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Neighborly Affairs

By Jakealope

After an endless day of moving, lifting, and thinking about how much he despised moving and lifting, Juno wanted nothing more than to pass out on his newly purchased home's hardwood floor, so of course he felt a bothering buzz coming from his pocket. He dug his phone out, praying for it to be a scam call or family member he could call back later. The caller id was Lenia Harper--his ex.

Choosing to slump back on a nearby couch arm--the only piece of furniture available for him to use--he tapped the screen once and held the phone to his ear. "Just the gal I wanted to hear from."

"Heyyy," Lenia purred into Juno's ear. "Missed you too, June bug. How's the move going?"

"Could be worse." Juno looked around at the messy stack of boxes in the living room, kitchen, dining room... he inwardly groaned at the ridiculous amount of work still ahead of him. "Ehh--got everything inside, at least."

"Hah! I totally do not envy you right now."

"I'm envying you getting out of helping me move everything in."

"Can't help that you scheduled move-in on the same date as my camping trip."

"Yeah, yeah." The ocelot's body sprawled back against the textured, off-white wall behind him, one leg kicked over the other. "How's your vacay?"

"A-ma-zing!" Lenia dived into several details of trails she'd walked the past week, as well as their previous day out on the family lake boat. Juno's couldn't suppress a smile from creeping onto his snout; Lenia's passionate talks were something he missed having around more often. "...We'll be hiking one more trail early tomorrow morning before we head out, and then it's back to the real world." She emphasized her disgust of the last part by blowing a raspberry through the speaker.

"Well I need you back in the real world anyways--still planning on being here Sunday to help?"

"Of course June bug, but I don't know how much help I'll be."

"I'll take anything I can get," Juno said. The stacks of boxes around him seemed to rise a tiny bit closer to the ceiling every time he looked away. "Fuck me. Moving is a bitch."

"I hope this move won't be the only thing fucking you this weekend~"

Juno would've turned a ripe tomato-red if he could blush, both his rounded ears lying flat from Lenia's provocative teasing. After two years of trying to make their relationship work, they'd gone their separate ways--with the teeny-tiny added caveat that they were still seeing each other, friends-with-benefits style.

Neither had hit it off with any love interests since, not for the lack of trying, and so their weird little flings continued to go on for several months now. They'd even jokingly made a pact to get back together if they were still single after another few years--which, judging by how poorly their most recent dates had gone, seemed more and more like an inevitability.

"Guess I gotta get the bedroom ready first," Juno said, suddenly struggling to fully find his voice.

"Good boy. And now there's no more neighbors to complain about us being too loud. That'll be a blessing."

"I still have neighbors, just not one wall over." He peeked through the living room blinders behind his couch, over the short fence that bordered his newly acquired property, and into his neighbor's backyard. "Haven't met them yet. They've got a garden in their backyard."

"Ooh, fancy. Better buddy up with them quick for some free goodies."

It was Juno's turn to blow a raspberry into the mic. "Pfft, doubtful. I'm not great at buddying up with--oh, son of a..." The ocelot's tail lashed at the sight of a still-packed car in his driveway. Boxes and clothes were pressed against the back seat windows, ready to spill out the second someone dared release the flood within. "I forgot to bring in my things from the car. Shit."

"How'd you forget that?"

"Oh, you know me." Juno answered, frustration edging his words. "Tunneled on the moving truck I guess."

"Yeah, that does sound like you, hehe. Guess I'll leave you to have your fun... I'll shoot you a text when I'm swinging by Sunday."

"Thanks Len. See ya then." Juno dropped his phone on the sofa arm he'd been resting on, another whistling groan escaping his short muzzle. He just wanted to be done for today, was that too much to ask for?

Too much stuff, that was the problem. He simply had too much stuff. He vowed to never move again, that way he wouldn't ever relive dragging his feet back and forth to his car to lug more and more shit into his new home. That was the plan anyways--to make this place as forever of a forever home as he could make it.

It was a good start to a forever home. No problems besides the typical wear and tear expected in a twenty-year-old house. There would need to be some work done, Juno knew that. He didn't plan to be the one doing it--the wire-thin ocelot was no handyman--but he was at least aware of what was required. Some painting, landscaping, appliance replacements, and then he'd have his little paradise built. It'd be the new start he'd been looking for--as soon as he was finished unpacking all these damn boxes!

Another hour of pain and torment later, and Juno was eyeing the final cardboard container in his trunk with bittersweet joy. The last of his junk was lugged inside the doorway, and he was finally moved into his new home, for real this time. Everything was here, everything was his.

The next step would be making it not look like a war zone. He dropped the last box alongside the rest, considering the wreckage with a frown. "Fuck it, oh well. A job for tomorrow me."

Coming back up the walkway after locking up his car, he noticed a few clumps of dirt he'd tracked onto the concrete while cheating the corner of the sidewalk. He only made it worse when he tried to scrape it off with his shoe, instead smearing it in to his sole enough to make it really stand out as an eyesore.

"Damnit--whatever," Juno said. With his last fuck given, he kicked off his shoes and hopped around on one foot, then the other, working his socks off his steamy feet. The second sock was really putting up a fight but finally loosened its hold, and the ocelot scrunched the fabric in his hand triumphantly, only to spot someone else watching him from across the driveway. A male jaguar in a sleeveless tee and a pair of khaki shorts--his next-door neighbor, watering potted plants on the end of his front porch.

Juno seized up.

Quickly considering the few options to not make himself out as completely nutty, he went with the worst one: slinking back inside his house without acknowledging his neighbor's presence. Except that didn't work, because Juno had obviously seen his neighbor, and his neighbor obviously saw him. So all the jaguar witnessed was the newly moved-in ocelot, socks and shoes in hand, awkwardly escaping behind the safety of four walls and a roof.

Juno slammed the door behind him too hard, the force echoing off the empty walls. His heart was racing. Stupid, stupid! What would his neighbor think of him?

Peeking through his living room blinds, Juno watched his neighbor continue watering the row of plants. His neighbor seemed unfazed by the event. Juno didn't buy it. If he saw what just happened, he'd be blabbing about it to Lenia in a heartbeat. But his neighbor wasn't exactly a shrimpy, gossip-loving ocelot.

Both the felines shared as many similarities as they didn't. They each had a unique pattern of black spots, but Juno's spots were decorated by a creamy coat of fur that differentiated from the jaguar's sunset yellow and orange. The jaguar's face was fuller, shoulders broader, waist thicker. Muscles were clearly visible along every part of his body. In comparison, the ocelot was lucky to spot anything underneath his fur when he flexed his muscles.

Juno couldn't deny his intrusive thoughts: his neighbor was hot as fuck.

"Goddamn..." Juno didn't need to keep watching--but he wanted to. Oh yeah, he definitely wanted to.

He wanted to spot glimpses of the torso showing underneath the jaguar's shirt. He wanted to see the jaguar's chiseled forearms steady the water jug, the poured water catching the sunlight to make a picturesque rainbow... it'd be nice to snap a pic, maybe share a photo--or several--with Lenia.

"Damnit, where's my phone?"

Juno scampered past the maze of boxes and furniture to retrieve his phone from the couch arm, returning back to the window with the camera on, yet he was too late. His neighbor's porch was empty. Juno watched for a little longer, seeing if he'd return with another jug full of water, until finally he gave up and dropped backwards over the couch arm. A shame, but not the end of the world. He'd have plenty other chances in the future. After all, they were neighbors now.

---

Juno was not an early riser. He'd take in on the chin for work, getting by with coffee and willpower, waiting for the next weekend to roll around so he could sleep in. Today was the perfect day to snooze into the late morning, and maybe a little after--except the ocelot couldn't waste precious time on his first weekend in his new home. He needed to hop to it if he wanted everything in semi-decent order before Monday morning rolled around. Those boxes weren't going to move themselves.

Looking more than a little groggy coming down the stairs, Juno started his day digging through several boxes at the forefront--not before downing a quick cup of coffee from his unpacked espresso machine--and putting away the most obvious things first, and here was an obvious thing: his doormat, tucked away inside one of the larger containers. An easy item to get out of the way--except there was a tiny problem when he went to drop it outside. An obstruction was stopping him from doing so.

At his front door sat a small potted plant.

Juno gazed down at the plant, considering its unexpected presence. There was only one answer where it came from. He turned to his neighbor's home; all was quiet on the western front. He looked back at the plant, and he now spotted the paper sticking out from underneath the pot. He flopped the doormat aside and picked up the apparent gift, along with the handwritten note, which read out:

Peace lily. Blooms better if given some indirect light. A small dose of water daily or every other day, to keep soil lightly moist. Let me know if you have any questions.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

"Peace lily," Juno repeated. It looked pretty. Seemed easy enough to take care of, too. Juno looked once more to see if he could spot the handsome jaguar--no such luck--before bringing the plant inside with him.

"And where to put you, Mr. peace lily..."

The kitchen sink window made the most sense, though perhaps that would be too much direct sunlight, remembering what the note had said. Maybe on the kitchen island for now would be alright. He set the pot down delicately onto the granite top, away from the smaller containers littered about the counter space. It was a nice piece of décor. He also knew a friend that swore by the health benefits of household plants. Maybe it'd help him find the energy to get through the rest of his unpacking. The plant did throw a tiny wrench into his plans: how would he thank his neighbor for the gift?

He was hesitant to walk up and knock on the front door, because one: he was still embarrassed from his improv dance routine from yesterday. And two: his introverted ass hated doing introductions.

Something about meeting someone was the absolute worst thing for Juno. The ocelot had no problem with people he knew, only with people he didn't. It was annoying and terrifying. What if he made a fool of himself even more than he already did? It was never out of the realm of possibility with him. He could recall at least a half-dozen instances that were etched into his brain--yesterday's omitted--and he preferred not to etch in yet another.

He'd get around to thanking his neighbor at some point. It'd work itself out. Eventually. Until then, he'd watch from afar, observing the handsome jaguar's curves from the safety of his living room blinds.

"Target spotted at my ten o'clock, over," Juno said to himself, miming his voice as though it was coming through a radio. "Target is moving through the backyard... weapon in hand. He's laying down a line of fire."

The jaguar was wearing a sleeved tee today, faded blue against his yellow and black-dotted fur. His shorts were no different from yesterday--maybe even the exact same pair. In his hand was a garden hose. It was on a fine mist setting of some sort, spraying out over his garden.

Juno had his phone this time. "Target is looking extra fine today... will return fire of my own." He snapped a few pictures. And a few more, for good measure.

There was a passing feeling of guilt--he wasn't even sure if his neighbor was in a relationship. He hadn't seen anyone else, but that didn't mean anything. It'd be hella awkward if he was snapping pics of a married man. At least it was only awkward for himself, and pictures can always be deleted.

Juno moved through his kitchen and to the backyard door. Unlike the front door, this one was framed with a single, gigantic piece of glass. Another opportune spot for neighbor-watching. He was closer to his target, making it easier to see the jaguar's rockin' bod--and easier to take photos of the jaguar's rockin' bod, too. A few more pictures were added to Juno's collection.

"Target neutralized," Juno muttered, glossing through the gallery on his phone.

Eventually the jaguar finished dousing his garden and went back inside. This morning's show was sadly over. Juno hoped there would be an encore later.

---

"Juuuuunooo!"

A giggle cracked through Juno's muzzle. He always felt giddy when Lenia was around; she had an energy that lit a fire in the ocelot's tiny chest.

Lenia hadn't stepped three paces up Juno's driveway before she was gushing over the newest house owner. "Oh! My! Goodness! It's my little man all grown up!"

"Yes, this 'little man' has a beautiful home all to himself now," Juno said, even though he didn't resent the mention of 'little' by Lenia. He did at one point, and had tried to make her stop, eventually giving in when she didn't.

It was a title he struggled to refute. Tiny, small, short, they all were accurate descriptions of the ocelot. He was typically the smallest male in the room, if not the smallest overall. Lenia had the opposite problem; she was tall enough to see right over Juno's head, easily. Juno's eyes only met the bottom of her collarbone. Thankfully he didn't stoop so low to be at boob height, otherwise he'd never hear the end of the short jokes from Lenia.

The female lynx strutting up to him was equally as rail thin as Juno was, almost to what looked like an unhealthy level, but he knew that wasn't the case. Lenia devoured food like there was no tomorrow, it just so happened that lucky genetics and an active lifestyle did her figure very well. She wore a simple crop top and pair of jeans, and her golden, wavy-striped fur poked out from her midriff, just waiting for Juno to get lost in. The ocelot couldn't help himself to eyeing up her body a bit more than usual. It'd been some time since their last fling, and the lynx's curvy waist was putting Juno in a trance.

"Eyes up here, June bug."

"Right. Sorry," Juno said. He needed to work on his sneakiness.

Lenia rubbed at one of Juno's ears. "Be a good boy and keep it in your pants for now, alright?"

"Yes ma'am."

The two stepped back into the cool air of his home, and Lenia took her first look around at the chaos in his living room. Juno had tried his best to shrink the pile in the time before her arrival. He'd been on his feet all day yesterday in an effort to put a dent in the immovable wall of boxes, yet there was only so much a little ocelot could do, and still the wall remained immovable.

"Jeez, this is gonna take some work..." muttered Lenia.

"That's why you're here, right?" Juno answered from her side.

Lenia gave a helpless shrug. "You need more than a single day of me. This place is a mess..." The lynx sighed, hands on her hips. "Alright, where are we starting?"

Even with how terrifyingly insurmountable the task seemed, it did go by a whole lot quicker when there was a second set of hands to help. They began reorganizing the remaining containers--which things go upstairs to the bedrooms, which stayed downstairs for the living room. Juno appreciated Lenia's help most with the move upstairs; for every box that the ocelot struggled to cart up the steps, Lenia was managing three. She did it with an ease that Juno definitely did not share, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth after several trips up.

"You good?" Lenia asked as she passed by the cat collapsed on the couch. Juno was certainly not okay, but he gave a thumbs up anyways. Lenia smiled down at her tuckered-out man. "Alright, come on. Lunch time!"

"Lunch?" echoed Juno.

"Yes, lunch." Lenia confirmed. "I only ate a muffin for breakfast this morning. I'm starving!"

"I only have leftovers from dinner..."

Lenia let out an exasperated growl. "Then order us something, dummy," she said, flicking at one of his ears.

The two picked out a nearby fast-food joint--Mexican takeout, an easy decision--and were chowing down on burritos and tacos in no time. Lenia finally took notice of the new decorative addition in the kitchen.

"What's with the houseplant?" she asked.

"It's a peace lily. A gift from my neighbor."

"Oh--the one with the garden? Or the one with the washboard abs?"

"Haha, funny." Juno said, still nursing a burrito while he side-eyed the plant, thinking about those washboard abs. "Am I not allowed to enjoy nice things?"

"Which nice thing are you referring to?"

"I can enjoy multiple nice things, Len."

"I know you can, hun." Lenia played with the leaves of the peace lily. The plant was doing just fine so far; Juno had watered the potted soil this morning, just as the note suggested. "You talked to him yet?"

"Nope."

"But you're perfectly fine with creeping on him."

"Yeah, so what? I'm just taking my time," Juno defended.

"I'm sure you are." Lenia's gaze was drifting elsewhere, eyes on whatever now caught her interest. "Speaking of neighbors..."

Lenia stepped away from the island and towards the back porch doorway, peering through the same glass as Juno did yesterday. His neighbor was outside again, this time doing some de-weeding in his garden. Bent over the plants, he wore a tank top and some khakis today, plenty of dirt smeared into both. The sun brightened his tan fur, emphasizing the black dots peppered throughout his shiny coat.

"Oh wow, he is a hunk," Lenia commented. "Is he single?"

"I think so--never seen anyone with him yet."

"Interesting," Lenia said, but what she found interesting, she didn't say aloud.

Juno went to stand beside her, stealing a look out at the jaguar himself. He ripped and tore at the ground, muscles swelling with each tug. Oh, wow...

His neighbor was definitely getting a workout, chest heaving a bit from the physical strain. Probably reeked from the hard labor. Juno wouldn't mind a huff of whatever stink the jaguar was sporting after a few hours under the sun. The neighbor continued down the line of plants, becoming partially hidden behind the fence bordering his and Juno's property.

Lenia swung open the back door and stepped out.

Juno's heart seized up at the motion. "What're you doing?!" Juno whispered angrily at Lenia from the open doorway.

"Just wanted to get some fresh air," replied Lenia, looking ever so pleased with herself. She made no effort to keep her voice down like Juno did. "Perhaps get to know our neighbor, too..."

"Don't. You. Dare."

Lenia smirked in a way that obviously meant "watch me", and strolled to the porch staircase, down the steps, and over to the fence line, all while the anxious ocelot stood back helplessly. There was nothing he could do to stop the daring lynx from doing whatever she damn well wanted, and it looked like Lenia wanted to spark some entertainment today. Juno wished for anything but.

"Hiya neighbor! Hello!" Lenia shouted cheerfully over the five-foot fence.

Juno's neighbor was caught unawares by the greetings, looking a few different ways before realizing where the voice was coming from. "Oh. Hi there. Doing okay?"

"Mmm--I'm doing wonderful, thanks for asking hun."

The jaguar smiled in response, wiping a hand across his forehead that left more grime than it removed. "Glad to hear... you need anything?"

"No, no. Just wanted to introduce myself. My name's Lenia, and that little fella up on the porch is Juno," Lenia said, one finger pointed back to the stiff ocelot observing from afar.

"Nice to meet ya both. The name's Brenton. Brent's fine, too. Is it just you two, then?"

"Well... Just Juno moving in, actually. We're not together anymore."

The jaguar nodded slowly. "I see--sorry if I poked where I shouldn't."

Lenia waved it off with a laugh. "Please, don't feel bad! It's only natural to think that about us. We're still good friends." She leaned further over the fence, breasts in full view on the jaguar's side of the fence. "I'm just helping with his move in today. Lotta stuff to do, and little Juno definitely needs all the help he can get."

"Hope it's been easy enough for y'all so far. Did you get the peace lily I dropped off?"

"Yes! Thank you, I did!" Juno yelled out from the porch, not waiting for Lenia to answer in his name.

"Yes, he's been coddling over it like a newborn so far," Lenia purred, head leaned into one arm. "So kind of you to do that for him! Is it just you here, or...?"

"Yes, just me--and my plants," Brent said, gesturing to his garden.

"It's a beautiful garden! I've never been much of a green thumb myself... Maybe you can teach me a few things?"

"Uhh, suppose I could help. Nothing too special 'bout it," Brent fiddled with his pockets, seeming a little bashful from the attention. "Hard work is mostly all it takes."

"It certainly looks tough!" Lenia said, laughing aloud, and Juno heard the dreaminess in her giggly outburst, clear as day. "What type of plants are you growing?"

Brent turned to his garden patch and pointed out several different groupings to the lynx. "I've got some tomatoes, squash and zucchini... a variety of peppers--I usually have excess by the end of summer that I share with the subdivision. I can send y'all a bag when it's ready for picking."

"Oh! That's too kind! But..." Her eyes slipped down the jaguar's body, stopped at crotch height. "I'm partial to eggplants myself. You mind sharing yours?"

Juno was well past alarmed from hearing that. "Okay! Lenia, we can get back to moving now--"

"Just a moment, June bug," Lenia said, dismissively waving a hand back at the ocelot without looking his way. "Sorry about him; he's anxious to get everything settled." She smiled at the stricken neighbor who seemed at a loss for words. Lenia took much delight in his reaction. "Consider what I said, will you hun?"

"Sure. Uh, yeah," Brent said, the poor jaguar completely out of sorts to form anymore words.

"Good! See you soon, handsome." With that, Lenia strode away from the fence line, past the ghostly Juno, and back into the house, feeling ever so accomplished. Boys and their puppet strings... all too easy to make them dance.

Juno looked to his neighbor one last time before bolting in after her. He was so embarrassed. Actually, he was beyond embarrassed--mortified, blood-run-cold horrified.

"What the shit Lenia! You aren't supposed to flirt with my neighbor! BEFORE I'VE EVEN MET HIM!"

"Chill. Ain't nothing wrong with having a little fun."

"DO NOT TELL ME TO CHILL! This is my new home! I don't want to screw it up by getting in trouble with my neighbor because you want to have a little fun by hopping on his dick and--"

"--and your dick won't be getting anything tonight if you don't shut up."

Juno stuttered through a few words at the threat, but tried to hold his ground anyways. "No, no! You can't just threaten me with no sex and think you've won!"

"Mmm... I think I can absolutely do that. You wanna know why?" Lenia sauntered closer, lynx standing tall over ocelot, and a furred hand grasped Juno's private jewels beneath shorts, gripping just hard enough to make him squirm. "Because I'm in charge. Did you forget that?"

"I, uhm..." Juno words were strangled by the same grip on his nuts. "Yes... I did. Sorry."

"Sorry who?"

"Sorry mistress."

"Good." Her grip released. "I'm going to tell you what I want you to do now. I want you to go up to your bedroom and strip naked..." She patted the top of Juno's head, taking the opportunity to knead at the ocelot's rounded ears. "...I want you to grab a condom and wrap up..." The kneading turned rougher, and Juno's head was tilted to one side. Her breath was hot against his neck. "...And I want you to lay down on the bed so that your mistress can ride you until she cums."

Juno looked up at Lenia who stared down in return, but said nothing more. She was expecting a response to her demands.

"...Yes mistress."

"Good boy."

There wasn't any more need for instruction from Lenia, nor was she expecting anything else from Juno, except for him to do what she asked. He made for his bedroom, putting some pep in his step as a way to make up for his insubordination. Lenia wasn't actually mad at Juno, he knew that. But he'd realized how rude he'd been--yelling back at her, taking his frustrations out on his mistress--so now he must make it up to her.

The ocelot made his way to a duffel bag sitting by his bed. Inside one of the pockets was a box of condoms he was looking for. Taking one from the pack, he hurriedly shed his clothing and threw them all aside, laid back on the unmade bed, and awaited mistress' next words. Mistress already stood at the foot of the bed, stripping off her own clothes in a frenzied fashion.

"God I'm so fucking horny right now. Watching your little, perky ass move boxes, eye-fucking your neighbor, putting you in your place... Mmph~ I want to fuck you so badly. You better not keep me waiting any longer..."

Juno took that as a sign to prep the condom immediately. He quickly got to work tearing open, positioning, and rolling the rubber down his length. She was ready to pounce, no time to waste, and he was all for it. He'd have to be angry about her flirting with his neighbor later, because the only thing on his mind now was the beautiful sight before him.

Lenia was not afraid to show off her body. Juno loved that about her. The lynx's slender hands rubbed slowly up from hips to breasts, gripping each heftily in her palms, groping herself openly in front of the ocelot. Her swirling, patterned stripes were a trip to look at, as was the arousing look she was staring him down with. Canines biting into her lower lip, simmering-azure eyes half lidded, cutely tufted ears standing tall, flowing chestnut-brown hair brushed aside her face. She was stunning. A golden, gorgeous gal.

Juno was at full attention below, and Lenia wasn't going to waste the opportunity to straddle his erection. One leg was thrown over the bedside, then another, straddling her way up past the ocelot's legs until her dripping pussy hovered directly over his groin. She wasn't interested in touching herself any longer. It was time to put the smaller cat to work.

Both Juno's wrists were interlocked in her grasp. Gentle tugging brought him upright, his reach not long enough laying down, and his hands were placed where hers had been caressing moments before. He didn't need any further instruction as he began to fondle her tits just the way she liked. A deep message all around and a squeeze at the raised center had her immediately moaning her approval. Each pinch had her body a shivering mess. He enjoyed teasing her like this, getting her all riled up with a few rolls of his finger pads across her nipples.

Even better was the pleasure his tongue brought to her sensitive flesh. Substituting one hand with his mouth, Juno circled the pink areola in long, broad sweeps, occasionally going into for a suckle or a nip. Arms wrapped around his head and squeezed tight, not wanting to let him go, not wanting him to stop for air.

"Just like that baby--fuuuuck yes~" Lenia whimpered out. The lynx's claws dug into Juno's shoulders. "Keep going... don't stop."

Juno pressed his face harder into the fatty mound at her chest, trying to drive her excitement with his forceful licks and tender bites. He wanted to give equal attention to the other breast he was groping, but there was too strong a grip on his head. She was the commandeer of their lovemaking, and she would decide when it was time for a changeup, and she had something different on her mind right now.

One hand lowered itself to Juno's hip. A warm embrace takes hold around his dick to reposition, and another warmer feeling blossoms from the tip of his wrapped package. More and more heat spreads down Juno's cock as she lowers herself onto him, further and further past her soft lips, bottoming out without any hesitation. Maybe that was a dig at Juno's size--regrettably lacking, just like the rest of him--though it didn't bother Lenia at the moment, still capable of filling her as she desired.

It was more than satisfactory to her. Each pump up and down his prick was another mash of her buttons, another stride towards the finish line, another inching towards the peak of her climax. She wouldn't take long to reach the end and blow the top off soon after. The Lynx really was fiending for this.

In fact, this was the most egged on he'd seen her in a long time. Was the camping trip--and the week without seeing one another before--that grueling of a wait? Or was it something else?... Was his neighbor, a handyman jaguar with an impressive stature to match, the source of her desire?

He didn't want to derail his enjoyment, nonetheless it seemed to happen. Thoughts surged into his head, pictures painted of what really was driving her wild: jaguar dick. Thick and meaty jaguar cock. A veiny shaft several inches longer than his and twice as thick. Like comparing a half-used pencil to a whiteboard marker. The sight, the smell, it would be tantalizing to anyone. Juno hated to admit that could be why she was so feisty today. He hated that he couldn't blame her for those thoughts.

"Nnhh~ fuck me Juno... fuck me harder..."

Of course he couldn't measure up to a jaguar's prowess. He was a tiny ocelot, a thin nothingness in comparison. She would pounce on him in an instant, leaving him to watch on the sidelines. She admitted it just before they started. Eye-fucking his neighbor. Brent fucking Lenia, bending her over and making her moan his name with each slam of his cock inside her, and Juno licking up the mess left behind.

It wasn't intentional, but the thought was, in a disgusting way, becoming a turn on. Yeah, it was making him rock hard, thinking about his ex being taken that way. Letting his neighbor enjoy the same cunt that was sloppily riding up and down his cock right now.

He liked the thought of being cucked by the jaguar--and hated how much it appealed to his fantasies. Why couldn't he just have normal kinks to enjoy. Why did it have to be cuckolding?

Of course, it wasn't quite cuckolding. She wasn't his wife. She wasn't even his girlfriend anymore. He couldn't be cuckolded by a friend he occasionally fucked. He wasn't the only one she'd hooked up with in the several months they'd been split apart. But it still felt like he was being cucked. He'd been close to her for so long--and to have her wooed over by someone who lived next door, and to allow it to happen...

What a depraved, humiliating, exhilarating idea.

"I'm getting close--ahh..."

Juno was finally allowed to switch to her other breast. Suckling and smearing his saliva all along her tit, he continued flaming her fire with as much as he could give. Her rising pleasure was nearly peaking his as well. He wouldn't be able to hold back if she kept up her bouncing. Up and down, up and down, up and down. She was riding him with reckless abandon, and she wouldn't stop until--

"Hhff--oohh fuck!" She mewled out a series of cries that were interlaced with rugged gasps for air. Her hips bucked into his, and both enjoyed the high of their orgasms, holding each other firmly in place as they rode out their climaxes together. It was a messy mixture of sex, heat, and panting. Juno leaned into the chest of his lover, and she embraced him in return.

A rumbling purr danced up Lenia's throat. "That was great baby. Fuck, I really needed that."

"Yeah. I could tell," he said, chuckling. "Whew, that was a lot."

"But nice, right?"

"It's always nice with you."

"Aww!" Lenia gave him a lick on the top of his nose. "You're a real cutie, you know that?"

Juno stared into her blue eyes. "I aim to please my mistress."

"Mmm, I like that. You better be ready to continue pleasing your mistress, because we're not done yet."

Wondering what she had in mind, Juno lifted his head away from her chest, allowing the lynx to slide up and off his deflating cock. The condom swelled at the end, holding a small pocket of ocelot spunk. Juno worked the used rubber from his flesh, knotted the end, and tossed it onto his discarded clothes. Lenia repositioned herself while he did so, and two slender feet got to work at his crotch.

"Gotta clean you up first..." Her paws shuffled around his privates, transferring the wet mess from his body to hers, sticky fluids matting the fuzz poking out between her pads. "...and then you gotta clean me up after."

Juno knew what that meant, yet was patient enough to wait for her invitation: both her paws raised into the air, toes flexing to show off the sex smeared across each pad, inviting him for a taste. With Lenia lying on her back and Juno shifting into a kneeled position, with her tail tucked underneath his body and tickling his balls, he was ready to perform his cleaning service.

Taking hold of one ankle, Juno angles her foot until the first toe is lined up with his open mouth. A single, trailing lick to start, up the entire pad, removing the salty coating with his spit. It was a mixture of flavors: his cum, the condom's lube, and the hinted flavor of her urine. Lenia was known to be a squirter--not that Juno was complaining.

The ocelot's tongue swirled around the crevices of Lenia's digit. Slow and steady, he cleaned away the grime of their playtime and a long day's work on her feet. She enjoyed every sensation, every kiss and lick across her golden paws. She deserved to be pampered. Pampering his lovely mistress. Easing her aches, swallowing her troubles, relaxing her muscles by the efforts of his own.

"I can never get enough of your tongue..." Lenia said in a sleepy, almost dreamlike voice.

She hummed quietly at times, and was content with silence otherwise. With her eyes closed and her breathing steady, she took it all in, soaking in the peaceful minutes of Juno's saliva soaking into her fur. Lick after lick lulling her into a deeper trance. She'd told him several times how much she adored his attention, that she'd struggled to find the same attention to detail from other partners.

Juno wore that badge with honor. He lacked muscle, size, and overall 'macho-ness', but those qualities didn't matter to him. Being less of a man was not shameful. He was different--and that wasn't a bad thing. He just had to know where his strengths were. He couldn't lift heavy things, but he could place his mistress on a pedestal. He struggled to be picked out in a crowd, but he never wanted the spotlight in their relationship. Yes, he was different, and there was nothing wrong with that.

His maw ran down the line, one by one. Lick, lick, lick. Sucking and probing into the crevices of her paws. Each toe was treated to a royal tongue bath. Nothing else mattered to Juno. There was only one thing he was focused on: his mistress.

Lick... lick... lick...

Juno switched to the other paw, starting back at the beginning once again. His mouth was dry, his taste buds were raw, and his jaw was begging for rest. But there wouldn't be rest until each paw was clean, and mistress was satisfied.

Lick... lick... lick...

Another smear of his saliva across her largest pad. Everything was cleaned--had been for minutes, now. All he waited for now was her signal. He didn't decide when that signal would be given. Only mistress had that power. Only mistress would decide when the ocelot's work was completed.

A hand squeezed Juno's calf, waking him from his trance. "You finished down there?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Good boy," Lenia praised him in a sugar sweet voice, pressing her raised paw into his snout to smear more of his spit across both furred cheeks. "Back to moving, then..."

She rolled out of his bed and gave a big stretch--paws lifted on the arches, calves flexed, booty perked up, tail raised, and arms locked around the back of her head. She was more than a model could've hoped to be. She was perfect.

"You ready to get back at it June bug?" She asked.

"You don't think this--" Juno pointed to himself, posing as a marble statue. "--is capable of lifting a few puny boxes?"

Lenia struggled to hold back more than a smirk. "I would never say anything bad about my big, strong man," she said, her voice getting mockingly gushy at the last few words.

He slid off the bed and stepped over to his discarded clothes, shedding the last of his submissive feelings while he stepped back into his normal self--well, not all the submissiveness was shed. He still was caught in a bit of a daydream. Already reminiscing on the fun they just had, and eagerly wanting more.

But there was more to it than that. He didn't brush away those feelings about his neighbor. He couldn't--like a thought weeding into his brain, building roots that refused to be dug up. He half-wished he could make them go away, that he could fold his ears over and shut out the noise. Another half wished for his dreams to be something more than dreams.

Whatever desires had conjured those feelings, they weren't parting easily, nor were they going to be ignored. His neighbor's cock seemed like it was going to be more of a nuisance than it ever needed to be. It was only the first weekend moved in, and already it seemed like it was going to get messy real quick--the exact opposite of what Juno hoped for.

Juno zipped up his pants just as Lenia had stepped out the bedroom. He still smelled their sex in the air, lingering on his nose. Maybe some fresh air would be the cure. With Lenia around to stir the pot, he doubted it. Or maybe a little time to clear the head would change his tune. With his neighbor's smoking body taunting him across the fence, he seriously doubted that, too.

Home owning was going a lot more to handle than poor Juno first thought.