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Being Neighborly

Dean stepped out onto his back lawn, coffee in hand, and admired the sun just touching the treetops across the river valley below. His property, along with the neighboring one, were on the inside of the oxbow of the river, high enough not to worry about flooding and, being on the inside of the curve, not worrying about erosion either. The forest across the way, however, was protected from development because it was subject to erosion.

That left the two properties, hemmed in by forests and rocky ridges to either side, in reclusive privacy despite being at the very back of a well developed subdivision. That was because his parents had been the property developers twenty years ago when the entire housing tract was built. They had retired, now, moving out and leaving him with the two properties when they retreated to the warmer seasons of the south. Dean had kept one of the houses and sold the other. For many years a nice family of five had lived in that house but they, too, had recently moved to other areas to be closer to their kids who had found jobs far away in distant cities.

A week ago his new neighbor had moved in, the moving truck having all sorts of hell trying to navigate the neighborhood roadways. He had only seen her in passing, a tall, willowy wolf of some sort, as she came and went telling the movers where to put what. He hadn’t seen any others, and there was only one car parked outside the garage that was now stacked with boxes and furniture with no immediate home within the residence.

Dean’s gaze was drawn away from the dawn sunlight across the treetops and soft mist weaving pleasantly through the trees when he heard a loud, snarling yell and something crashing in the other house. Due to the somewhat narrow confines at the back end of the subdivision the houses were relatively close, hardly a difficult stone’s throw apart though the back yards were large. As he turned to look toward the other house he saw his new neighbor storm out the back door, snarling to herself in a fit of fury. A robe billowed about her legs, cinched tight at her waist but showing off a good bit of those long legs. She circled around to another door, where tools and lawn care stuff was normally kept, and disappeared inside. Dean turned and ambled toward the edge of his property, delineated solely by a four foot tall dog fence the previous family had put in. There was even a gate in it between their properties, they had gotten along that well and he would care for the house and their two dogs when they were away on vacation.

As a writer and editor he worked from home so it was easy for him to do.

As the wolf stomped back out of the yard room Dean spoke up. “You okay there, miss?” He asked from the fence, taking a sip from his coffee, one eyebrow raised.

Sharp eyes flicked immediately to him, the dawn shadows not giving him any indication of their color, and her ears pricked, swiveled back to flat, then lifted again. “Fuck no.” She snarled, in exasperation rather than at him. Her eyes roved and she turned in a frustrated circle, lush tail colored in hues of mahogany, russet, and cream lashing irritably. “Damn movers!” she barked.

“Lose something?” He asked, cocking his head.

“Fuck yes.” She said with a harsh sigh, her turn bringing her back around to face him. “Misplaced a damn important box, or conveniently never unloaded it.”

“Anything I can help with?” Dean asked. “I’m Dean, by the way.” He held out a hand over the fence in greetings.

“Amber.” The wolf said as she stalked toward him on her side of the fence. She did not walk, she stalked. It was visceral and he had a momentary worry about his hand exposed and vulnerable over the fence. Her eyes, the color of her namesake if not an even richer hue of gold, raked him up and down as her dark nose twitched. Her ears, forward as she had turned, now pricked more intently, drawing up and slightly closer together in the manner of a dog hearing the word ‘snack’ in someone’s conversation. “Yes, maybe you can.” She clasped his hand, her pads warm and firm. After a handshake that seemed to last just a few pumps too long she released her grasp and waved toward the gate nearby.

Setting his now empty mug on one of the flat topped fence posts for the gate he opened it and stepped through. “What did they lose?” He asked as she stepped up close to him. Too close, and he had to sidle a step to the side as he heard her sniffing loudly when she leaned in.

“Ugh.” She huffed, hands fisting at her sides as her olfactory inspection ruffled his hair. “My one of my care boxes, where I kept my grooming kit and prescriptions. I can’t find it, anywhere.” She waved toward the house. “And I’ve got a damn presentation to make in two hours. I can’t make it like this.” Her hands swept at herself as if that offered him any sort of explanation. Maybe she needed to groom for the presentation? In his eyes her fur looked pristine; clean and soft the way the subtle dawn breeze moved across it, like wheat fields in the summer breeze. She was a tall thing, rather noticeably taller than he was, slim and willowy. His eyes were just about at her throat when level.

“Ohkay. They didn’t put it in the master bedroom or bath? Did you check the other bathrooms?” He asked as she stalked around him, again not the walk, a stalk, her nose taking him in. She grasped his upper arm with one hand and pulled at him rather insistently, making him lurch into motion.

“Yes, I did, it’s not in any of them.”

“What was in the box? I might…” He had to hasten his step as she all but dragged him toward the open french doors into what had been his parent’s living room when they had resided there.

The wolfess scoffed and shook her head. “You don’t. My suppressants and blockers.” She hauled him through the open doors. Inside the furniture was haphazardly arranged, mostly along the walls with just the sofa standing alone in the center of the room facing the view of the river. Boxes were stacked higgledy-piggledy along the walls and below the countertop between living room, dining room, and gallery kitchen. Most of them were open to show various oddments for those such rooms; dishes and cookware, lamps, lights and the like. A few had been spilled across the floor, probably during her desperate search.

“And those are for… what?” He asked as she pulled him through the living room toward the side of the house opposite his own where the guest bathrooms were, and the bedrooms.

“You can’t smell it? Without my blockers you can’t miss it.” She groused as she led down the hallway. He did notice a smell, deep and musky with sharper undertones, but it wasn’t offensive so figured it was probably just how wolves smelled in general. “And without my suppressants I’m fucking on FIRE.” She snarled the last word as she spastically released his arm. “I can’t do a presentation like this, not burning up like I am.”

“I’m sorry, miss Amber, I am at a loss. You know we humans are pretty nose dead.”

She scoffed and turned to face him, forcing him to crane his head up as she loomed close. He saw glistening beads of moisture leaking from her nose only to disappear with a flash of her long tongue. A long tongue that appeared between dauntingly sharp looking teeth behind whiskers and fur.

“You are.” She admitted as she leaned close. “Because if you’d had a nose you would’ve been over here hours ago.” Large hands rested upon his shoulders, their grip strong as she drew him even closer. “I’m in heat, little human man.” She growled, though not dangerously, and dragged her long tongue firmly across his cheek, then lips, and across his other cheek before ending beneath his ear which those deadly looking teeth nibbled. “And I need a man, desperately. Only a male can quench this fire for a little while, since my asshole husband decided he fancied fourteen year olds. That landed his worthless ass in prison and now… here I am… all fucking burning up, without suppressants to keep my heat at bay or blockers to mask the smell.” Her breath was hot against his neck as she growled needfully into his ear, her whiskers tickling his cheek. “Desperate. And in need of a man.” Her hands dropped from his shoulders as Dean gaped in alarm, and then let out a grunt when one hand pressed against his stomach, rucking up his flannel shirt and dove under the elastic waist of his sweatpants to find that there was no additional layer of clothing beneath. Her nose touched his, those amber-gold eyes fierce as she gazed into his blue ones. “And you’re a man.” Her fingers closed with gentle, but insistent, force around his cock.

“Miss Amb… er, I…” Dean stammered in surprise, sucking his gut as if he could draw himself away from her touch.

The wolf snorted a short growl. “I don’t care if you’re gay or not, but I know you’re single so…” She withdrew her hand from his sweats and pressed it against her nose as her other hand grasped one of his hands. Inhaling what scent she had gotten from that momentary grope her eyes lidded and he could hear her panting as she pulled him further down the hall, past a room that had been fully completed already. A desk, computer, backdrop, camera. Obviously her office but not where she was leading him.

No, she was making directly for the master bedroom and he could either move his feet or get pulled off of them. “I’m not.. Gay, I mean.” He stammered as she led him the rest of the way down the hall, her robe now flapping open though he could see nothing from behind her but the rapid swish and flick of her long, bushy tail. He didn’t really care either way, he’d been with men as well as women, but never with one of the anthros. Fifty years ago they had been limited to other entire continents, before the wars brought them into their conflicts. There had been insanely restrictive immigration bans that were lifted after the wars.

Thirty years ago they were damn uncommon, congregating in major cities. From there they began to spread, rapidly, as more and more emigrated from the ruins of those war torn lands and were readily allowed in as thanks for their roles assisting the allies in those wars. Twenty years ago they had become an uncommon sight even in this small city in the middle of the country but now they were coming in a flood. There was pushback, of course, there always was to immigration, but they seemed to find their place and establish equanimity with the locals.

A week ago one had moved in next door.

And now she was hauling me off to her parlor like a spider with a captured fly.

“Good! Just fantastic.” She panted as she reached the center of the room in which her queen sized bed seemed small. She turned and slipped her hands into his shirt and yanked. He was thankful it was held with snaps rather than buttons because they popped alarmingly as they yielded under her insistent pull. “Because I want you to fuck me, human. Man.” She shoved the offending material up over his shoulders and he staggered, finally getting a glance down as he tried to keep his balance by grasping her hips once the shirt fell away.

Her breasts weren’t large, nor were they small, and nipples of dark flesh peeked from cream hued highlights in her mahogany and russet patterned fur. Further down the thickening fur of her stomach and fluff of pubic fur hid anything else but, with her robe now open, the smell walloped him full in the nose.

Rich, earthy, animal, and POTENT. He felt his nose begin to run as the deep pungency struck him but she was beyond paying heed to his sudden awareness of her scent. Her hands dropped to his hips, hooked claw tipped thumbs under the elastic, and pushed downward even as she dropped in front of him. His cock, only barely beginning to awaken in the confusion of her aggressive introduction, flopped out and was met almost immediately by the cool touch of her moist lupine nose and then a hot rush of air as she inhaled deeply. “Fuuuuuuhhhhhck.” She growled so deeply he could feel the vibration of it even without her muzzle touching him, blunt claws dimpling his hips as she held him in place lest he flee in fear from the predator.

Dean’s hands fell to her shoulders as he swayed in place, as confused as his own cock at this unexpected introduction to his new neighbor. All he could manage was “Okay?” while she pressed her nose deep into the hollow between balls and thigh to inhale again, long and deep, her teeth making short wet chuttering noises as she literally tasted his scent. Compared to hers, in his nose, his musk was almost nonexistent but he knew what he smelled like, which was like any other man whose crotch had been in his face. He grunted when her nose came back up, followed by a broad, hot, very firm stroke of that long lupine tongue from thigh to balls to his awakening shaft, pressing it flat against his groin as the hot stroke dragged across his blunt human glans. “Mmmmh, fuck that tastes good.” She growed, the fur of her back and shoulders lifting as she let out a full body shudder that ended with a rapid dance of her tail. “I am so going to want to taste it in full, eventually.” She stood, Dean’s hands sliding down her upper arms as her large hands rested upon his hips and she gazed down into his startled blue eyes. “But, right now, I have a fire that only a hot load of cum can quench, if only for a few hours.”

Dean sucked a breath through his teeth as one hand transitioned from his hip to grasp his cock, which that rather stupendous lick had awakened nicely, and tugged him closer toward the bed as she backed up. She rolled one shoulder and the robe fell, forcing her to change hands upon his cock to cast it aside leaving her clad only in fur. Sitting on the bed she shifted her hands to his hips once more and pulled him forward between her knees. Seated as she was her taller stature put her head even with his own. Amber-gold eyes gazed deeply, hungrily, into his own as she drew him inexorably closer. “I know this is a motherfucking hell of a surprise, human, but I’m… I’m too desperate right now for niceties or seduction.” Strong hands slid back and down, grasping his rump and pulling him the last inches until his cock was pressed into a warm nest of silky soft fur. He felt a damp, hot kiss near the base and his balls came to rest against it. “But being what I am, and being in heat, I can barely think beyond that need.”

Rolling his hips slowly, resting his hands upon her shoulders, Dean could only accept… running would probably result in rather poor relations with his new neighbor. “Being what you are? A wolf? Or just being in heat?”

She drew one hand from his hip and inward, catching his cock in a gentle grasp and easing it downward through that nest of thick, long, dense fur until he felt the damp, hot kiss at his blunt human tip. “Wolf dam, stoat sire. So… it’s a mustelid thing, stoats. When the female goes into season she has to breed so badly the lack of it can be fatal.” Dean’s teeth clenched and his face drew up in a rictus of what could either be mistaken for agony, or rapture, when he felt hot, slick heat fold around his glans. She rubbed him up and down slowly between her folds that he had yet to see, thoroughly slicking him with the copious wetness of her need. “It’s not for me, my being as much wolf as stoat, but… the need. Oh, fuck the need.” As she spoke her hand guided him just a little lower and her last word was drawn out in a low, groaning growl as he sank in a couple of inches.

“Fuuuuuck.” Dropping back to prop herself on one elbow she held his shaft with her free hand, pulling him in a few more inches as he stepped closer and reached down to grasp her hips. As he pressed deeper, slowly because she was so tight he could barely force himself into her, he leaned over her and grasped her hips. “You’re a… fuck, you’re a big fucking boy.” She snarled as she drew her hand away and leaned back on both elbows.

“You’re just fucking tight.” Dean grunted as he leaned forward over her and strove his hips closer. She clenched around him, forcing his introductory thrust to a halt before she relaxed enough to let him continue. Damn but she was right, and she was scary hot. The intense grip around his cock was a slick, high pressure furnace. “Gods damn, tight. When was the last…”

Strong legs hooked up behind his rump and tensed, pulling with such abrupt force the last inches of him were slammed into her and her back bowed up, lifting her rump from the bed as her body shuddered. Around his cock her depths clenched down hard enough to make him groan and he felt a hot spurt of wet, thick heat spatter into the fur of his groin and leak around the root of his cock. Amber let out a short series of chuffs and whining, stifled barks as her hands fell away and rumped up fistfuls of bedding. “Eleve… eleven… gods…” She managed to gasp and snarl as he simply stood there, leaning his weight into her, his cock unable to so much as twitch or throb for the crushing embrace around it.

After some long moments the pressure let up to swift, witching grasps along his length and her body slumped, a hiss of breath escaping her clenched teeth. Her legs did not let up their grip about his hips, though, so he did not try to draw back. At least he was about as far from orgasm as he could imagine getting, considering where his cock was fully buried, because of that intense, fluttering grip. “Ohhh, that was nice.” She breathed, dropping fully back onto the bed. She raised one hand and waved it in a couple of desultory circles. “Elven long, dry, empty fucking years riding out on blockers and suppressants.” She panted heavily. “Because my husband,” air quotes around that one, “was only attracted to the barely nubile set and I was too buried in my work to notice he was out enticing just-pubescents for a knotting.”

Feeling her legs letting up, sensing that the topic of conversation and the descent from her orgasmic high was pulling her mind away, Dean lurched back fully, almost entirely free of her, and slid himself into her with a single fluid, slow but firm, thrust. She belted out a short, snarling bark and her legs seized, slamming his gentle thrust home brutally, her tail coming up between his legs to press the hot, now wet underside against his balls. “Fucking… fucking… ohhh, yes.” Hands fisted into bedding again as Dean forced his hips back against the restraint of her legs, almost entirely once more, and let those legs set the pace for his thrust.

Immediate and intense, pulling him in with surprising strength. The sound of air escaping wetly past the tight constraint of her passage around him was a softer counterpoint to her sudden snarl ending in a wet, fleshy smack against her taut lips. Huffing loudly the wolf’s depths clenched down tightly around him, more slick warmth trickling down his balls. “Oh, yeah, that’s it.” She grunted as her legs relaxed fractionally and he drew back, feeling the suction about his girth as she let out a long, shuddering sigh. “It'd forgotten how gods damn good that felt.” Her legs tensed against his rump and drew him in again, slowly, languidly. The sensation of slick friction and the textures of her inner walls made Dean’s vision fog and his balls draw up but she was just so god damn tight he couldn’t get any further than that.

Dropping his hands to the rumpled bedding to either side of her hips he bottomed out, his balls resting against her for a moment before her legs relaxed again allowing him to draw his hips back. “After elven years I can guess.” He grunted as her legs tightened when he reached the halfway point and drew him slowly in again.

“Just… mhhh, yeah. Just let me adjust to that monster.” She breathed, eyes gazing unfocused toward the ceiling, her breasts rising and falling as she panted, dark nipples standing starkly from the deep fur that softened those soft curves even further. Legs relaxed and he drew back, a little more sharply, removing more of himself than previously before they tightened again. He slid into her again more forcefully, eliciting a grunting growl as those breasts jiggled a little and he felt her tighten with an abrupt flutter of pressure around him, her breaths juddering in rapid gasps as another orgasm rocked through her. “Fuuhhhhck. Yeah, like that. Harder.”

Her legs tried to stay him but Dean hauled back against their twitchy strength, almost all the way out, and plowed his hips forward. A slithery wet sound ending in a louder, wetter swat accompanied her whining grunt as he plowed into her and immediately jerked back before her legs could tense. Her passage was a chaos of clenching and fluttering, matching the hitching of her breaths as he drew his full length back and plunged forward again. A gush of warmth exploded against his balls as they smacked into her ass again, more surging around his girth to soak the hair of his groin and trickle warm and thick around his root. “Oh, ohhhh, yes.” She whined, grasping his forearms. “Harder!”

With a quick jerk, not measuring how much he had taken from her, he slammed forward hard enough to shift her on the bed, its feet making wooden sounds of protest on the floor. He watched her breasts jerk toward her chin briefly and her head bobbed at the force, a gust of breath escaping her lungs. Without pause he withdrew and hammered into her again, his own hands fisting the bedding as he bottomed out with another wet slap.

Again and again he drew and slammed into her, his own breathing loud and labored to accompany her huffing growls. She whined and snarled, distressing sharp teeth clenched tight behind uplifted lips, whiskers and ears flat back as her body rocked with each hammering blow. “Oh, oh gods!” She howled, voice hitching as he slapped wetly into her and making lewd sucking noises as he withdrew. ‘I’m… oh, gods, I'm cumming!” As if she hadn’t already, but this time it was beyond even those. She clenched down so solidly that, mid thrust, he found himself almost halted by the pressure, powering through the clench with gritted teeth as all sensation fled his needful erection. Her entire body locked up rigid, back arching and lifting her hips toward him, tail slapping his balls up and curving upward against his back as he felt a gushing flood of heat exploded around his girth. Fur bushed across her breasts, stomach, and shoulders as her snarl became something terrifying and fierce. He felt her depths clench mercilessly and flutter as he held that thrust deep within her, the pressure of her body trying to squeeze the blood from his erection. Just as he thought the embrace would ease enough for him to draw back it clenched again in a rapid series of fluttering clenches.

Then her body collapsed back down and her legs relaxed their deathgrip around his hips, allowing him to haul back. He hovered just with her for several seconds as the fluttering eased and then ever so slowly sank back into the smooth silken furnace of her body. “Don’t stop, man, don’t stop.” She panted desperately, her hands grasping at his forearms and her eyes drifted down to gaze predatorily at him without really focusing. “Not until you’ve filled me to the brim with your seed.”

He did not, hauling back sharply and easing in once again, her inner walls much more relaxed, allowing him to once again feel the delicious glide of her inner walls along his length. He varied his pace, sometimes slow and torturous, other times slamming into her hips so hard the bed protested. Twice more she chased away his impending orgasm with mind blowing strength grasping him in her own climaxes, the scent of their twinned lust becoming a palpable entity of its own filling the room.

He had no idea how long he managed to hammer at her delightful canine cunt but when he felt her beginning to rise to another orgasm denying clench around him he increased the speed of his thrusts to a frenzied pace. He needed to cum, the tightness of the bitch had staved it off for far too long and his balls were beginning to ache with the need of that release. Then, just as her breathing rose to another snarling crechendo he slammed in and down, her rising hips angling the spear of his length upward as she clenched.

And his cock tensed in time and, when she let out another grasping, grunting howl he felt the rush upward from his root and his mind blanked to white pleasure. He growled in time with her, hammering forward with each clenching jerk of his cock, and poured his own heat into the depths of her writhing, furry core. Her hands, grasping at his forearms, the bedding, his head, and then finally finding his shoulders pulled him down as they spent several long moments in a hot, shared orgasm. He could feel her release dripping from his balls, spattering his inner ankles as it splashed onto the hard floor between his feet.

Furry lips pressed hard against his own, hot breaths bathing his face as she kissed him, her teeth still clenched too tightly to let their tongues meet. Blunt claws raked at the back of his shoulders and shaky legs held tight around his hips, pressing against his backside as her orgasm rose with him and faded soon after he had finished pouring what seemed like months worth of pent up need into her tight, intensely heated depths.

As one they both slumped, her head falling back as her hips dropped and her hands left off clawing at his back to grasp his head and haul it down between her breasts. “Ohh, fuck.” She grunted, voice muffled by the fur against his ears. Dean felt himself beginning to soften, ever so slightly, wet heat flowing about his length within the still excessively tight embrace of her depths. They fluttered and shifted as she fought to regain her breath, the rapid thump and rush of the heart close to his ears loud in his hearing. “Oh, fuck that was wonderful, human.” Her hands released his head to stroke his back and sides. “I want more of that.” Her legs dropped away from his hips and he drew himself up, smiling as he gazed at those breasts he had not - yet, anyway - had the opportunity to enjoy. “Damps the fires so gods damn well.”

Dean looked up and chuckled, drawing his hips back and then pressing forward again, eliciting a hissing growl as he toyed with her heightened sensitivity. “Enough to get through that… uhhh… presentation?”

Amber’s head flopped to one side and she clumsily reached over to the night stand to pick up a cell phone he had not noticed in the unexpected introduction to his neighbor. He held it up to stare myopically at the screen. “Mmmh, oh yes. Still have half an hour.” She dropped the phone and flopped back. “But all I’ll be able to think of through the entire thing is how much cum is sloshing around inside me.” She shifted her amber-golden gaze down to she grinned toothily at him. “And how delightful it will feel trickling out into my fur while I'm looking at those clueless executives.”

Slowly she levered herself up, the change in position drawing him out as he straightened up. He slipped out with a slurping wet pop and his cock, still at half mast despite how well his balls had been emptied, and took a slight step back. One of her hands dropped to his groin though her eyes never left his, fingers still a little shaky from their tryst embracing his cock, stroking it a few times before dropping to fondle his sex soaked balls. “Maybe,” She paused to raise her hand and salaciously lick her now wet finger and palm pads. “Maybe stare at them while a human is under my desk cleaning up his mess.” She winked.

Dean’s jaw hung, his own mind still more than a bit foggy from one of the more monumental orgasms he’d had in recent years, and just gaped at her. The only time he ever got action was at conventions, often with old flames both female and male, though all of them human. Sure, the anthros were making inroads into the writing and convention scenes but he had not been approached by one with those intentions yet, nor had thought to approach them. Seeing his gawping deer in headlights stare Amber laughed a delightful, throaty, seductive chuckle.

“No, handsome hunk of a superbly hung human, I won’t do that to you.” She winked and pushed him back another couple of places so she could sit up fully. “Yet, anyway. My heat just started so… well… until I can get my physician to figure out where to get prescriptions around here I'm going to be one needy bitch.” Her gaze dropped and she reached out to stay him with her hands on his hips. Bending forward on the edge of the bed she dipped her muzzle down to his loins and began cleaning the mess they had made with that marvelous, hot tongue of hers. “Very needy.” She growled softly as she licked around his balls, her tongue more than long enough to reach all the way back and drag along the cleft of his ass, drawing up across his balls and along his shaft before circling his sensitive glans. As she finished she gave the slowly deflating tip of his cock a kiss.

Then she stood and gave him a positively crushing embrace, her chin resting atop his head as her large hands splayed across his back before dropping to grope his furless human rump. “I can feel all that lovely offering already quenching the immediate fire of need, but it won’t last long. Can I ask for more once I'm through with this damn presentation? It’s going to take a lot to quench these fires.”

“Um, sure.” Dean managed through the thick fur of her throat, his own hands dropping to her rump in turn, toying with the silken soft fur of their curves and the base of her lush tail. “Should I come back over in a few hours? I’ve got some work to do, too.” Not, he mused, that he would be getting much done at all, today. At least he was not one who believed in pushing deadlines, he had more than enough time and no one breathing down his neck to complete the work immediately. He felt her head turn from the top of his head.

“Noon? I can think of an absolutely marvelous lunch I would like to enjoy.” She chuckled warmly and squeezed his rump.

“Okay, sure, noon. I’ll make sure to have… something ready.”

Her hands stroked his rump a few more times before she stepped back and dipped her muzzle down to trace a soft lick across his lips. “Thanks, Dean.” She breathed softly, “Thanks a whole lot. You saved me a lot of… unpleasantness. And with so much pleasure.” Ending with a tickle of whiskers against his cheek and a soft peck on the lips.

Dean returned the kiss with a rakish smile. “Just being neighborly, miss Amber.”

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