{"sf1_id":619066,"sf2_id":"XekQO20n","title":"Fox Hunt 3","author":"KevinFoxboy","words":5353,"posted_at":"2013-11-28T01:17:00.000Z","tags":["Dog","Fantasy","Female","Fox","Fursuit","Human","Male","Roleplay","Series","larp","woods"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/619066-fox-hunt-3","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/XekQO20n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b1/89/b189a303-6a2b-4ae6-a443-75200ac978c5","description":"#3 of HumanFox\n\nFox Hunt 3 (c) 2012 Kevin Foxboy, all rights reserved.\nAdult situations, nudity, sexual innuendo","content":". Fox Hunt 3 - 2012-0827.0354  \n  \nAdult anthro characters, adult situations and language, nudity.  \n  \nAll text and situation (c)2012 Kevin Foxboy  \n(different decade, different Alice, same dog roleplay)  \n  \nMy name's Kevin Fox. I've been interested in bipedal animals with  \nlanguage skills since before high school, but in college I found out  \nthat other people share the interest, which is how I came to be an  \nemployee of the Main Line Hunt Club, doing Live Action Role Play.  \n  \nI was awakened before dawn Saturday with the other young men and  \nwomen in my kennel. We'd all come to the estate late Friday, put away  \nour clothes and started role-playing dogs. We wore leather collars and  \nleashes, and fake tails.  \n  \nToday was my turn being the fox to hunt. I'm usually one of the hunting  \ndogs, but today the usual fox and I switched. She was being a sexy  \nBeagle bitch today.  \n  \nSo I got to wear the fox costume, including the fake tail anchored  \nthrillingly deep in my rear. Alice put in the anchor, twisting it and making  \nme forget I was naked on my knees.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Actually we all slept naked in the big dorm cages. No sense dirtying  \nclothes or fake fur, until we woke up and had breakfast. We're all quite used  \nto eating kibble from bowls on the floor, as long as there's water too.  \n  \nAlfonse our HuntMaster told us the rules of the hunt. I was to follow the double  \nblue trail marks, through the estate grounds to the west and over the fence.  \nHe'd gotten permission from our neighbors for the hunt to go through their land.  \n  \nThe path was marked if you knew where to look. The horses were guided by  \nthe hunt club's members and guests, and it was a test of our stamina and  \ntheir equestrian skills.  \n  \nI should probably say that we're submissives doing the role play. I've been  \na domestic servant here at the Club part time for over a year, and today I  \nget to set the pace as the quarry. I need to run fast enough to give them a  \ngood run, without being too easy to catch.  \n  \nMy goal is to run cross-country with the skimpy rough unbleached cloth  \ng-string and ballet slippers on. They have leather pads, so I leave fox-shaped  \ntracks even though I only have two legs. I also wear a long snout mask and  \nmittens so I can't hold anything as a person can.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I adjusted my fox costume and presented myself to the hunters. They  \ncould see the fur leg and arm covers as well as the big red bushy tail. That's  \nwhat they were supposed to look for as I ran. But nobody had guns, they knew  \nwhere I was heading.  \n  \nThe hunts are supposed to last about two hours. I can't keep running the  \nwhole time, so they know I run in a big circle and come back behind the  \nestate's main house, to the cabin. If I make it there I'm safe and win the  \nhunt. Sometimes I lose on purpose.  \n  \n~ ~  \n  \nAs I said, I was paraded around the grounds on a cart, so the hunters  \ncould get a good look at me. Wearing only the fur and tail, kneeling in the  \nbondage cage, I tried to look like a scared vulpine for their amusement.  \n  \nAlthough I've been a dog on lots of Hunts here, I was scared because it was  \nmy first hunt with paying guests. I'd spoken with Alice while massaging  \nher luscious body, so I knew what the rules were and how to improv the  \nalternates to keep it interesting.  \n  \nBut it was a lot to take in, and I didn't know how it'd feel being the fox. The  \nhunting dogs gathered, and barked eagerly so I acted more scared. I took  \nthe opportunity to fidget around in the cage, but I was really starting to  \nwarm up my leg muscles.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I forgot to pay attention, and jumped a little when Master Alfonse blew  \nhis hunt horn. I was taken out of the bondage cage to help the guests  \nmount their horses, because most of them didn't know how to stand  \nat the horse and sit on it.  \n  \nThis was a Beginner's group, and so they needed the short steps.  \nAlthough they were all required to know how to ride, it was Ernest and  \nRoberta's jobs to see the mounting went smoothly. I took the opportunity  \nto keep stretching, and I did it on all fours like a fox. I'm pretty sure  \nthis lot thought it was usual for a fox.  \n  \nWhen Master Alfonse took my leash, he arranged me in a crouch at the  \nhead of the pack. When he unclipped me, he spanked me sharply, and I  \nknew to start running. It may have just been showmanship to let the guests  \nsee me in fur and fox muzzle and not much else as I sprinted down the lawn  \noff to the woods West of the estate.  \n  \nI heard Master Alfonse's horn sound the start of the hunt. The dogs had  \nall been taking turns barking and pawing at their leashes, and now they  \nran after me. The horses knew how to start off, a short distance after the  \ndog pack.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The double blue path was an easy jog through the woods, between the low  \nhills that made the Intermediate Hunts more interesting. It curved North  \nand meandered across the low wide stone bridge, past the low underbrush  \nthat a real fox lived in and ate berries from, and I took the first stone fence  \nat a run.  \n  \nUp and over, only three feet high here. I wore pads under the fursuit anyway,  \njust to keep from hurting myself on the rough stones. I'd leaped this fence  \nenough times with bare arms and legs to know how to stay in rhythm. I  \npurposely bent and rolled to leave trail sign for the guests.  \n  \nI heard the baying of the hounds (OK, human submissives role-playing  \nhunt dogs) and there was Alice's short off-key yap. I forget how real beagles  \nsound. She probably didn't get to vocalise much as a vixen, until she was  \ncaught.  \n  \nI jogged off through the meadow, slowing down as I tired. I'm really glad  \nI'm not a real tod fleeing for his life. I dunno how such cruelty could ever  \nbe called 'sport'. Leave the damn fox the hell alone, he's just a small  \npredator. But this was role-play.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; ~ ~  \n  \nI got to the first fork and took the North alternate. I made sure to roll on  \nthe grass again as trail sign and stamp my foot-paw slippers in the dirt.  \nI know a way to make it more obvious, and as I had a good lead on the  \nbeginner huntspeople, I did so.  \n  \nI slowed down and circled back, opening the cup on my g-string to mark  \na log at the fork. I did it quickly and took off again, making sure to step  \nin the edge of the puddle to make an obvious paw mark. I'm pretty sure  \nthe newbies wouldn't know that was unrealistic.  \n  \nAnyway, the path was gently rising, and at the top I took a quick look back.  \nThere was Stan with his Dog ears flapping, slowing down taking a break  \nand letting the pack tighten up. He let Master Alfonse gallop past, to avoid  \ngetting his pack trampled, and made sure Ernest and Roberta had the stragglers  \nrounded up.  \n  \nThen I was off, a short break giving me energy, and ran past the first aid station.  \nThe log cabin was off the fork, and the path actually ran between several of the  \ndouble-blue alternatives. If I'd been sneaky, I'd double back and run down to the  \nSouth Fork. But these were beginners, so I didn't.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I just took the bottled energy drink and kept going. I know the health nuts would  \nbe appalled I took sugar and carbs, but remember I'm running and I use up the  \nenergy. Besides, the simple carbs didn't need much digestion, so I wouldn't cramp.  \n  \nI got to the second fork and jogged right. After all I'm supposed to run a wide  \ncircle and come back to the Lounge. I pushed the log over, to mark my trail, and  \nset the rocks up too. Now in a natural forest, you'd just use trees for trail signs.  \n  \nBut I resisted the urge to mark the rocks different from the logs. A real fleeing  \nperson would try to confuse his pursuers, and if you've ever been in the Boy  \nScouts you know enough woodsmanship to mark a trail on purpose. I did my  \ncup thing again because I hadn't been allowed to all morning.  \n  \nAs the Fox, I don't know if Stan or Alice were making a show of milling around  \nas if they'd lost the trail. After all, real dogs would get sidetracked by all the  \nother scents in a forest. I just knew our lead Dog would try to give the hunters  \na good run.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Well, I'm skipping around because I was jogging through the gentle meanders,  \nand the double-blue lies in the valleys of hills so it's easy on the horses. I'd  \npicked a few improv turns and passed the first aid station, and the second  \nstone fence was coming up. As I said, this was the easy path, so it's over  \na small rise and past another meadow,  \n  \nNow the trick here is the estate is actually a working farm, and the cows  \nare out grazing. I jinked around Cow 1, cause she's so used to seeing  \npeople in fursuits run up she didn't even stop chewing cud. I had to avoid  \nher little gift, and the grass was still wet with dew.  \n  \nI let myself tumble and get the grass off to her left good and flat, and then  \nrolled up and kept going. I crossed the second fence just South of the  \nexercise tower and second aid station, because I was still drinking and  \nI wasn't used to being a Fox to pace myself.  \n  \n~ ~  \n  \nMy legs were starting to tingle, which meant the lactic acid was  \nbuilding up. Even if you've run marathons, it's usually in a city or on  \nroads, not cross-country over grass, tree roots, stone fences and cows.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I'd been running, jogging, walking and jogging for almost an hour now,  \nand I was a good six or seven miles down the double blue path. I  \nhaven't seen a map, so I don't know the straight-line distance. The  \ncarbs were kicking in, and I suppose the first hint of endorphins.  \n  \nOf course, the hunting dogs had been running along too, getting tired, and  \nI remembered this was supposed to be a game. I slowed down, because I  \ncouldn't hear the barking anymore, and I knew some of the young dogs would  \nbe yelping along. As they tired, they'd bark softer.  \n  \nNow of course a real fox would be delighted to lose his pursuers and  \nget a chance to rest. I frankly wasn't sure I was gonna make the half-way  \nthird aid station at this rate, and figgered I should have dropped the bottle  \noff at the second.  \n  \nI was also not thinking carefully. At the third fork I tripped over a tree that  \ngot in my way, and while I was falling I bounced off a mossy rock that had  \nrun across the path to annoy me. The fursuit kept me from bleeding on  \nit, but I was afraid I'd have to pay with my body for the dry-cleaning bill  \nand the furry slippers didn't really support my left ankle.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As I limped off, nothing broken or sprained, I started to get that light-  \nheaded feeling I'd made a mistake besides falling. I didn't have the energy  \ndrink bottle, but littering wasn't my primary concern. I looked around  \nand realised I couldn't see any of the blue tree marks I'd been following.  \n  \nI was off the designated trail! All the trees looked alike, I forgot which  \nway I'd turned, and I was starting to panic. I'm a submissive, I'm used  \nto just relaxing and letting free people tell me what to do, and now I was  \non my own. My throat tightened and I had to kneel down.  \n  \nI've learned I don't think well when I'm winded, and maybe my blood  \ncirculation's messed up, because I should be better able to get blood to  \nmy brain. But I felt OK while I was running, just when I paused I felt dizzy.  \n  \nI also tend to panic easily when I get confused. Hence the throat  \ntightening, and I had trouble breathing all of a sudden. I had to remind  \nmyself to keep breathing, as in doing it at all, and tried to slow down  \nso I wouldn't hyperventilate and faint.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; After all, I was role-playing a fox, not a possum. As my vision began to  \nclear I looked around at the bare trees, and found the faint paint marks  \nof the old property line. Where the frak was I, and how do I get back where  \nI was supposed to be?  \n  \nI'd hit the third fork, which should mean I'd passed the half-way point  \nand was circling back to the Hunt Estate and the Lounge. I had only  \nthe fourth fork before hitting the private road. I tried to think, I couldn't  \nhave limped far from that damn rock at the fork.  \n  \nI'd been going downhill when I got dizzy. OK, that meant try going back  \nuphill, and I could figure out where that was. As I started walking, my  \nleft ankle was still sore, but it didn't hurt.  \n  \n~ ~  \n  \nNow, if I'd been a real fox I'd be in serious trouble. A four-legged tod  \nwould be closer to the ground, of course, and probably wouldn't even  \nhave stumbled at that fork or hit the mossy rock. I'm sure you've  \nfigured out what I was doing wrong.  \n  \nIf a fox gets injured, he's toast for bigger predators, like wolves. Even  \nhealthy foxes get killed. He wouldn't have cared about property lines or  \ntree paint, but if I was thinking clearly I'd've known precisely where I was  \nand to go back from the line.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But I hadn't laid out any of the fox hunt paths, I just knew I hadn't been  \nby here before. As a submissive I get scared easily in new situations,  \nand I don't think very well. I'd've remembered moss grows on the north  \nside of trees and rocks, and that this one was actually trail sign.  \n  \n\"Stop here, the Hunt Estate property ends\". Of course, the double-blue path  \ngoes West from the Estate, and a bit North was Master Jacob's territory.  \nAs a member of the Main Line Hunt Club, he lets us go onto his land, and  \nthe double-blue curves a few hundred feet over.  \n  \nAnyway, I was just panicking for nothing, because uphill I saw the \"Private  \nProperty No Trespassing\" sign hugging this side of a tree, and the familiar  \ndouble-blue paint mark. It was rather faded, and I'm allowed to inform  \nthe maintenance crew.  \n  \nI continued my 'be a fox' roleplay. I jogged off slowly, because I heard  \nbaying and I knew I'd lost a lot of time. I had to be careful putting weight  \non the ankle. I was leaving plenty of sign, but it was beyond the fork,  \nand my little impromptu side-trip actually broke my scent-trail.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I didn't come back to the fork and rock. I was on an infrequently-used  \nalternate, and I was technically breaking the rules for Beginners. I hoped  \nMaster Alfonse wouldn't be too angry that the dogs had to mill around to  \nreacquire me. I was their target.  \n  \nAs the double-blue path heads West, and I'd taken the North Fork before  \nthe first aid station, I was skirting the North-West corner of the Main Line  \nAnthro Hunt Club's property. I'm aware Master Jacob keeps a cabin out  \nhere, and among other things, he's got a playpen this side of the property  \nline.  \n  \nFor those who don't know about adult playpens, it's not baby-play. That's a  \nwhole other fetish, and one of the few I don't share. The adult play involves  \nbondage, tying us submissives up on trees or between them, or down on  \nthe ground.  \n  \nBecause we enjoy the restraint, and the Dominants enjoy restraining us,  \nI lost my step and knelt down again. I was also angry with myself for  \nallowing myself to enjoy the idea of Master Jacob or his friends tying  \nme down, since it doesn't always apply to animal roleplay.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It was time to run again. The energy drink hadn't run through me yet, but  \nI got out the vial of fake fox scent (think about where I hid it) and dripped  \nsome to make up for going off course. I heard a twig snap and froze.  \n  \n~ ~  \n  \nThey'd found me! All I could think about was how I'd failed the guests and  \ntherefore Master Alfonse. I was a bad fox, a bad submissive, and I needed  \nto be punished. Actually I enjoy a mild punish, cause it doesn't kill me.  \n  \nBut I'd forgotten how far sound travels in the dry air. It was one of the  \nBeginners whose horse had stepped on the wood, alerting me. I got up  \nfrom my knees, hoping I hadn't muddied the fake fur too much, and  \nslipped quietly over the slight rise.  \n  \nWell, I saw Alice in her Beagle outfit milling around with Stan, and they  \nwere only about a half-mile away! I dunno where the lead dog or the pack  \nwere, and the hair on the back of my neck rose as I got the creepy feeling  \nthey were flanking me to pounce from both sides.  \n  \nNow, I may have mentioned that I really enjoy a good pounce, but I was  \nrole-playing the fox now so they were enemies. I tried to slink away on  \nmy two human feet, and I think I forgot about the fact I was leaving clear  \npawprints.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Anyway, I snuck off to my right along the double blue path, which by now  \nhad curved over the stone fence where Master Jacob's property juts  \nsouth. Technically we were on his property, as was the third aid station.  \n  \nSo I'd made the half-way point. The path doesn't go around the  \nproperty, that's the single-blue, and there's a triple blue that curves  \nEast, dog-legs South, and then turns again West. That's a bit much  \nfor Beginners, so wait for the Intermediate or Advanced hunters.  \n  \nI've heard about some of the Red Expert trails, where you go over the  \nriver (yes, through woods) and up and down the rocks. What needs Expert  \nhunting is, the rocks are loose, so it's dangerous for horses. Being up on  \ntheir toes all the time they don't have as good a balance.  \n  \nAnyway, fox and hounds. OK, I avoided the pack and slipped down the  \nrarely-used Beginner path, because there was a hill which was a bit much  \nfor them. But they'd told me when I was serving meals in the Lounge they  \nhad ridden horses before, so I figgered, give em something a bit difficult.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Of course Master Alfonse could just lead them around the far side which  \nsloped gently. It takes longer, so I'd get a lead, and I didn't know how the  \nHunt leaders felt today. Maybe they'd already had enough at the third  \nfork and mossy rock.  \n  \nBut Master Alfonse had told me to pick my own improv, since a real fox  \nwouldn't make it easy, and I claim this was just obeying. After all, I'd  \nrolled a short distance from the moss rock to give myself away, and  \nI'd left body-warmed scent at the third aid station.  \n  \nI was sure the pack could pick me up again. I was thinking about  \nAlice's vixen scent and how she'd delayed us on her last run. She didn't  \nhave to leave scent to reveal herself, she could've just rolled on the far  \nside of the lake.  \n  \nAnyway, I was committed to the improv, so I just jogged on down the path.  \nOf course, a real fox wouldn't follow such an obvious path, so our hunt wasn't  \ncompletely realistic. At the third aid station I'd taken another energy drink,  \nsince they're just sitting in plain sight.  \n  \nOf course, that also lets the hunters know I've been by there. Even if  \nthey'd lost my trail, Master Alfonse would know to look, so I didn't feel  \nhelplessly naughty. It wouldn't be fun for the guests to find me kneeling  \nand begging for mercy.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; ~ ~  \n  \nSo I went down the path, and I didn't do anything else tricky. Not with  \nBeginners. I did slow down to set a nearby log across the path, and I  \nwanted to mark it, but I heard Alice's short yap and fled.  \n  \nIf you've seen an early-20s guy wearing slippers and g-string, fake leg  \nand arm fur, that sexy bushy fake tail (I love stroking them!) with fox  \nsnout you might know the image. If you don't, just imagine it with me  \nbending over for the log.  \n  \nAnyway, I was getting pretty tired after an hour, but the fourth aid  \nstation was just around the next bend and I hoped the carbs would kick  \nin soon. I was breathing heavily because of the exercise, and the drink  \ndoes something about the buildup of lactic acid from the muscles.  \n  \nWhen I was just about to the station I was so shocked I broke stride  \nand tumbled. I'm glad it wasn't on wet dirt, that'd damage the fake fur.  \nI rolled on grass, dry now from the sun. I was shocked because there  \nat the back were two horses at the hitching post!  \n  \nI was supposed to be in front of the hunters! Sure I was heading back  \nto the Lodge because the double blue went there, but the horses usually  \nfollowed the dog pack along the path! I should get here at least ten minutes  \nbefore the dogs to make it fun.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But here they were, a mare and a gelding with the Estate's brand on their  \nhips. Frankly I think I might like a brand myself, as Hunt Club property,  \nbut I haven't earned it. I realised they were here ahead of me because  \nthey were maintenance workers, not guests or hunters.  \n  \nThe horses either heard or scented me, because they nickered. Just  \nenough to betray my presence to the men. I tried to run away, but the  \nground gave way and I was trapped!  \n  \nI'm glad there were no pointed sticks in there, or mud to damage my  \nfake fur. I wasn't hurt at all, just down three feet. I could get out easily  \nenough. But the time it took me to realise this was enough for one of  \nthe men to grab my collar and clip a leash on.  \n  \nNow, any submissive knows what it means to be leashed, so I fell to my  \nknees in costume and ducked my head. I didn't even dare to protest that  \nhe was interfering with the hunt, with paying guests. Because I knew that  \ngrip, and his leash.  \n  \nMaster Edgar Rosen had captured me, fair and square.  \n  \n~ ~  \n  \nI'm sorry if you were expecting a nice simple story about a guy role-  \nplaying a fox animal and being hunted by people on horses or role-playing  \ndogs. I'd only gotten to the fourth fork and aid station when I was captured.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I tried to stay in character, and said, \"I'm a fox, Sir, and I'm being hunted.\"  \nIt was right for a submissive to inform his betters, but not to expect release.  \nMaster Joe Williams came out a second later, with some steel restraints, a  \nnd I knew they were breaking me out of role.  \n  \nI would be in trouble with Master Alfonse, and have to pay with pain for  \ndisappointing his guests. I knew what sort of personal service these Doms  \nwould demand, even from males. I had no illusions about earning mercy  \nbecause I was already rented.  \n  \nBut these men were employees of the Hunt Club, not guests or land-  \nowners. They'd get in trouble too, except that they'd merely captured a  \nfox during a hunt. They put aside their personal gratification long enough  \nto play along.  \n  \nEveryone at the main Line Hunt Club uses the Safe, Sane and Consensual  \nGuidelines for Adult BDSM RolePlay. I was just involved in part-time Dominant  \nand Submissive play, which means I submit and obey orders, while Doms (men)  \nor Dommes (women) give them.  \n  \nMale subs are called 'boys' and female subbes are 'girls', while we call men  \nSir and women Ma'am. I never had a problem with the degrading terms for  \nsubmissives or the respect for Dominants. Some men or women are so  \nDominant we say Master or Mistress.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Alice has been being hunted for about two years, and she's decided to  \ngive her service mainly to one man. He rents her out to the Hunt Club,  \nand although I've asked her about her Sir, she hasn't said. I suppose He  \nordered her to keep silent.  \n  \nTo be honest, I have a life outside the Hunt Club. I'm breezing through the  \ncollege courses on Calculus and computer programming. It's a bit more work  \nin Chemistry and Physics, mostly because of trying to remember scientists'  \nnames. Art and Humanities are like a brick wall, I can't get over or through.  \n  \nIn Calc, they talk about Simpson's Rule (find the area under a curve) but  \ndon't expect us to know the person for the rules for polynomials or trig  \nfunctions. If you know Calc, I'm talking derivatives and antiderivatives here.  \n  \nBut in Chem and Physics, it's all Newton or Boyle or whoever made laws.  \nMaybe some people remember them better that way. Frankly nobody cares  \nit was Sir Isaac Newton and an apple, just write down the damn relationships  \nand let us run with em.  \n  \nF=ma and it doesn't matter who found it. W=fd, which means W=(ma)d  \nwhich was the instructor's reaction when I pronounced it mad. Bodies move,  \nactions are countered, whatever. Then Einstein came along and changed the  \nlaws, because things act as if they have greater mass and slow clocks when  \nthey get near the speed of light.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; My point is, we're humans and have intelligence. We're choosing to act  \nlike animals, because it feels good to relax and let someone else take  \ncharge. I sure hope the Dom/mes enjoy my obedience.  \n  \n~ ~  \n  \nSo OK, back to me and being captured. Of course, I'd consented to the  \nroleplay, and come here over the weekend to relax in submission. Master  \nRosen cuffed me, knocking my fake snout off, and then slapped me again  \nto make me dizzy.  \n  \nI dunno if he slapped real foxes. If he ever caught one, I think it'd struggle  \nand try to bite. Maybe that's why he had thick leather gloves on. A real  \nfox might get knocked out, but I'm a lot bigger.  \n  \nMaster Williams grabbed me and shoved me down under his boot. He held  \nme behind my shoulders and roughly locked a steel collar on my neck. Master  \nRosen snapped the snout back on, and put a steel cuff over it. If I'd been  \na real fox, I'd be helplessly snoutcuffed. Unable to bite.  \n  \nI tried to struggle, because I was supposed to be running from the dog  \npack, not chained on my knees. But it was hard to struggle, because I've  \nlearned I like the chains. I hoped they were just doing me as a wild animal,  \nand after they took turns chaining my wrists and ankles, they clipped very  \nshort chains on them.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It was all so swift and skillful I knew these men were Masters and very  \nused to bondage play. Master Rosen went to the side of the cabin and  \nreturned with a bondage cage on wheels. He kicked the brakes down  \nand I knew I was going in.  \n  \nEven if I struggled, I couldn't evade their strength. Master Williams slapped  \nmy shoulder to keep me down and Master Rosen took a hard wooden paddle  \nto my rump. I cried out in pain, and they laughed.  \n  \nI felt angry at being captured and shame it was so easy; but I was a part-  \ntime submissive and they were taming me. I couldn't help the shiver of  \npleasure, even out of character. The pain made me move into the bondage  \ncage, and they prodded me until I was fully in, on my knees with my neck  \nbent, my arms folded between my tummy and knees.  \n  \nI heard the click of the center latch and the heavy clank as the top and  \nbottom were hove to and the lock was secured. There was no way I  \ncould push my way out, and with my hands under me I couldn't use them.  \n  \nI was well and truly trapped, bent over in an uncomfortable position with  \nmy rump in the air, exposed except for the g-string and where the lovely  \nfake bushy fur tail was anchored. It'd been rubbing me inside in an indes-  \ncribably exciting way the whole two hours, and I loved their power over me.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It \\*was\\* still just a game, wasn't it?  \n  \n~ ~  \n  \nThe bondage cage and bar spacing were sized for humans. I've seen Hav-a-  \nhart traps, and they're too small. A real fox would probably be skinny enough  \nto sneak out of the human cage.  \n  \nSince the dogs hadn't caught up yet, Masters Rosen and Williams were  \nalone with me, their captive. I was still in fox role and didn't know what  \nthey wanted, but I had the snout on, so I tried to wiggle it and the fake  \nwhiskers.  \n  \nI whimpered. The steel cuff around it felt heavy, and I was enjoying the  \nweight. They slid their hands through the bars and felt me up a while, and  \nI couldn't straighten up or get my paws out. Of course the ballet slippers  \nand mittens didn't have actual claws. Just leather footpads.  \n  \nI felt someone grip my fake tail. I tried to resist, and whimpered. I've  \nbeen told not to remove the tail while I'm in role, and while I could  \nreally talk since it's not my snout cuffed, I was afraid.  \n  \nMaster Williams laughed at me and told me to be still. I know a real  \nfox wouldn't understand English, so I kept trying to avoid the fondling.  \nIt was difficult because I really like a good fondle, even from men.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But Master Rosen was angry, and he slapped my rump around the leg  \nfur. As I said, they're cut like chaps, so my rump was bare except for the  \ng-string. I dunno if you knew that, I probably should've been explicit.  \n  \nSo anyway, the rump smack stung, and I jerked against the front bars,  \nknocking my head down and hurting my neck. I stopped struggling, just  \nwhimpered yet again, and my captors liked their power over me. They  \nleft the tail attached and began pawing my anchor.  \n  \nOh... my.. gosh! I can't begin to describe how good that feels! A strong  \nwave of pure pleasure raced up my spine and broke into my brain. You  \nreally should experience a tail anchor deep in your rump, being stroked  \nin and out while being twisted.  \n  \nIt's the twist that really gets a submissive hot. The females get another  \nplace to invade and force pleasure on them, but they don't get the deep  \nprostate rub that really makes a sub's mind go squishy. I forgot about  \nprotesting my capture and just enjoyed.  \n  \nSometimes I wish I wasn't so easy. I'm denying my Doms and Dommes  \na bit of enjoyment forcing me to obey. I should probably take advanced  \nlessons in pretending to fight, and needing to be forced, so they can enjoy.  \nAs it is, I can barely resist the anchor rub. I'd like to give in slowly to give  \nthem time.  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"HumanFox","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/605193-fox-hunt-2.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/688446-fox-hunt-4.json"}}