A fight for life
A fight for life
Kevin awoke with a groan, his fur damp with sweat from the heat of the van. Rolling sideways to look up and out the window, he saw that the sun was still below the window frame - Early morning.
He looked around, confirming he was alone, before he suddenly realized what had woken him up.
He had to go to the bathroom. Bad.
Whimpering in discomfort, he tightened his rear as much as he could, shifting forward so that his legs were pulled tight. He wasn't going to crap on himself, not on his watch. The pressure increased, but in it's tightened position, none escaped.
He spent the day like that, his back arched and his tail tucked tight, all effort into not giving into this humiliation.
As the day wore on, his throat burned dry and his stomach ached, increasing his need for assistance.
****
As night fell, he squirmed, praying his tormentor would return and at least have a little mercy. About 45 minutes later, he heard the crunch of gravel as a car pulled up behind the van.
Approaching footsteps, the cool breeze across his backside as the door opened.
"Please, I have to go to the bathroom, will you let me out?"
No reply, except for an irritated sigh.
The footsteps retreated, but the door was open. A little reassurance that the Dalmatian wasn't leaving.
After a few minutes of silence, he came back. "Okay, I've got a gun. If you try and run, you won't get far. Understand?"
"Yeah, please hurry! I can't hold it.."
The zip ties attaching his hands and feet were cut, and the Dalmatian lifted him out of the van. Placing him on his feet on the side away from the road, he motioned with his gun, signaling for him to go.
Kevin hobbled on numb, sore legs towards a tree, putting his back against it and finally letting go. As he did his business, he glanced around, trying to figure out where he was. Off down the road, he could see the lights of the city casting their hue on the sky above. Probably five or six miles. He found a landmark that would tell him which way to go when he escaped, and memorized it.
Having finished, he walked back to the van, sure he'd know which way to go if he got out.
"Turn around and put your hands on the van so I can clean you." The older canine held up a water bottle and a roll of toilet paper.
Kevin complied, only squirming slightly as the cool water sprayed under his tail. The Dalmatian was a little rough with the toilet paper, but at this point Kevin didn't care. He knew there were worse things coming for him than this.
The Dalmatian had him sit down, and rebound him, before putting him back in the van to feed and drink. Kevin was compliant as best as he could be, as he wanted to get as much food out of this as possible. After the third can of "Mashed Carrots" he got reattached to the pole and put back as he were before.
The flashlight on and in the Dalmatian's hand, he watched as the Dalmatian undressed for the second time and pulled a bottle of something out of his pocket.
Kneeling behind Kevin, the Dalmatian squirted some lubricant on his fingers and grabbed the raccoon's tail in his other paw. Holding the furred appendage up and out of the way, he began to liberally apply the lube around and inside Kevin's tail hole. The raccoon whined as his tight ring was spread by the Dalmatian's fingers, but he knew he could do nothing about it, so he lay still, trying to ignore the discomfort.
He began to picture his house, his mom. He didn't know who his dad was, but he did his best to imagine him there as well. He thought about how his mother was so worried by now, and that he might never see her again.
The tears that leaked onto the dirty, corroded floor weren't tears of pain, they were sadness. He had to get out of this, had to get back home.
The Dalmatian's fingers pulling out brought him back to reality, and he tried to see what the Dalmatian was doing, but couldn't. The Dalmatian suddenly grabbed him by the hips and held his rump up, causing Kevin to cry out in pain as his neck was twisted to a painful angle. The next thing he was aware of was something prodding at his rear, then he screamed in agony as he was torn open brutally as the canine forced the first half of his cock in. Tears blurred Kevin's vision as he tried to escape back into his head, but he couldn't. Not this time. The pain in his rear became a burning ache as the Dalmatian grunted in pleasure, not caring about the injuries being caused to the boy below him.
Kevin tried to cry but felt choked; he couldn't breath, the pain was so intense as the Dalmatians balls slammed into his own, and the Dalmatian's knot popped in then back out quickly, not engorged enough to stick completely. He could smell blood, and he was sure it was his own, he could feel it trickling down his leg as he was robbed of his innocence violently.
The canine put his weight on the small raccoon's back, howling in his hard thrusts. This presented a new problem to Kevin - The bar was pushing into his gut, cutting off his air. He grabbed the rail and tried to shift, but couldn't. He was already growing weak with lack of oxygen as the Dalmatian's knot popped in him solidly. The pain was there, but it wasn't his anymore, another life - another time. The Dalmatian leaned forwards and bit the raccoon's shoulder as he climaxed, his teeth sinking into the flesh. As Kevin faded out, the canine suddenly realized what was happening, and pulled up off of the raccoon. Not that he cared about the raccoon's life, he just didn't want to be tied to a dead body for twenty minutes or more.
That wasn't sexy.
He cut the raccoon's bonds and pulled him off of the rail, then spun the raccoon to face him - his back on the floor. Trying to remember the CPR lessons he'd taken as a lifeguard, he did ten chest compressions then leaned in to breathe some air into the boy. After several times doing this, the raccoon gasped, and his eyes opened wide.
Kevin looked up into the eyes of his assailant, then screamed in agony, the pain under his tail hitting him full on. He raised his hands to fight the Dalmatian away, but his wrists were quickly pinned and retied, the zip tie linking him the rail he had been bound to.
The canine smiled down at him, pulling back slightly to watch the raccoon whimper in pain as his insides were further abused. Deciding that the coon was no threat, he sat up and watched as the blood trickled down the boy's arm, following it's path with hungry eyes. Using one finger, he dabbed some of it off of the wound and licked it off with relish. He loved the taste of blood, but not in the sense of a vampire thing. He liked it like some people like eating butter straight from the wrapper.
After his cock had deflated enough for his knot to pop out, he tied Kevin's ankles and reattached them to his hands over the rail. Being the merciful sonavabitch he was, he decided to let Kevin lay on his back on the floor, instead of draped over the rail. He quickly dressed the bite on Kevin's shoulder and left, taking the light and his clothes out of the boy's world which had shrunk to the size of the vehicle he was bound in.
On his back, Kevin sobbed in agony before leaning up to where his new position allowed him to and gnawed at the ties, knowing it would take a long time to chew through them without biting himself in the process. Blood trickled over his tail, and he faintly wondered how much damage had been done back there.
****
Erica sat at the police station, waiting quietly for the detective that was on Kevin's case.
After a few minutes, a grizzled fox looked out the door she was by and motioned her in quietly. Following his direction, she sidestepped him into his small office and shook his hand briefly.
"I'm Detective Hayes, I am working on getting your son back and finding the kidnapper. We have a suspect, unfortunately we have no way of being sure it was him. He is a past convicted pedophile, and he just got out on parole nine months ago. Problem is, he never contacted his PO, and his home was empty when we searched it. The way your son was snatched followed his pattern closely, along with some evidence that may be a bit 'graphic' in your taste. At the pool, we found a dead female lifeguard. She had been strangled in the office that overlooks the pool. Her time of death puts it shortly after your son was dropped off. We believe that the suspect may have been volunteering at the pool and he murdered the lifeguard upon seeing your son enter the pool alone."
Eric nodded numbly, trying to comprehend what was going on. Just two days ago she had dropped Kevin off, and now she wasn't sure she'd ever see him again.
"We have sent the highway patrol down every exit interstate, and if our suspicions are correct, we should find that he's operating out of a vehicle again. Unfortunately, that's all we've got but we'll keep you updated."
She nodded again, and shook his hand before leaving. She knew another tearful sleepless night awaited her, and she drove home in silence, no radio, no nothing.
****
Morning came, and Kevin fell asleep, unable to remain conscious any more. As his weight pulled down, the zip tie binding his hands broke and he curled up on the floor, unaware of how close to freedom he was.
****
Detective Hayes rubbed his eyes, he had been up all night working on the case, and he'd just told the field officers where to search. He laid back on the futon in the back of his office and dozed off.
****
Kevin awoke with a start, having had a nightmare he could only vaguely recall. He reached up and rubbed his head, then suddenly realized he was able to do so. Yipping with joy, he brought his ankles up and began to frantically grind the tie on a sharp edge in the wall of the van. He looked up and saw it was almost night, and his moves became more frantic as he knew his time was short.
****
Donovan Shepard grinned as he wheeled the Pontiac onto the now familiar road, counting down the minutes until he could share his last night with the boy before moving on.
The Dalmatian sang along with the radio, feeling joyous. Tonight would be one hell of a celebration.
****
"We know where he is."
Erica couldn't believe her ears. "Really?" It was all she could think of to ask.
"We'll need you to identify, so I'll need you to come with us. I'll be at your door in ten minutes."
She thanked him, and hurried to dress quickly. She wanted to believe the Detective was right, but the despair that had settled over her was holding her tight."
She stood by the door and waited, glancing at the clock before going to sit on the porch.
****
Kevin's ankles broke free and his shout of triumph filled the van.
Getting up, he reached into the Dalmatian's bag and after a little rummaging grabbed an unopened bottle of water. He opened the door, and stepped outside, unaware that danger was heading his way right now.
He took off at a run, looking into the lights the of the city, not caring that he was naked. He was free.
As he ran, he spotted a par of headlights in the distance. He panicked at first, but than realized that the high beams proved it not to be the canine's car.
He ran to the side of the road, and leapt, waving his arms and shouting as the vehicle approached, unaware of who was driving right behind.
The truck stopped, the driver rushing out to get him as he spotted the dried blood in between the boy's legs and seeping through the bandages on his arm. He took the raccoon's hand and rushed him to the passenger side as the white Pontiac pulled up behind him.
Donovan watched in horror as the raccoon was loaded into the passenger side, and he stepped out of the car, pulling his handgun free of his coat as he went. He watched the coyote climb into the driver's seat, then leveled off and fired.
Kevin looked up at his savior as the canine rounded the front of the truck. The raccoon reached for the seatbelt and began to buckle as the coyote got in.
"Thank you!" He smiled for what felt like the first time in a while, but it turned into a horrified scream as the driver's head bucked, blood spattering the now broken windshield as the coyote slumped forwards in the seat. Kevin unlatched the seatbelt, then snatched the knife that was sitting in the sheath on the would-be hero's waist.
He steadied himself outside of the car, and yelped as he was tackled, the knife almost slipping, but he pulled it back as they fell and managed to plunge it into the Dalmatian's cheek. He was released , and he took off at a dead sprint into the dark, away from the road.
Donovan sputtered, blood flowing freely from his sliced cheek, and he grabbed the knife and pulled it free. As he did so, something pink dropped from his mouth and glistened in the headlights; the tip of his own tongue.
He looked for the kid, and saw a shadow fleeting between the trees. He leveled his handgun and fired twice, aiming low, for the backs of the retreating legs.
Kevin screamed as a branch near him exploded, and he dove low, the next bullet clipping his side.
Putting a hand to his side, tears flowing freely, he got back to his feet an took of running again.
Donovan watched in triumph as the boy fell, but his joy faded as the boy got back to his feet, and kept running.
Tucking his gun back into his jacket, he took of after the boy, hoping he'd be able to get the last word in this.
****
The police car's headlights illuminated the two stopped vehicles ahead, and Hayes ordered Erica to stay put.
Moving up, handgun drawn, he could make out blood on the truck's windshield and a slumped form in the driver's seat.
His breath caught, and he moved up, checking the car before moving up to confirm the boy wasn't there.
He keyed his radio and called in the 187 before beginning to move back to the police car. Off to his right, in his far peripheral vision, he sighted a shadow running between the trees.
Turning and taking off at a dead sprint, he heard two gun reports, and his heart almost stopped. Donovan was going to go down, dead or alive.
****
The thick underbrush scratched Kevin's legs as he ducked between trees. He made sure to keep turning right as he aimed to pull a circle back to the road. The thick crashing in the underbrush behind him told him the Dalmatian was close.
The Dalmatian fired again, this time the bullet going wide and smashing into a tree a foot away from Kevin as he ducked under a limb. He ran into a clearing, heading towards the opposite tree line.
He didn't make it that far.
A bullet smashed into his calf, and he went down. He was wounded, the Dalmatian already on top of him as Kevin cried out in pain.
"I'll teach you to fuck with me!" the Dalmatian unzipped his pants and hefted his penis out, stroking it to life before jamming it under the raccoon's tail.
Kevin screamed as the unlubricated penis tore into his backside, and the canine howled with triumph as he sank into the boy.
"You are under arrest, Donovan. Get off the boy and put your hands on your head."
Donovan drew his pistol and fired, the bullet smacking into the detective's shoulder. Instinctively, Hayes fired back, and with a dull crunch, Donovan fell forwards onto the boy, his liquefied brain pouring out onto the boy's back.
Hayes leapt forwards, rolling the Dalmatian off of the injured boy, confirming the Dalmatian was dead.
Picking up the boy with his good arm, Hayes holstered his pistol and began to head back to the police car.
Epilogue:
Kevin was reunited with his mother, and was rushed to the hospital where he was treated for the bite on his arm and the bullet was removed form his calf.
The coyote's family was devastated at the loss, and Kevin and his mother attended the funeral the following week.
Donovan's dead body remains unfound, as the next day the river swelled in a storm, and washed the scene clean.
20 years later:
After extensive therapy, Kevin was finally able to join the working world at age 21 and he now works as a detective today. He specializes in kidnappings and missing person's cases.
Detective Hayes retired, the injury having caused extensive nerve damage to his arm. He now spends his time at home with his wife, enjoying the later years of his life. Him and Kevin have stayed in touch over the years, and Kevin considers him like a father.
The End