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In Treatment

Part II - The Treatment

2009 by Eldyran

Chris woke up to a haze of harsh static and a blurred view of a broken timber log ceiling. His face and muzzle felt like a baseball on the ninth inning. A dried flake of cum still clung to a corner of his right eye.

He had woken up in worse spots though.

This had been the craziest prison he had ever had the misfortune of visiting, or the most secure asylum. The coyote had no idea where this abandoned logging camp was located, this 'Rehabilitation Center', only that it sat high up in the Sierras. He also had no idea who the bear was that seemed to maintain it, only that the towering Kodiak had jacked off right onto his face and muzzle sometime yesterday.

The first thing Chris did to start off his already lackluster morning was to take a paw and pull out the offending material caked on his eyelashes. First order of morning business completed, objective fulfilled. A good start so far. Too bad when he moved his paw even further to wipe away the sleep from his bleary eyes the bite of rusty chain around his thin wrists broke that lucky streak.

What the fuck? Chris thought to himself, looking down the length of rusty links to a corroded diesel engine radiator. A heavy duty padlock secured yote, chain, and hunk of rust together; none of the three going anywhere anytime soon.

"YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME!" the coyote yelled at no one in particular, kicking about on his back like a spoiled brat. Straw scratched at his furry bare backside. Chris looked down at his naked body, chained up like some common stray dog in Mississippi. Whoever this bear was, he had a real demented, backwoods streak to him. Judge Carver and crew must have seen too much Cool Hand Luke to send the disorderly coyote here.

Rehabilitation his ass.

He looked through the haze of disorientation around himself. Aside from the impromptu ball and chain, the room he slept in yesterday hadn't changed. The wooden boards stacked neatly over in the corner sat unmoved, and the bear had not disturbed a single straw of hay in the yote's piled of makeshift bedding.

Bright morning light filtered through the nearby window, a small stripe of a shadow falling across him from where someone had duct taped a crack in the glass. He sat up with a pained grown, felt the tight sinew in his back creak in protest. His head swam, eyes trying to keep track of the room's vertigo. They failed and Chris fell back to the floor into the layer of hay at his back.

A sudden urge to vomit crept up the back of Chris' throat and he rolled over, dry heaving into the scattered bale. Little came out except a thick trickle of yellow green bile. A sudden wave of black overcame him.

Chris opened his eyes again, and then wearily scanned the room. How long had he been out? The shadow of the stripe had moved quite a ways. How long? He couldn't be sure. The only thing he knew was that his bladder screamed bloody murder. Chris braved the momentary moment of vertigo to roll on his back and listen to the rest of the run down cabin.

It, like his own room, was empty.

He got to his shaky hind feet and stumbled around. The scrape of heavy lumber yard chain dragging along the scuffed floor filled the small room. Chris almost fell backwards when the rusty links jinked him backwards. He looked around for anything that he could use to break the padlock, kicking about the straw scattered about before finding the wooden mallet from yesterday. The coyote went back over to the padlock before kneeling to inspecting it, turning it back and forth in a paw.

It glinted in the harsh glare of afternoon sunlight that filtered through the dusty, cracked window.

Chris brought the mallet up before swinging at the padlock. It bounced and rattled about, but did not break. He threw the mallet into the corner with a snarl, before groping back around the straw again. He barked when a needle jabbed the thick pads of his paw, but quickly fished it up with a malevolent grin. The coyote crawled back over to the padlock like a mutt before attempting to pick the lock with the pin. That too ended in nothing but frustration; the pin's profile too thin to shift the heavy duty tumblers contained within.

It took a while for the yote to calm down, half an hour at least. Any of previous Chris's cell mates would attest to his ease of irritability. The coyote almost got shivved half a dozen times alone for his restless pacing along the bars, his stir crazy nature infectious to those around him. Other times, often in the worst circumstances, the yote might be overly complacent. It was that unsettling unpredictability and random mood swings that sent him a different type of cell upstate for psychiatric evaluation. An unprovoked violent outburst would send him right back to county.

It was the unbroken wash rinse cycle of the damned.

Chris certainly didn't believe in karma, let alone anything else. Life was just a game meant to be played until your turn was up. There was no winning this demented game, so one might as well have fun with it. Even if it meant inconveniencing its other players here and there.

The sudden creak and slam of the front screen door perked his keen canid ears, and the yote's prestigious paws danced in twitchy anticipation. He waited for the Kodiak to pop his head into the room, but blinked when he heard him settle into the kitchen table chairs with a loud creak. A few moments later Chris caught a quiet, rhythmic scrape.

"Hey! I'm in hereee!" Chris yelled out with an annoying drawn out bark. The scraping paused momentarily, but then resumed. "This isn't funny, Klondike! " The yote screamed even louder.

The Kodiak ignored him.

After about fifteen minutes of screaming, the bear got up, his chair giving a relieved creak. Another screech and bang of the screen door, and his captor was gone again. Chris almost threw a wooden 2x4 through the ducted taped window in frustration, but then realized if the weather turned worse he'd have snow flakes drifting through the break. For a moment he contemplated using a glass shard to cut off his thumb and slip through the chains.

He smirked a bit at himself. It would be an awesome idea to gush blood hundreds of miles away from the nearest hospital or even first aid kit, let alone ignoring the fact he was too squeamish to chew off really bad hang nails. Chris slumped down next to the radiator and an unexpected wave of despair rolled over him. His belly grumbled. His bladder screamed.

An hour later the bear returned, and Chris threw the wooden mallet down the hallway. It gave a hollow bang, some clatters, and a light skid before coming to rest somewhere in the kitchen. The bear appeared in the doorway a moment later, looking at the scrawny, naked coyote with a blank stare. He clutched a unfinished whittling project in one mammoth paw; some type of novelty tiny totem pole. Chris tucked his paws between his furry thighs and danced some.

"I have to pee man!" He whined, his squirm genuine. The Kodiak continued to stare.

"So?"

"So ... what do you mean SO!?" Chris bared his fangs and danced to the end of his rusty leash, growling. It didn't seem to impress the bear, who folded his meaty arms in front of his overall's suspenders. "I'm going to piss myself unless you do something about it!"

"You don't say." The bear's jowls tightened, his thick ursine claws flexing in mild annoyance.

The look on Chris' muzzle grew priceless as his captor called his bluff with extreme indifference. After a moment of silence the coyote straightened and relaxed. A second later foamy yellow burbled up around his sheath opening and the stream of urine ran down the coyote's leg. It pooled underneath Chris, its stench scrunching up the bear's nose.

His captor turned and left without so much as a look of disgust.

The coyote stared blankly on as the bear left outside again. Chris listened on to the complete silence of the cabin. Its emptiness pressed down on him, and the yote slumped back down against the radiator before slipping into a light doze of monotony and desolation. The angry black hole in his stomach wouldn't allow for anything else. But at least his bladder felt better.

To bad his nose couldn't say the same.

* * * * *

It was well past mid day before the bear returned, a grim overcast now falling across the endless sky above the pine tops. One of Chris' eyes peeked open, and the annoying hiss of a dehydration headache took back stubborn residence in his thick skull. The coyote tried to drag the radiator with him outside the room, and he moved the corroded block about three inches before the bear came to investigate the strained grunts.

"Bell hop, where is the comment card? I want to let management know ... YOUR HOSPITALITY SUCKS SHIT!" Chris screamed, almost right up into the Kodiak's cream colored under muzzle. "Now cut the BULLSHIT and get me a phone DAMMIT."

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to call a lawyer and SUE your happy ASS!" Chris flew the nameless bear the bird. "The law requires you to give me one phone call." The bear seemed to mull over what the coyote had just said, and with a light shrug, left to go find one.

A triumphant grin split the coyote's muzzle for approximately twenty five seconds. On second twenty six a broken, black rotary phone flung down the hallway collided with his head. The heavy, antique device bounced off Chris' head with a sharp, comical bark of pain and surprise, its impact taking him off his hind feet. The massive ursine, or a staggered group of them coming in and out of focus in the coyote's wavering vision, stepped over him.

"Did you get the phone alright?" He smiled, right before hauling the limp yote up off his hind feet as if he were a paper doll. "Let's get one thing straight, prairie wolf ..." He shook the coyote so hard his fangs rattled. "There are only two kinds of law up here. The law of nature ..."

The hulking bear pushed the yote up against the cracked window. Outside thickening flakes fell out the somber gray sky above, dusting the older banks of snowfall below. Even if the coyote managed to pick the lock holding him to the radiator, he'd die from exposure long before making it halfway down the mountainside.

"And whatever law I set down for you. Up here you have no rights except what I give you. Do you understand me?"

"Go suck shit through a straw, Yukon Jack." Chris defiantly spat in the bear's face, despite his hind feet still dangling a few feet of the floor. "You can't scare me with this Gestapo crap. You wouldn't let me die if I ..."

The bear roared and slammed the coyote up hard against the wall by his neck. Chris' eyes bugled outwards from the choke, his paws finding the iron grip around his airway in instinctual, if futile, reaction. He kicked in hard spasms, unable to even gurgle out a plea. The pressure in his brain suddenly shot up, threating to burst like an overripe tomato.

Kodiak continued to apply steady, slow, and perhaps torturous pressure to the pathetic yote pinned against the wall. The bear didnt even say anything, letting the sincere malice in his eyes and fed up rumble rattling his deep chest speak for himself. The rake of Chris' claws across his beefy forearms didn't even seem to faze him. He let the let the little shit strangle, felt the bitch's fight ebb as lack of oxygen took hold.

He won't kill me ... Chris' sluggish mind tried to convince itself. He wouldn't kill me. His eyes swam, darkness sweeping over his narrowing tunnel vision. The coyote felt his bowels slack, his arms falling to dangle at his sides. His burning mind numbly suggested it was a good thing that he hadn't eaten in two days. He wouldn't ... kill ... me?

Would he?

Darkness overcame him.

* * * * *

Something nudged his side.

"Get up." Another nudge. This time harder. Chris' body felt half a mile away. Still, he felt the Kodiak's thick hind claws bite into his side, not so much a brutal kick as a sassy reminder. "I said get up. You aren't dead until I say you are."

Something inside the coyote's cross-wired mind clicked. He forced an eye open, tried to push himself up with arms he no longer felt. Chris got three inches off the floor before slumping back down. But at least he tried. And the bear considered that a major breakthrough in the coyote's rehabilitation.

In all honesty Chris had no idea how long he had laid there, unconscious and on the cusp between the living and the dead. But the spunk within him fought back against the cold that had seeped into his flesh and bones, channeled his rascally nature into something more constructive.

At the most Obedience. At the least Survival.

Chris growled, more like a hoarse croak, and pushed himself back up. He managed nothing more than a sitting position, but it was enough. The light outside the window blinded him again, and they sealed shut on instinct. Was it really morning? His itchy nose no longer caught acrid whiff of urine. The bear must have cleaned the puddle up sometime last night. His ears caught the click of a padlock being unlocked. His chain jingled a bit, and then Chris felt an insistent tug on his shackles.

"Come on. We are going to the river." His captor grumbled, pulling the yote to his hind feet. The bear half led, half dragged the naked, filthy coyote through the run down cabin.

Once they got past the screen door Chris drew his arms up around himself in a huddle, protecting himself from the chilly morning breeze. The light was even brighter out here, intensified a thousand fold from a million reflective flakes. Chris' eyes sealed even tighter despite the pain throbbing in his temples, trying to shut out the assault of snow blindness.

"I'll ... freeze ..." He managed to rasp out, his throat felt lined with sandpaper. He still hadn't forced his eyes open. The nameless bear tugged him with, their hind feet crunching in the fresh dust of power underneath.

"You had the opportunity to change clothes two days ago. Since you felt like slacking around in prisoner orange, you gave up the privilege for decency." Klondike dragged Chris back past the outhouse and down a winding path through a break in the pines circling the small clearing. Chris' muscles and lungs burned, his brain unable to weather the painful tempest swirling about in his skull. The agony and constant chill grinding at his body kept his thoughts occupied.

"I'll freeze ..." Chris pleaded again with a pathetic whine. He didn't know how long they had walked. No more than a few minutes maybe. The bear snorted.

"You are a fucking canid. You have a furry coat. You wont freeze to death. It wont be pleasant, but you will survive. Maybe next time you will change into something warmer when you have the chance." He paused for a moment, then continued forward to the river with a sharp yank.

"You could have also had a bed to sleep in too, but instead of using the wooden hammer to build it, you threw it at me. You could have had fish to eat, but you ignored the fishing pole in the closet. You could have had a wood fire to cook and warm yourself, but you used to the ax to threaten me. And because you didn't use these tools to help yourself, you're learning what life is like without those things."

Chris didn't know how to respond to that. Instead he followed his captor's forced march, and while his hind paw pads burned in the snow slightly, his coat had bristled on instinct to the bitter mountain cold. He felt warmer already. Without warning he bumped into the back of the bear's denim cover-alls. Chris hadn't realized Klondike had stopped.

The gentle burble of a icy river crept into Chris' folded ears. His nose caught the whiff of pristine wilderness. It almost calmed his nerves. Something clinked and jingled, but the coyote didn't bother opening his eyes. He felt certain the bear was going to snuff him out here where no one would ever find him and skin his corpse.

Maybe put it up on the mantle like a trophy. Or even wear it.

Chris' prickly mind raced at the sudden thought. He never had got a good look at the captor's bedroom. Maybe thats where the sick fuck kept his lotion and hose. A sudden shove from behind dropped the scared shitless coyote to his knees. He waited for the inevitable stab of the bear's whittling knife to the back of his brain stem. He'd be gutted like a deer, his greasy insides tossed into the river, his grisly bones chewed on by things scurrying about the alpine undergrowth.

A few seconds went by, blind terror stretching each into pocket ticks of timeless dread.

A massive ursine paw cradled the back of Chris' head, and plunged it forward into icy shock. The coyote almost inhaled in twitch reaction, till the bitter wet enveloping his head shot deep into the backs of his long nostrils. Chris' eyes shot open as he choked and sputtered, huge bubbles exploding to the surface behind his ears. A trout shot by his muzzle, darting away and leaving a surreal blurry look at the river's stony bed. Through his waterlogged ears, the coyote listened to the muffled, distorted sounds of himself drowning.

Chris' head shot up out of the river on spastic reflex, back arching, eyes wide from temperature shock. His lungs drew in a deep inhale before sputtering out water with fits of racking coughs. The coyote's paws clutched the muddy edge of the riverbank, his knees digging into the gritty alpine topsoil. After the panicked fits passed and he realized the bear wasn't going to outright kill him, Chris knelt there and gawked at the sheer beauty of the Sierras.

Its scraggly pines, its crystal clear waters, its rugged terrain, its pristine, untouched wilderness.

Chris looked down to the burbling water right under his muzzle and followed it upstream to a miniature, two foot tall waterfall. Tiny icicles dripped at its snowy corners, its gelid waters churning around the boulders hidden just beneath the fall's crest. Without thinking the coyote plugged his head back down into the river before pulling back out and shaking his ears and cheeks free of the refreshing water. He dipped his muzzle down and lapped greedily, his parched muzzle and throat finding relief.

A soft 'flop' off to his right caught Chris' attention. The coyote turned to the discarded cover-alls at the bear's ankles, ears twitching to and fro with the unexpected sight of the bare naked Kodiak. It wasn't like the yote hadn't seen his brown fur, cream colored underbelly, and huge dong before. In fact a few nights ago he got a rather close up view of it right before it dumped a massive load right between his eyes.

Klondike didn't waste a moment before stepping into the river, his huge legs leaving a massive wake in the otherwise gentle flow. Chris watched on in fascination as the bear stepped out to its middle and washed up. Realizing the chain secured him to a tree on the bank, Chris didn't have the same option, but he had enough length to crawl into the shallow parts near the river bank and clean the stench of urine off him.

The coyote wasn't as cold as he thought he was going to get. The water was chilly no doubt, but Chris' thick undercoat kept most of the warmth trapped near his skin. The small smooth stones under his large hind feet shifted about as he washed up. Afterwards he laid back down on the snowy bank after shaking himself out. He continued to watch the Kodiak mess around in the river, who seemed preoccupied with looking down at the clear water swirling about the tree trucks his called legs.

The Kodiak have an odd pause before swiping at the churning waters near his knees.

The sudden swipe sent a wave of frigid water splashing down on the yote. Chris barked in surprise more than anger, and then shook out his matted fur once more. Something flopped next to him, and the coyote's eyes widened at the trout flailing about on the crusty snow. His paws snatched the slippery fish and he bit into it eagerly. Its ribs splintered between his jaws, its guts slipped down his throat with a satisfying slurp.

Chris ate half the fish before realizing it wasn't cooked. He wondered if he'd contract Trichinosis or something. His overlarge coyote ears perked. Or was that from pork? Another trout landed at his side and he scooped that up too before tearing into it. He finished his meal with another drink from the river, dysentery be damed.

Klondike waded back to shore and sat down, not bothering to put his cover-alls back on. He didn't even bother shaking out his fur, his layers of thick fat and lean muscle kept him pretty well insulated. The bear passed a few moments by chewing on and cleaning his thick claws. Once Chris cleaned the chummy guts off his neck and lower jaw he sprawled out, letting his content stomach churn the high caloric meal.

"Thanks." The yote said quietly, not wanting to seem overly pacified. "For the fish." The bear sat there and stared on at the swells of the river that rushed past, absorbed in thought. It seemed like the bear was used to long spans of solitude.

"You're welcome." The bear replied with a low exhale. The two sat there for a few minutes in silence, allowing the civil exchange to settle. A gust of wind tore up the mountainside, pushing the pines uphill a bit. It made a soft wispy sound as the gust whistled through their swaying needles.

"So, do you have a name?" Chris asked, claws digging about the gritty soil just under the snow. The bear didn't answer him right away.

"I don't use it anymore." He gruffed. The coyote's ears perked at the look in the Kodiak's eyes, still staring off into the distance. Before he could catch himself Chris' shot his muzzle off before engaging his brain.

"Well Kody, makes it hard to make this relationship work if I don't know your first name."

The bear's eyes narrowed. His square lower jaw tightened. The yote's first instinct was to scramble backwards, away. Highly ineffectual all circumstances considering. Kody's mammoth paw snatched a hold of the chain next to him and yanked the contemptuous coyote toward him. Foamy spittle splattered across Chris' muzzle as the ursine roared into his face, livid.

"You don't get it, do you prairie wolf?" He got up, squishing the soft bank under him with his colossal mass. Cold mud coated the bottoms of his paws. "We are both here because we fucked up. But the difference between you and me is that you are going to leave here at the end of the week." Chris flinched at the sheer force his roar projected, ears pining back across his slim skull. His tail tucked a bit.

"It's my job to make sure two cent little shits like you make it back to society reformed. Its how I avoid a lengthy jail stay. But that doesn't mean I like to be reminded of what I did to end up here. So we don't have any connection aside from my boot to your ass."

Kody spun the coyote around and planted a size twenty hind foot behind his tail, sending Chris face first into the tree. The coyote's head snapped back from the impact, and the world titled at a crazy angle as he fell forward against it like a sack of potatoes. Chris felt the chains around his wrists tighten, and he blinked away the out of focus world around him just in time to see the Kodiak loop the excess chain around the truck and through the loops shackling him.

Chris leaned back, tugging against the few inches of slack he had left. His hind paws scrapped at the crusty snow until a viscous back paw halted the rebellious gesture with a pained yelp. Kody stepped back behind Chris and the yote tried to turn his head to see what the bear was going to do. The bear rewarded the coyote for his inquisitive nature by shoving the squirmy canid muzzle first into the tree's trunk. The rough bark of the pine scraped at Chris' muzzle like a wooden lathe.

"Gentle!" The yote's lower half bucked, his upper body both secured and squashed against the pine. Kody leaned his bulk against Chris' naked backside, whispering into a perked canid ear.

"I'm as gentle ... as I need to be ... " He snorted right into Chris' ear with equal amounts domination and pent up sexual need. The sudden rush of air made it flinch against the huge, flat ursine nose. The bear's paw reached underneath the coyote's tucked tail to slip a mud coated claw up into his tightly clenched pucker.

The yote's yip carried across the snowy mountainsides, echoing for miles.

Chris straightened on reflex at the sudden obscene violation, his tail hole squeezing down to expel the mud coated claw. Kody snorted again as he felt the little bitch tighten around it. He shoved his whole digit deep inside with a soft squish. Chris' ass pushed away from the invasion, his bushy tail lifting as his lower body squirmed from the probing digit.

Just for some sass the bear wiggled his claw deep inside the coyote, who thrashed against his chains with whimpered barks. The yote's spine twisted in a horrendous way, but Kody leaned forward more, letting his paw and bulk do most of the work of keeping the coyote's upper body pinned up against the rough bark of the pine. Kody started claw fucking the yote full on now, a smile spreading across his strong, square set jaw as he noticed the squirmy bitch's pink tip emerge from his still wet sheath.

A bead of pre formed at Chris' slit, sparkling in the reflected glint off the snow around them.

Kody's grin widened before adding a second claw to stretch apart Chris' muddy hole. A sharp hiss slipped out between Chris' gritted fangs at the brief flash of pain. The coyote snarled, thrashed more with a jingle of his short chain. Both of them knew however he wasnt going anywhere.

"Get off me fucker!" Chris' lower half bucked, and the short pink lance betraying him flung off a sticky rope of pre.

The bitch's useless struggle just turned Kody on even more. The Kodiak rumbled as he looked down past the gentle roll of his furry belly to his own shaft, half hard and leaking as well. He pulled his claws out of yote with a soft slurp and wrapped his muddy paw around his thick bear meat, beating it off to pull attention in less than a minute.

"Hmmm ... whats the rush ... yote'?" Kody leaned in more to whisper into his bound captive's ear which flinched again against his flat nose. He let go of his own hard length swinging freely now down halfway to his knees to cup the coyote's sheath. He gave the furry covering a hard squeeze, feeling the hidden knot there begin to swell before claw fucking the yote some more. "I think Mickey likes it ..."

"Fuck you!" Chris thrashed a bit it futile defiance. Those digits up his hole made him wanna shit, but that bear kept pressing into a spot that sent an electric jolt up deep inside him. He had not idea the bundle of sensitive nerves there played against him. Kody let go of the his grip on the back of Chris' skull and sheath before grabbing the yote's hips with his huge paws.

"Hmmm no ... fuck ... you."

Chris' eyes widened as he felt the bear's wide hips brush against his backside and tail. He wouldn't. Chris' got his affirmation when he felt the head of Kody's wet cock slip up and down his mud stained ass cheeks. The yote turned his head to look behind him, but the Kodiak gave him a muzzle full of bark again. Chris felt that huge tip slip about his muddy, stretched hole before Kody leaned forward, letting his weight push Chris' sphincter open.

The yote tensed, his fangs gritting as the pain drew a sharp whistle through his tightly clenched muzzle lips. There was a cursory moment of resistance before the Kodiak's cock head slipped into the bound coyote's tight hot ass. Chris yelped as Kody's thick dick shoved his insides apart. An unexpected squirt from his squashed prostate spurted out out of the coyote's pink tip, dangling freely now from his sheath.

Kody grunted as he shoved himself balls deep into the squirmy bitch tied up to to the tree, letting his huge sacs bump up against Chris' small grapes. The bear felt a small amount of reluctance but pulled halfway out. The fist shoving itself through the coyote's insides retreated, its gut wrenching feeling leaving Chris for the moment, right up until Kody pushed forward again. Kody grunted as his mushroom tip slid under the tightening lump deep inside the coyote. Chris' ears folded as the bear's thick rod pushed apart his hot guts again with a loud whine. His hind legs threatened to buckle from the sensation.

The Kodiak repeated, picking up the pace now with pent up need. Their huffs deepened, the chain around the tree rattling as Kody fucked Chris harder now. The yote threw back his head, ears folded hard against the back of his skull with a louder whine. When had fuck face let the back of his head go? Chris couldn't remember. All he could think about was that huge eight inch ursine cock pistoning back and forth deep inside of him now. It was huge. He didn't know how his ass could take such a monster without ripping open.

Chis felt the chain around his wrists tighten as Kody full on bred him now. His legs felt like they were soggy matchsticks. If it wasnt for the bear's cock impaling him to the pine, his tail would be on the ground by now. He looked up to the top of the pine, its tip swaying back and forth with each titanic thrust the bear gave him. Chris braved another look back to Kody.

The bear's huge nostrils flared, his jowls shaking with his approaching climax. His nubby ears seemed to flutter a bit, his short muzzle giving out clipped roars each time Kody shoved himself deep inside the coyote. Chris' burning hole felt loose and coated down with bear pre now, but that didn't ease the pressure on his mashed prostate at all. His claws raked the pine's bark, leaving them coated with sticky sap. The scent of the wilderness around him only seemed to punctuate this feral ravage.

Kody's thrusts shortened, grew more frantic. Each time the bear hilted him now, the coyote's shaky hind feet came off the hard packed snow and grit mixed soil. Chris whined even louder this time as a sudden itch crept into the spot that Kody kept banging into with the top of his huge shaft. He looked down between his bound underarms to the rock hard yote cock bobbing between his legs. He could see the veins throbbing with purple, oxygen staved blood. He whined in humiliation.

He couldn't be getting off on this!

The bear fucked him faster now, the short huffs from his muzzle blowing the fur of Chris' folded ears around. They were so close now, Kody's gut pressing down on the small of Chris' back. Kody's thick claws dug into Chris' bony hips, forcing the yote's ass back onto his fuck stick again and again.

It was too much for Chris, the previous itch creeping into his prostate catapulting into a hard clench. Despite the weight on his back, he arched hard with gritted fangs. He looked down through half slitted eyes just in time to watch himself cum, his bobbing cock flinging thick yote cream against the base and trunk of the tree the bear chained him to. Kody felt Chris' ass suddenly clench around him, caught the explosion of musky scent under them, and snorted right into the yote's ear.

"Ugh ... I knew you would fucking love it, you little cock slave ..."

Kody shoved the coyote hard up against the tree and with a roar that echoed for miles in the uninhabited wilderness around them, dumped a huge load into his bitch. Chris felt the sudden hot gush fill his sore insides, threaten to seep into his stomach. His abdomen tightened at the backwards flow on natural instinct, and the rest had nowhere to go but to seep out around the bear's girth and drip down the back of the coyote's hind legs.

They both leaned against the tree in the frantic aftermath spent, their hot pants swirling about the frosty air. Kody's respite wasnt long. After about a minute he rubbed Chris' belly with a slight grin.

"See you tomorrow."

The bear pulled out of the exhausted, beaten coyote with a soft slurp. Kody's cum gushed out of Chris' ass, pouring down the backs of his thighs like sap on a hot sweltering day. He grabbed his over-alls and walked back to the cabin, leaving the broken coyote to slump unconscious against the pine.

A few flakes fluttered out of the thick gray overcast above, announcing heavier snowfall to come before the brutal cold of another alpine night approached ...

Hour eighty-four of one hundred and sixty seven complete. Another eighty-four to go!

~ Fin Part II~

This part took a little bit longer to complete, as things are getting more involved in the current novella. Hopefully I'll be done with that project as well as this one by Red October. Its a lofty goal, considering its already pushed past fifty pages, and I'm only halfway through. Alternate history based fictional ethnic cleansing can be complex like that. *Winks*