{"sf1_id":580521,"sf2_id":"A1pQx3ye","title":"Fox Hunt 1","author":"KevinFoxboy","words":5720,"posted_at":"2013-08-23T23:25:00.000Z","tags":["Dog","Femalesuiting","Fox","Human","Hunt","Male","Roleplay","Series","larp","woods"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/580521-fox-hunt-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/A1pQx3ye","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/1a/7d/1a7df467-dc52-4a67-aead-a33c6bcffd68","description":"#1 of HumanFox\n\nI'm trying something new -- humans (gasp!) role-playing dogs and foxes. This is fictionalised from a LARP exercise.","content":" Fox Hunt 1 - 2012-0824.2127  \nAdult anthro characters, all text and situation (c)2012 Kevin Foxboy  \n  \nI woke up before dawn Saturday to join my packmates for a foxhunt.  \nAs employees of the Main Line Anthro Hunt Club, we were to be the hunt dogs.  \nwe gathered at the stables to get our instructions from Master Alfonse, our  \nHuntMaster.  \n  \nThe Hunt Club Charter says that we consider hunting to be a relaxing  \nway to spend a morning. As there are few animal foxes in North Eastern America,  \nwe Anthros do roleplay. We met the woman who was to be our 'fox' today, and  \nperhaps we should call it a 'vixen hunt'.  \n  \nAlice was definitely a fox. I mean a human woman with a fantastic body.  \nShe's a young woman, maybe 19, and she's been being hunted for at least two  \nyears. Yeah, before she was adult. Anyway, Alice stays at the Hunt Club and  \nshe's well cared-for.  \n  \nShe's exercised every day, fed and watered, walked, jogged and run,  \nthen walked more for cool-down. If I sound like she's treated as the horses  \nare, it's because the level of care is written into her contract.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Maybe I should explain. It's just a fact that some adults like to  \nrelax by obeying orders, and others like to play by giving them. The Hunt  \nClub simply acknowledges the interest and advertises discreetly for members.  \n  \nThose men and women who like giving orders can come and relax in  \nthe Trophy Room. It's a large lounge-bar-restaurant room with several raised  \nplatforms and alcoves. I don't know how much it costs to join as a Hunter,  \njust that I can't afford it.  \n  \nThe people like me who enjoy taking orders are playing submissives.  \nMale subs and female subbes aren't slaves, we're like employees, and we get  \npaid for domestic service like bussing tables and scrubbing floors.  \n  \nOr we can just relax and have fun on the weekend hunts. It's a chance  \nfor social gathering, just shooting the breeze. But the main purpose is for  \na good run through the woods surrounding the estate.  \n  \nJust like an old-fashioned European Foxhunt, the Dominants wear long  \nshirts and breeches, red overcoats and high leather boots. And they ride  \nhorses, either their own they can truck in or have kept in the stables, or  \nthe estate beasts. We keep almost fifty of them, for different hunts.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As Alice and the role-play dogs knelt on the cool grass wet with dew,  \nMaster Alfonse instructed us in the path and expected behaviour for this hunt.  \nAs we were all adults role-playing animals, we had gone to the changing room,  \nundressed and stored our street clothing.  \n  \n\\* - \\*  \n  \nPants come off first, hung up in the locker with our shirts. Shoes,  \nsocks, briefs go in the plastic bin; and we take a quick shower. Since we're  \nall adults we've gotten over the adolescent fascination with nudity, so it's  \nnot a problem for Alice and the female dogs to shower with us.  \n  \nOh, sure, we soap each other and rub the hard-to-reach spots. We're  \nall friendly, so sure there's some consensual groping and fondling. It just  \nwakes us up and gets us eager to run.  \n  \nPart of the kinky adult roleplay is, we dry off and put on roughly  \nwoven unbleached g-strings to avoid uncontrolled swinging of parts. I know  \nanimal dogs don't bother cause they have fur, but we're human. Then we put  \non the fur in winter, or the body paint if it's warm.  \n  \nHow else are we gonna see Alice as a vixen, or each other as dogs?  \nI decided to be a Dalmatian this time, so I put on the white leg covers,  \nthen the arms. We were going to be running, and that gets us hot, so we  \nleft off the torso pieces.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I said this is an adult story, and so far I just mentioned the co-ed  \nnudity. But to add to the anthro fun, Alice picked up the bushy fox tail, and  \nwe pack dogs picked out different tails according to our breeds.  \n  \nAnother thing about prep time is where we wear the tails. I know there  \nare people just interested in looking like animals. They call themselves  \n'Furries' and some of them build or buy complete fur suits of their chosen  \nanimal. But they're just dilettantes, even if they wear the fur 24/7, because  \ntheir tails are just pinned or belted on.  \n  \nBut we Hunt Club submissives are more serious. We take turns in the  \nEnema Room, and you read that right. We all rinse ourselves out thoroughly,  \nso we need to help each other. Then we insert a butt-plug, nice and tight with  \na few twists for thrills. And the fake fur tails attach, after we put on the  \ng-strings, and fish the plug stub through the sleeve in back.  \n  \nRhonda and Stan had taken the other two Dalmatian furs. I helped  \nRhonda with her tail while she stuffed Stan. With the plugs seated, we walk  \nand run a bit different, and they were still getting used to the 'full'  \nfeeling.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; On the other paw, I used to do similar things during college, and  \nI'm used to rinsing myself, seating the plug, and wearing the g-string and  \ntail. The fourth Dalmatian fur was being repaired, so Janice had to choose  \na single-color black number that slid up her sexy thighs high enough to  \ncover her rump.  \n  \nNow personally I prefer a bare rump to let the sensuous fake fur  \ncaress my flesh, so the Dal legs were more like chaps. After all, the g-  \nstring covered my naughties in front, and my tail anchor in back.  \n  \n\\* - \\*  \n  \nI don't know all my packmates, but there were several Poodles  \n(standard, not the silly puff cut ones), Rottweilers and German Shepherds.  \nMost of us had done this before, but Eric seemed a bit confused, especially  \nwith where the tail was attached.  \n  \nWe really didn't have much time to change, and it doesn't take that  \nmuch time when we help each other. Mostly it's just getting the anchors seated  \ncorrectly. So we didn't have time to rub the male's prostates or the females  \nbefore being leashed and led to that cool grass.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As Master Alfonse told us we'd be taking the yellow path today, a  \nsexy woman in a Dingo suit showed us the map. Sure we were going to follow  \nAlice Vixen, but she needed to know the path to take, because we weren't  \nreal dogs and had to just pretend to catch her scent.  \n  \nMaster Alfonse had been doing these hunts for twelve years at the  \nMain Line Hunt Club, and before that he'd spent five at the Gulf Mills Club.  \nActually they seemed a bit stuck up from what he told us, and he preferred  \nthe more laid-back suburbs.  \n  \nThe fact that he'd met me way back when I was in college doing Live  \nAction Role Play as a pet dog gave me the referral I needed to get into this  \nClub. As an old guy, I probably wouldn't have made it otherwise.  \n  \nSure, most of the lecture was for Alice. It wouldn't do to just run  \nin a straight line to the safety cabin, which would end the hunt way too early.  \nIf they were doing a morning and afternoon hunt there'd be a second vixen, but  \nthe Hunters had paid for a longer hunt, and Alice had the stamina to give us  \na good long run.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; So she was to run along the west path, following the yellow flags.  \nI'm pretty sure none of these rich Main Line men and women really know enough  \nwoodsmanship to realise that there \\*is\\* a marked trail, much less five of them  \nand several variations. We used the double red last week, and that took rather  \na while.  \n  \nAlso, Alice is a woman, not a vulpine. None of us are built to run on  \nall fours, although I have an idea for arm and leg extensions so we're not  \nhitting our human knees. So it's a two-legged run, with a vixen out front  \njinking around as if to fool us dogs, who take turns barking to make it seem  \nauthentic.  \n  \nWe're in the entertainment business, so we give paying guests a good  \nshow. Our foxes get considerable choice as to alternate paths, because it's  \nmore fun. And she gets to jump up in trees, because real foxes do, to make  \nus dogs 'lose her scent' and have to mill around.  \n  \nNow real dogs would have their heads down and snuff the ground with  \ntheir long snouts. Master Alfonse reminded us of the trail signs Alice would  \nleave, on purpose, and we were to look for. The trick is, he would signal us  \nwith a short blast on his horn.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\* - \\*  \n  \nIt meant Alice was to do something tricky to increase the drama. She  \nhad a repertoire, such as drop and roll, which would hide her paw prints.  \nWe're all human, so we have to really hunt by sight, but we can hear her  \nif the horses are quiet and she's not.  \n  \nWe get to mill around like we're confused, then I play lead dog and  \npick a direction to run. Usually the pack follows, but we have to be careful  \nnot to make too many false starts because of the guests.  \n  \nMaster Alfonse told me what leads to take. The guests would never  \nknow it was all carefully choreographed, even the solo improv. Besides,  \nwe dogs already knew where our vixen quarry was headed.  \n  \nFinally the grooms brought the horses, and we dogs went out barking  \nexcitedly. We wanted to seem eager, so the horses would scrape with their  \nhooves and chuff. All adds to the drama for the guests.  \n  \nI'm not sure any of them knew how we were wearing the tails. Sure  \nthey saw 'em hanging quietly, but the trick is, we can use our rump muscles  \nto move the anchors, and make the tails swish back and forth.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; There were never enough people willing to clean horse waste in the  \nkennels. That's why I volunteer when I'm not being a dog. I don't want to  \nget the costumes dirty, the fake fur's a bitch to dry-clean.  \n  \nAs a result, there isn't one groom for each horse. We go out of dog  \nrole to help the guests mount, even though we have a short set of stairs they  \ncan climb. Since horses are bigger mammals than humans, some have trouble just  \nstanding on the horse's left, stepping into the left stirrup, gripping the  \nsaddle pommel and lifting their right leg over the saddle while pulling  \nthemselves up.  \n  \nIf you've never been served by a fifty-year-old in a dog costume  \nholding your mount while you sit on him (the horse, not me) and wiggling  \nhis butt to make the fake tail wave, you might not appreciate the image.  \n  \n\\* - \\*  \n  \nAnyway, once the horses were mounted, Alice was brought out in her  \nvixen outfit. She looks really yummy with just her g-string and bra, but  \nI liked the fur look. Especially that big bushy fox tail swishing and her  \nfake muzzle mask. As well as the fact she was locked in a bondage cage and  \ncrouching like a real fox but with her butt rather high up.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Alice is an exhibitionist. I mean she likes parading around the  \nestate completely nude, and frankly the men stop roleplaying to look at  \nher luscious, well-toned muscles. Yeah, that's it, sure, her muscles.  \n  \nAlice was acting like a wild vixen trapped and caged. She let the  \ncart horse walk around the mounted guests so they could all get a good look  \nat the morning's quarry. The horses knew what was happening when all the dogs  \nwere brought out, leashed like animals, and they thought it was just kink.  \n  \nThey probably never knew how much we submissives enjoy relaxing,  \ngiving up all our cares to our handlers, and being led leashed in costume.  \nThe guests had all seen our faces when we helped them mount, and now we  \nwere fitted with the dog masks.  \n  \nI may have forgotten to mention the shoes and gloves. They're ballet  \nslippers with fur glued on the top, and rubber spacers cut into dog-paw shapes  \nto run on. In damp mud, we leave the canine-shaped paw print with the two-  \nlobed vague triangle main print, the four toe-pad prints, even the claw marks.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Tooting my own horn, I thought of the clawmarks, even though the  \nmaintenance on such a small detail is a lot. Most of the slippers don't  \nbother with clawpads. I'm still working on how to get them to support our  \nhuman feet when we run just on the balls of our feet with our heels in the  \nair like real digitigrade carnivores.  \n  \nThe furry gloves also have paw-pad rubber on them. They have the fur  \nall over, on the back and underside, except for the triangle pawpad and the  \ntoe pads. The gloves have short front-paw toes and make our fingers look  \nshort and our front paws longer, just like real dogs.  \n  \nThe masks are leather, and just add a dog snout. Although they're  \nhollow, they're double-tubed so they don't just collapse when you push on  \nthem. That'd ruin the dog image. They strap on around our heads and up over  \nour foreheads, buckled to our collars. The trick is, the snout's just snapped  \non, so it comes off for safety if anything hits it hard.  \n  \nOK, you're probably chafing at all this damn detail. You wanna read  \nabout a practically-naked young woman with perky breasts being chased through  \nthe woods. I'll get on with it now.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\* - \\*  \n  \nThe guests were dressed and mounted, the dogs were in costume and  \nbarking, so Master Alfonse blew his horn for attention and told the riders  \nhow the hunt would be done. You know, stay on the horse, stay on the trail,  \nfollow the dogs.  \n  \nOf course the horses knew what to do, it was partly a test of our  \nguests' equestrian skills. If you don't post to the gallop you'll get a  \nvery sore rear when it hits the saddle, and throw the horse off stride.  \n  \nA ceremonial horn flourish, and a trainer flicked the bondage cage  \nopen. Alice darted out instantly, rolled for effect and came up running.  \nShe headed off to the woods at a slow sprint, Master Alfonse carefully timed  \ntwo minutes, honked and the trainers unleashed us hunt dogs.  \n  \nOff we ran, barking for effect, and Master Alfonse walked his horse  \na few steps, then slapped him up to a trot. He made sure the guests were  \nfollowing, then galloped off. Following the dogs, the hunt was on!  \n  \nNow I don't know how much you know about animal fox hunts. I think  \nwe were pretty much following the European rules, except the fox and dogs  \nwere humans. Ernest and Roberta were the human hunt helpers, riding mid and  \nrear of the hunt horses to catch any stragglers.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And to be honest, to avoid legal liability. The Hunt Club owns a  \nlarge property, and it's surrounded by the estates of the founding members.  \nThey designed it that way, keeping the property fences but lowering the gates  \nfor hunts. They guide the horses to the gates, so they can jump and give the  \nold fogeys (and fogey-esses) a thrill, but not hurt them.  \n  \nBecause if you try to jump the stone fences and guide the horse wrong,  \nit either shies away and you fly over its head to land wham! on the hard  \nground, or it fails the leap, hurts its fetlocks, and lands on top of you.  \nYou do not want a five-hundred pound horse tripping over you!  \n  \nErnest and Roberta have the unenviable task of checking up on the  \nHunters' equestrian skills and whooping to scare them (so they let the horse  \ntake the jump) and the horse, so it leaps harder and clears the gate.  \n  \nAnd there's a trick for us dogs too. Real dogs are small enough to  \njust jump through the widely-spaced gate bars, but we humans aren't. So  \nthere's a ramp on the near side we run up and over the stone fence, and then  \ndown the far side. It's dangerous to jump off a five-foot-tall stone fence  \non human ankles.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; To be safe, the ramps are so strong they can take a horse clattering  \nup, over, and down. We try to give the guests more of a thrill going over the  \ngates, and if you've never seen practically naked men and women (skimpy g-  \nstrings and fur, remember?) with their fake tails flying over the fences,  \nyou really should come on a hunt.  \n  \n\\* - \\*  \n  \nAnyway, as Alice ran in her vixen suit, her pawprints showed clearly  \non the damp grass. She'd slowed to a jog, so she could keep it up the whole  \nhunt, but we dogs were close enough to the ground we could see her pace  \nshortening. So we matched her, to give the Hunters time to enjoy the run,  \nand Stan was lead at the time, so he saw where she'd rolled and matted down  \nthe grass.  \n  \nIt wouldn't be much of an outing if the horses just galloped along  \nin a straight line till they got tired. Alice had taken the yellow path from  \nthe lounge front lawn, and that's an Intermediate run, up and down hills and  \nthe stone fences.  \n  \nAlice had taken a turn through the small lake, and by the time the dogs  \narrived she'd swum across and run off the far side. Of course we humans role-  \nplaying dogs knew perfectly well where she'd gone, but we did the dog thing  \nand started milling around like we were confused.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; We'd lost the scent, and needed a human to figure out what to do next.  \nA few of the mounted Hunters charged ahead and went in the lake, which of  \ncourse soaked their boots and feet as water went over the top. Horses can  \nswim, although with skinny legs it's arduous, and their torsos sink pretty  \nfar down.  \n  \nSome of the savvy riders had turned their mounts and just got the  \nhooves and pasterns wet. The heavy horses just mashed up the grass, killing  \nany scent or trail sign Alice might have left, and that was dumb of them. I  \nthink they just got overconfident, because Leroy nosed around like the Beagle  \nhe was and found the pile of stones.  \n  \nSomeone's horse had knocked them aside trying to get out of the lake,  \nso the guidance was lost. That's why I said letting them trample the shore was  \ndumb. Now we knew that Alice had taken the time to set up a sign off to the  \nSouth, and she didn't purposely misdirect Hunters unless they were Advanced.  \n  \nSo we dogs just sniffed the stones, and sure enough, there was Alice's  \nartificial vixen scent. That had to be left on purpose, and I don't think any  \nof the guests noticed the wet puddle nearby. But we dogs did, and knew exactly  \nwhat she'd done, because we hadn't been allowed to empty ourselves from  \novernight.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Most of the dogs took the opportunity to open our g-string cups,  \nbecause real dogs wet when they scent female, even vixen. We're all adults  \nand we submissives of all genders (there are more than two!) are used to  \nseeing each other. Modesty and shyness are for free people.  \n  \nAnyway, the prudes are probably upset, so I'll move on. The vixen  \nscent disappeared in the lake, and animal foxes don't hold their breath,  \nso we didn't bother patting down the reeds to check for tricks. Alfonse  \njust led his dog pack around the lake and had us sniff around to pick up  \nAlice's trail.  \n  \n\\* - \\*  \n  \nThis time he made sure the horses stayed back. After we found Alice's  \nexit point and the carefully placed logs, I was glad they hadn't ruined the  \nmarks. Bark, Bark! We dogs picked up the trail (of course we could all see  \nthe yellow trail marks on the trees, but we were supposed to be canines hunt-  \ning by scent) and Leroy noticed the broken tree limbs.  \n  \nHe started nosing around the base of the tree like a dog, pretending  \nto scent vixen. Alice had climbed up the back and panted awhile, then climbed  \ndown and pushed the ladder into the underbrush. I'm pretty sure even the  \nguests who'd been on the yellow trail before never noticed either the ladder  \nor the paint marks.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Anyway, after nosing around awhile and jumping up at the tree, Ernest  \npoked the dog and he got down and followed the left-paw alternate. After all,  \nthat's where Alice had rolled around before getting back up to run. I'm not  \ngood enough at reading sign to know how far we were behind her.  \n  \nNow, an animal fox running for her life would probably run along a  \nbranch and leap over to the next tree to try to lose the hunting pack. I knew  \nAlice could've done much the same thing, because I'd seen HuntMaster Alfonse  \nput the rope up there.  \n  \nAlice could've done the Tarzan swing over to the old Oak because it  \nhad been tricked out with hidden footholds to climb up or down. Perhaps she  \nwas already getting tired, and just plopped back down. Maybe an Advanced Hunt  \non the yellow would include tricks like that.  \n  \nAnyway, as I ran off with the pack I noticed the ground was squishy,  \nso I circled back as if to check the rest of the pack. I crouched down like  \nan animal and sniffed Alice's fake vixen scent.  \n  \nNow I don't know where Alice kept the vial, just that it had to be  \nkept warm with body heat to give off its fragrance. I had a kinky idea about  \nit, but no proof. But she had no pockets in that vixen suit, and she needed  \nboth gloved paws to climb trees.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Anyway, after Stan noticed my attention, he wandered over with Rhonda,  \nand we three Dalmatians spotted around briefly before running off with the  \npack. Alice's wet trail sign was off the path to the left, but we ignored it  \nand went on right where the matted grass was.  \n  \nIt was just as well, because it turned out the wet was a red herring.  \nI'm pretty sure others noted the scent, and maybe they were used to Alice's  \ntricks. As we passed the next stone fence (Beginner Hunters get strong ramps  \non approach and exit, but Intermediates don't) Our fur leggings protected our  \nlegs from the rough stones.  \n  \nIf you've never seen practically naked young men and women clamber  \nover stones, you haven't seen the strategically placed fake fur tails hide  \nour intimacies. Since we don't have spine extensions, we can't wave the tails,  \nso they just hang quietly.  \n  \n\\* - \\*  \n  \nNow, I mentioned in passing that since I'm an old guy I was lucky to  \nbe allowed to submit in the Hunt Club. I could only keep up because the dogs  \nstopped and milled around every once in awhile, and I haven't been hunted  \nmyself for years. I'd have to be in a lot better condition, and I won't have  \nmuch longer before I'm kept at the Lounge.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It won't be as much fun for me there, but I'm supposed to be a dog  \nfor the guests' entertainment. I know Eddie and Lena are almost my age, and  \nthey've been House Dogs since they joined. I hope the mild cortisone shots  \nthe vet gives me will carry me through a while.  \n  \nOK enough about the Dalmatian. By this time we'd been out about two  \nhours, and we had gone a little over halfway along the yellow path. It was  \ntime for Alice to do something tricky to keep the Hunter's attention, and  \nthey were rather crashing through the brush on their horses. I don't think  \nthey were really looking carefully for vixen.  \n  \nBut Stan was, and Leroy saw the flash of red up ahead that signaled  \nAlice's tail waving. She does it on purpose, and I'd like to watch her handle  \nit. I'd like to handle Alice's tail too, and I'm not so old I've forgotten  \nabout where it's attached and what I wanna do with her.  \n  \nAnyway, Alice was almost at the third turn, and we were having a bit  \nof trouble keeping up. That delay at the lake was still haunting us, and the  \ntree trick had slowed some of the riders. As well-trained hunt dogs we didn't  \njust run off and leave them behind.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I think Alice knew it, and slowed down a bit to keep the hunt inter-  \nesting. We dogs hadn't caught the flash before, and I think we got overcon-  \nfident. We ran toward the flash, and we forgot this was the Intermediate path  \nwith the Fox Trick improv.  \n  \nWe really should have been paying better attention. After all, she'd  \nfooled us at the lake, and slowed us at the tree. Stan and Leroy should have  \nknown better and led the pack around the trap.  \n  \nAs we crested the next rise, intent only on our quarry, we ran head  \non past the vines. The fact they were placed in straight lines should have  \nalerted us. The crashing noise behind us as the loose ones on the ground  \nsuddenly tightened and tripped the first few horses was the first clue we  \nwere in trouble.  \n  \nOf course only the foolish Hunts-men and -Women who urged their horses  \non got stopped. Only one of the horses actually slid to the ground, and the  \nrider was bright enough to hold on and not get tossed into a tree. The other  \nthree horses just hobbled along and regained their footing.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; If Alice had been a fugitive, she could have really hurt people and  \nhorses. As it was, the vines snapped easily enough, and no damage done except  \nto their dignity. But when the ground gave way under the dogs, we found our-  \nselves knee-deep in mud with grass floating on top, hiding it.  \n  \nAgain, if it'd been a real trap we could've been seriously injured.  \nIt was also a surprise for Master Alfonse, because he looked around and saw  \nthe red marks on the trees, and we were supposed to be hunting down the yellow.  \n  \nWe had stumbled off the correct path Alice had been following, because  \nwe were trying to out-flank that red flash of vixen tail. While the hunters  \nwere getting back on their horses, Master Alfonse took out his map and had  \na conversation with his helpers Ernest and Roberta.  \n  \nIf Alice had strayed off course into the red Advanced trail, she'd be  \nin serious trouble for violating the Hunt Club's rules. Anybody actually hurt  \ncould sue the Club, and the insurance would go up. None of the employees had  \nany right to incur legal trouble.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It would be Alice's hide to pay, and I don't mean a fursuit. As it  \nwas, Master Alfonse had laid out the courses himself, and knew perfectly well  \nwe were off course. What he was upset about, besides the liability issue, was  \nthe fact the Red trail traps had been set.  \n  \nIt'd take at least a half hour to set up the vines to trigger the  \ntrippers, and Alice didn't have a half hour head start. Then too, it hadn't  \nrained that day, so the trough shouldn't be muddy.  \n  \nWe were out in the forest, and there were no long garden hoses to use  \nto make mud. Alice couldn't run carrying that much water, so how the hell had  \nthe traps been set, and by whom?  \n  \n\\* - \\*  \n  \nWell, of course we were human submissives role-playing dogs, wearing  \nfake fur legs and arms. Oh, and remember the tails. The fake fur is water-  \nresistant, but we knew we were wrong to test that, and Master Alfonse was  \nangry at us all for delaying the hunt.  \n  \nHe tossed his lariat at the nearest dog, and angrily told her to hold  \non. He backed his horse up (they have a reverse, you know) just till she got  \nher knee on solid ground, then snapped the rope and she knew to release,  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Well, Master Alfonse got us all out, with Master Ernest and Mistress  \nRoberta helping with their horses and lariats. They were all angry, and we  \nall knelt on the dry grass and hung our heads. Some of us whimpered, just  \nlike dogs who know they're in trouble.  \n  \nAlice had probably not stayed around to watch. I'm sure she ran  \naway, past the second aid station and third road fork. Actually, since  \nthis's a yellow path, it's a path going up and down hills, over stone  \nfences, and some odd dog-legs to keep it interesting.  \n  \nWe didn't even know if she'd avoided the knee-high traps, because  \nthey were right in our way as we ran, barking and chasing her. I heartily  \nrecommend you try chasing a scantily-clad nineteen-year-old woman through  \nthe woods. Barking is optional.  \n  \nNow, if Alice had stayed on the yellow path, she wouldn't have run  \ndown here at all. Master Alfonse left his cringing dog pack and back-tracked  \nthe red marks to where they intersected the yellow.  \n  \nNow, if you've never heard a strong Dominant curse at the top of his  \nlungs, just know that we dogs flattened in fear of his anger, Master Ernest  \nsnickered at us and Mistress Roberta chuckled. We dogs were too scared of a  \nDominant's anger to note he was angry because he'd laid out these paths him-  \nself. And he knew the red was supposed to run south of the yellow, not cross.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; So somebody had been fooling around with the marks! On closer inspec-  \ntion, Master Alfonse saw that the red marks were plastic strips tied on the  \ntrees, not the paint marks the Hunt Club used. This was definitely their  \nprivate property, so who the \\*hell\\* had been trespassing?!  \n  \nWell the good news is, since the dog pack was all submissives, it  \nwasn't our fault about the wrong marks, and just annoying we'd been misled.  \nMaster Alfonse made sure everyone was unhurt and got them all remounted.  \nHe led us uphill back to the yellow.  \n  \nAnd he knew which way to turn, to go on ahead. Mistress Roberta  \nordered us up of our knees, so we all obeyed. We got regrouped, and despite  \nthe muddy legs we ran off when the horn sounded.  \n  \nWe had no idea where Alice was. If she heard the horn, she probably  \nthought it was the signal to do something tricky, and if she hadn't laid the  \ntraps she wouldn't know we were tired and achy.  \n  \nI said I was wearing a Dalmatian suit today, and Janice was in a sexy  \nblack suit. I don't know enough about dog breeds, maybe she was a collie or  \nGerman shepherd. The tail wasn't docked like a Doberman or Rottweiler. In  \nfact I don't think any of the fake tails are docked.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Maybe if you just wear the anchor alone ... but I'm getting off topic.  \nWe hadn't seen the flash of Alice's tail since before that rise, and now we  \nwere anxious. We were afraid of failing again and ruining the hunt. That's  \nprobably why we missed the tree sign the first time by.  \n  \n\\* - \\*  \n  \nPart of this Intermediate run was the ox-bow in the creek we had to  \npaddle through. Horses are tall enough to just splash their way, and even  \npeople could wade. But it's faster to just go on all fours and splash. At  \nleast we got the mud off our arms and legs, and we just crossed.  \n  \nBut it did give us a chance to get our fake muzzles wet, and I was  \nquite interested in Janice's wet g-string and bra. Did I forget to mention  \nthe bras before? I'm adult, and I've seen enough bare-breasted young women  \nto appreciate their curves and to get over the adolescent fascination with  \nnudity.  \n  \nExcept for the fur, you've already seen women in bikinis, showing  \nlots of yummy flank and thigh. Imagine a beautiful woman wet from the pool  \nand take a time out. I'll wait til your mind returns.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; OK, Janice the black-furred bitch, and the Dalmatian dog. When we  \nget back to the Lounge I wanna roll around with her. Just to dry the fur,  \nsure that's all. I've enjoyed rolling with Alice, in or out of costume.  \n  \nAnyway, we dogs jogged on down the trail, barking rather forlornly  \ninstead of eagerly. We missed the pattern in the grass showing where Alice  \nhad run, and Master Alfonse had to honk his horn to get us back.  \n  \nUp on horseback he let the horse trot, or maybe canter, and he could  \nsee ahead. As HuntMaster he knew the paths since he'd laid them out, and we  \nwere all back on course chasing vixen tail. There were only a few more hills  \nand tricky places to hide, and Alice had been improvising quite well.  \n  \nSo I think the Hunters were more attentive now they'd been fooled a  \nfew times. Anyway, I hoped they appreciated us milling around like real dogs,  \nand needing a human to guide us. I'm fairly sure the Beginners were just  \namused by the roleplay and weren't in on the kinky stuff yet.  \n  \nNow, I know someone out there will think people dressing up as dogs  \nis kinky. OK, we'll deal with it, you're the guest. But c'mon, you watch  \nDisney movies with anthro animals, and how come, you don't think they're  \nkinky too, hmm? Or Beast for that matter, he's a cursed human.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; You go to amusement parks or sports and see people dressed as animals.  \nOK, you know they're mascots, and the character is owned by some big company.  \nTo be blunt, it boils down to them shaking you by the shoulders and saying,  \n\"Pay us a lot for admission. You have to have fun now!\"  \n  \nWe at the main Line Hunt Club don't bother y'all that way. We dress  \nup and serve drinks and food, or run on the paths. You can enjoy if you want.  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"HumanFox","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/605193-fox-hunt-2.json"}}