Taken
Dedicated to: Toumal. Without the courage to make and operate Yiffstar this story would have never been written. Thank you.
Sweat dripped off his face in rivulets as he panted hard with the exertion. His arms burned with the effort of turning the hard baked soil for planting. He shook himself and trudged on, using the sharp point of a large metal hook to stab at the parched earth before laying it bear allowing him to drop a few seeds down into the broken ground. The work was monotonous and back breaking. It took hours to do this lonely, dirty job but to survive here on this windswept desert all here had to tend to their own farms. His body ached from the effort and was covered in a fine dusting of windblown silt, collecting in his fur turning the once handsome collage of colors, with shades of browns, tans, silvers and grays, into a rather ugly shade of brown. His face was damp from perspiration, allowing the silt to turn a sticky mud that stuck to his fur, giving his face a rather rugged and spiky appearance. The backs of his paws were wet and sticky with mud from the constant need to clear his eyes of the stuff as he worked his way slowly down the field planting seeds, his mind unfocused, in a blurry state unable to form any conscience thoughts as he mechanically went about his work.
After what seemed like an eternity he came to the end of the row, his paws blistered and red from the rough work. He dropped his hooking tool to the ground and let the bag of seeds slip from his back before stumbling over to a large wooden bowl that held his water for the day. Greedily he grasped it in his paws eager to quench his thirst. He grumbled to himself softly as he paused to look at his reflection in the silvery pool of water. His deep blue eyes were bloodshot from the constant stream of sand and grit that filled the air. Both of his large canine ears were lined with a layer of dirt which he tried and failed to flick off with a stray paw before giving up and lifting the bowl to his lips taking his first long drink. He tried to drink slowly, knowing he must ration himself, but after a few long fast gulps he forced himself to set the bowl down.
Crack!
"What the..." The canine said to himself spinning around. There was nothing out here but himself, nothing but the dirt, sun, and wind. All of his people were miles off tending their own farms. But someone was here. His eyes focused on his hook-shaped tool which had been kicked at least six inches leaving a long scrap in the dirt. He crouched lower and stared directly at that spot seeing nothing. It appeared, to his eyes, as if the air directly above the wooden handle of the hook was shimmering slightly. His eyes darted over the spot trying to focus on something, anything, but only the shimmering air was visible. After a few long seconds he stood slowly and wearily before making his way over to the spot with an outstretched paw. Gingerly and taking great care he reached to touch the shimmery spot but the moment he made contact with it, his vision started to fade alarmingly. He couldn't seem to understand the problem as he backed away, his eyesight starting to fade more and more until he had gone completely blind. His feet still back peddling until his right foot found the large wooden bowl sending him sprawling to the ground, his mind starting to spin and swirl around him leaving him utterly confused and somewhat scared. Finally, with a soft grunt and a few muscles spasms his body lay still, his eyes slowly closed and his mind left him, leaving him unconscious under the bright sun. For Bill the coyote had been taken.
Bill awoke slowly to the soft sound of metal clinking. It seemed to be originating somewhere by his feet. He couldn't think of anything in his little wooden house that could even possibly make such a noise. So he was feeling quite perplexed as he opened his eyes to be treated with the sight of a metal room instead of his cozy cottage. His heart beat rapidly increasing until it was thundering in his chest at seeing this new unknown surrounding. What happened? The last thing he could remember was passing out, from what he supposed was heat exhaustion, to waking up lying on the floor of this sterile metal room. The coyote stood up, trying to preparing himself for whatever was to come next. Which he figured must be an attack of some kind. He moved closer to the walls of his room and tapped his paw gently on the metal, unaccustomed to this new material, the cold surface looking dull and sterile in his eyes. He followed the wall around the room to the only opening, a door about ten feet tall and five feet wide which was guarded by thick metal bars in a high tech version of a portcullis. Whatever was beyond he couldn't see as the mysteries beyond the door were shrouded in inky darkness, denying him a view of anything beyond his small room. His fingers touched the metal bars of the door and were severely punished with a sudden high powered electrical shock sending him scampering back to the far wall away from the painful door. He looked to his fingers glad to see there was no damage but wondering what demons lurked in such a place.
Several minutes later the large door, seemingly on its own accord, slid open with a soft whirr. Lights flickered on to reveal a corridor bathed in a soft blue welcoming light. It almost seemed to him to be beckoning him forward. Carefully and slowly he inched forward before stepping through the open door quickly, half expecting to receive another shock or to be cleaved in two by the descending door. Glad to see neither of his predications occurring he took a long slow breath and moved farther down the hall. The walls of the hall still a shiny dull metal with no openings or any signs of life. Finally after a few turns and twists in the passage Bill came to a door with some strange markings on it ‘SHOWER'. He brushed his paws over the meaningless symbols before stepping into the room to be instantly sealed in, the door closing and locking behind him. His paws extended out to touch the door but immediately dropped to his side as he thought of the last door he had to deal with. Bill turned and made his way to the center of the room, small jets appearing on the ceiling spraying torrents of warm water onto him, cleaning his fur and body of the grit and mud from earlier. At first he was shocked to see rain fall from the ceiling but felt himself adjust to it rather quickly as the warm water felt heavenly against his tired body, reviving him some. He shook himself trying not to feel too relaxed as he was buffeted around under the strong jets of water leaving his fur wet and dripping but ultimately clean. The water shut off as quickly as it had started leaving the air in the small room humid and warm. An artificially dry wind began to roar through previously unseen slits in the walls, growing faster and faster until his entire body was almost being pushed back with the force of it. Amazingly the direction of the air stream began to change, streaming in from different sides of the room drying his body from all angles as he let himself enjoy the drying, before it too shut off and a smallish door opened leading out into a long corridor.
Getting a bit more used to this procedure and feeling a bit more adventurous after the shower Bill moved through the small door and down a twisting corridor before he was met face to face with one of the most shocking scenes of his young adult life. Directly in front of his eyes was a furred creature strapped to what looked like a giant X. She was very exotic looking her ears being smallish and perky, covered in a downy white spotted fur. Long dainty looking whiskers arced delicately away from her nose that bounced gently as she stared at the floor. Her body was of two tones, her stomach, forearms, and thighs were all a creamy white, while her shoulders, face, legs and arms were all darker brown. She was in excellent physical shape, her muscles very apparent under her well groomed and clean fur. Bill had never seen a feline before, but was awestruck from her exotic beauty. What was so shocking was the fact that she was completely naked before his eyes. Her legs stretched wide revealing her pink opening and tailhole to his wandering eyes. He tried to keep his eyes focused on her face as he moved closer to her, wondering if she, like him, was a prisoner in this place.
Accompanied by a loud buzz and a sudden whoosh, a metal machine dropped out of the ceiling behind Bill. His shocked expression grew even more apparent as he back away from this new menace. It was brandishing a wicked looking metal fork which sparked with arcs of electricity. Now Bill was more shocked and confused than ever. He felt trapped between this new demon and the girl behind him. It started moving slowly toward him brandishing its weapon threateningly, until a large screen located in the middle of its metal body flickered to life. A small clip appeared of two poorly drawn creatures, one almost looked like him but the cartoon girl strapped down to the big X was unmistakable. He watch fixated as his own cartoon self slap the girl hard and start to rape her roughly. His cheeks grew pale at the lewd cartoon, his paws holding themselves in a defiant gesture as he backed away from the machine slowly his head shaking in denial. He took a quick look at the feline and was stunned to see her soft green eyes, red from crying, were gazing at him unblinking, as if pleading with him for help. It was almost too much and he turned to face the machine, his mind decided on what he must do. He would not touch her.
The machine again moved closer, its electric wand arcing loudly with the zaps of electrical discharge, its machine body closing the distance slowly. Bill was forced to back up until he was in between the legs of the feline, staring down the demon-like machine. Finally, he couldn't move any farther away from the sparking metal tip, as it moved closer and closer to his stomach until... contact.
His vision went white with pain, his entire body seizing up, and his muscles locked in a violent spasm causing Bill to crash hard to the ground, his teeth shattering with the shock. Everything hurt, his body pounded with the pain. He didn't want to move, just to lie there indefinitely and recover from the pain. A quick jet of water, from the robot, brought him back to reality his eyes opening on a sideways view of the room as he moved to get to his feet again. That was one experience he did not want to repeat again. He could almost feel the touch of death when he passed out, a few more shocks like that and he probably wouldn't wake up again.
Bill looked at the screen again the same animation played of him raping the girl, instead this time the screen pulsed a menacing red, the electric arm up and arcing again. His expression was replaced with one of defeat as he turned and faced the girl accepting his fate. Her beautiful and expressive eyes were on him again causing his heart to sink lower. His rump could feel the heat of the electric probe behind him, urging him to get started. Bill found that he couldn't break the gaze with the girl as he leaned in slowly his paw finding her hip first, gently touching her. He wasn't surprised to find that her fur was indeed as soft as it looked as he paused to caress her there tenderly. Bill continued forward keeping his soft blue eyes locked to hers as he kissed her gently, his lips finding hers warm and inviting as they experienced there first kiss. He wasn't surprised to see that she was shying away from his touch and his kiss, but he couldn't see any other option so he pressed on, his body moving closer to hers, his tongue slipping from between his lips and gently lapping at her own. Shockingly her lips parted slowly allowing him to slip his tongue gingerly into her warm muzzle, her own lively tongue battling against his as the kiss grew more and more passionate. His paws rubbed the warm fur on her tummy gently as he kissed her, his tongue exploring every crevice it could reach.
Finally, his lungs burning for air, he broke the kiss letting his tongue slip from her lips as he took a few long gasps of cool air. He looked down and was surprised to see a faint smile on her lips as both of her eyes remained closed, her features looking almost peaceful. He didn't stare long though, his lips finding hers again kissing and sucking her tongue into his mouth, before suckling gently on the tip. Bill's free paws slipped over her tummy seeming to be exploring on their own, moving to her soft breasts, rubbing her hard nipples passionately. He felt her breath start to grow faster as he squeezed and rubbed both nipples, holding the kiss as long as possible.
This time it was the feline that broke the kiss, her eyes bright with a sense of adventure and lust as she moaned quietly under him. Bill was surprised to see her change of attitude toward him, he thought that just maybe, she knew that they were both in a sticky situation and needed to make the best of it. Whatever the reason, Bill kissed both corners of her lips before moving slowly down her face, giving both her cheeks long kisses followed by a lick to her chin. His teeth nipped gently along her jaw as he slid his tongue through her downy soft fur to meet the rise in her breasts. His hands slipping off her breasts as his pink tongue slowly licked at her right nipple. Bill let his tongue play over the soft skin of her areola before he suckled gently, slipping the nipple into his mouth as his left paw rubbed her other breast slowly in sync with his tongue. He could hear her heart beat and her soft breaths as she shuddered under his suckling, all but moaning passionately as he switched nipples using his teeth to nip at her sensitive pink skin.
Finally, with one last kiss he moved farther down, sliding to his knees as he came face to face with her spread pink slit. Her legs were stretched wide from the X-frame making it was easy to see the signs of her arousal, from her extended clitoris to the damp folds of her sex. He didn't wait long, before dipping his tongue into her cleft tasting her sweet juices for the first time. The warm taste he found there urged him on. His licks growing deeper and deeper, letting his tongue find its way deep into her warm sex. His tongue slipped away from her opening to her clitoris, licking a slow circle around the tiny sensitive bud, teasing her mercilessly causing her to moan softly under her loud pants. Finally, he licked directly over the tiny organ sending tingling electrical shocks of pleasure up her spine as his tongue massaged her most sensitive spot. The coyote then moved to take her clit between his lips gently, brushing his tongue across the surface as he applied a gentle suction, feeling her body spasm hard in her first orgasm. He couldn't help grin to himself as she shook under his skilled touch, her body writhing under his for a few long moments. Bill gave her wet sex one final loving kiss and moved back up her body, his hard organ ready to take her as his mate.
Her lips eagerly found his, her neck stretching toward his, bound though she was. He eagerly kissed back, his muzzle wet from her juices, which she seemed to not mind in the least as she suckled passionately on his tongue, his cock rubbing slowly on the outside of her hot labia. Bill paused momentarily lining his erection up to her opening before looking deep into her warm sparkling eyes. Time seemed to run in an infinite loop for a long few seconds as his lips connected with hers again at the same moment he pushed into her.
The feline groaned and gasped at the sudden shock of entry, his erection spearing through the small flap of skin that, moments ago was her virginity. She squeezed her fingers tight holding him close, the feline's claws scratching him innocently leaving trails in his fur. The shocks of pain began to slowly ebb away. The coyote on top of her started to thrust into her gently, what was left of the pain was being slowly replaced by pleasure.
Her body demanded and received this creature's hot pulsating organ. She moaned louder, letting him know that she could take him fully. As if they shared a telepathic link he picked up his pace, his eyes closed, their noses brushing as he pounded her sex. Her eyes remained open and wide, gazing at the hard features of her first lover. She found him handsome and sexy in a very different way. His strong, masculine, canine features almost reminded her of other felines but she felt attracted to him none the less. The coyote began to pick up his pace even faster, his knot, unbeknownst to her started to form at the very base of his canine cock. It started to pop in and out of her soft opening causing extra jolts of pleasure as it stretched past her clitoris. This didn't last long, his knot growing wider then her opening and with one last mighty shove he tied himself to her. His hips began moving on autopilot, jack hammering into her at a fantastic rate. The feline's world seemed to shrink as an almost never ending orgasm filled her body and took her breath away. The only thing in her mind was the pleasure being lavished on her by her lover.
Bill's orgasm was raising steadily, his hips moving at a tremendous speed. Finally, he reached his peak, his vision blurred as he slammed his erection as hard as he could into her spilling his seed deep in to her body. Spurt after spurt of his hot cum shot deep into the feline. Bill's eyes closing as he lifted his head to the ceiling and let out a long yipping coyote-ish howl at the top of his lungs before collapsing on top of his lover, his breaths coming in long gasping breaths. He rested there, utterly drained, his muzzle buried in the neck of the beautiful creature below him. Finally, he lifted his head to look into her eyes again, kissing her gently, his paws holding her close.
"What's your name?" Bill asked quietly his breath still coming in shallow pants.
The feline girl had no idea what he was saying or asking her, these strange sounds escaping from his lips sounding nothing like her own dialect. "Who are you?" She whispered, knowing that communication at this point was going to be rather futile.
Bill shook his head slightly not knowing what she asked or the words she spoke, but her voice danced through his ears as if he was listening to the prettiest music played at the annual summer festival. He felt his cock twitch slightly, still being buried deep in her vaginal canal. He simply smiled at her nuzzling her cheek again.
The robot behind Bill beeped loudly as it seemed to realize that the act of coitus had been completed to a satisfactory level. It nudged the coyote with its electrode giving him a light shock of encouragement to dismount the female. Both the feline and canine let out bark and a meow of pain as the racing electricity had traveled through their union and into the female's body. He looked back at the robot confused; he was still tied to the female and needed at least a few minutes to let his organ shrink. The robot would have no waiting, and shocked the pair again more painfully this time. Its knowledge not complete enough to understand the concept of a knot or tying to a female.
The coyote looked at the female futilely making a few tugs on his cock, still tied to her. "I'm afraid that the only way I'll be able to slip out is if you squeeze me enough so I'll shrink enough to slip out." He said, knowing that his words were meaningless to her. Thankfully, she seemed to understand his meaning and tightened her vaginal muscles around him, eliciting a gasp and a moan from him. Bill gave a good solid pull and he freed himself from her. The exiting of his red erection opened a small dam, as the fluids from their lust filled mating began to drip onto the floor between them. The feline's opening looked a little swollen and red but none the worse for the wear.
Bill reached up to caress her cheek but the robot seemed to think enough was enough and jabbed the electrode into the coyote's side painfully, before delivering the maximum voltage. Bill simply dropped completely unconscious to the floor, his body slightly twitching from the electricity. Using a small metal lasso around the unconscious coyote's foot, the robot began to drag his body across the floor to the exit.
The feline struggled against her bonds seeing such rough treatment of her lover. "Oh gods, stop that leave him alone!" She yelled, but the robot having no conscience took no notice of her plea, following its programmed duties. It was heartbreaking to her as she saw his limp body dragged over the floor like a piece of garbage. She felt for this creature that had treated her so heroically. She wondered what would become of her and of him. The feline let her head fall back before closing her eyes, tears forming and slowly dripping down her cheeks as she wept for her home and for the coyote, whom for all she knew could be gone forever, and she didn't even know his name.