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The New Neighbors

Ilia had found herself washing out the inside of the sink, while in the other room her mate, William, sat silently on the chair reading the day's paper. He commented on something in it every few minutes, and was making his latest announcement to her as she cleaned. She didn't really listen to him talk, and all she could really hear was about some lucky man who made the grade. She spent most of her time making sure that her tail didn't get closed in the cabinets when she closed them. She started to whistle to herself as she went along in her task, and stopped to look out the window at the street.

"William?" she asked all of a sudden, "It looks like the new neighbors are in today."

"They are? That's good. That damn house has been empty for weeks. It's really nice to finally see someone in there."

"I wonder who they are?" asked Ilia, unable to see the neighbors themselves, but seeing that their car was in the driveway. There were two cars in the driveway, one red, the other black. The lights inside were not on.

"Most likely they just got in all their furniture while we were both away in Essex for the funeral. I really do miss Bill. He was such a nice chap. But he was a religious men, so I suppose he's covered." commented William.

"I do hope they aren't weasels," Ilia said to him as he walked up to the window. "The one's next door are always causing trouble. Not returning mail, not cutting the grass, it's embarrassing to live next to them."

"We can't all be canines, I suppose."

"You know, we should go over there and welcome them into the neighborhood."

Oh, great Scott," William said, "You know I hate going to other people's houses. It's so...awkward. You just sit there and talk about your job and that sort of thing. You can't bring up anything interesting, like sports or hobbies or sex without them asking first because they might get the impression you're in control and..."

"Listen to yourself," she said. "You sound like a nervous wreck. How long has it been since we were mated?"

"About two years."

"Well, you weren't as nervous then."

"Two years ago I was young and naive."

"Right. And now you're young and silly. You always try and find reasons to get out of attending social functions. You're a Shepard, for goodness' sake. Whatever happened to you?"

"Nothing. I just started to like being alone with you more."

"What does that mean?" she asked him.

"Nothing," he answered her. "I'm trying to end this conversation on a cute romantic note."

"Well, I'm not in the mood now." she said with the tone of finality.

"you've been in heat for three days now," William said. "I can't see why you still won't mate."

"Because."

"Because...?"

"What if I get pregnant?"

"That's the idea, dear. We never mate when you're in heat. It's always other times. You can't have kids when you mate out of heat."

"But, can we afford to have a kid?" she asked.

"Yes. I told you yes yesterday. Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. You don't think I want to live here all my life growing old without having kids, do you? I want to have a son or a daughter like any other mated pair. I've always wanted kids. You just don't believe me when I say we can afford them."

"Do you know how much a kid costs?" she asked.

"About half an hour in the bedroom should do it," he said.

"Well, not tonight it won't," she said.

"Tomorrow, then?" he asked her gently.

"Maybe. I'll think about it."

He pecked her on the cheek and told her not to bother with the sink. The way William saw it, the only way that he was going to get his mate more sexually submissive was to play his cards right and go along with what she wanted. He had to butter her up. Make her smile. Grin and bear whatever it was she wanted of him for the time being. Then it would pay off. His brother had two sons. And his brother was a year younger than he was. And his mate was not nearly as attractive as Ilia was. "Well then," he said, "I suppose you had better get dressed if we're going to see our new neighbors. We're a close knit society, this town is. We have to make them feel welcome."

She raised an eyebrow at him, knowing full well what he was going for. She didn't want to spoil the moment, though. So she stood up, brushed off a bit of dirt from her pants and walked away, not knowing that William eyed her tail as she left. He leaned against the wall in the kitchen as he waited for her. He assumed, logically, that it would take her a while to change. She was female, after all. It surprised him when she came back downstairs about seven minutes later dressed in a skirt and slightly revealing top. He didn't complain out loud, but she saw the look on his face.

"Stop looking at my boobs," she said. "We can't have that sort of thing when we go over there."

"I know. That's why I;m getting my looks now."

As she walked over to him, she stopped after a moment and sighed. Her mate asked her what the matter was.

"We can't just go strolling over there without giving them something!" she exclaimed.

"Well, you can get the female a gift, and I can get the male a gift."

He reached into the fridge and pulled out a beer.

"All set. Now let's hurry before it gets warm. I'm sick of the warm beer they had on Magna Insula."

"You're getting him a beer?" she asked, awed by his seriousness.

"Believe me, men love beer. He'll be happy on the inside. It's symbolic."

"Don't be stupid. Now help me think of what to get them before I give you an actual thump on the head."

"Just give them that tin of peanuts that Ruth gave you for Easter. You haven't opened it yet."

"But, that's so...cheap."

"They won't know it. And it will seem like you went out of your way to give it to them. Besides, it still was a sacrifice on your part." he said calmly as ever.

"Fine. That's the best we can do. I feel like I'm being mean to Ruth by giving this away."

"You didn't give it away. You ate it all and you loved it and you shall thank her for it later."

"I didn't know I was mated to a fox..." she said.

"Surprise," she said as he set the beer back in the fridge. He motioned her to come to the front door, and they left across the street to meet the new neighbors.

William rang the doorbell and stood there for a moment, waiting for there to be an answer. After a few moments, he looked to his mate.

"What if they aren't home?" he asked her.

"There are two cars in the driveway. How could they not be home?" she asked.

He shrugged, and as he finished, the door was unlocked from the inside, and the portal swung open quickly. Inside the entryway there stood a vixen, about an inch taller than Ilia. She was wearing clothes that were slightly revealing, as vulpines were known to do, and that lack of clothing only exposed a voluptuous and sensual body. William could smell her from where he was. She was in heat as well.

The vixen looked at them, and then at the gift in Ilia's hands.

"Hello," the female dog said, "We live right across the street, and we just noticed that you finally moved in. We just wanted to finally welcome you personally to the neighborhood."

The vixen smiled back at her.

"Of course," she said, her voice sounding as beautiful as the body that made it, "Thank you very much. We did just get unpacked a day ago. I saw that you were gone for a while. You don;t have to explain it here, though. Would you like to come inside?"

"Oh, thank you," Ilia said as the vixen moved out of the doorway and let them in. William closed the door behind him and locked it like it was previously. As he came in, he smiled sheepishly at the vixen, who gave him a strange grin, unbeknown to Ilia.

The house was furnished fairly well. The furniture was mainly old, but restored and appeared well taken care of. There were many exotic things in the room. There were a lot of books that lined the walls, and other strange items like a trio of curved swords form the Eastern Islands. There were also statues resembling classics sculptors. This pair of foxes appeared to be very cultured.

"You'll have to excuse the furnishings," the vixen says, "my mate like this sort of thing. He's a writer, and gets enough money to buy all these strange things to display. I would tell him to stop, but I think I like it, too."

"It certainly is unique," Ilia said, "Gives it a very interesting flair. Sophisticated, don't you think, William?"

"Oh, absolutely," he said.

The vixen asked them to sit down, and she disappeared around the corner, excusing herself for a moment. She called upstairs for her mate.

"Dante!"

"Who's at the door?" the disembodied voice from above asked. Is it that damn boomerang salesman? Tell him if he ever comes back I'll rip his testicles out and shove them down his throat!"

"Dante! We have guests! Get down here!"

"What? Guests? Splendid! Please tell them I'll be down in a moment, and they have no need to fear for their testicles!"

The vixen shook her head and walked back to the pair of Shepards, who were sitting there and feeling awkward by what they had just heard. The vixen sat down in the living room and smiled at them, embarrassed.

"Sorry about that, I really do apologize. Dante is a bit, eccentric. He's brilliant, and funny, and attractive, but he can be a bit unstable at times."

"Sounds interesting," William said.

"It is. No two days are alike with him around," she said, '...or two nights...' she thought.

After a moment, they heard a very feint sound of footsteps on the carpeted floor on the stairway as a male fox descended from upstairs. They were both surprised at how quiet he moved while still walking so fast. He turned the corner of the stairway and stuck out his hands.

"Salute!" he said cheerily, "Don't stand for me, I hate ceremony."

He sat down in another chair that was next to the others. The vixen looked to the two guests and then asked them if they wanted anything to eat. They politely refused, and then Ilia spoke up in order to avoid a pause.

"I was just telling your mate, sir, that we were the ones that live across the street, and we stopped by to welcome you into the neighborhood," she said.

"I knew you lived across the street," the male fox said, "I'm glad you stopped by. It really does feel nice for us to have guests."

"Wait," William said, "You knew we lived across the street? How?"

"Your mate has a little potting soil on her foot by her ankle, the same type from your yard. You cut across the lawn when you left a few minutes ago."

William nodded and then smiled a bit. The fox leaned forward.

"In any case, We should introduce ourselves. My name is Dante Knight. This is my mate, the lovely Aria Knight. We were mated not but a week ago, and we decided to come and live here in the western half of the Continental States. Aria loves the scenery, and I love...well, her, so there. IN all honesty, I love this place. Clear air, green grass, nice people..."

"We used to live in the eastern coast," Aria said, "But we realized that we hated the place and moved out here. We almost stayed in Ozark, but didn't. Beautiful place, it is. What are your names?"

"This is William West, and I'm Ilia. We've lived here for about two years since we were mated. I'm glad things have worked out for us."

"Yes," Dante said, "so much divorce these days. So much separation."

And so the conversation went on. They four of them discussed their jobs as well as their hobbies. The four of them soon saw that they were becoming very well acquainted. They had similar interests and desires. Their histories came up often and they talked about where their family was from and how they all managed to end up in the West Continental States. Dante turned out to be a rather strange individual, but in a fascinating way. He wrote fiction as a writer, a mix between romance and science fiction, and his stories were apparently recognized around the country in several magazines and compilations. He made much more money than it appeared. William was surprised to hear that he wrote romance novels.

"You don't seem like the type of animal to write romance novels," William said.

"I get that often. But it turns out I do them rather well, and Aria loves to read them. It works out for both of us in the end. It really gets her in the mood."

"Dante! Don't talk about that sort of thing here," Aria said.

"I wish I could get Ilia in the mood," William said.

"William!" Ilia said aloud.

The conversation took a rather abrupt turn into more erotic subjects, through ways that are too impossibly hard to explain to the readers. Partly in the length of time that it took to arrive there, and in part because there is no way in hell this author can come up with a way that these four would end up doing the things that the author wanted to with each other after just meeting. Time paradox. Just go with that.

After a moment, Ilia and Aria went over into the kitchen to discuss some things of a nature that males would find extremely uninteresting. The two males were left alone in the living room. Dante leaned back into his chair and sighed.

"I really love that vixen," he said, "But it's really nice to get her out of the same room every once in a while."

"I know what you mean," William replied.

"Ilia smells nice, by the way." Dante said.

"Oh, that? Yea, she's been in heat for a few days now." William said.

"Has everything worked out well so far?" Dante asked him.

"Not really. Ilia...she's hesitant about having kids now. We mate, but never when she's in heat. She just isn't ready. I am. I always wanted pups."

"You think she's going to let you on soon?"

"I don't know. I hope so. It's hard sleeping next to her when she's in heat and not being able to...well, get on. Half the time I end up pawing off."

"That's too bad. Ilia is attractive. I can tell she loves you."

There was a pause in the conversation as the two males stared about.

"Aria...she's in heat, too?"

"Yea. Since yesterday. About noon was when I first caught a whiff. I was a good boy that day, that's for sure. She let me on, sure enough. She likes it just as much as I do. We mate fairly often. We like to save it for when we're really in the mood. Last night was one of the best, no contest."

"What did you do to get her in the mood?" William asked.

"It's impossible to explain. I just have the right touch. You have to know when, how much, how hard, when to get on , dismount, smile, clench your teeth, sigh, lick..."

Dante rested his head on his arm, folding his leg over the other.

"Well..." William said.

"What?"

"I just...is there anything you could do to help me?" William asked.

Dante looked back up at him.

"I could talk to her. I can just explain it to her. How much this means to you, anyway."

"I doubt that talking could help," William said.

Dante unfolded his leg and then leaned forward.

"I really don;t want to sound like I'm some pervert or weirdo," he said softly, "but If she let me, then maybe I could mate with her for a little, and then that mght get her in the mood for you. It would remind her about the times you two mate. Foxes, we're loyal. Damn loyal. But we are also the type of animal that can bend the rules a bit. Aria might help. She's almost always receptive."

"So you're saying that I should let you on my mate?" William asked emotionless.

"Just a thought. I think it would work.I'm not doing this for my own gain. I get enough breeding done with Aria that I don't need to look around, even if I wanted to."

William thought about it for a while.

"Well, I suppose that would be okay." he said at last.

"Okay," Dante said, "But only if you're sure about it."

"I am."

"Then we should wait for those two to get back. We'll tell them. Aria might let you mate with her while I'm with Ilia. Aria will understand. She hates me leaving her in the dark, but so long as we tell her everything, she should be okay with it. After all, we're loyal, but we are also foxes."

So the two males waited for another few minutes while the females in the other room finished. It was not long after that when the two of them finally did arrive back in tp the living room, where they sat down after a moment. There was a few moments of silence, and Ilia sensed that something had happened while they were away. She turned to William.

"Dear, you look a bit funny. Whatever is the matter?"

"Nothing is wrong. Dante and I were just talking, but I don't know how to explain it." William said to her.

"I can," Dante said, "But, you'll have to hear me out. William and I were thinking about things, and what our idea was is a bit unorthodox. But I suppose that Aria is used to that sort of thing."

Dante cleared his throat as the three listened to him carefully, not wanting to miss a word.

"William and I started to talk about our sex lives. Nothing in detail, nothing revealing, just basic things. Guy talk. He told me that he wanted pups, but that Ilia wasn't as sold on the idea as he was. I can tell that this means a lot to him, not just for the pups, but for the intimacy he wants with you, Ilia. The kind of feeling that you can only get in heat. So he asked me if I had any ideas about what to do.

I told him that I could only help him become more intimate with his mate was in this way: That Ilia would let me mate with her for a little while in order to get her in the mood. To remind her what the feeling was like. I won't do it if Aria or Ilia don't want me to. I just thought it might be fun for all of us and would help out William. I don't mean any harm, just a little switching."

Dante sat silent after he had finished talking. The others looked at him, and then at each other. William was the first to actually say anything.

"I know it sounds really stupid," he said, "so I won't blame you if you say no."

Ilia was looking at Dante, who was quite attractive, and Aria was looking at William, imagining what if might be like to mate with the Shepard. Erotic thoughts were filling everybody's mind. After a few moments more, Ilia finally did say something, and William braced himself when she drew a breath to speak.

"I think that sounds okay," she said.

William looked up at her, a bit surprised.

"If you're okay with it, and if Aria is okay with it, then I wouldn't mind getting a taste of fox. I mean, this sort of thing really makes turns me on. The four of us...you know..."

Aria spoke up, saying, "Dante, I can respect that kind of honesty. It won't hurt anything, after all. I'm interested in what William would be like.

Dante clapped his hands together lightly and looked about.

"So," he said, "I suppose that's settled. Let's try not to get personal, though. This is just...experimenting. Just a little playfullness, that's all. We only have one bed in this house, so I suppose we'll have to do it right here."

So Dante stood up.

"Ilia and I will start. William, if we get to far, you stop us." he said as he eyed Ilia lustily.

Ilia looked back at him, smiling gently, and leaying back in the couch. William got up and sat back down where Dante had been sitting as the fox moved closer to Ilia, loosening his pants and smiling at the Shepard.