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"Ah, so the jig is up, so they say," Cody says, standing in his doorway, dressed in a house robe. "I thought the two of you would take longer to figure out. I was double dipping into the bovine wonderland that is the Kine household.

On the bright and sunny morning, Bertha and Bob stand hand-in-hand, the wife carrying a freshly baked pie and the husband a six-pack of beer. Both stare dumbfounded at the coyote, who smirks and steps aside. "Why don't the two of you come inside? Both men here have already, after all."

They follow him, entering into the pragmatic room of a man living on his own, entertaining guests with the simplest, but not drab, furniture and decorated with cases containing various awards and trophies and photographs.

"Didn't expect me to get the jump on you two, did you? Or did you not tell each other that you've been fucking your neighbor?"

"N-no, it's not that!" Bertha finally blurts out. "Well, I'm not sure what to say now."

"Don't you?" Cody asks, sitting on a comfortably cushioned chair. He motions to the loveseat beside him. "I'm sure you can think of something you want to say."

"Why did you do this behind our backs?" Bob asks, pulling his wife down with him. "Why not come to us together and ask if we wanted to be in an open marriage."

Cody shrugs. "It's not fun for me. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Yes!" Bertha blurts out. "It's inconsiderate, disrespectful, and you could have ruined our family."

"Maybe, but I never said I was a nice guy, did I?" He says, resting his cheek upon his knuckles. "All I did was get you to give in to your desires you could never give voice to. Bertha and your desire for motherhood at all costs, Bob," He chuckles. "Well, who could forget that fun excursion of ours?"

Bob grips his knees, trembling.

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Bob slid his mower back into the garage after a long day of cutting the grass, the sweat building up on the bull's body, licking his lips and imagining his wife's lemonade.

But the memory of the fight is too heavy on his heart. "Damn it, pecker. If only you fuckin' worked right."

"Howdy, neighbor!"

Bob jumped back, clutching his chest as he wheeled around to see the grinning coyote hanging out on the fence separating their properties. "Oh no, don't mind me. Keep talking to your dick."

"What do you want?" Bob grunts.

The coyote dangles a six-pack on one finger, raising his eyebrows. "Let's get this neighbor thing started right."

"Eh, why the hell not," Bob shrugs. I'll come right over."

Several cans later, the two sit on the back porch, staring at the stars.

"Beautiful fucking home you have here," Cody says, "Far enough away from the city that the night sky is not a haze, yet civilized enough you don't get ignorant tryhards everywhere."

Bob hiccups. "Ignorant? 'bout what?"

Cody scoffs. "Ugh, back in the middle of ass end nowhere where I come from, people hated me once I came out. Family hated me because I wasn't straight. The local alliance thought me a faker 'cause I'm bi."

"No, no, I'm cool with it. My wife's bi, actually," Bob says.

"No kidding. Well, that's some good news. How do you make it work? Are you ever, you know, jealous of lads and ladies catching her eye?"

Bob frowns, flicking the tab of his last beer. "Sometimes, it can be a little weird, I guess. She's a good wife... but she can be so hard to work with sometimes! Gah, this baby thing. She really wants a kid, and I can't... I can hardly get it up anymore, let alone shoot things that ain't blanks. And then a hot new neighbor moves in."

"It is a curse to be this hot," Cody says, stroking his chest and fluttering his eyes.

"Huh? Oh, no, I didn't mean..."

"It's okay, Bob if you mean things. I won't judge.

Bob sighs, rolling his shoulders. "Sometimes, I see the way some younger guys are now. All are skinny with their bubble butts. Before the accident, I would go to the gym, and some of them would make goo-goo eyes at me, and I'd go into the shower with the biggest chub."

"Something like this?" The coyote says, leaning in, batting his lashes.

Gods, they are so thick, and his eyes sparkle.

"Buh..."

"And their butts, they are like this?" He stands up, spinning around, his hand on his knees, his tail swishing.

"Yeah, they're, uh, kinda like that..."

"You ever wish you'd do anything in the gym? Like a locker room fantasy?"

Bob sips his beer. "Uhh, what do you mean?'

"You know, walk up to one of those twinkly guys, slam his face against the shower wall, and just shove your fat cock right in his bussy?"

"What? N-no. Of course not! That's-"

"Even if he asked?"

Bob sips. "Heh, I don't know if I could now, even if I wanted to. The old cock doesn't work as well as it used to and...."

"Does it?" Cody asks, a smirk spreading over his muzzle.

Bob gulped, having not noticed the tightness that had been forming in his pants. He squeezes the can, denting it, shaking his head. "W... what's."

"You like what you see and what I'm offering, don't you?"

"Well, that's..., it's like, and you are."

"Willing and eager to see what you got, Bob. Or would you rather me call you "Mr. Kine? Bobby? Robert? Daddy?"

"Fuck"

"Oh ho ho."

Bob runs a hand through his messy hair, snorting. "I..."

"Let me see it," Cody whispers. "This broken-ass stupid pecker of yours."

Pausing a moment, the bull stands up and reaches for his belt. "Fine, but only to wipe that smug look off your face, boy!"

"Of course, Bobby dear, wipe it all off."