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Well….that would only be partially true. Most aren’t concerned with how shabby their abodes seem to the casual observer who is privileged enough to visit or pad through their cluttered (crunched for space) domiciles. Home is not in all honesty where the heart is, careers and station, a rung on the ladder of success are all that separates one neck of the woods from another, the fine line between the well off and the gutter hitting tramps, those with a life a distinction vs. the inundated that cast about in desperation for something within themselves that could either change their standing (which in most cases never happens) or more often then not for the next and most temperate means of survival.\n\tAnd then there are the intrepid ones….\n\tThose are the scoundrels and rogues that add in the missing stitches to society, finishing off the quilt of a moral melting pot of mixed and tattered consciences with varied bits of black, grey and white that gleam and pattern each and every citizens soul until not one has a well and easily read set of motives.\n\tI’ve thought about it as well as myself in terms of where I muscle in and which group or in-between rung I fall under. What category I inhabit with my actions and given who I am. Confused most times after this self exploration I simply admit that I am gray, a selfish bystander who lives for the sake of comfort and pleasure the few times in life that it graces my waking moments, peril on my heels. Constant reminders that I live in a world where the trust of a true friend is invaluable and rare. Most times I can’t afford to trust anyone but myself. Canines on this wild modge podge of an island can’t.\n\tWish I could say that I was living the American dream, growing fat off of a happily existence where most of my days were spent curled near the steel toed boots of some wealthy hardworking middle class human, not too well off but content to come home and take me to the park before we settled down in front of a nice warm fire. My personality probably wouldn’t be able to accept that kind of style or grace, my mind wouldn’t wrap around it and embrace it like a loyal dog on the end of a leash that was given dictations on where and when I would able to walk, an owner that told me when to eat and when to sleep and what he expected from me as his property. I was too much of a rebel, too much an in-between guy, the thread of society that recognizes all of the cogs and bumps into contact with them but isn’t apart of the machine as a whole. \n\tHowever that’s what dreaming is for.\n\tTruth is that I wanted to stay away from that sort of attention even though I sought after another breed of it. I hadn’t been on the island long and I already knew how it worked, I knew the city pretty well and had scouted out it’s diagram in my head as only one who goes by his nose could. Perhaps I would settle for a time if things didn’t turn out but I was determined to figure things out, to garner the attention of my own kind, the sub social network that isn’t naked to just anyone but is every bit as important as the first.\n\tFinding a way into the higher echelon of animal society in the big apple was my aim, being not completely recognized for who I was (in most ways that would’ve gotten me killed) but to gain some attention as the new pup in town.\n\tAfter gaining what knowledge that I could I ended up near my target, sleeping in an abandoned sleazy part of the city we quadrupeds refer to as North Point. \n\tWaking in an alley with a gray sky above fletched with sickly yellow wasn’t the best start to a day that I’d ever had but it was quite refreshing to rise to my paws and stretch, the mixed smells assailing my nostrils, meat somewhere in there along with disregarded clothing, spices, dirt, broken odds and ends as well the random tidbit of abandoned trash that still smelled fresh.\n\tGarbage bags sure did provide soft comfort for sleep.\n\tI wish finding a suitable place to spend the rest of my doggy days was the full extent of why I had brought myself this far and ended up where I was. Somewhere inside of myself I knew that when this was over I would- if I survived- wander until I found the ideal place where I could live. Hell if living here was a possibility after my motives were set in motion I would find a way to make it work happily. Scavenge for food and beg using puppy dog eyes and the sympathy of humans, bump into the occasional bitch and enjoy a good time on the town, run, explore and delve deeper into the joys of life with the city as my playground….\n\tThat was my hope….\n\tHowever there were a few things that I needed to take care of first and foremost before any of that became remotely possible.\n\tMy destination for now was Townsend Place, a house, a piece of pure old New York, built in the heyday of the finest stonework. It was a four story home on East Sixty-Ninth street with windows tinted prismatic colors framed by green shutters.\n\tOne of the few residences that hadn’t been broken into segmented apartments, the front of the house bore a polished brass plaque announcing the year of the house‘s seminal, 1850. The window boxes were most times in bloom alive with tulips which gave the corner a heady scent that left me shaking my head, my thoughts fuzzy and my heart thumping against my chest as if some insatiable creature had crawled into my stomach and brought alive my more devious instincts. I was a player through and through, no question about that. However never before had I felt the animal in me, so unbearably close to the surface, so reachable. Never had it been so hard to keep my emotions from bursting out into the open where I lost control. Revenge was in the air…..\n\tCars dashed along the blacktop roads, numerable people cluttered the sidewalks, a boom box blared somewhere, the hard ground cool on my pads as I crossed to Townsend Place hoping that I would gain my entrance.\n\tCold morning chills are a bitch when you’re still groggy and have just barely roused yourself from nights warm peaceful embrace. I was sat before Townsend Place thoroughly disgruntled, resentful in some ways that I had to do this. The strong aroma of the flowers was a harsh assault on my nose which twitched of it’s own accord as I coughed and tried to direct my mind elsewhere. I almost preferred the so called dodgier parts of the city in comparison to this cloying pristine pamperville. I had my work cut out for me to be sure.\n\tHowever, the plan wasn’t to look like a desperate lost puppy scratching at the door, in dire need of a home. My curiosity had urged me to check out the digs and introduce myself to the place. Thankfully I had timed my trespass without a hitch, with no one around to ask questions of me, to ask why I was here or anything like that.\n\tChoosing a subtle little corner on the left side of the banistered porch where the stairwell met with the side of the building I hiked up a hind leg and left a small scent marking, far removed enough that it wasn’t overbearing or overly dominant but just there and unmistakable. Someone would find it and be able to discover a little about me without me having to give a presentation or advertise too much of my intentions with a normal face to face greeting. Emotions were one thing that scent couldn’t encompass, that it didn’t betray. All that they would find was the identity of a guy available for hire, ready and waiting when they decided to investigate. More importantly it would give me the time that I needed to gather my thoughts and forge a mask that wouldn’t be easy to read. At the moment I was weak and vulnerable, too obvious and not complicated enough. With preparation that would definitely change. It had to change to ensure my survival.\n\tTurning on my heel I trotted off towards the next most important thing in my world at that moment. Food was calling my name and judging by the smells coming from somewhere close I wouldn’t be disappointed!\n\tNestled in around a corner just off of Townsend, was a hotdog stand just off of where the streets barreled down like the ribs of a hungry beast, the fragrances were driving me wild and before I was able to pinpoint exactly where the intoxicating fumes were coming from, my tongue was lulling from my mouth and saliva was falling like rain in trickling salvos from my slavering jaws. \n\tDirt, and grit covered my road weary pads already, paws smothered in a black coat of dust that I could feel every time that I took a step. When I found the time, grooming wouldn’t be a bad idea so that I could display myself in the most attractive light possible. Street urchins didn’t grab attention, especially in the crowd I was trying to gain entrance into.\n\tA middle aged human stood idly alongside a cart with a red and white striped fringe protection against the sun-(should it ever decide to appear). He was huge and built although it wasn’t the kind of a build that most humans admired…at least from what I’d witnessed over the years. He was balding slightly with a stringy, greasy head of hair that would make any mutt rethink the term mans best friend. His belly sagged over the rim of a tight waistline, only covered up by a sweat laden wife beater t-shirt that looked like it had been in the world longer then I’d been alive. A pair of white mayonnaise legs stuck out, wobbling every now and then as if they could barely support the load they carried. Dutifully his pooched lips formed a smile as he greeted the random customer although by the bland, blank expression on his heaving features that it was all an act. The man was bored stiff. He needed something to pick him up- something to shake him up a bit and bring reality back to him and I was the perfect candidate for the job!\n\tI nearly bungled the whole thing at first being new to these streets and all, I dashed around the corner at full tilt and almost collided into the stand nose first before I stopped myself, crouching down and using it for cover. \n\tMore then anything I needed to play this right if I expected to come away from this deal with my appetite sated. The opportune moment would present itself given enough time. For now the best thing for me was to hunker down and wait.\n\t“You waiting for a chance to snag a hotdog as well sugar?”\n\tHearing the voice come out of nowhere nearly caused me to yipe aloud in surprise and give away my position. I must have been too preoccupied with daydreaming of the delectable food at hand to realize that I’d be joined.\n\tI snapped my head around and found myself nose to nose with another quadruped, huge black nose sniffing lightly at my face and large green eyes blinking back at me playfully. My tail whisked uncertainly from side to side behind me as I stuttered something that didn’t make any sense.\n\t“I…..yeah…sure I am.”\n\tThe canine giggled and my addled mind finally registered that the dog in question was a female. There was no mistaking that scent, the spicy flavor assailing my nostrils, nor the fine and delicate way her features twisted into a smile, or the way her ears elegantly flicked back against her head as she traced her nose along my neck.\n\t“Sorry just wasn’t expecting company” I added lamely.\n\t“Can you forgive me then” she whispered raising her eyebrows in a mock hopeful way? \n\t“I’ll have to think about that” I mumbled absentmindedly staring up over the lip of the cart to the hotdogs beyond. Even if this chickyboo was in heat and for some reason interested in me…food came first. “But I’m sure in time I would be able to.”\n\t“Glad to hear it. If you want I can distract him while you run with the goods…that is if you can save some it for me.”\n\tDrawing my gaze away from the mouth watering morsels I looked at her inquisitively, tongue lulling from my chops and probably looking silly. When a guy is that hungry however…looking ridiculous doesn’t matter. Infact the world is shrouded in a haze of obsession that is unbreakable, cloying, like trying to breath underwater-where everything is drowned out and inaudible save for the constant pressing need for air. In that moment it’s nearly impossible to avoid, the temptation often times leading to disaster.\n\tIn retrospect I should’ve known to be more careful, I should have chosen the higher path and thought twice about everything. But I was overwhelmed, everything that most canine males can’t resist was there right before me, the scent of meat, grilled with all sorts of relish, ketchup, mustered and the unmistakable taunting, teasing spice of a wet female in heat. I should have been wary, but with so many delicious choices before me, I couldn’t help but agree, managing to nod my head, tongue sweeping it’s way along my mouth of it’s own accord.\n\t“I’ll take that as a yes then hot stuff” she cooed slyly. Stretching forward she brushed her body along my side and haunches like a cat, warm and smooth. She glided along me like a pro, her body meeting mine at all the right points, the stroke of a bow along the bridge of a fiddle ending with a flourish of her long saber like tail under my chin and extended glimpse of what lay underneath.\n\tDamn she was good! Perhaps too good….\n\tStriding along with her tail wagging and her hips switching this way and that she glanced back at me for a brief moment and then, quick as lightening she sprang at the hot dog man, nipping his heel and barking.\n\tHis reaction: priceless!\n\tYelping and jumping into the air he grasped his ankle with both hands, dismay written all over his normally stonewall features. Steadily his beady eyes honed in on my lady friend with annoyance that soon matured to anger. \n\tSecond nature kicked in and the human had snatched up his tongs and had taken after her, trying to find the means to dish out revenge upon his four legged tormentor. Most importantly however was the fact that his attention was completely diverted so that I could strike my own blow against him.\n\tDon’t get me wrong-I had nothing against the guy. Infact I have loved the occasional human (when they have offered to feed me or when they’ve given me a reason to trust them). Just as a general rule they’re alright in my book.\n\tI just don’t feel all contrite and guilty with sad puppy dog tears coursing down my mug when I have to screw them over a little bit in order for another day on this good green earth. At the end of the day, if it came down to a human or me…most times I’d choose me. That’s right…I’m no Rin Tin Tin or Lassie. I’m a tad on the selfish side and doing the ‘right thing’, sacrificing or giving and getting nothing in return really has never really been my strong suit. The result of being that way in my experience ends with a short drop and a sudden and abrupt stop, the pound or the ground, kibble…..\n\tSuffice it to say that while stonewall was being kept at bay by foxy lady I had no second thoughts about leaping up on my hind legs, hooking my paws around the long handle on the side of the cart, woofing down a fresh -ready to serve- dog on a bun with the delectables already covering it and then gripping my teeth into a long string of em. \n\tThere were a good six or seven, enough where I had to hold my head up high to keep them from dragging on the ground. Had to run….well had to trot carefully away, down the sidewalk, around the corner, hide myself behind a dumpster and I was home free- already sinking my fangs into deliciously giving flesh. \n\tMy excitement along with my anticipation at the taste that pervaded within my mouth caused the chain of hotdogs to slip to plop at my feet, though that only increased my appetite. Waterworks can be a curse until they are either staunched or acquitted and the only thing you can do is try to use your tongue to keep back the tide.\n\tThe cure to my affliction was right there before me!\n\tI could smell it! The taste still bathed my taste buds, coating my saliva with a rich NewYork flavor. \n\tEyes bulging I realized for the first time just how enormous they were, dwarfing anything I had ever had the pleasure of scarfing down! In comparison this was a feast, and I greatly desired to tuck into my reward.\n\tWhere was she!?\n\tHeart pounding I chanced a glance around the edge of the dumpster to the street beyond. Nothing! No sign of her….\n\tHad she met with something unexpected? \n\t“Ahem…”\n\tI should’ve known!\n\tTurning I was met with a shepherd nose rubbing up against mine before, two green eyes came into focus, twinkling with mirth.\n\t“You know you really have a bad habit of sneaking up on dogs” I growled allowing a grin to spread along my face. “What took you so long?”\n\t“Did’ya miss me?”\n\tWaltzing over on light paws, she neatly placed a paw on the third link in the chain and cut the meat with a swift bite so that two smaller chains of three lay ready and waiting.\n\tShe was so casual that it seemed the most natural thing in the world. \n\tI really would have to be careful around her.\n\tPerhaps if I played the dutiful type I could earn some points.\n\t“I’ll admit that I was beginning to worry…thought perhaps that hotdog guy had managed to score some hits or that you might’ve met with a dogcatcher.”\n\tLicking a paw and running it along her face she surveyed me with a cocky smile, her eyelashes coyly framing the look adorning her delicate snout. Taking a moment more she bent and took a mouthful of one of her dogs, chewing it with more decorum then most canines would and definitely more then I intended to.\n\tAs I padded over and plonked down to start on my share she answered.\n\t“With me you have nothing to worry about when it comes to that sort of a thing” she murmured. “However I’m touched to hear that you care.”\n\tI shook my head ears down in concentration as I finished off the first of the sausages. \n\t“That’s not what I said.”\n\t“But it’s probably what you meant…” she implied rolling her tongue around the end of one of the hot dogs in a peculiar way that made me stop and watch.\n\tHad to play it cool.\n\t“Sure” I said as nonchalantly as I could, returning back to my meal with all the signs of a disinterested pooch.\n\t“However” she continued on quickly, “ I’m sure that given this delicious bit of food that you helped me snag, ‘you’ might be able to score some hits on me.”\n\tMy tail wagged a titch of it’s own accord even before I had noticed that it was. Willpower only goes so far in the constant war against instincts. Unfortunately for me, my cards were showing plain as day for her to read. She had made a move and now it was my turn.\n\tSwallowing I lifted my eyes to hers and flashed her a lecherous wink.\n\t“Tempting as it is to mate first ask questions later…I don’t even know your name” I growled. \n\t“I am known by a few but most call me Mariah” she cooed her tail wagging at an excited albeit measured rate. “And yours hot stuff?”\n\t“Slate…”\n\t“Slate…much as would like to I can’t help but admit that I’m not here…just for the sake of a ‘good time’. At some point we need to talk” she murmured moving closer and dragging her tongue along my neck scruff. \n\tPanting by this time I could barely control my voice or my haggard breath.\n\t“What about?”\n\t“Oh nothing much…just a certain scent marking you left at Townsend.”\n\tThe bomb had dropped in a way that I hadn’t expected it to. And yet here it was, hitting me over my sex induced head like a sledge hammer.\n\t“Something wrong with it” I quarried nuzzling into her side?\n\t“No no, nothing ‘wrong’ with it at all handsome. Just was wondering if by leaving it there you were serious about perhaps talking business. Few dogs male or female ever leave an application like that when it comes to the prospect for working for Nevarrio…”\n\tSo it had worked, but it had been fast. My heart was pounding like a caged beast in my chest as I contemplated what Mariah was telling me. Had I stumbled into my enemies ‘receptionist’ on happy chance?\n\t“Business or pleasure first Sllaatte?”\n\tNibbling along my ears and my jaw line she slurred my name on purpose, raising to her paws and straddling herself over my body. She made sure that her chest matched up and fit against my back, that I was made acutely aware of her swollen mound, dripping a trail of her thick wet feminine juices down my rib cage to cover my belly and the edge of my sheath.\n\t“Since someone is excited…why don’t we talk business later” I chuckled not so much seeing as feeling her eyes targeting the back of my neck.\n\t“Judging by your advertisement stud…I’m not the only one….”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": " \tPeople in New York think a great deal about real estate. Well….that would only be partially true. Most aren’t concerned with how shabby their abodes seem to the casual observer who is privileged enough to visit or pad through their cluttered (crunched for space) domiciles. Home is not in all honesty where the heart is, careers and station, a rung on the ladder of success are all that separates one neck of the woods from another, the fine line between the well off and the gutter hitting tramps, those with a life a distinction vs. the inundated that cast about in desperation for something within themselves that could either change their standing (which in most cases never happens) or more often then not for the next and most temperate means of survival.
\tAnd then there are the intrepid ones….
\tThose are the scoundrels and rogues that add in the missing stitches to society, finishing off the quilt of a moral melting pot of mixed and tattered consciences with varied bits of black, grey and white that gleam and pattern each and every citizens soul until not one has a well and easily read set of motives.
\tI’ve thought about it as well as myself in terms of where I muscle in and which group or in-between rung I fall under. What category I inhabit with my actions and given who I am. Confused most times after this self exploration I simply admit that I am gray, a selfish bystander who lives for the sake of comfort and pleasure the few times in life that it graces my waking moments, peril on my heels. Constant reminders that I live in a world where the trust of a true friend is invaluable and rare. Most times I can’t afford to trust anyone but myself. Canines on this wild modge podge of an island can’t.
\tWish I could say that I was living the American dream, growing fat off of a happily existence where most of my days were spent curled near the steel toed boots of some wealthy hardworking middle class human, not too well off but content to come home and take me to the park before we settled down in front of a nice warm fire. My personality probably wouldn’t be able to accept that kind of style or grace, my mind wouldn’t wrap around it and embrace it like a loyal dog on the end of a leash that  was given dictations on where and when I would able to walk, an owner that told me when to eat and when to sleep and what he expected from me as his property. I was too much of a rebel, too much an in-between guy, the thread of society that recognizes all of the cogs and bumps into contact with them but isn’t apart of the machine as a whole.
\tHowever that’s what dreaming is for.
\tTruth is that I wanted to stay away from that sort of attention even though I sought after another breed of it. I hadn’t been on the island long and I already knew how it worked, I knew the city pretty well and had scouted out it’s diagram in my head as only one who goes by his nose could. Perhaps I would settle for a time if things didn’t turn out but I was determined to figure things out, to garner the attention of my own kind, the sub social network that isn’t naked to just anyone but is every bit as important as the first.
\tFinding a way into the higher echelon of  animal society in the big apple was my aim, being not completely recognized for who I was (in most ways that would’ve gotten me killed) but to gain some attention as the new pup in town.
\tAfter gaining what knowledge that I could I ended up near my target, sleeping in an abandoned sleazy part of the city we quadrupeds refer to as North Point.
\tWaking in an alley with a gray sky above fletched with sickly yellow wasn’t the best start to a day that I’d ever had but it was quite refreshing to rise to my paws and stretch, the mixed smells assailing my nostrils, meat somewhere in there along with disregarded clothing, spices, dirt, broken odds and ends as well the random tidbit of abandoned trash that still smelled fresh.
\tGarbage bags sure did provide soft comfort for sleep.
\tI wish finding a suitable place to spend the rest of my doggy days was the full extent of why I had brought myself this far and ended up where I was.  Somewhere inside of myself I knew that when this was over I would- if I survived- wander until I found the ideal place where I could live. Hell if living here was a possibility after my motives were set in motion I would find a way to make it work happily. Scavenge for food and beg using puppy dog eyes and the sympathy of humans, bump into the occasional bitch and enjoy a good time on the town, run, explore and delve deeper into the joys of life with the city as my playground….
\tThat was my hope….
\tHowever there were a few things that I needed to take care of first and foremost before any of that became remotely possible.
\tMy destination for now was Townsend Place, a house, a piece of pure old New York, built in the heyday of the finest stonework. It was a four story home on East Sixty-Ninth street with windows tinted prismatic colors framed by green shutters.
\tOne of the few residences that hadn’t been broken into segmented apartments, the front of the house bore a polished brass plaque announcing the year of the house‘s seminal, 1850. The window boxes were most times in bloom alive with tulips which gave the corner a heady scent that left me shaking my head, my thoughts fuzzy and my heart thumping against my chest as if some insatiable creature had crawled into my stomach and brought alive my more devious instincts. I was a player through and through, no question about that. However never before had I felt the animal in me, so unbearably close to the surface, so reachable. Never had it been so hard to keep my emotions from bursting out into the open where I lost control. Revenge was in the air…..
\tCars dashed along the blacktop roads, numerable people cluttered the sidewalks, a boom box blared somewhere, the hard ground cool on my pads as I crossed to Townsend Place hoping that I would gain my entrance.
\tCold morning chills are a bitch when you’re still groggy and have just barely roused yourself from nights warm peaceful embrace. I was sat before Townsend Place thoroughly disgruntled, resentful in some ways that I had to do this. The strong aroma of the flowers was a harsh assault on my nose which twitched of it’s own accord as I coughed and tried to direct my mind elsewhere. I almost preferred the so called dodgier parts of the city in comparison to this cloying pristine pamperville. I had my work cut out for me to be sure.
\tHowever, the plan wasn’t to look like a desperate lost puppy scratching at the door, in dire need of a home. My curiosity had urged me to check out the digs and introduce myself to the place. Thankfully I had timed my trespass without a hitch, with no one around to ask questions of me, to ask why I was here or anything like that.
\tChoosing a subtle little corner on the left side of the banistered porch where the stairwell met with the side of the building I hiked up a hind leg and left a small scent marking, far removed enough that it wasn’t overbearing or overly dominant but just there and unmistakable. Someone would find it and be able to discover a little about me without me having to give a presentation or advertise too much of my intentions with a normal face to face greeting. Emotions were one thing that scent couldn’t encompass, that it didn’t betray. All that they would find was the identity of a guy available for hire, ready and waiting when they decided to investigate. More importantly it would give me the time that I needed to gather my thoughts and forge a mask that wouldn’t be easy to read. At the moment I was weak and vulnerable, too obvious and not complicated enough. With preparation that would definitely change. It had to change to ensure my survival.
\tTurning on my heel I trotted off towards the next most important thing in my world at that moment. Food was calling my name and judging by the smells coming from somewhere close I wouldn’t be disappointed!
\tNestled in around a corner just off of Townsend, was a hotdog stand just off of where the streets barreled down like the ribs of a hungry beast, the fragrances were driving me wild and before I was able to pinpoint exactly where the intoxicating fumes were coming from, my tongue was lulling from my mouth and saliva was falling like rain in trickling salvos from my slavering jaws.
\tDirt, and grit covered my road weary pads already, paws smothered in a black coat  of dust that I could feel every time that I took a step. When I found the time, grooming wouldn’t be a bad idea so that I could display myself in the most attractive light possible. Street urchins didn’t grab attention, especially in the crowd I was trying to gain entrance into.
\tA middle aged human stood idly alongside a cart with a red and white striped fringe protection against the sun-(should it ever decide to appear). He was huge and built although it wasn’t the kind of a build that most humans admired…at least from what I’d witnessed over the years. He was balding slightly with a stringy, greasy head of hair that would make any mutt rethink the term mans best friend. His belly sagged over the rim of a tight waistline, only covered up by a sweat laden wife beater t-shirt that looked like it had been in the world longer then I’d been alive. A pair of white mayonnaise legs stuck out, wobbling every now and then as if they could barely support the load they carried. Dutifully his pooched lips formed a smile as he greeted the random customer although by the bland, blank expression on his heaving features that it was all an act. The man was bored stiff. He needed something to pick him up- something to shake him up a bit and bring reality back to him and I was the perfect candidate for the job!
\tI nearly bungled the whole thing at first being new to these streets and all, I dashed around the corner at full tilt and almost collided into the stand nose first before I stopped myself, crouching down and using it for cover.
\tMore then anything I needed to play this right if I expected to come away from this deal with my appetite sated. The opportune moment would present itself given enough time. For now the best thing for me was to hunker down and wait.
\t“You waiting for a chance to snag a hotdog as well sugar?”
\tHearing the voice come out of nowhere nearly caused me to yipe aloud in surprise and give away my position. I must have been too preoccupied with daydreaming of the delectable food at hand to realize that I’d be joined.
\tI snapped my head around and found myself nose to nose with another quadruped, huge black nose sniffing lightly at my face and large green eyes blinking back at me playfully. My tail whisked uncertainly from side to side behind me as I stuttered something that didn’t make any sense.
\t“I…..yeah…sure I am.”
\tThe canine giggled and my addled mind finally registered that the dog in question was a female. There was no mistaking that scent, the spicy flavor assailing my nostrils, nor the fine and delicate way her features twisted into a smile, or the way her ears elegantly flicked back against her head as she traced her nose along my neck.
\t“Sorry just wasn’t expecting company” I added lamely.
\t“Can you forgive me then” she whispered raising her eyebrows in a mock hopeful way?
\t“I’ll have to think about that” I mumbled absentmindedly staring up over the lip of the cart to the hotdogs beyond. Even if this chickyboo was in heat and for some reason interested in me…food came first. “But I’m sure in time I would be able to.”
\t“Glad to hear it. If you want I can distract him while you run with the goods…that is if you can save some it for me.”
\tDrawing my gaze away from the mouth watering morsels I looked at her inquisitively, tongue lulling from my chops and probably looking silly. When a guy is that hungry however…looking ridiculous doesn’t matter. Infact the world is shrouded in a haze of obsession that is unbreakable, cloying, like trying to breath underwater-where everything is drowned out and inaudible save for the constant pressing need for air. In that moment it’s nearly impossible to avoid, the temptation often times leading to disaster.
\tIn retrospect I should’ve known to be more careful, I should have chosen the higher path and thought twice about everything. But I was overwhelmed, everything that most canine males can’t resist was there right before me, the scent of meat, grilled with all sorts of relish, ketchup, mustered and the unmistakable taunting, teasing spice of a wet female in heat. I should have been wary, but with so many delicious choices before me, I couldn’t help but agree, managing to nod my head, tongue sweeping it’s way along my mouth of it’s own accord.
\t“I’ll take that as a yes then hot stuff” she cooed slyly. Stretching forward she brushed her body along my side and haunches like a cat, warm and smooth. She glided along me like a pro, her body meeting mine at all the right points, the stroke of a bow along the bridge of a fiddle ending with a flourish of her long saber like tail under my chin and extended glimpse of what lay underneath.
\tDamn she was good! Perhaps too good….
\tStriding along with her tail wagging and her hips switching this way and that she glanced back at me for a brief moment and then, quick as lightening she sprang at the hot dog man, nipping his heel and barking.
\tHis reaction: priceless!
\tYelping and jumping into the air he grasped his ankle with both hands, dismay written all over his normally stonewall features. Steadily his beady eyes honed in on my lady friend with annoyance that soon matured to anger.
\tSecond nature kicked in and the human had snatched up his tongs and had taken after her, trying to find the means to dish out revenge upon his four legged tormentor. Most importantly however was the fact that his attention was completely diverted so that I could strike my own blow against him.
\tDon’t get me wrong-I had nothing against the guy. Infact I have loved the occasional human (when they have offered to feed me or when they’ve given me a reason to trust them). Just as a general rule they’re alright in my book.
\tI just don’t feel all contrite and guilty with sad puppy dog tears coursing down my mug when I have to screw them over a little bit in order for another day on this good green earth. At the end of the day, if it came down to a human or me…most times I’d choose me. That’s right…I’m no Rin Tin Tin or Lassie. I’m a tad on the selfish side and doing the ‘right thing’, sacrificing or giving and getting nothing in return really has never really been my strong suit. The result of being that way in my experience ends with a short drop and a sudden and abrupt stop, the pound or the ground, kibble…..
\tSuffice it to say that while stonewall was being kept at bay by foxy lady I had no second thoughts about leaping up on my hind legs, hooking my paws around the long handle on the side of the cart, woofing down a fresh -ready to serve- dog on a bun with the delectables already covering it and then gripping my teeth into a long string of em.
\tThere were a good six or seven, enough where I had to hold my head up high to keep them from dragging on the ground. Had to run….well had to trot carefully away, down the sidewalk, around the corner, hide myself behind a dumpster and I was home free- already sinking my fangs into deliciously giving flesh.
\tMy excitement along with my anticipation at the taste that pervaded within my mouth caused the chain of hotdogs to slip to plop at my feet, though that only increased my appetite. Waterworks can be a curse until they are either staunched or acquitted and the only thing you can do is try to use your tongue to keep back the tide.
\tThe cure to my affliction was right there before me!
\tI could smell it! The taste still bathed my taste buds, coating my saliva with a rich NewYork flavor.
\tEyes bulging I realized for the first time just how enormous they were, dwarfing anything I had ever had the pleasure of scarfing down! In comparison this was a feast, and I greatly desired to tuck into my reward.
\tWhere was she!?
\tHeart pounding I chanced a glance around the edge of the dumpster to the street beyond. Nothing! No sign of her….
\tHad she met with something unexpected?
\t“Ahem…”
\tI should’ve known!
\tTurning I was met with a shepherd nose rubbing up against mine before, two green eyes came into focus, twinkling with mirth.
\t“You know you really have a bad habit of sneaking up on dogs” I growled allowing a grin to spread along my face. “What took you so long?”
\t“Did’ya miss me?”
\tWaltzing over on light paws, she neatly placed a paw on the third link in the chain and cut the meat with a swift bite so that two smaller chains of three lay ready and waiting.
\tShe was so casual that it seemed the most natural thing in the world.
\tI really would have to be careful around her.
\tPerhaps if I played the dutiful type I could earn some points.
\t“I’ll admit that I was beginning to worry…thought perhaps that hotdog guy had managed to score some hits or that you might’ve met with a dogcatcher.”
\tLicking a paw and running it along her face she surveyed me with a cocky smile, her eyelashes coyly framing the look adorning her delicate snout. Taking a moment more she bent and took a mouthful of one of her dogs, chewing it with more decorum then most canines would and definitely more then I intended to.
\tAs I padded over and plonked down to start on my share she answered.
\t“With me you have nothing to worry about when it comes to that sort of a thing” she murmured. “However I’m touched to hear that you care.”
\tI shook my head ears down in concentration as I finished off the first of the sausages.
\t“That’s not what I said.”
\t“But it’s probably what you meant…” she implied rolling her tongue around the end of one of the hot dogs in a peculiar way that made me stop and watch.
\tHad to play it cool.
\t“Sure” I said as nonchalantly as I could, returning back to my meal with all the signs of a disinterested pooch.
\t“However” she continued on quickly, “ I’m sure that given this delicious bit of food that you helped me snag, ‘you’ might be able to score some hits on me.”
\tMy tail wagged a titch of it’s own accord even before I had noticed that it was. Willpower only goes so far in the constant war against instincts. Unfortunately for me, my cards were showing plain as day for her to read. She had made a move and now it was my turn.
\tSwallowing I lifted my eyes to hers and flashed her a lecherous wink.
\t“Tempting as it is to mate first ask questions later…I don’t even know your name” I growled.
\t“I am known by a few but most call me Mariah” she cooed her tail wagging at an excited albeit measured rate. “And yours hot stuff?”
\t“Slate…”
\t“Slate…much as would like to I can’t help but admit that I’m not here…just for the sake of a ‘good time’. At some point we need to talk” she murmured moving closer and dragging her tongue along my neck scruff.
\tPanting by this time I could barely control my voice or my haggard breath.
\t“What about?”
\t“Oh nothing much…just a certain scent marking you left at Townsend.”
\tThe bomb had dropped in a way that I hadn’t expected it to. And yet here it was, hitting me over my sex induced head like a sledge hammer.
\t“Something wrong with it” I quarried nuzzling into her side?
\t“No no, nothing ‘wrong’ with it at all handsome. Just was wondering if by leaving it there you were serious about perhaps talking business. Few dogs male or female ever leave an application like that when it comes to the prospect for working for Nevarrio…”
\tSo it had worked, but it had been fast. My heart was pounding like a caged beast in my chest as I contemplated what Mariah was telling me. Had I stumbled into my enemies ‘receptionist’ on happy chance?
\t“Business or pleasure first Sllaatte?”
\tNibbling along my ears and my jaw line she slurred my name on purpose, raising to her paws and straddling herself over my body. She made sure that her chest matched up and fit against my back, that I was made acutely aware of her swollen mound, dripping a trail of her thick wet feminine juices down my rib cage to cover my belly and the edge of my sheath.
\t“Since someone is excited…why don’t we talk business later” I chuckled not so much seeing as feeling her eyes targeting the back of my neck.
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