Ripper and Swift - good neighbors
By Strega

Locally they were known as Horse Properties; big housing lots in the older part of the desert town, two and a half acres each.  Each sported a modest sized ranch house, some  trees and lots of open space often used, as the name implied, for the owner's horse or horses. A property this size took some upkeep and if a single person moved in, soon enough the trees would get a bit shaggy and the weeds would get out of control. Only a lack of rain kept the places from turning into forest. The most that grew around here was sagebrush and juniper.

Patty, though, had lived here since before her messy divorce and despite a full time nursing job she put a lot of work into the place. Her three sons often stopped by to help keep the place tidy, but most often she was there alone. She'd tried to find another companion but so far the best she'd done was Sheriff John and they simply had interests too different for compatibility. They tried to make it work but a year or two in they parted amicably, leaving Patty once more alone on the big property just as new neighbors moved in.

Now Patty, like most people hereabouts, was human, with often-frizzy brown hair that only kept the gray out thanks to visits to the hair dresser, but her new neighbors were anything but.

The sight of a pair of black-furred ears above the wooden fence was her first clue and Patty made her way across her little concrete patio with its goldfish pond and doghouse (currently without a dog) to say hello. She waved above the fence and gestured to the side where chain link allowed a line of sight and said hello to her new neighbor.

"Swift," the athletic tigress said. She wore a tight pair of white shorts and a top that barely covered her ample breasts, plus slippers and an earring or two. Striped fur was all she needed elsewhere.  

"Patty," she said in reply, and shook the padded hand over the fence. She saw the slits where claws might slide out but her new neighbor kept them neatly sheathed.

"And this is Ripper," Swift purred, and Patty took an involuntary step back as a hulking brown beast stepped into view. Its highest point was its arched back, a short but long furred tail hung down behind and the fangs and sharp white claws showed it was a predator of some sort. It was also heavier than her and Swift put together, powerful muscled and as high as its owner's waist. A lighter, almost golden brown stripe framed the beast's face in addition to running down each flanks while blotches of  yellow-white fur studded its neck like a necklace. "He's a wolverine."

"My goodness," Patty said.  "I had no idea they got so big."

"Oh, he is unusually large in many respects," Swift said with a wink, and scratched the wolverine's ears with her claws as he pushed his head against her hip. Ripper showed his fangs to Patty in a wicked grin and she found herself taking another step back.

"It must have been a fast sale," Patty said from two yards away. Tame as the beast looked she couldn't bring herself to step closer to the fence. It was the size of a middling bear and its huge snowshoe paws sported two-inch claws. "Bob put the sign up a week ago."
"Bob?" Swift tilted her head quizzically as she scratched Ripper's ears. The wolverine turned his head and to Patty's surprise only the pressure of the tigress's hand kept his nose from sliding up one leg of Swift's shorts.

"Bob Murphy," Patty said. "The man you bought the house from?"

"Oh, him," Swift purred, not taking the conversation very seriously.  "You know how it is, it all goes through real estate agents.  Sometimes you meet the owner only briefly."

Later Patty asked around, but no one seemed to know where Bob moved to. He put the house up for sale and one day a tigress and a wolverine were in it. Sometimes even a close neighbor could up and disappear on you. It remained that she now had two unusual neighbors, a sleekly muscled tigress and her pet wolverine.

Pet and lover, it turned out, because that very same day and not an hour after saying hello Patty was in her back yard weeding when a yowl and rasping growl came over the fence and drew her attention.  Unable to contain her curiosity she peered through a crack and found Swift on hands and knees on a futon pad Ripper used for naps and the wolverine atop her, gripping her scruff in his fangs and humping enthusiastically.

"Oh goodness," Patty muttered. She'd never seen such a display before and though she'd owned horses as a teenager and various dogs over the years it'd never occurred to her to fuck either.  Here was Swift, though, yowling and thrusting back against her feral lover as they had noisy and vigorous sex. With trees lining their yards and plenty of space between the lots the tigress's back patio was a nook suited to private trysts...unless you counted Patty watching from the other side of the fence.

Patty flushed, her fingers straying toward the waistband of her shorts, but just then Swift opened her eyes and looked right at the crack in the fence.  With a fanged grin she purred, "Room for one more..." before once more closing her eyes and leaning into the thrusts.

The tigress lowered herself onto her belly and Ripper pulled out before stepping forward to push his cock beneath her tail.  Swift let out a long yowl as the wet black shaft went up her ass and Patty recoiled in embarrassment, getting only a glimpse of it as she withdrew. Swift stopped moaning long enough to chuckle at her then the growl-and-purr started up again. It went on and on as Patty, still blushing, tried to concentrate on her gardening, until finally, many minute later, it concluded with a mutual snarl from the lovers.

"Seriously, though," came a purring voice over the fence a bit later, after the panting stopped, "You're always welcome."

After that Patty tried to ignore her new neighbors and the purrs, growls and assorted wet noises that came through the fence. Swift was polite enough to leave her be, save for the occasional suggestive glance.  Ripper wasn't.

Soon after that first meeting Ripper took his futon pad between his fangs and dragged it off the little concrete patio onto the dirt, which meant it was out from behind the wooden fence and on the other side of chain link fence from Patty's yard.  And as if by coincidence, whenever she was out in her garden and Swift wasn't at home, the wolverine would sprawl out on the pad and...show off.

Sometimes it was just a black tip bulging from his sunken-in musteline sheath. Sometimes as he dozed, or appeared to, the whole long thick shaft would slide out . There was a yellow-white stripe along his belly from just beyond his sheath to his balls and more than once she watched the white stripe retract as that ample shaft appeared. The more she tried to ignore him the more Ripper stopped pretending to do it by chance. 

He was interested, and she saw him snuffle and sniff whenever she, despite herself, blushed and tried not to look. He knew she was horny too, just too horrified by the very thought to do anything about it. It was increasingly obvious from watching the muscular beast's movements that he could come over the fence at will but he respected that barricade. At the same time he teased her. He didn't so much as glance at her, and in fact pretended to not know she was even there, yet in a week she saw him unsheathe a dozen times and lie there “dozing” with an ankle-thick shaft in plain view. If she wanted it, was the unspoken message, all she need do was ask.

One morning as she pulled weeds in her little garden he lay on his back, dark-furred balls facing her, and curled down over himself.  His thick pink tongue came out to massage his sheath and  the wet sounds reached her despite her best efforts to ignore them. As his sheath pulled back he opened his jaws and unapologetically began to suck himself. That whole long shaft disappeared beneath his nose and with a wet gulp he very blatantly deep throated his own tip.

"All right already," Patty grumbled. She looked up to find the wolverine's balls against his nose and he grinned around his cock before swallowing loudly. A rumble of pleasure oozed out of the beast as he tongued himself while pointedly not looking at her and Patty finally had enough.

"Fine," she said as she approached the fence.  "I know you can understand me." The wolverine gave her a questioning look.  "Don't give me that. I've seen Swift talk to you.  You want to show off, get over here and show off."

With a last long lick the wolverine disgorged his cock, which slipped back into its sheath as he rolled onto all fours. He took a look at how Patty positioned herself on the far side of the fence - at the gate but making no move to undo the lock - and reared up on his hindpaws. He was still hard as he pressed his sheath against the gap between gate and Patty reached through to grab it with both hands. She couldn't believe she was doing it but here she was, gripping the fur around a wolverine's beefy cock.

Ripper let out a feral growl and began to hump as she gripped down for all she was worth. She felt the sheath slide over his hard-on as he moved and she dug her fingers into the fur, holding on to a shaft as thick as her ankle. The pointed black tip appeared and disappeared as he thrust and Patty looked around, making sure no one was visible in the few gaps between the trees. The fence creaked and swayed, suddenly called on to support a humping wolverine as big as two strong men.

Jacking off a monstrous wolverine turned out to be tiring work and she looked up at the ink-dark eyes high above her.

"Don't dawdle," she said to a growling beast three times her size.  "I don't want anyone to see." With another glance around Patty leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his tip. Animal musk filled her nostrils as she did her best to lick and suck the too-large cock and yet her only complaint was it took two hands to hold on and she didn't have a third one for herself.

Ripper let out a vibrating growl and redoubled the speed of his thrusts. Only the fence and her grip kept him from unsheathing and jamming his cock down her throat, which was just as well as it was longer and thicker than a man's. He swelled still harder in his sheath as he pumped and he was either already almost ready to go off when he stood up or he was good enough to follow her orders.  All Patty knew was that not two minutes after she grabbed his sheath the wolverine let out a snarl and filled her mouth with thick strings of cum.

She felt his haunches shudder as he came and knew what was about to happen. It was spit or swallow time and since he was still spurting into her mouth Patty swallowed. Glutenous wolverine cum slipped reluctantly down her throat and she swallowed three times before the gush finally ebbed. 

"All right," she said as she licked the few escaped drops from her lips.  "I'm very impressed and all that, but you can go now." She reached further through the gap in the fence and rubbed his furry balls, provoking what sounded like a chuckle as Ripper dropped back onto all fours.

But he did not go.  A forepaw half as wide as her chest pinned her hand to the side bar of the gate, but gently. He looked pointedly at her other hand, which had slipped down into her shorts, then back up at her. The intelligence in those dark eyes was undeniable, as was the message he sent when a wash of pink tongue as wide as her hand came out and wrapped most of the way around his muzzle. He licked, leaving a sheen of saliva on dark fur, then looked up at her.

 There was a gate between them he could go over or even just break down, Patty knew. He did neither. Instead he sat down with his nose through the fence and showed her his tongue until she couldn't take it any more. With a frantic last look around to see if anyone was in sight Patty pulled down her shorts and backed up into that tongue. It was as long and muscular as advertised and Ripper turned out to know exactly what to do with it.

The next day Swift smiled past the fence at her as Patty blushed.  "Guess what I smelled on Ripper's breath last night." Then she leaned forward and sniffed. "Guess what I smell on yours."

Patty grimaced.  Brushing your teeth and using mouthwash only goes so far when your accuser has an animal nose and she'd swallowed quite a lot of cum, not to mention gotten the wolverine's musky scent on herself.  "It just sort of happened."

"It's all right," Swift purred.  She reached down and ruffled the wolverine's head fur.  "I know how he is. He will stay on his side of the fence, if that's the way you want it."

"But," the tigress went on, and reached over to slide her hand through the gap next to the gate, "That doesn't have to stop all contact." She swiped her padded palm almost the metal where Ripper's sheath pushed through, then smelled it.  "And it didn't."

"You don't mind?" Patty didn't mistake the tigress's friendly manner for a lack of threat. Swift could hurt her if she wanted, fangs and claws and superior strength. "He's your pet."

“He is not my pet. He is my friend.  He can be yours too." Swift considered the patio on Patty's side of the fence.  "If that fence there was just a little higher no one could see in there at all except from my side, you know."

"I thought about that," Patty said.  She picked up two flower pots and blocked the worst of the gaps.  "I can do more later."

She didn't have the ambition to do more just then. Just the way the wolverine looked at her got her hot again and Swift chuckled as Ripper stood up and hooked his forepaws over the top bar of the chain link fence. A thick black tip slipped through the gap next to the gate and this time Patty didn't kneel. Instead she pulled down her shorts and panties and backed onto it.

"How to make friends and influence people," Swift purred as Ripper began to hump. Patty let out a startled yelp as a ponderous thickness of wolverine cock pushed into her and almost, but not quite, retreated. She'd had four children and that left her able to take even an ankle-thick cock. Instead she grabbed the chain link with both hands as the wolverine mounted her from the far side. It was just as well that the fence and gate meant only about half his shaft was able to enter her.  That was, it turned out, already almost more than enough.

Good fences make good neighbors, goes the saying.  That can be true even if they fuck through it, it turns out.