[b][u][center]The Abducted-on-Vacation Experience
Sponsored by GlynWolf
by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
 
 
 
 
 



Belinda leaned against one of the great wooden pillars that supported the lobby ceiling, glancing down at her wrist-mounted communicator, then back up at her husband at the front desk, then back down again. Every time, she debated whether she should push Monte about going back to the shuttle-port and heading back to the station in orbit, but every time, she shut herself down. The black wolf female sighed under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest as she found for the sixth time that she had no connection to any wireless network, and gave up. For now.

[i]Why did he bother picking this backwater?[/i] Belinda wondered. [i]I mean, I get that it's pretty, but...[/i]

Well, there were some obvious reasons for her husband's decisions, she supposed. All she had to do was look around the lobby at the barely-dressed zebra males and females. Each of them had more exposed skin than you would see in a week back home. Admittedly, their home planet required a great deal of filtration suits to be worn during the day, and there was no getting around the fact that you did not see much beyond the silhouette of an outfit in those latex suits, but still, the point was sound.

The fact that the zebras were billed as rather...tribal...had not sounded so interesting before, but now that she had a chance to see them in person, she could see why Monte had thought it would be fun. A small smile pulled at the corner of her muzzle and her tail wagged. Only twice, admittedly, before she caught herself and stilled it, but it was still something.

[i]He is always one for the bigger species,[/i] she thought. [i]Then again...so am I...[/i]

"Honey?"

She looked back at the front desk. Her husband - another black wolf, more or less her height, and dressed in the same casual but tight rubber that they'd worn from their home planet - waved at her from the front desk. She pushed herself away from the pillar, feeling more than a few eyes turn to her as she walked across the lobby. The tight purple garment probably drew their eyes right to her hips or her breasts; the latter were not so large as the various equines around them, but she wasn't doing [i]badly[/i], and she was sure that her ass didn't disappoint.

Certainly didn't disappoint Monte. She couldn't help but smile at the boner in his pants as she walked over, the red looking rather suitable around him as his cock throbbed higher and harder than he normally would have showed in public. Probably didn't have the usual strap on to keep it down.

"Yes, dear?" she asked as she reached the front desk.

"Ah, yes. The manager - Mr. Boro?" Monte turned to the zebra behind the desk to confirm, and the zebra nodded back. "Mr. Boro wanted to make sure that we were both aware of the consequences of what we signed up for, and wanted to give us a chance to walk back anything that we weren't sure of."

"...Anything that we weren't - hon. What did you do?" Belinda asked.

"I just signed us up for the Variety Package. That's it."

"Husband not right," the zebra - nearly eight feet tall, and towering over her by nearly three feet - said. "Is no 'just' with Variety Package. Is only sex."

"...That's it?" Belinda chuckled. "Maybe Monte didn't tell you, but we're considered quite kinky on our home planet."

"Heh. Little dogs think they ready?"

"These 'little dogs' can take anything that you can throw at us. I don't know what sort of rough and tumble thing that you have going on here, but back at home, we've been to every club that we can find."

And that had been one hell of an experience. She and Monte weren't exactly experienced at swinging around, but they had done some partner swaps. Always with smaller species, of course, keeping the idea of control on their side of things, but they had enjoyed other people and dominated them quite well. The feeling of their last pair of friends - a couple of rats - squirming under them as she and Monte took their pleasure had been quite intense, and seeing him dominate the rat female - and her husband, even - had been something...surprisingly arousing to watch.

That wasn't all they had done, either. They had gone to a number of different clubs and meet-ups, all with the intent of broadening their horizons. She remembered the times that they had gone to rubber clubs, changing out the life-support suits for something more intense, more focused on the pleasure of the one wearing them. God, the time that she'd gone around an entire building in tight latex that showed off every curve of her body while vibrators had been going nuts in and on her had left her spoiled for anything less for a week. The time they'd gone to a drug den and gotten themselves 'enhanced' with bigger tits and genitals had...well, she was pretty sure that Monte would have put the zebras here to shame that night.

Belinda truly doubted that the zebras had anything that they could offer that she hadn't experienced elsewhere. It still baffled her that her husband believed that this place was better than some of the other, more tropical - and futuristic - planets that she had suggested, but the money was paid. She would go along with it.

But she would not be insulted. She nodded haughtily at the zebra.

"So, there you have it. We consent to whatever it is we need to consent to."

"Without explanation?" Mr. Boro asked.

"As if we need any. Right, Monte?"

"Well..."

She flicked him a narrow-eyed glare, and he swallowed.

"Right. I suppose we don't have any real need. And we [i]are[/i] rather experienced, after all."

"Heh. As you say."

The zebra - he really was far too tall, she thought - touched something behind the counter. It made a soft beep, taking away from the illusion of the tribal setting for her, but she supposed that it could be worse. Something like this still had to have [i]some[/i] modern tech to operate with the tourists coming in and out. She supposed that it could have been worse.

The black wolf leaned back against the counter. It wasn't...bad, she supposed. The eye candy that the various equines provided was certainly enjoyable; she could watch the various men and women around her for some time, and she had to admit that some of the males looked...very well-endowed, to the point where she was curious if she could take them.

But surely, they were just there for decoration, like the fake attempts at totems, the tapestries on the wall, and –

The front doors crashed in. Everyone, save for the other zebra staff, jumped backward, some leaping behind the pillars throughout the room, others falling to the floor in pure shock. Even Belinda started, despite being all the way across the room from the battered entryway.

Four zebras stepped through, each one carrying a rope in one hand and a spear in the other. To a one, they were taller than her and Monte by at least two feet, and the leader of the group seemed to be even taller than Mr. Boro. They looked around before setting their eyes on her and Monte, and the leader, tall and mighty, stepped forward -

"Holy..."

She couldn't help but whisper as a great bulge started to push forward in his loincloth, gradually swinging forward and down. Was it a real horse-cock, then, something that had to drop from a sheath rather than just hanging low? What if that meant that he -

She was still for too long. The furthest back of the four zebras threw his rope like a lasso, settling it around her head and throat before giving a harsh pull. Belinda yelped as she was pulled off her feet, landing on all fours hard enough to have the wind knocked out of her. She wheezed as the zebras charged forward, her husband leaping in front of her for a split-second before the other zebras knocked him back with their spears. The butt-ends of the shafts smacked him back and then tripped him up, knocking him to the floor and pinning him in place with the sharper ends.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Belinda shouted.

"Is part of package," Mr. Boro said, smirking. "You signed up for a taste of everything...and the first taste is the taste of being hunted like the prey you are."

"P-prey?! How dare - ah!"

She gasped, her eyes wide as the spear-tip beside her face flicked back. For a second, she thought that it was just moving out of the way, but then -

RIIIIP!

The latex that ran down her entire body split along her back. As it peeled away, Belinda's eyes went wider and wider as she realized the true skill that the zebra had just shown. To cut through this suit, that spear needed to be sharper than any scraped rock could ever hope to be, and that meant that it could have cut through her flesh easily if he wasn't terrifyingly precise. Even a millimeter deeper of a cut, and he could have cut right down her spine and left her completely peeled in more ways than one.

That fear of his technique lasted as long as it took for the rubber suit to fall to her sides, exposing her down to her knees in short order. The black wolf tried to cover her chest, only for the rope around her neck to be pulled further down her body. Her arms were yanked behind her back and pinned there, forcing her back onto her knees with her chest thrust forward. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she felt the eyes of the zebras - and all the other guests, for that matter - glued on her.

"Heh...big tits...breedable dog."

"I'm a [i]wolf![/i]" Belinda growled.

"Heh, dog barks too much," the lead zebra said.

Without a word, he grabbed her by the back of her head and shoved her right into his crotch. She yelped, unable to fight him. The sheer strength in that one hand overpowered anything that she had felt on her home planet, and her breath caught in her throat as her nose was shoved right into the valley between the zebra's balls. The heady musk there, the potent scent that rushed through her lungs, was like a hammer-blow to her psyche.

She didn't fight, too shocked as she was guided up and down his sac in public. One of the other zebras peeled her suit the rest of the way off her legs, tossing it...somewhere, she couldn't tell where, but no longer near her. She whimpered as she had her nose dragged up, up, up.

The loincloth was out of the way now, and she could see that the leader did have a sheath, and a horse-cock. It was only partially out, but there was already ten inches worth of cock showing, and more of it was still pouring free. It was like watching some monster emerge from its hole, slowly getting bigger and bigger, the head thicker than her arm and still looking like it could flare bigger. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized that there was no way that she could pull away on her own.

"Monte...Monte..."

"Nnngh...can't...can't help you...I'm sorry..."

She didn't turn; the zebra made her turn. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her husband pinned in place, just as naked as she was, his legs spread and his arms pulled behind his back. One of the zebras had his spear hovering right over the black wolf's cock, teasing the bouncing thing with the dangerous point while also indicating just how hard he was.

"Heh...this is husband?" the zebra over her asked.

Belinda nodded.

"Is not male. Is bitch."

[i]Bitch.[/i]

The word hit them both harder than she expected. She felt the crushing shame of a prey animal calling her husband less than them, but at the same time, the sheer show of strength was beyond anything that she had experienced at the hands of another species before. In all their partner-swapping play, they had always been the ones in charge, always been the predators. Here...here, they were anything but.

The one that had been dragging her face all over his balls dragged her up by the scruff of her neck, making her turn and expose herself to the rest of the resort again. Her cheeks burned hotter than ever as she was made to stand with her legs slightly spread, her pussy on display for the general public, only to be turned around and pointed down the hall. Mr. Boro passed a keycard to the zebra holding her leash - god, the thought alone galled her - and she was pushed forward, stumbling along and feeling her tail go high, exposing her rump for a few short seconds before she pulled it down again.

"Bitch, walk."

"I have a name, and you will use it. I am -"

"Walk."

The spear-point was just under her tail. Once more, she bit her lips as she realized just how keen that point probably was, and just how skilled the zebra was to use it without once damaging her. The possibility of it going somewhere where she could feel it cut sent a shiver of fear down her spine...but it was a shiver that was tinged with an odd hit of arousal at the same time.

[i]No, no, no, there is no way that I'm getting turned on by this...[/i]

"Walk. Luka commands," the zebra - Luka, apparently - ordered her.

Barefoot and naked save for a bondage leash, she had no choice but to keep walking as she had been instructed. Her cheeks burned as she was made to leave the lobby without a stitch on her, but she couldn't lie to herself. Having that many eyes on her was...intense, and she could feel her inner walls lubricating themselves in response to so many people just...staring at her. The possibility of some of them taking pictures hit her, and her toes curled, her footsteps faltering -

"Keep moving."

"I'm moving, I'm moving..."

Down the hall and around the corner. They were out of sight in seconds, but the feeling of the zebras lording their size over her continued. She looked over her shoulder at Monte and saw that he was in a similar state as her. His cheeks burned, his throat choked back and his hands restrained, but his cock was throbbing upward, and it would have been pitching a hell of a tent if he had still been in his rubber suit. As it was, that six-incher bobbed up and down in surprising arousal, and it only made him look more embarrassing when the two zebras behind him fondled his ass.

She waited for him to tell them to keep their hands off him, but he didn't. If anything, he looked as shocked as she was, but he didn't say a word.

"What...why..."

"Bitch will learn," Luka said, chuckling. "See if she gets pups from fuck."

[i]Pups? Fuck?![/i]

She was so paralyzed with shock that she couldn't even bring to mind a proper protest before they reached the resort room. Luka unlocked it and pushed her in, and she barely managed to keep on her feet. The other zebras and Monte followed her in, and her husband was lowered to his knees at the side of the bed.

"Prepare warriors," Luka said. "Make slick for breeding."

"Oh...god..."

"You."

Belinda looked up, her heart racing as she tried to make heads or tails of what they'd fallen into. This was supposed to be the Variety Package? Just how far did this thing go? Were they really about to be fucked? Without warning? Did Monte know about this and not tell her? Why the [i]fuck[/i] was she so wet at the idea?

"Open."

Open. Open for -

Smack. The dark horse cock that had been slowly pushing free of Luka's sheath slapped against her face, hot, slimy, and just a bit harder than she expected. Belinda stared up at twenty inches of cock, every inch of length accompanied by a thickness that would be spreading her wider than any previous toy ever had. She had known that Monte could get big on the supplements back at the other clubs, but this would outclass his biggest sizes by at least five inches in length and a full inch in thickness.

Oh god.

Oh god.

He pulled back, dragging his cock with all its musk and potency across her face, and her nipples stiffened and her pussy dripped down her legs despite herself. The fact that she was supposed to be a predator was gone, replaced by a feeling of helplessness, conquest, and a sense of being less than the male that she knelt before.

Squelch, squelch.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could just make out Monte getting his maw stuffed with another horse-cock, the head already bulging out his throat as one of the other warriors pinned him in place and kept him still for the sake of 'lubing up' their cocks. He coughed and gagged, but his blush burned all the brighter as a different sound of something - oh god, they were fingering him. Fingering him and loosening him up - were they going to use him if they couldn’t get at her?

Fuck. She couldn't be turned on at that, could she?

Apparently, she could. She whimpered as Luka dragged his cock down her face, rubbing it against her cheeks and then over her lips. The thick pre-cum that was already flowing from the head of the shaft was just warm enough to make her gasp, opening her muzzle and giving him the opening that he needed. The flat-headed, jaw-stretching thing rammed right past her gag reflex and into her throat.

"Heh, bitch takes well."

It was somehow that much more humiliating for it to be that casual. She couldn't pull back, and she couldn't breathe, either. The sheer girth of the damn thing felt like it could break her jaw if she wasn't careful, and the head was so far down that she swore that she could feel it dripping into her stomach directly. The heat and swollen feeling were well beyond anything that she had ever taken before, and it...

It made her feel...

Submissive.

Weak.

Needy.

Wanting.

[i]Why...why do I...like this...[/i]

The question echoed through her mind, finding little answers that made as much sense as anything else. She had labeled herself as a predator for so long that the value of strength was intertwined with the power of arousal and respect. She had been conquered by someone that had a bigger dick than she had ever seen before. Her husband had put her through this and she wanted to stick it to him. There was something in the pheromones that the zebras had. It could be any of them, all of them, or none of them at all.

And frankly, Belinda no longer cared.

She swallowed hard around the shaft down her throat, sucking it down and slowly rolling her head forward, back, forward, and back. The feeling of that thick head almost scraping against the inside of her neck was a brand-new experience for her, and one that she didn't necessarily like, but she bore with it. Forward, back, forward, back, taking her time to slick it up, to put it as far down her throat as she possibly could, and make sure that it was as wet as possible. Even now, as wet as she was, she didn't trust it to fit properly without some lubrication, and if that had to come from her, then she would make sure that it had as much as she could offer.

The squelching sounds of her own throat were getting drowned out by the whimper-whines of her husband off to the side. She couldn't turn her head to look, but she could hear the soft 'pop' sounds of something being pushed in and pulled out of an asshole. He'd done it to her often enough; now it was his turn.

Forward, back, forward, back. That was where her focus had to be, and she kept it there almost religiously. Her jaw ached like nothing else, but she kept her focus there.

Eventually, that musky thing was yanked out. She half-expected her guts to follow it when the huge thing popped out of her neck, connected to her with strings of spit and slime. The raw rank smell of thick horse cock and sheath - that barnyard smell of leather and sweat and something else - coated her lips and tongue. She could taste the smell, and there was no getting rid of it. Not now, perhaps not for the next week.

"Heh, good bitch. Small thing takes big thing well."

"..."

"Come."

He hauled her by the scruff of the neck to the bed, and she was thrown over it with her legs spread wide. With her hands pinned under her back, there was nothing she could do but be posed, but she could at least see her husband now, and...

She felt an odd sense of pleasure seeing her husband getting teased as he was by the other zebra stallions. Her pussy drooled down to her ass as she watched him get bent forward on all fours, his ass in the air and his mouth already impaled on one of the zebra cocks. The other two alternated between stroking each other to slapping their meat-clubs against the black wolf, the smaller male grunting at the impact of things that were still bigger than he had ever been, even if they weren't as large as the one that had just been down her throat.

It was...almost a thrill to watch him be conquered, and more than that, it was a thrill to see his cock swelling between his legs. She couldn't remember the last time that she had seen Monte with a vein popping along the side of his cock. If anything, he was enjoying this more than she was, and -

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

"Hehehe, little wolf cums hard."

"Asshole? More like pussy."

"Pussy needing breeding."

"You take female. I take bitch."

They were getting ready to rut him, and Belinda blushed worse as her husband's cock started rising all over again, pushing upward and grinding against his own belly just at the threat of getting a cock up his ass. Was he gay? Was he trying to tell her something? Or was he just getting into this so deeply as she was, both of them discovering something about themselves?

Then Luka loomed over her. The big zebra with his insane cock blocked out the rest of the room, and he chuckled as he looked down at her. His massive shaft throbbed up and down, coming down with a meaty smack over her stomach and leaving it soaked with his pre-cum and her spit.

"Time to breed."

Belinda didn't have the words to say anything. He pulled back slowly, dragging the slimy, oozing tip of his flared shaft toward her belly button, and then to the space between her legs. She couldn't take her eyes off his cock, the monster of a meat-club rubbing down, down, down, then up between her thighs. Any thought of trying to close her legs fled her mind, leaving her staring, gawping at that thing. It was...it was fucking huge, and there was no way that it should be able to fit her.

And yet, at the same time, she desperately wanted to try. She wanted to see if she could force it to fit, to make it slide in and fill her to the brim to the point that she'd never really want anything else again.

She wanted to be claimed.

She wanted to be used.

"Please," the word came unbidden. "Please...breed me."

Luka chuckled, grinding the flared head of his cock against her pussy. It was so big, so thick, that she could feel the weight of it as he ground forward. The thickness felt like a weight trying to force its way inside of her, and each time that he pulled back, the sane part of her that should have felt relief was replaced with a little more of the eager little slut that wanted to see what it was like to be impaled like that. Just a little bit more, just a little bit. Just for a moment.

Push.

Nothing.

Push.

A little stretch.

Push.

POP!

Belinda's breath left her in a rush, her mouth hanging open and her eyes as wide as they could go. She didn't know if there was a word for how full she felt in that moment. All she knew was that if it had been even a micron thicker, she was sure that her pussy would have ripped apart from the impossible girth of his cock. Her clit was pushed out from under its hood, getting the rubbing of a lifetime as he pushed his veiny shaft further and further into her, and her tongue hung out like a true breeding bitch as he never stopped pushing in.

In, in, in it went. It had to be at the base by now, but somehow, Luka kept working it in further and further. Belinda kept spreading her legs, swearing that there had to be an end to that cock eventually, but it just seemed like it kept getting longer, going deeper, deeper, impossibly deeper. Everything was shutting down, everything going out of control as her body was overstimulated. Words that made no sense, sound that was nothing but babble escaped her as her legs were pushed all the way out to the side as he pinned her to the bed in a mating press.

Finally, he was fully hilted inside of her, and then, she could feel everything. Everything from his veins on the shaft to the medial ring that was resting right up against her womb entrance to the rest of his cock that was all the way inside of her. She should have been in pain, and yet, she wasn't. All she felt was pleasure. Insane, overwhelming pleasure.

He pulled back, but slowly, taking his time, forcing her to feel every inch again, the flare of his shaft dragging along her inner walls and stealing her breath away. More, more, more it pulled back, and her body felt like it was turning inside-out as the medial ring finally popped out of her. The rest of the shaft kept flowing out, rubbing against the bottom of her clit, nearly pushing her over the edge -

And then he was inside of her again. Belinda screamed, moaning as she watched that cock bulge out her belly, forcing her to distend and take something that should be utterly mutilating her, but there was nothing of the sort. There was only pleasure.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

He took his time, forcing her to take the thrusts again and again, each time pushing her right to the brink and somehow knowing exactly when to stop to keep her from going over the edge. Belinda whimpered, whining, losing her vocabulary as he kept fucking her right into the bed. Each thrust wrecked her, reminding her of his size, his strength, his sheer power, and she couldn't stop wanting more.

She kept forgetting that she was married. It was only when she felt her hands clenching together behind her back that she had the reminder that she still had her wedding ring on and that she was being rutted right in front of her husband, and that he was getting fucked in front of her.

The constant rubbing of her clit was driving her mad. The impossible insertion and the bulge drove her mind wild. The endless in, out, in, out pushed her to a point where she could no longer handle it, and -

"NNNGH!"

She came, and she came hard, squeezing around his cock, but it wasn't enough to stop him. It was just enough to squeeze as he kept thrusting away, pushing her further into the mattress. The way that he loomed over her, the way that the light played over his muscles, and the sheer power of his manhood inside of her, pushed buttons that Belinda didn't even know she had.

She was a bitch.

She was a slut.

She was so full of cock that it wasn't even funny, and yet, at the same time, she still wanted more. As good as that cock felt, she craved more, and her tail wagged under his balls.

"Heh...hungry hole."

Luka pulled out of her, the pop that his flare made as it left echoing around the room. He picked her up by the harness and turned her around, settling her over his hips and laying under her. The feeling of his cock down there, keeping her upright as gravity waited to impale her, was embarrassing enough, but the feeling of his hand around her tail, lifting it up to show off her other hole to the room, was somehow worse...and better.

He said something in their language, and suddenly, there was another cock...one waiting to plunder her backdoor.

#

Belinda and Monte huffed and puffed for breath as the zebras walked out the door, taking all the clothes that they had brought along with them. The pair of black wolves had nothing to wear for the duration of their vacation, [i]and[/i] they'd been left with shaved flanks that sported a mock-up of a tribal brand on their sides, but at the same time, at least the lasso-leashes had been taken off. They could move their hands again, and move they did, creeping closer and hugging each other as they recovered from the intense session.

"I can't believe you took two of them at once," Monte said.

"I can't believe that you took two of them under your tail," she said with a rueful chuckle. "Were you...were you trying something without telling me?"

"God...no. I was as surprised as you."

"Heh..."

She groaned as she rolled onto her back. All the stiffness and soreness was coming to the fore now, and she could feel the intense looseness between her legs as her pussy and her asshole alike reminded her of what they had just gone through. She still didn't understand how that had all fit inside them, not until -

"Monte?"

"Hmm?"

"Did, uh, did you have those bumps on your back before?" she asked, running her fingers down her husband's spine again.

"Huh? What are you - let me see."

He got out of bed, and Belinda stared at the thin red line that went all the way from the top of his neck down to the base of his spine. It was right along the spot where the spear would have cut his suit off, and she reached back to the nape of her neck, feeling around until she found the same thing on her back. Monte turned around, looking at himself in the mirror before blinking in surprise.

"Huh...I wonder if those spears were drugged," he said.

"Drugged - like how? With what?"

"I don't know," her husband said. "But it'd explain a lot if they were. How we got that stretchy, why it felt so good without any prompting, and everything else that just - oof."

He hugged his stomach, and - guessing what was going through his mind - Belinda waved at the bathroom. Monte ran for the toilet and she chuckled despite herself. She remembered the feeling of needing to push out a creampie when things were all said and done. If it wasn't kept at the bottom of one's guts, it usually acted as a hell of an enema. Usually clean, though, which was a plus.

"Hey, Monte?"

"Mmm?"

"Did you know it was going to be like that?"

"All I knew is what they put on the website. 'Try out any and all the tribal pleasures that you can imagine. Contact us for details.' Guess I should have contacted them for details before we got here, huh?"

"Would have been nice to get a little warning that I could be artificially inseminated by a zebra, yes," she said, though not without a small smile on her face. "Going to be in there for a while?"

"They ran a train on my ass and then some. I think I've got a gallon of that in me."

"Okay. Tell me when you're done; if I can't hold it, I'll hop in the shower."

"Heh. Hey, you know what?"

"What?" Belinda asked.

"If that's the welcome party, what do you think they have planned for tomorrow?"

"...Maybe we should talk to Mr. Boro about getting a specific list of what they do here."

"I was - mmmph - thinking of doing the same thing."

 

 




[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A husband and wife pair of wolves goes to a zebra-centric resort on another planet. They find out that the kink resort has a lot of roughness to offer.
 
Tags: M/F, M/M, M/M/F, M/M/M, Cuckolding, Sexuality Play, Speciesism, Size Difference, Horse Cock, Zebra, Wolf, Black Wolf, Resort, Sci-Fi, Orgasm, Cum, Double Penetration, Leash, Rope, Bondage, Oral, Blowjob,