Avoid the Alley
It was a dark summer night. The sun set already about an hour ago, but it was still hot. The stallion was on his way home, to his mate, who was waiting for him. She said that she has a special surprise for him on his birthday. He hated being late. He hated working overtime. And this heat... he hated sweating through his shirt and pants. He quickened his pace. He looked at his phone, he will be home by midnight if he is lucky. He turned on his camera to record a quick video message to her love that he will be late. At least she will know that he is coming.
At an alley he heard a scream. He stopped and took a step back. He saw a big wolf beating a female. She was lying on the ground and she was definitely in peril. He had to do something! He picked up an iron rod from a nearby dumpster and started to run towards them, meanwhile he dialed the police. When he arrived there he raised his hand to strike with the iron bar.
Suddenly the wolf turned towards him and pointed a gun into his face. He froze. He dropped down the bar and raised his hands.
- Police, what is the emergency?
The wolf stepped closer, took the phone from his hand and smashed it to the ground. Now he was in trouble. Nobody was going to help. His brain started to race to find a way out of this.
Please, don't. Just take my wallet and let us go.
Oh, well, WE will take your wallet, you are quite right! What else should we take sugar?
The female suddenly stood up and hugged the male. It was a cheetah. The horse was confused for a second before he realized that it's just some sort of scam.
- Let's see what else you got in there?
The cheetah searched his pockets but she didn't find anything aside from his keys and some small change. And a nice bulge in the jeans...
That's it?
I am sorry, I don't have anything else on me.
And what is this?
The cheetah reached into his jeans and squeezed his sheath. He jumped and tried to get away, but the strong wolf grabbed his arm, twisted it behind the horse's back and pushed him against the wall. The pressure squeezed the air out of his lungs. The big predator put the gun to his head and pushed it deep into his skin.
- Don't you dare jumping around like a filly or I might accidentally paint this lovely wall with your stupid little brain!
He shivered. He was sure that he will die. He started to feel pain. His nose was bleeding, his chest hurt and he could barely feel his twisted arm. But the worst thing was that he couldn't take a breath. He tried to use his free hand to push against the wall. His lungs got some oxygen.
- Please... just... let me... go...
The cheetah leaned close to him. She whispered into his ears.
Let's make a deal, okay? You help us out and we might let you go?
What... help...
She grabbed his ball and squeezed them. He tried to whinny, but without sufficient air only short gasps came out from his mouth. Now the wolf whispered into his other ear.
- I think you know exactly what we want from you and we will take it from you whether you want it or not. So shut up and enjoy the ride.
The wolf took out a handcuff and lifted the stallion's hands above his bruised head, then cuffed them to a gutter. The horse finally could take a deep breath. Now the cheetah pulled out cuffs and she cuffed his long slim legs together then she pulled down first his jeans, then his pants. He was exposed to them. Helpless. Humiliated. Defeated.
- Please...
The cheetah pulled down her panties and shoved it to his mouth. He still tried to beg, but none of the predators cared about his muffled pleas. She started to massage his sheath until his manhood came out. Then she put it in her mouth and started to suck it. She didn't care about her teeth scratching the tasty flesh. The stallion tried to resist the pleasure but after a few licks he started to moan like a filly in heat through his gagged mouth.
The wolf gave an evil smile, showing off his sharp teeth. He pulled down the fly of his own pants and pulled out his massive cock. He put the tip to the stallion's asshole then pushed it deep inside. The sudden pain struck his victim unexpectedly. The horse started to cry. From the pain, the pleasure, the fact that the situation made him aroused. The cheetah knew very well how to use her tongue. Every minute felt like hours. When will this end? He just wanted to go home...
The wolf heard sirens in the distance. Shit. He has to speed it up. He was close. He started to thrust faster. Just a few more thrusts. One more. When he got over the edge he opened his mouth and bit the stallion's shoulder hard and he shot his seed to his victim's virgin ass simultaneously. It was too much for the stallion. The pain, the pleasure and the lack of air together was unbearable. He passed out during another muffled scream while his throbbing manhood filled the cheetah's mouth with his salty seed. When the wolf was done he pulled out his junk from the collapsed horse.
- We better get going. The pigs are close. What shall we do with this?
He raised his arm and pointed the gun against the stallion's head. The cheetah quickly assessed their victim. The horse was bleeding from his face and shoulder, where the wolf bit him. She smiled.
- I know exactly what we will do with this little filly.
A police car pulled over near the alley. A lion and a dalamtian got out of the car and they started to search the area. It was dark and their flashlights didn't give much of a help. The lion reached out to his radio.
Dispatch, this is Charlie-67. Where is the signal coming from, over?
Charlie-67. It's about 10 meters from you to the North-West, over.
They pulled out their guns and entered the alley.
Keep an eye on those dumpsters, who knows what kind of creeps lurk around here.
Roger that.
The lion saw a weak flashing light coming from the garbage lying around all over the place. He found a smashed phone. It was barely alive, but he saw that it was still recording. They've kept searching but they haven't found anyone. The young dalmatian noticed some blood drops at a corner and he smelled something strange in the air. The smell of sex.
Dispatch, this is Charlie-67. We've found the source of the signal, some blood and... well you should send some K-9s here. We haven't found anyone here, over.
- Roger that Charlie-67, the K-9s are on their way, over.
The lion kept looking at the broken phone. He tried to access the contacts list, but before he could find an ICE number it finally died.
- Shit...
To be continued...