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A Woman in Uniform

As Kio strolled up the path which led to the countryside home of Tyra's family, a beautiful but small property that made up for its own lack of rooms in an abundance of private woodland, he couldn't help but feel at home himself. Much as the fox loved the city life, there would always be something about rural woodland which called to him on an instinctual level. It was, after all, the home of his ancient ancestors. A place where four legged foxes still roamed and hunted and slept and mated.

His cheeks flushing slightly, a soft hiccup escaped the vulpine male's lips. He shivered bashfully, not entirely sure where that last thought had come from, but suddenly unable to keep from picturing himself and Tyra outside in the middle of the night, falling down together upon a soft patch of grass and making love with the stars shining above them. Kio usually tried his very best not to assume that sex was a certainty when he and the dragoness hung out. After all, much as they had been intensely intimate these past few months, they were still friends first and lovers second. He didn't care for her because of the way she looked or the way she could make him feel when their bodies touched. He cared for her because she was an incredible person. Mischievous, yes, one hell of a tease, sure, but at her heart, probably the most loving and warm-spirited individual he knew.

It took almost twenty minutes in total to reach the dragoness' cottage, but Kio didn't mind. Indeed he rather relished the length of the walk, and by the time he arrived at her front door was feeling more invigorated and eager to spend time with Tyra, no matter what she had planned. All he knew so far, after all, was contained within the single text message she had sent him the day before. An invitation to join her here for the weekend, and a promise that she had something really special to show him.

The blue furred vulpine knocked upon the cottage door, still half caught up in the beauty of the natural woodland surrounding the house's small, fence-less garden and flower-beds. For that reason his gaze was only partially focused upon the door itself, and when it swung open it took Kio a few seconds to turn and fully grasp what was standing before him. A flash of scarlet and white and black. An instant, almost primal feeling of dread, and a deep, mournful whimper escaped the fox as he shrank back a few steps.

Tyra giggled, but looked at the fox with a compassionate smile.

"Oh, Kio... silly thing. Don't be afraid. Not yet, at least."

She grinned, beautifully white teeth twinkling, so big and so sharp. The dragoness reached out a hand, beckoning for Kio to hold it and follow her inside. Nervously, still wide eyed and trembling in instinctive distrust, the fox did so. Trying his very hardest to focus on the gorgeous face and figure of the woman within the clothes, rather than the uniform which Tyra was wearing.

A scarlet jacket, red as blood. White trousers that clung tightly to her powerful legs. Knee high black boots, and a black riding cap. In her other hand, the one not clutching at the fox's own, a riding crop.

An outfit which sent shivers of terror down Kio's spine. One he remembered from movies and books in his childhood, the kind of nightmarish uniform that would have induced nightmares in his younger years to witness in real life... and might well still do so, now.

The uniform of a fox-hunter.

"Can you believe it, Kio? I found this old thing just hanging up in one of my parents' closets. Apparently it belonged to my grandmother, or... great grandmother? I don't remember exactly. But look at how well it's been kept. It could be brand new. Isn't that cool? I'm like a piece of living history!"

Chatting away merrily as she led Kio into the house, through the hallway and into the bedroom which, given the panties hanging off the end of the unmade, obviously slept in bed, had probably housed the dragoness for the past few days, Tyra seemed to purposefully ignore the fox's obvious fear of her attire. It was only when they got into the bedroom and she pointed firmly to the bed, bidding Kio to take a seat which he did without question, that she actually turned to look at the terrified fox once more. Still she grinned. Still she beamed without the slightest hint of shame for what she was wearing.

"And, y'know... that got me thinking. Since we've got this piece of history right here, I thought maybe it would be fun to have a little... re-enactment."

The more Kio stared at Tyra in that outfit, that uniform which for centuries past had been used by people intent on terrifying and killing his ancestors for no better reason than sport, the more his fear began to twist and bend into something new. The fear of the uniform itself did not abate, it was far too deeply ingrained an emotion to fade so swiftly, but seeing Tyra wearing it, seeing the woman he so intensely desired dressed up in such a costume, was giving the fox all kinds of confusing thoughts and mental pictures to consider.

"You trust me, right, Kio?"

Under any other circumstances the fox wouldn't have even needed a second to think about that question. Even now, he only paused momentarily before his eyes allowed him to see past the uniform and into the heart of the dragoness wearing it. Of course he trusted Tyra.

Kio nodded, whimpering softly as he wondered where this questioning was leading.

"And you know I'd never do anything to hurt you? That I love making you feel good , and wouldn't wish to do anything else?"

Again Tyra spoke and again Kio nodded. The dragoness smiled, licking her lips tenderly.

"Good. Because... I want you to strip."

She looked up and down the length of the blue furred fox's body. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she saw Kio's face flush, and watched him squirm slightly on the bed. She knew what was coming. What she adored so much, what she waited for, longed for whenever they interacted.

The fox hiccuped bashfully, and Tyra squealed with delight.

"I want you to strip, Kio... and then I want you to run."

With the emphasis on that final word, Tyra kicked the intensity of her performance up yet another notch by swinging her riding crop swiftly through the air; so fast that it whistled sharply.

"There's a whole lot of forest out there for you to hide in, Kio. The longer you hide... the longer you elude me, the more hungry and desperate I'll become. And trust me, I'm already pretty hungry for a taste of fox right now."

Kio moaned and hiccuped once again, the dragoness' teasing words even more impactful than normal thanks to her uniformed body already throwing his heart-rate into overdrive.

"A-and... and if I don't run? If I don't t-take my clothes off?"

Tyra giggled, turning around on the spot and placing her hands over her eyes as if she was playing hide-and-seek. She spoke with a knowing, playful lilt to her voice.

"Oh, you'll run, Kio. I know you will. And as for your clothes... well, I don't see an overnight bag on your back. And you know what us hunters can be like. If I catch a fox, and it's wearing clothes... it's more than likely they might get a bit messy. A bit ripped to shreds. And then what's a fox supposed to wear when he heads back to the city? Nothing at all? Or one of my dresses, perhaps?"

With that, Tyra fell silent for just a moment. Then, with a giggle of glee, she began to count down.

"Fifty..."

Kio's eyes widened.

"Forty nine."

He rose from the bed. Glancing hurriedly towards the bedroom door, then down at his own body. At his jeans and shirt and shoes.

"Forty eight... remember Kio, every second you spend not stripping is a second you could be spending running. Forty seven. Forty six."

The loudest hiccup yet echoed around the room, followed by the sound of a belt-buckle being unfastened. Shoes being kicked off. A shirt being hurriedly unbuttoned and tossed to the ground.

"Forty... thirty nine..."

Tyra heard the bedroom door creak open, and a few seconds later the front door following suit. From that same direction one last, nervous whimper from the fox reached her ears. Then all she could hear were a few dull thuds as Kio took off, bolting across the garden's grass, before the rustling of the leaves in the gentle summer breeze overrode the sounds of the fox's escape.

Calmly, patiently, Tyra finished her countdown.

"Twenty two. Twenty one..."

In her mind's eye she pictured the countless times she'd run through that forest. Memorising every tree and bush as it had grown since her childhood. She pictured her nine year old self giggling and squealing happily as she ran through the woodland with the family dog, chasing squirrels. She pictured her fifteen year old self taking quiet, contemplative strolls through the forest and relishing the time away from her family and their constant demands She pictured her twenty year old self visiting the cottage alone for the first time, stepping out of the house late at night dressed in only a silken robe. Wandering out to one of her favourite forest clearings, lying down upon the grass, spreading her robe open and touching herself in the gentle glow of the moon.

"Eight. Seven. Six. Five..."

She shivered in anticipation. Revelling in the excited thrill of the hunt before it had even started. Hoping that her knack for tracking hadn't deserted her over the last few years, and that she'd be able to catch Kio quickly... though not too quickly. And hoping that by the time she caught him, he was every bit as ready to tear off her uniform as she would have been to tear off his clothes.

"...Two. One. Ready or not..."

The dragoness smirked, unable to resist the allure of the pun lingering upon her lips.

"...you're gonna cum."

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Kio sprinted through the forest, his heart pounding as he darted between outstretched branches and carefully dodged bushes full of brambles, intensely aware of his bare feet and naked, exposed body. There was an element of fear adding to his speed of course, when one was running from someone, even someone they knew to be friendly, it was only naturally for your body to produce a rush of adrenaline to pump up that fight or flight reaction. But also, an element of excitement. Of desire. He could feel his member thickening as he ran, not swelling to full arousal by any means but certainly reacting to the insinuations that Tyra had made, not to mention the simple thrill of exposing himself in the great outdoors.

The fox's body froze, and he flung himself flat against the trunk of a nearby tree as a deep, haunting bugle-call echoed around the forest. Birds squawked and fluttered from their roosts, and from somewhere in the distance Kio was sure he could hear the light crackle of leaves and twigs beneath a fresh pair of feet, rushing urgently towards him.

She was coming.

Once more, Kio ran. He bolted deeper and deeper into the woods, silent other than the heavy panting breaths escaping his muzzle. A couple more times he heard the trumpeting call of the hunting horn echo all around him, disorienting him and making him uncertain of the direction from which Tyra was approaching. The further he rushed into the forest, the more it began to occur to Kio that he rather needed Tyra to find him, for there was no way in hell he'd be able to make his way back to the cottage without her guidance. Yet he couldn't stop himself from running. Couldn't stop himself from fleeing in excited terror as the thought of that intimidating uniform upon the dragon's beautiful body filled his mind's eye.

The next time the fox heard the hunting horn's intimidating peals echoing through the air, he was convinced he'd been caught. Not wishing to lose the time it would take to circle around it, Kio had opted to rush through a clearing, and it was as he stood exposed in the open that the horn rang out once more. Only then, as the bellowing notes of the horn echoed in the blue furred vulpine's sensitive ears and he cringed in fear, did he realise something. That indeed the horn's call seemed to be echoing all around him, but more importantly, from above him.

Kio's eyes widened as he considered something that had never even occurred to him before.

His pursuer was a dragoness.

A dragoness... with wings.

He looked up, high up into the sky, and sure enough saw a silhouetted figure hanging high above the forest canopy; hovering with powerful sweeps of her wings, and studying the whole woodland for signs of motion as she blew on her horn.

The fox swallowed thickly. She hadn't spotted him so far, that much was clear. But... if he ran. If he made a break for the far side of the clearing, or even attempted to go back the way from which he'd come, it was almost certain that Tyra's sharp eyes would pick up on his movement.

What other choice did he have though? Stand here, perfectly still, perfectly exposed, perfectly naked until she found him anyway?

He watched, waiting for a chance. Any chance. Finally, after almost a minute, she turned slightly, angling her body away from him to study a different portion of the forest landscape. Kio whined in nervous desperation, and made a break for it.

A split second later, he heard a distant, echoing cry reach his ears.

"View halloo!"

His blood ran cold. He shook his head, stumbling as he continued to run and practically bounding on all fours for some distance until he was able to steady himself upon his feet once more. Before long he heard the sweeping beat of Tyra's expansive wings overhead, and heard her giggling as she spotted him through the tree canopy and peeled away, doubtlessly seeking a spot close by where she could break the tree-line and land for the final sprint chase.

Sure enough, he saw her just minutes later. A distant patch of scarlet through the trees, but now moving hurriedly through the trees on foot, towards him. Kio yelped helplessly, knowing that there was no further point in trying to conceal his location and bolting in the opposite direction from Tyra as fast as his weary legs would carry him. He leapt tree stumps and shrubs which normally he would have darted around, ignoring the leaves and twigs breaking beneath his bare feet and simply focused on dodging the next tree, and the next, and the next in his attempts to shake Tyra from his tail.

With every passing minute, he could hear her footfalls getting louder behind him. Hear her own frantic, giddy gasping as she forced herself to run faster and faster. She must have been just ten metres behind him, too close for Kio to dare risking a glance over his shoulder.

Five metres.

Two.

He wailed in anguish as he felt her hands grazing the tip of his tail, almost able to reach out and grab him. Trap him. To conclude her vicious, merciless hunt.

Up ahead, Kio could see daylight. Open ground. He whimpered in desperation. That was his one last hope. The chance that he could out-pace her on open ground, and outmanoeuvre Tyra if she tried to take flight to catch him once more. He just had to make it a little further. Just a tiny bit further.

He was so close!

Kio's left foot hit the open grass of the clearing, the very same clearing he had already run through unless he was very much mistaken, just as he heard Tyra give a grunt of effort from behind him. He felt her weight slam against him from behind, and howled in frustration as a split-second before he could truly open up into a sprint, he found himself being roughly tackled to the ground by the powerful dragoness.

"Well well, Mr Fox... you hid from me for longer than I expected. Good job."

Tyra hurriedly pulled both herself and Kio to their feet, and promptly turned the fox around and pushed him back towards the tree-line. With one strong hand she pinned him against the trunk of one of the larger trees which bordered the clearing, not that the stunned, panting vulpine was in any condition to resist even if he'd tried, and with the other she reached into her crisp white trouser pocket and withdrew a long, flowing length of red silk.

Before Kio could react, he could feel his arms being drawn out behind him, and his wrists being tied together by the silk ribbon around the length of the tree-trunk. He tugged gently, and whimpered, shooting a nervous, bashful look to Tyra as she returned to stand before him. The dragoness grinned, not cruelly by any means, but with the confident twinkling in her eye of a woman who knew she was in full control and liked it.

"The fox is hunted... and the fox is caught."

She licked her lips, glancing up and down the length of Kio's body. Particularly down in fact, her gaze lingering upon his semi-swollen crotch.

"The only question is now, what should the hunter do with her prey?"

Kio squirmed, hiccuped, and offered a bashful suggestion.

"U-um... s-she should let him go, so she can hunt him again another day?"

Tyra giggled, absent-mindedly fondling her riding crop with the fingers of one hand while holding its base in the other. Stroking it much as one might stroke the sensitive flesh of a man's most intimate regions, causing Kio's eyes to linger upon the crop, shivering in mixed fear and lust.

The dragoness seemed to notice Kio's interest in her riding crop, glancing down at herself and smirking as she realised what she was doing.

"No. No, I don't think I'll be letting you go quite yet."

Slowly, Tyra drew the tip of the riding crop closer to Kio's body. Finally touching him with it, brushing its tip up and down the inner flesh of the blue fox's thighs. He trembled and squirmed in nervous anguish, and even let loose a frantic, frightened squeak when she brushed the tip of the crop across his balls, only to pause while in contact with that oh so sensitive pouch of furred flesh.

With her eyes glinting passionately, Tyra pulled the crop's tip back an inch or two. She looked deep into the fox's own eyes, waiting until she knew that he knew exactly what she was about to do, squirming and shaking his head in desperation.

She swung the crop, and lashed its tip against Kio's balls.

"A-ahh... ohh..."

A frantic, terrified yelp of agony escaped the fox... only to fade suddenly away into a softer, more stunned moan as he realised that Tyra hadn't put any real strength behind the strike. He had felt the impact, sure, but it hadn't been painful per se. More like that middle ground between pleasure and pain. An intense burst of stimulation which the circumstances could turn either way, depending on how Kio wished to receive it.

Again there came contact between crop and balls, just a fraction harder than before. Once more Kio yelped, but this time the flush of his cheeks and the hiccup which followed almost immediately in it's aftermath betrayed the fact that he was far from being in pain. Tyra beamed. She had hoped that this would be the fox's reaction, that he would react positively to her dominant stance, and Kio hadn't let her down.

"Ahhh..."

Time and time again Kio felt his body tensing and shuddering in intense pleasure as the crop's tip whipped at his balls with just the right amount of force, taking him to the brink of pain without once pushing it too far. With every sweeping strike he could feel his cock twitching, and the fluids within his balls getting one step closer to boiling up and out of him as beads of glistening, drooling pre-cum. In fact before long that was precisely what the fox felt happening, a whole series of yips and gasps of pleasure escaping him alongside those droplets of pre as Tyra began to rub and even more gently tap at the length of his cock directly with the tip of the riding crop.

Of course, what started off as a surprisingly pleasant form of torture slowly began to come full circle as time passed. After five minutes of having his balls teased and his cock oh so softly pleasured by the crop's touch, Kio was dripping and panting. After ten minutes he was whimpering and bucking into the air. Twenty minutes into the tender, patient teasing from his dragoness lover Kio was staring at Tyra as his cock throbbed with pleading, urgent desire. And thirty minutes after she'd started to pleasure him, Kio couldn't hold back any longer.

"P-please... Tyra. Please I... I need to cum."

The dragoness fixed Kio with a gleefully knowing grin, and cocked an eyebrow.

"You need to cum? Not want... need?"

Bashfully, whining and squirming with embarrassment at just how horny he was, Kio nodded. Tyra smirked.

"Poor foxy. I don't think you understand what's happening here. Just because I've caught you and the hunt's over, it doesn't mean I'm not still the hunter, and you're not still the prey. Prey doesn't get to tell the hunter what it needs. The hunter gets to tell you what you deserve. What you're going to get, whether you want it, or need it, or neither. You don't get to make demands... just like I don't even need to, because you have no choice but to obey."

Dropping her crop to the ground, Tyra stepped forward. She craned her head down slightly, the powerful dragoness bringing her head perfectly level with Kio's own, so close they could feel one another's hot breath upon their noses.

"Lucky for you, what I want... what I need, is to see the look in your eyes when you feel me grab your cock."

One of the dragoness' now free hands wrapped itself around the fox's shaft, squeezing it tenderly and almost immediately beginning to pump at Kio's length in firm, swift strokes. The vulpine male's eyes bulged. He yelped in delight, hiccuped loudly, only to have his muzzle stuffed full and silenced abruptly soon after as Tyra leaned in to kiss his bound, trembling form.

Kio waited for the dragoness to stop. Waited for her to cease her intense stimulation of his cock.

He shivered and shook and moaned into Tyra's maw as their tongues danced and the dragoness continued to drink in his stunned, pleasure-stricken expression, such potent pleasure after such protracted teasing rapidly lifting the fox to the brink of climax.

Tearing their muzzles apart, Kio threw back his head and wailed, mere seconds from cumming and yet utterly convinced that at any moment Tyra's hand would depart and the cruelly tantalising, teasing tip of the riding crop would return.

Staring deep into the dragoness' eyes, Kio heard his lover address him in a tender, loving whisper.

"Tonight... you're all mine. My prize trophy, fresh from the hunt. Every trembling inch of you. Every hiccup. Every moan. Every drop of every orgasm."

Tyra licked her lips as she felt Kio's cock beginning to pulse urgently, and heard the fox yelping in imminent ecstasy.

"And trust me, my prey... when I say every orgasm, there's going to be a lot."

By Jeeves