Angel In The Dark
This is my official entrance for Coyotek's story contest. Warning: this contains violence in yiff and extreme violence not in yiff. There is also gang rape and hot sex. I am not responsible if you are under age and get in trouble or reading this or if you ruin your computer on the chance you like my story too much.
Enjoy.
Angel In The Dark
In the vine tangled tropical forests of the Southern Cotenant, much strife occurred with mystery. The local furs and reptilians fought a guerilla war with the corrupted Governmental Army, with civilians caught in the middle. Both sides were neither good nor evil, they were simply at war. The Southern Cotenant was most famous for its history, over all. The numerous temples and pyramids along with ancient ruins and statues, the land was a cobweb of myth.
High above the tree canopy, a seemingly endless, rolling emerald sea, buzzed a twin-propped passenger airplane. Inside this airplane is where this story begins.
* * *
Sitting close to the front of the plane was a very attractive girl. She was a canine fur, a coyote, to be specific. She had her airplane chair tilted back so she could sleep comfortably during the long plane ride. Her fur was a wondrous tri-color of black, brown, and crème white, like a very sweet and exquisite dessert. Her long and silky-soft raven black hair fell down her back and shoulders with natural grace, her hair looking like a rich flow of the purest oil. Upon her long and soft muzzle, she wore a simple pair of spectacles, which seemed to frame and emphasize her beautiful maple gaze, though they now were tightly lidded in deep sleep. The charming and beautiful coyote girl was garbed in khaki safari gear; a caramel colored shirt that hugged her form tightly and seemed to highlight her braless bust, a lighter toned cargo vest was draped over her and remained unbuttoned. Her pants, ending shortly after the bend of the knee, watched her vest and clung to her legs like her shirt did her chest.
She slept soundly despite the muffled, yet still irritating roar of the old propeller engines, which in some way not known by man, fur, or god, kept the craft in the air. The young coyote woman was woken from her deep sleep by a voice and a tap on her shoulder,
"Coyotka? Coyotka! Wake up, we're about to land." Coyotka jolted awake, startled at the unexpected rousing from her college professor. Cotoyka was a junior at a world renowned archeology school. This was not a routine outing for students or teachers, though; going into a hostile country is not usually on a university's criteria. No, the University of Archeological and Historical Study and Research was asked to attempt to find something of archeological significance that could be the source of the war.
Coyotka, along with her professor and eight other students, set their pawfeet on the first hostile soil in their lives. This was a first for all of them, but they still lived by the rules of the crosses they each wore around their necks; solve this matter without bloodshed. They all knew this was a great risk, but their faith kept them confident and strong.
"Alright, students, as you know, this assignment is very dangerous and very important." All of the students nodded their heads in quiet agreement, "You will not be scored or graded on this, but you will be immortalized in the history books given we succeed." Again, the whole group was silent; they all were scared, anyone here would be, well, almost anyone.
* * *
It was late afternoon, the rain fell in droplets the size of eyeballs. The group of AP students with their professor sprinted through the rain to a crude building made mostly out of sheet metal, the town pub. The professor, an old fox, gone grey with age, began speaking to some of the locals in the regional language; the old fur knew over fifteen languages, Southern Native was one of them. He talked to about five or six locals, all of them pointed out back, where people bet on wild animal fights in and get drunk on the more potent of alcohol. These animal fights usually were between snakes and large river lizards, though some furs could enter in a 'charming' contest, seeing who can go the longest in the pit without being bitten.
The professor motioned for the group of his star pupils to follow him into the building, which meant back into the pounding rain and into a very dangerous room. The University suggested a certain fur; he was an ex-special forces soldier. A wolf, very potent in his ways and he knew the rivers and jungles like the back of his hand. The man the professor was looking for was not hard to find, the only wolf in the town, and probably the whole country. The rest of the residents here where mostly sleazy, drunk, womanizing catmen. Coyotka couldn't help but laugh to herself,
'Oh man, Geno would love it here...' she thought to herself.
The Wolf man was roughly handling large reptiles, most of which Coyotka recognized as being extremely venomous, yet this massive wolf was handling them like they were cheap belts. The professor approached the wolf,
"Quite dangerous work..." the professor said as the wolf man tossed a massive lizard into a cage. He didn't speak, his features hidden behind a tattered boonie hat. The wolf man was a dark grey color with a lighter grey underside. He was scary, to put it simply. Coyotka couldn't fathom how the professor could talk to him and still keep his nerve.
"I was told you have a boat..." The professor began, but was interrupted by the massive, muscled wolf, the lupine's voice was deep, daunting, and dominating; like the mouth of a massive cave.
"And if I do?" He said to the professor, not taking his eyes off of his work. The professor was shaken, but responded nonetheless,
"Uh... i-if you do, me and my group would like to go south, into Leo Mala." The wolf stopped what he was doing and tilted back his boonie cap, revealing his stunning blue eyes, he had one eyebrow arched in disbelief,
"Leo Mala is a war zone, old man. What the fuck you want down there?" The wolf's voice remained unchanged, it was still deep and rolling like thunder and as rough as gravel. The professor rubbed his neck nervously, if he told this wolf what he and his group were after, he would surely take it for himself.
"Uh... w-we are...uh, we are a religious group," the professor lied, holding out his cross, the group followed suit, "we are here to help the civilians that are bystanders in the conflict between the Militia and the Governmental Army." The wolf took his hat off and rubbed the sweat from his brow with his forearm. He looked from the professor, to his group, and back. But his eyes always settled on one coyote girl with long black hair and glasses, she was one of the youngest in the group, 19, and definitely the smartest.
"You bringin' any weapons?" the wolf asked, looking out into the thick jungle that lay beyond the town. The professor responded, a little offended,
"Of course not! We are a peace-keeping group on a peace-keeping mission, we brought no weapons." The wolf choffed and looked to the professor through his long and wet blonde hair,
"You 'aint gonna' change shit, doc." The wolf said, putting his wet hat back on his matted hair. The professor tried protesting but the wolf would not be swayed. The professor turned back to the group, his face sullen,
"Well, he is a stubborn, stupid bastard. Can't reason with these folk, our only other option is to try and get to Leo Mala on foot." Coyotka was looking in the general direction that the massive, hulking wolf had left. She straightened up and spoke to the group,
"Let me try." She said hopefully.
"You'll do no such thing, young lady. That man is a shallow, selfish brute. Nothing more" Coyotka crossed her arms over her ample chest and tapped her booted foot, very annoyed.
"Professor, you are the one who always told us not to judge, and here you are because this one male won't listen to your opinion. Let me talk to him, let me try." The professor was going to protest, but one look from his star pupil's maple eyes changed his mind instantly.
* * *
The wolf was in a garage behind the 'Pit', hammering away at a red hot piece of metal on a highly used anvil. With each swing of the hammer, his muscles and veins bulged and relaxed, almost like a completely different being. The flexing of his muscles and veins, along with the dancing orange light from the furnace cast dramatic shadows across his shirtless form. His ears twitched when he heard someone enter his workshop,
"I told you, I'll have the damn engine done by - oh, hello ma'am. I, uh...I thought you were someone else." The wolf had turned halfway through his sentence to behold a beautiful coyote girl instead of a fuck-ugly, old, pissed off panther. Coyotka smiled shyly, she couldn't help but blush when she saw the massive wolf male before her. She is a young lady after all, and her mind does wander into the gutter from time to time. She held her hands and arms tightly before her, having her hands around belt level. Her arms were nearly stuck to her beautifully curved form; she wanted to look like the above-par student that she was, not like a two-bit whore.
"No, i-it's alright, sir - " Coyotka began,
"Daemion" The wolf said, walking over to a sink to wash his face.
"Excuse me?" Coyotka asked, taken back by his interruption.
"My name, it's Daemion. Daemion Skarr" The wolf said, wiping his muzzle dry with a raggedy towel.
"Ok... Daemion, please listen to me for a moment. My group and I are..." The wolf cut in again,
"I told your professor and I'll tell you the same; No, I don't go that far south." Coyotka was frustrated an honestly offended at the wolf's constant interruptions, but she kept her cool and continued to try and persuade him,
"Please Daemion, please. This could save thousands of lives; don't you care about that? Doesn't that mean something to you?" Daemion paused and placed his hands on his hips, leaning on the garage's support beam to hold him up as he thought, replaying her words in his head over and over. He scratched his head, making his wet, golden locks of hair flop about; he sighed heavily before he spoke,
"Do what you need to do, get what you need to get; we leave at sunrise tomorrow." Coyotka used all the self control she had in her to stop herself form pouncing at the wolf and kissing him. Instead, she placed a gentle hand on one of the wolf's massive arms, not even able to close her hand around the massive bicep. She rubbed his arm and gave it a small squeeze; the muscle didn't move an inch.
"Thank you... Thank you so much, Daemion." Was all she could say
***- That Night -***
Daemion tried to sleep soundly, but he kept on thinking about things. He thought about his past, the horrible things he had done and had done to him. He tried to re-concentrate on something pleasant. His thoughts went to that coyote girl, Coyotka. She was beautiful; Daemion hadn't seen another canine, let alone one from his country, in over ten years. Daemion looked down to see a high-rise of sheets were his groin was, he sighed to himself and closed his eyes.
Dreams came, dreams of home. Dreams of the life he left behind for his countries security. Those dreams became nightmares. Nightmares of his time in the Military and what he had experienced during the War. Nightmares of his past and his scars.
+DREAM+
- Devil Dog, come in. -
"What am I?" Daemions inner voice asked, echoing through the caverns of his complex mind.
- Devil Dog, this is Raven. Raven calling Devil Dog; Talk to me Dame. -
"You made me this way..."
- You are a full blooded combat soldier. -
"You don't just turn it off."
Images of Daemion's painful past in conflict and war flashed through his mind like lightening. Images of combat and capture, torture and torment. Endless death and gunfire.
- It's over Dame -
"NOTHING IS OVER! YOU DON'T JUST TURN IT OFF!"
Daemion Skarr jolted awake, his fur was matted in a cold sweat and his breath came in sharp gasps. He just sat there for a few minutes, his icy blue eyes cutting into the night. When he looked to the canopy of the trees, he could see a haze of light starting to creep over the shadow, 'Almost dawn,' the Marine thought to himself, 'best be gettin' ready'. For the first time since he left the Marines, Daemion opened a rusted and scratched olive green lockbox. There, in that box, was all Daemion kept of his Marines uniform; his combat knife, his Desert Eagle, his steel soled combat boots, and his forest camouflage fatigues. Daemion began to ready his gear, thinking to himself silently as he did so.
'You know what you are,' Daemion's subconscious said to his body as he got dressed, pulling pants over his muscle ridden legs and shirt over his toned chest.
'...What you're made of." Pulling the black boots over his footpaws, lacing them up tight; stomping the ground a few times along with running in place to make sure that the steel soles and toes were in place and not degraded at all.
'War is in your blood..." The wolf Marine strapped a thick Kevlar belt onto his waist. He checked the stitching and the buckles so he wouldn't be caught with his pants down, literally.
'Don't fight it...' Picking up the hefty sheath and knife of his combat blade, Daemion stared at it for a few moments, he had killed so many furs with this thing. He said that he would never use it again, but old habits die hard. The wolf strapped the knife and sheath onto his left hip, clipping onto the fail-safe lock on his belt.
'Because when you're pushed, killin's as easy as breathin'.' Finally, he attached the hip holster of his .50 caliber pistol, the Desert Eagle, onto his right thigh, designed for quick-draws in a dire situation. He was ready; seeing himself in the mirror like that nearly made him sick to his stomach, he was proud of being a Marine, but not of what he did as a Marine.
Coyotka was the only of her party that was awake, sitting out by the boat Daemion had told them that he would take. It was nothing special, if not less than that; a single prop, not a very high powered engine, and it wasn't easy on the eyes either. 'No matter,' the beautiful coyote girl thought to herself as she watched the equally beautiful rising of the sun. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps, her ears perked up. They didn't sound like the distinctly heavy footsteps of the wolf, these were much lighter, probably another classmate. She was completely off, it was a skanky-looking black jaguar male; wearing dirty jeans and a "wife-beater" tank-top that Coyotka assumed used to be white. The male jaguar held a near empty bottle of putrid smelling booze in his left hand, his other was unoccupied at the moment.
"Ay! Meesay, ju wanna come into me hut so aye can cum into ju?" The jaguar's breath was as putrid as the drink, he smiled drunkenly, showing rows of rotten teeth. Coyotka was completely taken back, as much as the question as the tent in the jaguar's jeans.
"E-excuse me?" was all the coyote could say. The jaguar stumbled closer, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, pulling his feline member free, and started to paw himself off while walking closer to the very stunned female coyote.
"Aye said, ju gonna' let me cum in ju, or do aye havta geet violent?" The jaguar started beating himself off harder and harder, getting way, way too close to Coyotka. So close that the "fapping" noise made by his obscene actions prevented her from hearing footfalls, moving so hard and so fast, that they would make her head seem to pound.
"Poot et een jur mouth, beech! Soock me-" The jaguar was about to stick a member that looked like the incarnation of pestilence into her mouth when, all of a sudden, like an angel in the dark, a massive black fist knocked the pervert clean off of his feet.
"God damn you, Eguard...Wasn't prison enough the first time?" The voice was hostile, angry, and almost a growl, it was Daemion. The jaguar sat up, one hand on his face while the other continued to abuse himself,
"Wha' tha fook ju do that for, mon?" The jaguar hissed through an already swollen right side of his face.
"Leave her alone! You have no business with her!" Daemion growled again, his eyes looked like they could turn the jaguar to ice if he felt like it.
"Fook no, mon! Fook you! I saw her first, I get to fook her! She will have me cub-" He was shut up again, this time with the same smashing noise, but coupled with the clank of metal. Daemion's right boot was blood splattered with some brownish-white in the leather, the jaguar's teeth.
"Cototka, look away..." She did so, only wishing that she had covered her ears too; a stomach-twisting squish-crack came from the direction of the encounter along with a cry so high pitched and hoarse, it sounded like a mouse. She felt Daemion's strong grip as he ushered her into the boat, she was able to get a look at the jaguar, his erect dick was bent halfway, shaped like an "L". 'Jesus Christ... That was mean...' she thought, but she didn't feel sorry for the old pervert.
* * *
The boat tugged down the river, it had been two days and nights, and finally, the landing spot the professor had specified in his plan was in sight. The group rejoiced, but Daemion just watched Coyotka, and Coyotka watched him. When they docked, he helped carry the supplies off of the craft, seeing them off. Only one of the students looked back, and even walked back, it was Coyotka.
"What will you do now, Daemion?" The wolf stood from tying his boat to one of the moorings, looking down at the girl once he did,
"What do ya' mean?" He asked simply. Coyotka grabbed one of his large and scarred hands, rubbing her silk-soft thumbs over his rough and scarred knuckles,
"I mean, you didn't take the money we offered. Gas is expensive these days; you barely got us down river on a full tank. How will you get back?" Daemion chuckled a bit and patted her hands with his other,
"I have my ways." The coyote girl looked at the hulky male before her with skepticism, but she knew that he was not the type one could easily argue with. So she reached behind her neck and unclipped the thin silver chain around her neck. She placed the cross into the Marine's palms and closed his fingers around it and patted his hand,
"You'll need it more than me." She said before jogging after her group.
Daemion knew the girl was right; he would have to walk back to the town. There was simply no way his out dated boat could get him upriver this time around. With a sigh, he went down into the cabin in his boat and emerged with his compound hunting bow and quiver of steel tipped arrows. He needed to be able to hunt and get food, and the deafening boom that his DEagle made wasn't exactly a great way to sneak up on un-expecting prey.
* * *
Daemion had walked about ten miles from his boat; he was in no huge hurry to get back to a town full of perverted felines. He made his way through a little road-town, mostly shops and watering holes so passers by could wet their whistle and get some non-perishable food for their trip. Daemion decided it would be a good change to actually have a drink for once, so he walked into one of the bars, ordering a beer. The wolf kept to himself, listening to the radio until his ears picked up a sound that caused the glass of booze in his hand crack and strain.
"Did you hear? Some of our men found some stupid gringos walking in the forest, with no guns!" One soldier laughed cruelly. The other one laughed as well, pitching in his comment,
"Ha, stupid bastards. What, do they think this is a luxury safari? No, this is a war zone!" They all laughed followed by the clanking of half empty glasses of beer. The group of soldiers laughed and drank, yet another spoke up, there was about five of them in total.
"Ahpi here," the soldier said, clapping the shoulder of the male next to him, "saw it all. What was it? Were there women?" The male felines snickered until the one named Ahpi spoke,
"You bet your sorry ass, there were. Fine women, the best looking being a coyote and a collie, by far. Both with tits so perfect, you would want to suck on them like a baby. Their asses were like... I dunno, they were SPANKABLE, that's for sure!" He finished,
I'll drink to that." The last said.
Daemion didn't even notice the shards of glass protruding from his hand, nor the blood that began to pool on the counter until the barkeep spoke up,
"HEY, PAL! You gonna' pay for that glass?" Daemion just snarled and slammed some money down on the counter. He turned to look at the soldiers, eyeing them all carefully, calculating their threat levels, they were all low threats; they were drunk and they were conscripts nonetheless; farmers paid to wear a uniform and shoot a gun. There was no doubt about it though; Coyotka and her party had been captured, seemingly within ours of their leave. Daemion tried to tell himself otherwise, but his Marine side always won in these dilemmas, he needed to get them out of there while he still can. The soldiers left, stumbling about, bumping into women and groping them roughly, only to throw them onto the mud.
* * *
The squad of Governmental soldiers piled into a jeep and swerved down the muddy road, not knowing the eyes of death were set upon them. The soldiers were laughing and singing along with the radio crudely, too drunk to give a damn. But all was not so drunk and merry, none of the soldiers were aware of the tightening of a string and the turning of pulleys and the bending of metal and wood. The one white tiger that was manning the mounted 50 cal. Machine gun was swinging left and right on the on the pivot, he was laughing a hooting with drunk amusement, then death came.
With the hiss of a deadly snake, the steel tipped head of an arrow smashed into the back of the white tiger's head, going through and sending an eyeball flying on the dashboard. The body fell in a red pool. The driver stopped the jeep with a screech of the breaks, only to have another arrow pierce his soft neck, severing both jugular veins; gouts of blood erupted from the soldier's neck.
"Two down, three to go." The Marine said from his spot in the foliage. Knocking another arrow, drawing his bow, and loosing the steel tipped missile, another soldier died, the arrow hit him at an angle so both lugs and his heart were pierced.
"Two" The last survivors began firing their AK-47's wildly into the green of the forest, hoping against hope to hit their assailants. They thought it was an Indian tribe, not a single, superbly trained Marine, today was not their lucky day. The third arrow flew as it hit the helmet of one, shearing off the panther's ear, and then ricocheted to the other tiger and smashed into his temple.
"Cangrats, mo-fo! You're the last man..." Daemion fired another arrow that went completely through the knee, toppling him to the ground, "...alive."
The lion was trying to crawl away. If he could just get to his radio, he would be able to radio for help. He was so close when he felt himself lifted off the ground and slammed onto the blood splattered hood of the jeep, only to look down the barrel of a massive pistol,
"P-please mon! Don't kill me! I have family, I have a wife, kids." The male whimpered as he stared down the dark well of the gun barrel. Daemion grabbed the male's uniform, the fabric shredding from the force of the grip.
"I understand. Tell me were to find the camp were your comrades are keeping those prisoners, and you will live, you can go to your family. Don't tell me, you die here. If you lie to me, you will live only long enough to stuff your family into a zip-loc bag and bury it in your back yard; choose!" Daemion's voice was rumbling with rage and combat-lust. It had been eight years since he had used that bow, but he was better than ever.
"Ok, ok." The male said, "The camp in down this road in another five miles. There is a bridge that crosses the river, if you can get past the guards and cross the river, you will find the base on the other side." The male was near in tears, a dark stain around the groin of his pants that reeked of ammonia. "Please, let me go, let me go to my family."
Daemion looked down the dirt road, both ways, his mind thinking seemingly as fast as the computer on an F-22 (300,000 thoughts/second). He finally spoke to the terrified man,
"You will, friend, you will." The male sighed in relief as he began to stand, only to be thrown back down on the hood of the jeep, "I promise you will see them if any of those kids are dead." With a 'click', a scream of terror, and a 'boom' that sent all the birds from the canopies of the forest in sheer terror, the last soldier had his brains and skull fragments blown into the forest
Tossing the bodies from the blood soaked vehicle, Daemion started the engine, driving the jeep as fast as he could, faster than a bat out of hell. He kept all of the AK-47's from the soldiers he had just killed, loaded and ready. You never know when you will need more firepower.
* * *
In the camp that the soldier spoke of, Coyotka and her classmates were in a dank and dirty bamboo cell. They had been treated like pigs, had food, dirt, and feces throw at them by the soldiers. The professor, the male Doberman, and the male fox were dead; shot in the head and their bodies left for the vultures. Needless to say, they were all terrified. Only one male remained, and he was surely going to die today. Two of the females had already been taken from the pen, only to be returned bare with bumps bruises, a coating of many males' spunk, and the dirty smell of their musk.
Coyotka tried to pray, but she had left her cross with the wolf; she needed deliverance, now more than ever. Her best friend and classmate, Zeta, were the only women that remained un-violated. Zeta was a year or two younger than Coyotka was, she was crying helplessly, being held in her friend's arms. Coyotka had cried, but she though she had run out until she saw a group of soldiers approach the pen. When the opened the gate to the cell, Coyotka cried silently,
"You, collie... Here now, you mated now!" The fat one in the group yelled at Zeta. She didn't budge, she couldn't; she had completely given up. The same fat soldier grasped her by her silvery hair and dragged her through the mud, she hollered and cried the whole way to the hut, hoping to get sympathy from one of the foreign soldiers, but she only got laughed at. Once the door to that horrid hut closed, Coyotka could hear no more cries.
Shaking, she sat next to the last male, Jonny. He was afraid as well, he was the senior classman in the group, but he looked like a small boy again with those stained cheeks. Jonny and Coyotka held small conversation until the soldiers returned from the hut, dragging a cum-covered collie behind them. With the drop off of the nude and creamed Zeta, they grabbed Jonny; it was his time to go ande meet God.
* * *
It was night, dark and rainy. No jeep had crossed the bridge yet, so the soldiers barred the gate and locked it down. Two soldiers held the patrol, garbed in yellow rain poncho's, machine guns in hand.
"Hey, Bruno, I hafta take a wicked piss." One of them said, getting a nod from his friend as he ran into the thick of the jungle to relieve himself. The panther soldier had finished two full canteens in one sitting; it was no wonder he had to go so bad. Bruno, the guard still at the gate, was peering into the dark down the length of the road. So focused on the dark of the road, he did not notice the mud on the ground near him begin to churn. Like from a horror movie, a shape slowly rose from the muck on the ground, standing around 6'10", massive and the only thing not covered in mud was the two glowing blue eyes stuck in its head.
"Hey Bruno, Bruno! Bruno, when did you... go..." The panther saw the form of his friend on the ground, the yellow rain poncho now red and orange from his slit throat. Just as he was about to reach his fallen comrade, the mud came to life again, bringing a huge combat knife to bear. The knife gutted the panther, felling him to the ground in a heap of his own innards. The murderous mud stood and wiped the grime from it's face, Daemion grinned at himself,
"Hmph, oldest trick in the book." Like the shadow of death, he crossed the bridge in utter silence, a couple guards crossed his path, but they died without so much as a second breath.
"Don't worry, Coyotka. I'ma comin'."
* * *
Coyotka was now forced into that dreaded shed; there must have been over five males in there. The small room smelled of sex, drugs, and booze. Without hesitation, she was tossed onto a table, then with crude shredding, her cloths were nothing but ribbons. The males laughed and growled and purred at her as they undid their pants, each presenting their raging hard on's.
"Let's wreck this bitch!" The apparent "alpha" said; his men never followed another order so well. Coyotka couldn't even try and protest before one male leapt onto her, shoving his slimy dick into her mouth as he began to savagely hump her face. She felt two more intrusions in her nether regions. Her tail hole and tight pussy screamed in pain as they got pounded dry. The males had no rhythm to their movements; they would slap her, bite her, and even punch her. Two males on either side of her were pawing off; with two groans they came on her stomach, matting her soft fur in slimy, putrid cum.
The male in her mouth sped up, humping her face faster and faster until with a roar he hilted himself into her muzzle, his balls slapping her chin as he unloaded down her throat. He quickly dismounted her head, just as he did; the man raping her young cunny began to quicken his pace, panting. He pulled out of her and leapt onto the table and proceeded to spray his sticky spunk onto her chest. This fueled another sick mind of one of the soldiers as he sat on the young coyote girl's stomach, placing his cat prick in between her breasts and began to rape her that way.
Coyotka yelped as she felt her anus burn as a hot liquid was spurted into her. After the male on her chest finished, and the others jacking off on her finished, that left the alpha male.
"Seeing as how my wife recently died, I am going to need someone else to have my cubs, don't you think men?" The soldiers yelled with a crazed sex drive. The alpha undid his pants and let his cat-hood spring loose.
"No, please no. This is wrong..." Coyotka began to say before the alpha backhanded her. She kept quiet and just gave up; she hoped she would die after this night. The alpha began to tease the coyote prisoner's tight and sensitive vaginal folds, erecting soft, unwanted moans from the girl's lips. Just as he was about to plunge into her and begin the horrid process of impregnating her, a knock hit the door.
"Goddamn it! This had better be important. Underling, answer it." The alpha barked as he readied himself for the deep plunge.
* * *
Daemion had flown through the camp like a ghost, few saw him, but none could report it, for it is hard to move to the alarm when rigor mortis has set in on you. There was a large attraction at the bar in the base, women the soldiers got from their last plunder. This made things easier for Daemion Skarr. The Marine found a jeep parked right outside of the hut that he could hear Coyotka in. It pained him whenever he hear her in discomfort, but he had to sit there and analyze the situation, he had to know were she was in the building so she did not get killed; but alas, the noises were too faint and the males too riled up.
Thinking fast after he heard the alpha, Daemion devised a plan. Picking up a few rocks, the Marine headed over to the jeep with the mounted 50 machine gun. Making sure that the gun was fully loaded, he cocked it and aimed at the door. Throwing the rocks at the door in rapid succession, it created a sound akin to someone knocking.
"Goddamn it! This had better be important. Underling, answer it." Is what Daemion heard. The "underling" opened the door; he stood there in shock, looking at Daemion like a deer would into headlights. That was all the time the wolf needed, he saw exactly were Coyotka was, so he pulled the trigger. A deafening roar filled the night as the soldier at the door was burst like a balloon from the ferocity of the gunfire. Daemion swung the gun in massive arcs of death, like a Reaper's scythe. Enemies within the hut were blown asunder, some had limbs sheared off, others burst into flames from being hit with a tracer round. The alpha had fallen to the ground to save himself from the deafening gunfire. The hut was now completely blown to shit, only a meager skeleton of what it once was.
The alpha began to get up, looking to the source of the fire, only seeing an empty turret. Grabbing his victim, he began to run into the foliage in hopes of escape. He ran and ran, sure that he was safe, he threw Coyotka on the ground, he was going to finish what he started. Her face was that of horror, utter horror of being raped again and again, then having to bear this wretched male's cubs. Looking beyond the male, she saw something, two glowing blue sparks in the shadow, two lights of hope. Not because of what they were, but because below them, the dim blue light that radiated from them reflected off of the surface of a metal cross, one that she knew all too well.
Her face tuned from horror to hope, as she knew who it was. The alpha male was drawing closer, about to assume the position when he was grasped from behind, massive claws digging into the flesh of his throat and with one massive tear, rent every tendon, vein, and organic thing in the alpha's throat. Her angel in the dark had come to save her once again. Coyotka was stunned, so much so, she began to get light headed.
"Coyotka? Coyotka!" She heard a voice echo as she closed her eyes. She was slipping away to the dark, she was passing.
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"Coyotka, Coyotka? Wake up!" The Coyote jolted awake, gasping for air, only to be calmed by the sight of her house, more so by the face of her new husband. He was a lucky find, so much so that she was sure it was by divine intervention. She fell for him at first glance, his shining blue eyes, his golden hair, his dark fur, and of course, his irresistible build and endowment.
"You okay, sweetie? I got out of the shower and you were screaming in your sleep." Coyotka just cradle the muzzle of her mate as she kissed him passionately on the lips, holding the kiss long, finally breaking it with a sigh,
"Y-yeah hun. I was just dreaming about how we met." She spaced a bit as she saw the images in her head, playing in her head like new even though it was a couple years old. Daemion sat next to his mate on the bed, placing a massive arm around her protectively. He rubbed her shoulder and nuzzled with her, resulting in murring from the both of them.
"I know it still haunts you, sweets. I wish I could just make that all go away, like it never ever happened." Coyotka rolled her mates comment over in her brain a few times, then answered with a kiss on his lips,
"No, not that, there is one thing that came out of that that would make me do it again and again." Daemion was shocked to say the least,
"What could that be? I could never imagine..." He was hushed by his mate's hand going under the bath towel around his waist. His coyote mate nuzzled her head against his, the one on his shoulders.
"I met you..." Daemion's heart fluttered. He was the luckiest man who ever lived; they had been together ever since that day, that was over two yeas ago. They lived under the same roof and they shared the same bed, as well as wearing the same ring. The coyote whom he so loved was stroking at Daemion's balls and sheath, coaxing his endowment out of it's fuzzy protector like a snake charmer would a king cobra.
"H-honey..." Daemion gasped.
"Yes love?" Coyotka asked seductively, taking her mates massive length and girth into her paw and began to stroke it.
"Uh- um... i-is this a good idea... with your brother coming over and all?" Coyotka didn't stop stroking, only slowed so she could think. Her answer came so smooth it almost caused Daemion to do the same, but much harder,
"Bah," She started, undoing he tower around her man's waist, "He wanted to come over to meet his new brother-in-law. He shouldn't mind catching us making him an uncle..." Daemion couldn't argue with that, even if he wanted to. He and his lover eased themselves under the covers of the bed; they began with passionate kissing, their tongues engaging in an intricate dance. Running his rough hands over Coyotka's body gently, Daemion murred as he felt her stroking his rock hard sex, one that could put most equine to shame, Coyotka giggled as she heard him moan into her muzzle.
"I think my Marine likes this..." She said the understatement of the millennia. Daemion was in a haze of love, rubbing and squeezing his mate's breasts. He broke the kiss and simply nodded. Coyotka was beneath him, rubbing her smoldering hot sex against the underside of her lover's massive endowment, definitely the best of his blessings. The wolf's cock was proportionate to the rest of him; it was about twelve to thirteen inches long and had a girth equal Coyotka's forearm.
"Love, you sure you want this? You know that once I tie that there is no turning back." Daemion said to his mate, licking her on the tip of the nose. She just giggled and did the same,
"I am a big girl, sweetie. I can make my own decisions." With that, she and Daemion worked together to coax the large wolfhood into Coyotka's hot, tight, and ever wanting opening. She gasped as the head of the lupine pride squeezed it's head into her. Slowly but surely, Daemion slipped himself into his love, the heat from within her was more than any summer he spent in Iraq. Continuing his easy pace, he finally hilted just as he felt his head bump Coyotka's cervix, the both gasped in extacy.
"A-a perfect fit." Coyotka laughed through gasps. Daemion didn't respond with words, just a deep and loving kiss on his mate's soft and sleek muzzle as he began to move his hips forward and backward. Daemion went from head to hilt at a steady pace, the last thing he wanted to do was ravage his love like those wicked me did those years ago.
Coyotka and Daemion slowly switched positions. Daemion was sitting on the foot of the bed with his lover's back against his chest, bouncing her up and down on the steel hard, meat rod that was so deep inside her. The both moved in harmony, their actions in total synchronization. They moaned and murred, the bed creaked beneath them, they were so into each other they remained oblivious of the front door downstairs opening.
The muscles within Coyotka's tight passage moved in wave-like motions, coaxing the male within her to release himself and fill her. She moaned and let out a howl as she climaxed, clear fluid dribbling down over Daemion's throbbing cock. The Marine was not far behind her, he could feel the tingling and burning sensation of his seed climbing up his urethra. Reaching down with one hand, he began to rub Coyotka's clit in circular motions, causing her to moan again and again.
The wolf could feel it, his release seeming to claw at hit head from the inside, demanding to be let loose. Wrapping his massive arms around his love, he gave one last plunge into her, hilting himself and his head pounding her cervix one last time. In beautiful unison, the two canine lovers howled to the ceiling; hot and fertile male wolf essence flowed into Coyotka's womb, filling it within moments. He was far from done, the cum began to overflow and spurt out of the seams in between Daemion's cock and Coyotka's pussy, the opaque white fluid coating their laps in the fertile substance.
The door to their room opened, a male coyote that looked just like Coyotka walked in on them,
"Hey Dame, hey Coyaaaaaaah!" Coyotek had walked in on them, catching the three of them by surprise. Daemion lost his balance on the foot of the bed and fell forward, pinning Coyotka beneath him as he still finished his release. Beneath them, a white puddle formed in between their legs. They all stayed there for a moment, no one moving or speaking, Daemion and Coyotka just panting heavily. After a short while Daemion stood up and helped up his mate, some of the white seed beginning to dribble down her legs.
"Hey Coyotek," Daemion said. The male coyote just kind of stood there, his muzzle agape and his eyes larger than saucers behind his glasses. "Ummm... well shit, how do I say this..." Coyotek spoke slowly, not blinking,
"Say what...?" He said, near monotone. Coyotka and Daemion spoke in unison, figuring 'ah, what the hell.'
"Congratulations brother, you're going to be an uncle." Coyotek heard this and felt light headed, fainting and falling to the ground with a heavy thud. His twin sister waved her hand in front of his face ad snapped her fingers a few times, he was out cold,
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Coyotka asked her mate. He responded with a wicked laugh as he ran down the stairs,
"Yeah, I'll grab the sharpie pens." Coyotka and Daemion both though that Coyotek needed a moustache, so they were going to give him one while he was asleep, along with a complimentary monocle, sharpies are always so useful when someone had passed out.
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(Now you can use your imagination on why Coyotek wears glasses... you would too if you walked in on that. You would be lucky to not be blind.)
Hope you all enjoyed.
For Coyotek, because he has made so many boner-ific artsies for us
And for Coyotek's Story Contest. Enjoy and comment, I probably won't continue this story, but if you lot nag me enough, who knows