{"sf1_id":717361,"sf2_id":"ZmMlr5We","title":"Fox Hunt 5","author":"KevinFoxboy","words":5473,"posted_at":"2014-06-12T20:11:00.000Z","tags":["Beagle","Fox","Fursuit","Human","M/F","Roleplay","Series","Tod","Vixen","larp"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/717361-fox-hunt-5","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ZmMlr5We","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e4/80/e48044c6-85b0-40e3-85f8-ca010d6028ad","description":"#5 of HumanFox\n\nAlice dominates me sexually, and others watch and enjoy. I get a new suit and get returned to my recent captors.","content":"Fox Hunt 5 - 2012-1015.0212  \nAdult anthro characters, adult situations and language, nudity.  \nAll text and situation (c)2012 Kevin Foxboy  \n  \nSo OK, I was lying sexually spent, chained spread out in the Main  \nLine Hunt Club's hunt trophy room. I'm a submissive guy, and I've  \nlearned I like it. A lot.  \n  \nI'd been role-playing a fox, and I was hunted. I let my leash get  \ncaught on some lawn irrigation equipment, and that let the group  \nof men and women submissives role-playing a pack of hunting dogsp  \nto catch me.  \n  \nOur usual fox, the vixen Alice, had switched with me as a test  \nof my skills as prey. Now the woman was sitting on top of me,  \nstill in her Beagle bitch costume, including the floppy ears  \nand fake snout, furry arms and legs, and fake tail anchored  \ndeep in her rump.  \n  \nWhat she wasn't wearing any more were her bra and panties. The  \nfurry trim was still on the discarded cloth, and she'd stripped  \nmy costume arms and legs off, teased me into squishy-minded  \nerection, pulled my rough cloth g-string off, and rubbed her  \nbare crotch on my exposed groin.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I was glad she'd moaned while she made me groan and harden, excited  \nbyher domination and power over me. We were both just sex toys, a  \ndisplay for the paying guests, and I wasn't in any mental condition  \nto know if they were disappointed by my failure to get to the cabin  \nand safety.  \n  \nNow real foxes have good recovery and can have sex frequently. Their  \nballs grow bigger during their sex season, which by an amazing  \ncoincidence just happens to be when the vixens come into heat. I  \nwonder how they arranged that?  \n  \nI'm just a twenty-some red-blooded American Red Fox. Er, I mean male  \nhuman submissive. I liked Alice, and I've played with her yummy firm  \nbreasts under orders. Now I was chained and prevented from pleasing  \nher with my hands.  \n  \nI still wanted to please Alice, to thank her for her control of me.  \nI had forgotten about the paying audience, which was naughty of me,  \nbut she had me so deeply controlled I could only think of her.  \n  \nHowever, it wasn't our choice and I was allowed to gasp for air until  \nI calmed down from the aerobic exercise. Being chained and forced to  \nplease her was a lot more fun than any exercise DVD. After a little  \ntime I'd be up for another rep.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As I slid forlornly out of Alice's firm grip, she removed the mittens  \nthat gave her dog paws and covered herself with her bare hands. It  \nwasn't for her modesty, because she's a submissive too and she signed  \nit away with the contract.  \n  \nAlice knew my seed would drip out of her exciting cunt, and it would  \nbe wrong to get the sloppy fluids on the Hunt Club's rug. Of course  \nMaster Alfonse knew what she needed and told her to rinse herself.  \n  \nI was barely aware of the sexy Beagle bitch standing a bit unsteadily  \nand walking off as a human to the Shower Room. She could use a hose  \nattachment to pleasure herself repeatedly, to make sure all the fluids  \nwere rinsed out of her.  \n  \nWhile Alice was rinsing, I was subjected to exploration by the pack.  \nAll those leather snout masks rubbing and stroking me in various  \nintimate places made me drift off to squishy land yet again.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nPerhaps I need to be punished for my lack of self-control. I'd been  \ncaptured at the fourth aid station, collared and leashed, stuffed in  \na bondage cage and made to enjoy it. I still wore the leash Masters  \nRosen and Williams had clipped on me, as well as their steel collar  \nin addition to my usual leather sub one.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I really enjoy stripping for work, rinsing myself and stuffing the tail  \nanchor deep inside. Lots of times I select a pair of furry ears and  \nlet a trainer attach a furry tail, before I remember to put on the  \nrough unbleached cloth g-string.  \n  \nI'm so used to total nudity here at the Hunt Club I have to be reminded  \nto get dressed when I finish my shift and have to go back to vanilla  \nland. I love the freedom from binding clothing so much I stay nude  \nindoors even in winter.  \n  \nI'd come to work, stripped, rinsed myself and applied the tail anchor.  \nI stayed nude as I scrubbed the floor, letting the anchor stroke deep  \ninside me as my rump wiggled, and ate my kibble with the other kennel  \nsubs and subbes. Their nubile bodies called to me as they knelt nude  \nand scrubbed, but we were there for work.  \n  \nWe weren't allowed to shower after. It was quite warm inside while we  \nworked, and we were all a bit sweaty. It helped us feel like animals  \nas we ate kibble and drank water from bowls on the now-spotless floor.  \nWe're allowed to feel pride in our work.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The males slept together in one big cage, and at night it was cool so  \nwe cuddled and spooned. Even nude, we weren't aroused by each other.  \nThe females slept together in another cage across several feet of  \nsmooth stone in our kennel, and we were all canids in this building.  \n  \nThere's another whole building here on the Main Line Hunt Club property  \nfor the felids. Please rent Helena or George to tell you about pussy-  \nfooting around as various cat genera. Of course I'm talking about  \nrole-play.  \n  \nUnder the Safe Sane and Consensual Guidelines to adult BDSM role-play  \nit's really the sub/be in charge, saying yes or no to playing the  \nscene. It's a point of honor that we go through with as much as we can  \ntake from the Dom/me, and stretch our limits to explore our interests.  \n  \nThere's also the idea of \"consensual non-consent\" which many of the  \nguests I've served have trouble understanding. Think of it this way.  \nYou don't enjoy every minute of your work, but you usually do it  \nanyway because you've essentially agreed by taking the job.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; We submissive men and women roleplay for our own pleasure. We actually  \nget off being controlled, and giving the power of decision up to our  \ndominants. As I mentioned, everyone keeps asking for our consent, even  \nwhen they're rough with us. We love being leashed and chained by strong  \nmasters, of any gender.  \n  \nEven being spanked and cuffed, stuffed into a bondage cage, we always  \nhave the right to call yellow to slow down the action, or call red to  \nstop it. Every Dominant is required to listen to his/her sub/be. If  \nthey make us use our safeword it means they aren't doing their job  \nright.  \n  \nWhile I was still lying chained on my back trying to get my heart rate  \ndown from Alice's rough use of my body, I displayed myself shamelessly  \nbecause we were all adults and we know what the parts are and how they  \nfit. What gave the guests a nice giggle was the fact they'd seen Alice  \nremove my leg furs to expose my g-string, and they'd seen it twitch as  \nshe sat on me and undressed.  \n  \nAfter my mind cleared I'd remember it wasn't just men that Alice  \nstripped and teased. Or that I hadn't only been sat on by females.  \nI said men slept together, and women in another cage, and having  \nyour tail anchor played with feels good whoever's poking you.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; When the rubber pokes your prostate in that indescribably exciting  \nwaythere's no way to avoid erecting helplessly, and when men take  \nturns with each other we all go mind-squishy. It forces us to put  \naside any prejudices about race and/or gender when they can all  \nmake each other ejaculate.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nTime out for a bit, OK? When I'm not being sat on or spanked, I can  \nremember the rest of the world and the people I work with. Most of us  \nare male subs or female subbes, because it doesn't take many guards  \nto control us. That's cause we like being controlled.  \n  \nNow, as a male despite my undersize, I only know how a tail anchor  \nfeels in males. I've talked with Ivan and Dmitri, and I have no idea  \nwhat names they were born with. I'm known as Kevin Fox here at the  \nHunt Club, but that's not what my birth cert says.  \n  \nHowever, Alice really is Alice. She likes the name and can keep it  \nstraight in her mind when vanillas talk. Anyway, as you know females  \nhave such lovely openings, and I've been told to play with Alice and  \nmake her mind squishy.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Stroking a female's tail anchor tends to get her sex hot. I've been  \naround the Shower Room when females rinse themselves, and I've seen  \ninside them. I've helped out in the Enema Room, since sometimes it's  \nhard to balance on the wet tile floor.  \n  \nIf you get a chance to slip a vibrator into a willing female, you may  \nenjoy the practice. Stroke her rump and twist her anchor as you slip  \nthe other shaft into her moist pussy. I'm fairly sure she'll enjoy  \nthe mutual stroking of her insides when you work her with both.  \n  \nBut people only have two hands, and females also have mouths. If you  \napply a penis gag she can enjoy sucking on it, and if you use the kind  \nwith a feeding tube you can use the fake cum. Here's where having more  \nfriends involved is handy.  \n  \nElaine is a dark-skinned young subbe of about twenty and a few months.  \nShe really gets off being in a small group and letting them chain her  \nwrists apart to a bar hanging from the ceiling, and then spread her  \nlegs with another locked to the floor.  \n  \nIt holds her up, but she might get hurt hanging there from her wrists.  \nThat's where we come in, holding her while slipping three long thick  \nyummy shafts shaped like hard cocks into her. It feels good to fondle  \nand grope her nude warmth while we work the shafts, and Elaine  \ncertainly  \nenjoys the mind squishyness.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It's not just other males working her. Alice likes doing Elaine, trying  \nthings she might like too, and most times we take turns doing each  \nother. That means we need three shafts per female, and two per male. If  \nyou've never sucked a nice thick long shaft, you're missing some fun.  \n  \nI think I may have mentioned we're all a bit kinky. I don't mind  \ngetting a double-ended penis gag and working it into another male's  \nmouth while he does it to me. When we meet in the middle we lick and  \nkiss, because it's not our sex parts, so it can't be sexual.  \n  \nI called time out just to ramble for a bit. This chapter is about fox  \nhunting, and my point was just that while Alice rinsed herself out  \nafter sex, yours truly was still dirty, sweaty, and chained quite  \nnaked in the trophy room.  \n  \nSee, I like being a trophy, and I wanna get better at being hunted so  \nI'm worth winning. With my fox costume mostly removed, still wearing  \nthe snout and snoutcuff, the tail and anchor in me, and no g-string,  \neveryone could see my beast response.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nElaine and a sub I didn't know came over to lick me clean. Roger  \nis gay, or at least bisexual, so they both knelt down and began  \nmy genitals. You might enjoy two heads bobbing down there, and of  \ncourse they were trained so they took turns licking and swallowing.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Well, the problem with a sexy bitch (dog role-play remember) licking  \nmy cock was that it rose again. It was just being polite and letting  \nher tongue get around and under. The sub started licking my balls,  \nand he seemed to like Alice's fluids.  \n  \nSo did Elaine. Apparently these dogs were thirsty, because they  \ndefinitely slurped the fluids down eagerly. I hope I look that eager  \nwhen I lick. The next fluid they used on me was soapy water, in a  \nbasin Roger brought over and a rough clean cloth Elaine brought.  \n  \nNow you may like the idea of a sub and subbe working on you. Since I  \nwas still securely chained, they were dominating me, doing something  \nto me instead of telling me to do it. The guests wanted to see me done.  \n  \nYou see, the whole pack was role-playing dogs, and I was a fox. We were  \nall canids, so it's appropriate enough to dog-wash me. That's what the  \nbasin, water, soap and cloth were for.  \n  \nI went back to squishyness letting the two work on my neck around the  \ncollar, my shoulders and chest. Fingers, hands, wrist cuffs, forearms,  \nelbows, upper arms. Down my ribs and flanks, my bare hips.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Without the fur costume, I was completely bare except for the collars  \nand cuffs, and my human cock showed how I enjoyed the treatment. I  \nstill  \nhad the snout and snoutcuff on, and Elaine reached inside to rub my  \nreal  \njaws and cheeks.  \n  \nIt felt good being handled, even though I don't have a baby fetish.  \nElaine seemed to like my cock, and since they'd both just finished  \ntonguing me there, all of my juices were off, and Alice's too. One  \nof the guests stuffed something in my real mouth and told me to suck.  \n  \nAs I said, I don't care to pretend I'm a baby, but it wasn't a milk  \nbottle I was sucking. It was a penis gag, a nice thick long one too,  \nand it had a feeding tube. The lady enjoyed squeezing the bag of fake  \ncum and making me swallow.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nI'd like to skip ahead a bit, sorry if I'm upsetting you. I was lying  \nnaked and chained, spread out and bathed, and I had to get hard from  \nthe fun and the cum. I'm not clear on what anyone might have done to  \nme after.  \n  \nWhen my mind returned from squishyland, I knew the fake cum had some  \nstuff in it to make me feel really good. I was still naked, still  \ncuffed, and my wrists were clipped together behind my back.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I pulled just a little, to show I knew I was clipped, and although I  \nmight be able to grip the clips and get away, it would be a breach  \nof my submission training, so I allowed it.  \n  \nI also found out my ankle cuffs were chained about a half-meter apart.  \nIt's only a little shorter than my natural stride, and I was a bit  \nunhappy they knew they didn't need to hold me down. I like being held  \nby a strong man, but I prefer to submit to ladies.  \n  \nI was also shaking from side to side and moving past trees. I didn't  \nunderstand why they didn't just lead me by my lovely leash, but I  \ncontented myself with wiggling my butt and enjoying the tail anchor.  \n  \nI realised I still had the snoutcuff on, but my tail was dismounted.  \nWherever they were taking me I wouldn't be allowed any covering, and  \nI think I said I hadn't been upset about nudity even before I signed  \nthe sub contract.  \n  \nIt was only when the cart I was in rolled off the Lounge deck that I  \nrealised I was kneeling naked with my legs open, and I was on a nice  \nfluffy pad. I was also in a rather comfy travel cage, my wide collar  \nchained to the top to keep my head up.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A shudder of submissive pleasure shook me gently as I realised I was  \nmerely a package being delivered. I didn't know where or to whom, but  \nI did remember I owed Masters Rosen and Williams because they'd  \ncaptured  \nthe fox. I was quite willing to be their toy for the night, and it was  \nstill mid-afternoon on Saturday.  \n  \nI had the rest of the day, evening, and overnight to submit to them and  \nshow my skills as a domestic servant, pet dog, and pleasure slave. I'm  \nnot actual property, I haven't signed my body over. And I prefer sex  \nwith women because the parts fit nicely.  \n  \nBut I've been a submissive long enough to know what men want when they  \ncommand me. I can't even tell my family about the Hunt Club, or my  \nenjoyment of submission. They think I'm sick in the mind and need help.  \n  \nThey might tolerate me saying women use me for sex, but not men. My  \nstep-mom in particular thinks men hugging and kissing other men is  \nbeyond just gay, it's sick. Frankly she's one of the reasons I come  \nhere so I can relax.  \n  \nSo if you don't wanna hear, just skip ahead. The rest know hugging and  \ncuddling don't use sex parts, you can enjoy any gender, so prudes  \nshould frak off. Even kissing and tongue-wrestling aren't sexual,  \nthey're sensual, which is different.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I'd wondered why Elaine and Roger washed me instead of unchaining me  \nand leading me to the Shower Room. Now I saw the path the cart was  \ntaking, and although my neck was chained so I couldn't turn and look  \naround, I knew the green tree marks leading to a maintenance shed.  \n  \nMy mind was clearing from the lovely fake cum, and I was getting more  \ninterested in being delivered. If HuntMaster Alfonse had been angry  \nwith me for losing the hunt and denying the guests their fun, I'd've  \nbeen chained up and whipped.  \n  \nAs it was, the cart stopped after a short roll and Mistress Roberta  \nappeared at the front bars. I knew the cart was like a golf cart,  \nelectric motors meant the driver didn't need males' muscles, and  \nI was glad to see her.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nI may not have mentioned I was still a bit rosy from Thursday  \nafternoon's test of my submission. I cleaned Mistress Roberta's  \ncottage and served her dinner. She let me show my skills chained  \nto her couch too. Go ahead think about it, just come on back, ok?  \n  \nBut she just reached in the cage and clipped a chain leash on my steel  \ncollar. She held it tight, so I knew to hold still as she unlocked the  \ndoor and ordered me out. I knew to move slowly so I didn't startle her.  \nI was a good obedient fox.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; In point of fact, Mistress Roberta had brought a new fox costume, the  \none-piece kind like footed pajamas that cover my legs, tummy and arms.  \nThe seam runs up the front, and it's a rather long zip, kinda like a  \njacket. This style even has long foot extensions, so I look like a  \nreal fox there.  \n  \nThe suit has a cuffed opening in back, for the tail to attach. It was  \nlong, almost down to the ground, air-brushed russet like the suit but  \nwith darker highlites. It really looked like real fur, and so soft!  \n  \nMy eyes closed as she ordered me to stand and let her put the ears on  \nme. They actually slip on over my real ears and the headband holds them  \nup over my head. I was feeling very foxy that I was worth all this  \nattention.  \n  \nIt was when she mounted the tail to my anchor I felt the stiff support  \npull on my innards. Oh gosh it felt good, and since I was completely  \nnaked in the fur I had no need to hide it. My human cock stiffened,  \nand Mistress Roberta got a chuckle.  \n  \n\"Unsheathing already, foxeh?\" she said. I felt embarrassed to be so  \nobvious, and begged to kneel and submit. But I was denied, to keep  \nthe fox knees clean. I'd be allowed to kneel in the cage and in the  \ncabin.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Another thing about the costume was it had long furry fox feet in  \nslippers. They had rubber pads on them that even had dull plastic  \nclaws! I was feeling very beasty when she told me to bend down and  \nseal the Velcro seams. They were covered over by the steel ankle cuffs.  \n  \nWhen I heard another chuckle I looked down and saw the suit was  \n'anatomically correct'! It had its own plastic testicles in a furry  \nscrotum, and now I saw the tummy fur was white on my neck, down my  \nchest, under my neath and partway down my legs.  \n  \nWhat really made me hold my breath was, the fake testicles were nice  \nand big, and Mistress Roberta told me to slip my human cock into a  \nrusset fur sleeve sewn into the costume. It really looked like I had  \na canid sheath!  \n  \nThe steel wrist cuffs covered the seams on the forepaw mittens. I had  \nfour toes on each footpaw, no dewclaw at my ankles, and five on each  \nhandpaw. All with nice shiny black plastic claws! I loved the costume,  \nand trembled. It obviously cost a lot.  \n  \nI had no idea how I was going to operate the tail or the sheath since  \nI have a human spine and my own cock isn't that big. But Mistress told  \nme to fondle myself, or at least the costume, and I flushed when I felt  \nthe stiffness! The costume even had an honest-to-gosh canid baculum,  \na penis bone to hold me!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I was shaking so bad Mistress had to ask her fox Kevin if I was sick.  \nI didn't dare try to speak, I just folded a bit in case I had to be  \nill. I was so overwhelmed by this expensive suit I barely heard her  \ncommands.  \n  \nThe sharp slap across my fake snout brought me back. \"Kevin! Pay  \nattention! I'm telling you how to work the tail servos and the head  \nmask!\" I begged mercy and fell to my knees. Luckily the ground had  \ndry grass thick enough to keep the fake fur clean.  \n  \nMistress Roberta knew how a trained submissive responds to an angry  \nDominant. She let me cringe and whimper, and told me to stay on all  \nfours while she worked the tail a bit, rubbing my prostate with the  \ntail anchor and making me go so squishy I forgot to be afraid.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nAs I look over what I've written, it seems I've said my mind went  \nsquishy at several different times, and please don't be upset I'm  \nredundant. I just tried to remember what happened at the time  \ninstead of summarising.  \n  \nI discovered the shape of the fox costume as Mistress Roberta put  \nit on me, so again I wrote how I felt at the time. Now she put a  \nbelton me, and I knew it had the batteries for the costume servos.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; If I wore this expensive costume at a furry convention I'd put clothes  \nover it to hide the belt. The power plugs go into little sewn holes  \nin the suit, covered by fur, and snake up inside to the fake snout.  \n  \nNow since I'm human my head's not shaped like a real vulpine, and  \nsince I had the leather fox snout on with the steel snoutcuff, Mistress  \nleft the costume head off. I've since learned it has actual moving ears  \nand jaws, as well as snout movements like sniffing.  \n  \nIt was because of my college courses in electrical engineering that  \nI got interested in the remote-control electric motors. The fur ears  \ndon't weigh much, and the lower jaw is counterweighted. The suit  \ndoesn't need powerful motors.  \n  \nI'd be pretending to be someone's pet fox, and my 'owner' would have  \nthe model airplane remote control box. When I put in the contact  \nlenses, the costume eyes can be moved as well as the ears and jaw.  \n  \nMy operator just has to stay close, maybe play like I need a leash,  \nand work me. Oh, I forgot the tail! Now this takes a little more  \nexplanation. A real fox can swish his tail side-to-side, as well  \nas up-and-down. Even around in circles!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But the fake tail would need something to push against, and since you  \nknow where it's placed, it would push against my human rump, hidden  \nin the suit. The problem was back when I was in college they didn't  \nhave the trick carboplastic fibers that change polymer links in an  \nelectric field.  \n  \nThe effect is, they act like muscles. And just like organics, you can  \nbuild a bunch of them together to increase the effect. I'd just need  \nhigher voltage, and someone could remote control the tail to swish  \njust like a real one!  \n  \nAs I said, we didn't have that back then, so my tail was just held with  \nstyrofoam 'vertebrae' on wires. It'd bend OK, and even spring back if  \nyou were careful not to bend much. Oh, I could wiggle my rump and the  \nsuit would cover it, so I could swish the tail, sorta like amputees  \ncan work a prosthesis.  \n  \nGiggle, a tail prosthesis! I wanna try one, so maybe I should get  \ninvolved in the USA movie industry. They make horror movies with  \ncostumes, and I could adapt the workings of a werewolf suit, size  \nthem down, and be a fox!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\*  \n  \nAnyway, enough dreaming. I was pretty sure I was on the way to serve  \nmy captors, and I wasn't about to protest the rather humiliating point  \nthat the suit testicles and sheathed penis were bigger than my own.  \nMaybe they were the expected size for a vulpine in human size.  \n  \nIf you were just skimming along over the details and wanting me to get  \non to being used for gay sex, you're gonna be disappointed. You may  \neven  \nhave to wait for Fox Hunt chapter 7. I don't want any trouble with the  \nprudes, but they shouldn't even be reading my stuff.  \n  \nAs I keep saying, I'm a submissive, not merely a sex toy. I insist I'm  \nnot gay, since I don't get hard seeing men's bare chests or anything  \nelse. If you're one of those men or women who think anything gays  \ndo has to be gay, you're a fool, and I'll prove it.  \n  \nTom Hanks is an actor. In /Philadelphia/ he played a lawyer who gets  \nfired when he develops AIDS. I know gay men get AIDS, and my point  \nis, just cause the lawyer got sick doesn't prove he's gay (he might  \nbe, but it's not proof). And it certainly doesn't mean Tom Hanks  \nmust be gay.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Heck, he played Forrest Gump, and it doesn't mean Tom's slow in the  \nmind. Even if some other actor \\*is\\* gay, it's not a contagious disease!  \nAIDS is, and I think it's still fatal. The esoteric drugs just slow it  \ndown, not cure it.  \n  \nSo don't think the fact I'll kneel and crawl to a man and kiss his feet  \nmeans I'm gay. Why not rent me and find out? Try me, you'll like me.  \n  \nOK, soapbox diversion over. But I've been rented by men who think I'm  \ngay just because I kneel and crawl. I'll obey a Dominant and do things  \nthat gays do, but I'll say it again, it's a logical error to think that  \nmeans I'm gay.  \n  \nAs I crawled back into the bondage cage, I was careful with the  \nexpensive fursuit Mistress Rpberta had told me to put on. I rather  \nliked the fact she took so much time with it and me, stuffing me  \ninto it and zipping it.  \n  \nAnd of course she fished around my rump to get the tail anchor to poke  \nout so she could mount the tail. I liked being groped, and I've mounted  \nwomen and been mounted, so I wanted her to cover me and stroke me  \nto force my response.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But I'm at the Hunt Club for Dominant people's pleasure, and I've  \nlearned to take my own by giving it to others. I knelt and crawled  \nbackwards into the cage, and Mistress Roberta's body language showed  \nshe approved of my submission. She had a friendly smile on her face  \nas she looped my leash through the top bars and closed the door.  \n  \nI heard the click as the cold hard steel of the door latch met the  \nstriker plate. It was the kind of lock that latches when closed, but  \nneeds a key to lock. I begged her to lock me in.  \n  \nI had no intention of even trying to reach out and trip the latch to  \nopen the door. I'm not being held here against my will, and I find  \nit quite difficult to even pretend I need to be held by force.  \n  \nBut of course it would insult a man's Dominance to say I'm so tame I  \ndon't need the harsh restraint. I shook my snout and pushed against  \nthe door, pretending I was a fighting fox who refused to accept his  \ncage. It was perfectly obvious I wasn't going near the latch, not  \nas a fox or as a person.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nAnd I quieted when Mistress jerked my leash. I hung my head in the  \nsupporting wide collar and submitted to her domination. Since the  \ncage was in the back of the golf cart I was facing the Lounge as  \nI rode toward the maintenance shed.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It was almost time for me to pay my debt to Masters Rosen and Williams,  \nand I'd submitted to them before. But that was just serving dinner. You  \nknow, serve from the right, pick up from the left. Table settings, the  \ndifferent size knives, forks, spoons, plates, bowls, glasses for  \ndifferent courses.  \n  \nWhite wine with fish and poultry, red with meat. Always keep water so  \ndoms/mmes can cleanse their palates between courses. Enjoy when they  \ngrope a serving wench. I do like a nice firm grope, shows I'm worth it.  \n  \nWell, it took about ten minutes because the golf cart moves slowly.  \nIt's faster than a walk, maybe a leisurely jog, but even I can outrun  \nthem. As I knelt there with my legs wide to slip my knees between bars,  \nI noticed the fursuit had pads built in at my knees and elbows.  \n  \nWhoever designed it had the sub's comfort in mind, and as it was built  \nfor males to wear (well, OK, a small-breasted female could fit, the  \nsuit had its own testicles, sheath and penis) I wondered if the basic  \ndesign had them as add-ons in the crotch, and a flat chest. Perhaps  \nit could be modified for females.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; After all, we all have bulges, just in different places. I did have  \na giddy moment of wondering how I'd feel in a female-shaped suit,  \nand as I'm not that big in the guy-bulge area anyway, it wasn't  \nthat far-fetched.  \n  \nIf it was only the suit that was made to fit a woman... maybe it  \nwouldn't feel bad at all... firm padding in front, curves in all  \nthe right places. I suppose my submissive mind was still a bit  \nsquishy from the hunt and Alice forcing my beast. And the chains,  \nand being washed.  \n  \nSo I was quite surprised when the cart left the green-marked path  \nand headed to an outdoor rec area. Of course I was too well trained  \nto complain, or even ask where Mistress was taking me. She'd tell  \nme, if she wanted me to know.  \n  \nMistress Roberta drove the cart in a circle and stopped. I was facing  \nthe back of course, but even as a human I could hear her open her cell  \nphone and the quiet feedback beeps as she pressed buttons. I counted  \nmore than ten beeps, so she must have been texting.  \n  \nMy day-Mistress came around the cage into my line of sight. She checked  \nthat the leash still held me tight, even though it was just hitched and  \nnot tightly tied. The fact that I stayed in the cage when she opened it  \nshowed I was as tame as a draft horse. I felt like a hitched horse.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I've role-played a pony several times, and recognised the trail down  \nto the barn where tack for submissives was kept. The trail to the  \nanimal barn started the same way but turned left a few hundred feet  \ndown the trail. She picked up the chain from the cart and clipped  \nit on my collar.  \n  \nOnly then did she unhitch the leather and order her fox out of the  \ncage. Mistress said with the suit on I wasn't allowed to kneel in  \nthe grass. Not for my comfort or any thought of consideration for  \nmy feelings of course, just to keep the fake fur clean. I obeyed  \nalthough I felt naughty standing.  \n  \nBecause I'm taller than Mistress Roberta, and I'm so used to staying  \non my knees in submission. It's just role-playing, so there's no  \nthreat of punishment. I just remember I'm submissive and role-playing  \nher beast, so I stood for a few seconds and let her look me over.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp; \\*  \n  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"HumanFox","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/688446-fox-hunt-4.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/926900-fox-hunt-6.json"}}