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Coyote Vulnerabilities (Alt Version)

By Zrathie

A hazy light came in from behind the blinds covering the windows as a nude coyote walked over to his bedroom coming straight from the shower. Qillaq opened his bedroom door and spotted a white lycra bodystocking laying on his bed. The article of clothing slowly began levitating off his bed in front of him. He watched it rise into the air. Within moments the bodystocking flung itself across the room and impacted Qillaq's chest. The material went liquid and wrapped around his body. It adjusted its size to be a perfect cut and fit for the coyote. Then it returned to its normal solid-state. Qillaq was now dressed in the bodystocking.

He looked down, taking in the view of his new clothing. It consisted of a solid white tight yet pliant bodystocking. It was made from a lycra or spandex material. It covered his whole body leaving openings around his wrists, ankles, the base of his tail and neck. Qillaq could feel it had a zipper running down its back that terminated just about the hole made for his tail. The zipper would allow him to remove it, so he tugged down the zipper before he took off the garment. He peeled it down over his chest and then down his legs and stepped out of it. He didn't want to wear this, who had placed this in his bedroom? The white lycra garment jumped up off the floor and again lept onto his body. It flowed fully liquid around his form until it was back in place, where it transformed back into regular lycra fabric. Qillaq took it off again, sliding it off his body. He could feel his heart rate begin to increase.

This time the clothing resisted his attempts at removing it. As he pulled his shoulders out, it moved the fabric back into place. He wrestled with the disobedient article of clothing. It took a bit of work, but Qillaq got free. The coyote was becoming aware that this couldn't be happening and he must be dreaming. Even this realisation didn't matter at the moment he had to take off the clothing.

This time he flung it across the room, it hit the side of the wall and fell out of sight next to his bed. Within moments he could hear it sliding across the floor. It popped out from under his bed and wrapped around his body for the third time. Qillaq looked down and noticed he was getting strangely aroused. There was something about being dominated by this piece of clothing that was driving him wild. He wrestled with his outfit for yet another time. Eventually, he flung it back across the room and quickly exited his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

He was now out in his lounge room. He was glad the blinds were closed. His semi hard-on was out in the cool air. He resisted touching himself, wanting to see what would happen next. Then his bedroom door rattled, and suddenly he could see one of the long arms of the bodystocking wiggling out from under it. He watched as the seemingly enchanted clothing wiggled and stretched until it popped free from under his bedroom door. It slid across the floor and soon around his legs before it wrapped around his body.

Qillaq reached down and palmed his erection; he did so for a few moments. This was what he needed. He was a horny coyote who couldn't escape a silly piece of clothing. He released his growing erection wanting to feel his paw pads directly. There was no crotch zipper, and that thought made his cock twitch in its snug textile prison. This time, instead of trying to take it off the usual way, he tore at the fabric. He quickly tore through the bodystocking with his claws, shredding through the material and freed himself from it.

Its tattered remains dropped from his body. His full erection was in the air. He had begun panting; hot breath escaping his body. His chest was heaving from the sudden struggle. He didn't have time to take care of his twitching coyote rocket before, the enchanted garment knitted itself back together, reforming before leaping back onto Qillaq's body. Again, Qillaq tore at the garment but as soon as he ripped it open it pulled itself back together knitting closed like it was never damaged.

Finding he was at the point where even his sharp claws couldn't resist the outfit, he reached down to his plump bulge. He pawed at the crotch of the bodystocking and began masturbating earnestly. He was so worked up, that it didn't take long for him to feel his orgasm building. He squeezed at the soft fabric feeling the smooth fabric brush over his penis as he pumped. Moans filled his apartment's lounge room. He kept stroking away, getting faster and faster until.

Qillaq suddenly felt as if he was falling. He snapped out of his wet dream to hear some soft murmuring. His eyes that had already adjusted to the dim lighting looked across to the other side of the room. He saw his grey wolf roommate trembling in his bounds; the wolf was strapped to his hospital bed in five-point restraints. The silvery moonlight illuminated his shaky form. The wolf was wearing the same outfit from his dream; one Qillaq was wearing too. Qillaq knew what was wrong with the wolf straight away; even though the wolf wasn't in the position to speak.

The wolf was intubated with a tube stuck down his throat leading to his stomach. The setup had allowed his caretakers/captors to keep him hydrated perhaps overly so. The twin bags that had been full of water at the start of the night. Now hung limp and empty on the IV pole next to his bed. His restraints creaked as the wolf fought to bring his outstretched legs together.

Qillaq was in no position to help as he was bound in his own bed. In the same bonds minus the drip-feed, as his roommate. He only had to wait for a minute or so before heavy spurts of piss soiled the one-piece garment the wolf was wearing. A soft tinkle filled the room as the wolf's bladder erupted. He watched as the wet stain covered the wolf's belly before leaking down to the rubber-coated mattress under him. The poor wolf never stood a chance with how much fluid he had been pumped with.

Qillaq held his tongue as he felt the heat rising from his full and needy erection, knot and all. It had been a strange dream, but it had been getting him off. Plus he had been in a hair's breadth of release; if it wasn't... Qillaq did well to resist the urge to growl; instead, the coyote let out a deep breath. His wet dream had been interrupted at the worst possible time. It wasn't Jared's fault the poor wolf had awoken to the heavy urge to piss and was unable to stop his own bladder from betraying him.

The strapping and cuffs holding Qillaq in place wouldn't allow him to slip a sneaky paw down to his hard and wet throbbing cock nor would his bonds enable him to roll over onto his stomach and hump the mattress. He could only feel his erection languishing before it slid back inside his sheath. With his arousal gone for now and the fiery frustration draining away Qillaq fell back to sleep.

Qillaq was roused by one of his captors; a robotic nurse modelled after a coyote but a very artificial one. The robot nurse was covered in a bright white shiny latex-like skin. The robots were genderless and nude. He had seen several robots of this type, but he didn't know how many there were in total because they all looked identical and they always were immaculate and clean.

He was being transferred to a gurney for transport, hopefully to the showers. Qillaq looked over to see the now-empty bed of his roommate. Another coyote bot was washing the rubber mattress cover with the wolf nowhere to be seen. Qillaq was secured in a gurney in five-point restraints. His wrists, ankles, neck and middle we locked into place.

Soon, he was being transported down the long corridors. The coyote had been here for several days since his capture, and the routine was sitting in. So it came as a surprise when it was taking him to a different room inside the mental hospital. Qillaq himself was wearing a dry patient uniform. He did need to pee, but he could hold it for now.

The robot turned towards a set of doors. The double doors automatically opened and he was wheeled inside the spacious room. The room had a washbasin, cabinets stacked with medical supplies and the floors and walls were covered in white tiles. It was lit with several rows of lights above and a large window at the far end of the room. The window was frosted, so it only let in the outside light but not a view. A spacious section of the tiled floor had an ever so slight tilt towards a drain that ran down one of the walls in the room.

The coyote bot parked the gurney and secured its brakes. The artificial coyote walked across the room to the cabinet near the sink and received some equipment. The coyote soon figured out that the robot was bringing over, stirrups. The machine attached the stirrups to mounting holes that were built into the gurney. With a metallic clack, thumb screws were tightened, and the stirrups were locked into place one at a time.

The robot then proceeded to undo the strap on one of the coyote's ankles. The machines were quite strong, but they were gentle as long as Qillaq didn't fight back. In his early struggles, he had soon learnt he couldn't overpower the robots, and that there were always reinforcements close by. The machine placed first his right and then his left foot paw into the stirrups so that his legs were up in the air and spread apart. The stirrups had built-in straps which allowed the robot to quickly secure the flesh and blood coyote's ankles into place.

Qillaq didn't know what was going on. Usually, in this part of the morning, he would be in the shower. The coyote was grateful for the morning shower not just for cleanliness, but it allowed him a chance to relieve his bladder. As with most mornings, it was quite full by the time he awoke strapped down to his bed in his small patient room. The robots would ignore his requests to visit the toilet until after his shower, so he would often have a wee as he was being bathed. He had another need that could wait with his bladder was the most pressing issue.

"What's up with this?' asked the coyote.

"You are due for a relaxing foot paw wash before your shower," said the machine in an electronic-sounding voice.

The nurse bots had been keeping him captive at the mental hospital for a few days. He had come to find Jamie, his fox friend, but ended up being committed. The nurse robot left for more supplies it brought a bowl of warm soapy water, two towels, a washcloth, a scrubbing brush and an oval-shaped sponge placing them on a table with caster wheels before bringing it to the foot of the coyote's bed. Qillaq's current position forced his legs apart, and his foot paws high into the air. The robot unfolded and placed a towel on the thin rubber mattress under each of the coyote's outstretched foot paws.

With Qillaq bound in place, the bot dipped its washcloth into the bowl of water. It took it out and rang out the extra water. Slowly the machine moved the wet cloth to the Qillaq's left foot paw and began dabbing it into his rubbery paw pads. The coyote's paw pads splayed wide open at the sudden contact. His toes parted open, trying to avoid the wet washcloth. With his paws held in place in the stirrups, the coyote's foot paws laid helpless and ready for the artificial coyote's attention.

Next, the robot started on the central pad, blotting and rubbing. Qillaq twisted his leg, but it didn't stop the machine from doing its work. Soon the black paw pad was wet with a good coating of water. The artificial coyote rinsed the washcloth and squeezed out the excess water. He turned his attention to the toe pads going over them one at a time. Lastly, the machine pressed the cloth between the real coyote's toes wetting the short fur found there.

Qillaq was very squirmy more due to the fullness of his bladder and lack of opportunity to visit the toilet than the actions of the robot nurse alone. He knew the machines were on their own schedule and no amount of complaining or bargaining on his part would change their plans for him.

Qillaq was breathing deeply now. Soft puffs of breath escaped the canine's muzzle. The coyote nurse bot had moved onto the other foot paw. The coyote's first paw was damp with water, some of it dripping down to the towel below. His black paw pads glistened under the light. He balled up and then splayed open his toes, matching his right paw now under the machine's attention.

The robot continued to wash the coyote's right foot paw. It returned the cloth to the bowl and walked over to the sink area. The machine took a bottle of green liquid soap and walked back to the bound coyote. It pumped out a good dollop of soap onto the sponge. The coyote robot pressed the soapy sponge into one of the coyote's foot paws and began working the soapsuds into the pads and between Qillaq's toes.

After some work, both of the coyote's paws were now sleek and slippery with soap bubbles. All soaped up and ready for a scrub. The coyote shivered under the attention.

The robot picked up the small scrubbing brush and began to scrub the coyote's right foot paw. He ran the scrubber in tight circles. The captive coyote was panting loudly before he bit down on his bottom lip. As the machine continued to work the more, the coyote continued to squirm and twist in his bonds. He was held tight and couldn't get away from relentless scrubbing. He only got a brief break when it switched to his other paw.

After a good scrubbing, the robot began to rinse the coyote's foot paws. It took a fresh washcloth from the table, dipping it into the clean bowl. The coyote's eyes focused on the washcloth as the artificial coyote squeezed out excess water back into the bowl. The coyote was twisting in his straps, still trying to get away from the machine's attention.

The mechanical animal didn't skip a beat as it continued to rinse the other soapy foot paw of the coyote. After the robot scrubbed at Qillaq's paw pads, the machine began drying the coyote's foot paws using the towels that had been placed under them. It dabbed and rubbed the black paws until they were dry.

It was then when the doors opened, and another creature was being wheeled in. There was an identical coyote robot transporting this new patient. Qillaq turned his head to get a better look at the other captive; he was a jet black panther. His head was bound in a canvas helmet, but otherwise, he was wearing the same patient uniform. The skin-tight spandex didn't hide much at all. The curve of the feline's sheath was clearly outlined in the white bodystocking. Once the panther was wheeled into position, the second robot turned its attention to setting up the paw washing for the new captive.

Qillaq's bladder was now throbbing, somehow he had held it during the paw washing treatment, but he needed the bathroom soon. It didn't help that he was still spread eagle by his bonds. The robot coyote began to set up a pair of stirrups for the panther patient. The machine locked the feline in the same position as Qillaq. The panther's tail flicked angrily, and his sharp claws shot out from his toes and fingers. He was trying to scratch the coyote robot, but the fact he was blinded by the helmet and the strength of his captor's arms kept his flailing leg from finding a target.

A muffled hiss could be heard from behind the helmet as the coyote bot finished placing the panther's foot paws in the stirrups. The machine changed the water and got a new set of paw washing implements for the panther. As the artificial coyote began wetting the panther's helpless pink paws, Qillaq shivered. He wouldn't last long with the wet, slopping and slurping sounds coming from the panther's paw washing.

Thankfully the first coyote bot began adjusting Qillaq's leg straps into a more comfortable position. It took off the stirrups from the gurney before Qillaq's ankles were strapped back down flat onto the gurney, and soon he was on the move once more. Qillaq was still desperate to piss, but at least he was in a better position to hold it. His anxiety began to fade as he recognised the hallway that led to the shower room.

Qillaq was wheeled into the shower room. There, a fox and another coyote bot who was strapping the half-undressed fox into neoprene shackles. The shackles were attached to stainless steel chains that were bolted into the floor and ceiling. Qillaq made eye contact with the fox. Qillaq was disappointed that he wasn't Jamie. It was then the coyote noticed the yellowish wet patch covering the groin of the fox's bodystocking.

The fox must have wet recently because his wet patch was still glossy under the lighting. The coyote bot who was pushing Qillaq's gurney began to unstrap him from his bounds. The fox had his arms strapped above his head, and his coyote bot pulled down his wet bodystocking past his chest, whist and down his legs slipping his bushy tail through the hemmed tail hole of the outfit in the process. The fox stepped out of the garment, and the coyote bot shackled his ankles, making sure the fox was bound. The coyote bot balled up the stained bodystocking and threw it into a pale blue laundry hamper in the corner of the room.

Qillaq was lifted by his coyote bot and placed in a shower chair. One that had been placed along the wall. He quickly crossed his legs and ran a hand paw to his crotch and promptly squeezed his sheath. His new position made it possible to hold his throbbing bladder. It was getting to the point where he needed to clamp down over his sheath just to hold back the flow. A sudden sound of water made Qillaq squirm as the other coyote robot began to shower the fox.

Qillaq soon realised he wasn't going to make it, especially with the constant shower sounds filling the room. He pulled his hand, paw away from his crotch and began to wet himself. The Lyra fabric bulged outwards before his piss permeated through it. The hot wetness flowed downwards into the seat and then out the slots at the rear tinkling to the tiled floor. His bladder shuddered as it gave up its contents. The machine watched over him with indifference as he continued to piss himself. Qillaq gave out a grunt of relief when it was over. He watched as his piss puddle flowed towards a drain in front of his position.

Qillaq was relieved he had pissed even though it was not at the time of his choosing. It had been getting painful to hold it those last few minutes. He looked over at the fox who was being rinsed from soap suds. Soon it would be his turn, and he would be cleaned of his own piss soaking the crotch of his outfit. The fox was soon unshackled and moved to the side of the room. Where some blow dryers had been installed.

As the fox was being dried off, the coyote bot responsible for Qillaq moved him towards the shower, unzipped the back of his bodystocking and eased out one of the coyote's arms. The process was repeated with his other arm, and the piss-stained suit was pulled down to around his waist. Qillaq's arms were cuffed into place, and the coyote bot removed the rest of the bodystocking from Qillaq's body. The last step was securing his ankles to the floor shackles before he was showered just like the fox before him.

The robots were gentle to him when they washed him so Qillaq tried to relax as much as one could bound in shackles in a shower room. He wondered where Jamie had got to. He had not seen him yet, but he was sure he was caught up in the automated asylum. The now dry fox was led out of the room by the coyote bot tending to him. He was still nude, but the coyote bots had a changing room next to this one; a door down in the corridor.

Qillaq was dressed in a clean bodystocking and escorted to the shared patient facilities. He wouldn't have to hold his bladder until after dinner as they were kept out of their bonds during the day. The machines let him and the other patients roam around a large part of the facility and generally left him alone as long as he wasn't making trouble. There was a canteen, day room and even an indoor pool that he could visit.

Qillaq decided to visit the facility's pool. It was open during the free time between meal services. The inmates in the shared areas were under the robot caretakers' surveillance, but it was better than being locked in their rooms. The indoor pool was found in a large room. Tall windows ran down one side with a grandstand along the opposite wall. Qillaq quickly swapped his bodystocking for a pair of purple speedo briefs in the small change room next to the pool.

The coyote walked out into the pool room and saw a few creatures were enjoying the water. There was one guard in the room. The lifeguard was an otter robot who was coloured red and white high visibility colours. The machine looked lighter and more agile for swimming; with webbed rubber foot paws and a tapered rubber wetsuit-like skin rather than the high gloss of the coyote nurse models.

Qillaq climbed up into the grandstands to the top back row and shifted a few seats down from the leftmost stair aisle. Up here, he was alone as he could be in this place. The pool only had the otter guard, and he was always watching the water and not paying attention to anyone hanging out in the grandstands.

Qillaq began to relax as he watched the other creatures in the large pool. The young coyote had an ulterior motive for choosing this spot. Qillaq hadn't had a chance to attend to his sexual needs during his time held prisoner here, and it was making him pent up. He could see if anyone was coming up. At least this side of the stairs. What was most important was his lower half was concealed by his elevated position and the rows of seating in front of him. It was as much privacy as he was going to get.

It was time for a visit from Mrs paw and her five daughters. Qillaq ran his favourite hand paw to his crotch cupping himself and brushing his thumb pad over the rounded bulge of his sheath. With some gentle kneading and clutching, it didn't take long for his canine cock to slide out of its sheath into the gentle grasps of his paw pads. His erection tented out his speedo. The smooth pliant fabric offered more stimulation for his budding arousal.

"Qillaq, what are you doing here?" came a voice.

Qillaq nearly fell off his seat at the sudden sound. He flipped his head to the right and instantly recognised the vulpine face of Jamie. He was glad to see him despite being caught masturbating, his muscles tensed as the fox sat down next to him.

"Jamie," said Qillaq.

"Please tell me you didn't end up captured trying to find me," said Jamie.

"I enquired about your car that was found in the impound lot, and the officer said it had been parked here," said the coyote.

"...and did you tell anyone you had a leed on my disappearance?" asked Jamie.

Qillaq fell silent as Jamie's golden vulpine eyes regarded him with quiet rage. There were a tense few seconds before the fox spoke.

"You realise we're both fucked now. I had my boss pay me a visit the other day to tell me he was glad I was in treatment. The robots had a false report that they have told everyone who is coming looking for me," said Jamie.

"They told me some bullshit too so I said I wouldn't leave until I saw you," said Qillaq.

"Well, now that you've seen me. Our mechanical friends will let you just Waltz out the door," said Jamie, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You must have told your boss it was a mistake and to call the police," said Qillaq.

"Oh, that was kind of hard with the muzzle gag they had fitted me with. That, and the straightjacket really sold my sanity, but I think what sold it the most was the stuff the nurse bots had drugged me with. I was twitching and rocking back and forth like I pretty much belong here," said Jamie.

"I came here to save you, why are you pissed off at me," growled Qillaq.

"Well, who's going to come and save you, Qillaq?" snapped Jamie.

The pair sat in silence for a hot minute. Jamie was right, they were both trapped in this place. There wasn't much he could do to help Jamie from the inside.

"I'm sorry," said Jamie, taking one of Qillaq's hand paws before giving it a squeeze.

The fox pulled in close and kissed Qillaq with his soft, flexible tongue. Jamie brushed his hand paws through Qillaq's white chest fur. The fox brought his muzzle lower, nuzzling it into the coyote's chest and the belly fur. Qillaq let out a long breath, petting Jamie and rubbing his pointed vulpine ears.

"What are you doing?" murmured Qillaq.

"Apologising," said Jamie before licking his chops.

In a swift movement, Jamie's pointed muzzle was between Qillaq's thighs. His cold nose pressing into his crotch almost made Qillaq jump. The coyote looked around and saw the other creatures were not paying attention to them up in the grandstand. Jamie's lanky body had curled out of sight onto the floor of the aisle. He pressed his muzzle into Qillaq's crotch and sniffed the coyote's speedos. Qillaq looked down at the twitching tip of Jamie's tail before turning his gaze forward, trying to act natural.

Jamie's tongue was now licking Qillaq's balls outlined in the tight spandex. Jamie's wet licks and smacking lips were the loudest sound in the world for the coyote. His eyes darted about as he could feel his body react to the fox's amorous actions. The other captives/patients were swimming or lounging by the side of the pool. The robot otter lifeguard was focused solely on the creatures in the water and not the grandstands behind him. Qillaq huffed out a breath as he felt his fox friend press his snout into the tightening bulge of his sheath and cock trapped inside his speedo.

Qillaq was getting into it as the past few sexless days were catching up with him. He huffed and puffed trying to suppress the sounds of pressure from giving away the game. The coyote reached down to try to ease his erection out of his speedo, but Jamie took his hand paw away, squeezing it as a sign that the fox knew what he was doing. Qillaq could feel Jamie's lips curl into a grin through the tented fabric before the fox stabbed his snout into Qillaq's crotch.

The fabric of his speedo felt heavenly, perhaps aided by Jamie's slobbery vulpine kisses and the copious amount of pre he was leaking. Nuzzles and kisses, licks and even playful nibbles were working up Qillaq up to a peak. Jamie rubbing his snout up and down the taut fabric made Qillaq squirm. His body tightened, and he grabbed the back of the chair in front of him as he blew his load into his tight speedos.

Jamie tongued at the peak of Qillaq's bulge as peril coloured cum seeped through the speedo. Jamie pulled away after the last of Qillaq's cum pulsed into his swimming briefs. He shot the coyote a toothy vulpine grin before returning to the seat next to Qillaq. After a few moments of recovery, the coyote looked down at his speedo. He reeked of male musk, and gooey coyote cream seeped out mixing with Jamie's saliva coating his crotch.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you. I just didn't want you trapped in here because of me," said Jamie.