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The blaze of flame burned bright in the heavens above and cast its gruelling light across the suburban neighborhood. The leaves of various shrubs, trees, and grass were emerald fed by several days of rain. Humid air trapped between the crevice of a backyard garden kept the air dense enough to cut with a knife; it made Larry's body to soak itself in sweat. Back bore the weight of the sun while rough, leather, gloves were filled with verdure pests. A pile of the sprouts had collected between his booted legs that remained anchored tight against the weathered boards of a raised bed. Whiskers flicked while golden eyes inspected the patch of dirt for anything else undesirable and when he found nothing more his face relaxed. Back popped when he stretched his hands to the sky.

"Eeeugh," he bellowed and continued to stretch.

"My wife is jealous of your garden." Kenny's voice appeared.

Larry's pupils dilated, eyes wide as he looked over the top of the wooden fence. He was met with the familiar, chipper, face of a coyote; emerald eyes glowed with a pleased flame.

"Jeeze, living up to the stereotype of being skittish." Kenny said.

The coyote's long snout moved over the wooden fence before his hand reached over. In his thin digits was a cold, brown, bottle whose surface was frosted with fresh condensation.

"You just surprised me is all." Larry grumbled and accepted the offered beer. The cougar couldn't see it but could tell the coyote's tail wagged behind him, "what do we got here?"

"Your favorite, I remember you mentioned it the last time we had a cookout."

"Those ears hear all huh?" Larry said while he flicked off one of the soiled gloves and transferring the bottle to it. While he shook off the other he continued, "thanks for the beer. Hey that reminds me, I still need to get that recipe."

"Oh, which one? Those pulled pork sliders?" Kenny asked with an ear flicked down and slight head tilt. He tucked himself tighter to the fence, "I thought you didn't like pork?"

Larry took a sip of his beer and leaned his side against the fence, gloves dropped at his feet. "Eh I mean, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try it once."

"Ooo a dangerous game you're playing at," Kenny said before he turned to look at his house and scanned the windows. When he turned back to face Larry he said, "you might get a taste for it."

"Small steps Ken, small steps."

"That's fair," Kenny said while he took swig of his own beer.

There was a moment of quiet as both seemed to savor the day and their drink. The coyote's ears flicked and settled while Kenny looked determined. The sun was blocked by a lazy cloud and offered the pair the briefest relief from the heat.

"Oh man, that feels good." Kenny said suddenly. "Wish it could keep going."

"Really? I don't know, after a couple days of just clouds I'm ready for a change of pace."

"I'm ready too." Kenny rumbled, "how is Cheryl doing?"

"Hmm? Oh, she is doing well. Working out, staying in shape, don't know how she does it with her schedule." Larry said with a subtle huff. The fence creaked as their combined weight shifted against it. "Still got that tight body I remember when I married her." Kenny nodded and took another sip of his beer. "It is a little scary, for a mouse, she can push me over with little effort."

"Ha, she knows how to manhandle you?" Kenny said with just the tip of his tongue over black lips.

"Mmm hmm," Larry grunted, "How about Katie? I haven't seen her bouncing around as often."

Kenny snickered, "bouncing around?"

"She has a bubbly personality!" Larry said, cheeks with the subtlest touch of a blush.

"Oh, sure." the coyote said and set his bottle on the fence. His hand gripped the old wood, squeezing and massaging it with his claws. "It is alright, she's got a great body too. Pillows is how she affectionately describes them."

"Hmm, yes, pillows." Larry parroted. "Pretty accurate too, I'd imagine."

"Ya got drool rolling down your chin," the coyote teased, "It's alright, we each got our leashes."

Larry's body shivered when Kenny clinked his wedding band against the beer bottle's surface. The cougar huffed while the coyote remained still against the fence, both enjoying their own thoughts. The sun's light continued to become more shaded as the clouds thickened. Kenny's ears which had laid flatter back perked slightly when he felt a drop of rain hit his snout. But it didn't seem to bother him past a the mild flick. Kenny's body shifted away from the fence before he continued.

"Well perhaps you can have a chance to experience my wife's chest. We are an open couple."

"Tsk, like Cheryl would agree to that." Larry said while his fur raised once again.

Kenny smirked, "never know until you ask."

"Fair, point." Larry said with a deep huff. "God it is going to rain again, it is already hot as it is." Larry huffed.

"Yeah it is! It would be nice if the heat stayed the same." Kenny said before he finished his beer.

"Mmhmm," Larry said and finished his beer as well. " I'd prefer it that way too." Larry took a moment before he looked at Kenny. "Hey, weather permitting I'm gonna be in the shop." Larry swung his hand up and pointed toward the direction of the small shed turned woodshop. Kenny could see the felines's nostrils flare and take in the air around it. "Think you can swing by? I got some questions about that coffee table for y'all." he added before his tongue cleaned the fur of his hand.

Kenny grinned and said,"yeah sure, shouldn't be a problem. Katie and I are gonna be out till around eight, swing by at nine?"

"Sounds perfect." Larry said while he gathered his gloves and wiped his hands on them.

Kenny smiled that coyote grin and began to walk away before he paused and turned to face Larry. His hands were down at his crotch busy zipping up.

"Maybe I'll bring that recipe for pigs in a blanket?"

"Tsh, small steps Ken." the cougar said before his brow raised with uncertainty, "maybe."

"That ain't a no, I'll bring it anyway."

"Thanks for the beer!" Larry said.

Kenny was gone in a flash, a swift retreat as the telltale sound of rain began to rumble around the garden. Each droplet hit the grey wood and deepened the color to nearly black. Larry's golden gaze glanced down along the fence and studied it for a moment before he turned away. A subtle expression of doubt and guilt graced his cheeks when he entered his home. The door closed as the rain began to fall fuller washing away the twin lines of seed that had shot across the fence surface. Two holes eroded by time dribbled with spent cum destined to be washed away like the taboo secret it was.