Neighborly
By Onyx Cheetah

	A knock at the door violently pulled the opossum out of his sleep, his blankets wrapped around him keeping him from jumping up quickly. Even so he jerked himself hard as the unknown visitor banged on the door. Rubbing his back and groaning at the sudden soreness, he scanned his eyes around the room unsure of what the hell was going on until a second knock came. He looked at the clock: 3 am. Who the hell would be at the door at 3 am?
	Grumpily and a bit paranoid, Stray made his way to the door and looked out the peephole. The distorted face of a bird too close to the peephole, staring back as if he could see through it, greeted him. Groggily, he grunted and opened the door.
	“Heeeey neighbor!” This bird was too chippy for 3 am and Stray felt his frustration with him grow. He grunted in response. “Well, you had a package that was left in my mailbox, and I’ve been waiting to see you! But I never see you out and about! Soooooo…” More of that weird chirpy chippiness. It was way too much for him this early, the bird’s energy the total opposite of the should-be-sleeping possum. “So, I figured I’d bring it to you! I didn’t want it to go to waste! It says it expires in a few days! That wouldn’t be good!” 
	The poss continued to stare at him, more tired than anything. He didn’t know how long the bird had stopped talking before he had noticed, package outstretched in the birds’ talons. He looked down at the package and grabbed hold before quickly shutting the door on the morning bird without a word. Tossing the package onto the counter, Stray went back to his bed, to try to get a few more hours of sleep.

	The next morning the marsupial headed to the kitchen to begin his day. Closing the fridge door he noticed the package sitting there. The entire weird exchange from early this morning came back to him as if he was vaguely remembering bits of a strange dream he had forgotten. What a weird bird. Should probably at least see what was so important he had to wake me. Grabbing some scissors from a drawer the possum sliced at the box and pulled it open.
	A puff of putrid smell wrapped in a cloud of vapor extruded instantly, hitting him all at once. It was intense and overwhelming. His senses clouded and his eyes and nose watered instantly. He couldn’t see, his nose clogged with the scent and the only thing he could do was taste the awful vapor. Sputtering and coughing he collapsed backwards into his cupboards and dropped to the floor. He tried to call out for help, but no words would come out. He tried to pull himself forward, maybe he could feel his way to his door- but his arms and legs barely held him, his strength failing him. He began to cry to himself, unable to do anything more, hoping that whatever horrible thing that was causing this would eventually dissipate.
	He heard footsteps. Oh thank god! Someone heard something! They were slow though. Stray's fur stood on the back of his neck. This isn’t right, I need help! Why are you walking to me so leisurely?! He moaned and groaned trying to get some attention, but the steps continued their pace as they moved closer to him. He tried to open his eyes, painful as they were, as he felt the presence towering in front of him. All he saw at first was a blurry dark figure. He tried to focus his eyes at all, the figure unmoving, as if waiting for him. Eventually, with enough straining, he could see the thin yellow legs, and the outline of wings. It was the damned bird from the morning. What the hell was going on?
	The bird bent down close to the possum’s face, the air pushing towards him causing Stray to shut his eyes again in pain. The chippy-ness was gone in the bird's tone- a more sinister one replacing it. “You know, you should be nicer to your neighbor. I was just trying to help you out!” He squawked and started giggling. "Not that it would have changed this! I needed more product and you were always my next sale… but you pissed me off, so I’m going to make it extra difficult on you! I think forever 3 would be perfect! Yes, yes!” He seemed to begin to go off on a tangent talking directly to himself. The possum tried to gain any strength, any ability to call for help but all he could do was let out a pathetic whine. “What was that? You don’t want any control either? Perfect! Good idea tot! You’re going to make someone very happy!”
	Stray felt incredibly dizzy, his senses began failing even more, realizing he was getting yet another serving of whatever was in the box. His muzzle opened in one last attempt at anything, sound trapped inside as his consciousness left him.

	The possum stirred, finally starting to wake; his eyes still closed. He groaned, his body feeling as if his exhaustion from the night before never left him. He couldn’t believe the nightmare he just had. Stupid bird. Because of that stupid early morning visit he was haunting his dreams. He put his paws to his face and rubbed it slowly, rubbing his eyes as he finally decided to move. Opening them, he jumped. This was not his room! In fact, he didn’t recognize anything in front of him. He tried to sit up, reaching halfway to a sitting position before being stopped by an object around his neck, choking him and forcing him back down. He yelped as it stopped him. Reaching up he felt a collar wrapped around his neck. The poss grabbed hold of it and tried to pull, to rip it off with all his might. He whined and struggled, trying to find some way to get it off. No matter how much he tried he felt it stay locked in place. His feet, the same: trapped below, unable to move. Looking down as well as he could, he saw only his naked body- his gray fur diluted in the dark room.
	A door behind him closed shut. Stray had been unaware that it had even opened. A now way too familiar voice rang through his ears, back to the chipper version from the morning. “Oh good, you’re awake. I would have done this while you were out cold, but I couldn’t let you miss feeling it, not at all! Part of your punishment for being a dick to me.” He turned the corner and chirped, his wings flapping. He was now wearing a long white coat and dumb goggles, as if the bird was cosplaying being a mad scientist. Well, he wasn’t cosplaying the mad part, in any case.
	Stray grunted and coughed, his voice finally coming back to him. “What the fuck are you doing? Let me go!” He bit his tongue to avoid calling him a nutcase, just hoping that maybe he would recognize that he was an actual living being for one second if he talked. Instead he just chirped again, a weird look now grew in his eyes.
	“Let you go… of course I’ll let you go!” The bird tilted his heck neck craning out. “But, first we have a fun time coming! Well, fun for me! Always fun for me!” The bird's speech started to get quicker, more maniacal. He was really putting it on thick. If it weren’t for the very real pain he caused the marsupial earlier, Stray would almost think this was some kind of weird joke. “And, of course, gotta get my money first! Can’t not get that! It’s okay, if he bails then you’ll just stay with me!” The bird stood there in front of him, talking to himself, the tip of his dick slowly coming out to the horror of the possum.
	Stray stared at him for a few moments before beginning to shout: for help, or just screams, or even some begging- anything that he could get out of his muzzle as fast and as loud as he could. The bird cawed and chuckled, his dick slowly retracting back into its slit. “Oh, you could have made your last speech anything, but you’re really starting to turn me off, so I’m just going to get started!”
	The poss continued to scream, flail, and wiggle around, desperately trying to get away from the messed up avian. The smile on his beak continued to get more and more crazy, he tilted his head again before turning around to fiddle with some things on one of the tables around him. Stray pulled on the bed trying to just knock it over, something to give him a chance. If he got to the ground maybe he could crawl with his arms and pull himself away. Trying to roll himself he grabbed the sides of the bed and pushed his body from side to side harder and harder, but to no avail. His bed wouldn’t move. Resigned, he looked back and after a moment noticed the bird had disappeared. Frantically he looked around for him. 
That was when he heard the shriek above him. He only had one moment to look up before the bird was on top of him, his arms trapped under the bird’s feet, claws digging into the flesh to keep him from struggling. The bird held a vial in his talons, and with one hand he forced the squirming possum’s muzzle open slightly- enough to pour the liquid into. He felt it slowly flow into his mouth, the weird texture causing his tongue to dry out instantly. He felt the need to swallow as soon as it hit; his body begged to, just to combat the dry mouth, though his mind tried hard to keep him from doing it. Whatever this was, it wouldn't be good for him, especially from this maniac.
The bird held the possum's muzzle closed tight, talon digging into his skin as he held it together. The bird cooed, giving off a weird caring vibe of a parent seeing their kid struggle to eat. His now free second hand went over to the poss’ throat and he started to massage.
Stray let out a series of groans and whines before his body reacted. The throat rubbing and dry tongue was just too much, his body forcing the liquid down inside of him. His kidnapper jumped off him as soon as he was satisfied he drank it all, flapping in mid air to hover for a second before settling down on the floor near the victim’s feet. He picked up a clipboard and started asking the possum random questions- all which Stray couldn’t understand as a fire grew within him.
As the liquid flowed down into his body he felt heat all over: his throat, his chest, flowing to his arms, then tummy as it hit there. Then the fire hit crotch and legs and soon even his head. The heat grew and grew causing the possum to scream uncontrollably. The loud booming sound coming from his chest as he screamed began to tense, a higher pitch slowly erupting from him as he continued to scream. This scared him more and he kept screaming. He felt his paws and arms tense up and felt as if a giant pressure pushed into every bone in his body, like someone taking hold of two parts of his body and smashing them together with unbelievable strength. He begged for the bird to stop it, looking at him through teary eyes as he did. The bird gave him his answer silently, his erection standing tall as he watched.
He squirmed and wiggled hard. He didn't know what part of him to grab to try to calm the pain, the heat and the pain kept pulsating through him: a constant pressure and release just rolling through his entire body. Even his muzzle felt like it was being pushed into him tighter and harder. His squeaky screams pierced through the “lab.” He heard a noise and looked over to see the bird masterbating to the pain he was causing him, standing over him. He looked so much larger than he had just moments before. The possum was unsure why, but the bird seemed giant. His cock towered over him. He sobbed, wishing for the pressure to finally end. He felt himself begin to fade, the pain being too much and with one final hard long pressure in his crotch, feeling as if his balls got kicked so hard that they went back inside him. He howled and screeched. The bird knew exactly what had happened as he started to cum over the poss. The now giant bird-dick able to cover his entire body with the sticky bird seed.
Then the pain was over.
Stray felt the throbbing remnants of pain all over his body, sore as if he had just worked out for hours, but at least the pressure was finally gone. He panted, still sniffling through tears. The bird chuckled, walking off and away leaving his victim alone for a bit.
The marsupial started wiping away his tears, the goopy bird cum grossing him out as he wiped. But he couldn't focus on that, this had to be his chance if he were to get away! He pulled at the collar again, and to his surprise it slid off over his head this time. Pulling his legs, they also became free. He felt exuberant. He could get out of here, away from this hellish bird, and whatever the fuck he was trying to do to him.
Turning to the edge of the bed to climb off he gasped, he was so far off the floor. He didn’t understand. He looked around for a release to lower the bed, but found none. He didn’t even remember it being raised. Then again, he didn’t remember a lot through the pain. He climbed over the edge, feet dangling below. He dropped down with an “umph” as he fell onto his butt. Whatever the mad scientist had given him caused his motor skills to drop. Not quite to drunk levels, but he felt like his body wasn’t fully able to control itself.
He stood up on his feet-paws, his balance a bit wobbly. Gripping the bottom of the side of the bed, he used it to help him walk over to the other side of the room. As he reached the other end of the bed he looked toward the closed door. It seemed so big, and the knob seemed even taller than the bed. He whimpered and whined and tried to waddle his way to it. His balance gave out, dropping him to his paws and knees. The possum crawled as fast as he could- even if this was an embarrassing way to get there at least he’d soon be out. He reached for the door but out of the corner of his eyes he saw something. 
Stray turned his head to the movement he saw and saw a little opossum staring at him. A little toddler; couldn't have been more than three years old. He gasped. He saw the tears in the marsupial’s eyes and a horrific disheveled look of pain and fear. The bastard had a little cub in here as well! He started his way towards the tot, to go help the little cub when he realized the poss was following his movements. He crawled forward a few more steps before it dawned on him. That little toddler was him. A mirror showing him just what he looked like now. He sat down, dumbfounded, staring back at the figure in the mirror.
His muzzle drooped down in shock, the cub in the mirror following suit. It was unbelievable. His head hurt just thinking about it, his brain unable to comprehend. He sat down on his bare ass, finding a puddle of piss under him from the shock of it all. It didn't matter though, he could only focus on one thing and he just stared at himself. It almost broke him. Everything was wrong, he wasn't himself. 
He heard a heavy door open and close, triggering him out of his stuped state. Blinking, he remembered he needed to get out of the place. He had to try. He grabbed at the door, but in his stunted state he couldn't reach the knob- even on his tiptoes. He could hear two voices. One was the bird having polite conversation, the other was familiar to him as well. The possum tried to call out, maybe it was a friendly voice, but it was as if his thoughts and his mouth didn't connect. His speech coming out garbled like cub speak. The overwhelming stress of it all caught up to him. He couldn't do anything to save himself. Plopping on his bottom again, he started to cry.

Knocking on the door, Butch almost had second thoughts. The tiger had been nearing a mid-life crisis and as the months went on his desire to achieve his dreams constantly weighed on his mind. He had a severe crush on his younger friend, a friend barely out of college, and whenever they finished hanging he would just occasionally watch him for a bit after he thought he'd left, tiger sitting and enjoying the sight of the possum living life just normally, daydreaming about making him his mate one day. It was stalkerish behavior, but they were good friends, so it didn't really hurt- at least that was what he told himself. He still felt guilty after doing it, especially if he jerked off in the car while he did. 
That was how he met Tilly. The tiger had just finished exploding in his pants when the blackbird knocked on his window. He thought it was all over for him the second he heard that first knock, but the bird didn't mind his perviness, in fact he was encouraging, happy to see someone else give into desires. He just offered some advice, and then physically showed him a better way to hide his car from onlookers- at the public park. 
He couldn’t believe the things the bird said as the two jerked off together in his car, now hidden from anyone else yet in the perfect area where they could still see everything. Each and every wild word coming out of that beak drove him insane, his dick throbbing with need as he told Butch what he'd done to people, including various cubs he had taken from this very park in the past. The tiger moaned and nearly shot his load as the story finished, watching the pervy bird staring at cubs playing in the playground, his dick twitching in his hand. "I'll find one special for you! Maybe a possum to remind you of your friend. It'll be a special relationship! You'll be the cub's new daddy and your poss friend will join you. I'm sure he will!"
That was enough for him to release, his body spasming and twitching as his dick followed suit. Glob after glob of the tiger's seed just pushed through the fabric of his pants. It had been his biggest load in a while. As his mind cleared with post-nut clarity, he blushed. He couldn’t believe what he just came to, yet… a bit of desire remained. As he watched the bird explode all over his dashboard, he was sure that he wanted to explore the notion again. To meet up and paw off to the naughtiest, perviest thing he could imagine, and to explore the bird's horrifically dirty idea more.
Now it led to this. He could just run away, but the idea ate at him. He wasn't getting younger and didn't want to have more regrets. When would he ever have another chance like this? He knocked again and the door quickly opened, his pervy birdy friend ushering him inside fast.
The tiger instantly smelled the arousal and fresh bird cum scent he had grown to know over the past few months. He blushed and stammered, thinking he must have already used the cub. 
"I'm glad your pervy ass could make it, was afraid you'd disappear and I'd be stuck with a tot." The bird teased, causing the tiger to blush, contrasting the normally stoic look of the buff tiger.
"I-is he here? You found one? How will their parents not come after us? How will-" The bird placed a talon up to the tiger's maw to quiet him.
"Don't you worry, no one will be looking for him, you have my word on that! And for proof of that, and a lil surprise-" he winked and grabbed a USB sitting on a table and handed it to the blushy tiger, "watch this later on tonight. I'm sure it'll make you cum as hard as I did."
The tiger gulped and nodded, still blushing as he shoved the thumb drive into his pockets. The bird didn't say another word as he turned from him and began walking towards the back of his house. Butch stared at the bird, watching him for a moment before following behind. 
The tiger could hardly contain himself, his dick bobbing in his loose pants. The bird had told him that he would only get a cub if it perfectly matched his love. One he could try raising with his love, or one he could use as if he was fucking his love. Either way, when he got the call this morning he canceled all his plans and ran out the door. Now he was here. He swallowed as the pervy bird opened the door. He heard sniffling and almost felt bad for a moment before he saw the sniffling critter.
His mind turned off instantly. It was an exact match, down to the slight fur color changes in the exact places. His dick ached and throbbed inside his pants, feeling unbelievably hard. The little naked and cum covered toddler looked up at him. The cub's eyes almost seemed to say he recognized the tiger behind the tears, but it was probably just recognition that he wasn't the adult that abused him just a few minutes ago. 
The hopeful look turned to dismay as the possum saw the hard-on pointed out towards him through the tiger's pants. His sobbing started once again. But it didn't matter to the big cat, the possum would learn to love it eventually- just like he would do to his love one day.
The bird watched, his own member slipping out of his slit again. The tiger didn't need any more help. He was headed straight for the possum, sliding his pants down. 
The cub started to crawl back, trying to get away from the huge, horny tiger. The bird flew quickly over to stand in the little creature's way. 
Stray gasped as the creature again came from above. He froze and whimpered, closing his eyes, waiting for the talons to dig into him. Instead, he felt large paws wrap around him- large enough to cover his whole body and flipping him over to face the tiger. He looked up to his friend through tear soaked eyes, begging him to stop (though only babbling incoherently). The mad bird must have done something to his friend, he wouldn't be like this. He couldn't. 
He felt the bird grab his arms as the tiger let go of his midsection. He cried out harder, tears flowing from his eyes. The tiger lifted his legs. His bare butt and his now-tiny balls and sheath on display for the large predator. His friend leaned down into the possum's crotch, the cub screaming in response. What if the bird would make his friend bite his dick off?! He squirmed hard and continued to scream out until he felt a wet nose against his taint, sniffing hard and moaning. Stray instantly went silent. He didn't know how to react to his friend just inhaling his scent. He stood still until he felt the tongue, the rough tiger tongue press into his now tiny tailhole. The possum squirmed harder, the pressure and the feeling incredibly weird to his new tiny body. The tongue explored deeper and deeper into him. He squeezed his hole, but the intruder only wiggled deeper. 
Stray felt a drip on his head and he looked up to see the blackbird's massive dick throbbing above him. He wanted to just hit the awful bird in his sensitive areas for doing this to him and his friend. It disgusted him how he was getting off to it. The two of them would get out of there sometime, he couldn't control the tiger forever! Then they'd fuck him up massively! Or well, Butch would. He didn't know how he'd get back to normal, but the tiger could-
A huge pressure pushed against him, breaking his thoughts. He looked down towards his nethers and saw the tiger lined up with his hole. His eyes went wide and, with a mix of the pressure and the fear of what was to come, Stray screamed again.
Butch on the other hand was in heaven. The smell and taste was just as he imagined his love would be like, and it was in a cub that was all his to use. He couldn't hold back any longer. As he pressed to the cub hole his lust grew deeper. He didn't even notice the screaming, he just felt fireworks all over. He leaned in and began to kiss the bird that made this all possible, their beak and muzzle intertwining as his tip pushed past the impossibly tight hole lubed only with the tiger's saliva.
An ear-piercing scream filled the air, ignored by the pair molesting him. The dick just pushed in deeper and deeper as they kissed. Bird pre-cum coated the cub, occasionally dripping into his muzzle as he squirmed and screamed.
Butch gave out a pleasurable sigh as he hilted the tiny body below him, breaking the kiss. The bird cooed and smiled in response. The possum had no more fight left in him: screams stopping, no longer squirming. He was defeated, the bird could make the tiger do what he wanted to him. 
"Go on pervy tiger, use the cub like you would the friend you love, just like you would rape Stray if you had the chance." The bird's words dug into the abused mind of the possum. Would rape Stray if you had the chance… He was doing this free of any control. His friend would abuse him and would abuse a cub of his own free will. Tears flowed silently as the tiger began to fuck the defeated possum. 
The bird looked down at the marsupial, smiling at him and giving a wink. He let go of the cub's arms and forced the muzzle open, sliding his throbbing bird dick into the maw, Stray's brain finally having enough as he began to disappear mentally into himself.

Hours later, Butch slid the USB into his TV, the cub in just a diaper, asleep in his arms. After the intense sweaty day he had, he couldn’t blame him. He couldn’t wait to show Stray tomorrow and ask him to co-parent. As he leaned back ready to watch the video of the bird enjoying the cub for the first time, he placed his hand on his dick and started to rub. But instead of seeing the cub he was treated to a picture of his soon-to-be-mate Stray locked onto a table. He watched wide eyed as he was forced to drink some foreign substance, his dick sinking back into its sheath, unsure at what he was watching. He stared as the opossum began to shrink into the form of the cub in his arms. 
Once the video had ended he sat there for a minute dumbfounded. Butch had been using his love all along. His dick grew back, throbbing hard as he went through what exactly that meant. Stray wasn't his soon-to-be-mate, he was his cub. To use, to enjoy, to love. All his, forever.
He popped the diaper tape over the possum's tail, pulling it open and giving him access to his tiny tailhole, the tiger lining himself up. The little cub roused from his sleep and whimpered, whining, hoping the nightmare was over. The tiger smiled. "You're mine now, Stray. I love you." 
Stray's eyes went wide. He begged but all that came out were cubby babbles. Bruce pushed himself into the little possum's very abused tailhole quick and hard, the forever little toddler screaming.