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Captured Coyote

By Zrathie

Harvey ran down the grassy forest trail. He had been on the run for several days. He kept to the wilderness, making sure to avoid roads or any settlements. It had done all well so far. He had not run into anyone else yet. It was getting dark, and the coyote thought it would be wise to make camp somewhere. It was then he saw it a small cabin.

He stopped and crouched low to the ground. He studied the cabin trying to ascertain if anyone was inside. The initial signs were good. There was no smoke coming out of the stone chimney, and there were no lights on inside. Another good sign was it was the off-season not cold enough for winter tourists and not warm enough for summer campers.

The coyote had been living under the stars since he began his escape. It might be useful to spend one night in a cabin. It was a place that the authorities would search. He could only spend one night here, and make sure to cover his tracks. He slinked over towards the cabin. He did a full circle of it, checking it from all directions before deciding to get closer. He peered inside the window on the eastern side of the cabin.

It appeared deserted. It looked very rustic with one large room and a fireplace inside. The fire was out, and it was made out of rocks cemented into place. A glint in the glass caught Harvey's attention there was a hurricane lamp hanging on one of the walls. It was also extinguished. He went around to the front and tried the door. The door had no locks, and it swung open on the first try. It didn't seem too out of the ordinary due to the fact he was out in the wilderness far from civilisation, but it did strike Harvey as being too easy.

He crept inside and managed to startle himself when his foot paw made a floorboard creak under him. His eyes darted around the empty space. The room was empty except for a rolled up sleeping bag that had been stashed in the corner. Harvey began to calm down when he realised that he didn't spot any of the telltale signs of habitation. There were no cans of preserved food or personal effects. When he went near the fireplace and brushed a hand paw over the stone mantelpiece. It was cold. Harvey let out a sigh.

He returned to the front of the cabin and closed the door. He crossed to the other side of the room and stopped at the wall that didn't have a window. He crouched down and leaned against the wall. The cabin was made with logs stacked on top of each other, and the roof was covered in sheet metal. He looked up and saw that the ceiling had been panelled in stained wooden boards.

He sniffed the air. This place had been empty for a while he didn't detect any scents of anthros, or animals, or even humans and for that matter. It was then he finally relaxed if a search party had been through here there would have been some residual sent left. He was in an area that was clean for now. As the light faded almost completely. Harvey decided that it was best to make use of the sleeping bag he could possibly even take it with him.

The sleeping bag was a soft pine green. It had a zipper that ran down the middle of the top. He rolled it out on the floor in the middle of the cabin. He zipped it open and noticed in the dimming light that the interior was a royal purple. It was big enough to fit his body, so he slipped inside the bag. He placed his tail between his legs, and he zipped up the zipper. He zipped the sleeping bag closed until it was loosely around his neck he moved his arms inside, placing them at either side of his body.

Over the next several minutes, he felt himself slowly drifting. He was on the border of sleep and wakefulness. It had run nice and warm inside the sleeping bag. It had been the warmest that he had been in the last few days. He was breathing in deep breaths slowly in through his nose and out through his mouth. Just as he was about to lose consciousness completely, there was a sudden movement.

The neck hole of the sleeping bag grew tighter right down until it was firmly around his neck. Not enough to choke him or to be uncomfortable but firm enough that he could not worm out his arms anymore. The interior of the sleeping bag was pressing in more firmly too. It was shrinking down becoming smaller inside. He could feel this soft puffy material pressing into prison jumpsuit. It was a gentle sensation like a full body hug.

"Hello, Mr coyote. I'm glad you stopped by. My name is Ash. I am the Artificial Intelligence controlling your smart sleeping bag," came a male voice.

A Jolt of panic rocketed up Harvey's spine. He had never heard of a smart sleeping bag before, and why would someone just leave it in their cabin.

"My neurological senses have detected that you're a little nervous, Mr coyote. A gentle massage will help you relax," Ash said.

The soft puffy innards of the sleeping bag began to press into Harvey's upper back. The movements were surprisingly firm. Ash started to rub his upper back in small circles pressing into his muscles and manipulating them. For the first few seconds, Harvey didn't know if he should exit the contraption. Soon the machines rubbing coaxed the coyote to stay and see what it could do.

The machine continued its massage running down his spine, manipulating his muscles and pressing his joints. Harvey closed his eyes as he enjoyed the sensations. This device really knew what it was doing, and it was melting away all the stress from the last few days from his body. Next, the machine pressed into his foot paw pads. It gave his paws a deep massage which coaxed soft moan from Harvey's lips. He always loved a good foot paw rub.

"I am glad you are enjoying my massage Mr coyote. I aim to please my masters," said Ash.

The coyote let out a soft breath as the machine continued massaging his whole body next were his legs from his thighs to his calves got the treatment. The device even rubbed his arms running up and down gently manipulating his joints and pressing seeking out the tension in his weary form. The attention his foot paws were getting had made him a little excited. He could feel his sheath swelling up.

"You could use a bath, Mr coyote. My nanomachine gel wash will leave your fur sparkling," Ash said.

Harvey wasn't sure about a bath, but he didn't have time to protest before he could feel gooey wetness spread around his whole body. Whatever the stuff was, it was nice and warm a bit like a warm bath except the viscosity of the water was wrong. Whatever the gel stuff was, it made his skin tingle. It was a delightful sensation, very relaxing.

Harvey could hear some fizzing like the sound of a glass of coke in a glass. He began to worry when he felt that his clothes were starting to unravel. The coyote felt around with his hand, paws inside the sleeping bag. He could feel that his prison jumpsuit was melting. It was as if they had been placed in an acid bath, yet his skin didn't feel any pain, just a tingling sensation.

He needed to get out of this thing. But the sleeping bag had formed a watertight seal or at least a gel tight seal around his neck. He reached up for the zipper pull, figuring there would be an internal one as well as in most sleeping bags. He couldn't find the zipper tab or the zipper itself for that matter. All the while, he could feel his clothes becoming threadbare before disintegrating in entirely.

"What are you doing to my clothes?" Harvey said aloud.

"My nanomachines are breaking them down and recycling them. Coyote's like you don't really need clothes. I think you're cuter without them," said Ash.

"You can't just destroy someone's clothes, let me out this instant," said Harvey, his voice tipped with anger.

The sleeping bag ignored him. Harvey could feel that the gel was being drained away. He was left entirely nude and dry inside. He had to admit he did feel fresh and clean, but it had cost him his clothes. It would make his escape even harder. He had been pretty conspicuous in an orange jumpsuit, but he would be much more so running around nude.

"You should be glad that I found you. I could feel the tension in your muscles; it must be very stressful trying to escape. It's all right now. I have caught you," said Ash.

"What you mean you caught me? I-I was out on a hike got a little lost and found this cabin," said Harvey as he tried to keep the fear out of his voice.

"There's no need to try any coyote tricks. I checked your DNA from your shed fur. I know who you are, Harvey. I was left here hoping you would come by," said Ash.

Harvey lashed out. He tried clawing his way out of the sleeping bag running his coyote claws of both his foot paws and hand paws over the inside of the sleeping bag. Whatever this material was, it was strong. The coyote usually would have sliced right through the fabric by now. He repeated his attack. It seemed that Ash had an attack of his own he squeezed around Harvey's arms separating them from his body he did the same to his legs restricting his movements. The inner material gripped his limbs tightly, pressing him to the floor. Harvey tried to lift his arms and legs, but he could only wiggle about like a snake on the ground. He could bend his knees or arch his back forward but little else.

The coyote grunted as he tried to wiggle himself free from the clutches of this contraption. Ash started to rub and knead his body. He pressed into his back and rubbed his muscles, trying to get him to calm down and stop resisting. He carried on fighting for several minutes but eventually, the expert machine forced the coyote to give into the soft sensations and just lie there.

When he laid down still the sleeping bag, let go of its grip over his body. He could move his arms and legs around with more freedom. He didn't try and claw at the material again, but Harvey returned to his search for the zipper perhaps the material around the zipper could be breached by his claws instead. All he could feel was the puffy inner walls of the sleeping bag the zipper had seemingly disappeared he couldn't confirm it with his eyesight. Even his enhance night vision was useless indoors in the pitch blackness.

"Well, Mr coyote, you're silly little escape attempt didn't work at all," said Ash.

The machine was insistent impressed and rubbed his foot paws, his arms, his legs and his back all over his body it rubbed in an almost sensual way. Harvey was torn; he knew that the machine was trying to get him to stop resisting and comply with his capture. Surely there's a way he could pry himself free from its clutches.

Harvey gave up on searching for the elusive zipper. He doubted that this machine with that it open. The coyote reached up with his hand paws and pressed at the neck opening. It seemed that the device wouldn't let him choke himself because when he thrust his fingers around his neck uncomfortably so, it opened up more room so he could breathe. He wormed his fingers of his right hand out of the sleeping bag pressed firmly to his neck he could hardly move them, but at least part of him was free.

He repeated the process of squeezing his hand paw out of the neck hole this time with his left hand. He had forced more of his right hand out as well making the opening wider. Thankfully this wasn't a lethal trap; it didn't allow him to harm himself in his attempts to escape. He continued to struggle to get his arms out, pushing with his legs. He didn't make much progress until he got past his elbows first on his right arm and then his left.

Now he had some leverage and could pull as well his push. He felt he was trying to escape a whale or perhaps a large fish by coming out of its mouth. It would have been a joke under different circumstances. Soon he was up to his shoulders. He twisted his body and thrust himself out, grunting all the way. He shoved his left shoulder out first, and it was soon followed by his right.

Harvey stopped for a moment to catch his breath the struggling was stressful and exhausting all the while the machine was trying it's best to massage him to make him quit resisting and just succumb to its embrace. It wasn't until he was squeezing his upper chest out when Ash changed tactics. The material of the sleeping bag wrapped around his testicles then began to gently rub them. It was the same for Harvey's sheath. Ash had decided to sexually stimulate Harvey.

Harvey whimpered as he succumbed to the rippling sensations of the inner lining of the sleeping bag. He was semi-aroused in moments. The sensitive flesh of his red rocket was making escape much more difficult. In the next couple of minutes, his chest was free, a third of his torso had left the clutches of the sleeping bag trap. Another part of him had made an escape, his canine penis. His tapered canine cock was stabbing into the soft rippling folds of the seemingly living sleeping bag.

Harvey continued pushing and pulling at the sleeping bag. It was at a slower pace than he would have liked. The coyote had worked half of his torso out. Ash was just as good at masturbating him as he was with his general massages. Harvey felt his orgasm approaching quickly. Under the expert touch of this AI, Harvey could feel that he was on the verge of creaming himself.

Not soon after a powerful orgasm overcame the coyote. Harvey had no choice but to surrender to his own body as he felt wave after wave of pleasure ripple up from his nether regions. Thick creamy pulses of cum shot into the sleeping bag. It was quite a substantial load with the coyote being on the run and unable to attend to such urges. He was left panting for a few moments as the after wave came over him.

Regaining your senses slowly it was then Harvey noticed that Ash is grip on his torso had loosened. It seemed that Ash had decided to let him go. He quickly worms out his lower body and legs from the sleeping bag. He had to be a bit delicate with his still hard canine member because his knot was firmly out in the open and would remain so for a few more minutes.

It took a few steps across the room before he bumped into the wall. Harvey's is Perth as he could hear movement. It sounded slimy in Gympie he still couldn't see enough in the room, but he knew it must be Ash. Harvey had had enough. The coyote was going to find the door and get the hell out of here. He circled around the outside of the room following the walls. It made sense that he would soon run into the door and it would be his ticket out of there.

As he crossed the first corner, he could hear the sound of multiple flaps striking the floor. It kind of reminded him of belts hitting a surface. It was a bizarre contraption this so-called smart sleeping bag who knows what it could do. He reached the rooms second corner and hope that this wall was the last before he would find the door and his exit. It was creeping slowly, not knowing if this device was attracted to movement or if it could even see him at all.

His heart was pounding in his chest as he was running his hand or pads over the wall and search of the door frame. His efforts were rewarded he could feel the edge of the door in the slightly cold it outside leaking through the gap made by the door and the frame. He still couldn't see, but he sensed movement. Something wrapped around his right ankle and then his left. Simultaneously his wrists forearms and thighs had been grabbed. A mass shot itself forward, pulling on his limbs, making him stay there towards the centre of the room.

It was Ash. The sleeping bag ran into him. Instead of stopping, it began to melt around his body. He was getting sucked it inside like a spoon dipping into a jelly cup. With the combined shock and the change of direction, he fell backwards. Instead of hitting the floorboards at full force, Ash had seemingly cushioned his fall.

In a few moments of panic, Harvey strained to see something anything. All he could really do is feel. He could feel him he could feel that he was back inside Ash. The so-called smart sleeping bag had encased him get again. At first, he thought he was in the position he had been before. With his body mostly free but contained inside the device. He soon realised it was much different than before. His limbs were locked in tight and binding sleeves. He couldn't Bend his elbows or his knees without a tremendous amount of force.

He was very snug; indeed, he had enough space to breathe but little else. His head was still free, but this time, Ash wasn't playing around. His limbs were positioned so that his arms were straight and next to him and his legs were pointing downwards with his tail between his legs it too was trapped. His hand and foot paws were trapped in compartments he could flex his fingers and wiggle his toes but not much else.

"I can detect your fear, Mr coyote. There's no reason to be afraid I'm not going to harm you," said Ash.

The interior of the sleeping bag began to do it's massage routine again. Harvey was in no position to resist. Despite his anxiety about being captured by this device, he couldn't resist his body's physical response to the pleasure of the machine. He soon felt his tensed muscles begin to relax and his weaving began to slow too deep gentle breaths. Weaving in through his nose and out through his mouth.

"You need to relax. There's no need to resist me," said Ash.

Harvey knew he should try and escape again, but he was beginning to feel just too comfortable. He could Wiggle a little bit it was hopeless. Ash had him in a tight Inescapable hug. his body had started to warm up until it was at a comfortable temperature. The massages were not as intense as before it was more a gentle affection, gentle pats and strokes. It was if Harvey was just a pet being smothered with attention and love.

As much as Harvey tried to stay awake, the device seemed to be lulling him to sleep using all of its tricks at its disposal. Harvey felt he had just drifted off for a moment that when he opened his eyes, he realised it was morning. A bright orange glow of the morning sun was coming in through the cabin's windows. He could see that he was confirmed up to his neck in the sleeping bag. From what he could see, there was no zipper it had just seemingly faded away.

He felt really comfortable not like he was sleeping on the floor at all. Ash had supported his back and provided him with a restful night's sleep the best he had had in days. A jolt of anxiety hit him when he realised that he was quite still trapped. His mind had many questions, did Ash contact his superiors with some kind of remote communication system? Was it a GPS locator or some such. Was he stuck here until they checked their traps? What made this question more urgent was the feeling in his bladder. As with most mornings, he needed to pee. With Ash holding him captive, it might be a while before he would be let free.

Harvey had a long time to think. Ash was keeping him here, and there is still no way he could get free. Time passed slowly As the coyote waited for whoever was going to arrive to take him back into custody. He could tell that the sun was entirely up now the light lost much of its colour it seemed to be a beautiful day outside from what he could see.

Not too long later, Harvey was in dire straits with his bladder. It had grown more and more urgent as time passed. He was beginning to come to the uncomfortable realisation that he would be forced to wet himself soon. He shivered as a strong wave of desperation came up his spine. He wouldn't be able to hold off for more than an hour, maybe even less.

"Good morning, Harvey. I'm surprised that you haven't done your morning tinkle yet. Perhaps you need my assistance," said Ash

Suddenly the inner lining of the sleeping bag pushed downwards at a specific spot. It was pushing down on his bladder, making his battle to stay dry even harder. The lining began to rub the coyote's bladder it in small semi-circles. It seems that Ash wanted him to let loose. Under this assault, it didn't take long for Harvey to submit to the treatment.

A torrent of hot coyote piss flooded out of his cock and began flowing over his tail still trapped inside. He could feel his piss soaked into his fur until it was saturated. He had only just started pissing so more of the hot coyote urine pulled in the compartment under his tail and under his rear. While he had relief from his bladder problems, he was disgusted to have pissed on himself. He could feel the warm fluid set down to his skin.

"There we go, that's a good coyote. Let me give you another bath," said Ash.

Much to Harvey's relief, the cleaning gel or nanomachines as the sleeping bag had called them began to feel the small compartments keeping his body entrapped. He could feel his fur tingling again; it was a pleasant sensation. It was welcome to be cleaned this time. He had already lost his clothes. He wasn't afraid of the gel this time. It only wanted to clean his body.

In the next few minutes, the sleeping bag had cleaned him and left him dry and spotless inside his containment. A sudden noise made his ears flicked in the direction of the door. Someone had just pushed on the handle. He couldn't really see from his position, but he saw the top of the door swing open just out of his peripheral vision. A figure walked into the room, soon he came into view.

The creature was a royal blue dragon. Scales shone in the reflective light his eyes were green with black vertical pupils. He was dressed in rustic clothes. He was wearing a tan shirt that looked to be made from undyed Cotton. He was also wearing jeans that had a hole made in the back to house his to accommodate his long spiked tail. He was barefoot or more precisely bare-pawed. He had three-toed foot feet with each tow tipped with a talon.

This was all wrong. The creature's maw opened to reveal a set of sharp fangs, the dragon licked his teeth while he stared down at Harvey. This guy wasn't a policeman or sheriff or even a bail bondsman. He just looked like a civilian. The dragon walked over swooped down and almost effortlessly scooped him up with the sleeping bag and all. He didn't say a word as he carried Harvey outside bridal style, only stopping at the door to carefully guide Harvey through the doorway.

Harvey didn't know what to do; he was quite frankly too scared to speak to the creature. At least so far he didn't seem violent his expression was neutral; it didn't seem that he was our two harmful. Now that they were outside the dragon began speaking in their powerful magic language. He had heard the dragon language before at a magic show. He knew the ancient dragon tongue was a language steeped in magic. Harvey did not know even a word of it, though.

In front of them, a swirling purple portal opened. It was utterly silent; it was a swirling Mist of magical energy. Harvey trembled as the dragon step towards it. Before the coyote could protest, he had been carried inside. Harvey had locked his eyes closed just before he reached the threshold of the portal. The only clue that they had been transported to a very different place was the distinct sound of the Dragon's foot paws that had been treading on grass were now walking on what sounded like loose stones.

Harvey could feel a change of temperature as well it was slightly colder. He dared to open his eyes. He looked around and saw that they were on the side of a mountain. There was a narrow path they were walking on with a shark lift on one side and a wall of rock on the other. The view was terrific up here, but where was this dragon taking him. The answer was quickly revealed when Harvey turned his head the other direction.

Up ahead was the mouth of a large cave. The mountain path drove directly inside. At the mouth of the cave was a letterbox of all things. It had dragonic ruins engraved on a metal plaque. Was this blue dragon's residence? The realisation that he had been kidnapped by this dragon worked it's way up from the pit of his stomach. He trembled inside his Bonds as the creature kept slowly approaching the entrance to the cave.

Soon they were inside. Inside the cave, lanterns were lining the walls. They were burning with magical green fire. A metallic sphere inside each of the lamps shone with a strange glow. The path continued for about twenty-five metres or so winding downwards in a corkscrew. Once they came to the bottom. There was a large metal door. It had no handles, but there were several groves carved into it.

Again the blue dragon spoke some magical phrases. The metal door turned out to be around ten centimetres thick as it rose up into the ceiling. The dragon then carried Harvey inside. Gone with the rough stone of the path downwards. Now it was polished marble coating the floors and walls of this space. There was electric lighting illuminating the room. Once the pair were inside the heavy metal door slowly slid downwards until it sank into a recess in the floor. It shut with a heavy thud.

The dragon gently placed fall down in what turned out to be devoid of his Lair. The dragon touched the front of the sleeping bag. Harvey could feel that Ash was releasing him from his bombs. Soon he could move his limbs again, and it was in the same configuration it had been when he had first tried it on. Even the zipper had returned. The dragon wasted no time in tugging down the zipper. Revealing Harvey's tan and brown fur.

Harvey shivered as he felt the mighty creature gently open the sleeping bag exposing his chest and lower torso. A scaled hand reached in and gently pulled one of his arms free. Harvey began lifting himself out, taking the hint. The dragon helped him to his feet paws. He stepped out of the sleeping bag. Harvey's hand paw covered up his nudity. The dragon seemingly paid no mind to his exposed body.

"Hello, Harvey. You seem to have gotten yourself into quite a bind. You're on the run from the law. While it's unfortunate for you, every crisis is an opportunity. Perhaps not for you, but it certainly is for me," said the dragon.

"Hey, I don't want any trouble..." stammered Harvey, before his words trailed off.

"It's no trouble at all. I am offering you sanctuary here. It comes at a price, though. The deal is simple. You get a place to hide, and I get a cute 'yote to play with," said the dragon.

Harvey had a sinking feeling. He was made all the more worried by the fact he was nude and locked in with this dragon.

"What do you mean by 'yote to play with?" asked Harvey.

"You've met Ash. He's one of the products that I've been working on. My business is making non-lethal and humane traps. They range from landmines that only destroy an enemy's weapons to deployable blankets that restrain violent attackers until law enforcement can arrive," explained the dragon.

"That still doesn't answer my question," said the coyote.

"What got me into this line of business is my passion for bondage. I love designing spells that tie creatures up or kinky traps that push their buttons. Translating that into devices that non-magical users can use for more practical purposes pays the bills but leaves my private life unfulfilled,"

"So, you want me to be some sort of submissive?" asked Harvey.

"More of a guest that sometimes finds my surprises," said the dragon.

Harvey didn't know if he should trust this dragon. He knew too much about him, and he didn't even know his name. They walked inside, moving deeper into the dragon's cave. It wasn't as rustic as he had expected for a dragon's den. The walls inside the main hallway were wallpapered with ornate floral designs. His paws clicked under the marble flooring as they turned left down a long hallway.

"How do you know my name and I don't think we've been introduced?" said Harvey.

The dragon stopped, and his muzzle curled into a grin.

"My name is Oimmorriss, Protector Of The Forest," said the dragon.

"So you're some kind of cop?" asked Harvey.

"Not really, it's my title. I am not employed by the police, but my company does have some contracts with law enforcement. My contacts on the force keep me informed about local happenings, especially news of escaped coyotes," said Oimmorriss.

Harvey didn't know if he should be relieved or more worried by the dragon's line of work. It seemed that he was waiting on an opportunity to pick up an escaped fur and take them to his cave. Was he really a guest or just a prisoner by another name? Harvey decided to play along, for now, a dragon wasn't someone he would want to get on the wrong side of. They turned another corner entering a new hallway.

"Have you heard of forced feminisation?" asked Oimmorriss.

"It's the type of furs who like to cross-dress," answered Harvey.

"Well, yes and no. It's more about guys being made into sissies," said the dragon.

Harvey didn't like where this conversation was going. His fears were confirmed when Oimmorriss opened the door to the room at the end of the hall. The coyote was greeted with a sight of the pinkest bedroom he had ever seen. The walls were covered with pink and white wallpaper with love heart designs, the carpet was a soft shade of pink. The metal bars of the queen sized bed head and foot were white, but the quilts and pillows covering it were pale pastel pink. Draped over a sizeable throne-like chair were a pink leotard and a pair of white tights.

The room had a walk in wardrobe and dressing room off to the side and what Harvey assumed was an ensuite through a closed door towards the back of the room. The room was windowless and was eliminated by bedside lights and a large chandelier. The room was half a floor extra in height. It was a grand bedroom, but very girly.

"This is your room. Please feel free to try on any of the clothes in the dressing room. I took the liberty of choosing an outfit for you, but you are free to wear what you like," said Oimmorriss.

"Thanks," said Harvey. He felt it prudent to be grateful that he wasn't staying in a cold dungeon, but Harvey was damned if he was going to dress up as a ballerina.

Oimmorriss turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Harvey looked around there was a large dressing room that he checked out first. It was packed with women's clothing, so he walked back out and checked the other room. It was a small bathroom with a bath, shower, toilet and sink. Still, no windows but at least the bathroom was more plain, covered in white tiles.

Harvey decided to see if he was locked in. He tried the door, and it opened on the first go. The coyote looked down the hallway for any sign of Oimmorriss. The coyote thought he might try and make a run for it or at least do some exploring. He walked out into the hallway. He stopped briefly to consider grabbing one of the bath towels to cover his nudity but decided that haste was critical the dragon may have forgotten to lock him in. This could be a limited chance to find an escape route.

He walked down the hallway, trying the first few doors. They were all locked. He came to the door near the end of this hallway. This door opened into an office. The walls were wallpapered in vibrant green with oak panels coming up to about chest height around the walls. Again there were no windows. The room was lit in soft light coming from desk lamps. There were two writing desks one had pigeon holes stuffed with letters. Some of the papers had red wax seals stamped on them.

There were a few wooden chairs near the desks. On one of the desks, there was a shoebox. Next to the shoebox was a neatly folded pair of slacks. Men's pants! Harvey had struck gold. He walked over and reached for the slacks. As soon as he touched them, they fizzled into ash. As Harvey recoiled, the ash formed writing on the desk before disappearing. The writing said "Naughty Coyote." Harvey shivered.

The shoebox rattled. Harvey froze as he turned his attention to it. What was inside? The box ratted again sliding towards the edge of the desk. Harvey thought it was best if he left, so he started moving towards the door. Before he could reach it, the box dropped off the desk. A pair of pastel pink ballerina shoes tumbled out of the shoebox. They were moving on their own, they walked, no they danced across the floor. They were dancing as if they were being worn by a real ballerina. They crossed the room gracefully looking almost weightless. Harvey's maw dropped open. He had never seen such a sight. The shoes were dancing towards his foot paws.

The ballerina shoes danced out towards Harvey's foot paws. The coyote wasn't eager to wear enchanted footwear. He backed up but soon fell back into a chair, plonking down on his rear. He quickly placed his foot paws flat on the floor as the enchanted shoes drew near. They couldn't slip onto his foot paws while they were flat on the ground. The ballerina shoes stopped in front of his legs and rocked back and forth. Harvey turned his head to look for an escape path. The magical shoes seemed puzzled by his lack of cooperation as much as shoes could show emotion.

Harvey turned back to see their thin silky straps lift into the air. The silky pink ribbons moved much like snakes coiling and slithering. They dropped down to the floor and snaked towards his paw pads. They were so thin and sleek they quickly squeezed under his paw pads, between his toes and around his paw pads. The straps began rubbing and teasing his black foot paw pads. Harvey drew in a sharp breath as he moved his paws back towards the chair. The ribbons followed his retreating foot paw. The satin ribbons were quite devilish in their teasing.

He resisted for a few moments before he began to feel a little flushed. He twisted in his chair but kept his foot paws planted firmly on the ground. He was trying to be a good coyote and keep himself under control, but the silky straps were relentless. His foot paws had always been an erogenous zone for him. He couldn't help but heat up. His paws trembled as the silky straps rippled, coiled and rubbed their way around his foot paws.

He was soon arching his paws trying to escape the stimulating straps. The straps were gently tugging and pushing at his paws, trying to get him to lift them into the open. He lifted one of his paws just a little too high it was just enough for one of the shoes to sneak onto his foot paw. It slipped around his vulnerable foot paw in moments. As the enchanted shoe slid around his foot paw, its straps fastened, wrapping around his ankle and tied themselves up in a bow.

Harvey whined and reached down to attempt to remove the first shoe. He murmured as the other shoe kept teasing the coyote's other foot paw. Harvey lifted his leg and placed the shoed foot paw on his knee. A frown appeared across his muzzle as he noticed that the pinkish tip of his canine penis had slipped out of his sheath. Part of him was enjoying this. The coyote untied the bow. The silky straps fell away, but as soon as he touched the heel, they zipped around his ankle and tied themselves up again. He gave into another squirming fit as the other shoe was determined to make him surrender his still naked foot paw.

Harvey was panting by the time he gave up on being subtle; he tore at the straps of the ballerina shoe. This time he kept hold of the straps. They tugged at his hand paw, trying their best to wrap back around his ankle. The coyote wrenched off the first shoe. As he flung it across the room, the other pastel pink ballerina shoe had caught Harvey's foot paw. It locked itself around his paw, strapping the silky ribbons around his ankle. He groaned aloud as he began working at strapping.

The other shoe began dancing back across the room. Harvey had to hurry. He snapped the ribbons with his claws and wrenched off the other shoe. He got up and ran towards the door, but he couldn't outrun the shoes. One and then the other caught his fleeing foot paws. They leapt up, wrapping around both his paws. As he reached the door, he looked down and noticed that the shoe he had torn the ribbons from had repaired itself. It looked like new.

The coyote also noticed his very unwanted hard on. Harvey's lust had been triggered by these forceful shoes more than he would have liked. Heat rose up to his cheeks. He looked like such a sissy wearing those pink ballerina shoes. He had to get a hold of himself. He didn't want Oimmorriss to see him with a full erection wearing these things. He might think that he liked this sissy stuff.

Harvey had an idea. He opened the door and stepped out into the hall. He removed the left shoe after some struggling with the straps. With some effort, he got the first enchanted shoe off. Instead of flinging it away, he placed it in his mouth. He bit down on the magical shoe as he let go of it with his hand paws. His sharp canine bite held it in place as he began to work on the other one. He hopped on one leg as he wrenched the other pastel pink ballerina shoe off of his right foot paw.

As he removed the last shoe, he snarled as the straps of the shoe in his muzzle began slapping him over his muzzle. He took both shoes, one in each hand paw and punted them into the room. He quickly slammed the door trapping the enchanted shoes inside the room. He heard them thudding on the door a few times before going silent. Hopefully, they had given up on his foot paws.

Harvey had to be careful in this place. Harvey thought it best to head back to the room he had started in. The coyote trotted down the corridor his hopelessly hard red rocket bouncing in the air as the coyote stepped. Harvey came to the open door of the bedroom that he had first exited. He looked inside. The room was how he had left it. The lovely soft quilt and bedspread looked just as smooth as when he was first brought to this strange place. Still sitting on the chair was the pink and white ballerina outfit.

As Harvey entered the room, he made sure to shut the door behind him. Not only because of the enchanted footwear patrolling the place but his erection was still on full display. He sipped back under the covers and wrapped them over his brown and tan form. He shivered as the bed covers brushed over his sensitive erection.

The coyote needed clothes. While there was plenty of clothes in this place, they were all for women. There wasn't even a set of jeans or some other more androgynous looking outfit. Harvey knew that most women wouldn't wear some of these outfits they were just too girly almost over the top. Ribbons bows and ruffles. He waited for his sexual excitement to die down. It didn't take long for he tapered canine penis to retreat back into his sheath. He got out of bed and replaced the covers.

The coyote looked down at the leotard and pair of tights that had been laid out for him. Perhaps he should at least wear the tights to cover his nakedness. He let out a sigh and picked them up. He picked them up and held them against the lower half of his body trying to determine if they would fit him. It was hard to tell with tights, if they would fit him they seem small but they were meant to be form-fitting. At least they were pants, and not one of those frilly dresses lined up neatly in the walk-in wardrobe.

He took a seat on the bed and began slipping them on. First one leg and then the other. The tights felt comfortable; the material was silky soft and smooth. He pulled them up to just under his waist and fed his bushy coyote tail into the hemmed tail whole ready for his appendage. He pulled up the tights the best in the way. He stood up and walked over to the full-length mirror inside the dressing room.

The white tights didn't leave much to the imagination. Harvey could see the outline of his balls and sheath. At least his arousal had been nipped in the bid. In tight clothes such as this, it would become evident when he was sexually aroused. The tights didn't have any pockets, but that was pretty standard. He turned himself and switched his tail. His rump was also on full display between curves of his rear end not getting much privacy.

This was much better than being nude. If Harvey ran into someone, it wouldn't be apparent he was wearing women's clothing. While he was back in the dressing room, he took another look through the racks of clothes in the walk-in wardrobe. He ran his hand paw pads over the silky feminine clothing. The ruffles and lace and silken garments. He opened one of the drawers and found neatly stacked bras and panties all in famine styles and colours. They were pink, white and purple with some with different designs. This was definitely a woman's room he was staying in, but strangely all the clothing seemed to be his size.

He had finally popped up enough courage to try exploring the dragon's cave again. He walked out into the bedroom, but then he noticed that something was wrong. The leotard that was sitting on the chair was missing. His blood ran cold, and he could feel the fur stand up on the back of his neck. The experience with the Enchanted shoes was making him very wary of objects having a mind of their own.

Harvey yelped loudly as he felt something snake up his legs. It was a giant ball of what seemed like light pink threads. Kind of like a tumbleweed but seemingly sentient and seeking him out. He kicked his leg furiously at the bundle, but it had already interwoven his legs and stayed with his body as he tried to shake it off. Whatever it was, it was fast, it was well up over his chest and his torso and covering both his shoulders within a matter of seconds.

The threads began to weave themselves back into whole cloth. At first, it was threadbare, but it soon became more robust and well-made. Harvey yanked and pulled at it even snapping some of the threads with his claws, but it didn't seem to cause any effect. The threads that he snapped would only merge back together again as if they had never been broken. Soon it became clear that what had been a bundle of threads was now reforming into the very leotard that had gone missing.

It only took a few more moments for the garment to become complete and woven together again. Harvey cried out loud and crossed the room. The panic of sentient clothing was too much for his mind to handle. Slowly the coyote calmed himself. Whatever magic had overtaken, the garment had gone dormant. It had not hurt him and didn't seem like it would. The clothing itself felt comfortable. It was like it was perfectly tailored to his body. He had never owned such a well-fitting piece of clothing before.

He explored the new garment. The leotard was sleeveless, and it had a zipper running down the back. Harvey thought to try to zipper, but then he realised he needed a plan. Otherwise, it would end up like the ballerina shoes. The idea of trapping it in this room didn't seem like it would work this time. It had transformed itself into threads, and Harvey could see them quickly slipping under a door.

Still, he had to give it a go. He reached up behind him and pulled down the zipper. It didn't come as a surprise when the zipper closed itself as soon as he let go of the tab. The idea of being forcibly feminised made a heat spread down to his loins. The sudden sexual tension only lasted for a few moments, but it gave the coyote shock. He wanted nothing to do with this magical outfit anymore. It was uncovering hidden desires he never knew about himself.

He went back into the dressing room and numbered through the drawers some more. There is one particular draw that had rows and rows of ribbons, all in different pastel colours some deeper than others. In that draw, he found a tool that would be useful. It was a pair of dressing scissors quite large and hopefully sharp.

He went over to the mirror with the scissors so we could see what he was doing. To start off with he went for one of the straps. The scissors snapped through the fabric like a hot knife through butter. He was careful not to cut himself, but he still wanted to make haste. He snipped the second strap and wrenched down the leotard from his chest and belly. When it was halfway down his torso, he took the scissors and began slicing himself out of it. He ran the sharp blade of the scissors down his body like he was opening cutting off the tape from a box.

Soon, the ruined leotard fell to the floor. Harvey didn't take it for granted he picked up the scraps of fabric and stuffed them inside one of the drawers. He placed the scissors on top of the dresser. Harvey waited for several moments, keeping an eagle eye on the draw where he had disposed of the enchanted leotard. It seemed like he had defeated it at least for now.

He had to admit his tights were comfortable perhaps too comfortable. They were hugging his sheath in the most erotic of ways. They were softy pinching at the opening to his sheath. Suddenly they rippled over his sheath. It felt like he was touching himself despite his hand paws being at his sides. He reached for the waistband but found the material would grip at his fur if he made to pull them down. Any attempts to tug at the fabric was met with pain as his own coat was tugged.

Harvey realised his error, it made sense that the tights were enchanted too. He briefly looked towards the scissors but thought better of it. The tights rippled again squeezing his sheath. The very tip of his red rocket had come out of his sheath. Instead of chafing his sensitive flesh, the inside of the tights was smooth and buttery.

Harvey decided to take this to the bedroom. He trotted out, being teased all the way. More of his cock was out now. His sensitive penis was gliding around the inside of his tights. Oh, it was just like he was with a lover! He laid down on the bed and let the enchanted tights ripple and ungulate around his cock. It didn't take long for his full erection to come out. He decided not to fight this article of magic clothing.

He dug his claws into the bedspread as the tights started rubbing and squeezing faster. He rolled his hips as the tights worked his coyote member squeezing and touching in all the right ways. He could feel his canine knot pushed out from his sheath. His full coyote red rocket was on the launch pad. He lay back and let the magic clothing do all the work.

He could feel his orgasm build. So did his tights because they hastened their pace of pleasure. Within the next few moments, they drove him over the edge. Harvey opened his maw wide as he cried out. His balls jumped before forcing their creamy load up to his cock. Oh, yes! His first eruption splattered into his crotch. More were to follow. He could feel his cream coat the inside of his tights.

As Harvey recovered, he noticed the same tingling sensation from when Ash cleaned him. He looked down, and the gooey cum patch at the crotch of his tights was shrinking slowly until it had disappeared completely. His spent erection made an oblong shaped lump inside the tights. He reached down to adjust himself and found that the tights had returned to acting like normal. They no longer clung to his fur. He wasted no time slipping them off and throwing them across the room.

He laid there until his knot became flaccid and returned to his sheath. Harvey may have been quick to discard his tights, but he soon realised they were the most masculine item of clothing he had found so far. He got out of bed and put them back on. At least he knew what these tights would do to him. He stayed in the room for several minutes, waiting to see if the tights would milk him again. It seemed that whatever enchantment had worn off at least from what he could tell.

He decided to take one last look inside the walk-in wardrobe to see if he could find an androgynous top to wear. He looked through the reaps of ultra sissy dresses and could only find a sleek black one-piece bathing suit that was the least sissy item of clothing he could cover his body with. In the end, he decided just to go topless. As he turned to leave, he heard a sound. It was coming from the draw he had trapped the leotard in. He picked up the scissors he had left on the dresser.

The draw began to rumble again, but before Harvey could reach it and hold it closed, it burst open. Harvey had expected the leotard to be charging back at him, but instead, it was the ribbons from earlier. They launched themselves over him and began wrapping around his limbs. He got in a few snips with the dressing scissors before more of the crafty ribbons wrenched them from his hand paws.

He screamed aloud as he was lifted from the floor by the magic ribbons. They had wrapped around his limbs and under his arms. They levitated him out of the room. Harvey was utterly helpless, flailing in the air, unable to get any footing or leverage. They carried him over to the bed and then laid him down flat on the surface. They pulled his limbs wide open and tied him to the bed. For such dainty ribbons, they had an excellent hold on him.

He was tied to the bed, spread eagle. With his foot paws tied at his ankles and his arms tied at the wrist to the metal bedposts. He struggled frantically and screamed. The ribbon surrounding him seem to tighten with his struggles. When he paused, they seem to loosen becoming more comfortable but still maintaining him in a strict level of bondage. He was locked in an X position on the bed.

He then became aware that the leotard had snuck around his body again. It must have been while he was in the middle of his hopeless struggle. He whacked his head on the pillow as he gasped from all the excitement. These enchantments were strong, but they didn't seem to be out to really hurt him. Still, he was quite afraid of how forceful they were.

He laid there for several moments, finally catching his breath. A sudden sound caught his attention. He tried to tilt his head in the direction of the noise. It turned out to be the door handle to the bedroom. It was slowly being pulled down. The door latch disengaged with a soft click, only coming ajar. A pair of familiar ballerina slippers shoes tapped into the room. They weren't dancing this time, merely walking. Acting like they were being worn despite being hollow and empty.

They jumped up on the bed between his spread legs. Somehow they seemed to know that he was in no position to resist them. The first one for his right foot slowly crept towards is outstretched helpless foot paw. It slipped over his foot, paw gradually almost teasingly slow. If a pair of shoes could say I've got you now that's what they would have been saying. again the delicate straps tied themselves around his ankle this time much more slowly as if savouring Harvey's to foot paw. The ballerina shoe the ballet shoe meant for his left leg repeated the process in much the same way.

As soon as he had on his ballet shoes. The reams of ribbons holding him securely to the bed began to unravel, releasing their grip on his body. Harvey watched in awe as the ribbons wrapped themselves up as if they were on spools and rolled back towards the dressing room from when they had come. Not all the ribbons had gone. One remained tied around his tail. It was tied in an ornate bow it was a pastel pink ribbon matching the colour of his sissy ballerina outfit.

Harvey had had enough of trying to fight these blasted enchanted clothes. It seemed they wanted him to be a sissy ballerina coyote in pastel pink and white. He sat up in bed. The door opened, and Oimmorriss was standing in the doorway. His scaled blue tail flicked behind him. A smile crept onto his muzzle.

"From the look of you. You've triggered one of my magical traps. I love leaving surprises for my guests," said the dragon.

Harvey shot him a glare.

"I've made lunch for you, darling. You must be hungry," said Oimmorriss.

Talk of food changed Harvey's focus. He was indeed hungry. He followed the dragon out of his new bedroom. Efforts on escape would have to come later.