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Coyote Quarantine I

By Zrathie

A silver fox crawled through the darkness trailing behind him was a hose. The sizable bulky hose snaked about ten or so metres behind him. The fox's target was the air vent for an underground coyote den. Underneath his feet paws was a generous underground complex that was home to four coyotes. He found the round ventilation hole and began to tape the hose to it using a roll of duct tape he had on his tactical belt. Vincent was soon satisfied that the tube would stay in place; it didn't need to be airtight but enough to spread the gas throughout their compound.

Vincent crawled back this time more swiftly without the load he had the carry. He returned to where his comrades were waiting. There were two other foxes Garry who was a red fox and Brendan who was an Arctic fox with bright white fur hidden under grey camouflage fatigues. They began to dawn their specialised gas masks. They came out of a canister and were made of living latex that would clamp around a creature's head and muzzle and seal out the outside world. Hi-tech military-grade equipment the mask couldn't be removed without the users' consent, except for a code set by combat medics.

Vincent felt his own mask claw around the back of his head and put himself across his muzzle. In the drills, it had been terrifying at first. After a few times, it was like putting on a pair of pants. He took a deep breath. The air outside was following inside but sterilised, the natural scents that were carried in the air were replaced by only one, the smell of this weird smart rubber gas mask. Garry and Brendan are also ready to go. Vincent motioned to Garry to open the gas valve on the back of the truck.

A hissing sound was heard as the aphrodisiac gas began to flow towards the coyote's den. The gas was a product of the medical industry trying to treat erectile dysfunction. It worked well but too well. The patient receiving a dose of the gas would be overcome with an intense sexual desire the desire would grow until they would, have sex, masturbate or ultimately spontaneously orgasm. The gas worked on males and females alike. The problem was under the effects of the gas an orgasm would make the creature fall unconscious. It overstimulated the pleasure centres of the brain, causing an artificial coma for about an hour. The medical industry couldn't really use such a product, but special forces around the world have been finding it quite handy.

Unlike other anaesthetic gases, creatures couldn't overdose on this stuff. The first orgasm was enough to put them in the land of nod. The three foxes waited in a tense way, but they wanted to make sure that every coyote hiding out was in their post-orgasm dreamland ready to be collected for the quarantine. Vincent was watching the clock quite literally on his wrist as the time ticked down slowly until twenty minutes had passed since the initial release of their gas.

"Alright, shut off the gas we're going in," said Vincent to his team.

Within moments Brendan had shut off the gas, and both Garry and Brendan accompanied Vincent towards the concrete entrance to the coyotes buried compound. The foxes had been given the key by the landlord. They could just let themselves in, and that's what they were about to do. The two foxes Garry and Brendan stacked up on the door ready to flush inside. Vincent put the key in the lock, then counted down silently with his fingers one, two, three. He flicked open the lock, and then he pushed the door handle. The three creatures rushed inside. Vincent was first followed by Garry and then finally Brendan. They flushed into the first hallway and took a right into a living room.

The coyote's living room was quite large for something built underground. It had three two-seater lounges and an extensive entertainment system. The coffee table and a few beautiful rugs adorning the walls and one across the floor. The room was illuminated by a few shaded lamps placed around the room. Upon one of the lounges, was the slumbering figure of a female coyote. The coyote morph had one of her hand paws down the crotch of her pants, obviously a victim to the chemically induced pleasure of the aphrodisiac gas that still hung heavily in the air.

Brendan took a pair of zip ties off his tactical belt, and began cuffing the unconscious female coyote's hand paws behind her back and rolled her into the recovery position on her side placing her across the lounge. The gas didn't induce nausea, but it was still better to be safe than sorry. They were not out to harm the coyotes, but extraordinary measures had to be taken to ensure they were all screened for the virus. Most had submitted their samples at the texting centres, but there were hold-outs.

While Brendan was securing the first of their quarry, Garry and Vincent went into the next room. It was a crafting room with a sewing machine and work lights installed over different desks arranged around a wall full of sewing supplies. One one of the tables was a square piece of cardboard; it was painted with the words "no coyote quarantine" painted in red letters on the black background. There was nothing else of note in the room. It made sense these coyotes were malcontents.

The two foxes left, and they were rejoined by Brendan who had finished his work. They continued down the corridor, reaching one of the bedrooms. This room with narrow and lining two of its walls were two triple stack bunks. At the end of the room was a wardrobe. They checked each of the beds. This first bedroom was empty, so they crossed the hallway to the room opposite. This room held the same layout as the first. Here they found a coyote whose fur was rust coloured on his back with cream embellishments on his chest and belly. Strands of his semen covered his exposed stomach as he lay unconscious on the bed. His underwear was pulled down and tucked under his balls. His cock had tucked itself back in its sheath, but it wasn't uncommon to find coyotes with their canine knots still jutting in the air. This time it was Garry who secured the coyote. He rolled the unconscious male onto the side and secured his paws behind his back with zip ties.

Just when they thought they had the situation under control the wardrobe in the back of the room burst open. Clothing fell out and dropped on the floor. A jacket fell away, revealing a tall, grey-furred coyote wearing a gas mask over his muzzle. He charged at Garry who had his back turned to him. He tried to wrench off the fox's gas mask. These 'yotes were dangerous; they were adapting to their capture tactics. Fortunately for Garry, the smart latex gas mask was kept secure over his muzzle.

Garry kicked the 'yote in the shin and rolled away, jumping into one of the bunks allowing Brendan and Vincent to grapple with the feisty coyote. The experience of coyote capture told Vincent could tell that this guy was scared and only attracted them out of fear. The coyote hadn't said a word to them even when attacking, not even a battle cry. With him and Brendon holding him, the coyote was pinned. Pinned to the back of the wardrobe that he had lept out of. Thinking quickly, Garry got up and moved over towards the coyote. The red fox swiftly snatched away the coyote's gas mask. The 'yote really began to struggle, and Garry had to join in restraining him.

The tall 'yote resisted his best he could. He held his breath before he had to take a few gulps of the contaminated air. He twisted his body, trying to get free of the foxes grip, but they held on strong. After several moments the coyote seemed more interested in trying to reach his growing erection than getting away from the foxes clutches. They kept locked him in place, not trusting him to submit to the aphrodisiac gas. They only needed to hold on for about a minute before he would spontaneously orgasm. The special aphrodisiac gas was meant to be a foolproof method of coyote capture, but with these coyotes, they had organised some type of defence.

The coyote's whole body shuddered as he let out the almighty yowl, the coyote's yelping filled the small space. The group of foxes didn't need to see what was happening. The coyote had just creamed his pants with a forced-orgasm. His body went limp as if it was turned off with a switch. The coyote's head slumped forward as he lost consciousness. Garry got out of the way, and Vincent and Brendan lowered the now slumbering 'yote to the floor. He was quickly zip-tied and rolled onto a side into the recovery position. With the commotion settled, the three foxes looked at each other through their gas mask lenses.

"We gotta be prepared for more resistance, this guy was ready for us. There might be a few more live ones in here, hiding out or ready to attack," said Brendan.

"Intel has also got it wrong. They claimed that there were at max, four coyotes, but the number of bunk beds here tells a different story" said Garry.

The team set out. The foxes had caught three coyotes so far, but they had a feeling that they had stumbled into something a lot bigger. They went down the hallway and then to the next room. It was a bathroom with a toilet, bath, sink and shower. There were several toothpaste brushes in a jar above the sink. No coyotes in this room. They entered another room that was used as a storeroom. There were some survival supplies, large quantities of dry goods, and a few spare gas masks and gas mask filters stacked neatly onto the shelves ready for use. Brendan could feel his team was getting tense. They were not equipped to deal with conscious coyotes perhaps even armed with improvised weapons or at the worst-case firearms.

If they retreated the coyotes that they restrained could very well wake before reinforcements arrived and if more coyotes hadn't been exposed to the gas. They would help free their friends and distribute these gas masks. It would be a real battle to get them out, perhaps even a siege. The whole point of this gassing tactic was to avoid armed standoffs, reduce the danger and prevent casualties. If any virus carriers slipped through the cracks, it would only extend the pandemic.

"Alright, team, this is serious we have to sweep the rest of this compound and get every last one captured. If we retreat, the ones unaffected will get their comrades free, and they could organise a real defence in their bunker here. So we have to move quickly and use surprise to our advantage," said Brendan.

The three foxes filled out of the supply room. Vincent walked into the next area, the kitchen. Vincent was the first to spot the threat. A male coyote was wearing a T-shirt and slacks standing over an unconscious female coyote, trying to revive them. Upon seeing Vincent in the doorway, he moved towards a drawer and took out a kitchen knife. The coyote was also wearing a gas mask rendering him safe from the incapacitating gas. Vincent pulled out his tranquilliser pistol. It wouldn't do him any good because it fired gas-filled pallets of the aphrodisiac gas. It wouldn't work against this coyote, but it was worth a shot to get them to surrender.

"Drop the knife!" yelled Vincent

The coyote dove out of sight into a doorway, taking the knife with him.

"Shit!" yelled Brendan.

"We should retreat," said Vincent.

"These coyotes are out of control," added the Arctic fox.

They couldn't risk harming the coyotes. There was enough bad press from the task force's existence already - The media pundits were spinning this crisis as a fox versus coyote issue. The team didn't even have a taser due to the small risk of a heart attack. It was meant to be a simple sweep and restrain for the follow-on team to come in and retrieve their prey. Vincent made the decision to withdraw with the rest of his team. The foxes left the restrained 'yotes where they were. They would have to come back for them when reinforcements had arrived.

On the other side of the outer fence of the property, a hidden hatch opened. The dirt covering the wooden panel slid downwards as a creature pushed it upwards. It was a coyote. Gus panted through his gas mask as he pulled himself out of the escape hatch. Building it was a struggle and he had chided Macale as being a paranoiac, but now it was his ticket to freedom. Macale was inside with the foxes. He should have trusted his friend more so they could have escaped together.

He had to move to the spot where Macale had sent the others. The foxes had gone crazy! He didn't believe they had been hunting coyotes in their own dens. The news has said it was eco-terrorists when a report of a coyote den raid came up on the television. The foxes were gassing our homes! He couldn't wake up Jenny after their gas attack. When the foxes burst in, he knew he had to split lest he ends up in one of their quarantine camps.

He trotted across the open ground towards the storm drain. The concrete channel ran parallel to the backs of the suburban houses. He would have to move swiftly. The foxes were most likely already sniffing him out. He approached the tunnel that ran under the road at the end of the block. He took off the gas mask and took a few gulps of the twilight air. He entered the tunnel and heard sirens approaching. They drew closer until speeding above his hiding place and off down his street. It was the fox's reinforcements. He moved out the other side and began to run down the storm drain. Gus didn't turn back. He clutched the gas mask that had saved him as he ran towards the hiding spot.

"Gus," came a suppressed voice coming out more of a standard volume voice than a whisper.

Gus turned towards the source of the sound. It was Wendy who looked like she had been crying. The greyish tan fur was wet around her eyes. She was dressed in a button-up shirt and jeans. She needn't have called out Gus had sensed her fear and then relief as he approached with his hidden power. The other coyote with her, Darren was just as near panicked. He was standing in front of Wendy as if to protect her. His expression was even, but Gus could tell he was ready to kill to protect his wife.

Gus halted and closed his eyes. He focused his gift on both Wendy and Darren. Gus drew up his power, then sent a wave of calm over both of the other coyotes. He needed them not to panic when he told them that the strange truck parked outside had been the fox raid Macale had warned about. He remembered when the towering coyote burst into the kitchen and handed him the gas mask already with his own on. Gus looked down at the gas mask in his paws.

He could use a soothing pulse himself. Instead, tears welled up in his eyes. He had greeted Macale with annoyance when he had come in. He had only put on the gas-mask to placate him. He could feel how his near panic drove Wendy and Darren to grab their bug-out bags and head to the edge of the scrubland. He had thought Macale was a nutter and was angry that he had driven the couple to spend the morning at the end of the storm drain, in a panic. Macale was right, Macale was right all along the foxes were out to get them! He had treated the coyote who saved him with annoyance and doubt when he was the most switched-on 'yote in the den.

"W-we were raided," choked out Gus,

"What happened to the others?" Darren asked.

It took a few moments for Gus to regain his composure.

"I was in my bunk wearing the gas mask. I heard a commotion coming from the kitchen. I went inside and noticed Kate was acting strange. She suddenly passed out, and I hollered for help," said Gus.

Gus had left the part out that commotion coming from the kitchen was Kate moaning with pleasure and how she was acting strange was her hand paws working between her thighs, and she suddenly passed out after her orgasm.

"Macale came in and said they got Terry and Erica too. I asked who 'they' were, and he said it was the foxes, and they were using their mind-control gas," said Gus.

With his powers, Gus could tell that the other coyotes were alive, but their base instinctual mind had forced them to sleep. Whatever the foxes had used was of a shamanic origin. He recognised the trance-like state from his own coyote trails when he had to master his powers to be allowed to join his pack.

"I was trying to revive Kate, I could hear them coming. Kate was alive; they had drugged her so she wouldn't wake up. The foxes had found Macale because I heard them fighting him. Kate was still out, and then I saw one of them enter the kitchen, I pulled a knife. He drew a gun, so I got out of there," said Gus.

Wendy and Darren wore shocked expressions.

"I'm sorry! I let the foxes take Kate," said Gus.

Wendy screamed and grabbed at the centre of her chest. Darren was the next to jump his head whipping around. Gus turned just in time to see the prone form of a gas-masked fox fire at him. Gus felt the sting of a projectile hit his belly. Strangely the weapon only made a soft sound as it fired. He looked down and saw the remnants of the shot had caught in his clothing, fizzing in the air.

Gus knew he was drugged as he felt a sudden heat rise up in his belly. It was like he was on heat but multiplied. Gus let out a snarl and bared his fangs at the fox. He ignored everything else and charged at the fox. He moved swiftly, the fox shooting him again but now he was mad. Those bastards had invaded their home and drugged his friends. It was enough!

He was almost at the fox who was just sitting there waiting for him. When Gus felt something snag his leg, he realised his anger had blinded him. It was another fox, the one who was in the kitchen. He had pounced out from the shrubby bush and tackled his legs. He went down in a roll into soft sandy dirt.

As Gus recovered from his landing, the lustful effects of the drug overtook his mind. He rolled on his side and both hind paws dove down to his rock hard coyote cock. He wrenched down his pants and began pumping his cock. It was so unnatural; this need was primal. His rational mind was in the back seat as he desperately masturbated.

"Leave him, the drug has taken effect," said one of the foxes.

"That's right 'yote slut paw yourself to sleep," taunted another.

"Cut the commentary, we're here to do a job," said the first.

Gus couldn't focus on anything else than his building orgasm from that point. His vision went blurry, and sounds were distorted as he could feel his balls jump. His eyes went wide before slipping closed. The first cum rope shot from his cock. His mind reeled, and it seemed that his consciousness was being cummed out as well. The second cum rope was what made him fall. He felt his mind retreat into itself; The pleasure was too much. He couldn't stand it. The only way to escape was to drop, to sink, to be empty.