Captivated: Abduction
Written by Xijque

   "Hey there, wolfy, how are ya?" A cheery-sounding voice came from the
darkness.

   The gray-furred wolf turned to his left and growled, trying to sound
as imposing as possible, "What the fuck do you want?!" There was nothing
there but a semi-dark alleyway.

   "You're so silly. You can't figure that out on your own?"

   This time, the voice was behind him. The lupine wasn't given much of a
chance to figure out what happened before a red and black furred arm
wrapped around his midsection. "Get the fuck off me, you creep!"

   "Whoa, now, watch the name calling. It's not nice."

   The large wolf quickly turned, attempting to catch his assailant off
guard. "I told you to get the fuck off me!" But, again, he was
outsmarted. The clever person simply turned with the wolf, keeping out of
sight. "Okay, now I'm getting pissed."

   Then the voice was right in his ear. "Gotcha."

   The wolf opened his mouth to retort, but was cut short by a sudden,
piecing pain in his neck. "Ow! What the fuck was that?! Com'ere, ya
little bastard. I'm gonna beat the..." The canine's sentence was ended
when the second paw, presumably the one that caused the pain in his neck,
wrapped around his muzzle and held it closed.

   "Your gonna what..." The arm around his waist disappeared, and the
person carefully stepped around the wolf, still holding his muzzle
closed. The wolf noticed that he was a fox. "No, really, I'm interested
to know. What are you going to do? Remember, you gotta open your muzzle
to speak..."

   The wolf tried. He really did. But the muscle relaxant that the
vulpine had just injected him with was as strong as it was fast-acting.
The poor canine, no matter how strong, simply didn't have the ability to
fight back. When the wolf attempted to use his own paws to stop the fox,
they would make it to the level of his chest before falling back to his
sides.

   "Do you want me to let go? Is that what your senseless swatting
means?" The wolf weakly nodded. "Okay, you asked for it." The fox removed
his paw from the wolf's muzzle. Evidently, the larger canine hadn't
thought it through; the fox's paw was the only point of stability he had.
Once it was gone, he stumbled around for a few seconds before falling to
the sidewalk. The fox smirked "See? I was just trying to help. You
refused, and now you're laying on the ground. I hope you're proud of
yourself." The cruel vulpine then bent down and, in a surprising show of
strength, pulled the wolf to his feet. "Are you going to let me hold you
up now?" The wolf nodded, his ears folded against his head. "Good boy."

   Having a sudden idea, the fox wrapped both of his arms around the
wolf's midsection and pulled the other canine close to him. This
unexpected movement caused the wolf to loose his balance and, in an
attempt to steady himself, he grabbed the fox. Although it was not his
intent, it was as if he was returning the hug, just as the fox had
planned. The fox leaned in and spoke directly into the lupine's ear.
"Really good boy. If you keep this up, we might not make it back
before... well, you know." In case the tipsy wolf was unsure of what the
fox was implying, he slid one paw under the elastics of the wolf's shorts
and boxers. Once there, he reached under the tail and rubbed the wolf
tailhole. Unready for this, the wolf moaned and tried to pull away.

   The fox was ready for this, however, so the wolf didn't get anywhere.
When he opened his mouth to protest, the cunning fox, who had planned
this too, reached his other paw up and pushed the wolf's head toward his
own, meeting the canine half way for a kiss. Due to the size differences
of their muzzles, a full, deep kiss was difficult, but the fox still
managed to interlock their teeth, keeping the wolf from pulling back.
Once in this position, the vulpine began to run his tongue against the
inside of the wolf mouth. Of course, the wolf didn't reciprocate, but
that wasn't expected.

   Without breaking the kiss, the smaller canine stopped playing with the
larger one's tailhole and moved his paw, still inside the wolf's pants, to
the front, and began fondling the his sheath and balls. Moaning into the
kiss now, the fox squeezed and pulled the wolf's privates, hoping to
elicit a reaction. After a few moments, the fox broke the kiss and pulled
his paw out of the wolf's shorts, but was sure to keep his other paw
around the lupine's chest, to keep him from falling again.

   "Woo da 'ell do woo tink woo are? Wime not gay! Get away fwome me!"
The wolf slurred, trying to pull away. If he was in a less intoxicated
state, the wolf might have thrown up. What that fox just did to him was
easily the single worst thing that had ever happened to him.

   "Not gay? You could've fooled me. You really seemed to enjoy that. Not
as much as I did, granted, but still... you moaned. So don't lie to me."
The brought the paw with which he had fondled the wolf up to his nose and
took a long sniff, closing his eyes. "That's nice. It really is. We're
really going to have a fun time together. We should get out of here,
though, before someone sees us. I'm sure you don't want to get caught."

   The fox began walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction the
wolf had originally been heading. The wolf, who was now starting to loose
some mental capacities, realized that they were going the wrong way. "No,
no, I need to go dat way." He moved his arm trying to point behind them.

   The fox, who recognized that the wolf had stopped struggling, played
along. "But my car's up this way, just around the bend. I figured I'd
just drive you home."

   At this point, the drugs the fox put into the wolf were really
starting to work. The relaxants, which were beginning to ware off, were
just the beginning; the second step, which the wolf was currently
experiencing, completely disoriented the victim, putting him into a
complacent stupor, just as the fox wanted him. Stuffing a groggy canine
into your car wouldn't look very good if he was caught. If the wolf was
acting of his own power, nobody would look twice. "Oh, okay, I guess
that's fine."

   The fox nuzzled the wolf's neck. "As long as you agree, bud. Do you
think that you can walk on your own, now?"

   An interesting side effect of the psycho-active drug was the inability
to retrieve short term memories. In a few hours, the wolf would remember
that, after being molested, he willing followed the fox. "Yeah, I think
so. Thanks for helping me. You're really nice."

   "That's what I keep telling people. No one seems to believe me,
though."

   "I wonder why... I mean, you're helping me get home and everything."

   "Oh, you'll find out soon enough. I promise you won't think I'm nice
anymore."

   "That was really creepy. Are you sure I can trust you?"

   The fox smiled, "What was really creepy?" He loved to play with his
toys.

   "I- I don't remember. I guess it couldn't be that important, right?"
The wolf looked thoughtful for a moment. "Hey, fox, where are we going? I
live back there. I need to get home. Maybe we should turn around."

   "We're going to my car. It's right up here.

   "It's a good thing that I have someone caring like you to look out for
me. I seem to be really out of it. I could swear that you just told me
that. By the way, what's your name?"

   The fox was suddenly panicked. "That's, uh, not important right now.
We should hurry up." He started to walk faster, pulling the wolf along
behind him. If the lupine's memory was returning, it wouldn't take much
longer before the third stage to take effect. He'd have make sure to fix
this for next time.

   "What's the rush? Can't we just walk? I don't feel so well..."

   "Okay, here we are." The fox stopped at an expensive-looking car. He
hit a button on the key pad in his pocket and the headlights flashed.
"Try not to scuff the seats."

   "Shit, man, you drive this?! Wow, this is awesome." The wolf just
stared at the car before he felt a sudden pain in his head. "Whoa. Did
you just hit me?"

   The fox opened the door. "No, of course not. You might feel a little
better if you sit down."

   "Yeah, you're probably right. Thanks for the lift." The wolf sat in
the large, leather seat before looking back at his Good Samaritan. Seeing
the fox triggered a rush of memories. He started to get up. "Hey! You're
that bastard that tried to-" but his words were cut off when the fox
slammed the door, catching the wolf's paw. The fox chuckled at the yelp
that came from inside the car.

   "Shouldn't have had your paw there, dumb ass." The fox closed the door
the rest of the way before walking around to the driver's side door,
getting in, and starting the car. Before pulling away, the fox looked to
his side at the now sleeping wolf. Even if he miscalculated the amount of
drugs to give the him, they still worked. The fox knew that he had at
least eight hours before the wolf would wake up – more than enough time
to get home. "Sleep tight, buddy, we got long ride ahead of us."