Message-ID: <2621eli$9708041511@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/2621.txt>
From: albrecht@alfaskop.net (Albrecht)
Subject: In the Paws of the Enemy (M/MMMM, NC, Furry)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us
Path: qz!not-for-mail
Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam
Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Original-Message-ID: <33e355a9.0@news.alfaskop.net>


A new story from Furry Pleasures - http://www.alfaskop.net/~albrecht



In the Paws of the Enemy
by Kashra (compuwiz@servtech.com)



     Corin ran through the underbrush. The sharp thorns ripped through
his thick camouflaged pants, drawing blood every so often. Corin
didn't notice, the Sheps were after him. He didn't have time to think
about small things like that. He had dropped everything back at camp,
except for a small pistol.

     He had thought about taking one of the larger weapons, but they
were too bulky to help his fast get-away. It didn't matter now. The
Sheps were still looting his campsite right now, he was sure of it.
All his friends were dead, they made sure of that. Corin didn't know
why he wasn't killed. Why was his tent the one they didn't check? Why
did he have to be the one that got away?

     Corin slowed down a bit. He needed to rest a bit. The Sheps
probably weren't chasing him. They would've caught him by now. He came
to a stop nearby a large tree, and sat down to think. They had come
during the night. He couldn't have done anything! Not a single shot
was fired. He had woken up this morning to the sounds of the Sheps.
>From what it sounded like, they were systematically going through the
tents, and gathering up their occupants.

     Corin had found enough time to sneak out of his tent before they
searched it. As he ran away, he heard the screams of his companions
dying at the hands of the enemy.

     "Fuck! They'll pay for that!" Corin whispered under his breath.
He was trained not to let his emotions give him away in this
situation. A drop of sweat dripped into his eye. "Fuck again." He
wiped it out with the back of his paw.

     Suddenly, he heard a noise. The snap of a twig, he thought. The
thought hit him like a brick. If there were Sheps taking over his
camp, there must be more where they came from! He got into a crouching
position slowly, not making a sound. Where could he be?

     Corin saw him. It was evident that this bastard was just a scout.
He wasn't taking many precautions to conceal himself. The canine ears
were alert, listening for sounds, and he had a rifle strapped to his
back. Corin knew he was no match for him.

     He crawled forward, knowing that a Shep's ears could pick up even
the faintest noises. His own canine body strained to keep his balance
as he moved forward on all fours. The scout couldn't have been more
than 16 years old. Only a Shep would sign a juvenile like him up for
war, Corin thought.

     The scout looked right at Corin, and he was sure he was caught,
but his black and brown Rottweiler fur concealed him among the dark
greenery. Corin continued to crawl forward, until he came right next
to the scout. Amazing he still wasn't detected yet.

     In one quick motion, Corin leapt upwards and tackled the boy to
the ground. "Well fucker? Huh? How does it feel?" He punched the boy
in the groin, causing the poor scout to curl up on the ground.
"How..." another punch to his head, "DOES..." a kick, "IT..." another
kick, "FEEL?" The boy was a crying heap on the ground. Corin took the
rifle from him. "Fucking Sheps will never learn."

     The scout's clothing was almost freshly ironed, looking very nice
in comparison to the shreds that Corin was wearing. Sizing up the boy,
he thought that they should be his size as well. In a few seconds, the
boy was laying naked on the floor, and Corin was in a new uniform,
that of the enemy. Even in the heat of his anger, Corin couldn't help
but admire the body of this German Shepherd.

     "Please..." the boy sniffled, "I'm...I'm..." he stuttered.

     "Shut the fuck up!" Corin pinned the boy, who was already on the
ground to begin with. "You idiots really thought you could outwit me?
Well, you really screwed that one up!" Corin felt something against
his leg as he pinned the boy.

     "WHAT?!? You're getting horny off of this?" Corin stared at the
erection that had grown out of the boys sheath. He held the pistol up,
and pointed it between the scout's eyes. "Do you think I'm some gay
fuck? You really think so?"

     "I'm sorry...um...I can't help it. No, sir, I don't think you're
gay. I'm not--"

     "Shut up! I don't want to hear it. You people killed all of my
friends! ALL OF THEM!" He placed the guns barrel so that the scout
could feel the cold metal against his forehead.

     "NO! Please..." the Shep pleaded, "I'll do anything. Please oh
please don't kill me!" He resumed his former state of sniveling and
crying.

     "Why shouldn't I? You signed up for war! Did you think it was
going to be all fun and games?"

     "No, no!" he sobbed, "I was drafted. I didn't want to be here. I
just want to be home now. Please don't kill me, I never did
anything..."

     Corin felt a slight pang of sympathy for the thing. He didn't
deserve to be here, to see this. "I'm not like you bastards. I won't
kill you." Corin got up, and quickly retrieved some strong, thick
vines. "But I won't let you help them anymore." He picked the boy up,
and slammed him against a tree. The erection was still there. Corin
had to admit, it was a good sized one for his age.

     "Fuck, what am I thinking?" Corin found he had been staring at
it. He lifted the boy up about one foot from the ground, and bound his
arms and legs around the tree. When he was satisfied that the knots
would hold, he found another fine. He wrapped this one around the
scout's muzzle, effectively holding it shut. "There, that should do
it."

     With that, he started to walk away. Thinking of another idea, he
turned back and said, "Oh yes, and when your bastard brothers find
you, tell them Corin left you like that." The Shep only nodded, as
that was all he could do, being bound in such a position.

     For the next few hours, Corin hiked on. He didn't know which
direction he was going in, he didn't care either. The navigator in his
group had been killed, so he could only hope to find a way to safe
ground. It wasn't long until he started to feel the effects of
fatigue.

     "STOP, Rottweiler scum!" The shout came from behind him. A very
tired Corin stopped in his tracks. "Stay where you are. I have a
weapon."

     "I know. Shut up, will you. I have a headache."

     "I'll have your head for that." Corin felt the barrel of a rifle
pressed up against his back. He turned around slowly, with his hands
up. His weapons were stripped from him. "What are you doing out here?"

     "Admiring the scenery, officer." Corin did his best imitation of
a woman, and got in a comical feminine pose. The Shep jabbed Corin in
the stomach with the barrel of his gun.

     "Don't play jokes with me, scum!" Corin just laughed, and when he
saw the gun's barrel go down, just for a split second, he acted. His
training had taught him many things, and one of them was how to disarm
an enemy. A few seconds later, the gun was lying on the ground with
the rest of his weapons. A hard boot came up and kicked the Shep in
his own stomach.

     "Ok, officer, no more jokes." Corin kept the feminine voice, and
laughed again as he kneed the Shep in the head, knocking him
unconscious. Without giving it much thought, he picked up his trusty
pistol and shot it right into the "officer's" head.

     "That should take care of him." He picked up his weapons and
continued on his hike to nowhere. Half an hour passed, and another
encounter took place. This time, though, there were five of them, and
only one of him.

     "Did you really think we wouldn't notice you killing off one of
our companions?" One of the enemy said as they bound his hands and
feet.

     "Did you really think I wouldn't notice you killing off all of my
companions?" Corin spat back.

     "I think that's about enough out of you." Another remarked, and
the last thing he remembered is the butt end of a rifle crashing
against his skull.



***



     When Corin came to, he was in a cell. The surface he was laying
on was cold metal, and very uncomfortable. There was a Shepherd guard
posted inside his cell. Looking at the guard's full uniform, he
noticed he was wearing nothing but his tags. Grabbing them for
reassurance that this was really happening, he sat up.

     "Well, I guess Death-incarnate has decided to come out of his
beauty sleep." The guard remarked. Corin recognized his nickname. He
must have gotten it from his tags.

     "Where am I?"

     "What does it look like?" The guard got up and hollered outside.
The language was different than what Corin spoke, but he knew it was
normal for the guard. "You'll be taken from here to e...inspected...by
the administrator of this building."

With that, he dragged Corin to his feet. "We recognize and respect the
personal value which your tags represent to you, and therefore they
have not been confiscated."

     This was a side of the race which Corin had never seen before.
Yes, they did mean a lot to him. He clutched the military tags even
tighter. "Thanks."

     Another two Shepherds marched in, and they escorted him outside
of his cell. He was marched down a long corridor, and then up a flight
of stairs. Another corridor, another flight of stairs, and finally a
door. Corin was amazed that he wasn't restrained at all during this
march. But he realized that, if he was to run, he would easily have
been caught by these two muscular guards, one on either side of him.
The corridors weren't big enough to fit two men side by side.

     One guard knocked on the door, "Prisoner 31569 reporting for
inspection."

     A gruff voice from the other side of the door replied, "31569,
prisoner may enter. Do not accompany." The door opened from the
inside, and the two guards stood back. Corin, seeing his queue,
stepped inside the room.

     Before he had a chance to take in the scenery, two guards on
either side of him restrained him and bound his hands together. They
forced him onto his knees and one forced his head to bow down. All he
saw now was red carpet. He could see to either side of him that the
guards were not wearing any clothing either.

     "Prisoner 31569? Is that you?" A feminine voice came from
directly in front of Corin. He wasn't allowed to lift his gaze up to
the speaker, but only answered in the positive.

     "A Rottweiler, and a fine one at that." He heard the voice
comment. "You may prove to be an interesting addition to our group."

     "What do you mean?"

     "Well, I think you'll find that out soon enough. So, puppy, how
long--"

     "PUPPY?" Corin yelled. "I'm NOT a puppy!"

     "You are a puppy if I say you are. Let him see me." On command,
the guards lifted his head up. He saw a naked German Shepherd standing
in front of him. Her full breasts drew his attention quickly, and his
eyes widened at her beauty.

     "So, puppy, how long have you served your nation?"

     Corin snapped out of his awe at the repeated use of 'puppy.' "I
said I'm not a puppy, bitch!" At this the guards growled menacingly,
but she held up her hand and it was silent again.

     "A bitch am I? Well, my little puppy," she emphasized the word
this time, walking closer to Corin, "we'll see who's the bitch soon
enough."

     "What the fuck do you mean by that?"

     "What language, coming from such a well-bred puppy as you!" By
this time, she was very close to Corin. A paw lifted his muzzle
upwards to meet her gaze. "You'll just have to learn some manners!
Guards, let's teach him a little humility, shall we?"

     That was all that they needed. She backed off and sat on a couch
to watch the fun. Corin's hands were unbound, and he was pushed onto
all fours. He felt something press against his ass. "You can't do this
to me! I'm not fucking gay! Bitch! Did you hear me? You can't do
this!" he screamed, to no avail.

     There were four guards in all, and they surrounded him. Two were
on either side of him, holding him in place. One had moved in front of
him, and kneeled down. The last one was, of course, behind him.

     "Oh, puppy wants to play?" The one in front of him taunted. Corin
growled in answer. The guard massaged his sheath, allowing Corin to
watch his maleness grow. "Puppy knows he's not supposed to bite,
right?" Corin knew what was coming, and bared his teeth. The guard
raked a claw across Corin's muzzle, causing great pain. "Puppy knows,
right?" Corin bowed his head in agreement. He would be sure to bite
later.

     The guard pressed the tip of his penis to Corin's mouth. "Go
ahead, puppy." Corin growled again, only to get another rake across
his face. Having no other option, he took the length into his mouth.
The guard patted him on the head, "Good dog."

     As the guard began to move in and out of his muzzle, Corin felt
the dog behind him become more insistent. He could only take so much
humiliation. He already had a full Shepherd cock buried in his maw,
this one wouldn't get in the other end, not if he could help it. Corin
spat out the shaft that was in his muzzle, "Fuck you, you twisted
bastard!"

     "Ok puppy, that's enough out of you." the guard shoved his cock
back down Corin's throat. "Now be a good boy and suck!" Corin knew he
wouldn't live another day if he bit down...so he followed directions.

     The dog behind him forced his way up his ass. He couldn't hold
him off anymore. The guard behind him reached over his back and
grabbed his sheath. Corin noticed then, that he was actually getting
excited by all of this. His length was exposed, waiting for the guard
to play with it. "Ah, puppy likes this game, doesn't he?"

     Corin's instincts began to take over when he felt the hand grab
his dick. He began to hump it vigorously. The guards fucked him in
unison to his motions. They continually encouraged him with statements
like "There's a good boy" and such. He didn't mind them being
condescending, right now, he just wanted to shoot his load.

     The guard behind him began to fuck him harder. He slammed his
hips into him, and Corin felt the hot cum fill his insides. The hand
stopped massaging his penis, and he removed his shaft form Corin. The
other guard was still fucking his mouth, and so he kept sucking.

     Corin found that the guard behind him was soon replaced by
another one who used him in the same manner. He was actually glad it
did, because now another hand massaged his aching cock. Now it was the
turn of the guard in front of him to cum. He came hard into Corin's
throat. Without any other choice, Corin swallowed as much as he could.
The rest overflowed and ran down his neck and forearms. The taste was
not something that he enjoyed. The other feeling that were racking his
body kept him from noticing the salty stuff.

     Like the guard behind him, the one in front of him was replaced.
The hand that was exciting him never let him come to his climax. The
pleasure was immeasurable. A few minutes passed off this constant
buggering, and finally the dog behind him came. Again, Corin's ass was
filled with hot, sticky fluid. Seconds later, Corin's mouth overflowed
with the cum of the second guard who forced himself upon him.

     The hand left his penis again. All the guards withdrew from him,
leaving him with nothing but an erection. He was put back onto his
knees, and his hands were bound again.

     "So, did puppy enjoy himself?" The voice of the female came once
again from in front of him.

     "What about my erection?"

     "I asked you a question."

     "NO! I never came!" Corin exploded.

     "Oh, puppy didn't like it? That's too bad. I think that puppy
needs to
go and sleep it off. Maybe he'll like it tomorrow."

     "Oh fuck! No, puppy likes it. Puppy wants it. Please...let puppy
cum!" Corin pleaded.

     "So puppy did like? That's good. I'm sure you'll get more of it
later. But I can entertain that wish of yours for now." She waved to
one of the guards. He moved in front of Corin, and knelt down onto all
fours. He lifted his tail, and waited. Corin's hands were unbound
again by the other three. "Go ahead, puppy, don't you want to cum?"
the woman taunted.

     Corin didn't want to fuck the dog. He wasn't gay. But he needed
to cum, more than anything else. Considering the alternatives, he
practically jumped onto the waiting guard. His penis slid easily into
the waiting hole. He fucked as hard as he could, getting back at the
dog for what he had done to him. Corin felt great imposing himself on
the Shepherd. Waves of pleasure ran up his cock and through his body
as the insides of the guard hugged his length. It took only a few
thrusts to milk Corin of his seed. He shot his warm cum into the male,
waiting for the last drop to leave before
withdrawing himself.

     No time was wasted after he removed his prick from the guard's
ass. He was hauled onto his feet, and escorted back to his cell
immediately. In the semi-privacy he now had, he looked down at his
only item of clothing, his tags.

     They were still covered in the guard's seed. Corin lifted them
up, and licked them clean. It tasted salty, and he hated it as much as
anything, but he felt it was his obligation to keep those tags clean.
The rest of the cum which had solidified in drops on his fur could
wait. He patted his sheath, remembering how much pleasure he got from
the experience, and decided it was worth it all.

     Back in the room, the strange woman checked off on her list,
'Inspection - Passed.' Beckoning to her guards, she left the room with
them and walked into her bedroom, which was next door. "That was very
enjoyable for you, wasn't it?"

     The four nodded in agreement.

     "Good." She lied down on her bed, and spread her legs, revealing
her furry femininity. "Now lets see how well you can fuck a bitch!"

     The guards willingly accepted her invitation.




	Furry Pleasures - www.alfaskop.net/~albrecht

-- 
+--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+
| story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |
| Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |
\ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/>    .../assm/faq.html> /