The crowd of disparate anthropomorphic people milled about at the tour assembly zone, many sipping on cups filled with the Zoo's famous cinnamon mango shakes. It was supposed to be endearing, but a lot of the customers found it a little creepy that the shake shack advertised using the same, high-quality fruit for the shakes as they fed to the exhibit creatures.
When the tour guide promptly arrived to meet with the twenty or so park guests, most everyone turned to regard the smart-dressed coyote woman. She had a form-fitting tan Safari outfit, with short-shorts and a brilliant red ascot tied loosely to her tawny furred mane. "Hello there, my wonderful new friends! I'm Shelly Lang, and I'll be your tour guide today!" the coyote girl had a sweet and sonorous voice, bubbling with enthusiasm as she continued, "I am ever so excited to show you all the wonders the Bay Area zoo has to offer! Well okay then, are we all ready to go on adventures!? Please remember to disable the flash on your smart-phones, as sudden brightness could upset the wildlife."
Several attendees made a show of fidgeting with their phones. One sloth man groaned out morosely after he dropped his phone, the screen instantly cracking on the park's cobblestone walkway. Condolences offered, the group moved on to the park's first exhibit. Shelly was walking backwards as she spoke to everyone, knowing the park's layout by heart, "I always like to start the tour with my personal favorite attraction, our feral wolf exhibit!" With a sweeping gesture of her paw-like hand, Shelly motioned towards a sprawling natural enclosure area in a depressed area of the park, surrounded by rails.
The various spectators assembled around the rail. It took a few moments, but people started getting into the showcase after catching glimpse of a sleepy pack of shaggy, feral lupine animals milling under the shade of a series of pine trees. "It's really quite amazing to think that a coyote person like myself is descended from these majestic beasts! But they may not feel such kinship, sadly, as wolves often compete, and even predate feral coyotes in the wild. Sadly, our park doesn't have a feral coyote exhibit, but I'm plugging for one!" as she finished yipping out her rehearsed spiel, the exuberant guide continued on at a leisurely pace down the zoo's meandering pathways.
"Alright, folks. I know why most of you are here, and I won't try to keep you from our main attraction any longer!" the vivacious coyote yapped. She brought her tour group to an even larger enclosure. The crowd murmured with wonder at the marvelous feat of engineering. The exhibit had a robust and elaborate railing system around the steep walls, which were rimmed by a kind of natural-looking moat. The stupendous naturescape was a piece of the jungle, transplanted onto the outskirts of the Bay Area metropolitan sprawl. The centerpiece attraction, of course, were the majestic creatures inhabiting the grand space.
"That's right folks, feast your eyes; real human beings! Our zoo's breeding program is one of the most successful attempts at saving the Homo Sapiens species, which are critically endangered in the wild," Shelly made another bouncy, broad gesture to the exhibit as she stood by the fence railing. True to her word, a sullen band of mostly hairless, pink-skinned feral humans milled about on a meadow space, placed in conspicuous view of the gawking visitors. "If you know your evolutionary history, it may surprise you to realize these primitive, though highly intelligent, creatures are responsible for almost every aspect of our modern era!"
All the furred, scaled and feathered tourists openly gaped at sight of living, breathing humans in a natural setting. The Anthropocene epoch had an almost legendary status in their disparate people's shared history. The reign of humans was a great era of environmental degradation, mass extinctions, and world-changing warfare. Mutagenic bio-warfare had permanently altered the trajectory of the Earth's ecological evolution. Devastating retro-viral pathogens designed to win a long-forgotten war had degenerated the human genome irrevocably, and these ferocious brutes were the last vestiges of the human race's fleeting glory. Still, the various animal people assembled to observe their natural lifestyle couldn't help but feel a deep sense of kinship with the strange, frightful feral humans before them. The naked, bestial creatures hid a glint of intelligence in their vacant eyes, as they huddled in a disorganized group and groomed each-other's matted head hair.
"Our troop of homo sapiens is lead by a pair of alpha-males, who happen to be brothers. They're really quite special creatures, and seem particularly attentive and aware for humans. I swear, they recognize all the people who work here, and always love to show-off for our guests!" the coyote guide's shrill voice cracked with a genuine tinge of compassion, her enthusiasm for wildlife conversation abundantly clear to the assembled crowd. He bright, blue eyes sparkled as she spotted a familiar sight among the pack of humans in the zoo exhibit. "There he is, there's Mongo! He's the big one standing up over there! Oh wow, this is spectacular. He's doing some kind of...dance, I've never seen this sort of behavior before! Please, film this wonderful event!" Shelly pointed out a big, burly human male, covered in dirt and a thin coat of body hair.
Mongo was waving his arms about and stomping wildly in a strange pattern, visibly alarming some of his tribemates, but blatantly vying for the tourists' attention. He was hooting unintelligibly, and whirling in frantic circles, making an outrageous spectacle of himself. A little squirrel girl began laughing with such divine, innocent mirth at the humorous sight, that the collective mood became strikingly jovial and everyone was happily taking footage of the human beast's frenzied dancing number. Shelly was leaning over the rail with a look of child-like wonder on her fluffy muzzle, saying back to the group, "This is so unlike Mongo, but I wonder were Bongo's gotten off to? I don't see him anywhe--AIEEEE!"
It happened so fast, many of those in attendance hadn't even noticed the coyote woman get whisked away at all. A strong, grimy hand had lunged up from just under the railing, seizing the petite canine by her shirt front. Yipping wildly, Shelly was sent heaving over the rim and into the water below. Several zoo visitors peaked over the rim with trepidation, not daring to lean over as far as their tour guide had. Shelly was barking and coughing up water, but they soon realized she wasn't alone in the turbulent waters below. A brawny human male, Pongo, apparently, was quickly heaving the struggling coyote woman onto the grassy shore of the human exhibit.
People were catching on to the escalating incident taking place before them, and several people began loudly yelling for help from whomever was nearby. The most astute called into the zoo's phone number, and tried to get in contact with them. Several other uniformed park employees were already rushing over in worry as the commotion progressed, and Shelly's frantic cries rose in desperation. Everyone was raptly watching as the naked human dragged the drenched coyote woman into the midst of his excited and bewildered packmates. Mothers shied their children away, upon realizing Shelly's shirt front had ripped open in the assault, and her sopping brassiere was only covering her top two nipples, revealing six more smaller ones tapering down her toned, furry belly. The coyote girl was visibly struggling with her larger human captor, her paw-like hands scrabbling and scratching at his rippling arms in desperation as he dragged her into a tight embrace.
Shelly's blue eyes were filled with panic as she looked up at the gawking tourists and her fellow zoo workers, clutched tight to the hairy chest of a stinking human. She could feel his strong hands all over her slender limbs and torso, ripping apart what remained of her damp, tan uniform, until the lithe coyote woman was reduced to her undergarments and boots. "H-Help! Someone help! He's...Oh god he's poking into my back! My lower back! HELP, QUICK!" Shelly barked out frantically, as the feral savage continued groping at her bra and panties, until they too snapped off her damp fur.
"Shelly! Just hold on, Dwayne's coming!" a Zebra woman yelled down urgently. Suddenly, a towering bear man bearing a peculiar rifle was bearing over to the exhibit's edge, taking aim at the unwilling coupling taking place below. The ursine marksman used the rail to steady his barrel, holding his breath as he took careful aim, knowing how important it was to hit with the first shot. With a squeeze of his big, clawed finger, a pneumatic hiss unleashed the furred dart with stupendous speed. At first, Dwayne raised his paw in triumph, then realized in horror that the red-dyed tail of the dart was poking out of Shelly's shoulder, and that he'd missed Pongo entirely.
"OH fuck, goddamn, okay, Fucking hell," Dwayne stammered, as he hastily loaded up another tranquilizer dart. The zebra woman hastily stopped him, exclaiming, "Dwayne! Goddammit, you fucking idiot! There's enough tranquilizer in there to sedate a raging human! If you hit Shelly with another, she might die! We--We can't risk it!" The flustered bear man looked quickly back forth from his co-worker's face, to the panic-inducing sight of Shelly being brutally manhandled.
Pongo's intentions towards the small coyote woman had become abundantly clear, as he locked his limbs around her in an intimate coupling. One of the bearded human's rough hands were playing across the coyote girl's fluffy chest, toying across her numerous, perky nipples with blatant fascination. The other was locked firmly around the narrow base of Shelly's shaggy tail, and was yanking on the furred scut with domineering force. Most obscene of all, was Pongo's engorged, human phallus, which was clumsily battering around the thick, damp pubic fur surrounding the canine's black-lipped vaginal sheathe. The feisty coyote girl was rendered into a flopping, slurring mess by the tranquilizer dart embedded into her shoulder. Her sparkling blue eyes were gazing back at Dwayne and Diane with a look of shame and betrayal, partially obscured through her drooping lids.
"Then what the fuck do we do, Diane!? He's raping her!" Dwayne screamed at the top of his lungs, making several people in attendance cry out, or otherwise exclaim in shock. Numerous others were filming the perverse spectacle in rapt fascination, including some that were taking photographs, the bright flicker of their camera flashes flaring out dramatically. The tribe of humans became increasingly alarmed and agitated by the upsetting events transpiring around them, especially the bright bursts of light from the surrounding smartphone lenses. The roused humans crowded around Pongo's side in a confused huddle, partially obscuring the coupling pair from sight, and ensuring the impossibility of another clean shot. Mongo was most prominent at his brother's side, and had joined him in wantonly molesting the drugged coyote girl.
Shelly managed a slurred, rising yip as Pongo's large manhood finally struck home into her tight, canine sheathe. The little coyote woman didn't get out much, and her precious cookie was maddeningly tight about the forceful human savage's phallus. When Pongo began thrusting back and forth into her shallow sex, the protruding, dark lips of her squishy sex clung instinctively tight about his flaring tip. Shelly let out gurgling yips and barks at the intense sexual assault, but the drugs helped ease the discomfort of the process, though the rough hands playing and tweaking her nipples kept making her feeling uneasy and abused.
Little did Shelly know, but a team of zoo experts were frantically trying to come up with an evacuation plan for the beleaguered employee, while also trying to preserve the lives of the endangered feral humans in their exhibit. It was a tense negotiation, trying to decide how to go about rescuing the poor woman successfully, without endangering more employees, or the ultimately innocent creatures surrounding her. None of this was helpful to Shelly in the moment, however, as Pongo's thick length bottomed out to the hilt in her tight coyote cunt. Her yips melded together into a drawn out squeal as her black vaginal lips spasmed about the hilt of his throbbing penis, Shelly feeling particularly ashamed as she looked at all the cameras and phones being pointed towards her direction from the overlooking zoo exhibit rails.
Didn't these people have any shame? Couldn't they see that she was being brutally taken advantage of by these wild creatures, and that she at least deserved some privacy, if not immediate rescue? The coyote girl began crying, eliciting the large human male embedded in her slit to shift his grip from her tail. He began murmuring sweetly to the scared zoo employee, petting his calloused hand over her delicate snout and large, pointed ears with crude affection. Shelly could feel him licking and chewing at the tan fluff of her scruffy mane.