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How many days had it been? Surely she wouldn't make him wait another, would she? The cream-colored Dingo huffed to himself as he sat at his kitchen table, each passing second making him just a little bit more impatient than the last. Clawed digits drummed lazily against the wood as he propped himself up lazily with a single paw. He'd even done himself up all fancy, just for her. The dingo was certainly a handsome one; there was no denying that fact. He almost oozed an aura of confidence, which could easily be discerned by the cocky grin that often adorned his muzzle. Even the way he sat at the table, despite his obviously irritated demeanor, spoke of his character. He dressed in a simple pair of khaki shorts, and an unbuttoned plaid shirt that showed off his recently groomed coat quite nicely. He puffed his chest out as best he could in his current position, showing off that cute little tuft of chest fluff that he knew his girlfriend adored so much. Basically, he was doing everything he could to entice her. After all, it had been roughly three days now since she'd gotten intimate with him at all - usually blaming that on the fact that they'd both been busy, or that they'd run out of condoms. Being a Dingo, and a particularly impatient one at that, he couldn't sit idly for much longer.

"Sweetheart, you're killing me here..." His tone was practically oozing playfulness, but there was that hint of urgency that showed his need. The Dingo craned his neck ever so slightly at the sound of footsteps in the living room, getting an eyeful of the object of his desire as soon as she made her way into the kitchen. Her name was Sasha, a tigress that he'd met around a year prior to their moving in together. It was love at first sight, the poor Dingo no match for her charms. After a few weeks of wining and dining, they decided to move in together without hesitation. And he was just as weak to her seduction now as he was then. As she sauntered into the kitchen, he couldn't help but smirk - his tail wagging with a mind of its own. He wasn't one for subtlety. Sasha was a good bit shorter than the Dingo, slim and athletic with a saucy attitude that almost rivaled his own. That's what he loved about her, the fact that she could stand toe-to-toe with his ego. The tigress hadn't changed out of her pajamas, the tight fabric hugging all the right parts of her lithe frame. "Bening... " She purred his name, finally approaching the Dingo and setting down the mug of coffee she'd be sipping on.

"I told you already, we- nnngh!" She was cut off by a paw wrapping around her waist, pulling the smaller creature into the Dingo's lap. He pressed close, scooting the chair away from the table enough so he could maneuver her into a position to straddle him. Paws came to clasp her firm backside, digits kneading the doughy flesh through the thin fabric of her pajama bottoms. "I know, but we're not busy now, are we?" Bening winked, watching his girlfriend's face contort as she chewed on her lower lip. His paws traced over the fine curves of her body, bunching up the bottom of her top as he slipped a paw along her back, running his digits through the soft fur. He massaged her playfully, leaning in close enough to nip at her throat while he worked her body, all while grinding himself against her with a desire that needed to be taken care of. However, the tigress struggled, placing her paws on his shoulders and pulling away half-heartedly. "That's not what I... I..." She panted out, unable to finish her statement as the Dingo continued his assault. Those devious paws of his left no part of her body unexplored, dipping into her pajama bottoms to tease at her backside with no obstructions.

He used her body against itself, gripping her firmly to roll her hips into his own; all while leaning back to watch her squirm. That devious grin crossed the Dingo's features again, peering down to the bulge in his shorts. "You're really going to say no again, hm?" He smirked, giving emphasis to his statement by grinding a little bit harder against her, letting the tigress feel his lust this time, instead of just hearing it. Moments passed that seemed like an eternity; the poor girl's will being tested with every grope and press. "...Bening. We have... no condoms." Sasha sighed deeply, regaining her composure enough to grip at his shoulders to push away again. The Dingo cocked his head a bit as his grin dissipated. "That hasn't stopped us before." As he spoke, he slowly began to relinquish his hold on her body. His paws slipped free from her pajama bottoms as she leaned back a bit, though she continued to straddle him. "Well, it's stopping us now." Bening didn't know what had gotten into her recently. She was acting... different. It wasn't like this in the past, no... not at all. In fact, the Dingo barely needed to utter a word before she'd be all over him. True, they'd only known each other for roughly a year... but it seemed like she couldn't get enough of him.

That seemed to be changing, though. With every passing day, the tigress distanced herself from the Dingo. It started off small, but grew and grew into something more noticeable. Perhaps it was just a phase. At least, that's what Bening thought. "Fine... fine. You win." He slipped the female off of his lap carefully and steadied her, as she still wobbled slightly from the affections he had previously given. With a huff, he peered down at her... and she peered back up. There was an awkward moment of silence before he shook his head and snatched her coffee mug, taking a healthy swig before wandering over to the counter. "What's the deal, babe? Don't think I haven't noticed. You used to be all over me." Bening grumbled, leaning back on the counter as he idly slurped at the coffee. "Don't think of it like that, Dingo. You know I adore you. I just think we should be a little more... careful?" Sasha smiled, trying her best to straighten out the ruffled fur and disheveled clothing from her boyfriend's wandering paws. "Besides, your friend is stopping by in about an hour... did you already forget?" No, he hadn't forgotten. In fact, he was half planning on having the Otter walk in on them while they were fucking.

Truth be told, they weren't really friends at all. More like... acquaintances. And perhaps the Dingo had constantly bragged to him about the fine catch of a Tigress he'd found. In his group of friends, it was a well-known fact that Bening wasn't the type to stick to one person. The Dingo was... well, let's just say he liked to lay his claim more often than not. And he was certainly vocal about that - particularly with this Otter. His name was Zen, and the two males developed a rival-like relationship that dragged on for years. They'd share stories with one another about who they'd seduced, constantly trying to out-do the other. Unfortunately for the Dingo, it wasn't the best idea to continue his ways while he was in a relationship. It was even more unfortunate for him to relay this information to the Otter in hopes of besting him again. For you see, this was the one break that the Otter was waiting for. Sasha's actions hadn't been a coincidence. The Dingo's ego had been his downfall, sharing all sorts of details about his infidelity with the Otter - who then in turn shared all of these details with Sasha.

"No, I didn't forget. He's just dropping something off anyways. It'll be five minutes, tops." Another gulp and the Dingo finished off the coffee before setting the mug down on the counter. "C'mon. It'd be quick... You know you want me." With that, the Dingo puffed out his chest and offered a sly wink to his mate, who giggled a bit before sliding up close... running her digits through his chest fluff and leaning on him briefly. "Hm... I suppose I can help you out." Bening's eyes lit up as Sasha peered up at him for a moment, snuggling into his chest before speaking once more. "But you need to go buy condoms. End of story." She said quite bluntly, accenting the statement with a flick of her tail to his nose.

His ears drooped a bit, but it was better than nothing, right? The Dingo leaned down enough to nip at her briefly before pushing her away gently and grabbing his car keys off the counter. "You know I don't like making special trips into town, right? Traffic is going to be terrible. " He started to make his way to the door, hoping she would change her mind and just pounce him right then and there. She didn't. In fact, Sasha had something completely different in mind. "You'd best hurry, then, Dingo." She smirked, offering her mate a little wave as he growled slightly. "Alright... let me call Zen quickly so he doesn't waste a trip." Feeling a bit uneasy, he reached into his pocket for his phone... he knew what kind of Otter he was, and didn't want him alone with his mate. "Don't worry; I'll take care of him. He should already be on his way - I'll just send him off and let him know you'll be here tomorrow morning." With a defeated nod, Bening made his way outside to leave. At least he'd finally be able to relieve some stress when he got back, right? Little did the Dingo know, he was going to get a taste of his own medicine in the worst possible way.

~~~

It was roughly noon when the Dingo had finished running errands. He figured it would be a good time to pick up other essentials while he was out, in addition to the condoms. It had been a couple of hours since he left, but it was still early. That also didn't stop him from talking up every cute girl he bumped into along the way - even pocketing a couple of phone numbers for later. One particularly cute Fox even slipped him a kiss when her boss wasn't looking; promising him more if he picked her up after her shift was over. It was safe to say that the Dingo's ego had gotten the best of him, that cocky grin plastered to his muzzle all morning as he shopped. He had just picked up the condoms and was ready to head back home, reaching into his pocket to grab his phone. He wanted to see if Sasha needed anything before he finished up. He leaned lazily on the counter in the gas station, giving wayward glances to the cute little Fox girl who was eyeing him up. Bening winked at her as he held the phone to his ear, waiting for Sasha to pick up. After three rings, she did... and the sound that greeted the Dingo hitched his breath.

It sounded like she was in pain, her voice catching on itself as she panted out into the speaker. With a breathless groan, Sasha answered. "H-hello..? Bening..?" Those words sounded labored, like she was struggling to utter them. Obviously worried, the Dingo turned from the Fox girl and lowered his voice, that cocky grin of his fading into a more worried expression. "What the hell is going on? Are you alright?" The sounds didn't stop, even while he was talking. Little squeaks here and there accented her heavy breathing, it certainly wasn't normal. "O-oh... of course, D-dingo. I'm just... doing a bit of exercise. Y-you were taking longer, so... yeah.." She was practically panting into the phone at this point. His brow quirked ever so slightly, but it made sense. She liked to keep in shape, after all. "Ah... alright. Well, I was just wondering if you wanted me to pick up anything else before I came home."

The sounds grew more frequent, and Bening swore he could hear something else... a grunting that didn't seem to come from his mate. No, it was much deeper. "Y-yes, get me some.. takeout.. or something..." The Tigress seemed to trail off before finishing, letting her little moans speak for themselves. At one point it even sounded like she dropped her phone briefly, letting the Dingo hear everything. He could hear the way she squeaked and panted, a familiar noise that he was all too used to. He could also hear someone else. There was no way. She wouldn't... no. Not with him. "I'm coming home right now; I'll see you in a few." Bening was still speaking very quietly, his composure shattered for the time being. There was no way Sasha was cheating on him. But the evidence seemed to be right there in front of his nose. "No! Don't.. I mean... Please, I... " She ended that with a high-pitched cry before quickly hanging up on the Dingo, letting him sit there with that chain of events hanging over him. She was just exercising, right? That's what he told himself. The Dingo just stared at the phone in his paw, his heart throbbing in his chest. She couldn't be fucking around behind his back.

With a shaky grip, the Dingo stuffed his phone back into his pocket and fumbled around for his car keys. He was obviously shaken. The young Fox cocked her head and grinned behind the counter, propping her chin on a paw as she peered at Bening. "Mm, what's the matter, hon? I told you I get off in a couple hours.." She giggled, giving her hips a little waggle for him. "I know, babe.. I uh.. I gotta take care of something. I'll see you around, yeah?" He pushed himself out of the gas station with a determined stride, much to the dismay of the girl working the counter. She gave a little pout, noticing that he hadn't even taken her phone number. The little slip of paper sat there on the counter, it was certainly the last thing on the Dingo's mind.

~~~

It didn't take long for him to get home. He'd obviously gone against his mate's wishes of staying out longer. As he pulled into the driveway of his home, his heart skipped a beat. Right there in front of his house was another car. Zen's car. Surely it had to be coincidence. It absolutely had to be a coincidence. The Otter was supposed to stop by earlier in the morning, but.. maybe he was just late. Maybe he'd just gotten here a few minutes ago. It was obvious that the Dingo was trying to make up excuses in his mind as he made his way to the front door. His paw gripped the handle shakily. Did he really want to go in? He grit his teeth at the thought of his mate getting fucked by the very same Otter he'd been competing with for years now. There was no way that could be happening. The Dingo swallowed hard, turning the handle and creeping into his own home. It was deathly quiet. The TV wasn't on, and the lights were all turned off for the most part. He breathed a sigh of relief as he walked into the living room, snickering to himself that he'd even imagined such a thing happening to him. That is, until he heard Sasha cry out again.

It had come from the bedroom. The Dingo's sensitive ears perked up now, picking up the noises coming from his chambers. He could hear Sasha moaning now, and she wasn't hiding it. But that wasn't all. He heard someone else quite clearly as well. It was another male. He couldn't help but pad closer to the bedroom door as quietly as possible. The noises picked up with every step he took, growing in both volume and abundance. The door to his bedroom was cracked ever so slightly, and light poured into the otherwise dark hallway as Bening made his way closer. There was no doubt about it, she was cheating on him... and he was going to bust into that room and put an end to it. However, as the Dingo finally made his way to the door... he peered inside through the crack, unable to stop his morbid curiosity. What he saw nearly caused him to stumble backwards.

Right there on his own bed, his girlfriend was settled on her hands and knees. Well, he could only assume it was his girlfriend. His view was obscured by the tall, lithe Otter that stood behind her at the edge of the bed. He was completely naked, leaving nothing to imagination for the poor Dingo who watched through the crack in the door. The Otter was fairly taller than the Dingo, and his athletic body was wreathed in little circular tattoos and markings that many Otters seemed to adorn themselves with. He was slim, but not skinny. There was obviously muscle beneath all of that slick, smooth looking fur. And it was all on perfect display for the Dingo, every little detail. He could've burst into that room right then and there, he could've stopped them... but.. he couldn't bring himself to do it. He was frozen in place, shocked at the mere thought that this was happening.

And then he saw it. As Zen spread his legs ever so slightly to get a better angle, the Dingo saw what he feared most. That slick, dripping cock was wedged tightly inside of Sasha. The Otter gave a coy little grin as he panted, doing little more than rolling his hips ever so slightly to squeeze more of his fat shaft into her. There were roughly four inches of jet black Otter cock that just wouldn't fit inside of the Dingo's mate, and they were dripping with the cocktail of lewd juices that had formed during the previous hours of rutting. That slick, sticky precum drooled ever so slowly down the Otter's cock before sticking to Sasha's fur, matting it in some delicious-looking mess. "I thought he would've been home by now... think we should take a break until he gets here?" Zen's tone was almost as cocky as Bening's usually was, idly rolling his hips against the Tigress' plush backside. She simply groaned out in response, pressing herself back against the Otter with a desire of her own. There was a wet 'shlick' as their hips met, webbing more of the Otter's pre between them in gooey strands. That was enough of an answer for him.

The Dingo swallowed hard as he watched the Otter pull out of his mate. It was agonizingly slow the way he did it, taking the time to let Sasha feel every inch as his shaft slopped out of her drooling pussy. Bening wasn't sure how long they'd been at it, but by the look of the mess they'd made, he would've guessed it was since the moment he left the house. Finally, the Otter's cock popped free - a few strands of cum laced from the head to her needy hole before snapping, further making a mess of their fur. They didn't waste much time though. The Dingo was still frozen in place as he watched his rival stake his claim. Sasha couldn't help but pant and clutch at the sheets as she felt that sticky cream drool down the inside of her thighs, waiting for the Otter to have his way with her again. She didn't have to wait long, however. Zen gripped the little feline by her hips and swung her into his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed, easily able to manhandle her because of their size difference. No words were spoken, the Otter instead choosing to lay himself back on the bed and rest his paws behind his head. He gave a knowing nod, licking his lips as he admired the Tigress who currently squirmed in his lap.

Bening couldn't really see too much, considering the crack in the door didn't give the best vantage point. The Dingo could certainly see his mate rolling her ass against that Otter's cock, though. It was... perfect, if there was a word to describe it. Zen's jet black meat was a good few inches larger than the Dingo's, and it was curved in such a way that made it look appealing even to Bening. In their current position, the Dingo could see how it glinted ever so slightly in the dim light of the bedroom, completely covered in a slick sheen of juices and cum. White streaks could be seen oozing down the otherwise black shaft, and it didn't help that it was currently wedged between Sasha's asscheeks. She cooed for the Otter, sliding her plump backside against his sizable length. As she adjusted herself into a comfortable straddling position, those little paws of hers came back to rest on either cheek... squeezing them against the Otter's cock and kneading the doughy flesh against it. Even now, Bening watched as the leftover spooge webbed between her cheeks and clung to the cock stuffed through them. Just how much cum could this Otter produce? "Thanks again, I would've never known what Bening was doing behind my back... Mmph, if not for you." Sasha purred out, rolling her body against the Otter's as she spoke.. letting him admire her body as it danced and swayed. "Shh, this is thanks enough, I think.." Zen snickered a bit, rocking his hips up in time with the Tigress, letting that fat Ott cock slip between her asscheeks time and time again. The head would poke out every other push, kissing at her tailbase and leaving it matted with precum as well.

Zen grew tired of the teasing despite how good it felt. He needed more of this female, he needed to claim her for himself... and he was doing a good job of it. All it took was a little push, and Sasha was putty in his paws. The Otter leaned up, propping himself up on his elbows as he watched his new friend roll her hips against his cock. She was gorgeous, and part of him was slightly jealous that the Dingo had gotten to play with her for so long. Well, that jealousy was all but gone at this point, for obvious reasons. Zen just watched as Sasha lifted her hips up, letting his cock slide oh so slowly between her cheeks before it slapped up against his tummy with a lewd 'slop.' At this angle, the poor Dingo got the perfect view of that Ott cock... it visibly twitched and throbbed against his stomach as a bit of spooge pooled in his bellybutton. His slick fur made it hard to see what was matted with his own spunk, but the Dingo could take a few guesses. Just then, as the Tigress had lifted herself over his lap, a single paw came to wrap around the base of his shaft. She smirked, teasingly running a claw ever so gently along his length to show him she still had some bite left. However, it didn't take long for her to start running her paw up and down his length... giving the Dingo such a show. There she was, with her hips poised over his jet black length... her hips wiggling back and forth as her tail flicked here and there. She worked the Otter's cock with determination; lathering it up with their juices... loving the feeling of the sticky wetness as it was worked almost like a lotion into his flesh. She positioned that fat Ott cock right against her moist petals, letting the head wedge snuggly against her folds... toying with him. The excess spunk that dripped down his shaft started to pool around the Otter's balls, which had that same slick fur as the rest of his body, giving them that lewd sheen due to the amount of juices matted into his fur.

The Dingo mumbled to himself, trying desperately to muster up enough will to just bust into the room. He wanted to confront them, he wanted to stop this from happening... but he couldn't. He just kept watching. As each second passed by, this Otter was claiming his territory for his own. If the Dingo waited too long, it would be too late. He closed his eyes, growling just a bit as he thought about his rival... how could he possibly let Zen have this victory? He'd be so ashamed if he walked in right now, he'd be beaten. But he needed to; he needed to stop this Otter before anything else happened. And right at that moment, Bening heard it. He heard that telltale squish, the audible slurp... and his mate's groan of ecstasy. He didn't want to open his eyes, he could still hear it.

As the Dingo cracked open one of his eyes, he witnessed his mate slowly but surely lowering herself onto the Otter's lap. She still had her paw poised on the Ott's shaft, letting it slide through her digits before snugging itself into her pussy. Bening watched it all, he watched as his rival's throbbing length disappeared into his mate before she moaned out in bliss, unable to take any more of his cock as she wiggled her hips on top of him. Like before, there were roughly four inches of Ott shaft that just wouldn't fit... but Sasha made sure to pay attention to every bit of him. As she began to bounce against Zen's lap, the Tigress used her paw to jerk and massage the base of the Otter's cock.. almost as if she were trying to milk the spunk out of him. The feline moved expertly, letting her body talk for her. Zen simply watched, his tongue lolling out of the side of his maw... he watched as she started off slowly, just rolling her hips up and down along his length. Every movement made a lewd shlick as their juices lubed the Otter up nicely. He watched as her breasts jiggled right in front of him, bouncing in rhythm with her movements. He didn't even need to move, simply letting the Tigress please him as she desired. The pace soon increased, and Sasha was bouncing herself along his shaft as her paw milked and massaged the base. His precum oozed and mixed with her arousal, creating a messy sheen that gave his length a nice shiny look. Bening could swear it was glinting in the lamplight, and he could certainly hear every squish as his mate's hips came down.

The Otter was certainly getting into this, he couldn't lay back idly anymore.. not with this female working his cock so skillfully. They'd been at this for a few hours already, but Otters were well-known for their endurance and stamina. Even in this position, Zen was able to roll his hips into Sasha's movements without hindrance. His muscles flexed as his thrusts bounced his balls off of the Tigress' asscheeks, both jiggling in response to the rough fuck that she found herself in. She was in bliss. It was true, the Dingo was well-endowed... and he was a great lay, but this Otter... this Otter had something the Dingo didn't. He could just keep going and going. His flexibility allowed him to do things the Dingo couldn't even dream of. These thoughts ran through not only Sasha's head, but Bening's. At this rate, he'd be no match for the Ott. His mate was being stuffed so full, she was being creamed... the Dingo could literally see their mess drooling down the bit of shaft that peeked out, before Sasha scooped it up, of course... bringing those digits to her tongue for just a little taste. It was now or never, he had to go in... he had to stop them. He had to...

"Ohhh, fuck... Just a bit... more.." The Otter groaned those words out, his voice literally dripping with lust as he collapsed back against the bed, letting his paws come to rest on the Tigress' hips. He craned his long neck back, wincing a bit as his thrusts grew in pace and frequency. With a firm hold on the feline, the Ott let her have it.. pounding away at her pussy with one thing in mind. Bening knew what was going to happen, he could stop this. He just had to walk in... but he didn't. The Ott's shaft visibly twitched when the Dingo could see it. Sasha had her paws on the Otter's shoulders at this point, simply bracing herself as he rutted her. The sounds of their rough fucking drowned everything else out, and it was the only sound ringing in the Dingo's ears. The slapping, the squishing, Sasha's constant squeaking and moaning. He could hear Zen grunting and groaning as he rolled his hips into hers, the lithe creature using every powerful muscle to cram himself into the Dingo's mate. And then, it was too late.

Sasha yowled in bliss as she reached her peak, claws digging into the Otter's shoulders as she twitched atop his frame. He held her steady though, giving a few more thrusts before pulling her down onto his shaft completely. The poor girl tensed up as she felt that Ott cock wedge so snuggly into her. Her mouth opened in silent bliss as she peered down, her vision hazy as she watched Zen squeeze himself inside. The Otter couldn't help himself; his digits kneaded her flesh as he held her there, balls tensing up against his matted fur. He was inside of her, fully. And then she felt it. With a heavy throb, she felt his length twitch inside of her... before a warm sensation flooded her insides. "Fffff... Yes..." The Ott panted out, his tongue still hanging from his maw as that thick, gooey batter painted the Tigress' insides. She could feel it spreading within her, filling her completely. There was no room for the spunk to go, as she was filled with so much cock. After a few seconds, there was an audible noise that signaled a healthy gush of Otter semen that just couldn't stay within. It oozed messily down the tiny bit of shaft that could still be seen, giving that jet black cock a white hue for the time being. It drooled down his balls and pooled on the bed around them. She had been thoroughly claimed by this Otter... right in front of her mate.

Bening couldn't believe what he just saw. The anger welled up inside of him. The jealousy. He let his rival get the better of him, and there he was... his cock stuffed inside of his mate, in his own home. He'd had enough. The Dingo rose from his position on the floor, doing his best to hide the growing bulge that had formed in his shorts. He opened the door, made his way into the room... and began to speak. That is, he would have, if he weren't interrupted by the lewd noise of Ott cock slowly, agonizingly slowly, slipping free of his mate's pussy. Since he now had a perfect view of what was going on, Bening was treated to the sight of Zen's shaft slipping out of his mate firsthand. Inch by inch it was pulled out, every inch being followed by a few new strands of Otter semen that webbed the two together. Their fur was matted, and the Ott's balls were slick with their cocktail. Finally, Zen's length slipped out of the Tigress with an audible slurp. It once again slapped against his stomach cutely as the spooge nearly glued his cock to his own belly. Sasha couldn't even speak, resigning herself to collapse against the Otter in exhaustion as he wrapped his paws around her snuggly. The Dingo could see his mate's backside, absolutely plastered with Otter spunk. She was drooling his mess, drooling right onto his balls as her tail flicked back and forth, completely content with her spent lover.

The Dingo growled to himself, unable to take his eyes off the smug-ass Otter who was laying in his bed. He was grinning, that same cocky grin that Bening usually had. "Oh, hey. Sorry... thought you would've been home earlier. You're welcome to seconds, Dingo."