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Coyote Quarantine II

By Zrathie

Vincent took out a swab and carefully rubbed it on the inside of the unconscious coyote's cheek. The silver fox placed it in a plastic vial and closed the seal. He cracked the seal of a bottom compartment of the vial and shook the mixture vigorously. He had done this test perhaps fifty times. It was a rapid test for the Coyote virus. The sample would turn blue for negative and purple for positive. As he waited for the sample to react, he watched it safely behind the lenses of his gas mask.

Vincent gulped as he saw the colour change. It was bright purple. Vincent fumbled for the testing card that showed the examples. He held up the card next to the testing strip and the shade matched perfectly.

"Shit, we got a positive!" said Vincent.

His arctic fox team member leaned over. He glanced at the test tube and then the unconscious coyote.

"Garry, grab a coyote bio-suit from the truck. We have a positive case." said the arctic fox.

"Keep calm. We have been masked up this whole time. We'll get this 'yote contained and run ourselves under the decon shower just like in the drills," said Vincent answering the other fox's unasked question.

Garry returned carrying a large canister the size of a small scuba tank.

"Stay back, Garry. We've been exposed to a positive case and must follow protocol," ordered Vincent.

The red fox placed the canister on the ground a few meters away from the group. He went back towards the truck and began to set up a decontamination shower. Vincent was glad he had trained his team well. This was their first positive case, so they had to do it by the book. Vincent opened his test kit bag and took out a plastic bag. It was a garbage bag labelled medical waste with a biohazard symbol printed on it. He got out a pair of paramedic scissors well. He passed the bag to his teammate.

"Brendan, hold this bag open while I cut off his clothes,"

"Yes, sir," replied Brendan.

Vincent began cutting the coyote out of his clothes. He handed strips of fabric to the arctic fox. He worked quickly, only stopping to roll the coyote off the remnants of his clothing he was laying on. Next Vincent got up and walked over to the canister. He hefted it back to the prone coyote. He ripped a tab and poured the contents of the canister over the now nude 'yote. He watched as the liquid latex came alive and began coating the passed out coyote.

Many miles away, another fox was investigating a research base. His keen vulpine vision could easily see through the dimly lit hallways of the research facility. Rick was glad of it because he would have gotten easily lost otherwise. The research base was mostly under the ground and located in an isolated mountain region. He had been assigned to investigate why they had lost contact with this research base. The company had sent him out after not hearing from them for two weeks.

Entry was simple with the access codes he had been provided. The reception area and offices on the upper floors were vacant. The phone lines were intact, and many of the computers are still running. Rick didn't have any access to the terminals and was left to look through post-it notes and notebooks to try and find clues. There were many strange formulas in scientific notation written on the papers but nothing that looked suspicious or gave away any clue to what had happened.

He would have to go deeper. There was an elevator that went down to the entrance to the labs. Many of the chemicals and processes in the labs were quite dangerous, so the base had been assigned a set of twenty-five living-latex coyote bio-suits. The bio-suits were made from an extraordinary polymer that contains a matrix of living-latex nanomachines. This type was modelled after a coyote with a complex AI and could fit most canine species. Rick wasn't too concerned about the workings of the safety gear. It was the chemicals they worked on here that were the danger. The sensors that fed back to the head office didn't reveal any leaks or accidents. The containment in the main Laboratories was intact.

The security system was running, but the feeds from the cameras had been blocked. The remote management system couldn't see what was happening inside the facility. The last messages received from the base were submitting a repair request for a switch in the server room that was responsible for the video camera data feeds. It was strange that the problem couldn't be fixed internally. They had spare equipment and IT specialists on staff.

The elevator doors opened, and Rick stepped out into a hallway that was lit by amber emergency lights. The metal hallway was cast in the spooky ambience that reminded Rick of something out of a movie set. He had studied a schematic of the research facility and knew that change rooms were down this hallway up ahead. Hopefully, they had a spare coyote model bio-suit. He had read the manifest of some of the chemicals that were present in the labs. Most of them he couldn't even pronounce. He didn't want to get up close and personal to such substances.

He opened the door to the locker room. The first area was pretty standard. It had a set of benches and lockers for creatures to store their clothes. One of them had been left ajar, so Rick went to investigate. The locker squeaked slightly as it opened, and Rick peered inside. It was a set of smart business clothes neatly hung and folded, waiting for their owner to return for them. On one of the shelves was a wallet which Rick opened. He retrieved a driver's licence from one of the card slots.

There was a photo of a badger with the name reading Doctor Samson McPherson. He was one of the scientists that had gone missing when they lost contact. He had not answered his calls nor his emails. He placed the wallet and the ID back where he had found it. So far, he hadn't discovered anything that would be considered concrete foul play. The office had been left like people had just left for home and not come back in. There were no signs of struggle, broken locks, smashed glass or computers with their hard drives ripped out. It didn't look like a case of corporate espionage that he had been briefed on.

Rick continued deeper into the locker rooms he passed a set of communal showers. The area was empty, just plain white tiles bathed in the amber coloured lights. Rick opened the next door. It opened into the storage area for the bio-suits. The coyote bio-suits were meant to be stored on shelves in this room, it looked like they had all gone. Rick took a quick inventory and realised that most of the bio-suits were gone with only four remaining. If he was going to investigate the labs themselves, he needed to put on one of the remaining protective bio-suits.

Rick inspected the one in the cabinet. The unit consisted of a large canister that contained the bio-suit. To wear it, a user would pour the canister of living latex over their body. The nanomachines would array themselves to coat a wearer until they had a custom-fitted coyote suit covering their whole body. The coating would even out providing a perfect seal from the outside world. The wearer was supplied with filtered air while inside the bio-suit. These were an upgrade from the older models that were of more conventional make.

Rick felt it prudent to be naked before he attempted to try on one of these things. He didn't know what they would do to his clothes, and his training with the older models required him to be nude. He stripped out of his casual business attire dumping his clothing into a pile before kicking it away with his foot paws. He returned his attention to the cabinet.

Rick reached in and pulled out the canister that contained the tank of living latex. It had instructions clearly printed on it. It had a red pull tap at the top that would open the canister. The top pictogram showed a creature pouring the contents of the canister over themselves. Rick pulled the tab and the lid popped off with a loud pop. The sound echoing in the quiet room. Rick closed his eyes and poured the substance over his body.

Rick shivered as he felt the cool sludge pour down his torso. It only took a few moments before it came to life spreading out to form a thin rubber layer over his body. He could feel the substance retreat from around his face and waited until he was sure he wouldn't get any of the material in his mouth before taking a gulp of breath. He opened his eyes and looked down at his body. A thick, drippy, bright yellow coloured goo was slowly coating his torso, working its way down his legs and tail. It had already covered his hand paws and was forming gloves over them.

The material had warmed up while undergoing its reaction, and it was quite comfortable now, warming up to just above his body heat. It only took a minute for the process to complete itself. Rick was now dressed in a living latex bio-suit. The material worked its way under his foot paw pads. He lifted them up to allow the material to properly settle under his foot paws. The texture of the material changed growing rough. It was giving itself a more tactile texture over his foot and hand paw pads. The rest of the garment was high gloss and even under the low levels of lighting in the room, they cast bright white highlights. It was as if he had been dumped in a barrel of fluoro yellow ink.

Rick then noticed the material was crawling up his neck and creeping up his cheeks. He closed his eyes, and he felt the latex creep upwards coating his face and covering his head, even his ears. He huffed in a breath almost in a panic and was relieved he could taste clean air. When he exhaled, his breath was pushed out through the muzzle of his bio-suit as though he was not in a closed system. He opened his eyes and found he could see. The muzzle section of the bio-suit had been made into a large transparent section. It stopped at his cheeks, eyebrows and upper throat merging seamlessly into the bright yellow rubber of the main body. The muzzle section pulled away from his face rounding out into a blunt muzzle shape.

"Hello, new user. My name is Frederick, your coyote bio-suit. I have initialised properly, and I am ready to commence operations. Air symphysis: Online." said the voice of the bio-suit.

Richard felt a blast of air across his face coming up from his neck. It gave him a bit of relief. He didn't know how these machines worked, but he was glad that it was supplying him with oxygen.

"Biometric data confirm the new user's identity as Rick Sanchez. Job Title: Data security field agent at Gorgon Chemical," Frederick said.

Rick ignored the AI. It was beginning to look like it was like one of those annoying digital assistants that cell phone companies were pushing on everyone nowadays. He slowly walked out of the changing area and into the shower room. Rick had to give the bio-suit credit though he was very comfortable to wear. A bit bulging in some places but not too much.

Rick's mouth suddenly went dry. He felt a hot flush shoot up from the base of the spine to settle in his chest and then return down his back. He could feel blood flow to his cheeks as if he was drunk. All of a sudden, he could feel his loins begin to heat up. Rick let out an annoyed grunt this was no time for a no reason boner. He slowly walked out into the changing room's locker area. A lipstick had quickly formed inside of the bio-suit around Rick's crotch as more of his penis slipped out. His vulpine maleness was definitely reacting to being inside Frederick.

As a few minutes passed, Rick thought it was best he take off the bio-suit and have a quick paw off. The suit didn't hide much, and he didn't want to run into someone sporting a boner. He reached up and tugged sharply at his rubbery head covering. His rubber-coated hand paws just slipped off the slippery surface. He felt around his chest, searching for a release tab or some way of opening the bio-suit. Rick was only met by glossy yellow rubber that defied any attempts at removal. Rick continued to grow more sexually aroused his erection slipping into the crotch of the outfit.

Rick tore at his outfit. The rubber had a tiny bit of stretch to it but held firm no matter how hard Rick tugged at it. He could hear his heart rate pumping up to his ears. His canine claws didn't cut through his gloves, and he couldn't get the bio-suit to rip. He was getting more sexually excited, but he could ignore his arousal.

"There is no need to panic. I detect your heart rate and respiration has increased. My systems are fully functional, and I am not detecting any contaminants," Frederick said.

Rick was fully aroused and getting even more so. He balled up his hand, paws into fists and tried not to think of his weighty arousal. Rick headed back towards the elevators that headed up to the surface. He should get to the office level perhaps they had a copy of the user guide. Had to get out of this bio-suit.

Rick reached the elevator and pounded on the call button. The inside of his helmet had begun to fog up. His breaths came out as wet panting drool dropped to his chin. He had no way to wipe it, so it settled into his chin fur. His cock was like a hot iron poking into the crotch of the bio-suit. The tip was rubbing the inside of the coyote bio-suit as he shifted his weight.

The door to the elevator opened, and Rick stepped inside. He pressed the ground floor button before standing back in the corner. He crossed and recrossed his legs, feeling the crouch of the coyote bio-suit rub as he changed position. The rubber creaked as he gripped the railings inside the lift tightly. It was the only thing keeping his hand paws away from his sex. He could see the condensation shift inside his helmet with each huff of breath.

The elevator chimed, and the door opened. Rick stumbled out into the hallway. The rubber creaked around his gloves as he opened and closed his hand paws. He wanted to show them down to his erection and take care of his burning desire. As Rick walked, he slippery pre-cum coated maleness rubbed the inside of his rubber-coated crotch.

Rick couldn't stand it any more he thrust both hand paws to his cock and pumped quickly. He only lasted three pumps before a thundering orgasm overcame him. He had forgotten about being prudish and just gave in to the pleasure. Thick ropes of fox cream poured into the bio-suit. Rick could feel a presence in his mind. The thought scared him.

"How does it feel? How does it feel to be forced to paw off?" said a voice.

It wasn't Frederick. This was a new voice. It was inside the room!

"I've seen your scientists have perfected your aphrodisiac gas. Although it's unfortunate for you that you don't get to pass out," said the voice.

Rick looked up and saw a figure standing in a doorway to one of the offices. It was a coyote. He could only see the silhouette because of the bright light behind him.

"I could make you tell me all about the real reason for the Coyote Quarantine using my gift, but where's the fun in that?" said the coyote.

Rick's eyes widened as he felt himself grow aroused again and much more quickly than before.

"That tight, squeaky bio-suit will make sure you huff in that gas like a good pup should. Oxygen isn't the only gas your suit can sympathise," said the coyote.

Meanwhile, much further away, Gus was shaken awake. He blinked and opened his eyes. He was in the back of an SUV and shackled into the back seat. He was wearing strange clothing. It was a rubber suit that covered his whole body. He was completely encased. They were on the freeway, but Gus couldn't tell where he was.

Gus could see there were two foxes in the front. The one driving was the same one who had entered the kitchen. At least his fur colour was the same. They were wearing the uniforms of the quarantine taskforce. Gus knew he was in deep trouble. He would have to try to use his gift to get out of this situation.