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"Ahh~ Fuck, there you go. Good bitch. Take that cock like a champ."

Smiley grunted as his hips slapped loudly into the moaning collie's own, the Chubb on her thighs rippling with each impactful and frenzied thrust. He fucked like a beast once he got into the mood, grunting and snarling, his teeth instinctively snapping at the air.

She was a great lay. Tight, eager. Kinky as fuck. Right now he was busy ruining her pussy in broad daylight, the backyard of his little suburban townhouse turned into a playpen of lust for the eager pair. The slat-wood fences were tall enough to keep prying eyes at bay, at least from ground level. Considering they lived next door to a two-story home on either side, they might as well have been fucking in the cul-de-sac.

Sharp, leonine claws dug into the earth as he shored up his foothold, before pounding the dazed and yelping canine in the sex-swing fucking silly. The dark-furred Smilodon was grinning, even more than his twin fangs made his appearance seem like it was his default expression.

"Go on, pop that slutty little cork, Liz..."

"Ahh! Fuck yes! Harder-" Her plea was cut short as he bunched a massive paw around her exposed throat, and her tail just wagged harder as he choked her, burying his log of a lion cock deep in her splayed spade. His barbs raked and ruined her, making her entire body clench and tremble, but she was already well past the point of return. Heat flooded his crotch and dripped down her black and white furred thighs, legs forcibly spread as the swing's metal frame groaned and creaked from its hangings on the tree branch.

Her eyelids fluttered on the edge of blackout and bliss, muzzle hanging open sluttily, just like her thighs. The bulky feline took a few more thrusts before he came with a grunt, ballooning the condom as he pulled himself from her used cunt. He pulled the thin rubber aside and spilled the last of his load across the Collie's long-furred belly. It would be a bitch to clean, but the good bitch would proudly wear his cum like a mark of conquest.

"Good girl. Nice bit of marking to remind you whose slut you are." He released his grip on her throat. She gasped, sucking in the air her body was pleading for so desperately. Her hands at once started rubbing and feeling the mess he'd made of her belly, playing with strings of cum between her fingers immaturely.

"Ahhhh... Fuck you're too good at that. You know just what buttons to press." She whined. Smiley got to work undoing the cuffs holding her ankles in place and helped the jelly-legged Collie over to the patio table where she slumped into one of his deck chairs while he fetched two beers from the outside fridge.

"Hey! Watch it, you're leaking on the cushion." He growled warningly, popping one of the bottle caps with his elongated fangs. He took a swill, and then passed it to the Collie while she cupped one hand over her sex, grinning back up at him.

"And who made me leaky, jerk? You're the one who had to try and flood me out! You never wash these anyway. Can't fool me, Mav~." They clinked their bottles together.

"Yeah, but if you make a mess on it now, I'm going to spray you both down with the hose and then fuck that pretty fur of yours into the yard."

"Promises promises..." The collie teased him with a sultry look that dared him to try her. Fuck, he was almost tempted to right there, if his phone on the table hadn't chosen that moment to vibrate loudly. And then again. Liz looked at it.

"You gonna get that, stud?" She asked dryly.

Smiley grunted and turned it over. The device seemed absolutely too small for his thickset, muscle-stacked figure, like a giant trying to manipulate a delicate glass. He scrolled over the screen with a claw tip, his lips curling.

"Fuck. Someone's at the door. Stay here." He rumbled with a growl, slamming the phone back down onto the table. Interruptions pissed him off, especially when they were from absolutely fucking idiot neighbours.

He marched inside, snatching a pair of yesterday's shorts from his laundry hamper, and passed through the kitchen to the foyer. Rattling the lock, he swung the wooden door outwards, almost collecting the smaller pair on his porch.

Standing there in nothing but a pair of tented basketball shorts, bare-chested with his black and grey striped pelt on full display, long ivory fangs curled down to his chin, Maverick felt like the fucking apex predator he was. He looked down both figuratively and literally on the pair of deer at his door.

The Stag at least had horns, and the gumption to try and seem bigger than he was, all done up in his suit and tie, probably just back from the bank. His little Doe wife behind him looked away bashfully, her cheeks as pink as the roses in their yard next door on the court. The little yellow sundress on her was far too modest for his tastes.

He clucked his tongue once in her direction with a smirk.

"Mornin' Janet." He chuffed deeply, a primal and throaty sound before he turned to her husband.

"The fuck you want John?"

"It's James, Maverick. And I think you know full well. As the president of our HOA, that... Swing, in your yard, is unsightly and inviting scandal. It has to go, and we would appreciate it if you would be fully clothed while outside your home!"

"Doesn't seem like your lady minds. Do you like that Janet? She was watching for a whi-"

"No, you watch your tongue! Don't speak to my wife like that! Get rid of that vulgar swing and compose yourself like you're trying to be civil and decent, or we'll see your stay in our neighbourhood is short and ugly. I mean it! Clean up your act, or else!" He had a big voice and knew how to use it. Mav had seen green recruits who could shout better though. To him, it was all hot air and bluster from a prey animal.

The Smilodon laughed. He leaned down to the Stag's level and huffed once, unimpressed.

"Or. What?" The was a wet, throaty growl behind the words, and James cautiously took a step back, waving his finger towards the Sabertooth Tiger.

"I mean it! There will be a formal complaint about this! You'll be fined! Come on Janet!" He turned, pulling the little Doe along after him. Her fluffy little mud flap of a tail bobbed with her anxious steps. Smiley watched them go, leaning on his doorframe and sipping from his beer.

"Great seeing you Janet and Joe. We should do it again soon!" He cackled after them. Once they were back in their own home, he turned, stopped, took off his pants, and kicked the door shut behind him.

"They seem nice." Liz said sarcastically as he walked back outside.

"You heard that?"

"Pretty sure the whole court heard that Mav. Then again, pretty sure they heard everything that came first as well."

"So you then?" Mav raised an eyebrow at her cheekily. She smacked his ass as he walked past, nursing his beer.

"Mhmm. Can't help it you've got fucking tongue and cock for days. So what are you gonna do about them then, hmm?" The collie asked, sitting up a little more and resting her beer between her perky black and white tits. Her nipples went hard from the chill almost instantly, and Mav ran a paw over them approvingly.

He took another swig of the bitter brew, thinking about it. They'd always been shitty neighbours, but for the most part, they'd kept their objections to him to quiet rumours among their street. He'd only gotten one complaint from the local HOA for parking his Jeep in the street for a week while he replaced the pistons. Aside from that, just a handful of noise and vulgarity complaints that he could have cared less about.

And it was true, Jackass was the head of the Home Owners Association, and held a lot of sway among the community. None of that bothered him as much as the prospect of getting run out of this place so soon after he had moved in. It had barely been a year! The mortgage wasn't going to pay itself off after all. The cunts had another thing coming if they thought he'd be so easily pressured though.

Casting a sidelong glance at the naked Collie in his deck chair beside him, he smirked.

Plus, well, he had some folks he'd much rather stay around for now. Pissing off the others with his presence wasn't nearly as satisfying as Liz and her girlfriend when they stopped by. The Collie caught him looking and winked up at the big cat.

"I'd hate to see you get run out by the assholes. You're great company! Good playmates who enjoy a beer are so hard to find around here! Too many prudish snobs. They need to get fucked. Literally and figuratively." Liz grumbled as she finished her drink, but Mav stopped mid-swig, a lightbulb suddenly clicking in his head.

"You know, you might be onto something there..."

"Oh?" Her tail started wagging excitedly, brushing the deck behind her. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking I might need to have a talk with the little doe."

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He didn't remove the swing, obviously. That would have been far too easy on Jacob and the HOA.

No, the plan Maverick had in mind, was far more sinister than that.

He'd sat on his porch, reading the paper and sipping from a coffee and Kahlua while Jonny had got his Stag self ready for work. Maverick had watched and even waved with a fake polite smile as the cervine had left in his fancy little European commuter.

And once he was out of the street, he'd stood, turned, and ducked back into his own home to make himself 'civilised' as Jeremy had warned him to.

He walked right across their shared property line and his freshly manicured lawn, rapping his big, black knuckled against the red door of the deer's home. He checked his watch. It was 10.30. Plenty of time to come to a favourable agreement.

Janet had been quick to open it. He'd listened as she'd fumbled around inside before finally unlocking the door after seeing him through the window. There she was, dainty and petite, all sweet and homely in her little yellow sundress. Mav's nose curled as he caught a hint of spice through the open door. The doe was probably busy baking before he knocked.

Looking down at her, it was hard to imagine what the fuck she saw in a twiggy little shit like Joseph. Mav's palm would have covered her face entirely if he'd tried. He could have squashed both of them like runts, but there were better ways to play with the prey species.

"Oh, hello Maverick! I wasn't expecting you here!" She bleated cheerily, before glancing over her shoulder for just a second. If anything, she looked nervous from the sudden appearance of a Sabertooth at her door. Good. Mav's ears pricked as he heard a window opening in the back of the house. He didn't comment.

"You mind if I come in for just a moment? I feel just... Terrible about the other day, and I was hoping we could come to an agreement." His voice was filled with mocking that, dammit, he had tried to cover behind a tone of actual sincerity, but he'd done a piss poor job of it.

She stammered for a moment, and slowly tried to close the door on him.

"Now really isn't a good time! Maybe later once-"

Mav pushed the door back open and marched in with a smile, keeping his boots on as he walked right into their living room.

"Thank sweetheart, it'll just take a second."

"Oh, oh! I, uh..." Well, she couldn't exactly make him leave. "I suppose if it's just for a moment. Would you like a coffee? I just put a pot on." She asked, closing the door quietly. She lingered in the doorway, peeking through the windows a moment longer as if to see if anybody else had seen him enter. After a second or two, she turned to follow the Smilodon into her home.

"That'd be great. You and your Stag have a nice place here. Really done it up well." He gave a low whistle as he dropped his ass on their cushy sofa, wriggling a bit to get comfortable. In jeans and a shirt, he hardly felt in place among the pretty photos and fancy upholstery. He also didn't give a fuck, and kicked his shoes off, wriggling his toes.

There was that smell again. His nose twitched as he took a deep, loud whiff to drag the scent across his tongue, scrutinizing it. There were several scents that didn't match the doe's appearance. He chuckled softly as he pieced the puzzle of their reasons together, filling in the blanks with their telling sources.

"Oh, thank you. James and I did a lot of it together. Creamer in your coffee?"

"Always cream, that's my rule. None of that fake crap, you know? It's bad for you anyway." He chuckled darkly, taking in just how very suburban and perfect it was, in a way that made his hackles raise. It was its own brand of expected ugly.

Nice. Not good. Not bad. Just nice. Too nice. Fake nice. There was hardly any trace of a mess at all.

Well...

"So, you and your hubby do this together? Very nice. A very sweet thing for a couple to do. Is that why you're fucking that Coyote brat down the road on the side?" The accusation was as blunt as they came, and Mav would have bet the 100$ bill in his wallet that he was right on the money with it as well.

Janet squeaked loudly in shock and dropped the tray of coffee she'd been carrying with a crash, the silver platter bouncing off her hooves. The pair of cups spilled out onto the white carpet, staining it irreparably.

Well, damn. Now he wished he could have bet that 100$ and made a quick Benjamin. It was almost too easy. Folks forgot how powerful some species' sense of smell was.

Plus the discarded baseball cap in the corner of the couch gave it away. No damn way Justin would have been seen wearing that.

"I heard him leave out the window. He left his fucking cap here, and you reek of mutt, heat, and precum."

She had gone pale, still standing on the threshold of the living room, her legs shaking as she looked at him wide-eyed in terror. He just looked back at her blankly, unsurprised. The prudes were always shameful when caught, never in the act itself. Afraid to be caught doing it, not to actually do it.

"You cannot tell James. Please! It was a mistake that I took too far, but I was going to end it-"

"Oh, save your excuses and stammering. You needed fuck, and Jackson wasn't providing, or something like that, right? He's scared of kids or something? Maybe he's just got a small cock." Mav chuckled, standing up and wriggling his toes against the clean carpet under him. He turned to Janet, the Doe still quivering like a leaf.

"Go get something to clean that up with. I'm not going anywhere till we've had our chat." He growled and walked over to their mantelpiece. The doe skittered away to the kitchen, stammering something of an apology. Her phone was sitting right there on the edge of it.

Curiously, he picked it up and opened her messages. Right there in front of him was all the evidence he needed. A conversation with "Angela (Cousin)" was still open. A picture of the Coyote boy from earlier's veiny knot was the last message along with the words 'Be right there' ;3.

Clearly, it wasn't her cousin. Either that or Angela was one hell of a hung trans coyote lady. Nope, she was just a bored little housewife, looking for the fuck her husband couldn't provide. Well, it was a good thing he'd come to visit.

Maverick snickered, flicking through her phone a few moments before he found the contact he was looking for. He quickly tapped up a new message.

Got something special for you. Be here at noon.

He attached one of the racy pictures she'd been sending to the Coyote boy of her tits and hit send. Then he closed the chat and tucked the phone into his pocket. Janet came back a moment later with a bucket and a roll of paper towels and knelt down, wadding at the dark splotches seeping into her carpet. She was still breathing hard, her fingers struggling to hold the sopping paper as she cleaned up the spill.

Mav walked across and knelt beside her, taking a fistful to help. He was direct, but at least liked to think he wasn't cruel. Often.

"Hey, calm down. I saw him sneaking over here before, so there's no sense lying about it."

She nodded nervously, not meeting his gaze as she tried to explain herself.

"I really didn't mean to... He came over to help with our printer once, and we got talking. He flirted with me a bit, and I didn't want to tell him no. It's not like James isn't an attentive lover, but..." She stopped herself, blushing furiously. Maverick just nodded.

"I just want a little slice of the pie as well. I'll keep quiet. I saw the way you looked at me the other morning. You couldn't hide that. Can't say you've never wondered what it's like with a Sabertooth." He spoke smoothly, his tail twitching as he watched her cheeks turn a bright cherry red beneath her hazel fur.

"I... You're handsome, even you can't deny that, and strong, and-Eee!" She tried to fold her little tail down as a broad, heavy paw gripped her rump, dragging her sundress up. The tip of a coarse, thick-furred finger found her uncovered sex and pushed before she could even think to scramble away from the feline!

His other broad paw came down on her back, holding her in place from the weight of it alone.

"Jamie just don't manhandle you enough for your tastes, huh? You want to be picked up and pushed about. That's why you don't have panties on and you're inviting your fling friend around while you're in heat? A dangerous game you know? A predator might think you're looking to get that taken care of." Mav growled, twisting and curling his finger as he worked it across her lips, parting the doe's heated petals.

She'd been all kinds of hot and wet before he even touched her body, but now she was positively soaking against his fingers. She really was far more naughty than her picturesque appearance gave on.

"Please, we- we can't."

"Why not? You were already going to with the Coyote." His finger didn't stop. She bit her lip to hide a whimper as the brutish big cat succeeded in parting her body, sinking his digit into the first knuckle while he frigged her. His paw pumped at her even as her hands bunched into fists against the carpet, trying to contain her moans behind her sense of dread.

It was getting hard to think! Between the scent of the Smilodon beside her triggering some instinctive response to hide and submit, his masculine musk was cruelly twisting her desires, until all she could think of was that finger slowly stretching her cunt open.

"Please! My husband-"

"Isn't going to be home for a long while yet." His paw left her back as he shifted around to move behind her, his knees pushing her legs further apart. She had to stop him, this was going too far! This-

"Aaaaa~" She bleated out as a second finger pushed into her body, twisting and working deeper still alongside the first.

"You were already going to fuck the Coyote, and I didn't see any condom on the table... So here's the deal. You let me get what the coyote was going to have anyway and convince Jimbo-"

"James, ahh! His name is James..."

Mav really didn't care what his name was. It started with a J and ended with 'Cucked asshole'. He grunted and interrupted her.

"The unwitting cuck. You convince your dear husband who you love enough to fuck another man and not tell another soul-" There was a click behind her, and the sound of a shutter blinking. She went pale at once.

Oh god, he was taking photos!

"- that he shouldn't worry about my HOA bullshit... And I never send him the nice photos of your pretty little snatch spread around my fingers. Deal?"

She shuddered as he put more force behind his pumping fingers, his thumb sneaking up to press against her tight little tail star. She made the cutest little squeak when he pushed against her ass.

"Deal, slut?"

"Ahh! Okay! I promise! I'll tell him to leave you alone!"

"Good girl." He growled, frigging her harder still. The words sent an odd shiver of pleasure along the Doe's spine, her entire body tensing and heating from her core outwards. Oh, oh dear! She was-

"Mmmfh!" She bit her lips hard as she shamefully lost herself around his paw. His fingers stopped moving, but her hips still gyrated slowly against his paw inside of her, traitorously betraying her mind.

Why did it have to feel so good! Why had she let it get this far, why did she like it!?

Mav chuckled darkly behind her, using his free paw to lift her dress up higher, shamelessly exposing herself to his prowling eyes. Mercifully, his finger's pulled back from her, but she cringed as she heard more rapid-fire clicks of the phone's camera. Then she heard a zipper being undone.

"W-wait! Condom, please! In my dress, there's a pocket on the side."

She felt him pause for just a moment, before he sought out the pocket in question, pulling a small foil wrapper from within delicately held between her dangerously sharp claws.

"Hmm. Luckily it should fit. It's not for my species, but I'm sure it'll be fine..."

Unseen by Janet, his claws tips pressed together, easily puncturing the wrap and contents between their needle-like points.

He ripped it apart between his teeth, sliding the beige latex wrapper down along the length of his pink, barb-covered shaft. The latex lobes made for a canine knot hung loosely around the base of his cock, and the tip shape was all wrong. Really, it probably wouldn't have mattered if he had punctured it or not. The damn thing would be torn to shreds within a minute. He was just sealing the deal on the off chance it did miraculously hold.

Grabbing her tail in one paw, he lifted it up, forcing her to bow her shoulders and present herself to him. She felt the covered tip of his cock brushing against her heat, slipping up and down teasingly as he gathered her heat, preparing himself.

"Going to be a good girl?"

Those words again! Why-

"Yes, I promise. I won't tell anyone."

"Damn right you won't."

He snarled as he split her open on his cock, thrusting halfway into her before he drew back, and proceeded to fuck the rest into her. Damn, she was tight! For an uppity housewife though, she was no amateur. Janet worked herself around him as he drove deeper, bleating and moaning while his sensitive barbs raked her insides. She had been entirely unprepared for just how the feline would feel, but the pleasure was undeniable.

Even through her humiliation and unfaithful shame, she moaned for the male on her back. He fucked her hard, wasting no time getting into a streaky rhythm that had his length thumping her depths like a log while his hips slapped off her ass each time he bottomed out.

She bit her lip. Photos could be faked after all! She would just have to clean up and deodorize the house before James came home to hide the scent of what she was doing. As long as she could convince him that Maverick wasn't worth causing a fuss about-

"Bleeea~" She gasped as those barbs raked against her cervix, a jolt of pain and pleasure snapping her thoughts back to the present.

"Ahh, there's the spot. Damn you're a tight one. Hubby just can't satisfy, huh, can he bitch?"

Click click click!

The camera shutter blinked in rapid-fire shots before he slid it beneath her and left it on the floor, the flashlight on and pointing up at where they were joined.

What was he-

Her answer came before she could even finish the thought. The two-hundred-pound sabertooth tiger pushed his body over her, smothering her tiny frame with his bulk. One paw curled around her waist, lifting her hips back into his thrusts. His teeth scraped along the nape of her throat, his breaths wet and raspy, twinged with lust and dark desire.

"Moan for me, whore. I'm going to make a nice little home video to remember this fuck."

His now free paw cupped a lawful of her diminutive tits, squeezing and groping her while wet slaps echoed around her living room. She could feet each thrust keenly, feel the mess it was making of the carpet beneath them. All of the evidence of her shame was there before her, and she clenched her eyes shut. Even as she tried to fight it, her body's instincts were winning out. She'd been ready for the Coyote boy to come in and help her out, but now-

"Aaah~ Fuck..." She gasped, blushing red as Maverick chuckled above her, pounding away at her cunt with his barbed cock.

"Filthy little mouth on you, don't you? Just need the right male to fuck you right. Let's hear you pop, deer. I'm not letting you go until you cum for me." He snarled and parted his jaws, laying those dangerous sabre teeth across the side of her throat, the fangs of his lower jaw nipping the opposite side.

The effect was instantaneous. Adrenaline surged through her as he increased the pressure around her neck. She could hear her pulse racing in her ears, hear each wet rasp of his hot breath against her neck. His thrusts never stopped or slowed for even a moment. He was relentless, he was rough, he was-

"Nggh!" She bleat out a cry of pleasure as she came hard, her body tightening and gushing around Maverick's cock. The predator held her absolutely still aside from her heaving chest and her hot, clenching sex around him, his length hilted inside of her, throbbing and twitching eagerly.

"Ahh, there's a good bitch... Gonna-" He snarled and pulled his jaw back, leaving a pair of thin scratches along her delicate throat. Deep inside her, she felt warmth, warm and virile, slowly seeping into her as the Sabertooth came inside of her, the condom doing exactly as it was made to. At least, to her knowledge...

Mav grunted and pulled himself back, yanking the condom off his shaft and spilling his cum into the carpet. Amazingly, it was mostly intact, save for the slightly wider hole in the tip. It was also surprisingly empty, unlike the Doe's cunt. Messy, off-white jizz trickled down her hips.

He tossed the useless rubber across her leg, angling his prick to spray a few messy ribbons of tiger cum across her ass. Finally, he wiped the last dredges of his climax off against the doe's fur, leaving streaks of it matted.

"Ahhh.... Not bad Jan, not bad..." Mav grunted, standing up and redoing his fly, taking her phone from between her legs. A few taps later, he sent all of the photos and videos to his own number. He tossed it onto the carpet by her face where she was still panting and shaking, the reality of her situation setting in.

He stepped past Janet with all the grace of an apex predator ignoring a piece of prey that was simply below its effort to finish. Checking his watch, he chuckled.

"Oh, by the way..." He started, gripping the door handle. She looked up, eyes filled with a mix of shame and fear. His own gaze was mischievous like he was enjoying seeing her like this, degraded and left a mess on the floor.

Maverick absolutely was.

"Might want to get on cleaning that mess between your legs. Your hubby will be home soon for his lunch. Would hate for him to find you like this."

She panicked, looking at her phone and the last message received from it. It was from James, 5 minutes ago. It was 11:55.

On my way home.

"Be seeing you again soon Janet." Maverick called over his shoulder as he left, shutting the door behind himself. It was a shame really. She'd been a damn good fuck. Maybe he'd get another crack at her yet if she could clean up in time.

Jackwad's car pulled up to the curb in front of their home just as Maverick was crossing back onto his own property. He waved with a smug, shit-eating grin the Stag turning to look at him with a confused expression. There was no chance he hadn't seen him leave. Mav took the steps to his own porch two at a time, turning back just before his door to watch the Stag step inside their perfectly manicured home.

He went and fetched himself a beer from the fridge, and walked into his backyard, before pulling out his phone. There was a new message from Liz waiting.

Liz: So sort out that HOA crap? We were thinking of coming over later if you're not busy~

Maverick smirked, sipping his drink as he sent one of the photos over, showing the Doe's cunt stretched around his cock while he had fucked her into the floor.

A reply came seconds later, his phone buzzing.

Liz: HOT <3. There was an unreasonable amount of eggplant and sweat emojis after it.

He tapped out a quick reply, chuckling as he hit send.

Mav: We'll see if they want to renegotiate terms in about 9 months.