Reaping what is Sewn
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"Well, I'm fucked." The coyote thought while he was being marched past the hallway of cells, paws cuffed behind his back and shackles clanking around his footpaws, the sound of his metal restraints echoing eerily through the concrete corridor. A million thoughts were racing through his mind all with a common theme; he was a thief who got caught, and now he was going to pay for it. As he smelled the disgusting rank musk of body odor left in the cells he was passing, he thought to himself how not a single thing he stole was worth spending even one night in this hell hole.
He had been admitted that morning to federal rape-you-in-the ass prison and gone through the humiliating entry procedure of stripping down and having his tail hoisted and checked for pestilence. Now he was wearing ratty prison fatigues, walking into 2 years of hell and desperation. Dee hated how the hole for his tail in his trousers was way too big for his build, and left his butt showing. He knew he was going to be raped here, that was obvious, but the fact that his cute coyote butt was on display for all to see just made it that much worse.
"HALT!" the guard behind him bellowed, a largely built Rottweiler with a real mean looking face.
"TURN RIGHT!" Barked the guard, obviously enjoying this beyond normality. Dee did as he was told and faced his new home, an 8x8x12ft cell with two bunks on the wall and an unenclosed toilet in the back. His heart sank as he gazed in near disbelief at the small quarters, doubly so when he caught the unmistakable scent of wolf sweat and urine. "Ohhhhhh fuck fuck fuck fuck" passed through Dee's mind when the reality of the situation started to close in, broken by the rottie yelling down the corridor to the guard manning the cell door controls
"OPEN BRAVO 23!".
A series of metal clanks and whirs sounded as the locking mechanisms actuated, opening the door to the side.... Dee's ears drooped.
"WALK FORWARD" the guard yelled, which was totally unnecessary since the coyote was right in front of him, but that's now how things worked here. He complied and shuffled forward into the dank cell reeking of lupine body odor, trying not to think about the canines that left these grungy oily stains on the mattresses which really needed a wash.
"CLOSE BRAVO 23!" the guard yelled down the hallway, his only echo being the metallic CERCHUNK of the door closing behind Dee. He was always told to do everything the guards said and nothing else when he was sentenced, sort of a morbid words-of-wisdom for surviving in jail. All the other inmates were out in the yard at the moment, which saved him from being paraded down the hall like a fresh piece of meat, but also meant that there were no witnesses around.
"PRISONER, BACK UP TO THE BARS" "Finally!" Dee thought, anticipating release from his physical bonds. He backed up to the cell door and pressed his shackles and cuffs against the bars. The yote could hear the guard bend down and unlock the chain between his footpaws, but was surprised when he heard the clink of chain on metal bar and the sound of the lock closing again. It took half a second for Dee's heart to skip a beat and hackles to raise, suddenly realizing that the guard had locked his footpaws back against the bars. He started to lean forward to get away from the door, but his cuffs were grabbed and yanked back hard enough to make his back slam against the cell door and make the coyote yelp out loud. He could feel the heavy panting of the guard's breath right behind him, almost touching the coyote's ears with that big boxy rottie muzzle. "Not so fast, bitch...." The guard was now whispering in a mocking tone to Dee, the two of them alone in the jail's hallway. "You're gonna love this..." and with that, Dee heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down, soon accompanied by the scent of dog cock wafting up from behind him. The guard must have been rock hard the whole time because he wasted no time jabbing his pointy thick member under Dee's tail, hitting its mark on the first try and not stopping until the wrinkled flesh of the coyote's tailhole pushed the rottie's sheath back into a crumpled slimy mess. Dee yelped and howled at the sudden penetration but was cut short by a hard yank backwards against the bars again "You keep your fucking mouth shut or I swear I'll bust every tooth out of your muzzle" the guard growled , Dee nodding reluctantly in response. He had let his guard down and was paying for it, Dee realized, something that he could not repeat if he wanted to survive here.
The very well built Rottweiler started to hump the coyote feverishly through the cell door, letting the empowerment of his position and lust of his twisted fantasies ram past the coyote's second ring and prod deep inside the helpless canine. Dee's vision slowly turned into a dark tunnel as he drooled and muttered incoherently while the dog's thick cock pistoned inside his now less-than-virgin rear... the coyote's hearing turning muted as he passed out, still held upright by the strong arm of the guard who continued to get his rocks off up Dee's tight coyote ass.
Hours passed before the coyote began to open his eyes. He looked around slowly in a bit of confusion, wondering why he was laying on his belly with a puddle of drool sticking his muzzle to the cold concrete floor and a gooey mess of cum trailing from his tailhole down his asscrack and over his balls before pooling between his spread legs. In short time the memories flooded his brain, reminding him of his ordeal that morning and exactly why his tailhole throbbed. He had no idea how much time had passed since the guard had raped him, but much to his relief the other inmates were not back yet and everything was still quiet. "Great" he thought, "locked up for 2 seconds and get raped. What a way to start."
He groggily pulled himself up off the floor and stumbled to the toilet, sitting down on it and squeezing out the burning seed from the Rottweiler, making the coyote whine and wince in pain. He slid off the toilet and slumped in the back corner of the cell, hugging his knees in to his chest and resting his head on them only to swoon back into unconsciousness when the harsh reality of his position fully sunk in.
Dee awoke again with a start to the cell door slamming shut and the dull, growly voices of his cellmates discussing the coyote. He stayed motionless, as if hiding in the back corner would do any good now. He'd missed dinner and now the lights were off for the night, leaving the wolves shrouded in a silhouette by the little light that crept in from down the hall. He could hear them move closer and when he tried to stand up to face his attackers, was met with a footpaw in the face that pushed him back down into the corner, pushing his muzzle to the side against the cell's wall. Dee was helpless, he knew it now, these guys have spent the past who-knows-how-many years working out in the jail's yard and the coyote was lithe but not very strong. Dee quickly removed his tattered shirt and pants to keep them from being torn off, and since the wolves were already naked as well, he did as a submissive canine should and rolled over onto his side with his back legs spread and forearms drawn up to his chest, hoping to illicit some sort of sympathy from the large wolves.
His display was answered by rough growly chuckles and the sudden splash of hot strong wolf piss on his muzzle, the both of them marking his body as their own. Their urine was strong and burned Dee's eyes when it splashed over his head, soaking into his face and headfur while the wolves aimed further down his body to wash away any notion of the coyote's own scent from his body. The hot piss splashed against his exposed sheath and balls, something the coyote would have enjoyed much more if he wasn't in a shithole jail cell for the next 2 years.
His eyes sprung open when his cocktip pressed past his sheath's opening in arousal, hoping the wolves could not see it in the dim light. Wait... What!? Was he starting to enjoy this treatment? The yote's wishful thinking was snuffed by the roaring laughter coming from the two canines, the streams halting while a large paw grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and pulled him up onto his knees. He could feel the heat from their bodies radiate against his wet fur now, a mixture of excitement and fear making his heart thump wildly inside his chest. The streams started again but this time large paws gripped his head and forced his maw open, one of them holding his jaws wide while the other wolf stuffed his pissing cock into the coyote's maw, making him squirm and paw helplessly at his assailants.
After a few more moments of this treatment the streams finally faded and he was left sputtering on his hands and knees in a puddle of wolf piss. He found it wickedly ironic that as a free coyote he had fanaticized about this sort of thing while he was jerking off, so now that it was happening it felt oddly exhilarating. He looked up in the dark at his cellmates and for once could see them for what they were... tall, well-built black wolves with grey markings over there body that he could only guess to be bleached fur prison tattoos. The smell in the air was so overpowering it made his eyes water, being that he was just urinated so heavily upon he could not smell the one wolf's crotch until it was suddenly mashed into his muzzle and ground firmly against his nosepad. Dee felt a heavy paw grip the back of his head and pull forward to keep the coyote's nose pressed into the dirtiest crotch he'd ever smelled in his life. He was pretty sure they hadn't had a shower for at least a week judging by the accumulation of piss, cum, and general sheath-slime that was now smearing all over his muzzle and cheeks. He could not help but open his maw when the warm slimy wolfcock rubbed past his lips, wanting to taste such an amazing member's flesh. He was lusting for it, overpowered and distracted by the pleasure from his senses. The coyote's tongue slipped out and glided underneath the large canine member, guiding it into his maw much to the surprise of the wolf it belonged to.
Dee's muzzle was quickly filled with throbbing wolf dick as the large canine started to fuck his muzzle from tip to knot, bumping the bulbous flesh against the coyote's nose each time. He was too lost in the moment to realize the other wolf had moved around behind him and was dangerously close to the coyote's rear end. His mouth was suddenly voided of wolfmeat when his cellmates hoisted the yote effortlessly into the air and pinned him between their bodies. The wolf behind him wrapped his large arms around the wolf in front of him, who did the same, sandwiching the coyote in muscley wolven goodness. They did not seem to care that their own urine rubbed off from the coyote into their fur while they poked and prodded his loins with their members, the wolf behind him finding his mark under the yote's tail and sinking in until his knot strained Dee's pre-stretched tailhole. The wolf pressed against the coyote's front ground his member firmly against the yote's own smaller shaft, thrusting his slimy meat up and down over the coyote's groin like he was mating him.
The yote panted and clung tightly to the wolf at his front, whimpering happily as he was pleasured by the two buff canines. This was much more enjoyable than the guard's rough assault earlier, even though he'd be stinking of wolf urine for the next few days. The wolf Dee was facing panted heavily over his muzzle, slowly leaning in and pressing his lips to the coyotes, lick-lapping wetly over his soft muzzlefront before pushing his tongue into the surprised 'yote's muzzle, giving him a firm, sloppy wolfkiss. They both panted through their noses while the wolf slurped his long tongue around inside the yote's smaller muzzle, slipping the long muscle down the yote's throat and sealing his lips to Dee's.
Dee could feel the knot of the wolf behind him straining hard against his ring each time it was pushed in and out of his rear, and soon became lodged inside his rump solidly. The rhythmic sexual motion was broken by the sharp pain of a mating bite on his shoulder from the wolf pressed against his back, making the coyote Yip! and break the sloppy kiss he was engaged in. He squirmed and panted in ecstasy as his rump was flooded with hot slimy wolfseed while simultaneously his front was splattered with the same strong smelling goop. This was far too much for Dee to take and soon he too tensed up between the wolves and shot a comparatively pathetic load of seed inbetween himself and the frottaging wolf.
He remained locked together with the wolves until the knot in his rear softened enough to be withdrawn, which he was thankful for since the pain of pulling out too early is beyond description. They kept him sandwiched between their large strong bodies to further marinade the coyote in their scent, claiming him further as their bitch. A loud SPlOP! Of seed splashing out between the coyote's legs indicated the removal of the wolf's member from his rear, leaving his butt and thighs glazed with globby semen.
"Ok yote, here's how its going to work." Said the wolf who's spit still lingered in the coyote's muzzle.
"You're our bitch and will do as we say, period. You will know us only by the scent we soak you in when and wherever we feel like it" The wolf behind Dee chuckled and grabbed the yote's ass "To us you mangy mutts are nothing but cockwarmers and sheath cleaners... and speaking of, get over here and clean up the funk off my dick" He pushed Dee down onto his knee's and shoved his limp cum covered dick against the coyote's muzzle. It was starting all over again, the coyote though, and secretly he hoped it wouldn't end.