{"sf1_id":1805250,"sf2_id":"XekLoEYm","title":"Vixen Hunt 2","author":"KevinFoxboy","words":5967,"posted_at":"2022-01-07T07:12:00.000Z","tags":["Alice Vixen","Fox Hunt","Kevin foxboy","Main Line Hunt Club","Nudity"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1805250-vixen-hunt-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/XekLoEYm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/0b/9e/0b9efcc1-d9a3-4ce3-a04e-6d7491ac658b","description":"#9 of HumanFox\n\nMore about Alice Vixen and her Main Line Hunt Club colleagues.","content":"  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \\* Hunting Vixens 2 \\*\u0026nbsp; --\u0026nbsp; (c)2020 Kevin Foxboy. All rights reserved\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nAt sixteen I was allowed to be caught and decide if I wanted to go to the winner's\u0026nbsp;\n\ncabin in the evening, to present him my tail as a trophy. We'd eat dinner and drink\u0026nbsp;\n\na little wine, and at eighteen I was allowed to show him my furry bikini up close.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI almost always allowed him to remove the tied-on fur runners as if he was undres-\n\nsing me, one fur trim at a time, slowly and sensuously.\n\n  \n\nIf you just came here for the furry costumes, or the healthy\u0026nbsp;\n\nmountain air, or even the running of a hunt, please skip ahead a tilde.\n\n  \n\n~\n\n  \n\nI had grown up in a clothing-optional pagan coven, and at the MLHC I chose to go\u0026nbsp;\n\nabout my days nude in the adult section, or just in a bikini on the rest of the property.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat's if it was warm enough, and most days even in spring or autumn I was working\u0026nbsp;\n\nenough keeping cabins clean that I could strip down to the bikini and relax.\n\n  \n\nI was better at running the paths than the guests were at guiding the horses, so even\u0026nbsp;\n\nthough their longer legs let them gallop faster, the rough patches made the hunters\u0026nbsp;\n\nslow down every once in a while. I was only caught a few times, sometimes because\u0026nbsp;\n\nI wanted to meet a well-muscled man, and show him what a good evening he could\u0026nbsp;\n\nhave with a consenting young woman in a furry vixen costume.\n\n  \n\nEven without adult behavior. The dinner and concurrent conversation kept me familiar\u0026nbsp;\n\nwith the world outside the MLHC, and most men were civilised enough to keep their\u0026nbsp;\n\ninteraction to that. It was up to me to suggest something more, and we both knew\u0026nbsp;\n\nI was consenting if I did.\n\n  \n\nI'll admit there were a few men who decided that catching me was all the consent\u0026nbsp;\n\nthey needed; and I'll also admit that during solstices and equinoxes my body was\u0026nbsp;\n\nfertile and female enough that my pheromones muddled my thinking. One man in\u0026nbsp;\n\nparticular wanted to watch me undress by removing my costume's furry trim, and\u0026nbsp;\n\nonce I was down to the two-piece tan-through (but not quite see-through) bikini,\u0026nbsp;\n\nhe wanted to take control of me.\n\n  \n\nAt first I resisted his sudden hug and forceful kiss, but I do actually enjoy a bit of\u0026nbsp;\n\nroughness, and I had implicitly consented to the evening's activities by agreeing\u0026nbsp;\n\nto come with him to his cabin. He held me, and his strong grip didn't actually hurt.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI relaxed and stopped trying to push him away.\n\n  \n\nHe may have decided that my acquiescence to his demands meant my submission,\u0026nbsp;\n\nbut he still didn't try to hurt me, just held me helpless as he backed me up against a\u0026nbsp;\n\ncinderblock wall. He even held a hand in my human hair, at first just to control me,\u0026nbsp;\n\nbut also to prevent me from hurting myself.\n\n  \n\nWhen I realised my position I squirmed weakly. It would insult his dominant power\u0026nbsp;\n\nover me if I were too easy to control, and he chuckled as he gripped my hair and\u0026nbsp;\n\npulled, actually rather gently. It was enough to teach me he could hurt me, and my\u0026nbsp;\n\nbrief resistance faded.\n\n  \n\nI accepted his kiss, and as our tongues dueled, he gained the advantage. Still keeping\u0026nbsp;\n\nme compliant, he reached his arms around me and hugged, forcing me to obey as he\u0026nbsp;\n\nuntied my bikini top at my chest, and as it released my breasts, he bent down and\u0026nbsp;\n\nbegan to lick.\n\n  \n\nAs I gasped in pleasure at his skill, he untied my top at my neck and completely\u0026nbsp;\n\nexposed my breasts. As I've mentioned, my natural C size mammaries were sup-\n\nplemented in the vixen suit with a pair each of B's and A's, as well as nipples, and\u0026nbsp;\n\nI'm pretty sure my additional endowments were what attracted him and encouraged\u0026nbsp;\n\nhis hunting efforts.\n\n  \n\nI just hope he realised the bulges and curves were part of the fake fur suit, and wasn't\u0026nbsp;\n\ntoo disappointed when he found I don't have six breasts and eight nipples on my real\u0026nbsp;\n\nhuman body. Maybe when DNA science catches up, I can have a sexier body.\n\n  \n\nGiggle, maybe even real fur all over, and a big bushy tail to swat people with. Yes I do\u0026nbsp;\n\ngiggle sometimes, to tease the men hunters; and ok the women too once in awhile. I\u0026nbsp;\n\nrepeat that I don't believe that scanty clothing and teasing have to necessarily mean\u0026nbsp;\n\nI want adult intimacy.\n\n  \n\nI mentioned my friends Cindy and Steve, and we just hang around the trees in fur, or\u0026nbsp;\n\nin the changing rooms in less; although it's skimpy swimsuits in the lounge areas,\u0026nbsp;\n\nwe're all adults, and we've seen each other completely nude. No one gets offended\u0026nbsp;\n\nor embarrassed, and no one teases the males for showing their interest in the females.\n\n  \n\nI know I like a bit of male interest, and Cindy does too; I've admitted my interest in\u0026nbsp;\n\nbare-chested men, yum and yip. In the lounge we can see each others' skimpy swim-\n\nsuits and bare skin out of fur; and since we all role-play hunt animals, we run, jump\u0026nbsp;\n\nand climb quite regularly.\n\n  \n\nThe men get quite pleasantly muscled, even ones like Kevin, who has to keep working\u0026nbsp;\n\non his shape. We do have rooms with gymnastic equipment, and since I live full-time\u0026nbsp;\n\nat the Main Line Hunt Club now, I can work on my pecs and glutes (yes women have\u0026nbsp;\n\nmuscles to get firm even without the bodybuilder look) anytime I want.\n\n  \n\nI really enjoy when men and other women, whether guests, staff or owners, show their\u0026nbsp;\n\nappreciation for all my hard body work. I can work up a healthy sweat, then grab my\u0026nbsp;\n\nbikini and go to the showers, wash all over, and walk through the lounge area to the\u0026nbsp;\n\nenema room to clean inside too.\n\n  \n\nThen I dry off and put on the bikini. Nobody's ever complained if I walk around nude\u0026nbsp;\n\nin the lounge, and we don't allow minors in anyway. They have their own showers in\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe cabins so the prudes don't bother them or us. Ok, most times I don't bother to\u0026nbsp;\n\ndry off completely, just stop dripping.\n\n  \n\nWith the bikini I have enough covering my sensitive areas so the fur doesn't itch.\u0026nbsp;\n\nNothing ruins the bipedal-animal look quicker than lifting the costume to rub the\u0026nbsp;\n\nskin. Real animals scratch themselves, sure; but we make sure we don't bring in\u0026nbsp;\n\nparasites on our costumes.\n\n  \n\n~\n\n  \n\nOk, I promised a tilde, and here it is. One Monday recently I was hanging out in the\u0026nbsp;\n\nlower apple orchard (the MLHC has several spread around for the guests) with Cindy\u0026nbsp;\n\nand Steve, and as usual they wore the gray fox fursuits the club provided. They're\u0026nbsp;\n\ntight enough with the support suits we could see the shapeliness of Cindy's curves\u0026nbsp;\n\nand Steve's muscles.\n\n  \n\nI was sitting in the grass, idly flipping my red fox vixen tail and enjoying the thrill of\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe tail anchor squirming about inside me. I'm pretty sure Kevin told you all about\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe anchors, so I won't be redundant. I think both gray foxes were enjoying their own\u0026nbsp;\n\ntails, watching mine and enjoying the fact that the guests didn't realise what the sly\u0026nbsp;\n\ngrins meant.\n\n  \n\nAs usual, Cindy had left her tail alone long enough to flick it about, and climbed up\u0026nbsp;\n\nan apple tree to pick some fresh fruit. It had just stopped being tinged green Saturday,\u0026nbsp;\n\nand was now becoming juicy and red all over. All eighteen of her costume claws were\u0026nbsp;\n\ndull like all canid claws, but hers were supplemented by steel blades she could flick\u0026nbsp;\n\nout.\n\n  \n\nThey were controlled by simply pushing out or pulling back on linkage under her four\u0026nbsp;\n\ncostume paws, over her feet and hands but hidden under the fur. The two foxes liked\u0026nbsp;\n\nto say they did Marvel's Wolverine two better, and the steel was sharp and strong\u0026nbsp;\n\nenough that Cindy and Steve could haul themselves up the soft wood easily.\n\n  \n\nI rather envied the two foxes, but reds don't climb so I don't get steel claws. I've cert-\n\nainly been by the supply space in the costume room, and all the Hunt Club costumes\u0026nbsp;\n\ncome with fiberglass claws with paint primer. We just put on a color coat according\u0026nbsp;\n\nto which animal the costume's for, and then a clear coat on top.\n\n  \n\nCome on over, and if you're interested we can get Barry the badger accountant to show\u0026nbsp;\n\nyou more about the costumes. He's willing to go digging around the supplies and our\u0026nbsp;\n\nacounts.\n\n  \n\nAnyway, the grays kept their claws out so they could stay in the trees, Steve climbing\u0026nbsp;\n\na different one than his vixen, and called me over to drop an apple. I thanked him and\u0026nbsp;\n\nsince foxes are omnivores, I was still in role. Steve reached for another apple, but\u0026nbsp;\n\nalmost dropped it, and slipped when he reached to grab it. Those eighteen steel\u0026nbsp;\n\nclaws certainly showed their usefulness as he hung from them before scrambling\u0026nbsp;\n\nback onto his branch.\n\n  \n\nWe all heard the howls as Rudy and Ethel ran up in their timber wolf costumes. Both\u0026nbsp;\n\nbig bulky Africans, they were part of the Hunt Club's safety patrol. They gathered under\u0026nbsp;\n\nSteve's branch and wanted him to drop down so they could check him out. I'm pretty\u0026nbsp;\n\nsure Steve was willing to let the wolves check his body, especially Rudy.\n\n  \n\nHe made sure the steel claws were still in place under his todsuit before climbing\u0026nbsp;\n\ndown. He wasn't as sure-footed coming down, and he complained that some claws\u0026nbsp;\n\nhad gotten bent. He knew enough to appreciate the two wolves' help.\n\n  \n\nNow of course I'd seen Rudy and Ethel as humans without the wolf costumes, and\u0026nbsp;\n\nthey'd seen us without the foxes. I'd enjoyed seeing them in the showers, and I liked\u0026nbsp;\n\nseeing Rudy's muscular body as he helped Ethel soap and rinse herself. It's easier\u0026nbsp;\n\nfor someone else to reach the upper back anyway, and Ethel leaned back into Rudy's\u0026nbsp;\n\nstrong arms to let him rub.\n\n  \n\nAhem. I'm letting myself get distracted again. As I've said, I grew up with casual nudity,\u0026nbsp;\n\nand we get plenty of time to watch each others' bodies move sensuously in the skimpy\u0026nbsp;\n\nswimsuits and fur trim. Anyway, the safety patrol furrs helped Steve walk with them to\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe aid room with the registered nurse, and Cindy and I tagged along because we were\u0026nbsp;\n\nconcerned. The bent steel footpaw blades wouldn't retract, and made Steve walk\u0026nbsp;\n\nclumsily.\n\n  \n\nThe first thing I noticed in the aid room was the tang of alcohol disinfectant, and it\u0026nbsp;\n\nwas strong enough to clear my sinuses. The second thing I noticed was Jinny's chip-\n\nmunk fursuit with the stripes running down the back over the tail. I remembered sev-\n\neral hunts with chipmunks milling around the edges, and big beefy wolves at some\u0026nbsp;\n\nof the rest spots. I appreciate the MLHC's concern for our safety as well as the way\u0026nbsp;\n\nthey fit in unobtrusively.\n\n  \n\nI noticed Cindy eyeing the chipmunk fur and asked if she wanted to try a different\u0026nbsp;\n\nspecies sometime. She said she wouldn't mind learning new behaviors, and I remin-\n\nded her that animal foxes eat chipmunks. She got closer to me and spoke in a low\u0026nbsp;\n\nvolume that she wouldn't mind me biting her a little.\n\n  \n\nWe were talking about maybe interacting in public in the fursuits as fox and chipmunk;\u0026nbsp;\n\nshe could run past a group of guests and I could chase her. The idea intrigued me,\u0026nbsp;\n\nand we waited for Jinny to finish examining Steve. There seemed to be some mutual\u0026nbsp;\n\namusement in checking over the gray fox, presumably to make sure he wasn't hurt. I'd\u0026nbsp;\n\ngotten so used to seeing Hunt Club staff in role-play fursuits that it seemed strange\u0026nbsp;\n\nto see Steve's human arms outside of the lounge.\n\n  \n\n~\n\n  \n\nToday I'd like to take a break, but I promise I'll get back to Jinny and us role-play\u0026nbsp;\n\nfoxies. I just wanted to write a bit about women's bodies, 'cause I've been reading\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe clinic's pamphlets about health. I'll let Steve write about men if he wants.\n\n  \n\nAnyway, all us employees are adults here at the Main Line Hunt Club, 'cause of federal,\u0026nbsp;\n\nstate and local labor laws. Any children of employees have to stay out of the adult part,\u0026nbsp;\n\nand we do have professionals minding their play. They can use the kiddie pool if they're\u0026nbsp;\n\nyoung, or the adolescents' pool if they're old enough.\n\n  \n\nI grew up casually nude, using bikinis for coverup. I decided back in my early teens to\u0026nbsp;\n\nhave most of my body hair removed, because I didn't like how thick and black it grew.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI know, it's not exactly natural, and went against my pagan beliefs; but I've seen coven\u0026nbsp;\n\nmembers, even men, without body hair and frankly it looks good smooth.\n\n  \n\nSo I started with the coven way, with herbs mixed and heated, then rubbed all over my\u0026nbsp;\n\nbare skin. Aunt Wilma saw how I got upset and showed me how to be careful with the\u0026nbsp;\n\nhair-remover herbs, and since I can't reach my upper back, and have a little trouble with\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe back of my shoulders and lower back, I was glad to let her touch me like a massage.\n\n  \n\nAs I stood next to the stove and the stewpot with the heated herbs, I held myself up by\u0026nbsp;\n\nleaning over the countertop. I offered my bare flesh to the application of the herbs and\u0026nbsp;\n\nenjoyed the relaxation the warmth offered.\n\n  \n\nMmmm, her strong hands felt good rubbing over my shoulders, her fingers squeezing\u0026nbsp;\n\nme and working the herb mixture into the skin. She worked it down my back, making\u0026nbsp;\n\nsure to rub the body hair off, down to my rump and forward around my hips and up\u0026nbsp;\n\nmy belly.\n\n  \n\nShe made sure to get my consent before working her way up to my ribs and along my\u0026nbsp;\n\nbudding breasts. Oh it felt good as she rubbed over my areoles and nipples! I was just\u0026nbsp;\n\nstarting to develop bulges, and I wanted them touched and stroked. Yum and yip.\n\n  \n\nNow I'm adult and I've asked for stroking from the MLHC coven members. It means a\u0026nbsp;\n\nbit more from adults, even when sex isn't involved. I do enjoy the physical closeness,\u0026nbsp;\n\nand I'm quite willing to rub the other coven members, even the teenagers.\n\n  \n\nAnyway, Aunt Wilma taught me about allowing 'good touch', and it did feel good as she\u0026nbsp;\n\nmoved her hands over my nude body. All over my chest and shoulders, joining the herbs\u0026nbsp;\n\nfrom my back and slipping up my neck. I held my head hair up out of the way as she did\u0026nbsp;\n\nmy throat and the back of my neck, making the border between the long hair I kept and\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe short hair to remove that much more obvious.\n\n  \n\nAnd then my aunt's wonderful hands rubbed over the skin of my rump, the hair-removal\u0026nbsp;\n\nherbs following my gluteal curves and giving me more thrills. She left my thickening\u0026nbsp;\n\ngroin hair alone for now, keeping my coin slot hidden for a future lover to explore,\u0026nbsp;\n\nand that was as low on me as she could easily reach, so she helped me balance\u0026nbsp;\n\nas I stepped up on a chair.\n\n  \n\nAunt Wilma reached over to the pot and got another handful of herbs. I could already\u0026nbsp;\n\nfeel them working me over, a gentle tingling as my body hair loosened, and enjoyed\u0026nbsp;\n\nher moving under my rump and down the backs of my thighs.\n\n  \n\n~\n\n  \n\nI was standing up on the chair when I happened to look out the kitchen window, and\u0026nbsp;\n\ngot a giggle out of the fact that since I could see out, folks outside could see in. This\u0026nbsp;\n\nis about the first time I stood nude while Aunt Wilma rubbed pagan herbs all over my\u0026nbsp;\n\nyoung female body to remove body hair, so my breast mounds were barely formed.\n\n  \n\nI really didn't mind people seeing my nudity; after all Aunt Wilma was nude too, so I\u0026nbsp;\n\ncould see the effect of repeated herb rubbings. Her adult body was quite smooth and\u0026nbsp;\n\nlooked good without body hair except for her head and groin. She gave me a sly grin\u0026nbsp;\n\nas she noted my reaction to the element symbols trimmed into her groin hair.\n\n  \n\nAs my body was just starting to become fertile, I was also chopping up herbs to drink\u0026nbsp;\n\ntea so I wouldn't have to bleed every month. I can see why mundanes made up an invis-\n\nible supreme being, so they can blame him when things go wrong. Pagans just take it\u0026nbsp;\n\nin stride, using herbs to relax the uterus and ovaries.\n\n  \n\nOk, now I wanna talk about ovaries and uteri. Usually a girl is born with two sleeping\u0026nbsp;\n\novaries and an unused uterus which just kinda hang out together with their ligaments\u0026nbsp;\n\nat the girl's pelvis and hips. When she enters puberty, maybe as young as thirteen, her\u0026nbsp;\n\noves begin to wake up and take a look around.\n\n  \n\nThis is when a pagan young woman starts drinking the tea that keeps her uterus (one\u0026nbsp;\n\nper woman usually) sleepy so it doesn't try to make a placenta, because the angio-\n\ngenesis is wasteful and just drains her body energy. I mean, she's becoming fertile,\u0026nbsp;\n\nso the body thinks it's doing the right thing, getting ready to nourish a fetus 'n all;\u0026nbsp;\n\nbut she's not living in a primitive tribe, and it's not the Stone Age anymore.\n\n  \n\nSo the ovaries wake up, and play dice or something (kidding!) to decide who kicks out\u0026nbsp;\n\nan egg first, so they can alternate every 28 days or so. Women's bodies are not clocks.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe young woman doesn't want a baby, because men are still icky and have cooties.\n\n  \n\nOk, she's grown out of those stages, but she agrees with her parents she's not ready\u0026nbsp;\n\nyet to get pregnant. So she sits out this cycle, and the placenta breaks down and\u0026nbsp;\n\nbleeds out. Yes it's yucky, and the cramps are too. At least the pagans have tea that\u0026nbsp;\n\nkeeps the woman parts sleepy.\n\n  \n\nIt's also about this time a young woman learns about ovary massage. Just having\u0026nbsp;\n\nsomeone older who knows what the biologically mature new woman's going through\u0026nbsp;\n\nis very relaxing and prevents getting upset at the new feelings and urges. That was\u0026nbsp;\n\nmy experience anyway.\n\n  \n\nBoth ovaries and the uterus between them can just chill and enjoy the feel of some-\n\none's hands gently rubbing oil into the skin covering them. A nice increase in blood-\n\nflow keeps them happy, and the relaxation from the herb tea lets them wait a few\u0026nbsp;\n\nyears until the woman's mental maturity catches up.\n\n  \n\nAfter all, nobody wants to have to deal with unhappy ovaries or uteri.\n\n  \n\n~\n\n  \n\nI may have had a goofy grin on my face as I wandered down Memory Lane. I was\u0026nbsp;\n\nleaning against a tray table with the brakes on, watching Jinny the Main Line Hunt\u0026nbsp;\n\nClub nurse lady and remembered seeing her in her chipmunk fursuit. The tail is\u0026nbsp;\n\nnicely bushy, although not as much as my red fox vixen suit.\n\n  \n\nI watched Rudy and Ethel in their timber wolf suits; they were both a bit taller and\u0026nbsp;\n\nmore muscled than I am, but not as much bigger as the dumb animals are. Cindy\u0026nbsp;\n\nwas being looked over by one of Jinny's assistants, and I do mean the young man\u0026nbsp;\n\nwas checking the young woman, running his paws, I mean human hands up and\u0026nbsp;\n\ndown her fursuit arms, around her shoulders, down her back and rump.\n\n  \n\nCindy wasn't actually injured, just worried for Steve, and her arms were a bit strained\u0026nbsp;\n\nfrom reaching over to his apple-tree branch to steady him. Her exercises and role-\n\nplay hunt running kept her muscles firm, and although I preferred looking at Steve as\u0026nbsp;\n\nJinny carefully removed his bent claws, I got to hold each of his arms down as Ethel\u0026nbsp;\n\nwatched him for signs of shock from hanging onto the branch just by his hand-claws.\n\n  \n\nI'd like to divert a bit to mention that once Rudy saw Steve was being helped, I was\u0026nbsp;\n\nable to get his attention to check me out. There's something about casually wearing\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe fur, and seeing each other nude in the showers or scantily-clad in the lounge, that\u0026nbsp;\n\nmakes us feel friendly and willing to be handled.\n\n  \n\nOr maybe it's the skimpy tan-thru swimsuits that pique our interest. At any rate, Rudy\u0026nbsp;\n\nand I went into an unused patient room for some mutual petting, stroking over each\u0026nbsp;\n\nothers' fur and checking out the firm muscles under it. Of course Rudy, being strongly\u0026nbsp;\n\nmale, has more muscle than I do, being female.\n\n  \n\nI was also enduring the part of my monthly fertility cycle when I'm particularly attracted\u0026nbsp;\n\nto muscular men and their firm bodies. Rudy and Ethel often run in the hunts, mostly as\u0026nbsp;\n\nwolves looking out for foxes' safety, but also keeping an eye on the hunt club's horses\u0026nbsp;\n\nfrom the ground, while the Huntmaster and his assistants keep the guests safe.\n\n  \n\nI was rather interested in Ethel as well, since the African woman was quite nicely\u0026nbsp;\n\nmuscled as well as wearing a sports bra under her wolfsuit to support her lovely\u0026nbsp;\n\nbreasts. You may not know that some of the exercises to keep the pectoral muscles\u0026nbsp;\n\nstrong also have an effect on keeping a woman's breasts held firmly.\n\n  \n\nI was with Rudy, and slowly running my hands over the seam surrounding his hips. The\u0026nbsp;\n\nsuit is technically made in several pieces sewn together inside so it's like a jumpsuit.\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt's solid in the back from the ankle cuffs up the legs - mmm, Rudy's muscled legs,\u0026nbsp;\n\nyumm - and around the rump, with a slot opening to mount the tail to the anchor. The\u0026nbsp;\n\njumpsuit fur continues up the back, over the shoulders and down the arms to the wrists.\n\n  \n\nThe fur is long enough in the front to cover up the long zip going from the groinal area\u0026nbsp;\n\nup the abdomen and chest. The zip is actually offset, to hide in the seam between the\u0026nbsp;\n\nfur color from the back, and the lighter - often white or cream - fur color of the chest\u0026nbsp;\n\ndown below the waist.\n\n  \n\nRudy's left-handed, and it's easier for him to grip the zip across his chest on the right.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat meant I was using my left hand as I faced him, rather fondling his chest as I\u0026nbsp;\n\nunzipped him. The fursuit chest I mean. I do rather enjoy unzipping men to reveal\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe stretchy undersuit that helps hold up the fursuit, and the part of a man that we\u0026nbsp;\n\nteach him to use to please women.\n\n  \n\nYou may have noticed I said the fursuit has ankle and wrist cuffs. Please take a few\u0026nbsp;\n\nminutes to get your mind off the unzipping, and the mutual pleasure parts to appre-\n\nciate the craftpersonship.\n\n  \n\nThen there's the thin slippers with plastic soles which cover the fursuit wearer's feet\u0026nbsp;\n\nand go up the ankles. Actually the cuffs are Velcro, the soft material part that doesn't\u0026nbsp;\n\nstick to anything, and the slippers have risers with the sticky part. Roll that part over\u0026nbsp;\n\nand insert feet all the way down into the slipper, then roll the Velcro up over the fur-\n\nsuit's ankle cuffs.\n\n  \n\nPat the parts smooth and it looks like the fur comes down the thighs, over the knees\u0026nbsp;\n\n(the fur and undersuit have material to cover your knees even when you kneel down,\u0026nbsp;\n\nwithout going baggy when you stand), down the legs, ankles and feet. As an American\u0026nbsp;\n\nRed Fox, my fursuit has rather colorful red fur down to black partway up my lower legs\u0026nbsp;\n\njust under the calf muscle bulge.\n\n  \n\nAnd of course my slippers are black, too, including the soles. There's also black fur\u0026nbsp;\n\nover the slippers on my foot arches, around and under my toes, along my soles back\u0026nbsp;\n\nto my ankles and the black fursuit cuffs. Sometimes I lounge around without the full\u0026nbsp;\n\nsuit, just the slippers making my human feet look furry and ready for rubbing.\n\n  \n\nI'd been with the MLHC as a guest since I was six, shuttled between parents at eleven\u0026nbsp;\n\nuntil I came back when I was sixteen. I was allowed to wear fuzzy slippers the first five\u0026nbsp;\n\nyears without the suit, but I saw the older kids walking around with various stages of\u0026nbsp;\n\nfurriness.\n\n  \n\nI just thought it was because of the club's nature education for children. When I came\u0026nbsp;\n\nback and saw the kids now adult wearing full fursuits and acting like the animals the\u0026nbsp;\n\nsuit represented, of course I wanted to join, and until I earned my own fursuit I tried\u0026nbsp;\n\non several different species till I found I liked the red fox a lot.\n\n  \n\nAs an adult, I get to run as prey in the hunt. I'm not always a vixen; I've been other\u0026nbsp;\n\ncanids such as coyotes, dholes, dingoes, housedogs, jackals and wolves. Since\u0026nbsp;\n\nit's the fur suit that's modeled after a furry species, I could be various felids too,\u0026nbsp;\n\nsuch as tiger, lion, jaguar, leopard, snow leopard, clouded leopard, cougar, cheetah,\u0026nbsp;\n\neurasian lynx, Iberian lynx, Canada lynx, bobcat, ocelot, serval, caracal, jaguarundi\u0026nbsp;\n\nor margay.\n\n  \n\nWhew! How come the felids get to have so many different fur patterns for over a\u0026nbsp;\n\ndozen species? Maybe they have to keep trying, to get as good as us canids! There's\u0026nbsp;\n\nalso badgers, skunks, weasels, ermines (the white fur type), martens, ferrets, mon-\n\ngooses, beavers, and suricates.\n\n  \n\nSorry if I forget all the carnivore species; I'm not a taxonomist. And of course there\u0026nbsp;\n\nare plenty of prey species like rabbits, hares, pikas, various mice and rats, any other\u0026nbsp;\n\nrodents...\n\n  \n\n~\n\n  \n\nBefore my breasts grew up, I got a giggle out of fitting into the fursuits for male\u0026nbsp;\n\nanimals too; sometimes I'd wear a suit for a shorter male, then a female, then\u0026nbsp;\n\nanother male at different times during the day. Since we all have our own under-\n\nsuits, we can just add a fursuit later.\n\n  \n\nWe can even run around the marked hunt paths for an hour or so, then meet another\u0026nbsp;\n\nroleplayer and switch fursuits! The guests are just looking for a human dressed as\u0026nbsp;\n\nan animal anyway, so it doesn't matter who's actually running from them.\n\n  \n\nI think most of the guests are just enjoying the horserides and the pretend hunts.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fursuits are far too expensive to use paintguns to mark a pretend kill, and we're\u0026nbsp;\n\nsupposed to avoid running through mud as well. Sometimes when the women just\u0026nbsp;\n\nwear the skimpy panties and bra, or the men the bikini briefs, we get to run thru mud\u0026nbsp;\n\nand then a water hazard to rinse off.\n\n  \n\nThen the guests are allowed to use food dye to mark our arms or legs or rumps. It's\u0026nbsp;\n\nenough to make us stumble, and then we fall down to play dead. Several of us have\u0026nbsp;\n\nhad the dye hit our backs, and then we need help rinsing it off after we're paraded\u0026nbsp;\n\naround the lodge as captives.\n\n  \n\nMost of us role-players have learned to enjoy being bound and draped over a trium-\n\nphant guest's horse, our ankles tied together and our wrists tied behind our backs,\u0026nbsp;\n\nour fur tails waving and our bellies curved over the saddle. If you've never been bound\u0026nbsp;\n\nwearing almost nothing as a hunter's prize, please come on over to the MLHC and\u0026nbsp;\n\nask the huntmaster for a turn.\n\n  \n\nI'd also like to mention that the slippers we wear have patterned soles for traction.\u0026nbsp;\n\nAfter I'd been running for a few years, I met a new guy who also liked wearing an\u0026nbsp;\n\nAmerican Red Fox todsuit and running as prey in the hunts. Just as I like being known\u0026nbsp;\n\nas Alice, even by my parents, even though it's not the name they gave me, just a role-\n\nplay name, this rather scrawny but overweight guy wanted to be called Kevin.\n\n  \n\nSo anyway, Kevin Foxboy started out as one of the hunt dogs on a Beginners' path, and\u0026nbsp;\n\nafter a few months in the skimpy briefs with a fake tail and fur trim, he fitted his slip-\n\npers with rougher material shaped like animal hindpaw pads so he got traction even\u0026nbsp;\n\non wet grass. Everyone liked the animal look and especially the safer tread, and since\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe pads were carefully glued on, they took the weight and the wear on solid ground.\n\n  \n\nInstead of wearing out the slipper soles and having to junk the whole furry thing, and\u0026nbsp;\n\nhaving to color-match new slippers with fur to the fursuit, we could just remove the\u0026nbsp;\n\nold pads and replace them. It seemed so obvious in retrospect we wondered why we\u0026nbsp;\n\nhadn't thought of it ourselves. Cindy and I gave Kevin an old worn-out tail each, and\u0026nbsp;\n\nhe wanted us to model them, so we did.\n\n  \n\nEven the guys running as prey wanted to thank Kevvy, but we found out he was strictly\u0026nbsp;\n\nhetero and wasn't interested. If you've never seen ladies wearing fur-trimmed bikinis\u0026nbsp;\n\nshaking their bootys to make the fake tails swish against their partly-bare rumps and\u0026nbsp;\n\nthighs, c'mon over and we'll show you. No matter what gender or orientation you are.\n\n  \n\nIt turned out Kev was more interested in the bondage and submission part of the role-\n\nplay than the animal costumes. After all, we had to be so careful not to get the full\u0026nbsp;\n\nfursuits dirty that it cut off some of the fun. He was certainly willing to participate\u0026nbsp;\n\nin the adult parties after a hunt run, and show the winning guest some entertainment\u0026nbsp;\n\nby sitting on a hunt girl and slowly, sensuously removing her fur.\n\n  \n\nWe could never get Kev to explain to us how he learned to undress a woman so\u0026nbsp;\n\nshe enjoyed giving herself to his skilled paws. Cindy and I went to his cabin a few\u0026nbsp;\n\ntimes, wearing our fox suits, and he was willing enough to show us his skills; but\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe most he'd say was he got started with BDSM from a group he met in college.\n\n  \n\n~\n\n  \n\nSo now I'd like to talk about the BDSM aspects of the furry roleplay here at the Main\u0026nbsp;\n\nLine Hunt Club. I don't know if you're familiar with the adult roleplay of Bondage and\u0026nbsp;\n\nDiscipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadism and Masochism. But I suggest you\u0026nbsp;\n\nstart with D/s, since it's similar to what goes on in the animal world as well as the\u0026nbsp;\n\nmundane human one.\n\n  \n\nAnimals fight for dominance so they can mate. Personally I don't like fighting; it injures\u0026nbsp;\n\nsome folks and wrongly excludes others. If you're trying to keep a species going, let\u0026nbsp;\n\nmales and females interact. The group leader can only please one female at a time,\u0026nbsp;\n\nand if he goes around trying to get all the ladies pregnant, he uses up his sperm and\u0026nbsp;\n\nhas to wait for his body to catch up.\n\n  \n\nAnd let the ladies decide who they want to try out, to get some fun, because it's their\u0026nbsp;\n\nbodies that do all the gestation work. It shouldn't be just pounce, grab, pound a few\u0026nbsp;\n\ntimes, then leave. Do it all again. I don't think animals know to have fun while they\u0026nbsp;\n\ninteract. When I'm caught, I like to step out of both the role and fursuit, to show folks\u0026nbsp;\n\nI'm actually a human woman, with a body that's worth taking the time to enjoy.\n\n  \n\nWhich gets me back to the hunts and the adult stuff that happens back at the hunt\u0026nbsp;\n\nlodge. At sixteen I was allowed to be hunted, and I was caught fairly frequently at\u0026nbsp;\n\nfirst because I forgot to hide and let the horses run by. I'd spend a few hours cuddling\u0026nbsp;\n\nwith a hunter and enjoy dinner, but no adult stuff.\n\n  \n\nWhen I turned eighteen and found out about the casual nudity and adult stuff, I felt\u0026nbsp;\n\nquite relaxed because I'd grown up nude or scantily clad, in the pagan coven with\u0026nbsp;\n\nmy Aunt Wilma. So many mundanes in America seem to think getting nude means\u0026nbsp;\n\nthey get sex, and yes it can feel really good. But guys, really, do it so the woman gets\u0026nbsp;\n\npleasure too.\n\n  \n\nI don't believe mundanes get enough sex, because their various religions make such\u0026nbsp;\n\na big deal about doing it just to have children. That makes it more of a duty and takes\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe fun away. So the men don't get the chance to explore their feelings and learn to\u0026nbsp;\n\nenjoy being with a woman.\n\n  \n\nOk, I'm not naive, and I know some men and women aren't interested in heterosexual\u0026nbsp;\n\nencounters. Frankly I'm mostly attracted to men, especially the muscular bodies, and\u0026nbsp;\n\nif two men want sex, leave them alone. Go somewhere private, wash everything off\u0026nbsp;\n\nand out; go ahead and enjoy each other, just don't make noise.\n\n  \n\nWhen I met Kevin, and found out he's rather submissive, I was a bit confused. After all,\u0026nbsp;\n\nI'd grown up in coven where people treated each other as equals, and here this guy\u0026nbsp;\n\nwas down on his knees asking me to let him please me! I guess he was just showing\u0026nbsp;\n\nme what the lady who introduced us meant by Kev being submissive, but it was a bit\u0026nbsp;\n\nsudden for me at eighteen to deal with this.\n\n  \n\nI was also concerned for Kev because Lisa treated him as beneath her, and even put\u0026nbsp;\n\na collar and leash on him! Seeing him walk behind her on leash like a human dog was\u0026nbsp;\n\nquite a shock, and I wanted to get him loose until he told me it was consensual. And\u0026nbsp;\n\nthen they showed me how Kevin even enjoys crawling on all fours, guided by the leash!\n\n  \n\nIf you've never seen a young adult man down on his hands and knees, wearing nothing\u0026nbsp;\n\nbut bikini briefs and letting a woman guide him with a leash clipped to his collar, you\u0026nbsp;\n\nmight be surprised at the submissive roleplay. Even if you've seen or done it before,\u0026nbsp;\n\ncome on over to the Main Line Hunt Club, because Lisa treats kevin like a dog, and\u0026nbsp;\n\nhe really seems to like it!\n\n  \n\nOf course animal dogs don't speak English, so kevin just barks and whimpers when\u0026nbsp;\n\nhe's in dogspace. Kev does change the pitch of his whimpers to indicate \"yes\", \"no\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nor he's confused, and it's quite amusing to learn his manners while keeping him on\u0026nbsp;\n\nhis knees.\n\n  \n\nEven when Lisa taps his costume dog muzzle to bring him out of dogspace, she\u0026nbsp;\n\nkeeps up the Dominant act by making kev stay on the floor, referring to his front\u0026nbsp;\n\nor back paws instead of hands or feet, and keeping him in mittens and socks which\u0026nbsp;\n\nrob him of use of his fingers and toes.\n\n  \n\nThey're not usually locked on, since they're stiff enough, like a real dog's front paws\u0026nbsp;\n\nor long digitigrade back paws, to make it difficult for kevindog to hold anything or\u0026nbsp;\n\npull the velcro. I quickly got over the surprise of the young man acting so doglike\u0026nbsp;\n\nand setting aside his humanity, and saw how calm and relaxed he was as Lisa's pet.\n\n  \n\n~\n\n  \n\nWhich brings me back to the MLHC clinic with Cindy and Steve gray foxes, Rudy and\u0026nbsp;\n\nEthel timber wolves, Jinny the chipmunk nurse, and me, Alice the red fox. While Ethel\u0026nbsp;\n\nand a non-furry assistant helped Jinny check out Cindy and Steve, Rudy and I were in\u0026nbsp;\n\na side room checking each other out.\n\n  \n\nI think I mentioned running our paws over each other's fursuits, smoothing the fake\u0026nbsp;\n\nfur and enjoying the body muscles and curves. We unzipped each other and he growled\u0026nbsp;\n\nto encourage me in his embrace as our costume muzzles rubbed each other and our\u0026nbsp;\n\npaws roamed.\n\n  \n  \n\n","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1689256-vixen-hunt-1.json"}