Betrayal
The sun was high as Targon finished preparing for his date. Standing before the dresser mirror, he finished buttoning his navy blue Jordach shirt, ran a comb through his jet-black head hair, and then walked from the bedroom to the kitchen.
Opening the refrigerator, he peered in looking to see if he had any orange juice left. 'There it is,' he thought, as he reached in and pulled the bottle out. 'Just enough for one glass.' Taking a glass from the dish strainer, he fills it and throws the bottle in the recycle.
Taking a drink, he heads for the living room and sits on the couch to wait for Aleesh to arrive. "It's too quiet," Targon says to himself as he reaches for the remote and turns the television on. The top corner reads ch 9, as a team of furs can be seen running onto a baseball diamond. "I don't think so, not today." He flips the channel, and now it shows a concert. "Bleh, country? No way." He turns the TV off and walks over to his computer. A curious look crosses his face, brow ruffled and lips pursed.
'Cool, it's logged on,' he thinks as he clicks a link and a message window labeled Rogue flashes onto the screen. He hits a few keys and then enter. The message simple, 'You there?' A minute later came a response. 'Yeah.'
'Am I still coming over tonight?' followed. Targon looked at it and responded, 'Hell yes. Been looking forward to this all week.' A knock at the door startles him and he jumps slightly. Now his fingertips fly. 'Shit, she's here. Gotta go. Cya. He clicks the window and it disappears.
Rushing to the door, he grabs the knob and then stops, passes his left paw down his front, and then opens the door. Standing outside is a drop dead gorgeous poodle with white fur and wearing a tan pantsuit. "Aleesh, God I missed you," he says as he throws his paws around her, steps through and pulls the door closed with his foot.
"Ready to go?" he asks.
"Well, of course," Aleesh answers. "Did you make the reservation?"
Targon looks at her and pouts. "Two days ago. You still don't trust me? How long are you going to hold that against me? Forget one anniversary and you're labeled for life."
"Mmhmmm," was her only response, her look as cold as ice.
Putting his arm around her, they strolled out of the building and down the street. Targon watches the cars passing on the street and then looks at his watch.
"Hmmm, 4:30 and look at how light the traffic is," he says, trying to initiate some sort of conversation. She hasn't been very talkative lately because he hasn't proposed yet. After all, they've only been dating for 6 months.
A firm exhalation was her only answer. Her gaze remained fixed on the sidewalk ahead as she had no intention on speaking to him for the rest of the evening unless he put a ring on her finger tonight.
A few minutes, they walk through the front door of a small restaurant called Bantams' Cuisine. Stopping at the inner arch, they wait for the greeter.
Finally she breaks her gaze, giving Targon a sidelong glance that should have turned him to stone. He feels a shudder ripple through his body, starting in the deep of his gullet and working its way to his chest. As much as he wanted to ask her to please not look at him that way, he bit his tongue and held his own silence.
"Well," she finally sneers," where is he? We're on time. If you made the reservation, he should have been waiting right here for us to arrive."
Targon could feel heat lightly burning in his ears as he was getting upset. But no, calm always wins the day, was his special motto. "I made the reservation two days ago," he repeated, almost gritting his teeth. "Look, there he is." He raises his paw to signal the greeters attention.
"Good afternoon. Do you have a reservation?" The greeter, a stout bulldog asks.
"Indeed we do," Aleesh interjected, not giving Targon a chance to respond. "Last name's Silvercoat."
"Uh-uh, I made the reservation under my name, Bemshan," Targon interceded with.
Aleesh snapped her head and gave him a fiery glare. "I told you to use my name."
"And I wanted it under mine," he replied in a cold tone. 'Oh God, why did I say that like that?' he thought.
Aleesh attempted to burn him with her gaze once more and then retorted, "Humph!" and turned her attention back to the greeter. "Fine then, is the reservation there?" she asked, finally showing a sweeter side, but only because she wasn't angry with him.
He looks over the book and finally says," Ah, here it is. But unfortunately your table won't be ready for at least another half hour."
"What? What kind of an establishment are they running here? The reservation was for 4:45, and it's now 4:50. We want the table now." Her hackles raise slightly as she finishes the ream out.
"Madam," responds the greeter calmly," I'm sorry, but the table cannot possibly be made ready any sooner. We're very busy today and short-staffed. You can always have a seat at the bar while you wait."
Her jaw drops at the mere suggestion, "Why, I never," she huffs. "Targon, let's go. We're leaving." She spins and storms for the door.
Targon looks at the greeter and says, "I am so sorry. She just hasn't been herself lately. I sincerely apologize for the both of us."
"Targon! Come!"
He begins to feel the heat in his ears again. Slipping the greeter a twenty, Targon heads for the door. Looking at Aleesh, he slowly shakes his head.
"Well," she snaps.
Targon closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and then looks her straight in the eye. "Aleesh," he begins, sighs, and then continues, "Aleesh, go home. I can't live like this any anymore. You're arrogant, you're obstinate, and what's more," he shakes his head actually grins," you're a f**k bitch."
Shocked by his announcement, she reels back a step. Eyes wide and mouth half open, she finds herself so stunned by his words, that she can't speak. After what seemed like an eternity, she turned and slowly meandered through the door and up the street, disappearing around the corner.
Looking back at the greeter, Targon nods his head, turns and strolls out the door. As he makes his way to the right, walking back to his apartment, he finds his life looking much brighter already.
"Oh, hell. She took off with my key." Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out his cell and dials. Listening to the rings, he thinks, 'Do I really need to worry right now?' The line continues to ring. "To shit with it. She's probably on her way to her moms house to cry."
He hangs up and continues on his way. The traffic seems a bit heavier now, and there are definitely more people out on foot. 'Afternoon rush hour, everybody's changing shifts.'
Walking on, he comes to his building and walks in the front door.' Wow,' he thinks, 'even the colors in here look brighter. Amazing how clear one can see after taking off those damn glasses.'
He unlocks the door and heads straight for the computer. Typing in a message, he waits for a response. A tone sounds and he looks at the message window.' I'm here,' it reads. Targon types another message,' I'm free now after all. Sent her packing. Come on over. Cya.'
Half an hour later there's a knock at the door. Not just any, however. It has a rhythm. Targon smiles as he stands and walks to the door, knowing exactly who it is. On the other side stands a rough dressed coyote. Tan coat and short, brown head hair, and wearing jeans and a t-shirt showing plenty of wear.
Targon smiles and murrs as he takes his paw and leads him through the door. "Thanks for coming, Rogue," Targon said. "Want something to drink first or would you rather get down to business?"
'Gotta beer?" Rogue asks.
"You know I don't keep alcohol in the house."
"Well then," Rogue replies, "down to business."
Targon just smiles as he heads for the bedroom, Rogue pulling up the rear. Once in, Targon closes the door and pulls the coyote close and starts pawing his back. Rogue returns the favor by kissing Targon, lightly probing his mouth with his tongue, and then, feeling his own hormones beginning to course, starts sucking on Targons tongue.
Targon murrs from the special attention as he reaches down and undoes his pants. Then he reaches across and undoes Rogues. Sliding his paws up just a little, he grabs the coyotes shirt and begins pulling it up. His companion breaks the kiss and steps back, raising his arms as Targon pulls the shirt off over Rogues head.
After unbuttoning his own shirt and dropping his pants and boxers, Targon finishes undressing Rogue by pulling the coyotes pants down and helping him step out of them. Looking back up, he couldn't help but let a snicker escape his muzzle.
"Thong underwear?" Targon said, half statement, half question. "Ooo...kinky." Rogue only smiles as Targon places a paw on each hip and pulls them down to Rogues ankles.
Now staring straight into his fully exposed member, he glances quickly to Rogues face and then back. Murring, he licks the shaft from bottom to tip and back again, continuing downward until he reaches the coyotes sack.
Rolling Rogues balls with his tongue, he gingerly takes one into his mouth and tenderly sucks on it. He likes the feel of this and wouldn't trade it for the anything.
Backing off mere inches, he looks up again and tells Rogue, "Lay down on the bed. It's time for some fun." On command, Rogue sits on the bed and lays back, murring from the extreme pleasure he just experienced and from the ecstasy he knows he's about to.
Targon crawls up on the bed and straddles Rogues legs, leaning forward to grab that c**k he wanted so badly. Taking it in his paw, he immediately licks the tip before plunging his muzzle over it.
Rising back up on it Tragon gets a steady rhythm going as he reaches down between Rogues legs and begins playing with his tail hole. Both murr in unison now as the passion of the moment floods them both.
Grabbing the coyote's hips, Targon flips him over and without wasting any time buries his tongue in Rogues tail hole. Giving it several licks, he slips his tongue in and works it in every direction he can manage.
Moaning loudly, Rogue begins clawing at the sheets, lifting his head, eyes clamped shut as he arches his back in ecstasy. No one has ever eaten his tail hole before, the intense feelings rippling through his body were like nothing he'd ever experienced before.
Rising back up to his knees, Targon places his own engorged c**k against the coyotes a*sho*e and begins to carefully slide it in.
"Ungh," was Rogues first response.
Hearing this, Targon stops, only half in. Watching Rogues head, he waits for a signal that the pain he just felt is beginning to subside.
Seeing the coyote's head beginning to fall, Targon finishes sliding his c**k in, immediately pulling back out, thrusting slowly at first, and working his way to a steady workout.
Walking up to the buildings front door, Aleesh tentatively enters and approaches Targons front door. Arms wrapped around herself, she stops,' What if he isn't home yet? Gads, what if he meant what he said, and doesn't ever want to see me again?' The questions race through her mind so fast, she can barely make any of them out.
She raises her paw and lightly knocks on the door. She waits for a minute, but no one answers.' Okay,' she begins to think again, 'he isn't home yet. I'll just leave a note n his computer, and hopefully he'll call so we can talk.'
Reaching into her purse, she takes out her key and lets herself in. Closing the door she walks over to the computer and starts reaching for the mouse when she hears a noise. "What's that?" she asks herself.
Walking around the corner, she sees Targons bedroom door. She approaches it and places her ear to it to listen. She hears squeaks and moans coming from the other side.
Recognizing the sounds of mating, she grabs the knob and throw open the door in a fit of jealous rage. There before her is her love, shooting a load of c*m all over the back of a coyote she has never seen before.
"What are you doing?" she screams, surprising both.
As a result of the unexpected visitor, Rogue collapses and rolls to his side, as Targon slips and falls on top of him.
"Oh my God!" She screams again, "What in the hell are you doing screwing a guy?"
Regaining his composure, Targon gets off the bed and walks up to her. Reaching to grab the door, he grins at her evilly," Get the f**k out and don't ever let me see your muzzle again," he calmly states before slamming the door shut.
In tears, she drops her key on the floor and runs from the building.
Turning back to his new mate, Targon walks back to the bed and lies next to Rogue. He takes the coyote in his arms and says," You're the one I truly love. As long as you're by my side, I'll always be happy." He closes his eyes and they both drift off to sleep
The End