# JakeFox 4

Author: KevinFoxboy
Tags: Bear, Fantasy, Fox, Husky, Male, Nudity, Series, Slavery, Wolf

#6 of BSI

"JakeFox4" (c) 2009 Kevin Foxboy, all rights reserved.
Jake's second furvention; casual furslave nudity and a surprise foxtoy

 JakeFox and Furventions  
  
JakeFox and a group of BioSyn Fursons went to a furvention  
near Philadelphia PA USA. It was barely controlled chaos; either the  
directors were new at this or it had gotten away from them. It was  
winter but the snow had been plowed into big sculptures in the parking  
lot; one fun feature was the parking attendants were dressed up as,  
you guessed it, gophers.  
  
The BioFurs were all DNA rewrites who'd been human to start but  
were now furrs. The problem was, BioSyn also made slave animals who  
were mentally challenged DNA hybrids. The full-humans who'd come to  
gawk at the fursuiters couldn't tell the furs apart without a score-  
card so that was most of the chaos. You had to look for the leather  
collars or wrist and ankle cuffs to tell the slaves from the freefurs.  
  
The slaves weren't human so they had no civil rights, but they  
weren't dumb animals either so they had no animal-abuse protection.  
The worst of both worlds, Jake thought. Slave animals, free Fursons,  
and humans in costumes made it hard to figure out what was going on.  
  

  Jake went to the furvention registration desks and let the  
officials pull on him a bit; no it wasn't a costume he could take off  
and show his face. He'd gotten court documents with his new Furson  
identity, new photo ID. He got his name badge with digital picture  
and fur species, as if they couldn't tell he was a Fox!  
  
Oh, he'd forgotten, standard humans couldn't tell just by  
scent! And they thought \*they\* were superior?! Jake had been a rich  
nerd, used to privileges, and it'd been tough slogging when Mom & Dad  
disowned him for Going Furry. He was still a bit ticked at human  
narrow-mindedness.  
  
He was thinking about that and not paying enough attention as  
he wandered down a hallway to an attached building, still part of the  
furvention. He bumped into something big and furry at the next double-  
doorway, and fell back on his furry rump and tail. He wasn't sure he  
should apologise or be upset when he looked up and saw the white fur  
and big stocky body of a Polar Bear!  
  
He figured it was probably Bruno or Brunnehilde from BioSyn  
until he noticed the leather cuffs and lack of clothing. A big Polar  
Bear naked except for the fur, would've made a scene; but it was a  
BioSyn hybrid slave Bear, Recom Level Three Generation Two. A Guard,  
too dumb to reason with, no emotions to appeal to. And no sex parts,  
no covering needed.  
  

  It rumbled, "No ID, no en-try!" which was about the limit of  
its mental ability. It didn't pick Jake up or push him away; he was  
down on the floor, no threat, so it ignored him. As soon as he moved  
and started to stand, though, its blank eyes tracked the movement  
without understanding. It seemed to vaguely focus on his furry chest,  
and rumbled again. "Move-ment!"  
  
Jake was getting a bit concerned; these things were single-  
minded when they Guarded something. It'd just as likely rip him apart  
limb from limb to stop him, with no more feeling than you'd fold paper  
to throw it away. He realised his furvention badge had fallen off and  
picked it up hurriedly to show the hulking monster that towered over  
him. He said, "ID here" to get the thing's attention; just a simple  
statement it might know what to do with.  
  
Jake was being polite; the thing didn't \*have\* enough mind  
to be single-minded. It just did what it was trained for, what its  
human boss told it. Jake had an ID, the picture matched his face, so  
the R3G2 Guard moved a step aside and rumbled, "ID OK, go in" like  
a mantra. Jake lost no time going around the mass of rough white fur  
into the dimly lit small room beyond.  
  

  He realised he'd been holding his breath, and started breathing  
again. Woof! Such a mix of scents assaulted his enhanced nostrils! And  
the sounds, it was hard to make out anything in the room. Sometimes  
having better senses than humans really sucks!  
  
And it got worse. The little room was just a corner marked  
off with drapes. Beyond was Biological Synthetics Incorporated's  
dirty little secret, that's why it was a separate building. Now Jake  
understood why the furvention operators made him prove his age, this  
was the 'Adults Only' section.  
  
He saw the two Furson Polar Bears trying to mingle with the  
crowd. Bruno and Brunnehilde were too big to mix, everyone gave them  
plenty of room; it was more like two islands of white fur with others  
more than an arm's length away. Fursuiters were scared of the eight-  
foot-tall real furrs. Jake liked them, though; he knew they had kind  
fursonalities, and they looked a bit hurt and needful of a friendly  
face. He went over and said hi, although both his fox paws disappeared  
in just one of Bruno's. The Bear knew not to squeeze.  
  

  Jake saw another Furson he liked and dove around Brunnehilde  
to get to Lena Foxgirl. He'd bunked with her last year when he was new  
to the fur. A long hug and toss in the air later, Lena giggled as she  
rubbed herself on his shoulder, and his other roommates popped by.  
  
Lena had kept in touch with Tomas and Tomasina the wolves, as  
well as Henry and Henrietta the huskies. The now six Fursons greeted  
each other in modified Canid fashion; dogs don't really sniff each  
others' butts, they sniff scent on the thighs and tail near the butts.  
Yeah, it looks weird to anyone who isn't a Canid; frankly it's none of  
their damn business!  
  
Foxes and wolves and huskies, oh my! And don't forget the  
Polar Bears!  
  
\*  
Other products Biological Synthetics Incorporated had on  
display in the Adults Only Section were their Recom Level Four  
servants. Generation One maids and such, Generation Two waiters,  
domestic servants, and pleasure slaves. The maids cleaned dishes  
in the kitchen, the waiters carried food and drink, the domestics  
asked guests if they wanted meat or veggie platters brought out.  
  

  JakeFox was a bit uncomfortable around the pleasure slaves;  
they were scantily clad and danced for amusement, sort of like roving  
belly dancers. And they were furry like the Fursons, so you couldn't  
separate them in your thinking like you could different races or  
ethnic groups. No comfort for prejudiced people here!  
  
He'd been to Middle-East-style restaurants with belly dancers,  
but he'd sat at a table while they were on stage. Here the boy and girl  
fur slaves showed themselves shamelessly, shaking rumps and tails and  
more intimate parts at everyone! Yeah, he knew they were made for it,  
quite literally, living things that wouldn't exist except they were  
made by humans for humans. He didn't want to think about the real sex  
slaves, what they were produced and trained for.  
  
He realised Lena and his other roomates weren't so ... prudish.  
They looked at the fur slaves, and seemed OK with the, well, \*nudity\*  
wasn't quite the right word, every slave was decent enough with fur  
covering. Just the idea they were owned things, not able to make  
their own life decisions, made him uneasy.  
  

  Jake was busy thinking about this and so he failed to notice  
the mouse walking up to him until she knelt at his feet and begged to  
kiss them! That sure got his attention. The female slave wore only  
collar and cuffs, and her bent body looked so ... tasty ... he was  
glad he'd worn something under his jeans. He didn't want to embarrass  
himself in public.  
  
The mousette hadn't moved from her knees except to go even  
further down to the floor. Leaning forward, putting her forehead on  
the floor at Jake's feet, bending her back as her whole belly and  
chest flattened to the cold linoleum floor. Somehow she moved her  
rump and thin tail back from him even as she prostrated herself,  
in full view of the public!  
  
Now Lena casually mentioned this was expected behavior for a  
slave so Jake should get used to it; he should tell the mouse it was  
enough unless he wanted to see more of her naked flesh. He coughed a  
bit but managed to forestall the crawling and begging of the slave.  
She'd show everyone her body's intimacies if a free fur wanted it.  
  

  Lena was more used to this stuff; she used a strong commanding  
voice to tell the short mousie to stop, she'd pleased the Master. Lena  
wanted to speak with the mouse and ordered her to kneel up. JakeFox  
managed to keep his mouth closed as Lena dominated the slave, but lost  
his cool when the girl knelt submissively and spread her knees! Jeez,  
he could see her ... woman parts!  
  
He was grinning rather stupidly before he tore his eyes from  
the lewd sight and heard a chuckle from both sides. Tomas and Henry  
were enjoying the mouse slave's display, while their wives were more  
interested in those boys, doing something with each other on the floor  
a few meters away. Didn't slaves think of anything besides displaying  
themselves sexually?  
  
Well, yes, they did; but they were owned beasts and they were  
the entertainment. So they showed their training and their bodies; no  
such thing as shame. Their makers controlled their DNA and their minds,  
so this was usual for them. Just living adverts for BioSyn.  
  
Jake had sorta drifted away from the entrance with the R3G2  
Guard; now he notinced signs hanging from the ceiling. He shoulda  
known he'd wandered from the waiters and past the scantily-clad  
dancers to the more hard-core pleasure slaves. Which head had he  
been thinking with?  
  

  Then he heard a thumping noise off to his left and passed  
another set of drapes. He was sorta in a daze from seeing the mouse-  
girl and wandered off toward the sound. He was deeply shocked to see  
a russet-furred fox slave chained between two posts. Jake thought he  
was looking in a mirror!  
  
A beautiful full-human woman was buckling a hood over the  
foxslave's eyes; then she picked up a leather whip and began beating  
him! Crack! Jake felt sick but fascinated as the poor beast grunted,  
"One!" and he realized the slave was forced to count his beating out  
loud! Crack! "Two!" Crack! "Three!" ... on and on to ten blows. What  
had the helpless beast done to get such a cruel treatment? He was still  
standing on his feet, I mean hindpaws for a beast, but he was hanging  
from the chains on his wrists and looked quite bedraggled.  
  
The person then looked around and spotted JakeFox. She froze  
for a moment, then looked back and forth between him and her chained  
slave. He held up his furvention ID and she saw it, and nodded. One  
freefur, one slave. But they \*did\* look the same, both Foxes, both  
russet-furred, both stood and walked upright. Jake had even modified  
the biped stance of a human; his feet had changed length and width  
and had four toes, same as the slave.  
  

  JakeFox realised the truth, and it hit him like a physical  
blow. \*This\* slave had the same DNA that had given Jake Halloran new  
fox eyes, ears and skin! The slave couldn't quite scent him through  
the hood; he knew someone was there but not quite where. JakeFox  
reached out a furry paw, gripped the slave's collar, and read the  
brass plate.  
  
R4G2/KvN47 Kevin.  
  
\*  
Alysa Benton had blindfolded her sex toy Kevin Foxboy so he  
wasn't afraid of going outside with her to the furvention. She worked  
for Hot!Tech, the company that made the computers that controlled the  
DNA AutoSynths which made him and all the BioSyn slaves. She took her  
toy directly to the 'Adults Only' section despite the fact he was only  
as old as a human at seventeen.  
  
It had actually been only three years since Kevin was DNA mixed  
and seeded; six months in a 'wet-tank' artificial womb and 18 months of  
slave training as a domestic servant and Alysa's pleasure slave. Slaves  
were 'quick-grown' so owners didn't have to wait. It was a moral decis-  
ion, don't just kidnap freefurs and enslave them; make slaves to begin  
with, make them accept it.  
  

  Kevin was a good slave, submissive even to his owner's command  
to writhe in his chains to give furs a good show. He'd writhed in her  
chains as she used him for her pleasure, and he knew it was an act.  
She chained him standing up, loosened the blindfold and told him she'd  
just pretend to beat him. Kevin was scared of a real beating; his fur  
had been ripped out of his back one time he'd earned a real punishment,  
and he whimpered and shook in the chains.  
  
Some of the humans watching gasped; they thought it was real!  
The Fursons could scent Kevin's fear, but they knew he wasn't really  
suffering. The other slaves had personal experience with real beatings  
and acted scared although they too knew it was fake. Just part of the  
entertainment!  
  
The effect was increased as the humans slowly realised Kevin  
wasn't yipping, howling or screaming in pain. One by one they went  
back to breathing, and only then did Alysa remove Kevin's blindfold  
to let his weak smile reassure them he wasn't hurt.  
  
But JakeFox was still shaken, from watching the beast twitch  
in the chains but mostly from the mirror-image Fox. Jake had seen  
Alysa's face as she beat Kevin, and it sure looked like she was  
enjoying it for real! He was confused by the way she'd fondled him  
with the whip, caressing his trembling body almost like a lover.  
  

  And JakeFox was deeply confused by the fact that the naked  
boy slave was quite obviously enjoying both the pain and the fondling!  
This was definitely 'Adults Only' as the fox slave's sheath showed how  
Kevin had been made to take his own pleasure from giving it to others.  
  
Jake had heard that fur slaves were made this way; he'd read  
BioSyn's Product Catalog before plunging into Furry himself. He could  
have had his own femslave to enjoy the furriness; Jake Halloran's rich  
family had paid servants and he'd been to their friend's parties with  
fur slaves.  
  
But this was the reality, er, showing! Kevin's breathing was  
normal now, and he \*was\* able to speak, so Jake showed him the fur-  
vention ID. Kevin seemed as shocked as Jake had been and barely  
croaked out, "G-Greetings, M-Master. Fox."  
  
His owner Alysa seemed to recover first and reminded the beast  
that BioSyn fixed humans and made them better. She'd trained Kevin to  
help with her tech work; part of it was showing Kevin the Furson and  
Product Catalogs. The slave beast had shaken for a long time at the  
newness that some people became Fursons, legally free but with fur.  
  

  Kevin Foxboy Four Seven was an R4G2 domestic servant and  
pleasure slave. JakeFox was a human who'd Gone Furry. And Mistress  
Alysa was a full human. Humans made DNA mix slaves and Alysa used  
Kevin's forced need to obey and pleasure humans to show JakeFox how  
to command a slave.  
  
Jake was getting used to it, though. This furvention, he was  
a lot more relaxed in the fur, and he'd always been rather laid-back  
about adult activities. Once he realized Kevin was OK with submission  
to Jake, he asked Alysa to borrow Kevin for a few minutes, just to  
talk.  
  
She was OK with it but laid down a few ground rules. First,  
Kevin \*was\* a slave and accepted it; don't think it's helping him  
to get him away to 'freedom'. Second, he was her property; she was  
lending him, not giving him away. Third, keep him on the raised  
platform; he's a display for everyone here, no private talks.  
  
Once Kevin got over his shock at seeing a free Fox, he slowly  
relaxed and stopped shaking. Jake said he wanted his friends to see  
Kevin, and told Kevin to submit to more Fursons. The slave fox obeyed.  
  

  So Jake asked Lena, Tomas, Tomasina, Henry, and Henrietta over.  
It was still a shock for Kevin, and he started shaking again, but the  
six Fursons were firm with him so he could relax and Be a Slave. They  
talked about his training and duties; and Kevin remembered something  
from the Mix Mind Bender.  
  
He became a salesfur for BioSyn slave products. Showing him-  
self, his body and training, he tried to convince all the Fursons to  
buy their own pleasure slaves. It wasn't a private conversation, as  
Alysa demanded; and other furs listened. Slaves, Fursons, and fur-  
suiters listened because it was a legal and social-custom issue.  
  
Kevin got the mouse slave and other BioSyn products together,  
and made it a sales show. But it was reality, not a TV show; and there  
was no musical sting to alert the slaves, fursons, or fursuiters that  
a brave new chapter of BioSyn and human was dawning.  
  
The freefurs commanded the slaves, and it was the first time  
in history that free-fur-on-slave-fur occurred. It would set the stage  
for a furry revolution and change humanity forever.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/zeRpaQvn
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