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While this story has elements of NSFW material, it is certainly not yiff. From what I can tell, there are quite a few well written steamy hot sex stories currently available on this site. If that is what you are looking for in this tale, I'm sorry but you will have to look elsewhere.

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-Furries

-Homosexual Relationships

-Heterosexual Relationships

-Gore (Both blood and Presidential Candidates)

-Sex (Of any kind)

-Abuse (Verbal, Physical and Emotional)

-The Color Blue (Whether it is Indigo, Teal or even Navy)

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Walk of Shame

Peter: I've got an itch that needs scratching, make sure that you pick up the necessary stuff

It honestly was a pretty straight forward text message, but one that made the black lab feel a little more excited than he would otherwise have liked while standing in a public place. Normally spending his early Saturday afternoon shopping for groceries would make for a fairly uneventful trip, but one couldn't blame him for getting a little worked up when you get a message like that from your significant other.

With certain parts of the canine tingling in a way that might otherwise attract unwanted attention, he hurriedly rolled his shopping cart from the rather busy breakfast cereal aisle, to the much less crowded region of the store filled with small kitchen appliances, giving him ample time to think about how he wanted to act on this rather out of the blue request.

'It's been a while,' he thought to himself, certainly not attempting to cover up the truth. It had undoubtedly been quite some time since he and his partner had enjoyed some intimate time together. Work schedules, family issues and a wide variety of other less straight-forward reasons stood behind the question of why, or more accurately in this case, why not.

It was a problem that he knew a lot couples faced at some point in their relationship, and if the previous week was anything to go off of, this finally looked like the start needed to fix their ongoing issue.

Even if it wasn't, or was only the very beginning of a long and ongoing operation to reform the bonds of their relationship, he simply didn't want to take the risk of missing an opportunity to engage with the man he loved so dearly. After only a few moments of hesitation, he ran a rather cursory search on his phone for an appropriate recipe and began to set his plan into action.

Chris: No problem, I'll see you when you get home

Supplementing his already selected grocery items with those required for the romantic candlelit dinner he would make for his partner, he moved about the store in a flurry of activity. Grilled honey-glazed salmon with an assortment of steamed vegetables would be the primary point of focus, followed up by a chocolate lava cake (a personal favorite of Peter's). They would use the opportunity to talk about their day, discuss the problems they were having, and then spend a passion filled evening together, similar to the ones they had spent years ago while in the throes of their youth.

Lining up to check out, he remembered about the more intimate items required for their planned evening and spent a few minutes picking out a selection of different lubricants and contraceptives that should make for a highly memorable bonding experience.

Once paid for and with a smile across his muzzle, the black lab loaded up his modest car with his purchases before quietly fighting the weekend traffic home through one of the cities many the shopping districts.

With everything unpacked and put away into their various hiding holes around their small one bedroom apartment, he started the long preparation process of cooking for the two of them. Peter usually finished on Saturdays around 5:00, so it was only fair to budget him a half an hour to make his way home and wash up, therefore he would aim for a 5:30 dinner.

Chris: I grabbed everything we need and I'm making dinner for us. Aiming for 5:30

Peter: See you when I get home

He cooked, he cleaned and he proudly displayed the more 'adult' purchases on their bedside tables, a warm reminder of what would likely be the climax of their evening (although he was hopeful that there would be multiple). The lab was tempted to 'pre-game' their little party thanks in part to a rather surging member straining against his underwear, but quickly decided that he would save both himself and his energy for what he anticipated would me a much more fun time later on that evening.

5:00 rolled around and the final portion of the meal (the lava cake) went into the oven so it would be ready to be consumed, still warm, as a delicious dessert. He looked around at the spotless apartment, a faint but nonetheless delightful hint of lavender wafted over the space courtesy of a small air freshener, finishing off what would otherwise be a picture perfect setting.

He dimmed the lighting at 5:20 in preparation for his lover's arrival home, igniting more than a dozen small candles in its stead. He stood patiently in the kitchen ready to both greet Peter as soon as he walked in and keep a close watch on the delicately baking cake.

At 5:50, he removed the cake from the heat, laying it to cool on top of the stove. He gathered the portions of the main course together and placed them briefly back into the still warm appliance, bringing them back up once more to an edible temperature.

C __hris_ :_ Hope you're not running too late, dinner's ready whenever

6:35 came and went; he made himself a plate and ate alone at the kitchen table, the tops of the once tall candles had already sunken down deep into their holders.

Chris: Everything alright? I'm going to start, I'll make sure to save you a plate

When 7:00 arrived he packed up the food, tucking it away in the fridge. He cleaned up the plates he had left out and scrubbed down the few remaining dirty utensils and trays used to make the meal he was so very proud of.

Chris: It's in the fridge, I'll see you soon!

As 8:00 rolled around, he microwaved a piece of the cake and sat down to watch a movie, curled up alone under a blanket on the couch.

Chris: I made some chocolate cake, I'll make sure to save you a piece

10:15 passed; he took a quick shower and changed into a pair of pajamas before settling into another movie. The faint drippings of the city lights leaked through the curtain on his living room window as the urban space around him continued to live unabated and unaware of the black lab's crumbling plans.

Chris: Is everything alright?

He fell asleep at 11:45 still buried under the quilt, while the movie proceeded to play on in the background. The candles the canine had painstakingly set up around the apartment had all but burnt out by this point.

At 12:35 a car door slammed waking him up briefly. He moved to turn off the TV, taking a brief peak out to the parking lot below, but was unable to find the man whom he was waiting for.

C __hris_ : Peter?_ I miss you

He returned to the couch and fell back asleep, wondering what he had done wrong.

The sound of voices in the hall woke him at 2:45. A brief fumbling noise at the door followed as he peered cautiously over the back of the sofa. The entrance opened and Peter walked in, his wide canine shoulders taking up much of the width of the door frame.

His heart fluttered, his tail wagged, and he began to smile, that is until the second figure appeared, trailing the canine into the apartment. The gray lynx closed the door behind him, removing his shoes in a rather uncoordinated series of motions.

Peter, visibly less drunk than the feline, laughed voraciously at the cat's struggle, waiting until he had finished before pressing himself against the man as they embraced in a passionate and rather loud bout of tongue swapping.

The black lab quickly turned around, retreating from the sight. He silently slid back down into his makeshift bed, his eyes beginning to both burn and water at the realization.

'Ohh,' he thought to himself. 'It's one of ... those ... nights.'

He couldn't watch, but was forced to listen to the man that he loved, and the stranger he did not know, moan, groan, growl and purr through muffled muzzles as they loudly fumbled around in the front entranceway. A zipper went down and he heard the deep rumbling voice of Peter break out of the otherwise quiet room.

"Hrrm ... that's right, kitty cat loves his meat doesn't he."

A slurp followed shortly by a gag and a cough spilled through the air and into the lab's more than unwilling ears.

"Poor kitty, I guess I'm just too big for that cute little muzzle of yours."

A short growl responded, and whatever the feline followed it up with elicited a deep breathy groan from the doberman's wide chest.

"Got a talented tongue there, let's see if we can put it to some good use."

The lab sealed his eyes shut while he slowly pulled the blanket over his head, trying to drown out the slowly increasing rhythmic thumps of Peter undoubtedly face-fucking the strange feline.

What was less than a minute of 'XXX' rated action felt like an eternity to the man on the sofa. The last vestiges of his hopes and dreams for recovering the tattered remains of the evening together had been purged outright from his mind.

"Alright now kitty that's enough of an appetizer, you have to work for your cream. What do you say we move along and get right to the main course."

A few shuffled sounds down the hall followed, then the all too familiar and distinct sound of the bedroom door closing. The lab, frozen on the couch, tried to will himself into unconsciousness before he would have to experience what he knew was coming next.

Yet try as he might, his partner acted much quicker in getting down to business than he could in drifting off to sleep. The growing growls and moans from the next room were barely filtered out by the thin interior walls of the dwelling.

He thought he could hold them back, he thought he could drown out the noise with the power and will of his mind, but once the bed began to squeak and squeal, and the metronome like thumping of the headboard against the wall started up in earnest, the dam holding back his sorrows burst.

The sobbing started as he lay alone and unwanted on the living room sofa, while the man he loved fucked another in the next room. Bursts of passion and screams of pleasure echoed through the small domicile, with utter disregard for the time of night nor any of the neighbor's attempts at a peaceful slumber.

Finally burning themselves out at just shy of 4:00 with a finale of climactic cries, silence once again reigned through the tiny apartment, with the lab having cried himself to sleep long before the duo had fully satiated their primal desires.

When the shower turned on at a little before 8:00, he knew who the occupant was; Peter was a late sleeper, especially on evenings similar to last. He found himself uncertain on exactly what to do, only knowing that it couldn't be the same thing that he had done on so many previous occasions; nothing.

The lab rose to his foot paws, keeping the curtains drawn and the otherwise bright morning sunlight at bay. He started a pot of coffee, put a few pieces of raisin bread into the toaster, and displayed a few different spreads on the small and still candle filled kitchen table.

Then he sat quietly and waited.

The shower stopped and he heard the bathroom door open. A pair of foot steps echoed down the otherwise silent hall, moving ever closer towards the entrance. The lynx came into view and went straight for the door, still somewhat visibly unsteady from the previous evening's adventures.

"Morning," the lab said quietly as the cat knelt down to pick up his shoes. The feline jumped up in fright, turning to face the kitchen with one paw clenched in a fist, the other clutched over his chest.

"Sorry," the lab muttered softly, redirecting his downtrodden gaze at the table in front of him.

The lynx stared at the canine for over a minute, spending the time catching his breathe and attempting to slow his heart rate.

"You scared the shit out of me," he whispered, glaring angrily at the man.

"Sorry," the lab repeated. "I just ... wanted to know if you wanted something to eat before you go." He looked at the feline apologetically and motioned to the now full pot of coffee. The lynx looked at the canine suspiciously before settling on a nonchalant shrug.

"If you're offering," he said, while taking a seat at the table.

"How do you like it?" the canine asked as he rose and procured a pair of mugs from one of the many walnut-brown cabinets.

"Just black is fine."

"Is toast alright? I can make some eggs if you'd like."

"Toast is perfect."

"Any butter?"

"Just a little please."

The lab moved confidently around the kitchen, undeniably the master of its organization and secrets. He prepared and served the pair's dishes, prior to settling back into his place at the table once more.

"Thanks," the lynx said, before slowly nibbling on the starchy bread and hot liquid. The pair sat in silence eating as the few early minutes of the day ticked by.

"What time did you get in this morning?" the lynx inquired. He started to become a little more confident and coherent the further he went into his meal.

"I was here all last night," murmured the lab as he took a brief sip of his coffee. He averted his eyes from the man sitting across from him, instead focusing on the few burnt out remains of the candles littering the tabletop. "I was sleeping on the couch."

"Oh..." the lynx said. He began to noticeably blush and cowered nervously behind his mug of warm brew. "Sorry if we uh ... kept you up."

"It's okay," the canine responded in a blunt but neutral tone. "It's nothing I haven't heard before." The feline across from him drooped his head and ears just a little bit more in shame while trying to quickly find a way to further the conversation along.

"So uh ... are you Peter's roommate? He didn't tell me he had one."

"That doesn't surprise me." The lab gazed distantly out into the empty space beyond the other man, grasping his mug with both paws. "A roommate of sorts I suppose..."

"Oh..." The lynx gulped nervously. "Does he ... does he do this often?"

"Far more often than I would like to admit I'm afraid." The canine commented in a rather unimpressed tone, a faint pained grimace spreading across his face.

"Hmm," the stranger muttered. "I guess that could be pretty hard to live with, I mean especially if you have to sleep on the couch."

"Yeah ... it's getting to be pretty challenging," the black lab replied.

"So why do you do it?" asked the lynx. "Why live with him?" The dog turned his gaze to face the man across the table from him. The feline shuddered and quickly attempted to clarify his question. "Sorry, I mean is it just financial reasons or ... I guess ... never mind ... that would probably make sense."

"It's not just about money, although that's part of it," the lab started quietly, his eyes beginning to well. "It's ... he's my fiance."

The feline's eyes grew round, his now wide-open maw no longer attempting to chew the mash of toast within.

"Don't worry, I'm not mad at you," the canine stated as a few tears streaked down his face. "You didn't ... and couldn't have known. I'm ... more disappointed in myself and how I've acted thus far."

"He's your..." the lynx started before being reaffirmed with a simple nod. "And he..."

The lab just sat quietly, placing his paws in his lap nodding his head slowly.

"Fuuuuck..." The feline replied in a long and drawn out exhale before leaning back heavily into his chair, palming his paw on top of his forehead. "Buddy I am so, so fucking sorry."

"Like I said, I'm not mad at you," he replied, looking down at the table.

"Why the fuck are you still with him?"

"I still ... love him," the lab answered. "And for the longest time I thought ... well hoped ... that we could work it out."

"Uhh, don't you think that that ship has long since sailed?" retorted the cat in a rather strong voice.

"I know, well I know now anyways," he responded gingerly. "Last night was the end, the finale of sorts."

"Well from the sounds of it, he's been doing this for a fair bit of time and you didn't exactly call it off on what I can only assume were multiple prior 'indiscretions'. So what makes last night so special?"

"Because he made it sound like we could finally begin to work through our problems, and that things might start to go back to the way they were, back when it was just us two." The dog sniveled and wiped away a few tears that marked his black fur. "Anyway, I stupidly took it at face value; made a nice dinner, planned an evening for the two of us ... picked up a few things to make it special-"

"-Oh for fucks sakes!" the feline interrupted, palming his face. "You're telling me that-"

"-Yeah. I picked it all up for the two of us," the canine continued.

"Christ man, you gotta get the fuck out of here and away from him."

"I know, for the first time I finally know it's through and there's no way back. It's a relief of sorts, but I don't ... know how. How to get away. How to move on."

"Get your shit and go," the cat cried out. "Stay with a friend while you get back on your feet, go back to your parents. I don't know, but you gotta get out."

"My parent's won't take me back," the lab said in almost a whisper. "They didn't take the whole 'Gay' thing very well."

"Ugh, I know that sentiment," the cat replied grimacing. "What about friends? I'm sure one of them can set you up on a couch for a bit. It doesn't exactly seem like you've slept in a bed for a while so it's not like you'd be expecting a life of luxury." The lab's already downtrodden eyes immediately sunk further as the comment left the lynx's muzzle. The cat's stomach pitted heavily as he realized his rather poor choice of words. "Shit I didn't mean it like-"

"No, it's okay. It's the truth and I don't want to have to dance around it anymore." The canine took another long drink from his morning brew letting the silence momentarily hold firm around them. "I have a few friends I can ask, although I'm not exactly the most outgoing person so my list is admittedly short."

"I'm sure one of them would be willing to help you out."

"Hopefully," the black canine replied. The pair sat in silence as they slowly downed the remains of their small meals, the faint echo of an analog clock ticking away the seconds in the background.

"I ... I should probably go," the lynx said quietly, rising to his feet.

"Just leave your plate, I'll clean it up after." The lab motioned for the cat to set his plate on the tabletop while managing to sport a small smile.

"I'm sorry I caused you so much of problem." The feline's soft and apologetic tone was one of sincerity, and the canine shook his head slowly in response.

"You didn't cause anything, the problem has been going on long before you were involved. You simply got drawn into it." The dog's still moist eyes held firm as he walked the man to the door. "And for that, I'm sorry."

The gray furred lynx quietly slipped his shoes on before reaching for the door knob, pausing as his paw gripped the elongated metal handle.

"Look..." the feline said, breaking the silence. "I know this is going to sound horribly cliché ... but if you can't figure out something by next Saturday, I want you to give me a call. Nobody deserves to have to live with this shit show."

With a rather surprised look the black lab gazed at the stranger in his entrance way, entirely unsure of how to reply to such an offer.

"I feel responsible for this, so it's the least I can do." He scratched the back of his neck and sheepishly averted his gaze from the canine.

"I told you, I'm not mad and I don't hold you responsible for anything that's happened."

"Still though, I feel awful. I want you to get this fucker out of your life as soon as possible, and if that means giving up part of my home for a while, then so be it."

"Thanks, but-"

"-No buts, what's your number?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, beginning a rapid series of finger taps as he composed a brief message. "And don't give me some fake one either, I'm not leaving until I can see that the message went through."

"904-555-0302," reluctantly replied the canine.

"Good, sent," the lynx said confidently. "I'm Matt by the way."

"Chris," said the canine, shaking the former stranger's hand.

"Nice to formally meet you Chris and I meant what I said. If you don't hear anything by next weekend let me know. In fact I'll probably phone you this week just to check up and see how it's going. If you do find a place sooner let me know too, I'll help you move your stuff."

"Thanks Matt, but it's not necessary. I can handle it."

"It doesn't hurt to have a helping hand once in a while, so just let me do this."

"Alright," the black lab agreed, albeit begrudgingly. A faint ping from the canine's phone announced the arrival of a new message.

"Was that it?" the lynx asked.

"Yeah" the lab replied with a heavy sigh.

"Okay. Well thanks for everything Chris, it was nice meeting you, although I really wish it was under different circumstances."

"Yeah ... me too."

"I'll get a hold of you later, but if you ever want to talk, you have my number."

"Okay."

"Goodbye Chris," he said quietly. "It's going to get better."

He walked out of the door, closing it shut behind him. The lone but no longer truly alone canine now stood in the entranceway of his small abode, silently staring at the door; a sentinel of the memories built and treasured in the quiet single bedroom domicile. So much to do and so much to think about, the canine mustered what faint strength he had left within to start the long and painful process of tearing apart his life. He began it all by collapsing on the couch, where he wept away the mistakes of a failed relationship.

End

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