How the Wet Coyote got his name
Fuck, not again I can only think as I feel another warm stream of piss hitting my chest, quickly moving up to my now half dried headfur, at least it was. The splashes trail across my muzzle, finishing waking me up. "Fuck, what time is it now?" i sputtered out with the urine making me bat my eyes from the burning.
"Shut up" a voice said, and what sounded to me like Ted saying it. Ted the stallion with a funny white streak down his mane, but otherwise jet black fur. I guess this is a good payback for all the times I called him a skunk.
"Ahhhh, empty", i heard as i fought to get my eyes open, and it was, indeed Ted, with his impressive stallion cock, and a few drops still clinging to the head.
"Clean this last bit and i will tell ya!"
He kneeled beside the tub I was bound up in, and flopped his cock across my muzzle, I opened my muzzle and made like I was about to bite, he quickly retreated.
"its 4 am - urinal yote", and he got up and exited the bathroom. I hurt all over, and i did, indeed, smell like a neglected urinal.
Waking to something like this, gives one time to introspect on how you managed to get yourself in this predicament. It manages to keep coming back to me. Hard not to when your bound in a tub scent marked so heavily your sure your never going to get the scent out.
Lets just cut to the chase and say being at a week long summer getaway with friends, and me having a few large cherry bomb firecrackers, and not understanding just what they will do... my prank on setting one off in the toilet wasn't a good idea. It didn't break it per se, but it did cause a backup, so using it was out of the question.
How i got bound and tossed in the tub for it was a joke at first, but after the last few days, its went beyond that obviously.
Now im sore in my joints, sore in my muscles, my tailhole is stretched and sore, I donno if i will ever be able to hold a shit in again. Mercifully, they will haul me out and hold me over a hole dug out in the yard when I have to shit. My protests to let me go and i will cover the plumbers cost was met with laughs. Guys and a getaway cabin out in the middle of nowhere equipped with drinks for a whole week make em think weird, i still love the guys, but damn...
Ted has yet to take me, out of the other 4 here, hes the last holdout. I dread to find out and hope he decides not to, i think. Hes like the straight arrow here. His impressive size, his grace, is a winner with the ladies, they wont leave him alone - and that fucking huge cock of his, good lord!
Stan, the petite, almost bursting in to flames of a flamer raccoon, the last one you would expect to be a top kinda guy, was the first to take advantage of the situation. After the first late eve of being stripped, tied up and shoved in the bathtub, he slipped into the bathroom while the others were outside playing a very drunken game of basketball. He rolled me over on my back, and pissed, and pissed, i struggled, but no use. the worst part was to come as he rolled me back over, and pulled me from the hips, wedging my ass near the tub edge, my muzzle left on the tub floor, and all the piss runoff draining slowly past my muzzle, the pungent scent of a raccoons piss attacking my nose, as it soaked into my fur...
Boy is quick, my tail was pulled up quickly and before i knew it, he rammed his cock home, sliding me halfway up the tub in the process. My cries brought the others around. Great, an audience...
The laughs were great. Ted let out his thunderous belly laugh that vibrated the tub... Silas, my best friend forever, and a fox, unusual for the fact hes got a bit of a beer gut. Fox with a beer gut, heh, but he loves beer and food, and don't metabolize it like most foxes, decided it was a good time to piss too. So i'm being taken roughly up the ass after getting scent marked, now more scent marking from the fox. Stan quickly flipped me over on my back again, the ropes holding my feet together he used as a handle to lift me up, as Silas aimed the stream to my tailhole and balls. I got a major boner, go figure...
Anyway, Stan let him finish and threw my legs around his neck, arching me painfully upwards. I would try to hold something, but being my forelimbs were tied together, as well as them fastened to my collar at my neck, made for an impossible attempt.
He continued to thrust into my tailhole, but stepped it up by grabbing my cock, and jacking me hard. fucker got close to blowing his load, and let my cock go... i'm left with pre pouring out, and not far from my orgasm, but not quite there. Fucker! He grunted once, twice, and filled me with his seed. Unceremoniously, he pulled out with a grunt, smacked my cock leaving it painfully in need of release, now reddened and wobbling in the breeze so to speak, unhooked my legs and dropped my ass back in the tub with a small splash as the pooled piss splattered. He pushed past Ted, Silas, and ohh, Eddie, a good friend of Stans. A rather large German Shepherd. Someone mentioned he had a small cock, length wise, but his knot... that knot - think grapefruit - yeah, it is that big. Ask my rectum sometime...
They all laughed and left, and i could hear them still laughing as they rummaged in the kitchen, food no doubt...
I was nicely visited by them the rest of the night, each deciding since i broke the john, i'm the new urine repository.
Sometime the next day, after a very wet night in the tub, my asshole throbbing, cum leaking out, and the smell and burn of loads of piss in my fur, slowly drying, i'm wondering about why i am here. I know why, but your mind has to stay occupied in a situation like this - my balls painfully aware i need to cum. Distraction is good.
Heres a little note on being the target practice target for watersports - pro tip - The scent changes as it ages, urine will dry out and the solids crystallize somewhat, and the smell isn't unpleasant, you just know its piss. I made attempts to change positions as i could by wiggling myself, just so it would dry. If urine stays wet too long exposed to air, it starts turning into ammonia. I managed to keep that from happening, but i feel crusty. Heavy matted crusty fur good - in this situation - Ammonia smell burning your eyes, nose, and skin not good.
I got a surprise as they each came in one by one, and blew their load all over me. great. matted cum in my fur as well.
At this point, heh, it all runs afterwards in a big sordid tale of piss, cum, getting my tailhole violated for this day, except for Ted. The equine whom I am sure isn't gay, well, besides the raccoon Stan, none are, but drunk guys, and all the pheromones now floating... they all fell besides Ted, and had some way with me. Ted though, did I mention his cock is huge?
Worst part, they would take turns grabbing my cock and jacking me, one of those fuckers knew the signs, and would keep a tight hold on my nuts, so they knew just when i was getting close, and let my cock go... this apparently got thrown around between them, because they all did it.
Last night of our getaway, i got finally pulled out of the tub and let go, as they needed the shower, but with a sadistic twist. They crafted this evil unit to band around my balls, and cover my sheath, with a padlock on it. Damn Eddie and his metal shop skills. In fact, damn Eddie and his knot, it is that big. I got reamed by it three times - grapefruits - yeah.
Now, my handpaws free, my feet free, and a cock throbbing for release i cannot touch.
They piled into the tub, eww's! at the smell till i heard the fwoosh of water, except Ted.
Ted wanders over after a bit, looking at me rolling on the floor, trying to stretch out muscles i forgot i had, and grips the homemade cage and pulls, dragging me across the floor, while i do an upside down crabwalk from the position i was in to keep from loosing the units... my erection throbbing painfully in the cage... and into his bedroom. he sits me on the edge of his bed, and strips. I'm speechless, as he pushes me over and rolls me on my stomach, pulling my tail to the edge of the bed, with my legs under me, and my ass hanging lewdly off the edge off the bed, hovering over and past my feetpaws. He crawls across me, holding of all things in his mouth, the key. He dwarfs me, I'm a typical yote, average for the most part, but hes all equine. He snuggles me, and removes the key from his mouth before speaking. I'm shivering, I want this guy to fuck me so badly on some level, did i mention hes huge down there? So I was a bit worried it would happen this time, and it looks like its about to happen when he reaches under me, and grasps the lock, and unlocks it before climbing back up.
I had to chuckle at what came out his muzzle next - I'm going to free you, but your going to have to fuck me - tell the others, and i will lock you back up and melt the key. Whoo Boy...
What a night...
Getting that sweet ass, was worth the rest of the proceeding few days.
To this day, I wish Ted would admit hes a total bottom, but, no need in his image going down the tubes, mine is already, I take the heat.
The wet coyote, occasional impromptu urinal...