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Subject: {ASSM} The Box Canyon Terror (M+F, rp, MF, nc, shape change) Pulp Story!
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The Box Canyon Terror

Miriam knew that if the Mexican soldiers caught her with the letters
for the leaders of the Texan independence movement, they would shoot
her as a spy; but the box canyon was said to hold an awful secret that
might be worse than execution....


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The Box Canyon Terror

(M+F, gang rape, MF, nc, shape change)
By: Punchinello



Texas, 1836

The furious pounding of hoof beats echoed off the canyon walls. Miriam
Onez pushed her little brown filly harder to stay ahead of the Mexican
soldiers so persistent--and so close--behind her. She clutched the
weathered leather courier bag bound closer to her breast and rode on
through the rushing wind and dust of the Texas desert.

The four Mexican soldiers pushed their horses harder still, cruelly
whipping them despite their exhaustion. Their grim, unshaven faces
were set like stone. They could see their prey now. They clutched
their pistols and took wild shots at the little Texan woman when the
desert ground rushing beneath them evened out. General Santa Anna
would reward them well if they returned with a courier bag meant for
Sam Houston.

Miriam couldn't bear to look back to see if they were gaining now. She
had foolishly lingered at the river to rest, thinking the soldiers had
lost her trail in the night, only to find them topping the ridge and
splashing through the waters behind her before she had even got out of
sight of it. The land all around was rough, but almost featureless
now; there was nowhere to hide, nowhere to lose them unless she could
make the hills up ahead.

There had been five before, when they first picked up her trail and
began to pursue. One must have turned back since then; perhaps his
horse had gone lame or perhaps he returned to report the chase. Even
so, four were enough to catch her. The hills loomed large in the
distance, but they were still out of reach if Mexicans' horses didn't
give out. Gunfire whistled past her again and made her cling to her
little horse's neck. The sand and scrub rushed by her racing hooves in
a blur.

Then, in a flash and cloud of dust, the little filly stumbled. The
rocky ground had laid a wicked trap that tripped her up and sent her
tumbling into the dirt and sagebrush. Miriam went crashing to the
ground and tumbled like a rag doll into the gravel.

But as the Mexicans approached, the wily girl rolled to a sitting
position and jerked her little single-action revolver from her boot.
She cocked it and fired, cocked it and fired again. The soldiers
stopped short and put lead slugs in the dirt around her. Miriam knew
when she was beaten. She threw up her hands and tossed the pistol into
the dirt. The soldiers laughed to see her surrender. They knew she
would die as a spy, but better they have a little time with her while
she could still squeal....

They pulled her to her feet. She was sore all over, her arms scraped
and her legs bruised. Her long skirt was torn and dirty. And her
pretty white blouse with the ribbons and lace was split at the seam
and had lost enough buttons to make her clutch it closed when the men
looked her over.

"You give us the satchel, senorita," said the leader in good English.
"We take care of it for you, eh?" They stripped it off her shoulder.

"Give it back," she demanded. "There's nothing in it of value... only
letters to my family."

The men all sniggered. They must all have spoken a little English, she
realized. "We know who your family is, senorita. And we don't want
them to get any love letters from you."

"We will give them love letters of our own!" laughed another man,
shaking his pistol in the air. And they all laughed heartily.

They tied her hands and put her on her horse, now a little lame, and
escorted her along in the same direction she had been fleeing. "Where
are you taking me?" she asked bitterly. They only laughed again, but
the answer came soon enough. The ground fell away to a smooth plain,
sheltered a little from the relentless wind. There, they stopped, the
hills now tantalizingly close. If Miriam had only been able to go a
little further....

"Is good that you surrender, senorita," said the leader, pulling her
down from the saddle. "Those hills are the home of a monster--much
worse than us." Miriam only glared at him and his lies.

"Ees true," said another. "They say eet ees like a coyote, huh? A
coyote that walks like a man and has eyes that burn like red-hot
coals." Miriam said nothing. She didn't know these parts like they did
and didn't believe such tales anyway.

The little one leered at her. "His fangs are like knives, chiquita.
And he would eat you up for his dinner!"

"Is lucky for you that we save you," the leader smiled. And the others
laughed heartily again. "When it gets cooler," he said slowly, "we
ride back to the river. We camp for the night, and we ride back to the
army. But for now..." The others chuckled with anticipation. "...we
rest and we... have a little fun."

"Ah hah!" cried the little one, and they all broke into laughter and
clapping. Their rough features and dirty uniforms matched their crude
manners. What army would have such men? Not the Texan army, to be
sure. Miriam was half-Mexican, half-White, but all Texan. She yearned
for the liberty of a Texan republic and had fought to make it real.

The proud young woman stood among her captors, head high, and brushed
the loose hair from her face. The smooth, round tops of her breasts
were exposed by her open blouse. Her bare thigh peeked through her
torn skirt. The men leered at her as they went about watering the
horses from their canteens, smacked their lips as they walked by her.

The leader was called Bauto, a nickname she guessed, and the others
were Francisco, Pablo, whose English was especially bad, and the nasty
little one, Javier. They knew her name from her papers and from her
reputation. They had been assigned to catch her, she learned, by their
superior officer, and they took to their mission with zeal. Now they
had succeeded, and now they would have their reward.

As Bauto produced a bottle of whiskey, Javier pulled a concertina from
his saddle pack. Pablo pulled a whip from his. "You dance for us,
senorita," Bauto smiled wickedly. "If we like it, we don't whip you."

The afternoon sun shined hotly down on Miriam as all eyes turned to
her. Javier sat on ground and played a Mexican folk song. The
dark-haired woman did nothing. "Dance, bitch dog!" barked Pablo, and
he cracked his whip across the young woman's back. She fell heavily to
the ground, pained and stunned.

Francisco raised her up. "Thees skirt ees too heavy!" he declared and
tore it at the split, spinning her around, leaving a ragged scrap that
barely covered her thighs. Miriam burned with shame and pain. The men
whistled to see her smooth, brown legs and to see her trying in vain
to cover them. Suddenly, the whip snapped across her back again,
lashing her hotly. She fell to the ground again, but this time
clutched vainly at her skirt to keep from showing her unmentionables.

"Is her boots!" Bauto exclaimed. "She can't dance in them! Take them
off, Francisco and show us her pretty feet!"

"We don' want her running away!" Francisco cried, and he grabbed
Miriam's boots and pulled them off roughly. He tossed them aside with
her fancy stockings in the dirt and stepped away to look at her again.

Now Miriam burned hot with shame. Her bare legs and feet were exposed
to the men like a dirty peasant girl. Her breast bulged at her bodice
like a whore's. The lashes across her back were painful, but they did
not cut into her skin. She got to her feet and looked to Javier. The
little toad of a man took up his tune again and squeezed the
concertina gleefully.

Miriam began to dance, but the stony ground hurt her feet. The
soldiers laughed to see her distress and clapped their hands to the
rhythm of the music. Even dour Pablo laughed and snapped his whip
lightly at her legs to keep her moving. They stared at her bobbing
breasts, barely concealed and barely contained by her torn blouse.
Even Miriam knew that this was next.

"More!" Bauto cried. "Shake your titties for us!" They all laughed,
but Miriam complied. Her face flushed red as she shook her shoulders
in front of the soldier, he urging her closer, closer. "Let them out
to play!" he exclaimed and popped the remaining buttons on her blouse
with a single jerk at her bodice. Miriam's breasts burst out of her
top and shook in the desert sun. She gasped covered them with the
bound hands, but Pablo snapped the whip across her back and bare legs
as a warning. At last, the dark-haired girl let her hands fall away
and reveal her naked breasts to the hooting soldiers.

"Ay, ay, ay! What titties, senorita! Shake them for us!" Javier
resumed his playing, and Miriam took up the dance again, shamefully
shaking her breasts and hips for the men's pleasure.

"Strip her naked!" Bauto called. In a moment, Francisco was reaching
under her skirt and yanking at Miriam's pantalets. He tore the cotton
dainties as he stripped them off her, exposing her completely for a
moment to the delight of the others. Her smooth, round bottom stuck up
in the air, black curly pubic hair visible on the underside where the
lips of her vulva were plainly visible. Miriam rolled over onto her
back and pushed her skirt down, but the men only laughed cruelly
again.

Pablo snapped the whip at the girl and made her jump. She crawled away
from him desperately, exposing her ripe, round bottom again and making
the others shout and squeal.

"Lay her out!" Bauto demanded. Pablo dropped the whip and advanced on
her grimly. Francisco chuckled low as he came for her too. He grasped
her slim wrist as she twisted and whined. Pablo snapped her bonds with
his knife and held her down as she struggled, breasts heaving, head
thrashing.

Bauto approached her slowly, rubbing the bulge in his trousers and
licking his lips. Miriam struggled vainly, kicking her slender bare
legs until Francisco held them down. Bauto pulled out a half-hard
prick and kneeled between her brown thighs. "This is why the senoritas
should not become spies," he growled, slapping his hardening cock
against her vulva. "Spit on her pussy!" he shouted.

Francisco spat a fat glob of saliva on Miriam's dark slit. He rubbed
it around and into her hole with rough, many fingers, grinning
wickedly at her distress. Bauto slapped his cock against her pussy
lips again and pushed the knob against them. The dark-eyed girl
groaned and whimpered as she was violated. Javier played a wedding
song on the concertina.

Francisco bent down and sucked and nipped at Miriam's nipples. The
firm young breasts jutted out for him as the girl arched her back and
writhed in her struggles. Pablo pinned her hands to the ground with
his knees so he could whip out his own prick and slap her in the face
with it, laughing cruelly.

Between her legs, Bauto pushed inside her, violating her completely,
and burying his hardened meat inside her. "Have you had a man inside
you before, senorita?" he asked. "Huh? Have you felt a cock inside
your hot little pussy?" Miriam had. She was married for a few
months... until her young husband was killed by the Mexican army.

Bauto huffed and grunted, thrusting into her. Pablo pinned her head
with his thighs and slapped her with his prick again and again and
even slapped her breasts with his coiled up whip. Francisco struggled
to keep her legs pinned. Bauto's rhythm increased suddenly, and in a
moment he was desperately thrusting into Miriam's small young body.
The girl gasped and whimpered, only to find her mouth slapped by
Pablo's big, firm dick. She snapped at it, but only suffered more
cruelly for it.

At last, Bauto hunched over and buried his cock as deeply as it would
go, his balls pumping thick semen into the struggling girl's pussy,
and at last pulled out to smear his jism all over her aching slit.
Miriam gasped and bucked, but only found a hot glob of cum spill over
her lips and into her open mouth. She coughed and sputtered, trying to
spit the jism out, but Pablo jammed his throbbing dick into her face
and slapped her with it again and again as he finished spurting. All
the soldiers laughed and joked over her bruised and defiled body.

Then, in a hazy moment of pain and shame, Miriam found her hands
freed, her legs released, and her head free from the grip of Pablo's
thighs. The men all sat back to rest and immediately fell to arguing
over whose turn it was to violate her next.

Miriam rolled onto her stomach and crawled to her knees. The horses
were only a few yards away. Did she have the strength to escape? Did
the men have the strength to catch her? She had to try. This could be
her only hope before being dragged back to Santa Anna and hanged as a
spy.

In a flash, the nearly naked woman leaped up and dashed for the
nearest horse. The stones cut her bare feet, but she caught its reins
and held it as it reared up with a startled whinny. The soldiers
stuffed her dicks back into their trousers and followed quickly, but
Miriam scared off the other horses as soon as she leaped into the
saddle. "Hyah! Heeyah!" she cried and slapped at the horses withers to
chase them off.

Francisco was the first to reach her, and the big horse reared up
again as he came under it, and Miriam jerked the reins to get twist
the horse in his direction. The big animal's hoof came down on
Francisco's chest and knocked him heavily to the ground, nearly
crushing him under it as it stamped the dust.

None of the men had their pistols handy, and only Pablo was armed at
all. He lashed out with his whip as Miriam took off, but only caught
the horse's hindquarters, startling it and causing it to lunge forward
into full gallop. The men stood dumbly for a moment as they watched
their prize captive ride off toward the hills.



Miriam quickly found herself surrounded by steep slopes and rock
walls. The Mexican soldiers were never far behind, but they could not
find her in the maze of rocky hills and outcroppings.

The river ran through here once, she could tell, but the bed was dry
and gravelly now. The walls echoed every sound, bouncing it from one
to another and masking the source. At first relieved to be among the
high canyon walls, Miriam grew more and more uneasy as the hours
passed and the sunlight began to wane. The stories the men had told
her of a monster in these hills and canyons seemed more believable now
that she was among them, half-naked and unarmed.

She could here the yips of coyotes in the distance--or were they
distant? The echoes confused every noise. The girl looked behind her
again, as if this time the saddle pack would be there, offering a
pistol or water, but the soldiers had removed them to let the horses
rest. When she turned back, she saw a creature that made her blood run
cold.

There, standing up on a rock in the dying light of twilight, was a
huge coyote with a large, gleaming eyes, red like burning embers. Its
pelt was dusty brown with a wide, dark stripe down its back. And its
forelegs seemed stretched--elongated--with huge paws.

The horse saw it too, and reared suddenly, throwing Miriam into the
dirt and fleeing at full gallop back the way they had come. The girl
lay on the ground, frozen in pain and fear. The creature was not a
coyote; not really. It was something else... something more.

The creature eyed with particular interest. Then Miriam saw that
between its legs hung a large, red prick, jutting proudly under its
belly. It was excited by her nakedness. It was in heat for her. Her
blood ran hot again and flushed her body red. She covered herself and
slunk into the cool shadows behind a rock. The coyote creature moved
to see her again, and stared hungrily down on her from its rock.

Then noises came echoing through the canyon. The creature immediately
pricked up its ears and looked away toward the direction Miriam had
come. The Mexican soldiers were coming. Miriam was trapped. The coyote
creature snarled and showed its huge yellow fangs, still looking away
toward the sounds. Then it leaped off its rock and rushed into the
shadows toward the noises.

Miriam was astonished. Her heart pounded like thunder. She looked
around and saw now that she was more trapped than she had realized.
She had wandered into a box canyon--there was no way out but the way
she came in.



The shadows crept down over the canyon walls with astonish speed and
stealth. Miriam could almost see them move as she crouched, terrified,
among the rocks. She heard a voice call out, "Senorita? Little kitty?
Come out and play with us again!" It was Javier, she thought, the
little concertina player with the wicked tongue.

Suddenly, Miriam heard a cry go up and rough Spanish shouted. A
gunshot, then two more, echoed through the canyon a hundred times. And
the scream of a man followed.

Then the canyon erupted in shouts. Bauto called to his men to gather
together again, so clearly they had separated to look for her. But
only Pablo and Francisco answered. Miriam was chilled to think how
close they were now. If they continued looking they would surely find
her.

But suddenly Francisco's voice screamed out for his companions. Miriam
heard snarls and gasps, but not more gunshots. Then she heard Bauto
and Pablo, terrifyingly close, huffing and stammering in Spanish.
"Coyote," they said.

Then she saw Pablo, just beyond the rock wall, creeping uneasily,
pistol drawn, head snapping back and forth at every noise. They all
heard the scratching, the tumbled of stones around them. Pablo reached
behind him, just out of sight, reaching for Bauto, Miriam guessed.
Then he staggered back, and both men screamed. Pablo fired his pistol
again and again, emptying it into the unseen attacker that had surely
pounced on Bauto.

The terrified man turned to run, but no sooner had the snarling,
tearing, gasping sounds behind him died down than a huge shadow leaped
out from behind the rocks and tackled him.

Pablo turned on his back and swung his pistol at the hairy creature
that had just killed his superior and his companions in arms. The huge
coyote creature snapped his arm and thrashed back and forth while the
man screamed. It savaged his throat and face tearing bloody gashes and
lapping up the blood like a demon.

Miriam was frozen in absolute terror, crouched in the shadows behind
the rock, utterly helpless against such a bloodthirsty monster. But
when the creature had finished off the last of the Mexican soldiers,
it did not turn to stalk her. Instead, it looked up with a bloody maw
and brought its paw up to wipe the gore away like a human might. And
it reared up on its hind legs and tottered there a moment, huge and
dark, fire burning in its eyes like nothing the girl had ever seen.

Then its back straightened. It ran its paws through its fur around its
head and seemed to wipe away not only the blood and skin of its
victims, but the very animal features of its face. Indeed, its paws
themselves, huge and elongated, flexed like fingers of a hand. Its
legs straightened, cracked and popped, and straightened again. Miriam
stood motionless and awestruck.

The creature moved toward her slowly, its fur seeming to melt away in
the moonlight, leaving the smooth, ruddy skin of a man. Only the dark
fur on its head remained, flowing into a wild tangle of hair. As it
came closer, Miriam saw that the transformation was complete. This was
a man, an Indian, naked and heavily muscled, wiping the blood off his
mouth and staring at her nakedness with burning eyes.

He said nothing as he approached her, only sniffed her and took in her
scent like an animal would. His penis hung heavy between his legs. His
hands, bloody and rough, touched her as he circled around behind her.
Miriam stiffened. He came very close behind her, sniffed her neck, her
hair. He put his hand around her and felt her breasts. Miriam closed
her eyes. She could smell him too, a powerful musky scent like an
animal. It flooded her body with new sensations; her blood quickened
and her body flushed.

Wordlessly, the animal man fondled her, loosed her skirt and let it
fall, caressed her naked thighs. Miriam struggled to breathe evenly,
calmly, as her heart pounded in her chest and her body began to react
as an animal. Her vulva, so recently violated by the soldiers, but
suddenly slick and warm. Her breasts were firm, her nipples hard and
pointed. She sucked her bottom lip as she felt the man creature's
prick press against her vulva from behind.

Miriam was bent forward over the rock and her thighs spread. With
exquisite slowness, the man animal pressed his hardened prick into her
moist canal, pressing her apart and making her moan. All human thought
fled Miriam's mind as the creature pushed gradually into her, then
pulled back and pushed again, harder, deeper. She felt as though she
would be split apart by the big cock filling her up.

The Indian slid into her and pulled back again and again, slowly
gaining speed and force. His strong body held her powerfully from
behind, groping her breasts, stroking her throat. She pushed back
against him to match his rhythm, all thought of danger and fear
melting away to be replaced by animal lust. She grunted and moaned
involuntarily, half unconscious and overcome with the pleasure.

Her body shook and groaned, her breasts heaving with each gasping
breath, and suddenly arched stiffly and trembled in the Indian's
strong arms as the powerful spasms of orgasm took her body. The animal
man thrust deep into her now, taking her roughly, fucking her from
behind like an animal, making her cum again and again, shooting his
jism inside her and flooding her cunt with their combined juices.
Miriam sobbed and gasped, utterly destroyed, and slumped over the rock
in exhaustion and relief. It had been a long time since she had taken
a lover who had brought her to crisis, and the pleasure brought back
waves of memories of her beloved husband.

She came to her senses only just in time to see the creature,
transformed again into his half-coyote form, rushing away, taking to
all fours, and disappearing in the rocks and shadows.



Naked and exhausted, in a dreamlike haze, Miriam found a horse and
rode back to find her saddle pack, boots, and courier satchel. She
covered herself as best she could with the tattered skirt and dug out
a fresh blouse and stockings. Then she road away, scratched and
bruised, into the strange, mysterious moonlit night.


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