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The camp's crafting building was completely darkened, with its windows covered in tarps and plastic, giving it a creepy atmosphere even in broad late spring daylight. A light breeze moved the shadows of the surrounding trees across the building, aiding in the sense of the forbidden building it was supposed to be. Outside, a group small group of people loitered, dressed as medieval fantasy adventurers. Towards the back of the cluster, a fox only half paid attention to the red panda going over what they could expect on the mod.

That fox, Ryan or Kalyon in-game, shuffled his paws and twirled his foam sword. He hadn't been in this building before, but if it was like the other buildings on the campground there wouldn't be a lot of room to swing his boffers-something that put him at a bit of a disadvantage when fighting. The good news on that front was that this was a small mod not related to the main campaign of the Live Action Role Playing game they were participating in, so there were only four other player characters on this particular mod. As relayed by the red panda NPC, the objective was to break into the craft building, playing the role of a long-abandoned archives, and recover some sort of seeing stone that one of the more magically inclined PCs could use to gather more information on a conspiracy that was of this season's subplots. While Ryan was interested, Kalyon wouldn't be-which made it strange that he had been specifically requested for this particular mod. That made the fox nervous.

Though he could guess why.

This was Ryan's first LARP game as a PC. Until the start of the session yesterday, Ryan had been an NPC with his boyfriend Rob. Rob had stayed on the NPC side, and had recently moved up to a staff position. That "promotion" had been what prompted Ryan's own change of sides, as he had been growing more and more curious about being a PC-even been building character sheets as an exercise. Kalyon-or just Kal-was the one he decided on. The build was a simple fighter one, the kind that someone could jump into and would be easy to insert into the game plot wise. He was a wandering adventurer and sell sword whose path had brought him into town, and one of the recuring NPCs-played by Rob, naturally-had hired him to assist the existing PC adventurers. It wasn't much, but it was enough of a story to make sense until Ryan roleplayed his way into a reason to stay.

And so here he was, ready to get into a fight. The NPC guide pointed the group inside, but put a paw out to halt Ryan's progress.

"A little bit of madness, if you please," she whispered, using the in-game world term to refer to wanting to discuss something out of game.

Ryan gave a nod, that mixture of nerves and excitement returning.

"At the end of the mod, it will be required that one PC remain behind while the others return. It was suggested that that person be you."

"Because Rob is playing the big bad for this one."

"Correct. He further asked if you'd be okay with being taken out of game for a little bit, birthday boy."

Ryan's ears folded and he sighed dramatically. He'd guessed at least partially right. Which meant that he was probably right about at least some of the rest of what would happen-things would turn naughty.

In most LARP games, that line of thought would be taboo at best and shutting down the whole event at worst. But this game was different-it was invite-only, and so everyone knew and vouched for each other. And they also knew who was sleeping with who and had written a code of conduct that accounted for such things. While there were some rules and procedures, it mostly boiled down to keep it out of sight and away from anyone that didn't want to be involved. Which is what it sounded like Rob was doing. Isolating him at the end of a mod would let them go off and have their fun without bothering anyone else. And knowing Rob, he had something very fun in mind...

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The mod went as intended. The seeing stone was heavily guarded, but the adventurers fought their way through to the stone. It turned out that the building was only one big room and all tables were folded against the walls, so there was actually room to fight. Ryan was able to swing both his boffers easily. The idea was that the players were working through a larger building then then the camp had, so they had to go in one door and then out the other side of the room a couple of times. After the third time, the group had to wait outside for a few minutes, which they all knew meant that things were being changed. When they entered, a small stand had been set up with the seeing stone atop it. Even in the dark, the fox could see two cords running along the floor, leading Ryan to conclude the stone was one of those projectors that could show images inside it. A neat trick. But that brought a thought to the fox-how were they supposed to take the stone? Oh right, Ryan remembered, he was supposed to stay behind. Maybe as part of that, he'd put up some sort of contest and then return with the stone afterwards.

That thought began to turn to musings of what that "contest" would entail, when a dark figure stepped out to meet them rather than another set of bad guys. The figure was shorter than most of the players, even more than Ryan, but still managed to be somewhat imposing in the large black cloak. Though the pair of small pointed white ears left no doubt that in the real world, it was Rob-Ryan's artic fox boyfriend. The figure looked up at them, and sure enough, a white muzzle poked out of the shadows of the cowl.

The fox began speaking, his voice a few octaves lower than his normal voice. A few moments made it clear that they were dealing with a spirit being that would be open to non-violent means-for a price. Ryan only half listened to the negotiations, since he already knew how it would turn out, and began to wonder what Rob had in mind for fun.

His whiskers twitched as the scent of disinfectant and incense permeated the air. And he noticed that a couple of mattresses were being used to block the door to an inner room. The fox fought to keep his tail from swishing in excitement. Apparently, he either failed to do so, or between the role-play and them seeing the same things Ryan saw, several other players were beginning to figure out what was going on. He saw a few knowing smiles played across other muzzles in the room. Then the discussion wound down and Rob pointed at Ryan.

The fox stepped forward. "What is it you want?"

"You," the cloaked figure replied. "In return for one of my scying orbs, one will remain here for a time. Though I shall not keep you long. And I shall even instruct you on their use."

"Why me, and not someone more obviously more magically inclined?" Ryan replied.

"Because," the other fox huffed and gave a dismissive wave. "Those types all have their own way of doing things, and can't really teach others. But if someone like yourself learns it, you won't have to keep coming back here and bothering me about it. And besides they aren't as good looking as you."

Nelly, the doe who had been doing most of the talking, shrugged her shoulders with a rueful smile. "I mean, he has a type. And I'm not it."

"I'm sure you can do it, Kal," another player said. "We checked him, he doesn't have any weapons or anything dangerous."

Ryan made a show of contemplating and looking at the other players for guidance before turning to the cloaked arctic fox. "Alright, I'll do it."

The rest of the group reassured him that he could handle it, before beginning to file out of the building. A few of them leaned in and wished him happy birthday, and to have fun as they passed by. The door closed behind the last player, leaving the two foxes alone. Then, with a smile, Rob dropped his hood and then padded over to lock the door. Ryan placed his boffers on a side table and moved back to the center of the room just in time to catch an airborne arctic fox. Their muzzles locked on each other as Rob's cloak fell to the ground. After a long moment they broke the kiss and rubbed their noses against each other's.

"Hey there," Ryan said with a broad smile. "It's only been a full day, and you miss me this much already?"

"Well," Rob admitted, his ears folding playfully. "A bit. But it is also a special day. So we thought we'd set a little time aside for fun for you specifically."

"I appreciate it," the red fox chuckled. "How much time do we have?"

"There's an hour and a bit left in this mod slot," Rob said as his paws touched the floor. "Which means we should get going. Why don't you pull the mattress down while I get this set up?"

"Oh? What are you planning?" Ryan asked as he placed the mattress on the floor. It wasn't the best mattress, as was expected for a public-ish camp, but good enough. It would be better than kneeling or sitting on the hard wooden floor. And if it came to it, they'd certainly fucked on worse things. He also grabbed the sheet that had been neatly folded behind the mattress and laid it on top.

"Now now," came the voice out from behind the pillar with orb on it. All that Ryan could see was a bushy white tail swishing. "You know you always enjoy it more when you aren't aware what's coming."

That was true, Ryan knew from their bedroom exploits, especially if they were indulging in both their favorite kink-hypnosis. The foxes had been dating for months before they found that they had been messaging each other off and on for years on various hypnosis kink sites. After that, their fun times had become even more enjoyable. In the present, Ryan's tail began to swish as he finished setting up the mattress.

Already, the red fox felt himself slipping into his preferred role. He could feel his fur floofing a bit as he felt himself warming. Even without provocation, his mind slowed and his entire body relaxed. He knelt on the makeshift bed and waited for whatever was to come next.

The wait wasn't a long one, as Rob continued rummaging around the pillar. The arctic fox connected a few cables and finally produced a tablet. He moved back to the orb and popped it out to show Ryan a USB port on the bottom, then replaced it.

"Getting the actual 'training' out of the way," Rob said as he went through the demonstration one more time and then started fiddling with the tablet. "By the time you get back, they will have a table set up with another of these bases. All you gotta do is make sure it's on and hook the orb up to it. They'll have the base pre-loaded it with the projections, the orb is just a screen. The presentation will end with literal 'You See No More' text. Then, you just turn it off. Otherwise, it will repeat. Which is fine."

"Yes Sir," Ryan replied, his voice sounding distant and dreamy, even to him.

"Well. Someone is eager," Rob chuckled. "We'll go over it again when we're done. But I guess you just want to be a good pet don't you?"

The red fox shuddered and moaned, his tail slowing as the phrase sunk into his mind. After all their sessions, that was all it took to start the process. Warmth spread through him, leaving him feeling so very good. He relaxed, sliding back until his haunches touched his heels. His mind continued to slow, making him feel very open to anything that Rob might suggest.

But the arctic fox wasn't quite ready to take advantage just yet. Instead, Rob chuckled and made a few adjustments on the tablet before setting it down next to Ryan's boffers. Then he moved to the pillar with the orb and fiddled with the power switch. It was only then that Rob moved to his kneeling boyfriend and rubbed behind his ears before moving back to the orb. It was only then that Ryan recognized that Rob had put a cloth over the pillar, and a light was shining through it. The arctic fox put a paw on the cloth then turned and faced the kneeling red fox with a grin on his face.

"Now then," Rob said. "I have fulfilled my part of the agreement. It's time for you to fulfill yours." With that, the arctic fox yanked the cover off the orb.

Instantly, Ryan's eyes locked onto it. The glow was explained, as a spiral pattern was projected the glass, moving slowly outward from a dot in the center to an arm that caressed the entire circumference of the sphere. The swirl rotated, slowly increasing its speed as the lines worked their way from white to yellow to red to green and on to blues and purples before going back again to white. It spun onwards, drawing the red fox's gaze even deeper into the orb.

The foxes had been exploring and indulging their shared interest in erotic hypnosis for years now, so it didn't take much to get Ryan to drop completely. Even before the spiral had been turned on, the red fox's thoughts had slowed, and once the spiral began, they smoothly slid to a halt, leaving Ryan feeling open and submissive. He stared at the orb, his breathing slowing as he relaxed even further.

The red fox moaned as the joy of submitting filled him. They had done this so often that it had become a simple reflex. No thoughts, only pleasure. Of course, it didn't quite work to that extreme degree, but it got in the neighborhood. Thinking was hard, and anything that Rob would say was just the best idea ever... He was relaxed. He was open. He was horny. Yes. Horny. Hot. Open.

Ryan's paws moved almost of their own accord, untying the fasteners on his tunic before undoing his belt. He was only aware in the back of his mind that the thoughts and instructions he was acting on were actually words appearing on the orb. Not that it mattered. He was a good boy. Good boys followed orders. He undid the last fastener on his pants, and then sat up so they fell away, leaving his jockstrap exposed.

"Well, well hero," a voice said. "I am impressed. It's almost like you were ready for this..."

"Yes Sir," Ryan muttered, still focused on the orb.

"Good boy," Sir said, his claws scratching behind the fox's ears. "Sniff."

With the command, the paw pressed into the back of his head and pushed him forward into a fur covered object. Even before making contact, Ryan was sniffing, pulling in a very familiar scent into his nose. It was spicy, woody, but somehow wintery-like a smoldering fire on winter evening. It was similar, but slightly different to the red fox's own musk, but so intoxicating. And the knowledge that it was Sir's drew a moan from the fox pup.

"That's it, Pup," Sir said as he pressed Pup firmer into his crotch. "Breathe deep. Let it fill your mind. You love it. You need it. Let it take you deeper."

Pup obeyed, huffing deeply and nuzzling the fabric covered crotch. His tongue lolled out as his mind grew warm and fuzzy. All thoughts of what he'd come here to do beyond serving were gone. The words continued, but he no longer processed them, he just obeyed. That was why he'd come here after all, to be the hero and help his friends by serving. Serve.

Pup pulled down the fabric imprisoning the object of his desire. Sir's shaft popped out, slapping against Pup's nose. Both foxes sighed contentedly. The red fox pup licked the balls resting against his nose as the shaft dripped pre onto the top of his muzzle. He kept licking, the spicy taste adding to the musk filling his nostrils. Then, he stopped. He had to wait.

Pup settled back on his haunches and waited, his eyes unfocused, but slightly aware of Sir stepping back and letting his pants fully fall to the floor. In the dim light, the newly exposed white fur almost glowed-even more so as the shirt joined the pants and the artic fox's lean frame was almost fully exposed. He still wore his briefs, but they were hooked under his balls, leaving his erect shaft to wave enticingly with each of his movements. Pup's eyes followed it as Sir folded his pants and placed them on a table. Then the artic fox stepped back in front of him.

"I take it you noticed the private bathroom on your cabin, Pup?" Ryan had been assigned one of the newest cabins on the campground-and one that was clearly for chaperones, as it had a pair of one person rooms, each with their own bathroom.

"Yes, Sir."

"And you took advantage, yes?"

"Yes, Sir... I prepared..."

"Good boy, just like a proper hero slut. It's like you wanted this."

"Yes, Sir." Yes. He wanted this. It was his purpose.

"Stand, strip, and present your hole."

The red fox stood and pulled his tunic off, letting it drop to the ground. Pup paused to let Sir admire him. He was big for a red fox, mostly lean, though he had a slight stomach and his fur was still a bit long as his winter coat shed. He reached down to begin to take off his jock, but found himself stopped by a pair of off-white paws. Of course. He was just here to serve, and he served as a hole. He wouldn't need his cock. The paws dropped to his hips and guided him to the table that the orb sat on. The spirals continued, drawing Pup's attention to it. His muzzle flopped open as his paws were placed on the table. It was surprisingly sturdy, not even budging as he put his full weight against it. He moaned happily and lifted his tail until it was laying against his back.

Pup stared happily into the spiraling orb, drooling a little as Sir's paws left him. For a long moment, Sir's presence was gone, but at the edge of hearing Pup could hear the arctic fox humming as he pulled something from a bag. There was a happy grunt of satisfaction followed by the sound of a zipper closing. Then Sir's presence returned, his paw stroking the fur on his back and rump. Pup moaned and lowered himself to the table, instinctively putting himself at the correct height to give the smaller fox easy access to his hole.

Fingers played with the fur on his ass cheeks before spreading them and digging into his crack. Pup's training kicked in, and he resisted the urge to tense up as the blunt claw gently began to tease his ring. Instead, he relaxed and let Sir take his time and enjoyed the feeling of being teased. After a long moment, the paw disappeared from Pup's rump. The red fox let out a partial whine of disappointment that was quickly silenced by the click of a bottle being popped open.

He jumped a little, startled by the finger returning to his ring-but this time coated in a cool liquid, even in the warm spring air. But he quickly settled back down as the cool sensation was spread over his hole. Sir's finger ran over his hole several times, getting Pup nice and relaxed before pushing deep inside, drawing a gasp and a deep moan from Pup.

Sir gently pressed deep, pushing back and forth a few times before withdrawing. The feeling of being stretched returned, more so this time as the arctic fox added more lube and a second finger. Pup was only vaguely aware of anything beyond pleasure as he watched the spiral. He was a hero. Heroes served. Heroes obeyed. Other words and commands hovered in his head, keeping him deep in trance. Then the fingers pulled out of his hole.

There was a sharp blaring sound followed by muttering and swearing behind him. Sir's presence vanished and he swore again. He quickly returned, accompanied by the sounds of a lube bottle being squeezed and then tossed somewhere. Then, for a moment there was the only sound of lube being generously and quickly applied. Somewhere, in the part of Pup's mind that still remembered things outside his trance, he realized that his boyfriend was getting himself close.

"I'm sorry birthday boy," Sir said as he pressed his hips against the red fox's rump, still stroking his shaft. "I didn't realize how late it had gotten. So, I owe you a better session after we get home. Right now, let's get you bred and back to game."

Pup nodded, that quiet part of his mind very aware of what was being said and moderately disappointed. But things happened. They were still having some fun at least. He settled himself and let out a contented sigh as his mind slid back into trance. He was still serving-and that was a joy no matter how short a time that service was. As he relaxed, he processed the sound of Sir prepping himself.

Then, in one motion, the smaller arctic fox pressed his tip against Pup's hole and shoved forward. Pup groaned as Sir's knot slammed against his rear. Long practice meant that that Pup was ready and able to handle what they need to do, as Sir pulled back and shoved hard as Pup's hole sucked his knot in with a gasp. Then the arctic fox went to work, hammering again and again into the red fox's rear never pulling out. Pup melted into the table, a slobbering, moaning mess. His claws scraped over the surface before gripping the edge and bracing himself.

The artic fox was relentless, hammering the bigger fox over and over, his knot tugging hard at Pup's ring. Pup groaned-Sir wasn't big by red fox standards, but he more than made up for it with technique and enthusiasm. He knew exactly where to hit inside Pup, and even without touching the red fox was constantly dribbling pre into his jock. So much so that it was soaking through and leaving a glittering strand down to the towel on the floor.

It didn't take long for Sir to begin panting and growling. He huffed and shoved hard against Pup, shuddering as he came. Pup sighed happily, feeling the cock inside him throb hard and squirt deep inside him. They stood there for a moment as the arctic fox spurted again and again before flopping onto the bigger fox. After a moment, he reached over Pup's shoulder and switched the orb off and whispering in Ryan's ear. Slowly, Ryan returned to himself as Rob scratched his ears.

"How was that for some enslaving the hero play?" the arctic fox asked with a tired chuckle.

"So good," Ryan replied. "Do we have time for me to get off?"

"If you want," Rob said. "But we'll be cutting it close. No real time for anything but a jerk and spurt. I'd wanted to have you put a load in me too, but apparently, we took too much time in the actual roleplay. I'm really sorry for that."

"I can wait," Ryan replied after a moment's thought. "So. I guess we need to clean up."

"Yeah," Rob said with a grunt as he tugged himself out of Ryan's hole. "Whatever crafts they were doing here, they thought might need a shower, so I brought towels and another pair of underwear for you."

"Always so thoughtful Sir," Ryan said with a chuckle as he pulled his jock off. "I guess we should get to it. And then you better go over working that orb again for the not too bright fighter..."