It's Dangerous to Go Alone
This is a story for Coyotek's contest (http://sofurry.com/page/140253), submitted in the last seconds. Coyotka is copyright to Coyotek.
Hopefully this is in time.
Mother always told me there'd be days like this. Coyotka thought glumly to herself. Her latest expedition into the jungle had not had a very auspicious start. First, she had managed to get herself hopelessly lost thanks to the useless directions given to her in the village by that horny old barkeep who wouldn't stop staring at her tits. Then her jeep had managed to get a flat tire. On top of everything else, she had been caught off guard while she was busy checking her maps on the hood of the car. Now Coyotka found herself facing a muscular wolf in a loincloth wielding a very sharp-looking stone spear. Things didn't look good.
Coyotka raised her hands slowly. The male's gaze did not waver, and neither did his spearpoint. He was a handsome wolf, his well-muscled form covered in gray fur. Strange red patterns seemed to be dyed into his fur. Coyotka hoped fervently that the dye was something other than blood, but the skull he wore on his arm was not an encouraging sight. Various other decorations, bracelets and feathers hung from his arms, but other than them, the only clothing he seemed to wear was a tiny loincloth that left little to the imagination.
Coyotka blushed, cursing herself for her carelessness. She had brought a gun along to protect herself in case of a situation just like this. And where was it now that she needed it? In the glove compartment. She had even moved it aside when she had retrieved her maps not five minutes earlier.
"Just take it easy," she placated. "There's no need to-"
Abruptly, the hunter shifted his spear's position, prodding Coyotka in the shoulder.
She yelped at the sudden pressure. "What are you doing?!"
The hunter wordlessly jabbed her shoulder again, slower this time. Wincing, Coyotka was forced to turn her body slightly to prevent the spearhead from breaking the skin. The male jerked his head as she did so with an approving grunt.
Coyotka realized that the hunter wanted her to turn around. Slowly she complied, her breath shallow and nervous. As soon as her back was to the male, Coyotka felt his heavy weight slam into her, forcing her upper body down onto the hood of her jeep. She was momentarily stunned, her breath forced from her body with a pained grunt. As Coyotka got her bearings, she spotted the hunter setting aside his spear and reaching behind his back.
She seized the opportunity and lashed out at her now unarmed assailant's face. She didn't know exactly what the male intended to do with her, but she didn't intend to find out. Her blow struck home, her backfist striking the male right in the side of the head. For an instant, Coyotka felt a brief glimmer of hope, before the wolf's eyes swiveled to give her a baleful glare and his right hand caught hers in a vicelike grip. With a vicious wrench, he twisted the coyote's arm behind her back and forced her head back to the jeep's hood with the other hand. Coyotka gasped in pain as white-hot agony shot through her. She had lost her chance at taking the wolf by surprise. From her position, her swing had not had enough power to knock out or even stun her attacker. She doubted she would get another chance anytime soon. The hunter not only had the edge in size and strength, but also had leverage on his side.
After a few seconds, the hunter shifted his grip, and the pain in Coyotka's arm immediately lessened. She attempted to push herself up with her left arm, but the male simply growled and forced body back down with his body weight. Coyotka shuddered, feeling the male's hot breath on the back of her neck, his breathing nearly as heavy as her own. His scent was thick in her nostrils, and Coyotka could tell that the male was getting aroused, as she felt something hard prod the back of her leg.
With one more growl of warning, the wolf released his grip on her head, then pulled Coyotka's left hand to join her right. With practiced ease, the hunter took a length of rope hanging from his loincloth and bound the female's arms tightly behind her back. Coyotka gave another pained moan as the crude rope bit cruelly into her wrists.
"No...please..." Coyotka pleaded, realizing even as she said it that it was a useless gesture. Even if he could understand her, the look in the male's eyes showed that he had no intention of stopping. Without even paying heed to Coyotka's protests, the male pulled her into a standing position by her hair and began to explore her body with his hands. Coyotka blushed as the wolf's hands found her shirt, and lifted it, causing her perfectly round breasts to bounce into view. For an instant, Coyotka was struck by the foolish regret that she hadn't worn a bra today. This was immediately replaced by a sharp pain as the male pinched her nipples sharply.
"Ow!" she complained. "That hurt, you bastard!"
Smiling and nodding to himself, the painted warrior pulled off the coyote's belt, then pulled her shorts down. He paused for a moment, looking quizzically at Coyotka's pink panties. With a shrug, he hooked one clawed finger and pulled them down around her thighs, before shoving her back down.
"Ungh!" grunted Coyotka as the impact forced the breath from her lungs. She craned her head around, ready to hurl more invectives at the male, when she saw him unceremoniously toss his loincloth aside. He was already mostly erect, his eight inch cock jutting out like a blunt dagger. Spitting into his palm, the hunter began to massage himself to full arousal.
Coyotka struggled anew at the sight of the wolf's engorged member, but the ropes around her wrists failed to loosen even slightly. A cold chill passed through the coyote as the reality sank her. She was going to be raped, and there was nothing she could do about it!
"Don't you dare!" she shouted, trying to rise as the hunter approached. Without hesitation, he pushed her back down. Holding his prey down with one hand, he guided himself toward her pussy with the other. Coyotka's eyes widened as she felt the already slick head of the cock prodding at her nether lips.
Coyotka turned around. "Wait-" she began, but her words became a strangled cry of pain as her as the hunter slammed the full length of his cock deep inside her. She gritted her teeth as the painted wolf began slowly pumping his hips, his hands tightly gripping her haunches for leverage.
The first few thrusts were slow and rough, but they became smoother as Coyotka's pussy lubricated itself to accommodate her partner. She growled in frustration at her own body's betrayal. How could this be happening to her? Tied up and raped by some horny native in a jungle? That was the kind of thing that you were supposed to see in low-budget exploitation movies or some pervert's erotic fiction, not in real life.
She looked over her shoulder. The wolf was rutting her with a strange urgency, panting heavily as the tempo of his thrusts increased. She could feel his balls slapping wetly against her rump with every violent thrust, the obscene sounds accompanied by her own involuntary gasps and moans. Coyotka hung her head, moaning as she felt a growing tingling sensation deep inside her pussy. The wolf seemed ready to come, but his relentless pounding was driving her closer and closer to her own orgasm. She thrashed desperately, her feet scrabbling in the dirt as she fruitlessly tried to pull herself away. The effort only seemed to excite her rapist, who shifted his hands to get a better grip on the coyote's hips.
Coyotka choked back a sob. Being raped was humiliating enough, but to actually give this monster even a hint that she was physically enjoying the assault was intolerable. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to focus on anything other than the thick cock pistoning inside her. Coyotka felt her tail being shifted aside, then suddenly felt pressure on her as-yet untouched tailhole.
"W-wait...!" she protested, her eyes snapping open. "Not th-AHHH!" Her protests were once again cut off as the wolf, smirking triumphantly, jammed his thumb roughly into her tailhole. Coyotka grimaced at the new violation, glaring hatefully back over her shoulder. The male grinned and flexed his thumb, causing an involuntary spasm throughout Coyotka's body. Coyotka closed her eyes again and clenched her fists tightly, but this time there was no denying her rising orgasm. Each thrust sent another tremor through her tensed body, until finally she could take no more.
With a moan of anguished ecstasy, she came. Coyotka arched her back as the powerful orgasm struck her, her pussy clenching down hard on her attacker's cock. Caught off guard by the sudden pressure, the wolf drove his cock in one last time before his own orgasm struck, yanking sharply on Coyotka's long black hair. Coyotka gasped in pain, but the violent act only intensified her orgasm. The hunter's balls clenched as they sprayed his load deep inside the female.
For several seconds, the wolf stood there as his orgasm continued. When it was done, he withdrew himself, some of his seed leaking out of the female's body and down her leg. Coyotka felt the grip on her hips loosen, and her body sunk to her knees as if all her strength had been temporarily drained from her. She sobbed quietly, her cheeks burning with shame. She had been violated, completely and utterly. And worse, there was some part of her that had enjoyed it.
Coyotka's reverie was broken as a length of torn cloth was suddenly shoved into her mouth. The wolf tied the crude gag tightly behind Coyotka's head, then slipped a crude noose around her neck. With a sharp tug, he indicated that she should stand. She did so haltingly, cum dripping from between her shaky legs. He gestured towards the jungle and tugged again. Grudgingly, Coyotka began to follow her captor towards her unknown fate.