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A most smashing hunt

Not a single cloud covered the skies unveiling a spectacular view of the night sky. Today was a new moon having the milky way and countless stars be the only sources of light resulting in a nearly pitch dark surface of the Earth. No light, no sound and no movement were detectable creating a void below the stars.

Far out at the horizon in the east a faint rim of light gradually appeared marking the very first start of dawn. As faint as this new light still was it did create a silhouette of hills. Slowly the landscape was being revealed but no details were as of yet to be seen.

Suddenly a bright light appeared within one of the valleys between the hills along with the roar of a powerful engine. Invisible in the dark a small dirt road curved alongside the river which had created these hills through the ages.

The road was narrow, soft and broken and yet had to endure the weight of a heavy truck. Occasionally a lump of dirt broke off and fell into the water as multiple wheels ran over the weakened passage adding to the damage already done. Once in a while the truck nearly tumbled as the road tilted into the river but the skilled driver managed to keep it on the road. A grunt could be heard as the vehicle shook when it crossed a steep bump.

"Be quiet!"

A snort followed the sound of the firm female voice. The driver looked to her left to see the passenger, sound asleep and absolutely without care about the precarious ride going on.

"You'd better wake up. Wake up! And fetch the key! We will be there shortly."

A touch of frost hit the road, the first in many months. Ice crystals enhanced the lighting of the perilous road slightly revealing the woods covering the steep banks on both sides of the river. At the far side of the river the trees abruptly stopped and were replaced by a tall wall. This wall was thick and old and breached in several places. Some of these breaches had been caused by the natural decay of things while others were caused by wars ages ago.

Shortly after the old wall had appeared faintly lit stone towers became visible beyond the wall. These towers were connected by a higher wall marking out an old medieval castle. As opposed to the outer wall aligned with the river this second line of defence seemed to be in prime condition. The young female passenger looked at the structure in amazement, her mouth wide open and her gaze in disbelief.

In front of the truck and on the opposite side of the river a large gate house appeared along the wall. On the road side of the river, opposite to this gate house stood two half barriers closing off a non-existing entrance to the castle. The driver passed these barriers first, then smoothly backed the truck into a steep sideway at a ninety degree angle lining up straight with the barriers and the gateway on the opposite bank.

"Hand me the key!"

The young passenger handed over a long and ancient looking golden key. The driver stalled the vehicle and got out to approach the barriers. Next to the barriers stood a box on a pole with a keyhole. When the driver pushed in her key the box opened and a lighted display was revealed. On the display the face of a black panther appeared and a male voice crackled through tiny holes below the display.

"State your business!"

"May I enter my own home?"

"Of course, Your Highness!"

The driver retrieved her key and the box closed up again. On the other side of the river a draw bridge came down and then extended over the river until it reached the truck's side. The barriers opened as the female driver hand reached her seat and closed her door. A moment later the vehicle started moving across the river and into the gate house.

No more than a sheet of paper would have fit in between the roof of the truck and the ceiling of the gate house. Beyond the outer wall there was little space for the truck's length and the driver had to wedge the cabin into the secondary gate house, the entrance of the secondary wall, to fit the truck right within the primary rim. Behind them the draw bridge was retrieved ensuring a tight security to the castle even at this modern age as the ice cold river held more than one obstacle against unwanted visitors.

Both females dismounted the cabin and joined to meet the black bipedal panther. Both females had lioness features which faded ever more humanoid, turning them into young beautiful blondes clothed in archaic silk dresses embroiled with gold and jewellery. Lion tails disappeared underneath the skirts.

"Princess! We are deeply honoured by your return. And you!"

The black panther turned to the younger blond lioness gazing around the medieval gate house clearly baffled by the scene from a bygone age.

"I have not seen you since you were a cub! All these years..."

"It's time for my niece to learn her elevated status. But that is only a trivial part of our presence. Where is Lynn?"

A door opened at the side of the gate house and a bipedal red-furred vixen entered the room. With each step she took her body turned ever more humanoid until, when she reached the princess, a busty and slightly chubby young female with curly red hair remained, well dressed in black leather covering just about her foxy body odour.

The blond and ginger females embraced and exchanged a couple of polite kisses on the cheek.

"Lynn! It's been too long!"

"Welcome, Princess! Yes, it's been a long time. But you know you can trust me! Sorry for the slight delay, but this activity requires a breeding operation. And to have them breed as quickly and efficiently as we do here requires my... special attention."

"I understand. I trust you made progress."

"Of course we did. It's just a matter of innovative spirit and creativity. No laws are being breached. Our staff is well trained and is training daily perfecting the new methods."

"New methods of what?"

The younger blond looked at the elder females and had a confused look on her face. The princess turned to her and patted her head.

"You will see, Aria. We first need breakfast. Then we will get a tour by Lynn, won't we?"

"Of course! Breakfast will be served as soon as you take your seats."

"James! Take our clothes from the truck to our quarters. Take out the horses, feed them and then ready them for..."

"...Excuse me, Princess, but your horses will be inadequate. They will require a training course to participate. We can start right away if you wish. We are preparing Master horses for you both as we speak."

The Princess looked confused for a moment, then relaxed reluctantly accepting being contradicted."

"I trust you, Lynn. Please proceed."

The castle was constructed with multiple layers of defence as late medieval times would have it. First there was the outer wall which followed the river and two of its side streams before connecting into a rim at the edge of an artificial moat. Then there was a second wall with towers raised up high to cover the first wall and to retain the defence in case of a first line breach. And finally beyond that was the dungeon which provided the actual living space for the medieval resident.

Within the dungeon sat the main hall which served as the dining hall during breakfast. It was well lighted and well heated by modern means, though the renovation had kept its medieval appeal plunging the diners into the old ages.

Breakfast this morning consisted of baked beans, eggs and bacon, toast, sausages, black pudding and tea and coffee. Along with the Princess and her niece many more well dressed male and female humanoids all with hidden furry pointy ears and swaying tails. Some were wearing red or black riding garments, while others wore green and brown camouflage clothes. Castle staff hurried bring food and carrying off emptied plates and cups.

"Commoner food? I thought we were 'elevated'?"

"Eat it all, Aria! This is a feast! We'll be hunting all day after we're done here."

"Hunting?"

"We are top predators! This is what we do! And you better keep it all in when we see that first kill!"

Aria's cheerful look had vanished as breakfast came to an end. She clearly felt unhappy with the idea of hunting. When she got up Lynn came up close and petted her blond hair.

"It's ok to feel a little uneasy at the idea of bloodshed. Many young predators do. But when you see what we're developing here I know you will want to take part in this game. Feel free to masturbate when you see them meet their end, if you feel like it."

Lynn lead them out of the dungeon toward the high wall. Opposite from where the truck was parked there was another identical gate house. As they moved they passed staff brushing and dressing up horses, smithies making horse shoes and riders ordering about their personal servants sending them on errands or having them help putting boots on.

As the sun had risen Aria and the Princess could now see large cages built up against the wall. Each had one or more foxes contained. Into the wall within each cage one or more large holes were cut out serving as dens for the foxes. Within the gate house Lynn opened a side door which lead into the wall where yet more foxes resided.

A strong fox, urine and faeces odour hit Aria's nose. At first it disgusted her, but as soon as the door fell shut behind her the mix triggered an instinctive appeal.

"All fox hunting operations require a breeding program. We offer a bounty for live foxes and cubs brought to us and will keep and feed them and breed them to some extend. Fur farm also provide us with the majority of our foxes mutually benefitting our business and theirs. As you know fur farming is about to be outlawed and so converting into "hunt farming" allows their business to continue. We provide them with a brand new market, they provide us with the qualities and quantities we want. The right fox for the right hunt!"

Confused as ever young Aria looked at the foxes as they walked through. Some foxes indeed were very skittish and hid quickly before they even reached them while others did not care and yet others seemed to beg for attention. All cages seemed quite comfortable with sufficient food and water, hay and an occasional pillow, toys showing various degrees of destruction...

"You breed them? But isn't hunting supposed to..."

"To manage wildlife? Traditional fox hunting is all smoke and mirrors, all show. The partakers want to see blood: they want to see a fox die. That is what they pay for. It is very rare to come across a local resident fox who knows all the escapes and hide-outs. So we simply have our pig runners go onto our domain or the area the hunters want to go and provide them with a fox to hunt. THAT is what the hunters pay for and why the fee is so hefty. And some hunts prefer a more sportive event with a more challenging fox to hunt while others might prefer a more casual day with a more naïve or spoiled and fat fox and yet others may want a tame or even perverted fox for very special hunts."

Aria thought for a bit, letting this revelation sink in. Some of the rumours of fox rearing now came into place and made sense.

"But isn't it illegal to hunt traditionally?"

Lynn nodded as she opened a new door which lead to one of the towers. Inside this tower a dozen or so dogs were housed in cages. None of them were typical hounds, but rather a mix of domestic breeds and mutts.

"Traditional hunting with hounds set upon a fox has been illegal for nearly two decades now indeed. And those who continue this tradition do so at the peril of prosecution, even if they are royals. When exposed on social media the perpetrators also face a public shunning and backlash as most of the public no longer supports this method of hunting. The answer, my answer, is innovation which aligns traditional hunting with the law."

Lynn pointed at the nearest mutt which seemed a far cry from any traditional hunting breed.

"These dogs never depart from their leash, the pigs are always in control. All we need from them is their nose and their bark. It's the horses that we now use for hunting and killing the prey."

Both Aria blinked and looked surprised, as did the Princess. Lynn had known the princess ever since they were cubs and had provided her with expertise and guidance on foxes and fox hunting. Having demonstrated many methods of handling and disposing foxes, some of which were quite brutal, the Princess had entrusted Lynn with seeking out creative ways to hunt in the shades of the law. But the idea of using the horses seemed awfully impractical and even absurd.

"Are you serious, Lynn? Horses are not predators. They don't typically go out for killing."

"Your horses would not be able to participate, Your Highness. Not yet anyway. It requires selection and training, but it can be done. Along with the standard fox breeding operation we are conducting extensive horse breeding operations to create these new breeds of killer horses ready for hunting. So far the results are very promising. I suppose they will be as the war horses of old once those genes are strengthened."

Lynn had them walk through the next section of the wall and leave at the next wall into the area between the defensive walls. Immediately they were landed among stables and small enclosed paddocks wedged within the limited space.

About every breed of pony and horse seemed to be present, from miniature ponies to large draft horses. Intense training was conducted on some of them, regardless of breed. And the most astounding scene Aria noticed were stables built up against the secondary wall which were constructed as large cages and which both served to house horses and ponies but also contained foxes seemingly unphased by living among horses.

As they moved closer to the gate house they were at earlier they came across a large part of the outer wall that was either crumbled into rubble or completely missing. The moat beyond this wall had been filled allowing easy access to the area outside the castle. There a couple of arena's were built along with several trenches which went in a circle and surrounded a rotating wheel. Lynn guided the two blondes into this area.

"As you may have noticed all we seek out horses with the required traits for our hunt, regardless of breed. We are looking for "naughty" and slightly aggressive horses. We seek horses that will intentionally step on things, kick at things and which may kill things. If they pass the initial test we seek to train them for the hunt and breed them to create a brand new line of hunting horses."

The trio made its way to the largest trench and wheel construction. As they approached a huge Belgian draft mare was brought into the trench, lead down on a ramp until only its head was visible from afar. The mare looked up exited as Lynn approached and entered the trench to meet up with the animal. A pat on the shoulder and a horse nose on the vixen's back concluded their brief greeting.

"This is Belgica! She is one of the Master horses and my personal horse. She is well trained and perfect at performing the task expected from her: kill foxes under her hooves."

The princess chuckled and laughed at the notice.

"Surely you are joking, Lynn. Even my horse has a hard time keeping up with a fox, let alone deal with its agility. Do you want us to believe that mega beast is used to hunt?"

"Of course she is not a fast horse, but that is not a requirement. A Master horse is a draft horse, ridden by well paying and honoured hunt guests and brought in as soon as a fox is immobilised to administer the final deadly crush on the prey. Due the size of their feet and their weight and size crushing a fox happens as quickly as we crush a fly. Or they can squeeze down on less vital parts if the guests wish to experience a more drawn out killing."

On the wheel there were six spokes which pushed through the rim and ended in a nob sculptured as a fox' head. This nob provided a hook to which a tacked up horse could be attached. But when the pig helpers tried to attach Belgica they were told not to by the andromorphic vixen.

"Belgica is fully trained and does not need to be guided to her task. However these wheels are the first step in a horse's training to this type of hunting. The horses get driven on the wheel along with more experienced animals and get dead or alive foxes placed in front of them. Some won't hesitate from the start to stomp and walk over the prey, for some it takes an either short or long training and some will never willingly stomp the prey. The latter get sold or get occasionally used to socialise foxes with horses, resulting in more docile foxes to hunt. Belgica here however is a real devil when it comes to foxes as you will see in a moment."

Both anthropomorphic lionesses, still at their most humanoid form gazed in silence and amazement as a pig came down the ramp holding a seemingly calm fox in his arms. The fox was placed right in front of the draft mare and remained put completely at ease with the situation. Lynn and the pig climbed out of the trench and the ramp was pulled out.

Fascinated the two guests looked down below as the horse snorted. Aria was completely bewildered at the idea of the fox to be stomped to death by the horse within moments. It seemed overly violent for this gentle giant and out of place. But if that was to be the case... For some reason she could not avert her eyes and felt an odd tingling in her belly.

First the draft brought her nose down and carefully rubbed it on the fox' back. The fox seemed to enjoy the touch and for a time there seemed no sign of aggression on the animals. The Princess and her niece did not understand the intentions.

"This fox has been rendered docile with horses and does not see them as a threat. These type of foxes are perfect for total novices, though we only have a limited supply of them at the moment. If you ladies wish to have a very casual kill these are the types to ask for. And of course if Your Highness' funds flow sufficiently we will be able to produce more. This requires time."

After their introduction Belgica gently pushed and the fox onto its back. Using the nose to rub the fox' belly the mare easily kept the animal calm and cooperative. The fox was a tod and very soon the mare was rubbing her nose on the animal's sheath and teased him. Visibly the fox appreciated enjoyed the attention and dd not at all resist when a slick horse tongue started playing with his boy parts.

"She is very talented with boy foxes. They are her favourite and when she gets her chance she will bring them into submission, be they wild or docile like this one."

With a seemingly magical skill the huge draft mare handled the unsheathed tiny cock of the submissive fox. As the tiny organ was pushed out through her lips the two blondes could see it spout drops of fox juice. Some drops landed on the horse's cheeks and started running down.

Gradually the mare pulled the fox underneath her chest. Unwittingly the animal did not resist, trusting the giant completely as she kept on petting and pleasuring him. A briefly raised hoof cast a shadow completely covering the fox. Still the animal did not react and Belgica gently brought her hoof down next to the fox.

Next she stopped her caressing on his belly and withdrew her nose from the animal. A cold look appeared on the horse's face as she looked at Lynn and the others. Again she lifted up her hoof and brought it to hoover above the fox, right above his belly. With her nose she pushed up the fox' back legs and had them push against her threatening hoof.

Thinking this was the start of some more gentle attention the fox did not resist and kept his feet right where the giant horse wished them to be. Things started to add up to Aria as the horse's intentions became clear: it dosed the fox making sure it would submit to her will. His demise was moments away, inevitable, and this moment exited the young lioness so much she nearly soiled her panties.

A brief cracking of bones was heard as Belgica brought down her hoof with all her weight. The entire back half of the fox starting from the stomach, except the long tail, vanished completely underneath the draft mare's hoof. Her hoof sunk into the dirt and she looked at her master with an accomplished look.

"Good girl! You've got him!"

The entire crush happened so sudden and unexpectedly the fox did not even feel the crush. His nerves overloaded and shock set in as half of his body was now effectively destroyed. When the horse withdrew her hoof there was only a giant hoofprint pushed into a paper thin fox belly and back legs pushed deep into the mud and sand of the trench. Guts were spilled out in all directions and blood was already spread out within the print. Slowly the fox breathed, completely silent, as he was dying.

"Pay your final respects to the fox, Belgica!"

On command the huge draft horse stepped over the bisected prey without damaging him any further. She positioned her butt right above the fox and pushed up her tail. Both Aria and the Princess watched bemused as the animal's anus opened up and stretched before a large brown log of horse dung crawled out and fell down on the barely alive tod.

Horse poop hit the poor fox right on the snout and fell apart on its face. A continuous brown rain fell down burying first the fox' face and chest creating a stinking little hill bordering the large hoof print valley which contained the rest of the fox. Too weak to respond the prey had no choice but to accept its disgusting grave. Right after the last of the horse apples landed a torrent of piss started raining down partially liquifying the heap and enhancing the bitter flavour the fox had to suffer during his last moments. Belgica grunted in satisfaction as her bladder was emptied, as if she had kept it all in for this moment.

Both lionesses licked their lips as they witnessed the final scene. Indeed the method of killing this prey looked promising and had potential as an alternative for hounds, if Lynn and her staff were as skilled as they presented themselves to be. Certainly the Princess felt more at ease now as she had provided Lynn with one of her castles and all its domains to set up would bypass "The Ban".

"Fleming and Hainaut are being tacked up and the hunters are gathering to begin. May I suggest you get yourselves ready? That is of course if Your Highness is still interested in our hunt."

The three females turned to the black panther approaching them from behind.

"Of course we will, James. Show my niece and I to our quarters so we may clean ourselves and get dressed. Also seek to it our horses get stabled until further notice. If this operation proves its worth today, I think they should start their training as soon as possible."

Meanwhile Lynn turned asked the attention of the head pig, who had been in control of this demonstration all the while.

"Extract Belgica from the pit and get her cleaned and tacked for riding. Leave the mess in there be until tomorrow, so our little snapper may die and rot in piece."

"As you wish!"

Slowly the morning dragged on as the castle was setting up its hunting party. The main hall of the dungeon was quickly converted from a dining room into a huge stable. Sand and hay littered the ground along with the occasional heap of horse faeces. Horses stood spread out through the room tied to the many pillars the ceiling rested upon. English saddles were placed on their backs while their riders conversed in small groups awaiting calls from their servants to mount.

Suddenly the crowd quieted down.as the Princess, her niece Aria and the head vixen Lynn entered the hallway all dressed up and neatly presentable which was surprising as it had taken them less than an hour, including reaching and leaving their quarters, to change into this form. All three of them showed a lot more of their animal features than when they disappeared from public.

Trailing behind was the anthropomorphic black panther and two pigs each leading a Master horse all tacked up and saddled and with manes and tails weaved elaborate patterns as if readied for a horse show. Belgica was in the lead in the paws of the panther with behind her two stallions who outsized even her.

"Why are they stallions rather than geldings?" Aria had inquired.

"Because a Master horse does not only crush the prey with its hooves. Fleming and Hainaut here may occasionally enjoy a furred condom, to their and our amusement."

The idea of a fox forcibly being bred by a stallion of this size, or of any size for that matter, plagued and corrupted Aria's mind. She wondered if it would even survive the first stage of the procedure. Maybe she should ask to see it demonstrated? Maybe tonight?

"Before we mount, we must crack a fox for good luck. It is tradition for our way of hunting, a brand new tradition."

As the blond lionesses looked at Lynn in confusion three small red foxes were brought forth, each on a silver platter with a cage put on top. The animals looked as confused as the lionesses and looked very young: less than a year old for sure.

With her paw and hand hybrids Lynn picked out the fox brought to her. She handled it gently, then ran a hand under Belgica's butt causing the mare to raise her tail up.

"Of course their fangs were removed to avoid any internal damage to our rides. Just pick them up and bring their snout up to your horse's butt. Fleming and Hainaut will know what to do as you will see Belgica do."

The lionesses copied Lynn's act and brought their fox up close to the stallions' tail, had each lift the tail up and closed in their fox' snout. When Lynn had her fox' wet nose touch Belgica's anus the mare relaxed the sphincter revealing its pink inside to her master. A stream of sweetened hot air rushed out and hit both the anthropomorphic vixen and the feral young vixen. Before the little critter had a chance to protest and struggle Lynn firmly pushed its snout inside the horse butt, then pushed in more and more of the fox as the draft horse relaxed her anus further.

Both the Princess and Aria had been handed young tods to push in. When they copied Lynn's move they found their stallions more than willing to cooperate. Aria, who was entrusted to Hainaut, found the horse farting and pushing back into her firmly as soon as she had the fox' snout touch him. The face and ears went it extremely smooth without any resistance from either animal. She knew this act would kill the fox sooner or later and her predatory instincts riddled her belly with a tingly sensation. As with the demonstration of the stomped fox she felt her lioness parts turning wet. When her fox was in up to its shoulders she first squeezed his little testicles within her fingers then pushed into his butt to insert him ever further.

"Don't push him in entirely yet, Sweetie!"

Aria look up at Lynn and saw her host's young vixen pushed inside Belgica's butt except for its own butt. Lynn grinned at the lionesses as James, the black panther handed out a small sharp sickle. With her hands she tickled the prey's back feet making them move in response noting to her guests the fox was still alive in there. Next she brought the sickle up close to the fox' exposed rear.

"Of course you will need a souvenir of your first "new" hunt. It's not like they'll need them any more."

With one swift stroke of her sickle the anthropomorphic vixen severed the bushy tail. The fox' back legs shook for a moment reacting to the pain. The black panther quickly handed Lynn a large anal plug: shaped and sized to an ostrich egg putt on a pedestal. Lynn pushed the metallic object into Belgica's anus all the way injecting the prey into the rectum and colon of the mare and sealing off the draft's rear.

The princess had no trouble following Lynn's example and harvested her trophy quickly before sending the owner to his doom. Aria however did need some assistance to claim her brush, but with a little help from her host eventually she succeeded and got the job done. The little fox tail she attached to her chest, then pushed down the tail into her bosom before mounting Hainaut in sync with the others. The anthropomorphic vixen nodded approvingly when the young lioness was set and took hold of the reins.

"How does that feel, dear? That fluffy little brush tickling your breasts? And its previous owner somewhere under your butt slowly succumbing to the heat, stench and pressure of your horses faeces and the lack of air of course. But it is still alive probably. It will "crack" as we ride!"

The notion gave Aria an unexplored sense of power to think that with each instruction she gave to the horse the fox hidden deep beneath her butt was being broken down gradually. It would get torn apart as the hard faeces moved back and forth and ever increase the pressure on that prey as it was confined to the colon and rectum.

As soon as all the riders were mounted the hunt took off. First the left the dungeon, then the castle to venture out across the moat into the vast domains of the Princess. There the lioness found testimony of the intense research and training her confident had conducted. Horse prints of all sizes ran across the many side trails and off track. Fragments of fox fur and skulls were also quite numerous both on and off the main trail. Basically her domains had turned into a giant fox graveyard.

The three Master horses walked at the rear of the column with in front of them a most divers assembly of horse breeds and ponies ridden by anthropomorphic badgers, hyenas, mountain lions and wolverines. James sat on a Fjord pony right in front of the tailing draft horses, keeping an eye on the front and the many servants that passed the horses on quad motorcycles occasionally.

Most of the supporting staff consisted of anthropomorphic pigs with the master pig staying close to the hunt to direct the other motorised crew. Some of the pigs had dogs on their quad motorcycle, while others carried cages with foxes in them. As the Princess and her niece were well informed about the true nature of the hunt there was no point in hiding the trickery involved.

Shortly before they reached the first clearing they met a van awaiting them. The dog handlers were on site unloading hunting tools and handing them out to the riders as they approached. Some of these tools were small hammers and maces on long sticks allowing the rider to reach the ground. Other long poles had hook and there were also ropes and nets being handed out. As soon as each rider received a hunting tool he or she ran into the clearing splitting up into teams.

"The first rule in our hunt is that the fox must only die by the means of horse. All other means available are meant to bring the fox to the horse for disposal. The dogs, the tools and the vehicles may not kill or even injure the fox. They may hinder, they may immobilise and they may obstruct. However some of the senior horses are trained to kick at the fox, either on command or by their own initiative and if such happens all is fair. Any participant of the hunt who injures or kills a fox by any other means than horse, be it a dog they control, their vehicle or a hunting tool will face punishment."

Out in the distance at the far end of the clearing pigs could be seen unloading caged foxes. Small teams of riders were spreading across the field as if about to lay a match of polo. Dogs were barking near the debarkation area as well as behind and at the sides. Obviously the hunt did not mean for foxes to run the wrong way.

"Of course the hunt could be scrapped in case of bad weather if Your Highness would be so kind to sponsor the construction of an indoor arena. The dungeon, as big as it is, does not provide sufficient space to host a horse and fox spectacle. A fox can be harvested by horses in more than one way, ways which are hard to show on an outdoor hunt. An arena would more adequate for training and showing. And of course any member of the hunting club, which of course includes Your Highness and you, Aria, may train and show off your horse skills in a warmed arena rather than a wet field. And indoor hunting party, if you wish..."

The Princess nodded and grinned at Lynn.

"Of course. That is an excellent idea. Of course it would be best to upgrade security and maintain a protocol for staff and members. There should be some barriers to get through to reach us."

Attentively the Princess' niece observed the hunt, seeing them start with a dressage warm-up as more foxes were brought up, now to be unloaded in close to them, opposite from the ones already being unloaded.

"All breeds of horses are suitable? I see few true hunting horses in this herd."

"We need new breeds. Our hunting horses don't really need to run cross country all that much, not at the moment. We are confined to these domains at the moment, until this new brand of hunting gets confirmed as legal. I'm sure the Princess will use her strings to ease resentment."

Of course the lioness nodded.

"We need killers first of all. I already told you that. We need horses that are willing to kill a fox, who are willing to stomp a fox without question. To find them at the moment the hunt is open to all horse breeds. It's always a trade off. The smaller the horse, the longer it take to take out the prey. The smaller horses and ponies also allow for the next generation of hunters to train and attain experience."

The first was released from its cage at the far side. Totally disorientated, the animal ran out into the open clearing away from barking dogs. As soon as it was on the field the horsemen closed in. Using basic dressage moves such as loops and double loops they confused the fox and began to block potential escape routes.

"Like I said, the horses provide the means to kill. For this the riders must be able to ride in harmony, coordinating moves and syncing speeds. Only good teamwork will result in a kill. As such this requires intense training, with and without a fox to contest over."

During the first few minutes the fox easily managed to stay clear of the riders, dodging horses and breaking through encirclements. But as soon as it had escaped a team of hunters a new team would take over and chase the fox providing the previous team with some rest, while the fox was not allowed a break.

As two small teams had chased the fox around, a third team now picked up speed and was ready to move in. Just as the relief came in motion the fox found a gap and once again escaped the hunters. Quickly the animal sprinted toward the nearby woods, only to be met by a team of shouting pigs and barking dogs. The noise disrupted the prey's plan and it turned back into the open clearing.

"We can drive the fox toward a Master horse or we can simply run it down and kill it with the regular horses. It is important to keep our teams motivated, so even if you are on a Master horse and sent the appropriate fee onto our account you will still have to let some of the prey be handled by the other riders. It is simply a matter of good manners and an incentive to start up fox breeding programs. If this thing gets popular, I guess breeding them like chickens will generate a fortune."

As minutes went by the fox began showing signs of fatigue. A rider was able to close in and touch the animal with an extended hammer. The hit was not strong enough to hurt the animal but it did unbalance it briefly and push it into the path a second rider nearby. Before the animal could re-establish its bearings the second rider rushed and ran his horse over the prey.

The fox tumbled briefly having been hit and kicked by the hooves of one of the horse. This was its first encounter with pain. Quickly it tried to get up but then a third rider ran up close, managed to catch a back leg with a hook and then scooped up the fox briefly. As the fox now briefly dangled close to the ground the horse the rider was on lashed out with its back hoof and kicked the unfortunate animal in the jaw. Teeth were broken and the snout was bloodied. The rider dropped the prey handing it over to the next member of their team.

A fourth rider slowed down her horse and aimed her run at the fox with her horse's ears. Her young fox coloured mare knew exactly what was expected of her and landed all four hooves onto the fox to the cheer of her team. These stomps hit the legs and paws and the back. Bones cracked onside the fox and mortal wounds were inflicted.

The fifth member of this team, a young anthropomorphic boy ocelot, had his horse walk over the fox, stopped the horse, then had it piaffe over the broken body. Several hooves hit the prey's head while others landed on the back breaking it further. All resistance ceased as the animal perished and the all the hunters cheered at this first kill.

To finish off the kill each member of this killing team took a turn walking their horse over the fox. Not a single hoof missed the prey turning it quickly into a puddle of fur, flesh and bones. One of the hunters dismounted and took out a knife to claim the brush. Again the team cheered as the trophy was attached to the saddle. Lynn chuckled and turned to the lionesses who gazed in awe and wonder.

"That's one! Many more to go!"

Each hunting team would take turns in the wearing down and killing of a fox. As soon as one fox was killed the next fox would appear from the side. No kill was identical as some foxes would try to dodge while others simply cowered frozen in panic. If the latter happened a rider with either a long hammer or mallet would start hitting the prey's backside until it was coaxed into running.

After a while the riders and horses turned sweaty and searched for breath. The van provided some energy drinks and water for the horses when they went for a break.

"Now this I call sport! I can't remember hunting this intense. We probably should take our time to train before join their lot."

"As should your horses, Your Highness. If you wish to pursue this sport for a long time you probably will need more than one horse during the day."

The Princess nodded and looked at her niece who slowly ran Hainaut out on the field. Keen on detail she had noticed that during the hunt one of the foxes had been kicked but had slipped from the hunters' attention as another fox had been released prematurely. Soon she found it as around her the hunting came to a break. She stopped to look down on the creature. Hainaut begged to move over it, but Aria managed to make him wait. Behind her Lynn moved up with Belgica.

"How about you take your first fox? It will make you taste your predatory nature!"

Hesitantly the young lioness watched the prey as it looked back at her with its broken legs, unable to move. The Princess also joined and flanked Aria.

"It will not survive, Aria, regardless if you take it or not. None of the prey will survive... Just like that fox under your butt. The longer you wait the longer it will be in pain. You might as well..."

With a simple kick on the flanks Aria commanded Hainaut to move. Opening her reins in the direction of the fox guided the draft stallion onto the prey. A brief loud foxy shriek abruptly ended when a front hoof came down. The horse knew what to do and ended the fox' life with one simple step, calmly placed. Lynn and the Princess looked on and nodded approvingly.

"How does that feel?"

"I feel... I feel... I am wet down there... My belly tingles. Such power!"

"Don't feel ashamed, little niece. It is our nature. Merciless bloodlust is naturally arousing for true predators like us. We shall get you a new saddle soon, one which will allow you to deal with your... wetness."

"Or we could modify some of your souvenirs into tools to deal with your situation. We can create toys of all sizes and textures with those fox brushes. And trust me, feeling that fox fur on your legs very much augments that tickling feeling."

Aria briefly had Hainaut wait above the fox, then stepped forward and turned to see the result of her actions. The once so lively fox had transformed into a cartoonish imprint of him self showing the structure of Hainaut's hooves and horseshoes. Her faithful steed had not missed a single part of the prey, except for the tail. One of the pigs quickly cut off the tail and attached it to Aria's saddle, while she rubbed her chest feeling the warm fur in between her breasts tickling her skin.

A short lunch had concluded the first the morning. During that time the hunting teams had returned to the castle to change horses. Meanwhile the pig ground crew took to the field to remove what t hey could of the fox carcasses littering the clearing. The Princess demanded some of them be placed into a dug out hole so she could "pay them their final respects" as Belgica had done that morning.

Further out on the domain a second field was being set up, outside the view of the lionesses. Those foxes still in their cage were loaded up again and transported over there along with some fresh foxes from the castle.

"Lynn, I am a little disappointed though. My niece here is ahead of me with one kill. I would like some action!"

"And you shall have it, Your Highness. First I wanted to demonstrate you the more sportive hunt. Now we'll move onto the more casual hunts, in which the Master horse plays the central role."

The Princess chuckled.

"I guess we'll need more foxes... I love what you did so far."

When the lionesses and the vixen returned to the saddle, only James the black panther was with them. The rest of the riders and the pigs were out in front of them waiting to the command of Lynn.

First they passed some dense woods, nearly impassable for the huge drafts, to reach a new clearing. At the approach the path was split by a broad tree. On each side of the tree were a pair of foxes in mating position. On of the pairs was a tod and a vixen, but the other pair consisted of two tods.

"What's this? Foxes aren't supposed to be in season?"

"Not naturally, Your Highness. But as I said we breed perverted foxes as well for special occasions. These are more sexually active than the natural fox."

None of the foxes could escape their position as small chains around their feet held them firmly into place. The tods placed on the backs of the other two would occasionally hump instinctively. They were placed with their backs toward the anthropomorphic trio but fully aware of their presence, though they might not have know the purpose of their enforced pose.

"All yours, Your Highness!"

Before the Princess could act Aria took the first initiative and approached the two male foxes. Hainaut was handled into making small steps in the approach to the gay couple. A noisy protest arose from the prey as a hoof touched and lightly kicked their butts. This noise ran up exponentially as the next hoof landed on the top fox' pelvis and conjoined the two backsides into one single mess of flesh and broken bones. Aria had her steed walk as slowly as possible over the foxes as the heat in her belly ran wild and she briefly humped her saddle in search of relief. At each step the tods were merged into a single flat disk.

At the other side of the tree the Princess steadily ran over her couple. Their protesting please lasted much shorter than the two males at the other end as the lioness was eager to enter the clearing and join the activities. Fleming quickly smashed his hooves onto the locked tod and vixen turning them into an unrecognisable pancake with his hoof prints all over them. Meanwhile Aria also looked behind to see the remnants of the two tods who were completely flattened and still show their terror on their crushed faces.

When the two lionesses and the vixen entered the clearing they found the other riders awaiting them. At the centre they had formed a crescent formation into which the Master horses were to position themselves. Lynn and Belgica were at the centre, the Princess and Fleming were at the left and finally Aria and Hainaut were at the right.

Lynn pointed at the edge of the clearing where at both sides of them an orange flag was attached to a tree. In between them and those two flags three small fence posts had been stuck into the ground, each having its top dyed orange. Lynn then pointed behind them to show a third flag having been attached to the broad tree they just passed while the foot pigs were busy digging three additional fence posts into the ground.

"Each Master horse gets to operate in its own sector. So we choose the field based on the number of guests and divide the field up equally. Each of us has a team of hunters who are tasked to bring up prey to the Master horse. It is your duty to stomp the prey to death, so stay alert and listen to your team. You may not cross the fence posts, even if a fox escapes through. Here at the centre, marked by the inner fence poles more than one Master horse is allowed to operate and even cooperate to kill off prey, but you must always return to your sector once the kill is over. If you fail to kill the fox too many times your team members are allowed to take over and kill the fox instead, adding the brush to their saddle instead of yours. But don't worry yet, the first few kills should be easy as you both are still beginners."

At the sound of the horn the riders split up into teams of five regular horses and one Master horse. The foot pigs picked off caged foxes from their quad bikes and settled them down within the treeline. The riders took up position creating a v-shaped formation with the Master horses at the centre. At the opposite end of the formation pigs stepped forward and opened the first cage.

Aria's first fox seemed to be a docile animal. Clueless about its peril it walked among the hunters sniffing the path it set. It approached the Master horse, looking up in awe at the giant, not knowing what to make of it. Calmly Aria responded by slowly walking Hainaut to meet the prey. When they finally encountered up close the fox froze and sat down, curious and unsure how to respond as it had been raised in a horse stable not knowing the danger the big animal posed.

Pushing her knee into Hainaut's side and pulling the reins Aria had the draft horse turn in its spot so that the fox was under the belly, right under her saddle. At this moment the prey became suspicious about its situation seeing itself surrounded by horse legs. Before it had a chance to hop out of its confinement Aria pulled the reins and had Hainaut back up. His huge front hoof landed on top of the fox' head, who was still seated, pinning it briefly before bringing his weight down. One short and brief shriek came from the fox before its whole body was compressed underneath. A cheer came from her team and the brush was added to the saddle.

At the other end of the field the Princess also made short work of the introduction fox, making Fleming walk over it more than once. The next fox provided the first chase for the team. The prey was caught on a hook and brought up near the back leg of that rider's horse. A moment later the fox was kicked across the field toward the Princess, landing on its back. The fox was a vixen, now completely at the mercy of the anthropomorphic lioness who brought Fleming alongside it.

"You've got a pretty face, foxy. But not for long!"

Pulling the reins the Princess had Fleming sidestep onto the fox' head. The poor vixen's snout and jaw broke like a twig when all that weight landed on her nose. When the lioness and her steed were at the other side of the prey she looked down to see the fox' face had turned into a flat and nearly wearable mask mingles with broken teeth, popped eyes and pulped up brains.

"I'm beginning to love this sport!"

Lynn, who was more experienced having been the one who explored and developed these techniques, did not require any introduction foxes. Her team worked in perfect sync chasing foxes toward Belgica who would then either walk or trot over them or pounce them just as a fox would pounce a mouse with obvious consequences to the prey.

The ground shook each time Belgica claimed a fox. Her tail was up and clearly the horse was in her element throughout this game. Her hooves had turned from grey to red as the blood of the prey coated her legs ever thicker. Hainaut and Fleming equally had their legs turned crimson. Fox tails started to accumulate on both sides of each saddle.

Over in Aria's sector one of her team members deployed a small rug with a net attached on top of it. When the riders drove the next fox across the rug the net attached to the animal and had it entangled even before it had crossed the rug. The animal fell and struggled to move away from its bullies.

"What is that?"

The ocelot who had thrown it came up to her.

"It's what we call a "cobweb". It sticks to the fur. The rope is covered with micro Velcro which attaches to the prey as well as glue, but it detaches from the rig. It's expensive to make, but very efficient for live trapping animals."

By now as the hunt had gone on for more than an hour Hainaut had come to grasp the lioness on his back preferred a more slower trampling over a quick stomp. With his a strong bit of his teeth he turned the entangled fox onto its back. When the prey tried to roll back its back feet came to lay on top of one another to which Hainaut added his own front hoof careful not to touch the rest of the body. The other front hoof stepped onto one front paw and then the first hoof came up again to land on the remaining paw.

A loud shriek of pain wailed from underneath the lioness. As a true traditional hunter the cries of pain only further aroused Aria and encouraged her to drag on the suffering. Having destroyed the legs Hainaut calculated each slow step to please his master squashing the prey like a tube of toothpaste and making the animal taste its own organs.

"Your Highness! Would you care to join me with this one?"

The hunt was nearing its end as horses and bipedals alike began to tire down. Aria was already out of foxes and so was the princess. Lynn held the last one by the tail as she approached the centre. This last fox had its teeth knocked out as one of Lynn's riders had it kicked towards her, allowing the vixen to catch the prey mid-air. Lynn met the Princess at the marked centre.

"Turn Fleming around so we get to stand butt-to-butt."

The Princess did as Lynn had asked her while the vixen also turned Belgica placing the drafts' butts up close to one another. When Lynn placed the dazed fox on her mare's flank Belgica flicked her tail up and out of the way as did Fleming knowing what would be expected of him.

"Back up your horse until we touch, then back up even more."

Briefly the butt plugs were visible as the rear ends f the draft horses came crashing into one another. Lynn dangled the helpless fox along Belgica's butt crack. Before the prey was able to put up any form of resistance it found itself squashed within horse meat.

"Keep backing up!"

The command of walking back on both drafts resulted into slow butt rubbing. Occasionally the vixen would pull on the brush, then loose her grip keeping the animal within the pressure zone. Soon bones were cracking and popping as Fleming and Belgica grinded the prey into a mess.

Along the giant butt cheeks blood was dripping and Aria gazed breathless as only the tail Lynn held remained visible. Occasionally fragments fell to the ground. Exactly when the fox had perished would forever be a mystery but when eventually Lynn pulled up the fox only a part of the back side and half a back leg still remained somewhat attached to the brush. When Belgica and Fleming parted it was clear they both needed a good bath before the day was over.

Tea time had arrived.

Aria finished her cake and tea before the others, then walked over to Hainaut to pet him. So much pleasure he had given her, obeying every command she issued. A disappointment fell over the young lioness as the sun slowly descended from the skies.

"Is it over already?"

Lynn shook her head as she too finished her tea.

"There is still one part left. This part is a little bit different. But I assure you the horses will be... quite pleased."

Soon the three Master horses were back on trail, carrying their respective riders, accompanied by the black panther and his Fjord. The trail which had led them to two consecutive clearings that day actually ran in a giant loop covering only a small part of the domain. Further out more tracks and fields were still in development to further explore how horses could do the job hounds used to do in the old days. As they nearly completed the loop and the castle walls and towers again became visible the track led them into a new clearing, much smaller than both previous ones. Lynn took the lead.

"Eventually this type of hunting will need to venture out into the public domains of this country, reinventing horseback hunting for those who love our traditions. For this the tasks of the hounds need to be taken over by the horses, though of course horse can't use the same methods as hound."

As they entered the new clearing pigs were awaiting them alongside three small earth domes, covered in branches and leaves. Three large cages were placed in front of the domes, each containing one pair of foxes: one tod and one vixen.

"Foxes may sometimes escape underground. In the old days terrier pigs would dig out and set dogs upon them. This of course is now banned with severe consequences to those who break this law. Therefore: horses."

Aria and the Princess looked at the vixen in both wonder and confusion.

"How can a horse trample them inside an earth? These things are often dug under strong trees. They would always have some protection, wouldn't they?"

"Indeed they would, Your Highness. Indeed the horses cannot trample them. But they do have other weapons, especially our Master horses!"

Each cage was placed at the entrance of each dome after which the foxes were scared out of the cage and into the supposed safehouse. Once they were inside the entrance was blocked by the back of each cage.

"So when a hunt is to be conducted on an alien field and extensive scouting should proceed it mapping out all underground escapes, be they fox earth, rabbit holes or drain pipes. Either these should be eliminated and blocked as much as possible, especially rabbit holes as these may provide an extensive network of tunnels to escape through. A good alternative is however to construct and provide our own underground escapes to our prey and drive them towards them. If they make use of them, killing them will be quite easy."

As Lynn continued explaining the pigs picked out three long funnels. They carried each to the top of each earth and cleared out some of the leaves and branches to unveil a soft spot in the construction.

"The earths you see are actually made of a strong polyester. It is shaped like an egg with most of it below the entrance. This means the foxes who entered will have fallen down into a slick deep bottom from which they can neither climb out or dig themselves out. The material also is waterproof, so no liquids can leak either in our out."

The pigs used the funnels to dig through the weak spot at the top of each dome. Once they had penetrated the dome sufficiently they extracted the funnel to screw off the bottom part and screw on a new broader part at the top. The funnel took up the grotesque shape of a half-buried trumpet Then they lowered them again while the vixen and both lionesses dismounted the Master horses to get a closer look.

A bright flashlight was aimed into each funnel to reveal each fox couple looking up at the bottom of the trap, covered in dirt by the digging of the funnels. They looked up frightened not knowing what was to be their fate and neither did the lionesses know what the point of this ordeal was. Lynn quickly revealed the next method of dispatching foxes.

"Take your horse over to one of the earths and place their wiener over the "fox trumpets". Then fondle the wiener until it flops out. The horses will do the rest!"

Both lionesses followed the anthropomorphic vixen's instructions and lead Fleming and Hainaut over the domes. There they both rubbed the stallions' bellies and sheaths while Lynn walked over Belgica until the mare stood over the third funnel, then started petting and rubbing the mare parts and its clitoris in particular.

"Aim it all into the pipe!"

Moments later all three horses grunted as they emptied their bladder into the fox trap. From within loud protest sounds could be heard as the prey found themselves showered in horse piss, which would slowly flood the bottom of each polyester egg. Obviously the long day in the field had stretched all three bladders so it took several minutes for each to finish pissing.

When the pigs used their flashlights again to show the results to the lionesses the foxes could be seen trying to climb on top of one another to avoid drowning. The stench was incredible, augmented by some of the foxes' own waste due to the stress this terror caused.

"We are not done yet, Your Highness. Remove their butt plugs, then help them aim their butts!"

First Fleming and Hainaut were tasked to step forward until their butts hovered right above the trumpet funnel. Then, as asked, the lionesses unplugged the draft stallions' butts as Lynn did with Belgica. All three horses immediately slightly squatted, having been trained to use "a toilet".

Next the female bipedals pushed their horse's ass in position and began to rub and scratch the upturned tails, signalling the drafts to begin. Soon the anus relaxed and a wave of hot air smelling of poop and death rushed out onto the females' chests.

Aria squatted to look right into Hainaut. She could first see the pink guts, then the brown horse stool slowly crawled out, stretching the anus, then falling straight down the funnel. The first part of the stallion's poop dropped straight down to hit the foxes in the face, then Hainaut's waste slowly began to clog the funnel as fragments stuck to the wall slowing down and stopping incoming dung.

A long and sturdy toilet brush was handed to the females allowing them to clean the funnel in between intervals, as their steeds and mare very much controlled the flow and would wait until brush was clear. Inside all three hide-outs the horse poop kept falling on top of the fox couples burying them mercilessly. Helpless fox please rose up from beneath, all to be ignored by both horses and bipedals.

Having been plugged all day Hainaut sure was full and it took the stallion a while to empty his rectum. Then suddenly, as the funnel clogged up once more Aria noticed a buried fox snout and two front paws sticking out. The snout was open and a large lump of horse stool was stuck in the jaws, meaning the inserted fox had lived for a while in there and had desperately tried to eat some of the poop, something it could not as the digested hay was too chewy to be eaten.

For a moment Aria looked at the lifeless remains in the funnel, then pushed it down with her brush finding that by now her extended tool could not be pushed in as far as before. The polyester eggs were starting to fill up as the cries from inside steadily silenced. Still the horses' butts would rain down their brown contents as if this were the last time ever they could do so.

Inside the earths there was only terror as the animals inside were buried alive in stinking filth, unable to move and struggling to breath as ever more came down on top of them. In desperation some tried to eat the filth, but that was utterly useless. Slowly the weight of the draft horses' waste was crushing them to death.

Nearing the end of the extensive toilet break the pigs would help the ladies and steadily pull out the funnels as the inside of the earths filled to the rim. There was no escape for the foxes and those that were still alive and conscious would be forced to face a slow rotting process. The horses finished up and closed their anus. When the funnels were completely extracted the horses waste could be seen completely capping the dug hole adding a tiny mountain to the domes.

"That was fun!"

"Indeed it is, Your Highness. And again, only horses get used to do the killing... So this is completely legal."

"And neither is it illegal for us to do the killing. So might I suggest that this part gets to be integrated into the tradition, but that we get to use these "fox trumpets" first?"

Lynn chuckled.

"Of course, Your Highness. That indeed would be a wonderful addition to conclude a hunt. But we will need female pigs to assist and we currently don't have those in service."

Aria gazed down publicly rubbing herself with one paw, while patting and rewarding Hainaut with the other. Somewhere below her feet her prey were now buried, dead or alive. And if they were still alive they were suffering greatly underneath the waste of her stallion. This idea caused the once so innocent young lioness to climax with a minimal touch of her female parts.

On their way into the castle Aria fondled the brush in between her breasts continuously. Hainaut needed no rein or legs to be guided home so she was free to touch herself and inspect the dozens of fox brushes attached to her saddle. She made a decision.

"Can I keep this horse?"

Lynn and the Princess chuckled, then nodded in sync.

"Indeed you can, young lady. But both Hainaut and Fleming still have some training to complete. They are prototypes! And we still have a lot of research and development to complete to replace the old hounds with our horses. But I'm sure a young mind as yours is creative enough to find even more ways to use them. And if you discover novel methods we will credit and reward you accordingly."

A clear smile appeared on the young lioness, then a grin as she turned her face toward her aunt.

"Your Highness, we need more foxes!"

The Princess chuckled and winked at her niece, who dismounted Hainaut to entrust him to the staff. Her attention was drawn to one of the training wheels which was in use. The wheel was being turned by three horses: James' Fjord, a completely black and a completely white horse. The latter were both the Princess' and Aria's personal horse from the truck who had started their training.

Every once in a while a live fox was dropped into the trench by the chief pig to be run down by the horses and subsequently trampled to death. The walls of the trench were slick and the horses would accelerate steadily as each fox was inserted to the mill until it would try to jump out or stumble after which the horses would walk over it stomping it, crushing its bones and eventually flattening the animal and spreading out its organs.

Steadily the mill became a fox grave and Aria looked on ignoring everything around her. She drooled and could not escape her new found addiction, much to the approval of her tutors. They let her be as night set in. A new world had opened to the young lioness.

The End