. He'd do that just to be around me and that is a complete headspin.

"Well, um, can I ask what you're thinking about now Lucas?"

John is usually so forward about things that it took me a while to see how shy he actually was and all his insecurities. All of this has taken me far longer than it should have taken. But if all he's asking for is kissing and pictures from a relationship with me and we are already spending all this time together, doesn't that mean we already are dating? "I'm thinking about whether we are already dating or not. It's not as if I have any experience actually dating someone so could you just give me a second to work this out?"

"Uhh, yeah sure, I guess." John answers and his hurt look actually registers in my brain for once. The Mastiff's muzzle actually registers with me for once. Patchy fur and scarred with birthmarks left and right and everywhere else he isn't a sight you can forget easily. Lopsided ears, a jaw that screams he has been in one fight too many and a nose torn from what you could swear was a fish hook, well yeah, he's fucking ugly.

So could I see myself dating that? The short answer would be, no.

If I didn't know him and the kind of soul he had, not to mention every one of those skills under his belt. The answer would be a flat out Hell No! But I know a lot of that now and it makes all the difference along with him being damn well fucking clean. I mean he showers after the gym and he smells like a delicious salty river. Maybe if he was a subpar fuck my answer would be hesitant, but he is anything but.

"Yes." I tell him as he sits up straight, disbelief written over every inch of his muzzle. "I'll date you John as bloody ugly as your face is, I'm pretty damned sure I love you." I tell the stunned Mastiff sitting across the table.

"Really? You-you love me?" He asks and I just smile back over at him.

"Yeah, I think I do buttface." I joke with him only to turn serious. "But no hiding. Ugly as your face may or may not be, I won't hide you at home only to come home for a quick root. If we date you have to come and hang out with some of my friends too so they can get to know you. Don't get me wrong, they will call a spade a spade but I'll make sure it is in good spirits if you catch my drift?"

He doesn't look so sure about that condition but he nods nonetheless. "I know I'm ugly so you don't have to do that if you don't want to."

"Oh, I want to." I tell him as I set myself up with utensils to start eating again. "Also kissing is now mandatory between us. I've been remiss as a boyfriend long enough that if I haven't kissed you in twenty four hours, you are now obligated to force me into a kiss with tongue and all if you want it." Seeing that John is about to interrupt I 'Shh!' him quickly. "No arguments on that one."

"Another thing is if I call you ugly in a way that makes you feel bad, you are to tell me immediately. Don't get me wrong on this, I am not particularly fond of how torn up your face is but I do actually think the world of who you are as a fur John. I cannot promise I won't say that your muzzle would look better if it were a horse's ass because it kind of would. Does that sound fair to you?"

"I won't disagree with you about a horse's ass looking better than my muzzle so yeah. Anything else?"

Taking a bite of the chicken he cooked, I Mmm! to myself yet again. "I'm sure there will be. Because if you have been hiding how much you wanted to kiss me and seeing pictures of my ass getting pounded I am quite certain there are other sexually perverse thoughts running through your skull." Forking a particularly long bean, I hold it up and suck it down whole. "I'm kind of looking forward to hearing those thoughts now."

As ugly as that muzzle of John's is, he actually looks cute when he gulps seeing me take that bean whole down my throat. "I- don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't sweetie. Sure you don't." I say with a wink. Rubbing my footpaw up under the table I feel exactly what I expect. A huge throbbing doggy dick in tight slacks.

So yeah that was how I started dating an ugly fuck. Best fucking decision of my life.