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Anti-Theft Device

By Zrathie

The coyote unzipped his jacket to reveal his shoplifting haul. He had only taken one item, but it was an expensive one. He placed it on his bed and took off his jacket. He was starting to get a little sweaty under it. The coyote licked his chops as he looked down at the prize. It was his unique shoplifting jacket with hidden pockets sewn inside.

An FGE jogging jumpsuit for women was on Dorset's bed. A small mom and pop store downtown had possessed the latest in automated computerised clothing. It was made of a smart fabric that could adjust to a body type as a one size fits all garment. It was quite wiz-bang too with GPS fitness tracking, heart rate and hydration monitoring the whole nine yards. Dorset swished his tail behind him as he couldn't believe his luck.

It had been so easy! The hefty badger store owner had gone out the back to help another customer. With the other patron, oblivious to Dorset's actions. He wrapped one of the jumpsuits around his torso under his coat. He didn't dare risk staying for more items. He strolled out the front door as casually as you please. It was still a rush for him.

Dorset had started shoplifting in his late teens when he discovered he had a strong fetish for cross-dressing in women's clothes. He didn't have a girlfriend who he could take shopping with to hide that half the stuff was for him, so he decided to steal. He justified it to himself that showing up at the cash register with women's clothes would get him labelled a pervert.

He just had to try it on. He stripped out of his jeans and a tee-shirt and stood nude in his room. He picked up the jumpsuit and zipped it open. It took little effort to slip inside. He found that he was far too small for it and both the legs and arm sleeves were too long. Suddenly the outfit began to shrink down, customising itself to his body. It only took a minute or so for the jogging suit to finish its adjustments.

Dorset looked himself over in the mirror. He felt so comfortable and looked so cute and girly. The fabric was sumptuous, unlike some other sportswear he had tried. The coyote swished around and shook his rump. His cock was rock hard by now he could see his boner forming a lump pointing upwards from the bulge made by his testes. He ran one of his paws over his covered erection. He could easily see himself pawing off in this.

He went to his toy drawer and took out his magic wand. He wanted to masturbate like a woman using his favourite vibrator. Dorset bent down as he plugged it into the wall outlet. The coyote lay down on the bed and turned on his vibrating wand, it hummed loudly. It didn't take long to work its magic. He drew his toy towards his erection, panting with expectancy. He cried out as he felt the powerful vibrations. He pushed the wand up the length of his canine erection.

He only stopped when he reached the top right near his urethra. He was on the delicious boundary between pain and pleasure. He rubbed the toy in small circles before he couldn't stand it. He lifted the vibrating head away. It hummed loudly as it hung in the air just out of reach. He brought his toy lower towards his swollen sheath. His knot was still inside trapped in the tight confines of his sheath. Just waiting to emerge.

He pressed his wand back down, sending powerful vibrations into his cock. In a few more moments, his knot pushed free. Over the next several moments, he teased himself with his toy bringing him closer and closer to release. He continued for several more minutes. He wanted to be wet feel his pre-cum coat the crotch of his outfit much like a women's wet vulva getting hot to trot. He looked down and noticed the dark patch made by all the excitement he had leaked.

The was it he would finish himself off. He puffed and whined as he pressed the magic wand into his erection pressing the head tightly against his manhood. He rubbed the toy up and down as he could feel the pleasure build higher. He whined and panted as he felt his orgasm hit. Thick creamy ropes of coyote cum shot into the garment. Still, he kept the wand pressed close his cock was soon spent, but he pressed harder.

His whined and crossed his legs as the overstimulation hit him. He was a naughty boy that needed to be punished, so he kept the vibrator pressed close for several more moments. Finally, he couldn't stand this self-torture and longer and withdrew his toy, flicking it off in the process. He dropped it next to him and laid back on his bed. It took a few minutes for him to recover and to start cleaning up.

He got up and when into his bathroom. He stripped out of the jogging suit. As he peeled it down past his crotch, his sticky ropes of cum stuck to his fur. He would have to clean both him and the jogging suit before the next session. He walked over to his washing machine and dumped the jogging suit in with some laundry detergent. He turned on the cycle and when and took a shower.

The jogging suit was perfect; it was like silk around his genitals. It reminded him of some of the panties he had tried. After washing both himself and his magic wand, he took his new addition to his cross-dressing wardrobe and draped it over his indoor clothing airer to dry. The rest of the day was spent going out for dinner and going to bed.

It was the next morning when his mind returned to his jogging suit. Dorset opened his eyes and reached down to give his morning wood a few casual gropes. He slowly got up, took a leak and walked out into his living room. Dorset reached down to check that the jogging suit was dry. He was pleased it was ready for another session, so he took it off the drying rack.

It had kept its size from the last time he had worn it, a form-fitting fit. He slipped it over his body and zipped it closed. He walked back into his bedroom.

"Attention your FGE product has been reported stolen," came a male voice.

Dorset jumped. This was new, it must be a new anti-theft measure! He better take it off. The coyote lunged for the back zipper. He felt around for the zipper tab, but he only found seamless fabric. The zipper was gone!

"Exit access locked," came the voice seemingly from inside his head.

What? He was locked inside! They couldn't do that, would they? The coyote walked across the room. When he got to his door, he froze. He found he could only move his head and neck. The rest of his body was rooting in place.

"What the fuck!" he exclaimed.

"Wearer motor control disabled. Direct wearer control enabled," said what must be the jumpsuit itself.

The suit was hugging his body tightly. He still couldn't move and was about to yell for help. He opened his mouth and found he couldn't speak. He tried again as panic shot up his spine.

"Wearer muted. Volcleiations disabled," said the jumpsuit.

Now Dorset was a prisoner in his own body. He was panicking, but his body stood there only his tail lashed around wildly.

"Hello, Mr Coyote, I'm Sophia, your new personal trainer," said a new female voice.

Dorset could not yell for help but was soon free to look around. The source of the voice wasn't a speaker but must be some kind of computer-to-biological interface.

"Many furs lack the motivation to get fit, but our direct wearer control feature allows me to push you the extra mile. I'm afraid silly shoplifting coyotes cannot be trusted to make their own decisions. I'll be in charge of your new workout plan," said Sophia.

Dorset could only whine.

"Let's go, silly 'yote," said Sophia.

Dorset launched himself down the hall. It was not his choice he moved by the jumpsuit somehow in control of HIS body. Dorset opened his door and closed it behind him. He was locked out he didn't have his keys or wallet or even his cell phone. He tried again to call out, but he could only whine and huff.

"There's no yapping from you mister," said Sophia.

The trapped coyote was at the entry door to his apartment building. He or more precisely, Sophia opened the door. Blood rushed up to his cheeks as they stepped onto the street. Dorset was wearing a hot pink and white jumpsuit out in public. Not only that he could see the lump of his sheath and balls at his crotch. The suit tightened up to be much more revealing more than when he had first worn it.

Dorset had been running for a few blocks before he started panting. He was no jogger by a long shot, It was Sophia forcing him to work out. By a few more blocks Sophia had eased off the speed. Dorset was sweating in the jumpsuit under his arms felt damp. He panted his flat canine tongue slowly expanded larger as it left his open maw.

"Sweating already? You are not in the best of shape. I'm sure you'll get all musky for our workout then," said Sophia.

Dorset could see the passers-by glance at him. Some doing double-takes. The coyote tried to ignore it, but the crushing reality of his secret cross-dressing habit on full display was getting to him. Soon tears were running down his face. He would have to leave town after this.

"Silly 'yote there's no need to cry. Shoplifting isn't the crime of the century. It's better to be caught by me than some rent-a-cop with something to prove. We'll stop up ahead and get a drink of water," said Sophia.

Sophia steered Dorset towards Hammersmith Park. The coyote had regained his composure by the time they reached the park. Dorset was driven toward a drinking fountain. He was glad to have stopped as he was panting hard from the exertion of jogging all the way. Sophia bent Dorset forward and turned on the drinking fountain. The refreshing water was much needed, and Dorset lapped up his fill. After a short while, Sophia made Dorset run towards the park's jogging track.

The coyote was parked under a tree and made to wait for several minutes. Dorset was glad to be given a break, but he wondered why they had stopped. He didn't have to wonder long. A fox came jogging from the direction Dorset and Sophia had come. He was wearing FGE jogging jumpsuit but the men's version in simple black and navy blue colours.

Dorset could tell that this fox was afraid his scent reeked of fear. He looked at the coyote with pleading eyes. He was panting and smelled of musk. It was a scent Dorset couldn't quite place. Not a bad odour but something exotic. His fear scent was overpowering, whatever it was. It was becoming more and more evident that this vulpine was in the same predicament as him.

"Looks like we have another cheeky shoplifter with us today. He'll make a perfect workout partner," said Sophia.

It didn't take long for both furs to move towards the jogging track that ran through the park. Dorset and the fox were forced to run. Together they ran in a slow jog. They ran past the other park goers. They had no way to signal for help and were trapped in their respective workout wear.

The pair were impromptu workout buddies. They would do laps of the jogging track slowing down to a walk and then increasing their pace all under control of their respective work out gear. The smart clothing didn't seem out to harm them. It pushed them hard but not to breaking point. There were also plenty of water breaks. They would be forced to stop at a drinking fountain and made to drink by the machine's control. This continued for what seemed like hours but in reality, must have been shorter.

For the next lap, they were both kept at a walking pace, and Dorset was grateful for it as he was quite fatigued by this time. What was concerning him more was the state of his bladder. Throughout his work out his need to pee had been growing. There was no way for the coyote to signal to his captor his growing need. He would just have to hold it until this punishment was over. From what he had seen, so far, the workout wear didn't really want to harm them.

They stopped yet again at the drinking fountain. The fox was dragged forward first and made to drink. Dorset hoped this workout punishment would come to a close soon. He was busting for a leak. The fox sputtered, and his head was pulled away. As he was turned to face Dorset, his vulpine expression was in total panic.

A damp spot had appeared at the crotch of the fox's bodysuit. A loud hiss came from the fox's jumpsuit. A patch of wet fabric spread out, growing larger. Soon the material reached its maximum fluid capacity, and golden vulpine nectar flowed out. The vulpine's pointed features shifted into what could be described as deep relief. He must have needed to go so badly, holding it like Dorset was. This last drink must have been the tipping point. The fabric of the jumpsuit wicked away water. The fox's piss was flowing freely down his legs and from under his crotch spilling onto the ground.

The massive piss was just like the one Dorset would do in the mornings after a night of drinking. The fox's expression changed as he was made to step forward by his jogging jumpsuit. He was still pissing, and the flow changed directions as he walked. Spreading over his whole crotch and running down both legs. Dorset was moved forward. Sophia didn't make any effort to avoid the murky puddle of fox piss at the base of the drinking fountain.

Dorset could feel the fur around his paw pads wick up the still warm fox piss. The air reeked of the fox's musk. Piss was one of the most potent forms of pheromone dispersal for canines. As he drank, he had to breathe in more of the scent. Dorset felt his sheath firm up and slowly slide out from his sheath. He hated that the fox had this power over his cock. I'm not gay! He screamed into his mind. It was HIS vulpine scent, not an attraction to males doing this.

After being forced to drink more fluid yet, Dorset got turned around and marched to stand next to the fox. Dorset was sure the whole park could see the outline of his lipstick trapped within his tight outfit. It was only his full bladder making him of flaccid again. He was thankful that his cock had retreated, but now Sophia was making him run again. Both the fox and coyote began a new lap. The vulpine's piss stains were not evident with the black fabric concealing the damage. For all, any passer-by knew it was just sweat. He was soaked in sweat just like Dorset was so the scent could just as quickly be regarded as bad body odour.

Dorset just couldn't keep his mind off piss and his need to pee. He was close to breaking point. Clair jarred his bladder with each stride. Dorset was now only holding on until they reached a section of the track free of other furs. A sudden squirt of pee shot out into his crotch. He only had seconds to spare before a most public of pants wettings. As they rounded a corner into a shady grove of trees, Dorset knew it was now or never.

The coyote relaxed his bladder. It was the most uncomfortable piss of his life. Jogging along without even getting to stop. He was pissing like a racehorse and trail behind him was getting a dribbly stripe of his pee. He groaned as more of his pee flowed. It sloshed around his crotch, spreading it every leaving a half-moon stain in the pink and white fabric. It also ran down both his legs.

"Just what I was waiting for. It's time to take you both back to the shop," said Sophia.

Dorset whined, and it was soon followed by a whine from the fox too. They must have gotten similar messages.

It seemed the pair with now bound together by whatever this AI was going to do to them. Dorset closed his eyes as some of the passers-by gave him shocked and grossed-out looks. The stain around his crotch was much more prominent than the fox's one. The coyote had no chance of hiding his wet shame.

It was an embarrassing jog through the city until they arrived at a dingy alleyway. Dorset recognised this part of the town they were behind the small clothing shop where he had stolen the jogging outfit. They stopped outside a roller door. Dorset was turned to face the fox who was looking jittery. They waited together, standing stiffly. After what felt like ten minutes, Dorset began to catch his breath.

Suddenly the fox let out a whine. A forceful jet of vulpine piss shot out from the fabric of his crotch. Dorset couldn't help but stare. It started off as a few squirts and then a constant stream. His own bladder had been rapidly filling again the copious amount of water they had drunk was affecting both of them. The piss stream continued and wasn't as big as the first time he had to see the fox wet himself. A piss pooled under the fox's foot paws. Then it ran towards the gutter.

The fabric tented out at the fox's crotch. Slowly going to a full hard-on. Part of him was liking his treatment. Turning his gaze towards the vulpine's muzzle, he looked quite shy, so Dorset tried not to peek too much but couldn't help taking a glance at his bulge until it slowly slipped back into his sheath.

As much as Dorset tried to hold it the combination of his still wet jogging suit and the puddle of the foxes most recent piss forced his hand. A hot stream of coyote piss was soon running down his legs. If did feel good to let go, but he'd prefer to use the urinal. He felt the warmth of his own coyote piss run down his legs trickle, trickle, trickle. It took a few more moments for Dorset to finish wetting himself for the second time.

The roller door at the back of the shop screeched as it opened up. The portly badger was standing in the loading bay. He walked out next to where the pair remained standing.

"Look at my amateur pawn stars. Your live stream has more than made up for your shoplifting," the store owner said.

Dorset and the fox looked at each other.

"Yes, your FGE jogging jumpsuits have a vlogging set up for all those fitness influences. It came in handy today," said the badger.

The fox shivered.

"You can keep your suits but be sure to tell the local criminal element about what happens to those who steal from me," growled the badger.

The badger walked back inside and slammed the roller door shut. A minute later both and fox and Dorset found there were back in control of their bodies. Dorset's first instinct was to strip nude, but he was miles from his home and locked out. Dorset was suddenly surprised when a set of powerful licks drifted across his lips. It was the fox! He was pulled close and let the fox's probing tongue enter his muzzle. Perhaps worrying about how to get home could wait.