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Day 0: Prequel

It was a dark and chilly autumn evening. September was nearing its end as the first month of the new season when temperatures drop, and the leaves begin to fall to make way for winter's snow. Yet, where Simon was heading, nearly all the tress were evergreens that held on to their needles to keep warm. The fox drove for miles and miles to reach his destination, where he will explore some of his deepest, darkest desires.

The car wobbled along the rough, gravel road leading to the cabin where he'll be staying for God knows how long. He figured at least a week but it could be much longer than that. It all depended how much this so-called "Mistress Helen" wanted to play with him. Little did he know, it wouldn't be just the two of them staying here or playing together.

Part of him wanted to turn back and drive another three hours back home as he pulled into the patch of gravel in front of the cabin. Part of him wanted his inner, slutty fox get the best of his curiosity. He stepped out of the car, flicking his bushy tail up to not pinch it in the car door like he sometimes does. He kept his dress minimal: jockstrap, shorts, and a hoodie. He didn't bother packing any spare clothes; it's not like he'll be wearing any the whole time anyway.

He took a look around the dark, spooky forest surrounding the cabin, the only light from the dimly lit waning crescent moon and the porch light. Even in this darkness, he could tell the cabin was in great shape, had white, panel siding, a shingled roof, and the porch looked like it had been recently refurbished or added. However, all the windows had their curtains drawn over them, as is typical of older people. He also noticed there were two other vehicles in the lot, one of which he recognized.

"Why is Liz's car here?"

Simon tried not to think much of it as he slowly approached the porch but jumped when he heard a distant branch crack. Tucking his tail between his legs, ears splayed downward, he dashed to the comfort of the porch without a second thought. The fox took a minute to catch his breath when he made it and knocked on the door. Anxieties and nerves coursing through him as he awaited passage through the blood-red door of the cabin.

Upon opening the door, Simon was greeted by a tall, plump striped hyena woman in nothing but a pink bathrobe and a disheveled, wet, red mowhawk. Her breasts pushed out the top part of the robe, letting the rest drape over her soft and large body, not at all covering what was dangling between her legs. He gulped and went flush at the sight of her beauty, especially when he noticed how thick her thighs and calves looked.

"Oh good. You're just in time, my dear," she greeted with a slightly deep, raspy voice. "I just got done showering but please, come in!"

"O-Oh...th-thank you..." He gulped as he walked past her. He barely had a chance to process his surroundings when she slammed and locked the door behind him, startling him and making his tail and ears perk.

She snickered. "My, my, aren't we jumpy this evening," she teased. She then rubbed his shoulder and gestured over towards the kitchen area. "Please, have a seat at the table over there while I finish getting ready. Feel free to grab something to drink or munch on; we'll need to discuss a few things before we get started, alright?"

Simon nodded. Her calm, almost motherly nature put him at ease somewhat, though she still intimidated him in a good way. Helen was already heading back to the bedroom to finish up while he grabbed himself a beer from the fridge. Rather than sitting and waiting for her, he decided to roam the space, now that he finally had a chance to take in his surroundings.

The kitchen was average-looking and nothing too special. He wanted to peek in the other bedrooms but both doors were shut and appeared locked. He figured there was nothing special about the bathroom either.

No, the main stage was the living room.

It seemed Helen was well-prepared for his visit. The space was completely devoid of typical furniture and instead had things like an x-cross, a pommel horse covered in leather, a sex swing, several glass cases filled with dildos, buttplugs, paddles, chastity cages, and other tools of torture, a shelf with several types of masks, cuffs, collars, and wristbands, and a small, portable coat rack where several harnesses, singlets, and leather wear hung from. As Simon looked around, he felt butterflies in his stomach and tried drowning them out with beer.

"What the hell did I sign up for?" He murmured.

Helen soon appeared and found him standing in the middle of the living room. Her mowhawk was combed to the side and she was only wearing a tight undershirt and panties, clearly not hiding anything from her new plaything. She also held a few documents in one paw. Simon became more flustered seeing her thick legs in full view now, along with sizable arms, all of which showed her power.

"Hey!" She ordered, snapping her fingers and pointing to a chair at the kitchen table. "I didn't say you could wander around."

"Y-Yes, ma'am," he gulped as he dashed back to the kitchen table.

"That's a good boy..." She too went to get a beer and sat down across from him, setting the documents on the table between them. She then opened up a glasses case on the table, which he assumed were her readers.

She took a look at the paper in front of her. "Arlight...Simon? Is that right?"

He nodded.

"Well, from here on out, you will no longer be called that during your time here. So get used to being called 'pet,' 'foxy,' 'fox,' 'toy,' 'boy,' etcetera etcetera."

"O-Okay."

"Also you will not call me 'Helen.' You will call me 'Mistress,' 'Mistress Helen,' 'Ma'am,' or 'Mommy,' whatever you feel like at any time during your stay here. Understand?"

He nodded, fumbling a bit with his nearly empty beer bottle. "Y-Yes, M-Mistress," he stammered.

"That's a good boy." She took a swig of beer and snapped the paper in front of her, adjusting her glasses. "Sooo...you're a young 20-something interested in trying out some new kinks, eh?"

"Y-Yes, Mistress."

"And you said you are straight but are bi-curious?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well, at least you weren't appalled at my appearance and immediately left, unlike the last youngin' who wanted to try me."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Why would anyone run from you, Mistress? You look amazing."

"Mmm, thank you, foxy. But I think we both know why some can't fathom having a little dick now and then."

"Oh...right..."

She waved a paw and analyzed the document again. "Don't worry, honey, I'm used to it by now." She scanned it once over to check if there was anything to ask about. "Says here you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes, Mistress. A cheetah. She's so cute and beautiful...but she doesn't like being dominant at all, even if I ask her to at least try that role. I don't know, I just...want to be fully submissive to...someone, you know?"

"Hmmm, I see," she murmured. "Well, we'll see if we can't give you that satisfaction." She smiled and swapped to another document. "Alrighty...So a lot of what you'll experience will be a bit experimental, even for me. Some tame kinks, some not-so-tame kinks. Regardless, we always have a first aid kit and defibrillator on standby; some of these tend to get hairy if things don't go as planned."

Simon nodded.

Helen continued. "To fit the theme of this month, the safeword we'll be using is 'candy.' Does that work for you?"

He giggled a bit. "Yes, Mistress."

She smiled. "Good boy. Now," she continued, letting out a cough as quietly as she could. "In cases when you're gagged or don't have any ability to speak, either tap out if you're able to, make the peace sign, or cross your fingers if you feel unsafe or if things are going too far for you. Got it?"

For whatever reason, he raised a paw, despite being the only other person around. "Question, Mistress."

"Yes, foxy?"

"What does, uh, 'tap out' mean?"

"You ever seen a MMA fight or a wrestling match, and one guy has the other guy in a hold but the other guy can't counter or escape? So they 'tap out' by gently patting their paw on the canvas or along the body of their attacker." She explained as she demonstrated the gesture on the kitchen table.

"I...think I understand."

"You'll figure it out, foxy. You seem smart enough."

That got him to wag his tail a bit, despite the limitations of the chair.

Once again, she glanced at the paper, scanning it and adjusting her glasses. "Okay...ummm...well, you seem to be in the right headspace the moment you walked in the door, so I don't think we'd have to worry about that too much. However, I do have a few hoods that could help get you in that headspace further and keep you there for a long time, if you'd like. Of course, you will be wearing specific gear for the duration of your stay that can help with that too." She set the paper down and switched to the final document. "Still with me?"

He nodded. "Yes, Mistress. I'm somewhat familiar with that concept. I'm excited to try a submissive headspace for a change," he beamed, tail wagging, ears perked, eyes bright.

Unlike the other two documents, Helen gave him the third one to look at. "Here's a list of what I'm wanting to try with you. I know some you've mentioned you wanted to try or have done so already, but I've also included a few surprises in case you're interested. If you'd rather, I'll come up with scenes as we go to keep you on your toes." She stood up, taking his empty beer bottle. "Take a moment to look at that, alright, honey."

He did as instructed, though couldn't help but notice how amazing his Mistress' ass looked. Or how much that simple undershirt showed off her curves better than the bathrobe. He crossed his legs as he felt himself get flustered more and more, trying to focus on the task at hand. Just like she said, some of the kinks were ones he was familiar with and have tried with his girlfriend, others he wanted to try, but there were a few on the list he wasn't so sure of, given how dangerous they sounded. Still, he wasn't one to be close-minded, especially with his sex life.

The striped hyena milf returned and took her glasses off, putting them back in the case. She took the documents and raised a finger, ordering the fox to stand. He was a natural at being obedient.

"Now, my pet. Let's head to bed. We have a busy month ahead of us." She put her hand around his waist, guiding him to her bedroom. Once they got there, she immediately ordered him to strip naked and don the gear he'll be wearing during his stay: leather wrist bands, an x-shaped leather harness, and a leather collar with a paw-shaped tag that read "Pet."

As he stripped and changed, he noticed some other peculiar gear displayed neatly in the closet. He assumed this was his Mistress' gear, as he was sure the leather corset wasn't for him.

When he crawled into bed with his Mistress, he struggled to fall asleep. But the sweet, feminine musk of his Mistress relaxed him enough to drift off to dreamland.

Day 1: lingerie • first time • degradation

"Alright, my little pet. I'm gonna slip on something a little...extra for you." The MILF of a striped hyena gave a little tug on the fox's leash when she showed him a pair of lacy panties, stockings, and a garter belt. All of which were black to match his X-harness and collar while being quite transparent.

"W-Wait! Wait! Wait! Mistress! I can't wear that!" The young fox replied as he tugged back on the leash in a panic.

"Oh pipe down," she ordered, gently swatting as his snout. "You'll look so cute in this!"

All he could do was whine at the thought of how ridiculous he'd look as he let his Mistress dress him up in lingerie. Thank the gods it was just the two of them at the cabin. Still...seeing his Mistress in her leather dress: corset, combat boots, fishnet leggings that let her girldick swing free, fingerless gloves...various piercings all over her body pairing wonderfully with her red mowhawk...seeing a woman of her age and size seeping with such power made him feel weak and unworthy of autonomy. They've only just started, and he had his doubts, but Simon was already reveling in being a submissive for the first time.

Once she got him all dolled up in the lingerie, she positioned him in front of the mirror in the bedroom. He tried to flee from the reflection, but his hyena Mistress refused to let him hide.

"Awww~ You look like a pretty girl~" She cooed, pinning his arms by his sides.

His bushy, orange tail quickly covered his lower half in an attempt to hide the lingerie and his growing red rocket. Of course, his Mistress will have none of that, firmly ordering him to swing his tail back behind him.

The hyena MILF began to gently caress his thin, strong frame, though kept a firm grip on his leash in case he decided to try running again. She gave him a firm swat on his bubble butt, groping his cheeks with her paws. His Mistress decided to slip a finger or two between his cheeks that were beautifully caressed and accented by the assless panties — gotta have that easy access after all.

"A-Aaaahh! M-Mistress! Wh-What are you do-HOHOOOING!?"

She ignored his pleas as she gently fingered his tailhole for a bit, then yanked him towards the other side of the room. "Alright, boy! Press your face against that wall and stick that cute ass out for Momma!"

"Yes, Mistress Helen!" The fox whined as he did as instructed. "Mistress, I've...I've never taken dick up my butt b-before..."

She began to pet him up and down his back, sensing his nerves. "You never even gave it 'the old college try'?"

He shook his head. "Mm-m."

"Not even letting your girlfriend peg you?"

He shook his head again. "Nope. She wasn't comfortable with that."

"I see..." Helen gave him a few more pets and swatted his bubble butt. "Welp! First time for everything, eh!" She bellowed with a laugh.

"Y-Yeah, hehe..." He grinned nervously as he kept himself pinned against the wall, ass out, tail up as he awaited his Mistress. As the dirty thoughts of getting railed by such a beast of a woman ebbed and flowed in his mind, he noticed moaning and screaming on the other side. It sounded like a young woman around his age but also familiar.

"Wait! I didn't know Li—IIIIZ was—OH MY GOD THAT FEELS WEIRD!!!!"

As the good Mistress she with prepping her submissive's hole, she wasted no time getting her tongue in that foxy butthole after it passed her cleanliness inspection. Once she was satisfied getting her little foxy pet warmed up and lubed up, Mistress Helen made damn sure this was an anal fucking he will never forget.

First time for everything, you know?

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Day 2: deep throating • wet dream • cum eating

The wee hours of the early morning. The Mistress had already been up and about doing her usual morning routine. Simon, a young, kinky pet fox to the powerful matriarchal MILF hyena Mistress Helen, was still asleep on the bed. Anytime he'd catch a whiff of her scent embedded in the sheets next to him, the little fox would start dry humping the space where she laid. Eventually he'd grab the pillow on her side of the bed and start humping that in his half-asleep, half-awake state. Soft, quiet moans could be heard from the cabin's other bedroom next door, which only triggered him to hump harder. Yet these were not the moans of his Mistress; rather, they were someone who he was much more familiar with.

"Mmfff~ L-Liz...f-fuck you feel so good~"

Simon humped and humped the pillow, letting out quiet, horny fox yips as he dreamed of fucking his girlfriend's petite, spotty cheetah ass. It wasn't before long until he creamed through his new panties his Mistress gave him yesterday as his cum seeped through them onto the pillow. And yet, despite dreaming of and longing to see his girlfriend again, his Mistress' musk on the sheets were the catalyst triggering those dreams.

Right as he was about to drift back off to sleep after finishing in his panties, his Mistress startled him awake when she opened the door.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead! I'm about to get breakfast rea—" She stopped and stared for a moment with a look of shock and disappointment upon seeing the covers in a heap and her pillow wedged between her pet's strong but skinny legs. "No wonder you're not up yet..."

"Ohmygod! I'm sorry Mistress Helen! I-I-I just got into it and—"

"Can it!" She barked, yanking the pillow from him and inspecting the mess he made. She sighed. "Clean this up, boy. And make it quick."

"Y-Yes Mistress! I-I'll toss these in the wash right away!"

"Oh no no no, my little pet." She pulled the pillowcase off and tossed the pillow aside. "Take your panties off, you dirty little boy."

"M-Mistress?"

"Take them off," she snapped. "Don't make me say it again."

"Y-Yes Mistress." Simon tried to take them off as quick as he could, the garter belt hiding nothing once he did so. He noticed how much he stained the sheets and his ears folded back.

His Mistress pulled up the small stool of her vanity and sat on it, crossing her arms and legs, wearing nothing but the pink bathrobe she donned when he first arrived. "Lick it up."

He stared at her a moment, fear in his eyes. "W-What?"

"Did I stutter? Lick. It. Up!" She barked, tossing the stained pillowcase at him.

The young fox whined and got to work. He had never licked up his own cum before, let alone anyone else's; any bodily fluids that had entered his mouth prior were Liz's pussy juice and her saliva when they'd kiss. The experience was...different. It tasted salty, tangy, and a touch creamy, with a hint of his Mistress' musk embedded into the bedding fabric.

"That's a good pet," his Mistress cooed as she casually stroked her sizable cock. "You made quite the mess, didn't you?"

He didn't respond and kept licking up what he could, though it seemed he was just getting everything more stained with his saliva. "God this is humiliating. I can't even tell if I got it all yet..."

The Mistress let him clean up his mess with his tongue for a bit longer until she was nice and hard for what she planned next. "Mmff...I think you got it all, my pet."

As soon as she said that, Simon stopped and rolled his tongue around in his mouth from it getting so dry. "Now I know what Liz tastes when she blows me." "Is it all clean for you, Mistress?"

"For now. But I don't think I've punished you enough for making a mess." She stroked her large yeen cock, hard and ready, and stood up to approach him. With a finger, she ordered him to crawl closer to the edge of the bed. "Bring those panties and the pillowcase here, pet."

He did as instructed, though had a clear look of irritation and defiance on his face.

"Open that pretty mouth of yours, boy."

Again, he did as instructed, heart racing knowing exactly what she was about to do.

Slowly and steadily, the Mistress slipped her thick cock into his maw. "Hope you don't have a gag reflex."

"Ggggrrgglgl..."

Immediately, Simon struggled to widen his jaw and curl his lips to help fit his Mistress' cock comfortably in his maw. Tears welled up in his eyes and he struggled to breath trying to breath through his mouth.

"Get a good suction going, foxy. Watch the teeth. Breath through your nose, not your mouth." She said calmly.

He tried to follow her tips as best as he could. It did make taking her cock in his maw a bit easier, but not entirely. He still constantly gagged and breathed hard though his nose, only to inhale her unique scent that smelled feminine with a hint of masculinity.

It was weird. It hurt. It smelled. It was disgusting. He wanted to stop to take a breather.

Yet the further and further his Mistress slid her cock further down his throat, the more he didn't want this to stop. He gripped around her large thighs as she gripped his head, shoving her cock as deep as it will go down his throat.

"GGGRRLGLRLGL....GGGRLLLRGLGL...."

"That's it, naughty boy, take Momma's fat cock." She then began to slowly thrust her hips as she pumped into his maw. "Don't forget to breath, now."

She kept this up for a while until she was about to burst. When she felt it coming, she quickly slid her cock out of her pet's throat and began to quickly stroke it.

Simon gasped loudly as a sudden rush of air entered his lungs, panting hard and coughing, wiping the snot dribbling down his nose and the tears welling up in his eyes. Not once did he look at his Mistress as he tried to recover, only to hear her moan and growl as she was about to orgasm. It sounded exactly like when she came in his ass yesterday.

When he looked up, he noticed she came all over his freshly licked panties and the pillowcase, along with another spot on the bedsheets. His ears splayed back again as he looked up at his Mistress, his face clearly tired, sore, and abused.

She wiggled and squeezed her semi-hard cock to make sure all the cum was out so she wouldn't have to worry about it dribbling everywhere. She took a moment to catch her breath and folded the bathrobe over her body. "Alright, foxy. I want this cleaned up by the time I come back from my cigarette and some breakfast for you. Capiche?"

He slowly nodded, still clearly drained from her deepthroating him. While he hated to admit he enjoyed every second, he did not want to experience that ever again.

"Good boy."

She closed the door and left him to it, for now.

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Day 3: phonesex/sexting • foreplay

It was around the middle of the afternoon. Simon groaned from boredom as he laid on his Mistress' bed, now with a freshly cleaned sheet and pillowcases. He still wore the same lingerie she forced him to wear their first night, all of it now freshly cleaned. He still wore his leather X-harness and collar, like a good pet fox should.

He sat up and rubbed his jaw, as it was still a touch sore from taking his Mistress' fat hyena cock, but at least it was getting better. Unsure what it was, a sudden sense of longing hit him. He curled his bushy tail around in his lap and sighed.

The sound of the door handle jiggling open startled him, ears and tail perked up at who it might be. Of course, as expected, it was Mistress Helen. However, her dress was very casual: tight mom jeans, plain, black t-shirt, and a red flannel that matched the color of her short mowhawk. She also wore the same piercings she wore on his first day. Around her waist was a fanny pack and in her paw was...his phone?

"Alright, foxy. I'll be out to run some errands really quick. You've been a good boy so far, so I figured I'd give you a little treat." She teased him by holding up his phone.

He pulled his knees close to his chest, letting his head rest upon them. "I miss Liz..." Was all he could say in response. He jumped when his phone suddenly landed right next to him.

"Then talk to her," she replied. "Should be fully charged and it's connected to the wifi. Should have no internet trouble, at least. Stay in our room until I get back, okay?" With that, she smiled warmly at him and gently closed the door, followed by a heavy *chunk* of the lock on it.

He hastily grabbed his phone and swiped to open it. Sure enough, his Mistress was correct: 100% charged, full wifi signal, no cell signal but it had to be expected. It didn't matter, as he and Liz usually chatted over Tailgram anyway.

Hi bby! Sorry if it's been too long ????

Elizabeth:

All good sweetie ????????????

Yeah been a little caught up the past

couple days. Up North with a new

friend!

Elizabeth:

Your not cheating on me are you? ????

No no no of course not bby! Just with a

uh fishing buddy of mine

Elizabeth:

I believe you sweetie

Miss you lots btw ????

Miss you too ????

Elizabeth:

Im just itching to have your foxy cock

ramming my pussy ????????????

Oh my ????

Elizabeth:

Ill even let you get that cute little

muzzle of yours wedge into it too ????

Kitty knows what her foxy stud likes ????

Elizabeth:

????????????????????

"Holy fuck Liz! You're being one horny kitty today," Simon said quietly through panting breath. He was already swapping between stroking his cock and responding to his girlfriend. As he stroked and sexted with Liz, his fox cock got hard enough where the knot was beginning to poke through the sheath. He let out quiet, panted breaths his soft moans echoed in the bedroom. He still wasn't sure if there was anyone in the room next to him or not, but as he got louder with his self-pleasure, the less he cared.

That is until he heard a very distinct but muffled *bzzzzzzz* of what he knew was a vibrator wand coming from the other bedroom.

The same one he assumed was vacant this whole time.

Much to his annoyance, especially the closer he got to cumming, his curiosity got the better of him. He got off the bed and crouched low next to the wall, putting an ear close to it. He continued to sext with Liz to put the pieces together when he heard her cute, growly, kitty moans of pleasure coming from the other side.

"Liz!?"

She sent him a text:

Elizabeth:

Im alright sweetie. Just having a bit of

fun with Daddy.

Who's Daddy?

Elizabeth:

Um uh I thought it was you bby hehe ????

But that's not our thing

Liz replied back but he ignored his phone for now. Who was "Daddy"? Certainly it wasn't him; hell, they even agreed to never bring that up at all, due to how uncomfortable it makes him feel.

When he looked at the text, all it was was a photo of her gaping, wet pussy, accented by her white ventral fur and cheetah spots on cream-yellow fur. All Simon could do was stare and begin stroking again, crouched next to the wall, fully pent up from unintentionally denying himself an orgasm. His tongue lolled out of his gaping, panting maw, bushy fox tail swaying excitedly behind him, knot and red rocket fully exposed and hard, aching to shoot his load. Dirty thoughts of what he wanted to do to Liz danced and raced through his mind, as well as thoughts of cute, tender romancing for afterwards. She was everything to him.

In his post-nut clarity, Simon took another look at the photo "Elizabeth" sent him. The majority of it was taken up by her gaping pussy and legs, though he noticed a couple red bands by her ankles. Upon closer inspection, they appeared to be rope, thus assuming she must've been tied to the bed or some other piece of furniture. It was all starting to make sense now.

In a mix of horniness and panic, he tried to open the bedroom door but found no way to unlock it from inside. Not only did he feel the need to save Liz from "Daddy," but he didn't want his Mistress to see yet another cum stain in her bedroom, especially on the carpet.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He whispered, hoping to not get the attention of "Daddy" next door.

Then another text appeared.

Elizabeth:

Don't try to escape, boy! There's no way

out of that room unless you unlock it

from the outside.

And don't even try the window!

The Missus will be home soon...Hope

you have some cushion on that fox butt

of yours ????

He stood there frozen for a moment, ears and tail splayed and drooping respectively, knowing full-well Mistress Helen will punish him somehow for this. He looked at his rear in the tall mirror nearby, brushing his poofy tail out of the way; he did not have any cushion on his butt.

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Day 4: food play • biting/marks

After his Mistress came home and punished him for making yet another mess in the bedroom, Simon rubbed his stinging body as she bathed him in the tub. He's always strive to stay as fit of a fox as he could but has always had a low pain tolerance; he sure wasn't an athlete nor a fighter by any means. When his hyena Mistress came into the room, he expected a spanking or an ass pounding or get deepthroated again.

But the bite marks all over his body, especially on his neck, shoulders, pecs, ass, and thighs, indicated otherwise. His phone was nowhere to be found, and he assumed his Mistress hid it somewhere.

As rough and domineering as Mistress Helen can be, he appreciated how gentle and loving she can be. She took care to not rub the towel over him too roughly to dry him off. She checked to see which of the bite marks needed special attention and which ones would heal all on their own. Even if he was just punished for what he did, including doing so after being rewarded, his Mistress petted his damp, orange fur to calm him down. She even carried him to the bedroom in her strong arms, her large boobs providing a nice cushion for him to lean into.

Once she settled him into the bed, resting her pet upon fresh linens, and hanging his collar, harness, and lingerie hung up on display next to her domme outfit, she gently stroked behind his ears and under his chin.

"Mmmm aaaa...yip!"

She chuckled. "Now my pet, you must be famished by now. You're going to need your strength for what we have planned for the rest of this week."

He held his growling stomach. "I ain't too picky of a eater, Mistress Helen."

"Good, good," she said, giving him one last scritch on his head. "Give me a moment to whip something up." Like usual, she closed and locked the bedroom door behind her.

Some time had passed. Before long, his hyena Mistress came back with a large tray full of a variety of foods. Most of consisted of some kind of meat, but there was also a small dish full of all kinds of berries resting comfortably atop what appeared to be some familiar grasses.

"Alright foxy. I mostly have raw, ethically sourced zebra and gazelle meat here, but I decided to toss in a few berries and some wild grasses for ya. I also have a fresh batch of brownies ready for dessert I'll grab later," she teased with a wink.

Simon shot up and sat on the bed, his bushy tail thumping on the mattress at seeing such a well-prepared and scrumptious meal presented before him. "Oh thank you, thank you Mistress! I'm starving!"

"Ah ah ah," she replied, slowly pushing on his bare chest to lay on the bed. "You don't need to lift a finger, my pet. Mommy Helen will feed you properly."

"O-Oh, okay..." He looked at her confused as he tried to sit himself up a bit to make it easier for her.

"Good boy." She got to work cutting up the slabs of meat into smaller, bite-sized pieces, then stabbed the fork into one of them. "Open up!" She ordered in a gentle, motherly tone.

He did as he was told, unsure of what zebra or gazelle tasted like. When the raw zebra hit his tongue and as he began to chew, it tasted nothing like he's ever tasted before. As with much of the raw meat he's consumed in his life, it took him a bit of a effort to chew it enough for him to comfortably swallow.

"Mmmm," he complimented mid-chew before swallowing. "That was...interesting. Different. I personally wouldn't have it every day but—aaammmm." His Mistress cut him off when she shoved another piece of meat in his mouth.

"Just enjoy the new flavor, my pet," she cooed, scratching him behind the ear as he chewed.

Slowly but surely, his hyena Mistress fed him the meats piece by piece, letting him fully chew one before giving him another. She made sure to switch between the zebra and gazelle every so often for his palette's sake. As she fed him, she made sure to give him plenty of pets on his head and along his torso, even toying with his fox sheath and balls to get him worked up.

Simon chewed and chewed on each piece she fed him, letting out little moans anytime his Mistress rubbed him between his legs. His jaw was beginning to feel more sore than when she deepthroated him earlier, given how tough and stringy the meat was. While he had a high metabolism, he didn't have that big of a stomach. The meat alone was already filling him up enough, even to the point he noticed his tummy had bulged a bit as all that meat settled.

He groaned, rubbing his head. "Ugghhh, I'm already full Mommy. Please, no more," he pleaded waving a paw at her.

Her round ears drooped. "But you have yet to eat your berries and grass," she said, irritably. "They'll help break down all that meat. Trust me."

Upon hearing that, he looked away from her for a moment, his ears now drooping. After thinking about it, he turned his attention back to her. "I'll try it."

She smiled, ears perking right back up. "Good boy." She plucked one of the berries from the small bowl and held it up for him, then leaned towards his ear. "I'll try to go slower this time; I've only done this sort of thing once before," she whispered before popping the berry in his mouth.

He happily chewed the familiar fruit, licking off any blueberry juice stuck to his chops. "Thank you, Mistress Helen."

She giggled at his sudden, positive change. "Gotta make sure you have a balanced diet, my pet," she cooed, plucking what appeared to be a blackberry from the dish.

As promised, his Mistress tried to feed him slower this time, though chewing didn't take as long for him. In fact, every berry she plucked was all too familiar for him, making him curl his paws in front of him as she fed him as if he was begging.

"Wow! You're really eating these up, aren't ya!"

He nodded excitedly, licking off some more berry remains from his chops. His Mistress had to slow down the feeding with how fast he gobbled these up.

Eventually, there was one last berry in the dish resting atop the helping of grasses; it was a bit more elongated than the others. When she plucked it out of it, Simon's eyes widened in awe as he let out a happy fox scream.

"Is that a mulberry!? I love mulberries!" He beamed, tail struggling to furiously wag due to his position on the bed.

"Is that so?" His Mistress teased, looking at the berry. "Maybe I should eat it instead."

"Nooo! Please don't, Mommy!" He begged, rubbing his paws together.

"Then promise me you'll be a good boy from here on out and not go about making messes."

He nodded furiously, begging harder. "Yes! Yes, I promise I'll be a good boy from here on out!"

She smirked. "I thought so." She was about to feed him the mulberry but snapped it back at the last second as he was about to nearly bite her fingers off. "Hey! Don't be greedy!"

Her fox pet simply whined, still in his cute begging pose.

"Gentle, please." She presented it to him again, slower this time.

He leaned up as much as he could, sticking out his tongue as she slowly lowered it towards his maw. Unlike before, he listened to his Mistress and took it gently from her paw, but scarfed it down hungerly.

Finally, his heyna Mistress fed him the grasses in bunches, though those were quick and easy for him to scarf down. At least he didn't feel like some cow chewing its cud.

The last thing Simon remembered after that was his Mistress taking the empty tray back to the kitchen, coming back with her so-called "special" brownies, both of them eating one or two of them, and then making out with her as she straddled him, making him get a good whiff of her strong hyena woman musk.

He would not anticipate the excruciating weed hangover in the morning.

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Day 5: blindfold

Geared up in his harness and collar with his paws tied behind his back, the last thing Simon saw was his Mistress clad in her domme outfit, piercings included, before she placed the folded up cloth around his eyes. He felt her tie it tight behind his head. Now completely devoid of seeing anything, he slowly stood up from the bed and felt the tug of a leash.

"Come, my pet," he heard her order, followed by the sound of the bedroom door opening. "I'm going to introduce you to some friends you'll be with for the rest of these sessions."

He cautiously shuffled towards what he assumed was the door, trusting his Mistress will guide him along the way. The one thing neither of them wanted to happen was a stubbed toe or a scraped shin. Eventually, his feet paws touched what felt like the tile of the kitchen. But when he thought he'd feel carpeting soon after, the soft feeling of that lasted for one step before stepping on what felt like a squishy and smooth exercise mat of some kind.

"Where are we, Mistress Helen?" He asked, darting his head left and right. He could detect strong scents of leather, silicone, and lube.

All he heard was her hyena cackle as she tugged on the leash to guide him around this new space. He had to admit, as boisterous as her laughs and cackles can be, they were cute. Suddenly, she felt her large paws on him, rotating him to face something or someone. Next, he felt her push him downward. His bare, white-furred tummy made contact with something, thin, solid, and covered with leather. As he awaited his fate, he heard his Mistress murmur something to someone else in the room.

"George. Can you get me a set of handcuffs, please?"

"George?"

"Sure thing, dear," replied another voice. This one sounded masculine though a bit higher pitched.

Simon heard heavy footsteps walking about the space, as if this "George" were wearing heavy boots. Or he was just a big guy.

He heard clanking of metal as he sensed his Mistress' presence near him once again.

"We're gonna have to reposition your arms, pet. You may shake out your arms a bit when I untie you, but stay on the pommel horse."

The fox didn't move a muscle as his Mistress untied his arms. He hadn't realize how stiff his arms and wrists felt from being tied back, even if it was for a few minutes. He shook them out as his Mistress suggested, then gave her the green light to reposition them. As she did so, wrapping what felt like leather cuffs around his wrists, his ears twitched at another voice in the room; this one was muffled but familiar.

"Erh mr grd! Srmrn!? Ist thrt yrr!?" The cheetah girl could just let out her shock at who she saw once her Master took the blindfold off her, though kept the ball gag in her maw.

"Liz!? I-Is that you??" He replied as his arms were secured downward and facing back on both ends of the pommel horse.

"Yrs! Irt's merr!" The cheetah replied.

"Geeze. Even with that gag in, you're still a chatterbox, kitten," Master George commented.

"Oh she'll stop chatting after what I have planned for these two," Mistress Helen cackled.

"Oooo, what did you have in mind?" He cooed.

Simon heard his Mistress walk towards where he assumed Master George was, but didn't hear her say anything to him. As far as he could tell, he was resting in a submissive position on this pommel horse, arms handcuffed to its sides, his girlfriend gagged, bound, and mostly naked, and his Mistress apparently has a mate. Unbeknownst to him, he skimmed over the part of the contract that read: Others may be present during kink play, but they must also follow house rules.

He knew this was going to be a long marathon of a session, but he thought it was just him and his Mistress. He wanted to use the safeword or safe gesture as regrets dwelled in his mind. But knowing his girlfriend is involved in all this too, a part of him felt bad for not exploring this side of her on their own time in their own space. Yet, his morbid curiosity wanted to see how far he could go; at least Liz will be by his side though it all.

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Day 6: reunion sex • corruption

Bushy fox tail held aloft, secured to the back of his harness to stay put. Legs spread apart. Padded handcuffs around his wrists, securing him to the pommel horse. Bottle of lube at the ready, sitting on a small table nearby behind him. Simon looked like the most submissive and breedable fox in the room.

The blindfold had long since been removed from him, giving his eyes plenty of time to adjust to the sudden change in lighting. Yet all he saw was the lovely MILF that is his hyena Mistress, clad in her corset, fishnets, boots, gloves, piercings, and a firey crimson red mowhawk to top it all off. Of course, her large hyena sheath and balls were in full view too, reeking of her musk that penetrated his nose.

Just like how both his holes will soon be penetrated.

"I think you already know what to do with this, foxy~" His Mistress cooed, plopping her semi-hard yeen dick on his muzzle, further penetrating his nose with her musk.

Without missing a beat, Simon wrapped his maw around her shaft and began sucking. He was almost a pro at this by now, and it showed — he hardly gagged at all! He took in his Mistress' scent and flavor, feeling her cock harden in his muzzle as she slowly pumped it in and out of his maw. Of course, this was also paired with some gentle, loving pets on his head and around his pointy fox ears.

After sucking his Mistress off for a while, she slid her hard shaft out of his maw, glistening with his saliva and her precum. He assumed she was going to go around him and start banging his small, foxy tailhole and have Liz watch how well her boyfriend can take a dick up the butt.

He ended up being partially right when he felt something thick, smooth, and silicone glide into his tight tailhole.

"Ooooo....ssssss...ah fuck..." "Okay, clearly getting pegged or a dildo shoved in my ass...no biggie. I mean, it's about the same size as Mistress Helen's..."

"Gently, dearie," he heard his Mistress' gentle command. "He's not fully trained yet, but I've made sure he's comfortable enough to do this."

"S-Sorry, M-Mistress...this is my first time doing this..."

"Liz!?" He thought as he let out a few moans as he relaxed. After all, it's not like he's going anywhere anytime soon.

"Put those hips to good use, kitten." Simon could hear Master George's voice now. "Don't be afraid to give'r when you feel he's ready enough."

"Oh gods..." He thought as he let out steady moans, trying to let Liz warm up to him and pray his ass can take what she might dish out. "This is fucking hot!"

Liz took a few pumps with her hips, holding onto her boyfriend's small frame for support. At first, she had too tight a grip but quickly eased up when she noticed she accidentally clawed him. But she soon enough eased into it, with a little encouragement from her Master and the Mistress of the house, of course. A few more pumps in and she began to get a little rougher, prompting Simon to moan a little louder and for his Mistress to quickly pacify him with her more "organic" strap-on.

"How you feeling, kitten?" Master George asked his pet.

"Hmmm...this feels...nice, actually. I'm kinda liking this, hehe," she replied with a giggle.

He smiled and looked between her legs, noting how much she was dripping and how much Simon seemed to be leaking as well. Good. He then took his riding crop and gently swatted between the insides of Liz's skinny cheetah thighs.

"Widen your stance a bit, kitten. You need a good foundation for a good fuck."

She shuffled her feetpaws as instructed, though felt the riding crop smack her inner thighs again.

"Bit wider."

She widened her stance as instructed, just past her narrow shoulder-width.

"Good girl."

The small adjustment must've "clicked" something in her. Liz quickened her pace slowly but surely to not totally wreck her boyfriend's tailhole, though she got the okay from Mistress Helen to go however hard and fast she wanted. After all, her fox's Mistress had him well-trained before this little reunion — a reunion neither of them expected, but were not at all against.

With the hyena Mistress' permission, Liz bent herself over her boyfriend, resting her small, yellow-white breasts against his orange shoulder blades. She spoke soft and sultry in his ear. "You like getting pegged by two women, don't you honey?"

All Simon did was whine. Whether out of embarrassment or pleasure, no one knew for sure, not that it mattered in the first place.

"That's a good boy~" She cooed as she purred, thrusting into her boyfriend some more. Liz loved being on top. Being the dominant one for a change. Plowing her boyfriend's cute, little butt while he's tied down and helpless, being gagged by none other than another woman's cock.

She was liking the new, dominant Liz. And she knew the new, subby Simon liked her too.

Meanwhile, as the two ladies were pegging their foxy slut, Master George sat on a nearby recliner, legs spread apart with one paw fingering his pussy as he enjoyed the show. His other paw secured a lit cigar between its digits, adding the pungent odor of tobacco smoke to the notes of musk, sweat, cum, and lube already prominent in the tight space of the cabin. Little did their two guests know, the hyena Master was already cooking up some ideas for later that he would go over with the Mistress.

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Day 7: kidnapping

Some time had passed since both his holes were used by two, powerful ladies, but Simon was glad to have some rest after that session. He reflected on how submissive Liz had always been during their relationship and how she wanted him to be more dominant in the bedroom, even if his heart wasn't always in it. What he didn't expect was for her to have such a strong domme streak; the tiny cheetah girl always seemed too shy and timid to take on such a role.

He laid on the bed he and his Mistress shared, his black paws holding his phone aloft as he contemplated texting Liz. As per their terms, the fox was rewarded some phone time if he was a good boy for Mistress Helen. Normally he'd be excited and have his bushy tail wagging for getting a chance to text his girlfriend. But after getting pegged by her after not seeing her for about a month prior to all this, he wasn't sure if it'd be worth it.

Right as he was about to click the phone off and get some rest, he heard it buzz and ping. It was Liz.

Elizabeth:

How u feeling sweetie?

I hope I didn't peg you too hard ????

Mistress Helen has trained me well

haha

I'm doing ok tho

Elizabeth:

That's good sweetie ????????????

????

Simon set let his phone rest on his stomach as he let out a relaxed sigh. At least she's checking up on him after the fact; he never knew how hard she can go, and he has the stinging pain on his asscheeks to prove it. As he rested, his phone vibrated briefly again, indicating another message from Liz.

Elizabeth:

Can you come outside please?

It's urgent.

???

But I'm not allowed to leave my room

unless Mistress says so

Elizabeth:

Don't worry about her.

Your bedroom door's unlocked.

???

Liz what the fuck is going on???

No response.

"Okay! I'm tired of her playing games like this! That or it's that George, er Master George again." He let out a frustrated growl as he sat up and got off the bed. He kept his phone in his paw, as he wore nothing but his lingerie, harness, and collar. Right before he was about to try the bedroom door, he noticed his Mistress' getup was gone along with the leather jacket she had hanging in the closet.

He opened the bedroom door and gulped.

As he stepped out into the small hallway that joined everything in the cabin, he made a quick sweep of the place. No one in the bathroom. The other bedroom's door was unlocked, but no one was there when he checked. And no one was in the small kitchen or living room.

"Ooookay this is getting spooky..."

He decided to check out the back door first. As he opened it, a cold nightly chill brushed through his thick fur which made him shiver a little. Fall was definitely here. After calling out for the other three with no response, he quickly shut the door and locked it. He texted Liz to see if she happened to know but was quickly left on "read."

As he scoured the cabin for his hoodie, which he found was cleaned and folded neatly in the bedroom closet, he also tried looking for a flashlight, preferably one of those heavier metal ones he could use as a blunt weapon just in case.

"I thought this was supposed to be fun experience. Learn a few kinks. See what works. But noooo. We all have to fucking leave Simon wondering where his girlfriend is." He grumbled as he left the cabin, his bulky hoodie covering his harness and collar. He was aware his thighs would be exposed to the elements, but at least his junk and ass was covered by the thin panties. He knew the stockings would have to get washed after this; who knows how muddy it is outside. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he did like how the lingerie his Mistress gave him on their very first night looked on him and how they felt.

Double-checking, triple-checking he had what he thought he might need, Simon stepped though the front door to venture into the night. Immediately he had to click the flashlight on, as the waxing crescent moon barely illuminated the area. What was strange was that everyone's vehicles were still there since the beginning of all this. Pinning and turning his pointy ears and sniffing around for any scent of...anyone, Simon soon found a trail nearby. It was narrow. Winding. Leading deep into the surrounding evergreen forest. And appeared to only have been used by the Master and Mistress of the house whenever they're up here. Simon didn't notice any tracks or recent disturbances, not that he was much of a tracker to begin with, but the scent of everyone, particularly Master George's cigar smoke, lingered in this direction.

He followed the trail. Ears pinned up, bushy fox tail fully extended and stiff, ready to make a run for it or attack just in case. Part-way through, he heard a distant howling of several wolves, or they were werewolves. He didn't know, and he didn't care. Getting gang banged in the forest by a bunch of horny, wild canids was not in the negotiations. He questioned why he even agreed to doing this kidnapping scene and the one that's to follow. He thought about using their safeword as soon as he is reassured Liz will be safe.

Suddenly, something brushed against his tail but he couldn't react in time. A pair of sizable, leather-clad arms suddenly wrapped around his neck in a rear naked choke. Simon quickly blacked out but noticed a very distinct scent of hyena musk and cigar smoke before he went down.

"Nighty night, foxy," chortled the mysterious figure as they took down their prey. They stooped down to pick up Simon's phone off the ground, pocketing it in their jacket. "Now, let's get you ready for the Missus."

Master George laid Simon down on his stomach, quickly and effortlessly tying his paws and arms behind his back. As he went to tie up the fox's muddy, sock-clad legs, he noticed his prey slowly woke up.

But that didn't matter. There was no way his captive could escape if he tried.

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Day 8: gunplay

Simon slowly woke up more, finding he was tied tight back against a tree. His eyes and head darted around in a panic, taking in his surroundings: trees surrounding him everywhere he could see, the moon's minimal light barely shining through the sparse branches of the barren trees. And right in front of him stood Master George, blocking him from seeing what he thought was Mistress Helen and Liz. But rather than staring at the large, leather-clad hyena, the fox was looking straight down the barrel of a gun.

"Oh fuck! No no no no no no no no no no no no no!" He squirmed in his tight restraints but it was no use; the Master excelled at being a rigger.

"Oh yes, little fox," replied Master George, keeping the AutoMag III steady. "And it's my turn to play with you tonight." An evil, toothy grin slowly formed on his face.

Simon's heart raced as his eyes darted around once more. He was just able to catch a glimpse at the Master's legs, noting he seemed to be wearing only his combat boots and assuming nothing else. The slight breeze wafted the scent of his musk emanating from his pussy, confirming Simon's suspicions.

Still, he silently prayed to whatever deities and spirits may be out there that the gun in front of him wasn't loaded, and this is all just for kinky fun.

But the fox's prayers were interrupted when the Master thrusted the end of the long barrel of the pistol in his mouth. Despite the taste of cold metal and uneven, unpleasant shape slowly entering his maw, Simon was used to having something phallic shoved in his mouth by this point. In fact, he quickly began enjoying the sensation, despite the danger. As the hyena Master slowly shoved the pistol's barrel in and out of the fox's maw, Simon slowly began losing all sense of survival and began living in the moment.

"That's a good foxy," Master George cooed. "I see the Missus has trained you well~"

"Mmmm..." "What the fuck?? Why is this turning me on so much!? How the fuck do I know if this gun isn't loaded or not??"

Soon enough, he heard the familiar moans of Liz, but couldn't see what she was up to. From what he could tell based on her and the sounds of his lovely Mistress' grunts, Liz was probably getting fucked up against another tree nearby. What he didn't know was that Mistress Helen held pressed her own AutoMag III against Liz's head as she fucked her with her hyena dick.

"Sounds like the ladies are having fun~" Simon thought as he kept sucking on the barrel of the Master's pistol.

Master George slowly slid the AutoMag deeper and deeper into Simon's maw, to the point he began gagging on it a bit. Tears streamed down his face, staining his orange face fur, eyes slowly closing, ears pinned back. But when he saw the Master turned the safety to "off," his eyes shot wide open and his ears shot back up. Recalling one of their gestures, he quickly crossed his fingers on both paws.

Slowly and carefully, Master George slid the barrel out of the fox's maw after he saw the gesture. He flicked the safety back on and pointed the gun downward.

"What is it, bud? Something wrong?" He asked reassuringly, giving Simon some gentle, calming pets along his face.

He took a moment to catch his breath before responding. "Sorry, Sir...I just want to be extra sure if that gun is loaded or not...or if the one Mistress Helen has is fully unloaded. I know we went over this before but...I-I just wanted to double-check."

Master George smiled. "Alright. Well, let's find out together." He released the magazine and examined it, then held it up to Simon. "Nothing to worry about there," he said with a smile. After sliding the empty magazine back in, the Master opened the gun's slide to show that there was no bullet in the camber either. "And nothing there either," he said as he closed the slide. He then pointed the Automag away from them, flicked the safety off, and pulled the trigger a few times, only making a clicking sound before flicking the safety back on.

Simon looked over to the two ladies and they seem to be doing the same check. Either Liz gave the signal too, or his Mistress saw him do so. Regardless, it gave him some relief that these two were experts in their craft, even with the most veteran and experimental of kinks.

"You good to keep going foxy?" Asked the Master reassuringly.

Simon nodded. "Green light."

"Now...where were we?" The hyena Master pressed the end of the barrel against the fox's maw, prompting him to open up and suck on the Automag like a champ. He hoped the Master and his Mistress don't decide to off he and Liz; after all, they weren't the most obedient of subs.