Michael stirred in his sleep, a noise distant and repetitive piercing through to his dream. With a soft gasp the coyote opened his eyes, the sound quickly coming into focus. It was his neighbor again...He sighed, reached down into his pajama pants, grabbed onto his already hard member, and started to stroke it as he heard faintly. "H...Harder Daddy!" Michael distantly heard something get knocked over and the female voice squeaked before the loud repetitive noise started up once more. He knew his neighbor had a big "Daddy" kink since he heard it nearly every night for the past couple weeks. He swallowed hard as he matched the speed of his strokes to, what he could only assume was a bed frame being banged against the wall. The female squeaked again and Michael couldn't hold it back as he came hard, the fur on his chest getting coated with his seed as his cock throbbed in time with his strokes, still in cadence with the distant thumping. The sound quickly started to fade away. Michael shook his head as he woke up again. He groaned as he realized he fell asleep without cleaning himself up; slowly he inhaled, got up out of bed, and went to take a shower. 
	He raised his chin, as he pondered his voyeur situation. The hot water ran over his chest slowly cleaning away the mess he made in the middle of the night all over his brown and grey fur. Michael had gone out with his neighbor Jacob before and picked up girls at the bar or the club. Michael stopped going because Jacob always got the girl he would go after, although since they were neighbors, on the nights that Michael was not so lucky playing wingman he could hear Jacob and whomever the female he picked up having, usually, loud rough sex. Michael sighed as he lowered his chin and looked down at his cock, it throbbed. Just the thought got him hard, for the past couple weeks Jacob had fucked the same girl every night and Michael was ashamed with himself for pawing every time, but the noises she made and the intensity of Jacob's thrusts always beat down that shame. His paw reached down and he started stroking his shaft in the shower thinking of what the girl looked like. He chuckled as he pictured her being a small mouse with how much she squeaked. Putting his arm against the wall he presses his forehead into it, his imagination wandering.
	Michael cracked his back as he stood up out of his car. Exauhsted after work, he dragged his feet going back inside. Just as he was about to open the door he saw Jacob leaving his house with his daughter. He gave them a wave before heading inside, letting out a sigh of half relief. Jacob had joint custody of his kid he knew, to what extent he didn't know, but he did know that if she was staying with him that he would have a break from listening to Jacob plow his girlfriend. He liked listening in but every night had started to wear on him a little; his balls felt empty and welcomed the break. The rest of the night went about normal for Micahel; watched some shows, listened to some music, and played some games a little later into the night then he wanted. That when he saw the headlights of a car through his window; he stood up to go take a look through his half-shut blinds. He saw his Jacob get out of the car alone and go back inside. He didn't think much of it, probably just had his daughter for the day. 
	He got up the next day, the night before uneventful. Michael was able to get a good nice rest through the silent night. Going about his business for the day as normal; exercising, doing chores, then went to work. This went on for a couple days until something clicked in his head: it had been quiet ever since he saw Jacob return without his daughter.......