The love bond pt2
I don't own anything.
Later on that day, 'some of bitch, SHE got away' the coyote was at a mountain looking around the area for the female. "Why the hell she kiss me on the mouth was that on purpose" he gave up and laid down the his belly. He was interrupted mid-thought again, this time by something scratching the back of his neck. His mind raced, wondering who or what would have the gumption to scratch him there in the first place. Had he looked over his shoulder, he would've seen the Roadrunner standing behind him, lightly scratching his neck with her talons with a broad, loving smile.
He started to pant hard under her gentle touch, trying in vain to hold back the urges he's feeling. With every stroke, he blushed a little bit more. His ears lowered in submission; he unconsciously bowed his head, exposing more of his neck for her talons to play with. He somehow managed to retain enough control to let go of the rifle and push it aside. He then grabbed the ground and tried to get up, but his legs felt like jelly.
Wile knew he was fighting a losing battle.
The poor coyote moaned in defeat as he reluctantly succumbed to her tendencies. Her smile becoming more sultry, the Roadrunner moved her talon down his neck. She then "drew" silly shapes on his back, occasionally switching off to running his fur through her toes across his body length. Weak, moaning howls escaped the helpless coyote's lips.
She gingerly stroked his side in an attempt to coax him onto his back. Try as he might, he couldn't resist the temptation; his mind told his body "No!", but his body wouldn't listen. Slowly, he obeyed his "master" and flopped onto his back. Wile lifted his head up to finally see the Roadrunner standing over him, leisurely rubbing his chest fur. His face was as red as a sunburned tomato; he was beginning to sweat buckets. This was the perfect opportunity to lurch up and grab the bird by the neck, but he didn't take it. He couldn't bring himself to harm a feather on her, much less move. She had him right where she wanted him, and she was loving every second of it.
The Roadrunner teased him some more, drawing an invisible line down to his belly. She started massaging it, ironically, at a tortuous pace. Wile, his eyes closed, let out a meek, puppy-like whine with each rub; his will was starting to break.
Then...
Nothing.
She just stopped.
He opened his blood-shot eyes again to see that the bird had fled the scene. More frustrated and humiliated than before, he cursed at himself. I can't believe it! That stupid bird did it to me again, only it was way more personal! He picked himself up and dusted himself off, not knowing that the "stupid bird" he was talking about had snuck up behind him.
"BEEP-BEEP!"
Needless to say, he was beyond perturbed. He quickly jumped onto the road and was about to run off behind her when he began to notice a pattern: he'll try to get her, she'll get him somehow and tease him senseless, he'll get mad afterwards and the cycle will begin again.
Wait a minute. He looked down the road, a bit confused. That's exactly what she wants me to do. He then decided to do something he never thought he'd dream of doing this quickly, not in a million years:
He called it a day.