Ah, the beloved Wedding Day, a day everyone thinks about at least once in a while. It is so oddly a momentous event. A marker in one’s life that symbolizes the eternal commitment between lovers.

Every culture has a ceremony, a tradition to live by. Whether it be stomping on glass, or the bride’s family presenting a dowry, travelling by boat to meet the groom. There’s always something special that signifies the connection between mates that cements the years ahead. It’s almost like that moment solidifies the foundations of two souls, connecting them and allowing for them to build a life with one another. With husband and wife growing in the same direction, intertwined with one another for the rest of their lives.

It is here where we begin our tale, on the eve of two lovers that took the plunge together. The night has onset and the stars are out. The wedding reception is over and all the gifts have been sent to their new home, now all that’s left is that special moment where they cross the threshold…

Scotty was a little romantic at heart, he adored weddings, and ever since he was a pup he’d always dreamed of getting married and having a family. Today was the culmination of all his hopes and dreams. “Miranda..” He smiled to his beautiful lapine wife. He gently thumbed his digits over the tops of her paws, just gazing into the bright green eyes of that blushing bunny. “Are you ready..?” He smiled down to her as they stood outside of the hotel suite they were to spend their first night as husband and wife before travelling around the globe.

“Oh Scott..” Miranda smiled, gently lifting her fingertips to caress along his cheek as he slowly pushed the door to their honeymoon sweet open.

THWACK

The Dalmatian awoke after a brief unexpected nap hearing the creaking sound of what had to be an unstable bed. “What.. what happened?” He muttered to himself as he tried to climb from the ground. “Mirand-AH!” He yelped, a metallic chain with thick links keeping him pinned to the floor. However from the corner of his eyes he thought he saw his beloved bride.

“Miranda?” He called out, crawling forwards to the bed just barely able to see his best friend, and Best Man of the wedding, Pheeze who caught his gaze.

“Oh look sweetie, he woke up..” The shape between Pheeze’s crotch suddenly made sense to him, his wife on her knees and fully bent over, her head bobbing up and down. Smmp!

“So good!” She moaned lustily up to Pheeze, not even paying attention to his words as she bent her head over again sucking on his glistening ebony cock. Shlpp! Smph! Shlllp plp plp plp! Bobbing her head, twirling her tongue over his dick!

Scotty stared in utter horror. “Sorry Scotty-bro, sometimes she gets so enamored with my dick it’s hard to get her to think about something else.” Pheeze chuckled before pulling her head back. “Babe! Look who finally woke up!” Pheeze pulled his dick back, making Miranda slowly turn her head.

“M.. Miranda!” Scotty called out, his heart almost breaking in his voice. “How could you? Why!?” He cupped his palm over his muzzle tears welling up in his eyes.

“I’m sorry you had to find out this way.. it really couldn’t have been more obvious.” She said with a mock sympathy, slowly lowering her head and licking her tongue against Pheeze’s balls, tasting his tangy salty flavor with her tongue. Moaning in pure pleasure at how delicious that otter-shep’s dick tasted! “Mmm, we can still be together though!” She cooed sweetly over to him, partially distracted by that musk-laden dick.

“I won’t mind that too much, I mean, it’ll be in name only.” Pheeze spoke as if he was just talking business, caressing Miranda’s body with his webbed fingertips before whistling at her. Like a trained puppydog the lapine immediately got up and bent herself over on the bedsheets. “Stay girl.” He pat the little bun on her butt before bouncing off the bed with his thick footpaws bracing himself.

The lil’ dalmation stared on in horror, he couldn’t stop his tears of betrayal as Pheeze took a step closer. “C’mon bud, we’re still best friends, just because I’ve been fucking her since the day after I met her doesn’t mean I love you any less.”

“You sick bastard! You were my best friend!” Scotty shouted up to Pheeze, his entire body shaking with the rushing emotions that burst through his veins, raising the fur on the back of his neck. “How could you?!”

“Scotty, seriously. You’re a whiny little beta bitch, you’re a girl’s best friend. Not her lover.” He slowly squatted down, resting on his footpaws to be a little more eye level with him. “Every day I was done with her, I’d send her home after cumming a load in her mouth. And what would you do?” Pheeze smirked. “You’d kiss her.” Scotty’s mouth dropped.

“No..”

“Yep! You’d kiss her and say..” Pheeze cleared his throat, putting on a mocking imitation of Scotty’s voice. “Miranda my beloved, how sweet you taste today!” Pheeze smirked counting the ways on his fingertips. “Every time she’d visit you, coming home from getting groceries, out late at work, stopping by to bring you lunch at the office…”

The Dalmatian shook his head, covering his eyes with his palms. “No no no no no no no! NO!” His body trembling, shaking as he tried to forget every time Miranda had kissed him after coming to visit him.

“The front lawn!” He chuckled, recounting all the fun they’d had. “Oh and on your birthday, she got really into eating out my ass. Not my idea, she said she got it from you, still, mm, her tongue licking my taint.” He gave a deep exhale.

It was all too much for him, his eyes widening as that bastard recounted every moment of debauchery. “Why are you telling me this?! Why couldn’t you just break up with me?!” Scotty shouted out to Miranda who was too busy watching with a hungry grin.

“My favorite one was ‘Church’, every Sunday she said she was at Church, she didn’t go, but.. still she was on her knees.” Pheeze chuckled happily, reaching his hand out and gently petting his palm along his cheek.

That poor dalmation starting to curl up into himself, grabbing at his ears with his hands shaking his head back and forth. “This isn’t happening, it’s a bad dream, this isn’t real..”

“Shh, it’s all right buddy! You’re going to make a great bitch for our family. I promise. I might even let you have your own little pup with her in a few years.” He chuckled, reaching out and gently tipping Scotty’s chin upwards. “Chin up, really. You’ll get used to it.”

“Used to it..? This?! I’m never getting used to it! Miranda I’m leaving you!” Scotty shouted up to the giggling lapine only now noticing that Pheeze was standing right in front of him his slick wet dick hard and glistening with pre-cum.

“You’re not leaving anyone, it’s no fun without you. But now that you know, you might as well be useful.” That happy little smile was instantly replaced by a lustful grin, reaching out with his palm and squeezing Scotty’s nostrils shut.

Scotty stared up to Pheeze suddenly realizing what was happening, he needed to breathe. “Okay Hold OAWHMPH!” He was suddenly muffled by a sudden thrust of Pheezes hips, that thick cock gagging the smaller male with the salty sweet taste of musky cock that Miranda had grown addicted to.

“Sh shh shhh.. We’re gonna go real slow, I promise, today is just getting you used to the taste.” Pheeze groaned as he held the back of Scotty’s head. Looking down watching the pouty blue eyes stare up to him. “If you bite, you’ll regret it..” Pheeze warned, gently petting his fingertips over Scotty’s head. Dogs liked that right? Being petted? Oh well. Pheeze just held still, letting the saliva soak into his dick activating that musky salty flavor that was pouring over Scotty’s tongue.

“Hmph! You weren’t that gentle with me the first time!” Miranda huffed down from her little spot on the bed, trying her hardest to just watch and not enjoy the show. Her juices spilling down her thighs soaking that already puffy wet pussy with her need.

“You started out begging for it.” Pheeze smirked as he continued to pet Scotty’s ears, gently moving his hips back and forth, letting the dick glide across his tongue, really making the soon to be obedient dog taste the dick that had been stuffing his girlfriend. “He doesn’t know it yet, but soon, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day, he’s going to be a cock hungry slut just like you.” Pheeze looked down with prideful eyes. “He’ll be begging to be stuffed by my cock, just like you, and I’ll be so lucky to have a best friend like him.”

Scotty’s eyes teared up, not from the fact that he was literally gagging on another man’s cock. His head slowly pushing back and forth against Pheeze’s dick, sopping wet dog drool on the shaft. No, that’s not what bothered him, what bothered the poor little dog was the fact he was getting HARD from it! His dick started to poke through his sheath, spilling pre-cum from the tip as he stared up at Pheeze. His best friend, the one that had been fucking his girlfriend, yet it felt okay, as the otter-shep’s palm guided his head back and forth on that stone-hard dick.

“Mmm, that’s a good boy. Such a good boy.” Pheeze groaned in lustful pleasure, just listening to the sllp sounds of his best friend gurgling on his dick. “Who’s a good boy? Who is? Who’s my good boy?” Pheeze grunted slowly pushing his best friend’s face further on his cock, pushing his hips up a little so the tip started to push at the back of Scotty’s throat.

Miranda loved watching him gag on that musky charcoal cock. Giggling sweetly as she dangled her digits toward him. “You’ll get used to it, Pheeze LOVES deep throating!”

Poor pup, trying his best to pull back but Pheeze was just enjoying the warm wet flesh of his mouth tunnel too much, sinking himself into Scotty’s throat. “Hngh, yeah just a bit more!” Pheeze grunted, pushing his spotted face until his nostrils hilted against the otter-shep’s crotch. His eyes widening as he got a full on whiff of that pungent musky scent. Almost gagging from how heavy it was! Pheeze huffed, seething even until Miranda coughed.

“HEY! Pheeze! Don’t fucking empty a load in him! It’s MY night!” Miranda was fuming, how dare her cuck try to steal a load of cum from her on her honeymoon night. “Dammit Pheeze!”

Pheeze stopped, his ears folding back as he pulled himself back, leaving Scotty’s mouth gaping. Panting for air with a soppy wet smear of pre-cum and drool rounding his lips. “Sorry buddy, but the missus is calling.” He smirked before leaning in, kissing his cock against the side of Scotty’s face who was just sitting there, stunned.

“Finally!” Miranda huffed, she couldn’t believe what she had to put up with. “You better not have spoiled your appetite with him.” The gray furred bun wiggled her hips slowly lifting that fluffy tail, shaking her luscious perfect ass back and forth in front of Pheeze’s face. Wiggling it, taunting him with that delectable pussy.

“Trust me love, I’ll give you a good rutting.” Pheeze had been longing for this day for so long, to finally fuck his perfect little bride. His body absolutely loomed over her body as he reached over, grabbing that rounded ass in his palm, curling his black clawtips into her skin as he positioned himself.

That pointed cocktip gave a little probing poke forwards, gliding his dick firmly against her snatch letting it smooth itself forwards, bathing in the juices of her pussy before pulling back. Pressing against her slit and giving a small thrust forwards, the cocktip poking forwards and into that tight warm snatch. “Hnh!” Pheeze groaned out at just how TIGHT she was. “Ohfuck! Yessss.. I’ve needed this!” He grunted down to the little bride, pinning her back into the bed with his palm as he just sunk himself inside. Shlllthp!

“Ouah!” Miranda cried out. “It’s so much bigger than that pathetic little dog dick I had to put up with all week!” The lapine cried out, her mouth gaping for air as he plunged inside of her body, filling her up, stretching her tight walls around his dick. His hips pushing deep until his tip tapped against her cervix, his cock throbbing, pulsing against her walls. “Muhhyiss!”

She was wet, that was good enough for that brutish ottershep. He’d been nice enough to let her watch him abuse her weak willed cuck. “You have no idea what you’re missing…” Pheeze growled as he slipped himself inside again, a little slower this time. “Her pussy is just so tight” He hissed as he let his dick feed itself into her body, pushing against her cervix once more.

Miranda panted for air, her tongue falling from her lips as he slowly pumped inside of her body sliding the pointed cocktip along the rivulets of her pussy feeling every little ridge of her snatch as he stretched her body around him. “Mnf~ Yeah, there we go..” He grunted, she was finally relaxed enough for him to get a good rut going.

That’s exactly what he did, right before Scotty’s watching crying eyes, his hips began to pump back and forth inside of her body. Each loud clap of hips smashing his dick into her pussy, making her wail out in pleasure. Scotty couldn’t help it if he was throbbing hard right now. He could still taste that bitter tart flavor of Pheeze’s dick in his mouth.

Was it true? Did he really know all along? Kissing Miranda with Pheeze’s hot load of cum on his breath. He tried so hard to deny what Pheeze had said but the proof lay in the fact that his blue eyes stared on as that otter crammed his fat cock in Miranda’s tight snatch. He couldn’t look away, and at the same time his palm found itself slowly tugging on his slick canine dick. The shame he felt only exaggerating the pleasure he felt as he started to stroke himself.

His spotted digits stroking along his shaft, rapidly stroking at his lubed up dogcock in perfect rhythm to Pheezes thrusts. That rapid mutt just pounding away, stuffing that pussy that he had once been inside of, however he was more jealous that it was his girl.. taking every inch of that dick. His breathing was labored as he couldn’t stop himself from imagining being on all fours. A little skirt, high heels and feeling Pheeze thrust into his tight little doggypucker. “Ph.. pheezeyoubastard..” He whimpered as his dick began to throb.

Pheeze couldn’t have cared less about Scotty’s words, but he took a little bit of pleasure in being called a bastard! The Wife Fucker n’ Bastard Maker was a title he took great pride in. His hips bounced against Miranda’s asscheeks, grunting with every thrust making sure to put on a bit of a show for that pathetic pup. “Can you feel it?” Pheeze groaned down to that sexy little bun. “That’s my knot bitch, and it’s the last one that you’ll be able to enjoy!”

Miranda clutched at the bedsheets, her toes curling as her body started to shudder and twitch. “Hhfff Fucking! Yah! Knot me Pheeze! Breed me!” She begged! She’d wanted that knot from the start, every night begging for him to pop that inside of her body. But every time he’d pull out and cum along her body ‘Not till Marriage’ he’d always say. But now, now she was finally ready!

Months of training this bun-bitch to be the perfect little slut was finally going to pay off for him, his jack-hammering hips pounding against her body, kissing her pussy lips with his knot. Making sure she was just right..

SshshlTHP!

Miranda’s eyes shut tight! Pheeze groaned out. His cock twitched and the entirety of Miranda’s body began to jolt and shudder. “Breed meeee~!” She begged, her voice raising a pitch as she cried out with pure pleasure coursing through her skin.

Pheeze’s cock was going to do precisely that. His dick twitching, spasming inside of her as his body tensed and tightened, that squeezing pussy flesh grasping his knot let him unload his cum deep inside. “Rrrrnrr!” A strong gusher of jizz spearing directly against her cervix and splashing at her insides, letting her feel that hot creamy ropes of ottercum start to seep its way into her womb. Pheeze was silent, except for the guttural groans that escaped from his growling maw.

His cum continued to sputter out hot frothy ropes of mutt essence deep into her body, that fertile seed bound to fill her tummy with a litter at the very least. Still, he grumbled down against his prey, knotted, tied to him as he collapsed on top of his bitch. Squishing her underneath his musky sweaty frame and holding her close. “Mmm.. “ He groaned as he held onto the cute little bunny bitch.

A few minutes later Pheeze would finally sigh, giving a little exhale as he reached out. Grabbing at a small remote. “Scotty.” Pheeze gave a little whistle.

Scotty was panting, his palm and his dick covered in his own mess of Dalmatian jizz, his eyes looking up to Pheeze. His will broken, his eyes lost in helplessness.

Pheeze pressed a button, the magnetic lock that kept the chain links on his collar falling to the wayside. At the same time Pheeze pulled away from the exhausted panting bitch, his dick giving a loud sssTHOP! as his knot popped free. “Come over and clean me off won’t you?” Pheeze gave another whistle, his lips curling into a sneer.

One bitch broken, it was time to train the next one.