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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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Foreword: Further evidence of just how weird my brain is, this entire story came about because I saw a picture of some green leaves this morning before leaving for work. My mind linked that to a hedge for some reason, then I thought of a silly situation where someone gets stuck in said hedge with people spotting them and coming over to have a bit of fun. This is the result.

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The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and the neighbourhood looked picture perfect. Penelope Simmons smiled and gave herself a mental pat on the back for a job well done; she was after all the head of the HOA in Sycamore Street. She ran a tight ship too, no blemish escaped her eye, not even a single leaf was out of place on the manicured hedges separating the properties. After all her hard work recently of organizing the canned food drive and having to deal with some lazy neighbours not doing their part, Penelope thought she deserved a morning of tennis with the hunky new young coach.

After finishing her French vanilla espresso and a decadent buttery croissant, the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel decided to have a nice hot shower to get her blood pumping in preparation for tennis later. Though even as she stepped into the almost scalding water, it still felt colder than the persistent heat which had been gnawing at her the last couple of days. It was such a pity that Gerald, her chubby Balinese feline husband, wasn't up to the task of satisfying her. He was older, too old to really get her motor revving these days sadly...not like that new tennis coach, rrf! Penelope was a devout Christian girl as well; she wouldn't stoop so low as to use mechanical devices to get her relief either, that just wasn't natural and shame on anyone that did! Even now she was fighting the urge to just simply let her fingers wander lower across her slight belly and beyond to touch herself. She was older, perhaps curvier than she cared to admit, but she kept in great shape she thought. Her breasts were a decent handful, her plush behind more so. That was just "more cushion for the pushin'" as she'd heard some young men comment when she'd walked by them one day. While their hungry gazes had been exciting, that didn't stop the older woman from turning around and putting them in their place and teaching them some respect! She knew everyone around her stared at her constantly, either with desire or just jealousy, so it wasn't really all that new to her, but still it was on the principal of the matter she did it.

By the time she'd finished showering and dried herself off, her heat was making a valiant effort to make its presence obnoxiously known. Checking her curled flicked up bob hair in the mirror, making sure it framed her cute, slightly chubby face and bright sparkling hazelnut eyes, Penelope was ready to head to the country club and feast her eyes on the young eye candy they'd hired as the new tennis coach. His pert behind and that bulge were hard to miss in those tight little white shorts of his, briefly Penelope wondered what the young stallion was packing.

Penelope was ready to impress. Dressed in her expensive custom pink cashmere sweater over a white tee-shirt and a short white skirt, which showed a scandalous amount of her lower thigh, she thought her tennis outfit was cute and stylish even. With her favourite silver tennis bracelet on her right wrist, a birthday gift from Gerald, and her matching silver Peach smart watch on her left, the Spaniel felt as chic as ever. She felt practically naked without her bracelet and smart watch, perish the thought of ever leaving the house without them! With her pink Head MxG 5 tennis racket under her arm, Penelope blew a kiss goodbye to Gerald as he sat at the dining room table, reading his morning newspaper and enjoying a cup of his nasty instant coffee. The old cat barely twitched an ear as his wife left the house, though internally he was just thankful for a few moments' peace and quiet. He wasn't really hard of hearing; he just couldn't stand the sound of her constant nagging.

The Spaniel made her way down her drive toward, her silver Mercedes SLK, humming "Material Girl" by Baahdonna, her favourite classic hit. As she stepped between her car and the trimmed hedge separating her property from the next, she swore she could hear talking. Not just talking, but they seemed out of breath, could they be...no, Tom and Mandy were members of her church. Surely, they wouldn't be sinning out in the open? She tried to ignore the sounds, even the faint hint of something else carrying through the air, she really did. But the burning need in her loins practically screamed at her to have even just a teensy little peek, what harm could possibly come of just looking?

Setting her tennis racket down gently against her car door, Penelope quietly tried to find a gap to see through the hedge. Damn Hector and his green thumbs! Her gardener had managed to make quite the formidable hedge, at least she knew she was getting her money's worth from the old mule. Again, that faint scent caught her senses, tempting her in closer like a siren's song. With growing curiosity, the Spaniel gently pried the branches of the hedge apart and tried to peer through, but still it was too thick for her to see. With a defeated grumble, she got down on her hands and knees to crawl forward, finding more success closer to the hedges roots as the voices grew louder. Soon she could see movement on the other side, as her hedge faced the private section of her neighbour's garden, she had an idea of what they were doing. Sure enough, Tom and Mandy were in their hot tub, and from the look of it they were nude! It wasn't even ten in the morning and those heathens were canoodling out in the open!

Penelope couldn't tear her gaze away from them however, watching as Tom fondled his wife's breasts barely hidden beneath the bubbling water. The Spaniel's tail began to wag in perverse enjoyment, she knew she shouldn't be privy to such things, especially with people she knew and considered her friends. When Mandy's head vanished beneath the edge of the hot tub and Tom's own rolled back with a groan, Penelope tried to cover her mouth and stifle a little surprised gasp. Only, she couldn't, her tennis bracelet seemed to be stuck on something and she could barely move her arm. With a grumble she tried to reach over with her other hand to free herself, but the strap of her Peach smart watch snagged on another branch as well! The more Penelope tried to wriggle and squirm free, the more that damned hedge seemed determined to grip and snare at her expensive custom cashmere sweater! Soon it felt like someone had dozens of hooks in her clothing and her wrists restrained, finding she was unable to move backward out of her hedge.

Worst of all, she couldn't even call out for help; that would just alert Tom and Mandy to what she was doing. That just wouldn't do, how would it look to the rest of the neighbourhood if the esteemed leader of their HOA was caught blatantly spying on her neighbours during a private moment? Great, she would just have to try wriggle her way out of this mess as quietly as possible, or at least wait until Hector got his lazy ass to work and could help free her. It seemed that hunky new tennis couch would have to wait. At least things couldn't get any worse...

Penelope's blood ran cold, she could feel hands on her behind, gripping and stroking her fluffy tail. She opened her mouth to yell at the pervert, but quickly silenced herself as she saw Tom's ears perk from even just her little squeak. She couldn't even tell whomever was groping her to stop without exposing herself! With all the jagged sticks poking at her from all over, the Spaniel couldn't even turn her head far enough to see behind her to identify whom the pervert was. The hands were large and rough, so it obviously wasn't Gerald. He'd not held anything heavier than a pen in the last decade thanks to his cushy position at the bank. No, this was someone that worked with their hands, someone whom did manual labour perhaps.

The Cavalier King Charles Spaniel bit back a needy whimper when the hand brazenly brushed down over her plush backside, beneath her short tennis skirt, which was currently doing a poor job of keeping her decent. Her hazelnut eyes going wide when they blatantly palmed right between her thighs, she didn't need to see the perverts face to know they were grinning. They could damned well feel the inferno within her panties, it was all she could do to maintain her decorum when they started to rub and press a thick thumb along her heated slit through the thin material separating her desperate need from the world. Soon she felt herself soaking the crotch of her panties as the pervert persisted in pestering her posterior!

How humiliating, she was stuck in a hedge with some unknown person getting intimately familiar with her...and she could feel herself getting hot and wet because of it. Penelope bit her lower lip when the person tugged her panties aside, pausing briefly as they enjoyed the view of her neglected little cunt before sinking their thumb between her pouting petals. God how she wanted to cry out, even just to move! But she couldn't, Tom and Mandy were...oh God, they were fucking right there a few feet away! The Spaniel fought hard not to groan as the thick digit worked in and out of her, somehow almost matching the motions of Tom's thighs as he bucked into his wife. The needy canine couldn't help but imagine it was her that Tom was fucking.

Her eyes went wide, the thumb was removed, but that brief moment of confusion and regret was quickly replaced by a starburst of pleasure before her eyes when something thicker replaced it. She could feel both the persons hands on her wide hips now, so that was definitely not their thumb inside her anymore! Fuck they were big, or were they? She didn't really have much to compare it to, she'd only ever been with Gerald. He was...average? At least she thought so, that's what he said at any rate. But then whomever or whatever was in her now, goddamn he easily surpassed Gerald by a length and a half. She was being filled and stretched in ways she'd never felt before. Sure, she and Gerald made love, but this...this was fucking. God, she loved being fucked, the way the strangers' claws scratched along her hips beneath her short skirt, their hips barely clapping against her plush backside while they tried to be as quiet as possible. But she was so damned aroused, she swore she could hear her sopping cunt being stirred by that thick fuckstick louder than a jackhammer.

Just as she felt her climax begin to grow, something she hadn't felt in ages, the cock inside her lurched and pulsed hard. Hot spurts of the stranger's seed began to fire off deep inside her, unprotected! Penelope suddenly snapped back to reality; a stranger was cumming unprotected in her during the peak of her heat cycle...she'd not taken her birth control because, well her and Gerald hadn't been intimate in months. So, what was the point in putting her body through that?

Though currently, she wasn't sure which was worse, the risk of being knocked up, or having been so close to her climax and suddenly being denied. The person behind her wiped themselves off on her behind before vanishing back into the unknown, where they'd emerged from. At least it was over now, she could deal with the mess they left inside her later when she got to the country club.

But it wasn't over, more hands were on her. This pair felt softer, smaller, more gentle as they caressed her plush wide behind. If she didn't know any better, she would've sworn another woman was caressing her backside. But then if that were the case, why did she feel another tapered length teasing between her slick folds and sinking deeper into her? As the next stranger began to take their pleasure from her trapped and vulnerable form, Penelope ran through the faces of the members of her HOA. There was a fox down the way, but he was gay. Surely, he wouldn't be the one fucking her right now? A feline, but no, she didn't feel any barbs either. It was both infuriating and exhilarating not knowing whom was fucking her like this.

Even though this next stranger wasn't as big as the first, he was still bigger than Gerald. Penelope watched as Mandy bounced in Tod's lap while her husband suckled at her breasts. God they were really going at it, just like the person behind her too. Oh no, not again! The Spaniel shuddered when the next person climaxed inside her as well, further adding to the mess the first stranger had left behind. At least they were done now, so maybe they'd be kind enough to help her get unstuck and let her get to the country club to clean up, Penelope hoped.

But it was not to be, no sooner had the second stranger withdrawn from her aching cunt, someone new took their place. She could tell this person was equine from the flare rubbing against her soaked pussy, also the way they stretched her out as they slowly pushed inside the married Spaniel's snug cunt. She knew there weren't any equines in the neighbourhood, so it was either a visiting guest, which was alarming in its own right. Or it was Hector, that Jackass...she'd seen the way he'd looked at her, she knew he wanted her, fucking pervert.

No matter whom it was though, they were by far the biggest of the lot. Penelope wanted so badly to whine, even bark in pleasure, but she couldn't. Mandy was facing her direction now, but thankfully with her eyes closed, as Tom gripped her tail and railed her hard from behind. The Spaniel nervously chewed at her bottom lip, hoping against hope that Mandy would keep her eyes shut, otherwise she'd definitely be caught! Especially with how the hung fucker behind her was thrusting into her quivering quim, her pussy had never taken such a pounding before, but she definitely would love to again, if only she knew from whom she'd received such a generous gift. Rough hands groped and spread her buttocks as the thickness pummelled her aching pussy, every thrust pushing her closer and closer to her twice denied climax.

When Penelope regained her senses, she felt a sense of relief. She'd climaxed so hard; she'd temporarily blacked out. Evidently, she hadn't screamed or made a sound thankfully, as Tom and Mandy were still fucking like rabbits in their hot tub. She felt the last few ebbing spurts of the equine deep within her, before they pulled back and let their spend trickle from the trapped Spaniels well fucked cunt and down her inner thighs. Penelope had never felt so full before, even without the equine's member inside herself, she still felt nice and warm with all the strange seed buried in her womb.

Again, more hands returned to her plush behind again. Penelope frowned, what the hell was going on back there? Were they advertising in the streets for random people to come fuck her or something? The Cavalier King Charles Spaniel's hazelnut eyes went wide as she shook her head in disbelief, the person behind her was gripping her plush buttocks and spreading her wide. At first, she was confused what they were doing. The rest had just hilted themselves in her and gotten on with it, but this person seemed to just be staring down at her. Then she felt it, the warm sliminess of what she assumed was their saliva. Again, she was briefly confused, she was definitely wet enough for them to fuck her already, thanks to her own climax and a few healthy deposits of other stranger's seed.

But that wasn't what they wanted, unfortunately for her. A hot smooth length ground between her plush cheeks, rubbing over her little winking pink star. Admittedly that didn't feel too bad, but Penelope knew she'd rather have them fucking her with that thick dick she could feel between her cheeks. Her breath catching in her throat a few times when their tapered tip caught at the little indent of her star, almost threatening to enter her unholy place. Thankfully, each time their member glanced off and returned to grind between her cheeks. "Motherfucker!" Penelope wanted to yell, but dared not to. Tom and Mandy were now outside the hot tub, with Mandy leaning against the side whhile he rut her from behind. She could see Tom's heavy balls bouncing and swaying with his efforts, just as the thick hot length behind her caught her little indent, but didn't glance away this time. The stranger slowly and firmly pressed their entire thickness slowly and deliberately up her shitter. Whomever it was under her tail, they were definitely canine. The trembling Spaniel could feel their fucking knot pressed up firm against her asshole as it tried to wink closed around the invader. She didn't need to see their face, but she could easily imagine the person smirking down at her as they fucked the head of the HOA up her ass. They weren't being gentle about it either, claws scratched at her wide buttocks as strong hips drove the thick shaft back and forth between her spread cheeks like a piston.

Again, she found herself going through the faces of her neighbours. Unfortunately, there were plenty of canines around whom could be performing such an ungodly act on her. But even then, who was to say it was even one of her neighbours? Penelope just didn't know, all she could do was try not cry out and alert Tom and Mandy that she was right there, getting fucked in the ass by a stranger while spying on them...

Jesus Christ, Tom...how long had he been fucking Mandy for now? It was no wonder she was always smiling, stupid bitch. Penelope growled, partly in jealousy from watching how that fat heifer was getting dicked down; how she could only fantasize of being fucked like that. Considering they were married; Mandy must be enjoying a good beef injection from Tom on the daily. If it wasn't for the thick cock making her little asshole burn while it was fucked, she'd have been able to imagine what it must be like being at Tom's mercy.

Thankfully the pervert fucking her ass didn't seem to be in the best of shape, Penelope could already feel them shifting and twitching. She knew it wouldn't be long before she felt that familiar rush of warmth deep inside her, the sooner the better, as far as she was concerned. Already she could feel how her butthole was aching from being stretched around the girthy member, no doubt she'd have a rather uncomfortable drive to the country club later. A sudden buck sheathed the entire canine rod up in her guts, making the Spaniel feel queasy as if she'd just been punched in the tummy. As uncomfortable as that felt, she was at least relieved when she felt the unknown pervert finally cumming inside her. His hips ground against her plush wide ass, his knot spreading her cheeks, as he emptied his nuts in the married HOA snob, his hand gripping her fluffy tail to tug her back firmly against his hips. He really was getting the most out of this situation, Penelope thought. Eventually though, she would find some small measure of relief when the canine finally retreated and withdrew himself from her aching asshole, with another lewd wet schlurp. The Spaniel was fuming though, not because it was over, but rather because she could feel his copious amounts of seed running down her inner thighs and messing up her freshly showered fur.

Penelope hoped that was the last of it, she didn't want to imagine what other perversions someone would lavish on her exposed and vulnerable behind if there was still more to come. Thankfully, as the sound of footsteps headed down her driveway and away from her, further relief came in the form of Tom finally giving Mandy a messy creampie.

"You left quite a mess under my tail, naughty bull" Mandy churred back at her husband, swaying her wide backside back at the panting bull while he dried himself off with a fluffy towel.

"You and me both..." Penelope snarled to herself, spotting the white mess trickling down between her bovine neighbours black and white patched cheeks. She honestly didn't know why Mandy seemed so thrilled taking it up the butt, either she was just a through and through sinner, or maybe Tom was just better at it than whomever had busted in her own backdoor.

Eventually Tom and Mandy wondered back inside their home, closing the curtains and locking the door behind them. With their yard empty, Penelope decided to risk trying to push through the hedge to their side and escape that way. If it was Hector that had sodomized her, she wasn't going to wait around and give him the chance for a second round. Thankfully, as she gently pushed through, her tennis bracelet and Peach smart watch managed to get unhooked from inside the hedge. Though her cashmere jumper would not be so lucky, the Spaniel winced as she felt the threads begin to pull. But she would gladly sacrifice it a dozen times over if it meant that damned canine didn't get to rearrange her guts again. Feeling a bit like a secret agent, the HOA snob crawled low beneath her neighbours' windows to make it back around to the front of their house. Eventually rounding the edge of her hedge and back to her own driveway.

She was tempted to just face Gerald and give up on tennis for the day, but she also needed time to think about what had just happened. With an ache under her tail, Penelope hopped into her car and headed for the country club showers to clean up.

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It had been a week since the "incident" and Penelope had noticed a certain change in people's attitudes toward her. Some of her neighbours seemed oddly friendly with her, though she could've just been imagining it. But as she sat at the head of the table and looked out across all their faces, she couldn't help but think she saw a few knowing grins looking her way. Perhaps one or two of these people had availed themselves of her posterior during her moment of crisis after all. Penelope only hoped they could move past it and forget what had happened.