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"What's taking so long..."

The large white furred stallion grunted, his hand firmly gripping his phone, his eyes rolling as he read over his boyfriend's last text simply saying 'Gettin dressed bae be there soon.'

I mean, it's not like Bale hated Jacob in any way, the horse had fallen for him a full year ago, and fallen hard, it's just the mild age difference of the thirty two year old equine and the twenty two year old brown otter that brings with it a mild cultural difference, Bale enjoys classic rock, Jacob is a fan of ska, Bale likes a hard day's labor, Jacob prefers smoking a bowl and kicking back, but the odd couple worked, short of Jacob's lack of punctuality.

Bale let out a disheartened snort and tucked his phone into the pocket of his jacket, stretching as he did, looking at the front gates of the Huckborough county fair, the smell of funnel cake and gasoline in the air, just how he liked it. "Move outta this shitty fuckin' town." He quoted his boyfriend's prior complaints, sighing as he finished his self conversation "Yeah right..."

Finally the otter arrived, his windows down, his long hair draped over his marijuana scented shirt, music blaring from the nearly blown speakers, as he turned the engine off and exited his older hatchback car, as the door shut Bale's head perked up, his demeanor going from annoyed to amorous upon seeing his man walking toward him.

"Yo baby, sorry just got a bit sidetracked." Jacob said, leaning up to kiss Bale's accepting lips, he simply smiled and returned the kiss, shrugging his shoulders as he did. "It ain't a big deal, just try texting me about your...delays" he said, sniffing deeply knowing well that his silly otter had been distracted by his bowl, once again.

Like was said, Bale loved his otter, deeply, it was some form of electric binding between the pair, but it was just the little differences, not that big of a deal, it's only been a year, he's just growing up still, but god he's the one, Bale knew it, Jacob knew it, they knew it. And he'd be damned if his otter was dismissed just over being a stoner!

The pair, hand in hand, walked through the gates, a motley crew that usually garnered raised eyebrows and scoffs, especially given the homophobic norms of the rural town, but Bale was six foot nine, armed most times, and not afraid to defend his less physically capable twink otter in any way, his loyalty matched by his love. The attendant at the booth put a wristband around both of their arms as they handed the two a map of the fair's attractions.

"What do we got, what do we got?" Bale asked his mate, his hand firmly gripped onto Jacob's smaller one, the otter brushed his hair back with his free, disinterested hand. "A bunch of country bumpkin Brokeback bullshit, ya know, your jam." Jacob said with his tongue sticking out at the end of his joking statement. "Well you know, you didn't need to come..." Bale said, sighing as he put the map down and turned his gaze instead to his love's eyes. "I know, I know, but I really wanted to..." Jacob said, smiling warmly, matching the gaze.

The two wandered aimlessly around the bustling fairgrounds, carnies hollaring out for them to come and play a game, toss a ball, all the usual attempts at convincing them to lose their money and smile while taking it. Jacob, however, was a bit distracted by his own phone, absorbed in text messages with a friend, a friend Bale didn't know existed, and a friend who he planned to meet at this very fair, all according to plan.

"Bathroom west side near fire trucks" The text shown to Jacob's eye, and with a quick glance to be sure Bale was not noticing of his reply, "Yeah, gimme like 10..." his soft digit typed in one hand, his mate's hand gripped in the other. "A tractor pull, ain't got shit on a good old fashioned horse's strength but sounds fun eh baby?" Bale asked, looking to Jacob, who quickly locked his phone and tucked it down into his jeans pocket. "Oh uh, yeah, I guess." He said, halfheartedly. "Is something wrong?" Bale asked, his right brow raised as he stopped walking toward the makeshift venue where the revving of tractor engines could be heard, and worse yet to Jacob, smelled.

"Of course babe, I just have to find a potty before the farming equipment does what it does." Jacob said, brushing his long hair back over his ear, knowing Bale loved that, but also knowing it was a keen distraction. "Ah, alright, I'll go snag us a bench, be safe." Bale replied, letting go of his hand, Jacob mentally cheering at the release of his mate. "I always am, sides, I'll only be like 10 minutes babe." The otter twink said, cutely waving his equine mate goodbye as he turned and walked toward the restrooms.

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As Bale sat down and listened to the showman bark out to the seated crowd, his attention went to the varying aged tractors which were about to compete in pulling various logs, bricks, and ironically, bales. Meanwhile, Jacob was enjoying a competition as well, one started a few weeks ago by his friend Victor, a strapping, handsome Bear he had met at a hookah lounge. "Uggh, f- fuck me already, please baby!" Jacob moaned out, looking back at the bear behind him, his pants down around his dainty ankles, his tongue hanging out in anticipation.

The competition was easy, who's better?, and hands down, Victor, he was the best Jacob had ever had!, his thick ten inches of Russian ursine cock may not have the length or thickness of Bale's, but the way it throbbed, the way it squirted, the shape of every adulterous inch was just, perfect, and the fact the bear got off on nailing guys in relationships made it that much easier to assure the 'competition' would stay nice and secret. "You are such a needy little whore, get ready..." Victor said, grinning as he wet his lips and spit down onto his exposed bearhood, growling in his throat as he smeared the tip around the otter's tight claimed pucker.

"H Hurry! pl pleas- AHHH" Jacob started, interrupted by the feeling of his hole being entered roughly by half of Victor's white hot erection in one singular saliva lubed thrust, followed by another, deeper, bottoming out in the otter boy as they both enjoyed most. Fuck foreplay, who has time for that, maybe when the otter's with his stupid boyfriend, but when it's Victor's cock, he needs it deep, fast, and best of all, raw.

"You are so fucking tight, he must never touch you." Victor announced, his black furred hips pushing roughly in frantic slams against the claimed otter's rump, his cock burying and bare inside it, his growls increasing in volume. "Aaahnnn, n not lately, I s save it for you baby aahhh~" Jacob replied, his long tail whipping upward over the Bear's shoulder, his own smaller otter shaft pulsing hands free to each thrust. "Mmmff just how I like it, bitch." Victor growled into the otter's ear, giving his soft ass a nice hard slap, making him moan out.

This affair had started as just a little handjob under a blanket at the hookah lounge, then head in the back seat of Jacob's car, then a nice fucking session a few nights later while Bale worked overtime, and now the risk had pushed them both so far, they would fuck in riskier and riskier situations, even a public restroom stall at a fairgrounds for example. "I'm g getting close baby ahh god yes don't stop!" Jacob begged, his webbed hands both planted firmly on the wall, but the perfect raw thrusts of the bear's cock head hitting his sweet spot was bringing him closer, the bear growled out loudly and squeezed onto the otter's tail like it was his lifeline, his head arching back.

"That's right, you fucking cum for me, cheating slut!" Victor growled loudly, his thrusts increasing until he was plowing mercilessly into his mated friend, his cock swelling and throbbing, pre streaming into the otter's hole like a faucet. "I'm nuttin!" Jacob whined out cutely, his fingers clawing into the tiled wall as his own violently pulsing cock began to spurt, his cum spraying onto the toilet beneath him and onto the floor at the feet of the adulterous duo. "Yeah, yeah, YEAH!" Victor roared louder than before, slamming his boot down on the ground as he gave one final, violent thrust into the taken otter's tight welcoming hole, his cock erupting a pent up total of fourteen spurts of seed deeply into him.

The two panted and moaned, growls and squeaks of pleasure leaving both of their mouths, as they realized what they had just done, and how lucky they had gotten that no random furs had walked in and noticed or heard their activity. "W wow...always wanted to get dicked down in public..." Jacob said weakly, lighting a cigarette, keeping his forbidden lover inside his tightly clenched hole as he did. "It is not my first time, nor will it be my last." Victor said with a coy grin, rubbing his large bear hands over the Twink's back, his growls now just a low rumble. They would have stayed inside that stall, with Victor inside of Jacob for hours, if a sudden saxophone solo ringtone didn't jar them from the afterglow.

"Y yeah babe?" Jacob answered his phone, looking back at the bear, knowing this could be the time Victor said hello, loudly, or even more subtly by thrusting one more time, he stayed silent however, simply smiling as the otter spoke to his boyfriend with his cock balls deep inside him, softening and leaking. "The show's about to start, you alright?" Bale asked through the phone, Jacob licking his lips at the bear. "Yeah, I'm feeling much much better babe, just wiping up now." Jacob replied, reaching his hand back to his abused hole, wiping some of the leaking cum onto it, winking at Victor and sliding his tongue over the cum soaked fingers.

The two made out for a while, deep passionate tongue sharing as Victor pulled out, and Jacob finished his oral cleanup, leaning in and slurping every drop he could find off of Victor's flaccid cock, giggling cutely as he did. "When you finally decide to break him off, I await." Victor said, in that beautiful Russian accent that drew Jacob to him to begin with. "What fun would that be...?" The Otter replied, his smile staying wide as he buckled his belt. "Fair enough." The bear replied, not wanting the affair aspect of their bond to end any more than Jacob did.

As Jacob exited the restrooms, and Victor followed behind, they simply nodded at each other and walked in separate directions. "There you are!" Bale said happily, waving his Otter down, Jacob smiling as he walked wobbily to him. "Ooooh, god, babe, never eat fair food." Jacob said as he sat down and whimpered, covering up his pleasure as if it were pain. "I coulda told ya that, silly." Bale replied, wrapping an arm around his mate's shoulders.

The funniest thing to Jacob was that while the two were sitting there watching the tractors revving furiously and loudly, and the remaining bear semen deep inside him soaked in, Bale had never realized for a second, he totally missed a large stain of his otter cum right on his pant leg.