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Halloween Werewolf Tour

By Zrathie

Cliff was doing the finishing touches on the outfit he was meant to wear. It was a set of dark green overalls that covered his coyote body. The overalls ran down the full length of his arms. They stopped at his wrists and down to just past his knees. As with most clothing, it left his tail free. Despite being overalls, he was told to wear nothing under them, not even his underwear.

The most complicated part was the harness. Cliff's personal tour guide had shown him how to put it on, but he wasn't sure if he had got it right. It looked right in the mirror, but the complex set of black webbing and shiny metal buckles had perplexed the coyote for several minutes. Cliff was nervous but excited at the same time. He had booked the tour months in advance, it was a special Halloween themed tour led by a real-life Halloween monster.

He stepped outside of the small changing room and looked up at his tour guide. He was a werewolf who had introduced himself as Tobias. Despite the legends, werewolves were not bloodthirsty murderers, but rational creatures. They and other were-creatures had a mutation that caused them to shift into a were-creature state every full moon. They still very much had the same mind they did before the shift. Only a handful of were-creatures could control when they changed, such as Tobias.

Tobias stood about three metres tall. He was a hulking creature with strong muscles that were sturdy enough to carry a passenger through the forest. Tobias was wearing a harness himself, one that would combine with Cliff's own. It was much like a tandem sky diving setup. The werewolf also had a large backpack on his back. The only real clothing Tobias was wearing was a pair of green shorts with the logo of the tour company printed on one of the legs. Cliff was surprised they made clothing in his size.

The fur of Tobias's chest was almost cream in colour while his back was a dark brown. Tobias had golden eyes that shone with the supernatural glow that all werewolves and were-creatures had when they were in their transformed state. The wolf was such a contrast to Cliff. He was a coyote and a small one at that. Sometimes he felt self-conscious about his lack of stature, and he was feeling even more so in the presence of the werewolf. He couldn't keep his tail from pressing flat to his rear, or his rust coloured ears from pushing downwards.

Tobias approached the coyote. He crouched down low and began checking his straps, tightening one and loosening another, giving them a firm tug to make sure they were connected correctly. Cliff felt his face warm up as Tobias adjusted the straps around his crotch that were either side of his maleness as to not to crash on his crown jewels. The tour guide was strictly professional, and the coyote's posture soon relaxed.

"Alright looks like you're ready to go. Climb on that stump over there, and I can buckle you in," said the werewolf.

Cliff walked over and climbed up on the tree stump. This brought him to just a muzzle under the werewolf's height. Tobias walked up and gently turned Cliff around until his back was facing him. It took around a minute or two for Tobias to connect all the straps, buckles and connecters of their harnesses together. Cliff was close to the hulking beast behind him. He could feel his mighty, yet dexterous hand paws threading through straps and fastening buckles until they were firmly strapped together.

"I'm going to lift you up now. Please let me know if any straps are digging in or are causing discomfort so I can fix them," said Tobias.

Cliff could feel the werewolf shift his weight. He was lifted off the ground as if he were a child's soft toy instead of a full-grown coyote. The harness supported his weight around his hips and under his legs. His upper back was also connected to the werewolf. Tobias took a few steps back, and Cliff noticed his foot paws were about a metre off the ground. Tobias walked in a circle, but Cliff wasn't prepared for when the creature took a jump and then a second one. Cliff flailed his arms about as a werewolf jumped. He would have hit the werewolf on his muzzle if Tobias wasn't prepared for his passenger's reaction.

"Sorry," said Cliff as they came to a halt.

"That's fine. How do the harness and overalls feel?" asked Tobias.

"I feel supported, nothing is pinching me. The overalls are quite smooth and soft. I was expecting a canvas material, but they feel really nice," said Cliff.

Cliff gasped as he felt one of Tobias's large hand paws wrapping around his right wrist. His wrist was guided towards his chest and snapped into a ring. Two eyelets on the cuff of his overalls secured to a fastener on the harness.

"What are you doing?" Cliff asked.

"See how your arms flailed around when I jumped. I need to secure them to your chest just in case you panic while we are on our tour," replied Tobias.

The werewolf then took Cliff's left wrist and secured it to his chest harness. Soon his arms were crossed over themselves in an X configuration. The buckles on the harness attached to the metal eyelets installed in the cuffs of his overalls. His wrists felt supported, and he didn't have to hold them up. They were comfortable because they weren't strapped super tight. Still, his wrists were locked into place, and he couldn't pull his hand paws down into the cuffs of the overalls. He could move his elbows, but his arms were secure.

"Sorry about that. We had an incident, and now we have to strap passengers in," replied Tobias.

"What? Did someone lose an arm?" asked Cliff.

"Oh, no, our tours have a perfect safety record, and the bosses want to keep it that way. You're very light, so I'll be able to go much further in our allotted time," said Tobias.

The werewolf turned in the direction of a trail. There was a signpost that said Hickory Trail. Tobias didn't linger he got going taking tremendous strides down the dirt track. Cliff marvelled at how strong the werewolf was. He was carrying another adult creature as well as a considerable backpack, and it didn't seem to even bother him in the slightest. Cliff began to relax and take in the scenery of the trail. The coyote looked up at the trees. The leaves were turning beautiful shades of red and orange as they began to change under the influence of the seasons.

The weather was still comfortable not reaching the lower temperatures of winter yet. They moved down the trail at a brisk pace. Tobias moved almost silently only the soft crunches of leaves under his massive foot paws could be heard as he continued around the curve in the track. Cliff's own foot paws dangled beneath him their rust coloured fur was almost the same colour as some of the leaves that covered the trail. Most of Cliff's fur was grey or black with his markings turning to a rust colour at the end of his limbs. Tobias wasn't even panting yet, and it had been several minutes since they had begun their journey.

Tobias moved swiftly and surely any impact was dampened by the wolf's legs. It was a surprisingly smooth ride. Cliff listened carefully to hear a slight creak come out of the harness from time to time, but he was securely bound to the werewolf's chest and abdomen. By now, he could feel the body heat of his tour guide. The warmth of the other male was surprisingly intimate is Tobias exhaled his breath; it made Cliff's ears tingle.

"Are you comfortable, Cliff?" asked Tobias.

Cliff nodded before answering "Yeah."

The pair continued their gentle pace down the track. Cliff could feel the strong muscles of his tour guide behind him. He was such a sturdy and robust werewolf. Cliff relaxed in the harness. He was finally getting used to being transported around by another creature. The anxieties of being a burden or awkward to carry were put the rest. The pair had been going for at least half an hour by Cliff's estimate. Still, the werewolf showed no sign of fatigue; it was as if he was taking a stroll.

"Don't you get tired?" asked Cliff.

"Now you know why you can't outrun a werewolf," said Tobias adding a slight growl to his voice.

Cliff didn't answer but the sudden thought of being chased made for a weird prang of arousal. The coyote shook his head, shaking the feeling from his mind. It wasn't soon enough because his canine sheath swelled until it released just the tip of his tapered penis.

"Some of my passengers ask me to let them down to see how far they can outrun me. I know it's against the rules of the tour, but sometimes I indulge them. I'll give them a few minutes head start and run them down. Often it ends with a pounce, as I catch them," explained Tobias.

"Why would they do that?" asked Cliff.

"It might not be appropriate to talk about, but I will tell you. If you really want to know," said Tobias.

"Sure," said Cliff.

Meanwhile, Cliff had become a little more stimulated. He had hoped to have more self-control, but the sheer fact he was strapped to a hunky werewolf was finally getting to him. The overall's sleek material was surprisingly supple. Instead of scratchy fabric, his manhood was met with a creamy, silky weave.

"When someone asks me to chase them, I know their type immediately. Being hunted by a werewolf is a kink to some creatures. I can smell their arousal as I track them down. They all act cool when I catch them, but I know I've just made a sexual fantasy real for them," said Tobias.

Cliff kept silent, but the idea of creatures getting off by being chased down by a werewolf just like Tobias was quite erotic. Cliff's canine cock slipped out of its sheath into the inviting fabric of his overalls. He was sure if someone were to be walking in the other direction, they would see his boner. The coyote shivered as he realised that the Tobias must surely smell his aroused sex. Would the werewolf judge him? Would it make the rest of the tour awkward?

"Did I make you uncomfortable, Cliff?" asked Tobias.

Cliff gulped before answering "No, not at all."

Suddenly the werewolf's hand paws ran down both of Cliff's flanks. Cliff shivered.

"I selected these overalls in particular because of how comfortable they are. If things get a little heated, there's no uncomfortable chafing, just buttery sleekness," said Tobias.

The coyote's cheeks became hot, he was sure they would be bright red if it weren't for his fur.

"I hope you understand it's not uncommon for that to happen, for certain things to get a bit... tense," purred Tobias.

Cliff had grown fully erect save for his canine knot. All the while, Tobias walked on. The coyote had given up on trying to fight his erection and just let it fill out the crotch of the overalls.

"Do you want to hear a story? It's a bit adult, so if you don't, I'll understand," asked Tobias.

Cliff was getting more comfortable about having a hard-on around Tobias, the werewolf didn't seem to mind.

"Sure," Cliff replied.

"It's a story about the true reason we have to lock our passengers' arms down. You didn't hear this from me, understand?" said Tobias.

"Okay," said the coyote.

"There was this bobcat, let's call him Bob. It's not his real name, but I don't want to shame the guy any further for what happened. So Bob was one of those creatures I was talking about before. Those into werewolf games. Well, he asks me halfway through our trip to be let down. I know that happens for one of two reasons, he wants to take a piss or make up a contrived reason for me to chase him," said Tobias.

Cliff's erection was still there, and the soft fabric gently rolled over it as they continued to walk. It was quite pleasant not enough to get off, but the stimulation was enough to keep him hard.

"Bob wanted to be chased, so I said it happens all the time and don't go too far or trip over. That sort of thing. So, I give him my ten-minute start and off I went. When I caught up to him, and he makes the girliest shriek as I tapped him on the shoulder. Males scream the most, but that's a different story," said the werewolf.

"Really?" asked Cliff.

"Trust me, they do. So, I'm strapping in Bob the Bobcat. I can tell he's aroused the air was reeking of it. I expected this, and if I didn't want to indulge in a creature's kinky game, I would have told him no to the whole hunt thing. So far nothing strange," said Tobias.

Cliff just couldn't lose his boner each time it started to retreat into his sheath the fabric shifted and brushed over his sensitive flesh bringing his erection back to full mast.

"As we start to walk along, I notice he was adjusting himself. Nothing too... beyond the pale, just a grab here and a stroke there. After some more touches and clutches, Bob starts to masturbate. The guy was doing it on the sly, but I knew what he was doing," said Tobias.

Cliff could see why. The fabric they were made of had more in common with a body pillowcase than outdoor clothing. Cliff's breath caught in his throat as he felt one of the werewolf's large hand paws brush near his crotch.

"You see, I picked out these overalls, like the one you're wearing, to secretly accommodate masturbation. If a passenger wanted to be hunted, I'd let them down. The catch was I'd place a zipper-lock on their overalls so they couldn't take them off. When I found them again, they would often have an unexplained sticky stain around their crotches," said the werewolf.

Cliff squirmed as he felt Tobias grope his crotch. Cliff let out a gasp as the werewolf's paw lingered there.

"For the bobcat, I must have got to him before he had time to let off some steam. Bob just couldn't stop himself from stroking away. He lets out a moan and must have realised his gig was up, so he stops, and I can feel him tense up. So I lean in and say you don't have to stop darling. He gets back into it, and I leave him to it," said Tobias.

Cliff couldn't speak. The werewolf's hand paw squeezed around his erection, stroking it through the material.

"The problem was that Bob was seen by another hiker. They reported him, so now we have these creamy-soft temping outfits, but we need to keep those wandering paws all strapped away. Poor coyote's like you can't douse that heat between those thighs no matter how riled up I get them," said Tobias.

Tobias let go of Cliff's erection.

"How about we make a deal? I take care of this..." said Tobias squeezing down on Cliff's balls to add emphasis. "...and you can indulge one of my fantasies," continued the werewolf.

Cliff was only slightly conflicted. The werewolf coming onto him was a surprise. His paw continued to rub at Cliff's erection coaxing a reply.

"Yes," said Cliff.

Cliff moaned as Tobias began rubbing his erection with more force. Pre started to leak coating the area around the coyote's penis, making the werewolf's rubs feel even better. Tobias still had not stopped walking as he pawed at Cliff's crotch. The coyote squeaked and shivered pressing his body back into the werewolf. Tobias nuzzled Cliff's head fur as they continued on the path. The werewolf's paw engulfed the coyote's crotch as it press and rolled over the tight bulge of Cliff's erection.

A sudden realisation that he was being played within full view of anyone on the path made Cliff consider saying no, but he was fully aroused, and the wolf's paw just felt so good. He decided to let the powerful creature touch him wherever he wanted. Cliff moaned aloud as Tobias's paw worked his erection. The werewolf licked the side of Cliff's face leaving a trail of saliva on his cheek.

Cliff was hot to trot from Tobias's attention and with more rubs and canine kisses, it was no surprise he could feel his orgasm building. His knot had popped free as well. The werewolf must have felt it because his hand paw pumped harder and faster. Cliff pushed his hips into Tobias's massive hand paw stroking his crotch. Tobias pumped a few more times. Cliff was getting closer and closer to his peek. With a loud moan, Cliff creamed his overalls.

Tobias didn't even stop walking as Cliff shot creamy ropes of cum into the crotch of his outfit. The werewolf withdrew his hand paw before licking Cliff's head fur with his broad tongue. After some more pats and strokes across his belly, Cliff began to recover from his release. The werewolf didn't seem interested in his turn at least for now. He could feel that Tobias was excited, but it was slowing fading as they walked. What wasn't fading was the wet spot at the front of Cliff's overalls. He didn't have to look down to know he must be sporting a large cum patch for all to see. It wasn't too bad a darker shade of green in the fabric. Hopefully, it would be dry by the time they would return.

Cliff took note of a new sensation. He was beginning to feel the urge to pee. Perhaps it was helped along by the now cold wet patch where his excitement had leaked. It didn't worry him, he still had plenty of time before it would be an issue. They were climbing up a hill now the track had seemingly being left behind. At first, Cliff thought to ask the werewolf if he knew where they were going, but he didn't want to bother him. They were climbing up a steady slope travelling at the same speed they had been going on the flat path. Grey boulders covered in light green lichen were spotted rising out of the ground as the pair continued. Occasionally Tobias would leap across the rocks as they continued their journey.

"I hope I wasn't too bold coming onto you like that. My passengers are often too shy to ask for a happy ending despite how aroused they sometimes get," said Tobias.

"I don't usually do that sort of thing, but it was delicious," said Cliff.

"I didn't want you to think you had to hide your boner around me. You'd be surprised how many creatures, both male or female, get a bit horny on my tours," said the werewolf.

Tobias continued to trot upwards. It wasn't before long when an unnatural light caught the coyote's attention. Cliff turned his head in its direction. Tobias stopped suddenly and swung around to face what had caught his passenger's attention. The werewolf made towards the strange light. Moving past a few trees, it became apparent what it was. It was a jack-o'-lantern sitting on a rock. Next to the glowing pumpkin was a mug thermos that had a handwritten note tied around it with twine. Tobias crouched down and picked up the thermos. Now that it was closer, Cliff could read the writing.

The note said "A pumpkin spice latte for a special coyote."

The thermos itself was made of stainless steel, and it looked like one of the insulated drinking cups one would find at a coffee shop. It had a handle on its side, but it wasn't branded in any particular way. Tobias flipped open the top of the insulated drinking mug.

"Someone left you a gift. I wonder if it's still warm. Here take a sip," said Tobias.

Cliff opened his mouth to answer but soon found the lip of the cup inside his maw. He gulped as some of its warm contents poured into his muzzle. The drink was pleasantly sweet and tasted vaguely like pumpkin, although it was hard to tell with the amount of sugar it must contain. Still, it was pleasant on the tongue, and Cliff swallowed the first mouthful. Tobias withdrew the cup from Cliff's mouth.

"Well, is it a trick or a treat?" asked the werewolf.

"Treat," said Cliff after contemplating the question for a moment.

The werewolf brought the cup back to Cliff's lips, almost forcing him to drink another large gulp. Cliff squirmed in his harness rig, but he gulped down the beverage. Tobias had started walking up the hill but at a slower pace. After a few moments, he would bring the cup to Cliff's lips to drink. The experience was quite weird for the coyote. He wasn't genuinely complaining the drink was quite scrumptious, and before long the large travel mug was empty.

Tobias stopped to place the empty travel mug in his backpack. He simply opened a side pocket and put it in there before fastening up the flap again. The hot drink had warmed up Cliff and made him relax. The sugary taste lingered on his lips, and he couldn't help but lick his chops. The sound was surprisingly loud. His tongue smacked his black canine lips before stopping to lick his nose. Tobias picked up the pace his large werewolf foot paws stomping across the ground.

Tobias was seemingly taking him up the side of a small mountain. It wasn't hard to climb, but the slope was getting steeper. Still, it wasn't vertical or anything crazy it was safe enough to walk on. The werewolf was making significant progress more than Cliff would have made by himself. Every so often, the coyote looked behind him and could see the forest trail downwards. He felt safe in the werewolf's harness Tobias had sure footing and must have done something like this countless times as a tour guide.

What was concerning Cliff was the sensation in his bladder. It had become much worse and far more quickly than he would have liked. Perhaps he shouldn't have been so eager to drink down the random gift, but it was too late for that now. If it got any worse, he would have to ask the werewolf to let them down not to be chased but to answer nature's call. Cliff turned his attention to the beautiful scenery as they were getting very close to the summit. The small mountain had a view over a large swath of the surrounding area.

Sure enough, after a few more moments of climbing the pair had reached the peak. It was rockier up here with only a few trees clinging to pieces of soil. They both had an unrestricted few of the beautiful forest under them. The yellow-golden hues of the trees as the leaves turned into their autumn colours. They stayed up there for several minutes every so often Tobias would reposition himself to offer Cliff a better view.

Cliff closed to his legs suddenly. His bladder had gotten more critical; his urge to pee had seeming doubled over the last few minutes. It was definitely time to ask for a pit stop.

"Is there something the matter?" asked Tobias.

"Yeah, is there any chance you can let me down?" asked Cliff.

"It's a little dangerous up here. I don't want you slipping," said Tobias.

Cliff wanted to push the point that he needed to take a leak, but he decided to wait until they were on the descent. The werewolf had a point. Cliff imagined that finding a private spot to pee would be quite tricky at the summit too. Thankfully the coyote didn't have to wait too long before Tobias began to make his descent. The gentle jolts of the werewolf leaps were becoming quite jarring for Cliff. His full bladder protested the sudden stops. He had to cross his legs tightly and bear down as to not spring a leak. He kept this up for several hundred metres as the terrain became less steep and more forested.

"Tobias, can we stop for a second I really need to pee?" asked Cliff.

"I know. The stuff that I put in your drink is very potent," said Tobias.

"This isn't a joke I really need to go," said Cliff.

Tobias ignored him and kept climbing down, taking careful steps and balancing their weight. Cliff felt around his wrist cuffs. To his horror, he soon realised that they weren't just connected to his chest harness, but they had been padlocked. He tugged at his hand, paws to try to force them past the cuffs, but they were too thick to fit past them. Cliff rocked in the harness, but it held firm his movements didn't phase Tobias in the slightest.

"It looks like my coyote has realised just how locked up he really is. I have also locked your back zipper so even if you get down your overalls are still not coming off," said Tobias.

"You can't do this to me, let me go this instant," demanded Cliff.

"Oh no, this is just too delicious. It's only fair. I helped you out now it's my turn to indulge in my fantasy," said Tobias with a slight growl.

The werewolf kept walking all the while Tobias squeezed his legs together, trying with all his might not to wet himself. He began to pant and half biting his bottom lip as he wrestled control over his besieged bladder. The coyote could feel another sensation. Tobias was getting excited he could feel his lupine arousal creeping up behind him.

"Drip, drip, drip this coyote needs to piss," teased Tobias.

"If I wet myself you'll cop it too, come on! The Halloween prank is over," pleaded Cliff.

"Mmm, you must need to go, oh so badly. I can hear the desperation in your voice," said Tobias.

Cliff's bladder was only getting worse. He didn't know if he could hold it for another minute, let alone the time we would take for them to return. He must have lost his focus for just a moment, but it was enough time for a hefty squirt of coyote piss to leave his sheath. He quickly regained control, but he knew it was his final chance to get out of this dry.

"Please let me down! I leaked, I'm about to wet myself!" yelled Cliff.

In response, Tobias reached down and locked his arms under each of Cliff's knees and drew them apart. The effect was almost instant Cliff released another squirt of piss further dampening the crotch of his overalls. He struggled against the werewolf's sturdy grip, but he was nowhere near as strong. His legs were spread eagle and in his battle to close them, he lost control of his bladder.

"You creamed your overalls now it's time to wet them," said Tobias.

A powerful stream of coyote piss poured from his sheath. Cliff was glad that he had followed the instructions to be nude under them; otherwise, he would have drenched his own underwear. Underwear he would have to wear home. That thought lingered only for a moment as the sensation of warm wetness swept downwards over his rump. Whatever drug Tobias had used in the drink made the sheer volume incredible. The bottom half of his overalls became wetter and wetter as he pissed himself for over a minute. He was wholly saturated in his potent canine piss. The dipped then streamed to the ground.

Only when it was over did the werewolf let go of his legs. They dropped down in front of him, limply. He could feel his clothing absorb more of the piss flowing downwards, giving his legs are good splattering. The werewolf was excited Cliff could feel his erection digging into the small of his back. He shuddered as more of the damp wetness covering his crotch and legs dripping ever downwards.

"Someone had an accident, I better take you back," Tobias growled.

"Not like this," squeaked Cliff.

"Why not? Don't you want everyone to see your accident?" Tobias said.

"It wasn't an accident, you made me!" yelled Cliff.

"They won't know that. To them, it's a story conducted by a pants-wetting 'yote to excuse his lack of bladder control. Which story makes more sense? I drugged you and kept you strapped in, just to piss all over the both of us or that you were trying to hold it until you got back and piddled your pants along the way?" Tobias sneered.

"That's not fair," said Cliff.

"That's right, I'm bigger, faster, stronger than you and I outsmarted a coyote, so that makes me smarter than you too," said the werewolf.

Cliff snarled and thrashed around. He contemplated kicking Tobias in the balls but thought better of it. His tail lashed angrily behind him.

"You're my special Halloween "abduction." I don't do this for just anyone. You still have the option to say no, and I will return you, a little wet but none the worse for wear, to the basecamp or..." Tobia said before he licked his chops "...the other option is, and it's by far my favourite, is to take you back to my cabin deep in the forest," said Tobias his voice a deep rumble.

Cliff gulped. Stopping his movements.

"It might be fun to be abducted by a werewolf, especially for a kinky Halloween night of pleasure. I have my cabin prepared for us. I may have weighed your options in my favour, but I'm not a rapist or murderer, but I do like submissive coyotes. I will respect your choice," purred Tobias.