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Naughty Paws

A Series of Romantic Encounters

©2012 CarLOS Penguin

Preface

I know I said the Naughty Paws would be stand alone short stories. Spank me :-p

I would like to thank SoFurry user, _ VictoriaFox _ for her gracious proofreading and editing skills with this.

This is a second and seasonal part to The Neighbour (required reading).

SF link: http://www.sofurry.com/view/413154

FA link: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/8590856/

Will Fen and Owen ever get together?

Cheers!

The Neighbour II

Owen was on his knees, grumbling and fussing with the tree as he tried to get it balanced in the stand.

Tralena leaned over Owen's shoulder and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Such a sweet man you are. I knew you had it in you."

"Don't let Fen know I am, or I'll never get rid of him."

She let out one of her deep chuckles, "Honey, you never will. He thinks of you as his absolute hero."

"Hero?" He griped with a scowl. "The little fuzzy has a crush on me, I'm sure of it!"

Winter and the Yuletide had come to the small town where they lived. Even if 10,000 inhabitants could be classed as a small town, nowadays. It was small enough that an alien resident was unusual, except for those that liked their privacy. Fen was one of those.

As much as he valued privacy, he did like some company - his neighbour Owen for one and Tralena, whom he had his first alien sexual experience with.

"Oh, even if the little plushy does, he doesn't seem to mind me at all." She replied and sat up on the carpet, sorting decorations as the stand finally 'clicked' into place for Owen, who looked positively victorious.

"Why do you fuss with that old stand anyway. And why the real tree? As long as I've known you, you've been a "Bah, Humbug!" person this time of year." She asked and began wrapping iridescent garland around the tree that was chemically activated to glow and shimmer a rainbow of colours for a week after removal from its package.

"Because..." Owen said, placing ornaments and baubles on the branches, "My great, great, great grandmother used it. I don't use it. And Fen has no one else." He shrugged, "May as well introduce an ancient tradition for him in an ancient way."

Fen entered his apartment from shopping for dinner goodies for his guests, bundled in winter gear and still shivering. His canid snout poked out from the scarf Tralena had knitted for him and as usual, it was running like a faucetfrom the cold. He removed the goggles he used to protect his eyes from the stinging of the wind and stared at the tree in his living room.

"Why is a plant in my living room?" He asked with both annoyance and curiosity.

"It's a tradition on earth at this time of year." Owen replied. "It will dry out and shed needles on your carpet and make you cry like a girl when it does."

Tralena slapped Owen's shoulder playfully and smiled at Fen, "We want to share with you the joys of the season."

"Oh, a Terran custom? How delightful!" Fen smiled and unwrapped his head that was bundled as for travelling in an ice storm and removed his mittens. "How do we celebrate it?"

"We get piss loving drunk and give each other cheap shit on sale or whatever was left 15 minutes before the stores closed that day." Owen replied with a wink and made a motion with his hand of one chugging alcohol. He dodged another swipe by Tralena.

"It's a time for everyone to put aside their differences and share love for one another." She said, holding her hands to her chest in a manner of endearment.

"So, this was your idea, my dear? Thank you so much!" Fen gave Tralena a kiss and hug.

"It was Owen's idea, actually." She said.

"Owen?" Fen looked amazed. "Thank you, neighbour!" Fen walked towards Owen with his arms open to give him a hug.

"Oh, that's not necessary, really." Owen said evenly as he held his hand out against the fennec's chest, who leaned on it, arms wide.

"Since you're all bundled up, looking like a giant air bag that's deployed, why don't you help me outside on the balcony with the lights." Owen offered as Fen stood up straight and nodded rapidly with a smile.

Owen took out a tangled bunch of light fibre cable and handed it to Fen. He got on his jacket and they went out on the balcony.

"Since we share a balcony separated by a wall, let's do both with this one bundle." Owen offered, plugging in and began untangling the cable.

"Shouldn't we start the end on your side?" Fen offered.

Owen looked and pondered, "Yeah, that might be simpler. I'll go to my place and you can hand it to me."

"No need!" The fennec said helpfully and climbed on the railing with the cable in one hand and the other hand on the wall separating the sections of balcony and tried to shimmy around it.

In trying to manoeuvre around the wall, Fen's feet got caught in the fibre. "Be careful, you're likely to.... FEN!" Owen shouted as Fen spun around to try and return to his balcony, but instead fell off.

"SHIT!" Owen said as he ran passed Tralena who was still decorating the tree and looked at him confused as he dashed passed out the front door.

Being on the third floor, Owen made it down the stairs faster than the lift could have carried him and out the lobby door in a flash. He went to the side their apartments were on and there he found Fen not unconscious on the ground as he expected, but dangling upside down, wrapped in the light fibre like a glowing fishing lure hopelessly tangled in line and spinning around slowly.

"FEN! Fen? Are you okay?" Tralena shouted from the balcony above.

"I appear to be undamaged, Tralena!" Fen shouted, nearly in Owen's ear as he dangled about 1.5 metres above the ground.

"You scared the shit out of me, you clumsy fox!" Owen said as he grabbed him and stopped his rotation.

Tralena unplugged the cable as Owen gently layed Fen on the ground and started freeing him from the fibre. "You're lucky you didn't strangle yourself." Owen grumbled. "Did you hurt anything? Can you move?"

"My pride is in ruins." Fen replied, then squirmed about, trying to free an arm. "Can't move a muscle, yet."

"I'll have you free in a moment." Owen reassured as Fen gave a gasp and his eyes widened. "What? What? Can you breathe?" He asked anxiously.

Fen nodded, "You have no idea how turned on I am right now, all tied up like this and being rescued."

"Yep, you're fine." Owen said calmly. "But let's get one thing straight for your fantasy... I'm not the one rescuing you, I'm the one TYING you to the train tracks." He then gave an evil laugh and twirled the end of an imaginary villain's moustache.

"Honey, bring poor Fen up here to untie him." Tralena shouted from above.

Owen gave a thumbs-up to her. Picking him up and tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he brought him upstairs.

When they arrived, Owen flopped Fen in a chair and finished untangling him, Tralena had poured a cup of hot tea for Fen, who accepted it graciously.

"We should name you 'Lucky'." Owen said, straightening out the fibre and looking for damage.

"Lucky I wasn't killed?" Fen asked.

"No!" Owen grumbled, "Lucky you didn't break this cable. Then I'd have to rub you on the carpet and hang you on the balcony and let the static crackles light up the night."

They laughed.

Later, everything was shining as it should be and the three admired the beauty in the dimmed light of the room.

"You'll have to water the tree often, given how warm you like it in here, sweetie." Tralena said as she snuggled Fen, warming him from his adventure outside earlier.

They were sitting on the floor across from the tree. Owen leaned on the wall, his legs apart and Tralena in his arms and Fen was on her lap in her arms.

"All we need is a fireplace." Owen said as she agreed that would be the final touch.

"Now, it's my turn to treat." Fen said, "I'll make us a dinner." He kissed and nuzzled Tralena's hand and got up.

"I'll help you, little sugar." She said and kissing Owen, got up to join Fen in the kitchen.

"There is a finishing touch we can do without a fire." Owen said and got up himself. "I'll go to my apartment and be right back."

Fen pulled a small turkey out of the sprige. "These birds were on sale at the market. Instructions say 30 minutes in the fast cooker, so...."

"Oh honey! What a treat. I thought you didn't know the tradition." Tralena said, her face lighting up."

Fen looked blankly, "What tradition? It was on sale and it was meat."

"You special little thing you." She hugged and kissed him. "Seems you know, even when you don't."

"You're confusing me. Know what?" Fen cocked his head, ears twitching.

"Well, turkey or ham is a tradition for the celebration." She replied and prepared the other goods Fen bought.

"So, this is one of those 'gold horseshoes' Owen says my ass is full of?"

Tralena laughed and rolled her eyes, "That's sounds about right for him."

They got further with dinner when Fen asked something that caught her off guard, "Are you and Owen going to marry?"

She stopped and looked at him, Now why would you ask me that?"

"Oh, no offence intended, my dear!" Fen looked apologetic."Just the few weeks I've known you, Owen's a better man around you."

She hugged him and kissed his cheek, "No offence taken, sweetie." She sighed, "I honestly don't think it's meant to be. Owen, well, he's from another time on this world. And I want a family next time I get married. Then, there's you."

"Me?" Fen said shocked, he nearly cut his finger. "How is 'me' involved?"

She gave him a look like he asked the silliest question in the world.

"Oh, yeah.... the sex." He said with realization.

"I'm also happy with things the way they are with the three of us. We feel like a family, Owen's happy and you seem to be." She said. "Sex aside, we're all friends, too."

She smiled at Fen, "Now you can answer a question for me. How long have you had a crush on Owen?"

Fen dropped a bowl potatoes, "I... I what?"

"Sorry if I mistook the relationship you guys have, but it seems to me that Owen maybe a little more than a fix-it hero to you."

Fen picked the potatoes off the floor. With his obsessive compulsive cleanliness, no one would question the fact he tossed them back in the bowl.

"Crush? What crush? Just because I think he's the greatest next door neighbour and love to pamper him and melt inside at feeling his naked body beside mine when we were all together, doesn't make it a crush, you know."

"Whatever you say, hun." She chuckled at his revelation to her in such a casual manner, it was like he didn't realize he was saying it.

"Merry Bah Humbug!" Owen said coming in the door in a red Santa suit and a bag over his back.

Fen looked at Owen like he had gone mad and Tralena gave a squeal and applause.

Owen placed packages in shiny plastic, but looking as if they were wrapped by a child under the tree. "There's one for each of us."

"Oh, Owen! You are amazingly full of surprises." She said and kissed him lovingly.

They looked under the tree at their names on the packages. "Is buying oneself a gift a tradition too?" Fen asked holding up one of the packages.

"Hell no, but at least I won't have to worry about getting bubble bath from you." Owen retorted.

"Can I open mine?" Fen asked excitedly.

"Sure!" Owen said before Tralena said he had to wait.

Fen nodded with a smile and opened it to find a fancy looking brush.

"You know how I like to be fastidious. Thank you." He accepted a hug from Fen.

"It's a static neutralizing brush too. If you groom with it, you won't zap thermostats and end up on my couch again." Owen said.

The humble gift took on a new meaning for Fen. It was something personal, bought specifically with him in mind. "Thank you." He said endearingly and gave Owen a gentle lick on his nose.

"Ewww, oh gawd. No more presents for you, foxy." He said, wiping his nose with the artificial Santa beard as Tralena laughed.

Tralena opened one with her name on it. It was an expensive perfume. She looked at it impressed, her hand on her chest, "Owen, I can't. This costs more than I make in two months!"

"Yes you can!" He said and placed his arm around her. "Because it stinks on me and if you don't accept it, I'll have to give it to Fen and he'll get the wrong idea from it."

The gift earned Owen a long, romantic kiss from her.

"Now me!" He clasped his hands and rubbed.

He opened a package and it was an old fashioned bottle opener. "Just what I wanted!" He said loudly.

"I don't understand?" Fen asked as Tralena was also confused.

Owen grinned, "In order to use this, I need a good supply of bitters."

The others laughed, getting the joke.

They stuffed themselves with the delicious dinner and were relaxing on the sofa with eggnog, which Owen spiked with a little rum. Maybe just a wee more rum in Fen's glass for good measure.

Tralena leaned against Owen, "I'm as stuffed as that little bird."

Fen fell into his corner chair and began snoring.

"Hey, a discovery! Turkey's sedative effect works on them, too." Owen said and got a thought, "I'll have to keep some on hand and when he gets annoying, I'll feed it to him."

"Do you really find the cutie that annoying, or you just playing the tough grump." She asked.

"I have to play the tough grump. He'll get all fuzzy and soft on me if I don't." Owen replied and shivered with an expression of 'gross'.

"And why is that a bad thing? He is soft and fuzzy, inside and out."

"Because then I may want to keep him and pets that big aren't allowed in the building." Owen said as Tralena giggled.

"You are so mean."

"But you like me anyway. That must make you the one with screws loose." Owen said, kissing the top of her head.

"Maybe I just find you funny and charming." She replied, looking up at him sweetly.

Owen chuckled, "You want to hear a funny?" He motioned his thumb at the sleeping fennec, "Let me tell you about our last day together before fixing his thermostat."

"I got up for a glass of water really early in the morning. I heard stirring on the couch and figured Fen was getting up, so peeked around the corner to say good morning. Well, he wasn't getting up, he was feeling himself up, getting ready for a good wank! On my couch, dammit!"

Tralena laughed, "Oh, you left the poor guy alone, didn't you?"

"I was about to just turn around and go back to bed when of all damned things, he leaned over, took his dick in his mouth and began humping his own face like some dog."

She smiled and gasped, "Oh my, he's that flexible? I guess you were jealous."

"I'll say! After he swallowed his load and stretched out, glowing in his feat for a moment, he turned over on his belly and looked at me with an expression that was priceless. Caught in the cookie jar or what! I didn't think his eyes could go that wide or we could see a blushing through that fuzzy face, but I could."

"HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING THERE?" He shouted. I just shrugged with my glass in hand, "Long enough to be jealous as hell."

I turned around and went back to bed and didn't see him again until supper. Even then he was quiet until I talked about something not related."

Tralena was in stitches. "You probably embarrassed him to no end. Poor thing has a private moment and you watch him like some creepy old man."

"There are no private moments on my couch. He can use the can for that."

He nibbled her ear and whispered, "How about a little dessert to go with that dinner?"

She gave a contented moan, "How about you help me clean up from supper and give our food time to settle. Then I'll be game for anything."

They quietly cleaned up the supper dishes and kitchen, running pieces through the sanitizer as Fen snored away in his chair.

Owen was putting away the last of the dishes and Tralena was wiping the counter and asked, "Do you think Plushy will be happy, or feel he has to redo everything we just finished doing?"

"If he does, he can do it all his bloody own self, next time!" He grumbled.

He reached an arm around her waist from behind, "You are one sexy kitten." He moved her long hair aside, kissing the back of her neck gently.

She reached back and stroked the side of his face and smiled, "You say that because I'm in the kitchen and you're a retrosexual old goat."

He cupped and lifted her breasts, squeezing them gently, "And you like me.... why?"

She pressed his hands against her breasts and let out a small moan, "It's refreshing to still find such a caveman wandering around nowadays."

Owen chuckled, "Ugh, bug!" He said with a grin and turning her around, kissed her deeply.

He ran his hands down to her hips, squeezing and stroking the ample padding on them. He reached around and gave her round ass a squeeze, making her utter a moan of her increasing excitement.

"Owen, honey." She said with a slight gasp as he kissed her neck and chest, "We should go back to your place, we're gonna wake Plushy."

"I thought you liked it with the little fuzz ball?" He replied, kissing her lips several times excitedly. "Riding you like a jack rabbit, front and rear."

She was breathing heavily and running her hands across his back, digging her nails in at the memory. She lifted her skirt up, exposing her pantiless form and turning around leaning over the counter, "Give it to me here, honey."

She was well ready, the inside of her thighs were wet as he took himself in his hand and moved up and down her slippery pussy and inserted into her. Gripping her hips, he pulled himself deep as he could go and began thrusting at her from behind gently, so as to not make a lot of noise.

He soon gave her shallow, rapid thrusts, just as Fen would have. Her breathing was deep, open mouth pants as he did so. Her fists clenched as she gritted her teeth and tried to suppress the moans of her quick climax.

Owen felt his own climax approach, having been over a week since his last release. He felt his muscles tighten inside pleasurably and a stream of thick cum escape his body into her as she desperately tried to muffle the squeals of her pleasure. Her efforts made her utter sounds not unlike a whinnying horse.

Owen's release had ended, but the throbbing inside Tralena continued for some time after. She had her head down in crossed arms, panting with relief. Owen gave a long sigh and felt the warm afterglow wash over his body as he felt himself shrink and withdraw from her warmth.

She looked back at him with a warm smile, "Mmmmm, my stallion."

He admired her bent-over posture and ran his hands gently over her hips and rear. Her perfectly shaped, plump lips protruded very sexily from behind, so inviting and now satisfied as a large drop of his manly release seeped out and ran over her wet, jet-black hair and onto her thigh with erotic contrast.

"My beautiful mare." He said adoringly as she giggled.

"I guess I did sound like one at the end." She said as she straightened up, her skirt flowing effortlessly back down over her legs. She turned around and placed her arms on his shoulders and kissed him.

"I think I have a new fantasy role for you." He said as she smiled curiously. "You can be my hot little Equuleusian babe."

She chuckled, "Well then, I'll just have to get myself a tail to put on." She bounced her eyebrows flirtatiously and gave a quiet nicker.

Owen paused and his eyes darted back and forth, "Uh-oh."

Tralena also paused, her eyes in the direction of the kitchen exit, her lips going into an 'o' as her eyes widened. "I don't hear Plushy's snoring." She whispered.

They both peeked around the corner into the living room, expressions on their faces like guilty children expecting an angry parent catching them doing something very naughty.

Fen was still asleep, but stirring.

The two giggled and returned to the couch just as Fen's eyes popped open.

"We cleaned up supper dishes." Owen said with a smile on his face. "Hopefully to your standards."

Fen stretched, "Well, aren't you two the perfect guests." He gave a big yawn and smacked his lips.

Looking panicked as he realized he dozed off, "I have been a terrible, terrible host! Here you two are doing so much and I fall asleep on you."

"No worries, honey." Tralena said. "You've had a full day and we're happy to help out." She then excused herself to go to the washroom.

"It's not your fault. Turkey has a sedative effect on people. Seems it had an extra effect on you." Owen explained.

"And an aphrodisiac effect on humans?" Fen looked accusingly with an eyebrow raised. Seeing Owen's expression of pleading innocence, Fen tapped his nose, "A light year more sensitive than a humans."

"Okay, okay, so we did a little more than just clean up the dishes." Owen threw up his hands in acquiescence. "But, we didn't mess up your bed or anything."

Fen smiled, "Oh come on, we're friends." He leaned over the arm of his chair and rested his elbow on the end table and his chin on his fist with a smile that could be described as sultry, "You can mess up my bed any time."

"Geez, fox!" Owen said, rolling his eyes. "I should have left you to your own devices last weekend. I've created a monster!"

"Who's made a monster?" Tralena said, entering the room again.

Owen pointed to Fen, "This fox. He's flirting with me again."

She looked at how Fen was glowing toward Owen and smiled, "Well don't let me interrupt, sugars..." She sat down on the couch, "This could get interesting."

"Oh, not you too?" Owen protested as Fen gave a girl-like giggle.

"Now Owen, you can be open minded without compromising anything. Let me show you." She waved for Fen to come over and patted her lap.

Fen curiously came over and pulling his tail to the side, sat on her lap. He gave a coy smile towards Owen, who leaned against the arm of the couch to get a better view of what she had in mind.

She began by gently stroking his ears and neck fur. She nuzzled him behind his ears as he closed his eyes and rubbed his head against her face.

She reached around to the front and unbuttoned his shirt, running her fingers through his fur. Fen let out a little 'murr' as he kissed and licked her hands. She held him tight and gave gentle bites to his neck, making him moan and press harder against her.

"Mm, my little plushy likes that?" She gave his large ear a gentle nip, making him gasp a breathy, "Yes!"

She reached down to his crotch. As she did, he moved his legs apart. She felt his hard shaft and gently groped his balls through his loose fitting casuals. He gave a moan of approval.

She looked over at Owen, "Owen honey, would you be so kind... while I readjust my seating?"

Owen looked mortified at the request, but at the same time, didn't want to ruin Fen's mood. "Just stay put, honey." She said as she practically picked Fen off her lap and leaned him against Owen, his head on his lap. She layed Fen's legs straight out on the couch and smiled.

Tralena opened Fen's pants and gently began to lower them, taking care to not pull at his fluffy tail. As she lowered them to his knees, he lifted his legs up with his knees bent as she manoeuvred them down and off his legs and over his canid foot paws.

He went to lower his legs, but she gently pushed against them for him to keep them up. "My, my, my! Would you look at those beauties!" She said with a smile as his large, round scrotum was exposed from underneath. She ran her fingers over them, feeling their fuzzy softness on the outside and the full firmness inside.

She leaned over and licked his balls from back to front and across, flicking at them with her tongue at their rear just above his tail hole, where they were the most sensitive.

Owen could see the short, red, knot-less but otherwise fox-like penis throb with excitement and dribble continuously onto his fur. He squinted, half expecting a 'fire hose' to strike him square in the eye. With each of Fen's moans, he was sure he was going to get covered.

She gently pushed down on his legs as he straightened them out on the couch. Leaning over him again, she kissed his tongue-wetted sack, licking and sucking underneath his fuzzy sheath. Her tongue ran up the underside of his throbbing penis, making him moan as a little jet of pre-cum squirted out.

Placing her fingers gently on his balls and massaging them in a circular motion, she whispered, "No more torture, baby." She took him in her mouth.

Within seconds, Fen gasped and arched his back. A wide eyed look of surprise filled Tralena's face and she let out a muffled, "Mph!" Her cheeks swelled, then contracted as she made an audible 'gulp'. Owen was amazed as he counted five times she gulped before Fen collapsed back down on the couch and panted heavily with relief.

Tralena's lips came off the throbbing red member with a 'slurp'. She gently kissed his penis as it gave one more little squirt on his belly fur. Bobbing up and down slightly with his pulse, it slowly shrank back into his sheath, leaving behind a few dribbles as it did.

Fen just layed in Owen's lap, his breathing becoming more relaxed. He gave a big sigh and said warmly, "What a beautiful end to a beautiful evening."

Tralena straightened up, taking Fen's hand and kissed him. "Feel better, honey?"

He nodded, "Thanks to the two of you." He gave a contented sigh and looked up at Owen and over to Tralena, "I have a king size bed, if you two want to cuddle with me tonight."

Owen shrugged, "I got laid and got a great porn show. I won't say no."

Tralena gave a big toothy smile and leaned her head on Fen's chest, "How can I say no to my little Plushy?" She kissed him and gave him a hug. "If I can use your shower before bed. I have an opening shift tomorrow at my flower shop."

Fen stroked her hair several times, "My home is yours, my dear."

She lay on him for several minutes before getting up and headed for his washroom.

"Why is it, the last two weekends I end up with your naked ass next to me?" Owen growled in his usual voice now that the 'fun' was over.

Fen raised his head and nuzzled his snout against Owen's chin, "I guess you're just lucky, fuzzy bear."

"You are such a little bitch, you know that?" Owen replied with a scowl.

Fen gave him a gentle lick across his lips, "Would you have me any other way?"