The Rape of Shelly
The Rape of Shelly
Disclaimer: Depictions of M/M sexual activity, including bestiality, are included in this work of fiction. If this is objectionable to you, or illegal in your area, stop reading now.
His professors said that Kenya was the perfect place for Shelly to finish his doctorate in Breeding and Genetics. The Grevy's zebra program at the Lewa Wildlife Conservancy in Nairobi would actually pay him for his efforts, and when he wasn't out in the field, he could stay at the University of Nairobi and use their facilities. It seemed too good to be true, but with the support of his family and friends, Shelly had found the courage to say 'yes'.
That's why Shelly now found himself staring into a dusty, floor length mirror. He had learned so much in fourteen months, and he bore the marks and scars of his education. The wolftaur stood in the hut that he had built, under the tutelage of the native humans and furs. He was nearly naked, having paid a dear price for earlier vanity. The scars on his forearms and one on his lower ribcage were a direct result of getting his clothing snagged by flora, or their scent rejected by the native wildlife. These days he sported a simple, skin tight loincloth around his hind legs, in order to keep his sheath and dangling balls in check when he ran. The rest of his grey-furred body was bare. When he first arrived in Africa, he was a little chubby. But now, his chest and hindquarters were somewhat toned, and his four legs and two arms were quite muscled from the manual labor.
The wolftaur put up with the hardships because he loved his job, and he was getting a real education. Tonight he had to collect a sample from 1382, so he packed his rucksack accordingly. Shelly used to find that the subsonic tranquilizer gun would bruise his shoulder, but these days he didn't even bother with a shock absorber. The wolf had learned how to hold and fire the weapon properly, and had even become a fairly good shot.
As he was heading out the door, the 'taur staggered a bit, having to steady himself against the locally crafted bed frame. It was the jumbled daydream again. The high pitched animal sounds. The urge to rut that washed over him so strongly, his loincloth bulged. The heavy feeling that seeped through his back and into his heart. Shelly drew a few deep breaths, giving himself a minute to recover. "I've been out here way too long." the lupine muttered to himself. He shook his head, and staggered out the door.
Finding 1382 and bringing the beast down with a mild tranq was surprisingly easy, as dusk crawled over the savanna. This pleased Shelly to no end, because it meant that he could enjoy his time with the proud zebra. The wolftaur's ears flushed at the thought, as he unpacked his gear in order to make the collection. Most breeders would say that he enjoyed this far too much, but fuck them. They were 10,000 miles away, and couldn't know what this wild country and isolation really felt like. He could hear the words of his professor, describing the process ever so clinically as the 'taur acted it out:
The electro-ejaculator is the most commonly used method to obtain a semen sample in large quadrupeds...
Shelly crouched next to the fallen stallion and swallowed hard as he drew forth the smooth metal probe. It was a manual ejaculator, which meant he could dial the power up slowly, to cause the least possible discomfort to the animal. He snapped on latex gloves over his paws, flexing his digits.
The removal of fecal matter immediately above the accessory sex glands is critical to the success of the process.
The wolftaur lovingly slipped the blunt but narrow plug inside, giving 1382 a brief enema. He shivered as the zebra twitched, but was in such a dream state that he didn't voice a complaint. When the process was over, he shivered in anticipation.
The electrode is placed in the rectum immediately above the sex glands. Remember that the electrodes should face ventral.
Slowly he poured two thick lines of lube over the faux-shaft, and pawed over it from tip to base. He nibbled his lower lip, pretending that it was his own hardness being prepared for the striped rear laid out before him. He lifted the zebra's tail and pushed into the mildly resisting boy cunt. The 'taur growled just a little.
The technique is one of a gradual build-up of electrical stimulation until the quadruped has an erection, protrusion of the penis, and eventual ejaculation.
The wolftaur's breathing came hard as he dialed up the power, and the zebra's black shaft quickly started to engorge. He whimpered, feeling the strain of his loincloth, working the faux cock deeper until it hilted in his mate, his 1382's beautiful tailstar. He pressed the automatic setting on the ejaculator so that both his paws would be free for the finale.
Place the collection cup, known in the industry as the 'loving cup', at the best angle to contain the ejaculate.
Moaning aloud, Shelly placed the cup under the zebra's turgid black cock tip. His eyes were fixed on the now-throbbing shaft, and both of his paws dove in to 'help the process along'. Spreading lube all over the semi-conscious zebra's dick, the lupine massaged swollen, overstimulated balls even as he was lovingly masturbating 1382. Shelly's saliva dripped freely from his muzzle as he watched and felt the trunk in his paw pulse, throb, and drool. He jacked the zebra quickly, a keening coming from deep in his chest as he willed the stud to empty. The beast's body twitched and shuddered, and to Shelly's whimpering joy, 1382 fired off jet after jet of sperm into the waiting collection cup. The wolftaur cupped those churning balls close to 1382's body, murring softly to express his appreciation. When the zebra had backed down to a slow drip, the lupine lowered a shaking muzzle to the flared cockhead, quickly licking it clean as his ears burned with embarrassment.
When the collection was finished, Shelly was on autopilot. He cleaned up, sealed the collection cup, and packed up with an efficiency borne from repetition. He heard 1382 make his way to all fours and unsteadily stagger off, but he didn't look back. The 'taur only made it about 50 yards before he tore off his loincloth. Lifting the legs on one side of his body and whimpering needily, the taur fell to his side and curled a bit. He grasped the head of his shaft and pumped it rapidly, images of what he had just done playing in his mind. The lupine wantonly writhed in the tall grass, quiet yips being drawn from his throat as his paw flew faster. The eerie daydream started to replay in his head, which caused him to slip over the edge. It was his turn to throb, his turn to spill hot seed into the early summer night. He coated his forepaw in sticky wolftaur cum, the rest falling to the fertile ground below. In his animal lust, Shelly lapped and sucked the salty fluid from each of his drenched digits.
Panting, the wolftaur retrieved his loincloth, his gear, and a small measure of control. He loped back to his hut, ignorant of the prying eyes that had been watching him with disapproval. Shelly didn't feel the foul wind at his back, which was the last warning that he would get.
The next day was a day like any other for Shelly. He had done all of his feeding rounds, and tonight was 1265's turn for a good milking. Unconsciously licking his lips, the wolftaur cinched up his pack, and looks around for his tranq gun. He frowned. It had been right in the corner last night, and he didn't remember cleaning it. Had he left it at the main camp when he dropped off last night's sample for storage and traded his battery packs for recharged ones?
The whistling and sudden sting in his rear told him at least part of the story. Stunned, incredulous, the lupine spun around to face his attacker. There was no way that the drugs had kicked in yet, but all Shelly saw was a dark form standing in his open doorway. It was like the gas light hanging in the center of his hut couldn't penetrate the dusk, which had permeated his room. Permeated his body. And suddenly, his mind. The wolftaur groaned and staggered to all sixes, his hind legs slowly failing him. He fought for breath as numbers ran through his mind. Body mass of a 'taur. Dosage meant for a zebra. As the black fog rolled over him, he knew that he could survive the tranquilizer, though the fear gripping his heart gave him no false hopes about surviving whatever ordeal was fated for that night.
Shelly awoke in the midst of a blinding light, when all around was dark. He heard a deep moaning. It took a few seconds to realize that it was his own, and a few more to register why he was moaning. The 'taur was laid out over something firm that had a little give. His cock was enveloped in something cool and slick. And lodged deep in the wolftaur's ass was the electro ejaculator, it's currents buzzing through his prostrate and balls, teasing him to full, dripping hardness.
It dawned on him that the grip on his member was a false mare: A leather lined frame that an equine mounts and ruts, to deposit his seed. The wolf wasn't bound in any way, but just like his zebras, he could hardly move after the drugging. He pawed weakly at the air, still very much under the influence of the damned tranquilizers. He never considered how frightening, how helpless it would be. All the wolf could do was whimper and wait for the ejaculator to do it's job.
But that was not to be. A paw slowly raised the wolftaur's tail, and after a couple of shallow, taunting thrusts, the ejaculator was roughly pulled out. Shelly cried, sobs wracking his body. It didn't hurt, he simply didn't have the energy to thrust into the leathery confines that held his aching member, and he couldn't pull away because his knot had swelled and tied him to the inanimate device.
Shelly realized that his tail was still being held up. His ears flushed hotly, and he pressed his cheek fur into the 'neck' of the false mare. His body was on full display for his captors, whoever they may be. He was held like that for a good ten seconds before he heard the barking-whinny. The lupine's halfhearted flailing ceased all together when he realized what this was, and the cold panic set in. This was revenge.
From all around the prone lupine, blank and white striped bodies entered into the lit area. He could see their bobbing, fully erect members. He could see their eyes, glowing red in a sinister way. They milled around him, high-pitched zebra barks filling his ears. Soon after, Shelly felt the first hard, dripping animal cock being pressed to his lewdly exposed, artificially relaxed tailstar.
All Shelly could do was replay his dark dreams. The heavy feeling of a rutting zebra laid over his back made the wolftaur shiver. This was the stuff of his fantasies and nightmares: The long, thick cock that suddenly wormed its way into his tailhole. The eager hunching of a zebra's hips against his own, mating him with long thrusts. Playing the part of unwilling mare to the powerful beasts that he worshiped. Fucked by those powerful flanks and thighs; by the same dripping cocks that he had so often molested.
The one mercy: The rocking that the zebra was causing sympathetically tugged and thrust the wolftaur's knot into the grip of the false mare below him. He closed his eyes, and in his imagination he was in the middle of a zebra sandwich, thrusting into the tight asses that he touched every day, claimed forcefully by the cocks that he shamefully suckled on after performing his duty. Something came over him. Shelly's whimpering and crying became blatantly happy, finally able to abandon himself to these wonderful creatures.
Shelly's ears were filled with barking whinnies. He felt the massive dick, the shaft that so lewdly split his asscheeks and fucked him so thoroughly, throb and unleash a flood into his colon. As he was filled to beyond his limits and the cum started to roll down his thighs, the 'taur cried out, very softly. He felt a soft paw holding his dick and milking it. His ears burned as hot as they've ever been, as his balls emptied, filling a medium sized 'loving cup' almost to the brim.
As the first, sated stud slid from his back and the zebra cum flowed freely down the wolf's hind legs, Shelly knew what his role would be tonight and perhaps forever. The next stallion took the place of the first, his slightly bigger shaft sliding home with a victorious whinny. The lupine was well stretched and complete once again. Having regained a little bit of muscle control, the wolftaur squeezed down on the zebra's dick with stretched sphincter. He was the herd's mare, and he would please each of them in turn. He reached out with forepaws to grab and stroke two of the shafts hanging under striped bellies. The tears of joy rolled down his cheekfur, even as another hot, hard shaft probed at his lips when one of the more creative stallions reverse mounted the false mare. The shaman, seeing Shelly surrender to his deserved role, sang praises and laid out the next collection cup under the wolftaur's dripping manhood. Paws jerking, tailhole clenching, muzzle suckling tenderly, the young undergrad happily abandoned himself to his chosen field of study.