Hello all~ This story is in a rather experimental subject, so please bear with me if you love the subject and my writing/details are lacking the proper feel... As this subject is not exactly delightful to some, I advise you merely enjoy(and furiously paw off to) the story as I don't think you'd get a kind response out of going through with it without consulting someone first. And now for stupid filler while I wait for my mind to give me ideas~! WARNING!!! This story contains content of an adult nature. If you are under 18(21 in some areas) then I suggest that if you're going to keep reading that you clear out your history and burn your hard drive(I suggest lighter fluid and plenty of gasoline) and for those who are 18(21 in some areas) but don't like this type of subject... why the hell are you reading it? It's not my fault, so you can't blame me for anything you(or your browser) do. That being said, for those who like the story I would love positive feedback(It's my bread and butter). Also, as a special treat, for those who ask nicely(and have enough people agreeing with you) then I might be interested in doing a followup story. Now, for those who think I'm ripping a story... if I am, it wasn't intentional. I'm doing this completely from my own mind, as that's usually how my stories go(aside from commishions... but those are special cases.) Anyways, as I stated earlier, I hope you enjoy the story~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ***Marriage Meddler*** *****Chapter one****** ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A moan, then another, and another. A stifled whimper followed by a soft yelp. The air was filled richly with the pungent smell of female arousal. Her body had a light sheen of sweat, her breathing came in short labored pants. A muffled scream was heard, followed by silence. A short time passed before movement was heard, followed by a quiet click before she opened, dropped in an object, and shut a drawer. She let out a small sigh, her murring could be heard. She heard a knock at the door, and with a huff she got up. Walking over, she turned the knob and opened it. "Hey Jean I- Agh! Damnit... put something on!" She giggled and took a robe off the hook next to the door, effectively covering her vulpine body. "Hey Dan! What's up?" she said, a rather bubbly tone. "You know very well what's up. Marissa can't sleep because of your moaning. I know you probably have your urges and whatnot but she doesn't like it... and... um... " Dan started to blush, his gaze had accidentally dropped to where Jean's robe stopped and could see very clearly see some things he almost wished he hadn't. She gave a sultry look up at him. "Wanna come in and talk about this?" Dan shook his head. "No, I think I'm fine out here..." She stopped him with a finger to his lips. "What? Can't a gal have some company every once in a while? I might not bother you so much if I had someone to talk to once in a while." He couldn't think of what to say, he couldn't speak anything but mumbled stutters, so he merely nodded dumbly. "Can I get you anything?" She walked into the kitchen, swaying her hips. "Uhhhh..." he still couldn't speak. She giggled again at his expression. "Water okay then?" She smiled, raising her tail a little. "Something to whet your lips." She winked at him, causing him to blush and look down at the floor. As she was digging through the cupboard he finally got up the nerve to talk. "Look, the walls are really thin... and she can hear everything. I know we can't stop you since we're only your neighbors, and we hardly know you since you moved in just a couple months ago... but I want to ask you to please, for Marissa, stop masturbating. It keeps her up and she needs her sleep." She came back in the room, glass of water in hand and sat it down on the table next to a chair. "Come sit. Now what's this you said? I need to stop what?" He sat down instinctively, or rather out of habit. He ran a paw through his short black headfur slowly. "Stop pawing off... you're really loud when you're at it." She could see the faintest hint of a blush on his white-furred cheeks. The husky was obviously nervous, she couldn't help smiling a little. "Well I can't. If I did it would all just build up." She rested a paw softly on his leg. "Can't have that now can we?" He looked away, nervous. She ran her paw a little higher, which made him flinch. "Jean, please. You know I'm married..." He held up his hand to prove it. She merely giggled and took his hand into her own. "I don't think she'd be mad." He obviously had a problem with that. "Are you kidding? She's extremely jealous. The fact that you're even touching me would set her off." She looked at him for a moment, then kissed him. She met no resistance, though he didn't reciprocate either. Not at first anyways. "This is wrong, Jean. Very very wrong. I shouldn't be doing this." She grinned and pushed her paw against his crotch, making him blush as he realized he had enjoyed that. "Don't worry about it. I'll take care of everything." She stared deeply into his eyes, his nervous, scared, pleading eyes. She kissed him, running her paw over his painfully strained tent. A slight whimper came from the canine, his hips shifting slightly. "Don't worry, Jean will fix everything." She smiled up at him, pulling his member free of the fabric confining him. He gave a shiver, his tail wagging of its own accord. She gave him a tentative lick, her tail drifting through the air slowly as she tended to his painfully obvious need. Every touch she gave, every sensation she caused, made him twitch with delight. Already his pre was vastly abundant. She licked up and drank down everly last drop. He jumped, his whole length leaping free of her lips to spray her face with hot sticky come. She giggled, her tail wagging. "Been a while, hasn't it?" He looked at her, confused. She smiled and stradled him, letting her legs drop her down. He was still hard, which made it easy for her. She let him slip inside her, a soft sigh escaping her lips. He shuddered, his eyes tightly closed. She hilted him inside herself, and was immediated pushed up, but not off. He had come yet again, making her giggle as she felt warmth fill her belly. "It really has been a long time, you poor thing." He blushed hard as he caught the meaning now. She dropped her robe off her body, tossing it aside before kissing Dan hard and grinding against him slowly. It was quiet first, then a soft murr had started to rise from them both. As Jean got comfortable, she started to slide up and down along his shaft. After a few minutes, he seized up. She smiled and waited for him to stop coming, all the while feeling him fill her even more. "Is puppy feeling better?" She smiled, seeing him blush again. She led his paws to her hips, smiling as he gripped just slightly. She started rocking a little, and chuckled softly as she felt him starting to thrust up into her depths. She let him have a little control, taking her paws to her chest and squeezing her own chest as her walls squeezed tightly around his member. A soft moan escaped his lips, to which she promptly shushed him and kissed his cheek. A few hours passed, Dan coming several more times with each time being farther apart. She kissed him lightly on the lips before he passed out. When she was sure he was asleep, she licked him clean, pulled his clothes on, and draped a blanket over him and carried him onto the sofa. Satisfied with her work, she slipped into the shower to clean her own fur. *-*-*-* **~**~** *-*-*-* Dan woke up, a little groggy and disoriented. He sat up, finding himself in a strange house. He groaned softly as the fabric of his pants reminded him how sore he was, and how that was caused. He stood, the blanket falling off him. He grimaced as he thought of how he was going to explain everything to his wife, but strangely felt more confident than he had in many years. He quickly scribbled down a note before leaving to sleep in his own house before his wife had awoke. He snuck in through the door, opening and closing the door nearly silently. He was glad he'd lived with his wife long enough to know what she could hear and what she couldn't. He went into the guest bathroom to avoid waking Marissa and showered, cleaning the scent off himself to make sure what he had done last night wouldn't be known to his beloved. "What have I done?" *-*-*-* **~**~** *-*-*-* Jean woke slowly, letting her eyes adjust to being open. She sat up and slid her legs off the bed. She gave a great stretch and yawned, feeling refreshed. "My day off, what should I do?" She smiled to herself, finding herself wet between her legs. "You can wait, I need to fill something else first." She stood up off her bed and walked out into her living room, not all that surprised to see Dan had left. She hoped he felt better today, he was so nervous before. She ate a light breakfast, not feeling all that hungry, before she sat in front of the TV to watch for a bit even though she wasn't all that interested in anything that was on. She had found a channel that wasn't too bad, and started teasing herself a little feeling no real need to actually paw off. She had started to actually get a little moist when there was a knock at the door. She sighed with detest as she stood and pulled a shirt and pants on to answer the door. "Jean? Can I come in for a moment?" Jean smiled, wagging her tail. "Marissa, what a surprise! Come in!" Grinning ear to ear, she led Marissa in by the paw in a rather childlike manner. "What brings you to my place so early in the morning?" Marissa smiled weakly, almost forced. "Dan didn't come home last night. I sent him here to tell you to be a little quieter, and he never came back. I was hoping maybe you knew where he went." Jean thought for a moment. "We talked for a bit... but he left soon after. I would have thought he'd go back to bed with you?" Marissa shook her head. "No, not to mention his keys were gone and the shower had been used..." Jean gave Marissa an odd look. "I thought you said he didn't come back last night?" Marissa blushed. "Well... I mean... um... he didn't come back to bed." The two of them sat silent for a moment that seemed to drag on forever. "So... do you think there was something that made him think twice about coming home?" Marissa shrugged. "Well, I suppose we did have a fight a few hours earlier... but I figured it was such a silly thing that he'd just forget about it." Jean thought for a moment. "What did you fight about?" Marissa shrugged again. "Well, our relationship has been getting kind of awkward lately. He'd been making glances at other girls lately, which kind of pissed me off... I mean aren't I enough?" Jean nodded. "I'd assume you were enough, but sometimes just one mate can get boring sometimes and his subconcious was drawing him to something new and exciting. He doesn't love you any less, just that he might be feeling... pent up maybe?" Marissa growled. "I hardly think that my Dan would have no self control at all... sure he looks but I've never seen it go past that." Jean smiled. "Looking leads to touching." Marissa felt a paw on her leg, which made her jump. In a fit of instinctual digust Marissa made to slap Jean, only to be caught by the hand. What caught her more off-gaurd was the sensation of having a pair of lips pressed against her own. For a moment, it was all Marissa could do to not pin that fox down and let her lust take over. She took her mind off the thought and pushed Jean away. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Jean smiled, wagging her tail. "Don't worry, Dan's fine. I called him today to check up on him, he seemed down yesterday but he's feeling much better now." Marissa blushed, not sure what to say. Hearing that her husband was okay made her feel better, but her mind came up with a new problem, 'How did Jean have Dan's number?', only to be silenced when Jean took advantage of her silence and kissed her again. The paw previously on the knee was now on her thigh, grinding fingers with her sweet spot. "Fuck, Jean, no. I can't. This isn't right. Please, Jean, don't do this!" Jean merely smiled and pushed her hand past her clothes and slipped her fingers deep into Marissa. With a small gasp, she was rendered helpless. While she kept Marissa busy, she used a free paw to reach under the chair to pull out a dildo that had rolled under a few days before. She picked it up and clicked it on. The sound alone had set the feline off, her pristine white fur a shade of pink as her walls grabbed Jean's fingers. She smiled mischeviously, lightly pressing the dildo against Marissa's tender nether lips. She gasped softly, her eyes closing tightly. Moving the toy along her lips slowly, Jean had the cat purring and writhing in a happy trance. With a soft push, Jean had more or less made the cat immobile. She let the cat enjoy herself for a moment while she ran off into her room. A quick dig later, she came back to find Marissa hadn't moved from the spot. She could tell since Marissa had left a rather large spot of fluids to dampen the fabric. Jean turned off the dildo and pulled it free. Just as Marissa's eyes started to open though, she found a new surprise pushed inside of her. Jean then lifted Marissa's thighs and started to thrust into her, the strapon stretching her out slightly though still enough to make her cry out in pleasure. "Oh gods! Jean!" Jean merely smiled and kept thrusting. Marissa writhed slowly, her whole body trying desperately to hold on though she knew she couldn't last. With a cry, the cat sreamed in agonizing pleasure. With a grin, Jean flipped her over and continued to pound the presented pussy. She leaned over and grabbed Marissa's chest, giving her nipples a gentle tweak which seemed to send her up a wall. "Ohhh! Jean!" The vulpine tail wagged as she thrust harder still. With a cry, the cat came once more. "Please, no more! I can't take any more!" Marissa pleaded, tears starting to stream down her face. With that, Jean stopped and pulled the strapon out. Marissa though she had listened, and was greatful. She turned her head, starting to turn her body only to be held in place by a set of paws. She gasped and cringed, making a small whimper as Jean's tongue could be felt gliding along her wet lips. "Jean, please I-ohhh!" Jean had dragged her tongue over Marissa's sweet spot, giving it a tender kiss as well. She lavished Marissa's sensative areas with tender licks and kisses. It blew Marissa's mind, she couldn't think straight. She could feel herself slowly falling into a lulling rhythm, the fox's rough strong tongue making her grip the chair tightly for balance. After what seemed like forever, Marissa could feel it. The end of it all, but she didn't want this to end. With a grin, Jean firmly took Marissa's nub between her fingers and tweaked it hard. A small yelp, followed by a whimpering moan escaped the abused feline. Her body went limp. Jean took Marissa and carefully rolled her over and picked her up. She took her over and laid her onto the couch, the same as the one she had laid Dan on the night before. With drooping eyes and slurred speach, Marissa smiled and thanked the fox. "Don't thank me, cutey. Instead, I want you to talk to your husband when he gets home. I want you to tell him what you did today, and I want you to forgive him. Promise me, from today on, that you two wont fight so much. Prommise?" Marissa drunkenly nodded, a very faint snore coming from her. With that, Jean set to work cleaning Marissa up. "Sleep well, my friend." ---*---*--- *-*-*-* ---*---*--- -- Her mind was clouded, troubled, as her dreams seemed to take her everywhere. She could see any number of nonsensical things, swirling images, and impossibilities. Then there was nothing, a peaceful silence settling over herself. Then she saw Dan and Jean, their faces smiling and looking at her. She felt shameful, noticing she was naked. She felt a paw on her shoulder, then another on her other. "What's going on?" she asked, her eyes unable to stay open as she felt an embrace that encircled her with a warmth that permeated her being. "Is this love?" she asked aloud, making no noise. -- Marissa woke with a start, her heart pounding and her breathing was labored. As she calmed down, though, she felt herself settle and her fur fall back onto her skin. She felt sweaty, her clothes slightly damp with moisture. She sat up and saw her surroundings. Blushing a little, she remembered what Jean had told her to promise to do. With a shameful glance and not seeing the fox in the room, she darted for the door and left. "How can I face Dan after this?" ---*---*--- *-*-*-* ---*---*--- Jean stepped into the living room after having left to make herself something to eat. "Huh... So she left." She shrugged and sat in her chair, watching a little TV before nodding off. ----****----****----****---- There was a knock at the door, waking the fox from her dream. She pulled on pants and a shirt. When she opened the door two bodies had come in, pulling her along. The door was shut and locked and the fox had been stripped. Jean smiled. "Hey guys! I'm asuming your talk went over well?" "It went more than well, Jean." Dan spoke, grinning. Marissa nodded. "Thanks to you, we may very well have fixed any issues we used to have. Not all of them but we'll be happy for a while." Jean wagged her tail. "No sweat you guys! It was my pleasure!" With a gasp, Dan and Marissa gazed down to see that they had missed a rather interesting detail about their neighbor. "Jean, you're a hermaphrodite?" Jean nodded. "Yeah, I thought you guys already knew?" They both blushed, realizing they hadn't noticed considering they'd both seen her without clothes on. "It is a bit of a shock, I'll give you that." Marissa was blushing more than Dan, but not by much. "So... does it work?" Dan sheepishly looked away as he asked. Jean nodded. "Yup! Very well in fact. Almost got a girl pregnant a few years back." That obviously confused them. "So then, why wasn't it... you know... when you were-" Dan was interupted by Marissa. "You used a strapon with me, so then why?" Jean shrugged. "Didn't feel like it? I dunno. I guess I am more in control of my body than most people, but I was kind of busy with you two I didn't really think about it." Dan thought about it for a moment. "So then... what if I did this?" He firmly grabbed Jean's sheathe, eliciting a rather sharp yelp from her. This was all Dan and Marissa needed as encouragement, seeing as the head of the fox's sleak black member slipped free. "Guys, wait! We can talk this overrrrahhh!" Her words had fallen on deaf ears as Marissa had started licking Jeans length as it emerged while Dan slowly fingered Jean's nether lips. Jean wagged her tail, her paws finding the fabric of the floor though all she could do was dig her claws in. She winced a little, whimpering softly before a gentle tug was felt on her shaft as her knot was pulled free. With that, Jean looked down when she found they had stopped. She was met with a wet set of lips pressed against her own. Jean murred into it as she felt her foxhood engulfed with heat and moisture, a rather thick dogcock pushing into her depths. The trio settled a bit first, letting each get comfortable with the position. Marissa was the first to move, pulling her weight up before dropping back down. This motion allowed Dan to take the other half of the motion, making the fox cry out. Marissa took a breast in each paw and gave Jean a playful squeeze, her mate and herself riding and fucking her simultaneously. Jean blushed, though she wasn't embarrassed at all. She couldn't help but admire the couple's determination. Grinning, she let them have some fun as she enjoyed herself as well. After maybe a half hour, Jean changed tactics. She grabbed Marissa and pulled her down, kissing her while gripping her rump and thrusting up into her. This in turn caught Dan off gaurd as Jean's walls clamped down on him hard, making it difficult to keep going. Marissa was the first to come, followed by Dan. "Who says I'm done with you, hm?" She grinned, her smile toothy and menacing. She wrapped her legs around Dan and clamped her claws into Marissa, making escape almost impossible. With that, she started bouncing Marissa on her length while riding Dan with her walls pulling his member and drawing it in. The three furres couldn't control themselves, moaning loudly. Then, with no warning, Jean pulled Dan with her legs close, forcing his knot in. Marissa cried out as a sizeable knot was pushed into her, her belly suddenly flooded with an almost searing heat. Dan cried out as his knot was gripped tightly, his member being milked for every drop. Marissa came hard, making Jean clamp down on Dan. All of them gave one last pleasure filled scream before they collapsed on Jean, falling into one big sticky heap. Jean giggled. "I'm not cleaning that up." ***--~--***--~--*** A few weeks passed, and much sex was had. The three of them soon found more and more things in common, and their friendship grew. On Dan and Marissa's wedding aniversary, they renewed their vows and even added a few. Jean was happily invited. ***--~--***--~--*** The end?