Like A Good Neighbour...

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Smiley is back, and up to his usual shit! In this follow on from Neighborhood Watch , our dear big-fang kitty has uh, got himself in a legitimate accident with his Neighbour, but what better way to be a good neighbour than offering to fix the damage himself?

To the car that is. Lord only knows how Smiley would go about fixing this broken ass neighbourhood...

Shenanigans ensue. Smiley is so much fun to write, and I really ought to get art of him soon! Until then, read on and enjoy!

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Like a Good Neighbour

By Isiat Squire Carcer

Maverick wasn't beyond apologizing for actual mistakes.

Perhaps that was part of what made Smiley, while an asshole, an honest one at least. And perhaps that was slightly better than just the regular breed of asshole that tended to live around these ritzy, white-collar neighbourhoods. The bulky, dark-pelted smilodon at least could own up to his genuine mistakes.

Not mistakes he meant to make, mind you, like shamelessly fucking his next-door neighbour's wife into the carpet when he'd interrupted her hookup with a coyote from down the road.

No, that he'd absolutely meant to do, and done several times since while her hornless stag of a husband was too busy with his banking and spreadsheets, Maverick would sneak over to their home and play spread out on the bedsheets with his wife. Pregnant bitches fucked best, and the slutty doe housewife was no exception, especially when she was squealing and cumming her brains out on his barbed sabertooth cock. It had been an accident he'd caught her with the coyote, not that he'd fucked her afterwards.

Genuine mistakes, like accidentally backing into Josh's... Jackie? Jerimiah's? Fuck, it was something with a J. He'd hit his fancy little European commuter when a stray ginger cat had dashed out behind his car as he'd pulled out onto the street.

It was bad enough that most of the folks in their cul-de-sac despised Mav for shamelessly portraying himself as an unapologetic, lecherous feline. Ex-army ranger all the way. Caving all of his prudish neighbours' teeth in when they pissed him off would have been too easy.

It was bad enough that they looked down at him from upturned noses because he dared not be as prudish and pure as they were. Hell, it was bad enough they judged him for having a pair of females who clearly weren't his non-existent wives stay at his home regularly while they all fucked each other into his carpet. Loudly.

He wasn't even going to start about the whole debacle with the sex swing in his backyard.

Of course, Johnny didn't usually park on the street, and Mav, trying to dodge pussy for once in his life, had swung hard around in his Jeep. The crunch of metal on metal had made him wince.

The alarm on the BMW had started a moment later, and drew the whole neighbourhood out from their doorways and Sunday brunches to look at the commotion.

The damage actually hadn't been that bad. A popped headlight and a dent that could be easily fixed. But, Jamie had been pissed, which, in hindsight, Maverick supposed, was fair. Car repairs were a bitch. And not the wet and ready kind.

"... and you weren't even looking! Now the damn thing won't even start, and you, you arrogant fuck! Oh, I am going to press charges and see that you pay for this!" The furious buck rambled on, looking between his car and Smiley with equal frustration. Mav reached up and ran a paw through his whiskers, frowning as his fingers trailed down across his elongated fangs.

"I'm sorry James." Mav used his actual name for the first time since meeting him, running a paw across his chin and the points of his elongated saber fangs. "Look, I'll cover this, and get it all fixed for you. Hell, I can even do it myself in an afternoon. Let me have a look at it, and order any parts. I'm not the asshole all of you seem to make me out to be, and this was an accident."

The buck seemed to recoil in horror at that, his face turning red as he prepared to launch another verbal triad against the smug Sabertooth.

"James, dear, please! It was an accident. Look! I caught the culprit." A sweet, lilting voice interrupted before he could begin.

Bless her heart. Janet was a good little wife. The brown and white spotted doe approached in her pretty yellow sundress, clutching a squirming ginger cat against the top of her swollen, pregnant belly. The feisty thing hissed and squirmed more, but the doe just tightened her grip on its scruff, making the feline go as limp as a rag doll.

"See? Nobody's at fault, except for this little cutie." She made googly eyes at the squirming stray, who let out a low mrowl of displeasure. "If he can fix it, we should let him James. This was an accident, and I'm sure Sm-" She paused, squeaking, and threw the cat. Maverick raised an eyebrow, turning to look at the doe as she nursed her arm. The cat had dashed away into the neighbour's hedgerow, stopping long enough to hiss at them across its shoulder before the ginger bastard disappeared between the branches.

Mav had to bite his tongue, his lips curling into a grin beneath his elongated fangs. He sucked in a breath and made his expression as neutral and apologetic as he could before Jackass turned back to him.

"She's right. It's the least I can do, please. I might come off a bit rough, but I promise I'm not some giant asshole."

Janet looked at her husband with what he could only describe as kitten eyes, reaching out to grab his hands in her own.

"Please? Let's not make this a bigger issue than it already..."

Smiley had seen angry honey badgers who looked less pissed off than the buck did at that moment. Not that he was concerned, of course. If anything, he was trying not to grin as the small, hornless male turned a vivid shade of red.

Finally, the deer let out a sigh.

"Fine! But if anything, and I mean anything doesn't work, you'll be fronting the bill for a proper mechanic as well!"

Mav just smiled, nodding as he made a quick cross of his heart with his thick fingers.

"Wouldn't expect any less of myself. You won't regret it, I promise."

Still furious, the buck turned and stomped back towards his house, already pulling out his cell phone, ranting into the other end as he told the bank he'd be working from home today.

Mav turned as the crowds went back inside, now not even trying to hide his smug, toothy grin as he brushed against Janet's side, one paw slipping down to cup a paw full of her plump behind, his claws digging into her ass before he gave her a quick spank for good measure. She squeaked, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink as she huffed.

"I know that cat didn't scratch you, you little slut... But Jeremy certainly wouldn't have approved of you calling me by a more cordial nickname like Smiley, now, would he?" He growled darkly, his tail swishing as he sauntered past to collect the towing cables from his Jeep.


To the prey's credit, their house had a two-car garage, beautiful lighting, and a complete pegboard and drawers of mechanics tools that looked like they'd never once been used. Hell, some of it was still in the original packaging. Mav brought his own tools anyway. He'd have trusted his battered old torque wrench more than whatever generic brand that Julian had paid his pretty penny for.

And just looking at the BMW, it quickly became clear that the deer was... Not an engine-minded individual.

The small dent at least had been easy enough to fix. Suction and muscle power had it looking brand new, and a quick pass from the paint pen stashed in the glove box cleared up the thin line of silver where his Jeep had scraped it off.

But there were a host of other problems, and Smiley had already had to make two trips to the auto shop and back as he'd found new ones.

At least the check engine light wasn't on anymore.

He flexed his shoulders, working bare-chested in the cool garage. He'd gone ahead, checked and tightened down everything, ran a cleaning on the fuel injection system, hell, he'd even taken a rag and cleaned everything from the covers to the pipes and all along the exhaust as well.

In a way, the work was almost cathartic. His cell phone resting on the bench kept the garage filled with a steady background of old, early 2000s tunes and rock, and he found himself bobbing his head to the beat as he slid back under the fancy little sedan, humming along as he worked.

He'd spent most of his first tour with the Army under HMMWVs in the desert, the indispensable Humvee, fixing up their janky, ghetto shit that they'd dragged into service from national guard stocks. Duct tape, engine grease, pimping porn mags for spare parts, and bribing Headquarters & Supply company NCOs for LSA to lube the MK19 on the roof. If it didn't fall apart after the first 20 miles, it was deemed good enough.

Shit at least had been simple. There was an expectation that everything would break the moment you looked away, and it was always a pleasant surprise when it fucking didn't.

This fancy European motor's crap? There was an expectation that it would work as intended, and it was infuriating when it fucking didn't, because of course they wanted you to use their mechanics, with proprietary parts and tools and...

Mav snarled, furrowing his brow as he gave the torque wrench a yank, pulling it free with a loud clang as it bounced across the floor of the garage. He cursed loudly, tail lashing, and in a fit of anger, only narrowly avoided striking his head against the skid guard.

"Fuck's sake... Stupid damn-"

His music paused suddenly. He heard footsteps.

"Oh, come on, fucking... Hey, don't mess with my phone!"

"Oh, here Maverick, I'll get that tool for you!" A soft voice answered his cursing. Twisting beneath the jacked car, he watched Janet's dainty hoofs clip-closing across the concrete floor, before she crouched carefully, one paw cradling her swollen belly, and picked up his tool, before she delicately placed in his outstretched paw sticking from beneath the car.

"Thanks... Jimmy get sick of having you around or something?" Mav grunted and went back to tightening up the bolt he'd been working on.

"James, Maverick." She corrected him quietly. "Oh, uhm... Actually, he asked me to come and ask you to turn your music down. He's having trouble focusing."

Mav's head fell backwards onto the rolling carriage beneath the car with a sigh.

"Oh. Huh... Of course, he fucking did. Figures... He's got a garage of untouched tools, and no taste in music either." He sighed and quickly moved on to the next thing in need of screwing, the quiet ratcheting of the tool now the only sound in the garage.

"Sure, whatever. Just leave it. If he's gonna be a prude, I'll find some headphones. Least I can do after breaking his car, fucking his wife, and cucking the poor, ignorant deer." He chuckled, and he could feel Janet's blush without even seeing her face. He grinned smugly, taking a deep chuff. A purr rumbled from his chest.

"Why don't you tell him I'll be done soon, and then he can piss off so you can swing by my place in the afternoon before he gets back with that sweet little ass of yours? At least one guy ought to take care of your needs. I can smell it, you know? Even with all the oil and grease and dust."

Janet huffed quietly but didn't even try to correct him or deny it. Her feet shuffled awkwardly like she was pressing her thighs together indecisively. Mav decided to push his luck. It wasn't like the doe was going to tell her dear hubby a damn thing.

"You know, it's amazing he's got such a blunt nose. Any predator would have pounded you into your bed before they let you go. Would have saved me having to fix his car if he'd been two minutes later out the door. Isn't that meant to be a wifely duty? Taking care of your husband's needs? Feels like you're more of the 'Love your neighbour' sort if you ask me...."

"Maverick, you shouldn't... I... We shouldn't..." She stammered, huffing. He'd flustered her. Good. He liked having her wrongfooted. Hell, she did it to herself without him even needing to break a sweat often enough.

"I-I should go." She stammered after a moment.

"Door's right there sweet cheeks." He gestured with his paw vaguely towards the back of the garage.

Janet didn't leave at once as he'd expected. Instead, she walked to the door leading to the living room, the same living room where he'd first caught her with the coyote from down the road, and fucked her on the floor until she squealed like a whore.

Then she closed it.

There was a soft 'snip' as the deadbolt slid into place.

Mav paused, turning his head to the side, looking out past the back wheels of the sedan while Janet's slender, doe feet marched back around to the edge of the garage. His music started up again, filling the space once more with the sound of guitars, perhaps a little louder than before.

"What are you playing at Janet?"

She made her way quickly over to where his waist and legs were hanging out beneath the engine and set her hands on his hips. They made short work of his belt.

"Do you want it or not, Smiley? James takes care of other needs, but not this one. Not like..." She paused and heard her bite her lip and moan softly as her hand slipped beneath his boxers, fondling his thick and plump sheath.

"Not like you, and I hate it. I hate you for it, but I can't help myself."

"Got a thing for predators, don't you, slut?" He rumbled, but reached down quickly, seizing her slender wrist in his comparatively massive feline mits.

"You can have it while I finish up. Grab me the oil pan over there so I can drain this. You can drain my balls while I'm at it." He growled the gruff command, grabbing the tray as knelt at his side and slid it down beside the working smilodon. He undid the oil plug with his socket wrench while the doe's paws made short work of bunching his boxers and trousers around his thighs.

His pink prick throbbed, the barbed feline head of his cock poking free. It wasn't left in the cool air of the garage long. Her muzzle quickly engulfed his prick, and Smiley grunted as her tongue swirled and plucked at his sensitive barbs. Every throb of his shaft made it swell further, and she wasn't left waiting for long before he'd grown to his full length in her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat.

She swallowed the smilodon's cock like a champion deep-throater, eagerly slobbering and gulping around the musky maleness filling her muzzle. She gave a sweet little bleat of pleasure as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock, letting her tongue wrap around his shaft before dragging it from his sheath to his tip.

"Jesus, fuck... Eager bitch, aren't you? Taste another whelp on me yet once you're done with the one you're cooking?" He growled, rolling his hips to thrust into Janet's blunt muzzle, salty feline precum coating her tongue and messily dribbling from the corners of her lips.

She was such a good little cheating slut, absolutely unwilling to stop doing exactly what she wanted as long as she got off. Her poor husband might have been suspicious, but Janet certainly wasn't going to kiss and tell.

Not that she'd fucked the coyote down the road.

Not that she'd fucked him almost daily.

Certainly not that she'd fucked him and one of his girlfriends on more than one occasion now.

And even if the little cervine growing in her swollen, pregnant belly wasn't his little bastard, she certainly wouldn't tell her husband that she was still going out of her way to fuck the lecherously grinning smiledon.

Poor Jordan was the perfect little cuck husband and didn't even know what a whore his wife had become for cat-cock. While he was busy inside doing banking crap, his wife was busy guzzling down Smiley's prick like a cheap, gas-station whore.

"Ahhh, good little prey-slut, aren't you?" He chuckled a deep, throaty rumble. Janet tried to nod for him, her eyes closed as she near-choked on the saber-tooth's girthy cock, trying to take him all the way to the hilt again.

She had one hand bracing herself against the floor of the garage, the other supporting her swollen belly. Her little dress modestly had bunched underneath her, but from this angle upon her side, he could tell the slutty housewife didn't have a shred of clothing beneath the dress, including her now swollen, milky, new mother tits.

His throbbing tool gave a jerk between her lips as she pulled back, and Maverick grabbed one of her ears to pull her off of him entirely.

"Alright slut-wife, that's enough snack for you. You can either ride me like that, or I can fuck you over the passenger seat. Your choice." He grunted from beneath the car, releasing her ear so that he could finally finish removing the plug he'd been so distracted while removing. He pushed in on it just as it came loose, stopping the contents of the oil reservoir from all spilling out at once.

By the front of the car, Janet shifted carefully, placing her hands against the engine grill so she could steady herself as she crouched over his waist carefully.

Even over the smell of the engine block and cleaning agents and oil that dominated the garage, there was another scent, stronger, more pressing, that drove to the front of his mind, while triggering those most primal instincts in his almost feral hindbrain, the ancestral, primitive urges of a thousand years of evolution. Hunt. Eat. Sleep.

Lust. Fuck. Breed.

She'd never admit it, but poor Janet was as much a whore for his barbed big-cat cock as the Dalmatian and Coyote bitches sleeping at his house were. The thick, veiny pink prick jutted up lewdly, trailing a streak of precum down from his tip and barbs until it rolled messily into the fur of his sheath.

Janet huffed, the pregnant, white spotted doe holding herself squatted above him, until with a quick flicker, she threw the front of her dress over his exposed stomach, baring her pretty pink and swollen cunt to his cock beneath the thin cover of modesty. Ha, as if there was any modesty to what they were doing. She bit her lip, shuddering above him with need.

"Easy bitch. You think you can keep yourself from moaning and letting Jimmy on to the fact you've been letting the neighbour fuck you silly?" Mac growled, grinding his hips upwards to press the tip of his barbed bitch-breaker against her whorishly wet cunt.

"J-James, Smiley... And don't you dare say a word Mav, or I swear-" She started to warn him, but the words died in her mouth with a whimper as the tip of his cock caught against her arousal-slickened folds, locking him right onto his target. All it would take was the slightest movement and he'd be hilt deep in her cheating cunt again with her husband just a few rooms away!

One of his oil-stained, meaty paws swept down, all but engulfing her waist in his tight grip as he kneaded his digits into the supple and matronly curves of her rounding, widening hips.

"You'll what, hmmm? James gonna storm in here and find me fucking his little cheating wife? I enjoy a fighty bitch, but not a stupid one. You'll get me thrown out of the neighbourhood? Nah, I don't think so... Your photos would end up doing the rounds, and I bet your husband would love to see your latest glamour shots, fucked silly and passed out with your face in Liz's cunt."

He didn't give her a chance to respond, and instead, tugged on her dress, forcing the doe to settle on his cock with a low bleat of pleasure as gravity pulled her down. Thick, feline cock stretched her cunt as he buried himself deep, his barbs folding flat as he swiftly hilted her until his fuzzy sheath was bunched against the pouty sex lips.

"Ahhh, that's better. Love hearing a slut moan when I first nail them..." Mav rested his head back against the rolling trolley, letting his eyes shut, the car fixing almost forgot as she rocked involuntarily on his cock while she tried to catch her balance. The smilodon thrust his hips up into her, ensuring he was nice and snugly hilted while Janet let out another distressed, but unmistakably pleasured moan, trying to stifle the sounds by covering her muzzle with one paw.

"Let's think about it a moment though, what would you do? Tell your husband? You're welcome to. Ain't nobody stopping you from doing that, but then you'd end up far worse off than you are. Your husband can't do anything, Janet. There's a reason I fuck you. You and your hubby are so high and mighty, in with the HOA here, you think you're untouchable when really, the worst you can do to me is a minor inconvenience."

Mav rocked his body on the trolly beneath himself, using the wheels to help him roll back and forth as he fucked the little doe, tugging back and thrusting barely an inch of actual movement, but enough to make his bards flare and catch. The garage quickly filled with Janet's whimpering sounds of pleasure.

He could feel how fucking wet she was. Even if she despised him, she loved his cock and what he did to her, how he made her feel. He loved how she clenched and her body squeezed around him when he called her filthy little names like her husband never would have. He gave a rough thrust and made the good little slut squeal in bliss, grunting as he tried to keep his paws steady.

Her dress had a fat, oily pawprint on the hip, but he didn't give a fuck. Let her figure out how to explain that one. His hand shifted, reaching up and cupping a paw full of her soft, matronly tits, roughly squeezing her nipple between his fingers.

But he was already gritting his teeth, his elongated fangs glistening as he growled out a warning.

"Keep milking me like that, I'll put another fucking cub in you once this one is done cooking. Not gonna last long like this."

Janet just nodded dumbly, huffing and panting, red-faced as her body trembled like a cup of water in an earthquake. She was getting close too. He could smell the lust in the garage with his sharpened senses.

"Want me to pull out? Paint that pretty little dress of yours?"

"Ahh~ You said it yourself. Can't get me pregnant twice. I don't want to have to explain the mess to Jam- Nggh!"

"Cuck-hubby. Limp dicked deer can't even please you right." Mav growled, Groping her breast between his meaty fingers as she let out a loud cry of bliss, her body clenching on him with a death grip as hot, messy fem-cum coated his sheath and balls. And oh, those balls were heavy and full, clenching tight to his sheath as he got ready to join the slut-wife in her peak.

"Gonna pump you fucking full- Take it you bitch!" He snarled, his paw shifting ripping from holding the oil plug so he could grab her hips with a double-handed grip, holding himself hilted inside her cunt as his sack tightened up, cock throbbing within her belly.

The first fat wad of his cat-cum raced along his bulging cock, his barbs flaring within her to lock himself in nice and snug as the pressure built, and built, and-

His music clicked off as someone fucked with his phone on the counter by the door.

"Janet? Are you out here, I heard some noise and-"

Fuuuuuuckkkk~

Mav's eye's rolled back as he absolutely blew his load like a ton of TNT going up, surging up into the cheating doe impaled on his shaft with an audible, messy splat from the force of it hitting her cervix.

"Ja-James?! Oh- Hhhn-hun! I was j-just h-helping Maverick with the car... He uh, needed me to...-" She faltered for a second. Mav still had his eyes clenched shut, imagining the scene as he dumped a thick load of smilodon cum right into her cunt while her oblivious husband watched on from the door. The car probably hid everything from sight, but if he decided to come over and check-

"Needed her to--- Ngggh... sit on my legs and help counterbalance the trolley so I didn't smack my face while I changed out the oil. You got a lot of catalytic residue buildup from a high resistance air gap between the terminals and the circuitry. A common issue with these European cars. I was cleaning that all off while I waited for it to drain."

Mav bullshit his way through that with alarmingly convincing confidence, listening as the old oil spilled out into the tray beside his head, while his cock-head throbbed and gave Janet's passage a fresh coating of his own. Janet's body wouldn't stop clenching on him, and he grunted, quickly turning and tossing an oil-slick rag out from beneath the car as if to provide evidence to the buck in the doorway.

"Pretty fucking nasty. It should have been done miles ago, but it's clean now. Just gotta finish..." He bit his tongue to stop himself from saying filling her up, suppressing a smug chuckle.

"...with this, then it should be good as new." He at least sighed. His climax finally tapered off with a last few, weak throbs, emptying himself as surely as the last drop of oil drained from the car's tank.

Mav let his paw give Janet's tits one last squeeze, making her squeak again as she stood quickly, a few errant drops of cum leaking from her down onto his hips as she stood up, her dress falling back into place to cover her leaking sex.

"Oh, well... Good..." James started, pausing a moment as if considering his words.

"Uh, about earlier Mav... Maybe we can, perhaps put this all behind us? I was thinking... I know we're very different people, but Janet spoke to me earlier and she's right... Perhaps we can start over?" James said with a surprising tone of sincerity.

Mav blinked once, rolling out from under the car and doing his pants back up in a single, smooth motion. When the big, dark-furred smilodon stood up, it seemed as if there were nothing at all amiss beyond the handful of oil stains in his fur and on his paws. He gazed at the buck skeptically.

"We're having a barbecue this weekend with a few of the other neighbours, and I was hoping that maybe you'd consider joining us?"

Mav chewed on his lip a moment, rolling his head as he tried to get his head back in line from the post-orgasmic high.

"Got room for me to bring my two girlfriends?" He smugly asked, delighting in the look of shock at the very mention of having two ladies that crossed the buck's features. James seemed taken aback at the idea, but if he was about to protest, Janet hushed him before he could open his mouth.

"Of course! Just because they have an unusual relationship, doesn't mean they're not welcome. Right, James dear?" The last words were said with a firm tone that warned him not to argue.

"Promise we won't do anything outrageous in front of your friends. I bet Janet would get along great with Liz." The shit-eating grin never left his muzzle as he watched Janet turn brighter than a stoplight. Jackwad just looked like Mav had pissed on him without the courtesy to call it rain.

"Of... Of course." The buck sighed, defeated, while his wife cozied up to his side and placed a sweet kiss on his lips with the muzzle that had been wrapped around Mav's cock not twenty minutes ago.

"Well, good! I'll be done here in just a minute once I top the oil up." Mav nodded, beaming the biggest grin of a man who had just won the lottery. Ho-lee-fuck. He couldn't have made this shit up if he tried.

"Alright, well... Good. Janet, dear, you've got oil on your dress..." The stag pointed out, and Janet squeaked in surprise, only just now remembering the stains covering her chest and hips... In a stroke of luck, they had all smudged enough that it wasn't obvious that he'd been grabbing her, especially with the way the fabric flowed and creased.

"Oh! I'll go and get cleaned up and let you boys finish up!" Red-faced, she slipped out past her husband before either of them could say another word, her thighs suspiciously clamped together. Fortunately for Mav, Jimbob didn't seem to see that part...

The smilodon let out a low whistle.

"I tell you what Jamie, you're a lucky guy. I'll let you get back to whatever important bank thing you were doing, this won't take much longer, and then I'll be out of your house."

He walked over to the deer, and extended an oil-darkened paw to the witless cuck, grinning as the buck winced at the thought of shaking his paw.

To his credit, James swallowed his pride and did anyway, before keeping his paw at his side, away from his nice suit. Mav just smirked, a single thought in his mind.

"Thanks for being a good neighbour... You're alright for Prey." Mav resisted the urge to snicker.

Maybe I'll fuck your wife again this weekend as well, since we're all such good neighbours here.

James left him alone after that. Mav picked up his phone, grinning as he typed out a quick message, chuckling darkly to himself.

Mav: Blew a fat load in the doe while her cuck was at the door being oblivious. BBQ at their place this weekend. You and Mia are invited. We're all great friends now :P

His phone chimed, barely ten seconds later, as if the Dalmatian bitch had just been waiting for him to say something.

Liz: OMG, and you got away with it!? You are such a bad cat.

There was a pause, and Mav chuckled as he watched "Liz is typing..." Appear at the bottom of his screen. His phone buzzed again. A picture of a messy set of coyote thighs accompanied her next message.

Liz: Get back here and fuck Mia while you tell me all about it ;3 She's being a needy bitch.