The Game of the Hunt

Will A. Sanborn

10/9 - 10/11/95

In a secluded corner of the bustling casino, a temporary oasis of solitude amidst the crowds, the young vixen sits in the luxuriously-padded chair, lost in the brilliant expanse of the neon city. The chin of her muzzle cradled in her paws, human-like, but for the black fur and the short tips of her fingernail claws, her shoulder-length, auburn hair slightly messy with frustration, she gazes down at the floor with a light sheen of moisture coating her tired blue eyes.

Scared and confused, angry and exhausted, her thoughts are a jumbled mess as she tries to frantically sort through the situation. Here it was, only Friday night, not even twelve hours since she'd arrived, and she'd already fallen victim to the deceptive charms of the casino and its minions. Only that morning she'd gotten off the transport, all starry-eyed and excited for her vacation, only a three-day weekend, but it was her first real vacation since she'd finished school and taken her job. By noon she'd discovered just how fun the games in the casino could be, by two she'd gone through her first-day's allowance; another couple of hours saw her draining the rest of the money she'd intended for the trip.

And it had been easy, so deceptively easy, for her to access her account, running through her meager savings in a matter of hours, lost in a frenzied confusion, jumping from table to table, desperate to win back her money. As the funds in her account continued to drop, she became more and more desperate, rational thought lost long ago, her thoughts running wild, her pulse racing, caught in the grip of gambling fever, its paw closing tighter every second.

Then finally, when she'd managed to drain her savings, in what seemed all too quick a time, she'd tried a last-ditch effort and dug into her credit, finally maxing that out before she'd crashed from the adrenaline and realized what she'd done.

How could she have been so stupid? She'd purposely created a smaller account with the funds for the vacation in it, the funds she could afford to lose, but what did she do but rush in like a drunken idiot and blow it all. After the cold realization had flooded over her, she'd ran to a banking terminal, checking through all of her possible resources, and had come to the startling figure of a whole ten credits to her name, which if she was lucky might buy her dinner at one of the lesser and greasier restaurants.

How could it have happened to her though? She'd gone to a good school, made the grades, and graduated to work for a strong company with a promising future. Things like that didn't happen to people like her, they happened to middle-aged housewives, tied to a slot machine, chain smoking as they fed its ever-hungry mouth in chance of that elusive payoff; it wasn't supposed to be like this.

It was supposed to have been a fun weekend, out to the glittering city, away from the pressures of work to just go and have a fun time. Fighting back the tears she thinks angrily that Meredith should have been with her, instead of canceling out last minute, then she wouldn't have gotten lost in this mess. She should have canceled the plans when Meredith had jumped ship on her for an unexpected visit from her boyfriend, but she'd been determined to go and have a good time; she'd waited long enough for it, and she deserved an adventure.

Some adventure it had turned out to be, all alone in the strange and confusing city, no money to speak of, and no way out. She'd even foolishly cashed in her return-flight ticket somewhere along the way, lost in the frenzy, and they'd been all too happy to accept it. And to make matters worse, when the hotel did their routine credit check on her account that night and found out she was bankrupt, she'd most assuredly be out on the street. Maybe she could try and sleep in the lounge here, for the casinos were open all through the night, but it was probably only a matter of time before someone spotted her and decided she was no longer a welcomed guest.

Frustrated and scared by her lack of options, angry at her momentary lapse of common sense, she doesn't bother holding back any more, and the sobs finally come, the warm tears stinging her eyes. Letting it all out, she loses herself in her sorrows, still alone in the quiet corner of the lobby, ignored by the streaming masses in the main room lost in their own hopeless pursuits.

She'd been crying for several minutes, her sobs starting to die down, when a hand gently touches her shoulder, accompanied a moment later by a soft male voice asking "why are you crying?" with genuine sympathy.

Tensing slightly in surprise, she turns to look at the stranger who'd interrupted her sorrows and sees a handsome human, a man in his early 30's. Dressed in a dazzling white-satin suit, he looks quite debonair, as the color of the fabric compliments the mild tan of his skin and his light brown hair. Looking down at her, he smiles, a warm and friendly smile, helping to put her mind at least a little at ease.

"Lost all you're money didn't you foxy?" his voice quiet and caring.

She quietly nods at him, her eyes still glistening.

"Your first time away from it all and you came here for some fun?"

"Yes," her reply a little shy, "but how did you know?"

"Oh, I've seen it before," his warm gaze not faltering from her, "you'd be surprised how many people wind up like yourself... it's easy to do if you aren't careful, especially your first time here."

Sitting down in the chair placed kitty-cornered to hers, he continues. "What's your name foxy?"

"Tara... Tara Nelson," she replies, looking at this handsome stranger with the soft voice and caring eyes.

"Now that's a pretty name, almost as pretty as you are," she feels her face blush at this, only barely visible through the white fur of her muzzle. "May I call you foxy though? It seems to fit you and I thinks it's cute."

She smiles at this, nodding, for the tone of his voice and his charming manners make it sound like an old friend giving her a playful nickname. The warmth of his presence has already made her feel a little more at ease, her troubles receding slightly to the back her mind.

"Well it's nice to meet you foxy, and I am Mr. Robinson," extending his hand and taking hers, but instead of a friendly handshake he surprises her by raising it up and planting a gentle kiss on the light covering of soft, black fur there.

Bringing his mouth away from her hand, he again matches her gaze, with a soft smile on his face, watching her momentary and delightful confusion. Still lightly holding her hand he asks "do you have anyone with you, anyone that can help you?"

Feeling a little ashamed and stupid, she shakes her head, dropping her eyes slightly.

"Now that's too bad, such a pretty woman like you all alone here... We just can't let that happen," his voice still soft and sincere. "Well, I'd like to help you foxy."

Her eyes light up at that, the rest of her concern vanishing from her face.

"How much did you lose here, a lot?"

"Ummm, yes... I lost all of my savings... I was stupid," her voice trailing off, her eyes dropping down again.

"No, you just got caught up in the action, it could happen to anybody," gently squeezing her hand with reassurance. She smiles a little at this.

"Well I can certainly help you out, and it would be my pleasure... but I don't believe in charity foxy. I didn't get to where I am today by charity, I got there by working for what I wanted, and I believe everyone should do the same," his voice still gentle as he watches her face show her confusion. "Now I can help you out, but you will have to work for it... Though it's an easy job and I think you'll enjoy it."

A couple of moments pass before her mind runs through his statements and uncovers his actual meaning. In a flash her face darkens, her eyes widening, her lips turning down slightly, and her nostrils flaring. Pushing his hand away, she jerks away from him, pressing her back into the chair. "I'm not for sale," she finally manages to snort, still stunned by his proposition.

His mood unaffected, he flashes another gentle smile at her, "but foxy, here in Sin City everything is for sale, it's just a matter of finding the price." Hesitating just briefly he adds, "how does 50,000 sound?"

Stunned again, this time shocked by the figure, she blinks back at him. That's more than a year's salary, much more. Finally she manages to ask "50,000 for just one night?" conflicting thoughts of disbelief and indignity running through her mind.

"Well it would be for the weekend... and there'd be three of us," his voice completely nonchalant, still smiling at her.

Blinking again at his last statement, her thoughts become more jumbled. His gaze is so warm and enchanting, yet he'd just propositioned her like it was no big deal. And the money, how could someone afford that kind of money for a weekend fling? If she were to accept his offer, she'd be set, she could keep her job, and have a tidy little savings account, or even quit work and have an incredible extended vacation.

What was she thinking though, accept his offer? Is she crazy? Then again, he is very handsome, and looks like he is in incredible shape. She even has to admit that a part of her is intrigued by the notion, touching upon secret fantasies, even in it's outrageousness seeming a little erotic. No, how could she even think of that? With three of them, what would it be like? Again idle dreams of being embraced by two strong lovers percolating to the surface of her consciousness.

Lost in these wild thoughts, she's a little surprised to find his hand reaching out for her knee, resting gently there to touch her through the fabric of her pants. Confused, and feeling as if she's under a spell, she lets herself get momentarily lost in the depth of his hazel eyes.

Her mind still a jumble, she notices his hand trailing slowly up her leg, sending small shivers through her. It feels nice, warm and safe, romantic and sexy too, but finally the remaining vestiges of rational thought break through and awaken her, if only slightly.

"But... but why not just go to a prostitute? Why do you want me?" her voice betraying her uncertainty.

Smiling again, he answers, "most of them aren't very classy, not like you..." she feels herself get a little warmer at that. "Even the expensive ones," he continues, "they're nice, but they've seen it all. I prefer someone who's a little shy, but also excited by the idea... like you."

Finishing his explanation, his hand reaches up to stroke gently along her inner thigh. Her whole body seems to tingle at his touch, feeling the warmth increase, her mind becomes even more clouded, almost wanting desperately to lose herself to this handsome and stunning stranger.

Then, still smiling at her, he leans forward to softly kiss the tip of her nose. "So foxy, can I interest you in joining me for the weekend?"

Trying to sort through the hazy and jumbled feelings, she blurts it all out. "I don't know Mr. Robinson, you are very handsome and it does sound very sexy, and it's an awful lot of money... but I don't know if I can trust you or if I really want to do this...."

"I know foxy, but I can tell you're interested. You need the money, it'll keep you off the streets, and I do think you're very beautiful, and I would like very much to play with you this weekend."

Dully realizing he's right, that she really doesn't have anywhere else to turn, and that if things got worse she could even have to do this for some scumbag, and for a lot less, her decision sways a little more in his favor. Also, he is so handsome and persuasive, she almost wants to melt against his embrace.

"You can trust me foxy, I am a man of my word," he continues. "We will be playing with you, you'll be ours for the weekend. Now that doesn't mean that you won't enjoy it though, I think you will... I do confess to having a eccentric side to me, but it's all in fun, and there's no worry of anyone getting hurt, even in the slightest... I should also tell you I have a fondness for furries too."

His statements send a small shiver or two of alarm through her mind, but she mostly dismisses them. She is momentarily peeved about his interests for furries, thinking to herself that after fifteen years of progress, here's a fur fetishist out for a thrill. However, his closeness, his warm and bewitching gaze and smile, his soft touches, the kiss, and strange and exotic possibilities of what he's suggesting, all tug at her consciousness, further distracting her.

His hand on her thigh feels so nice. She's not a stranger to those touches, but with him it somehow feels new and exciting, another tiny tingle traveling through her. "And think what an adventure it will be..." he finally adds.

Seeing the flicker of interest in her eyes, he continues "I'll tell you what foxy, I'm a betting man, so I'll play you a hand of any game you choose. If you win, you keep the money, we can part company, and you'll have no obligations. And if you lose, you still get the money, but I get you, for the weekend that is," his smile broadening, but even with its lecherous undertones it's still warm and friendly.

This finally is enough to convince her, and she nods her head slightly, still lost in the situation. He kisses her on the nose again, and then standing, waits a couple of moments to help her up on her unsteady feet.

Allowing her to regain her balance, he takes her over to one of the nearby banking terminals. Reaching into his wallet, he retrieves his card and access his account, then nudging her out of her state of dreamy confusion, he takes her card to complete the transaction. Afterwards she accesses her own account, and true to his word the money is there. Even with her mind as cloudy as it is, she feels reassured, knowing that with the proven encryption system, there is now way to fake a transaction like that, and no matter what happens, her money problems are over.

For the moment she has bigger things on her mind though, as she walks with him into the busy casino. After a few moments of deliberation, she chooses black jack for the determination of her fate. Following him as he walks over to one of the tables, she sees him speak momentarily with the dealer, who nods in recognition, and departs, leaving them to their private game.

Sitting down in front of the table, she watches as he deftly cuts and shuffles the deck, her mind a melange of emotions. Then with bated breath she watches him deal the cards. Her first card is a two, while he draws a seven. Frowning slightly, she waits for the next deal. She's rewarded with a queen, while he only gets a four; darting a glance up at him, she smiles, a little shyly, but with a little confidence. She's also surprised when she realizes she doesn't know how she wants the game to turn out.

Pausing for a few moments, she finally lets the words "hit me" fall from her mouth, holding her breath as his hand slowly reaches for the deck. Turning the card over, drawing out the movement as long as possible, he finally sets it down next to her other two for them both to see.

The moment of realization seems to almost last forever, as she finally comprehends the meaning of the ten in front of her, finally having her decision made for her. Bringing her gaze up to look at him, feeling both nervous and excited, his only response is "bust," from his grinning lips.

His smile still warm, but satisfied, he takes her arm and escorts her out of the casino, past the lobby and out front to a waiting limousine. The driver is standing ready beside the large, gleaming white vehicle, and is quick to open the door for them into the plush burgundy interior. She momentarily feels out of place, next to this handsome and well-dressed man, in this luxurious car, with her only dressed in her economy, casual business wear of her dark blue dress pants and simple white blouse.

As the car engine purrs softly to life, and they pull away from the building, gliding gently down the brilliantly-lit streets, she becomes even more excited. Looking at her, and smiling yet again, he says "I'm glad that you came with me foxy. You're very pretty, and I hope we'll have a fun time together."

On the ride, leaving the city behind them, he is a perfect gentleman, putting his arm around her, but only caressing her side and shoulder. Then reaching into a small compartment under the seat, he retrieves a couple of glasses and a bottle. "Would you like some wine?"

Seeing her dubious expression he laughs and replies with "I've already got you for the weekend foxy, I don't need to get you drunk. I just thought you might enjoy it." Relaxing at this she takes the drink and sips at it, savoring its quality; then leaning against him, she sighs softly, deciding to enjoy the rest of the ride.

The time passes quickly, and they are soon at the entrance to his estate, stopping briefly for the gates in the high brick wall to silently open and admit them in. Once inside, it takes a several more minutes for them to reach his house, as she peers out into the darkness, marveling at the expanse of his little kingdom, feeling the nervous excitement tingling through her.

His mansion is no less impressive, fitting the expanse of the estate perfectly, large but not monstrously so, all lit up in the splendor of warm elegance. She gasps lightly at seeing it, but does not have much time to take in the scene, as they soon come to a stop and she is escorted in by his side; the limo pulling back into the darkness behind them.

Walking through the house, passing through several ornate and beautiful rooms, they finally stop in a luxurious, yet cozy sitting room. Turning to look at her, running his hands through her hair, lightly stroking her ear, then down the side of her face, he smiles. "Time to get you out of these clothes foxy."

His statement surprises her, as he'd been so courteous and indirect in the car, but understanding the situation, she gives him a gentle smile of her own. Then, not unwillingly, she begins to slowly undo the buttons of her blouse.

Chuckling at this, he replies, "no foxy, not that... not yet. What I meant is that I'd like you to change into something more appropriate for what I have planned. If you go into that room there, you'll find what I've had picked out for you."

Slightly bemused by his request, she enters the room, closing the door behind her, not really for modesty, but playing along with his wishes. Turning to the bed of what must be one of his guest rooms, she sees the attire he was referring to, letting out a small squeal of surprised delight.

For there on the bed lies a beautiful blue dress, its silken fabric adorned with pretty lace borders along the sleeves and bottom hem. Reaching out to touch the garment, her fingers glide along its sheer elegance; it's easily by far the best dress she's ever worn, and at the moment seems like the most wondrous one she's ever seen.

Beside the dress are a set of black lace bra and panties, she waste no time in removing her clothes, which pale in comparison to the costume he's provided for her.

Slipping into the undergarments, she turns to look at herself in the full-length mirror, admiring her reflection, the black lace a perfect contrast to the soft white fur running down the front of her, from her muzzle trailing down to her inner thighs. Gazing at herself, she feels the tingling excitement building within her once again, joined by a distinct erotic undertone.

The whole scene makes her feel sexy; the troubles of her stupidity at the casino long forgotten, she feels really good. A small part of her consciousness reminds her what he has in store for her, but she dismisses it eagerly. She'd been involved in these brief encounters before, they'd been fun and in one or two cases very intense; not to mention that Mr. Robinson was very good-looking, and also very sexy. She briefly remembers that he's paying for her affections, but the unbelievable amount, combined with the other dream-like aspects of the situation, and his warmth and charm all make it seem like a wonderful fantasy being fulfilled.

Even the thought of two other men joining him doesn't break the mood, instead making it a little hotter. Everything has such a strong fantasy setting to it, like being lost in the world of a romance novel, and the promise of testing out some of her hidden desires is very erotic. Running her hands down her sides, feeling her fingers glide through her fur, tiny tingles spasm through her; then realizing that he's waiting for her, she quickly puts on the dress.

The garment fits her almost perfectly, and the effect is stunning. The light blue of the fabric compliments her rich red fur, with the sleeves cut very short, exposing most of her arms, showing the beautiful transition to the black fur of the "gloves" running from her finger tips to just below her elbows. The neckline is cut in a liberal "V", exposing a fair amount of her white neck and cleavage, but still leaving enough to the imagination. The dress is tailored for furries, with a slit for her tail, and it ends a few inches below her knees, showing off the black "boot" fur of her plantigrade feet. She hadn't bothered to wear any shoes, as he didn't provide any, and her modest dress ones would be painfully out of place.

Finished admiring herself in the mirror, she turns and walks to the door, then after feeling a slight tinge of shyness, opens it and enters into the room, presenting herself to his appreciative gaze. His eyes quickly perusing her, he answers her silent question, "you look beautiful foxy;" again she feels the blood rush to her face.

"Do you like the dress I picked out for you?"

"Yes, very much... it's beautiful."

"Then I'll have another one made for you when you leave."

Stunned, she blurts out a "thank you."

"You're quite welcome foxy, it isn't any trouble, and you deserve something this beautiful... but there's still one thing missing." Then turning to a nearby table, he retrieves a black-leather choker, with a small green gem set in the front of it. Deftly clasping it around her neck, feeling the small shiver run through her as his hands touch her, he places a finger on her nose playfully. "There, that's better," her smile matching his.

"Now, it's about time that we get down to business," his smile still warm, but becoming slightly predatory.

"Have you ever heard about hunting foxy?"

"Ummm, you mean like for animals?" her voice confused, "I didn't think anyone did that anymore?"

"True, it's lost favor over the years, but that's not exactly what I was talking about. You see, I enjoy the thrill of the hunt, and I've come to enjoy a new variety of prey, and the challenges and rewards they offer..."

"You don't mean?" her eyes widening, another shiver passing through her.

"Yes foxy, I told you I was a little eccentric, and that I enjoyed the company of furries." Then putting his hand softly on her shoulder, "it's okay, it's not like a real hunt, more like a game, just for show. I told you we wouldn't hurt you and I'm true to my word, the greatest of care will be taken to make sure your safety is guaranteed."

"But, but I don't understand... why?"

"Indulgence of a fantasy foxy, you are so beautiful, the perfect melding of man and animal, sleek and sexy, I find it very attractive, and exciting. It's like a play foxy, all centered around you, and if you relax and go with it, I hope you'll enjoy it. It's very much like the noble fox hunting of the past, where the prize is the fox's beautiful pelt, though we enjoy it differently now," finishing with a wink.

Again her thoughts are muddled, his suggestion so perverse, but not without intrigue. Again he was singling out furries as a source of pleasure, but even now his demeanor was still warm enough to suggest that's not all he thought of her. Perhaps his ideas were just elaborate games for the bedroom, and she's reminded of her own fantasies. Still, the thought of being chased like that through the night, was more than a little unnerving, even if it was supposedly all in fun.

"You don't have to worry like that," he adds, reading her expression. "We've done this many times before, and it's perfectly safe... Come and see." With that he leads her towards the windows, flipping a switch on the wall. At once the back of his estate is lit by a multiple of lights, placed throughout its wide expanse, illuminating their surroundings with a soft glow.

Looking out the window, she observes the small forest he's created, with many different trees covering just about all of the field of view, placed close enough together to provide cover to hide in, but far apart, with their lower branches manicured to provide passage through them.

Smiling at her amazement, he turns his head towards her. "It's wonderful isn't it foxy? It was a lot work to create and maintain, but it's worth it. I keep the grounds carefully groomed, so you won't have to worry about getting your lovely feet cut on any rocks or fallen branches. It's all designed to allow easy movement for you to freely run and hide during the hunt, think of it as an elaborate game of hide and seek, with higher stakes involved."

Still confused, she looks at him as he slips a hand around her, trailing down her side, brushing past her breast, to rest at her waist. What had she gotten herself into? Was she up for this, and could she trust him? However, if he was going to hurt her, he could have easily done so already. Again he was making her feel very special, warm and sexy; she's a little surprised to find that part of her does indeed want this, more fantasies bubbling to the surface of her mind.

As if reading her building enthusiasm, he continues. "The game works like this: you get a fifteen minute head-start, where you can run anywhere inside the woods to hide; then the hunt begins. Now you know I'm a betting man foxy, so to make things interesting, for every ten minutes you elude us, an additional 10,000 will be deposited in your account, and if you can keep from being caught for a whole hour, you get the money and can leave with no strings attached."

Pausing he adds, "of course you can let yourself be found as soon as you want to, but I think we'd all have more fun with a suspenseful hunt. Afterall, we have plenty of time to play," he finishes with another wink.

Taking a couple of moments and lightly stroking at her side, reaching down to her buttocks, he parts the slit of her dress and gives the base of her tail a playful stroke. Feeling her reaction, he continues until he elicits the tiniest of gasps from her.

"There, now that you know the rules, we might as well begin foxy, okay?"

She finds herself nodding, then walking with him through the hallways, his hand still warmly against her butt, they come to the doorway leading out into the playing field.

As he opens it a slight breeze flows in, ruffling the fabric of her dress. The air is cool, but not uncomfortable, and it heightens her senses and adds to the scenery of the fantasy. Gazing out into the miniature forest, lit with an eerie and dreamlike quality, a few small shivers dance along her spine, mingling with the conflicting impulses within her.

Easing her through the doorway, he stands behind her a moment, before breaking the silence. "Here we are, you've got fifteen minutes until the hunt begins... Go and have fun with it." Then with a playful pat on her butt, he's gone, shutting the door behind him.

She stands there for possibly a minute, contemplating the situation, before walking forwards, daring to brave the forest. Entering the trees, the way is fairly easy, slipping between the spaces of the branches; her path lit by the pale lights, the thick grass soft on her padded feet.

Picking up the pace slightly, her dress making it difficult to move too quickly, she is soon far enough into the woods, so when she turns around the mansion is no longer visible. Trying to sort through her feelings, the nervousness and excitement, and the underlying erotic twinges, she continues moving forward.

Several minutes later, her thoughts are interrupted by the sounding of a single note, played from a brass horn, long and drawn out, low and eerily beautiful, sounding very noble: the hunt was on.

In the moments of silence afterwards, she can easily hear the deafening beat of her heart in her eardrums, her panting loud against the emptiness of the woods. Quickening her pace, her pulse racing, she soon comes to the brick wall separating his estate from the real world.

Stopping and staring at it, she reaches out a hand to touch the cool bricks, looking up at the rim, several feet above her head, the surface too smooth to climb. Glancing sideways along it, the gentle curvature of the wall is barely even noticeable, as it holds her in these woods, keeping her in the fantasy. Finally breaking from her brief reverie, she skirts along the wall for several hundred feet, before doubling back into the woods.

Time passes, perhaps half an hour gone by, both achingly slow with nervousness, and rushed in the excitement of her haphazard trailings through the woods. Her senses elevated, her mind keeps running over the situation of the game, trying to escape detection from the mysterious and unknown hunters out there stalking her; knowing full well what her capture will bring and tingling with excitement and apprehension.

As the time passes, however, and the elusive safety of the time-out draws nearer, she begins to calm down. Perhaps, just maybe, she can outwit them, afterall, the expanse of the estate is big enough for her to get lost in, at least for an hour, and they can't cover all of it in that amount of time. As her pace slows, still keeping some of her cautiousness, her thoughts return to the goal of the game; with a little smile, she wonders if she might like to stay and play anyway, even if she does win.

Her thoughts are quickly interrupted by a rustling off to the side behind her. Turning quickly, she sees a figure emerging from the branches between trees, stepping into the pale light. She is doubly surprised by the intrusion, for instead of a human which she expected, a German shepherd morph peers back at her.

Taking the instant her body needs to react, her eyes freeze a snap shot of her hunter, tall and strong, but not overly-muscular, his golden-brown and black body covered in a simple pair of shorts and an open vest, exposing the richness of his light chest fur. Standing there barefoot, his body is almost perfect, and were the situation different she would give him more than a simple once-over glance, but as it was, her body was reacting quickly to the infusion of adrenaline.

Starting to turn, she sees his mouth open slightly and pink tongue poking out; he reacts as quickly as she does, his eyes sparkling, yipping several excited barks from his muzzle.

Then she's off, with him in hot pursuit. She has the advantage of several feet on him, running with all the speed she can muster, but it's a loosing battle, his stronger legs obviously used to this kind of exercise.

Dodging through the branches of nearby trees, feeling them lightly scrape against her in several locations, the fabric of her dress develops small tears where it snags on the groping twigs. The sound of her breathing rasping loudly in her ears, she glances back to see him closing the distance. Trying a desperate move, she hooks her feet into the soft ground, pushing off and lunging off to her right, plowing through the branches of more trees, almost stumbling into the small clearing there.

Adjusting her body, gaining her balance with almost gymnastic skill, her eyes catch a flicker of motion to the left of her, slightly in front. Instinctively snapping her head towards the disturbance, she catches the sight of a second German shepherd closing in on her, his eyes locked onto her, his mouth open partway and panting excitedly, his canine ears standing at attention.

Choking back a gasp, her lungs beginning to burn, she tries to change direction once again, but in an instant he's upon her, clutching his strong arms about her, the momentum of their collision tossing them both to the ground where they land with a dull thud.

The world closing in on her, fighting back against breathlessness, the few moments stretch out endlessly, as she gradually becomes aware once more of the warm furry mass atop her, holding her firmly against the soft ground. Regaining her senses and strength, she struggles against him, useless as her arms are pinned by his weight.

Recovering his own breath, the shepherd looks down at her, a gleam in his eyes, tongue extended for his panting, but not without its lascivious intentions. A gentle brushing sound attracts her attention, as the first of her hunters reaches her, also panting, but managing to lick his muzzle in anticipation, his tail wagging behind him.

Staring up at him, her pulse racing, her eyes take in the sight of his body, now towering over her from the angle of her vantage point. Her mind ablaze with conflicting emotions, her eyes are drawn down his abdomen, to the prolific bulge of his excitement straining against the material of his shorts. Letting out a gasp as the shepherd above her begins sniffing at her neck, she watches the other slowly approach her.

Kneeling beside her, he throws his head back and lets out a barking howl, his vocal chords obviously practiced in the feat, as they perfectly mimic those of his cousins whom he'd been uplifted above. Pausing for a deep breath, he repeats the call, then again twice more.

Shortly, the branches of the clearing are parted with a good deal of rustling, the need for stealth no longer necessary. Looking up from her furry captors, her eyes rest on Mr. Robinson, dressed in authentic English riding attire, complete with knickers and boots, his short coat a brilliant red.

Walking to stand in front of them, observing the exotic tableau before him, he brings his gaze to rest on her, grinning with victory and expectation. "Well, I see the hunt has been successful." Then looking at the shepherd kneeling beside her, whose paw was tracing the rim of her muzzle, he asks "did you enjoy tracking our cute little foxy, Rex?"

His eager answer is "very much so, Mr. Robinson;" the first words either of the shepherds had spoken, breaking part of the illusion of their feral virility.

"Now foxy, let me introduce you to the boys, though I see they've already started getting acquainted," the line delivered with another playful wink. "This is T-Bone," placing his shoulder on the shepherd whom had tackled her, and had now risen to a kneeling stance above her. "And this is Rex," gesturing to the one on her other side.

"Come on boys, let's help her up," with that they both take a good grip on her arms, and stand up, easing her into a kneeling position; keeping a firm hold on her.

Smiling, Mr. Robinson continues, "you put up a very good chase foxy, eluding us for forty-seven minutes... but now the hunt is over, and as the victors, it's time for us to claim our prize.

Reaching out to stroke the tip of her pointed ear, chuckling as it flickers slightly, he runs his fingers through her auburn hair. Trailing down past her temple and over her cheek, delighting at the rich softness of her fur, his hands pause at her neck, her breathing bated as he studies her.

"Hmmm, let's take a look at the fox's pretty pelt, shall we?" again with the playful smile, full of confidence.

Grasping at the neckline of her dress, his hands are quick and strong, pulling the fabric apart roughly with a soft tearing sound. Feeling her shiver as he exposes the lacy fabric of her bra, he pushes the short sleeves down her arms, showing more of her white belly fur. His hands moving downward, tugging at the giving fabric, he doesn't stop until her garment is parted down the middle; the two shepherds releasing her just briefly to shred the remaining material on her arms.

The tattered remains of the dress falling behind her, she is clad simply in the leather choker, and the thin black fabric of her underwear, the red and white of her fur shining beautifully in the soft and dreamy light around them.

"You're beautiful foxy," as one hand finds her side, the other snaking around behind her head. Bringing his lips to her face, he kisses her again, this time on the muzzle, parting her thin black lips with hot insistence. Overwhelmed by his attentions, she responds, opening her mouth to him, her tongue finding his.

Lost in the kiss, she's still aware of his hands finding the clasp of her bra, stroking her spine there, then releasing the snap. Pulling back ever so slightly from her, still keeping his lips against her, he provides enough room for her bra to slip from her, with some assistance, his warm hand then finding her breast.

At the same time, the shepherds are becoming more involved, as she feels T-Bone's hot breath on her neck, and Rex's playful nipping on her ear. Lost in the moment, small tingles running throughout her, it all feels so erotic, surrounded by these handsome and sexy males, the center of their attentions.

Feeling Mr. Robinson's hands move from cupping her breasts, with a final teasing touch over her nipple, her shivers follow his fingers as they play down her belly. Skating the rim of her panties, then traveling down the sides of the garment, he strokes at her inner thighs, and is rewarded by her opening her legs wider to him.

Easing off on their kiss, he pulls his head away, leaving her panting slightly, her eyes locked on him intently. Then placing his hands behind her, running fingers over the curves of her butt to tease at the base of her tail, he finally rips the lacy fabric, releasing her to the cool night air.

Rising from his crouched position, he steps back to look at her, now exposed to them, naked save for the choker decorating her neck. His eyes travel down her body, pausing at her firm breasts, her pink nipples erect, poking through the soft white fur. Then following the gentle slope of her belly down to her pussy he smiles, seeing the lightly-furred lips of her labia exposed and very wet.

As he had ceased his ministrations, the shepherds had been all too eager to attend to her, as Rex is now licking at her muzzle, with T-Bone having moved his mouth to her breast, lapping contentedly, to the soft sighs of her obvious approval. Both of them still have their grip on her arms, but have released it slightly, keeping it there as a gentle reminder.

As he's stepping out of his boots, Mr. Robinson watches the second shepherd nibble lightly at her nipple. Feeling his excitement build, he is still deliberate with his undressing, making sure she's watching him, first removing his elegant coat with a smile.

Finally, as he's dropping his underwear, the other two males ease off from their attentions. Knowing what to do, they both lead her hands down and in front of her, bringing her down to all fours.

Looking up at the human as he approaches, her mouth open expectantly, she eyes his erection as he kneels in front of her. Extending her soft canine tongue, she licks at his flesh, giving him a single teasing lap along the underside, from the base to the tip of the head; her taste buds catching the hint of his essence beading there.

"Mmmm, that's a good foxy," his hand running through her hair.

He let's her pluck his sensitive nerves this way for a couple of minutes, until his cock is slick with her saliva, but when she opens her mouth to take him, he stops her. "Not yet foxy," his voice gentle but commanding, also revealing his excitement. Backing up to place a playful finger on her nose, trailing down her muzzle, he smiles once more, then moving behind her.

Trailing his hands down her body once again, brushing his thumbs over her spine, touching her sides with his fingertips, he brushes by her breasts, reaching her hips. Then taking her bushy tail, he strokes it with both hands, from the base to the pretty white patch of fur at its tip. Slipping his fingers in between her buttocks, teasing the area under the base of her tail, she lets out a moan, hiking her hips, raising her tail to expose her sex to him.

Grabbing onto her hips, he slips inside her, giving her the release they'd been building up to. Moaning again, louder this time, she closes her eyes and pushes back against him, panting in time with their movements.

A gentle hand at her muzzle catches her attention, and she opens her eyes to see Rex, now naked in all his glory, kneeling in front of her. Opening her mouth to him, he sighs as her soft wetness closes over the pink cock extending from his furry sheath.

Being taken from both ends, as Mr. Robinson grunts softly behind her, and the shepherd in front of her yips at her ministrations, her whole body tingles with erotic energy. It's incredible, not just physically, though the human thrusting into her is very skilled, but it's also being the focus of these two male's attentions, sandwiched between them, she feels so hot and sexy.

Shortly, Mr. Robinson's thrusts become quicker and more desperate, and with a low, moaning grunt, he climaxes inside her; following suit, Rex soon begins his own spasms, flooding her with his musky essence, which she swallows eagerly.

Recovering, their breathing slowing down to normal, they both pull out of her, her pussy quivering at the sensations; with a playful pat on her butt, Mr. Robinson leaves her, moving off to the side. Rex, obviously ready for more, moves behind her, while T-Bone taking the cue crawls to her mouth.

Letting her lick at the tan fur of his balls and sheath, before moving to the pink skin of his sex, the shepherds then mount her simultaneously, T-Bone slipping his cock into her mouth as she moans in pleasure.

Watching the two shepherds take her from both ends, Mr. Robinson smiles, feeling the fire returning to his loins. Absently stroking his erection, he's intent on the scene before him, the three furries lost in each other, looking so wild, also so human; the whole scene strongly erotic.

Waiting patiently for them to finish, each with subdued howls, mainly for effect, he finally takes his place at her mouth, T-Bone eagerly moving behind her. Letting her catch her breath, he gently strokes the back of her neck and the shepherd teases her lips with the head of his glistening cock.

Taking the human in her mouth, she pushes back against the shepherd entering her. With the shepherd riding her as hard as he can manage, she focuses her energy on the cock in front of her, grunting from the effort, but still enjoying the attentions, the spasms of her third climax washing over her.

Her efforts pay off, as she brings Mr. Robinson to his own climax, his salty fluids spilling over her tongue. After he withdraws and she licks him clean, T-Bone is still busy working on her. Feeling another wave of pleasant exhaustion hit her, she drops her shoulders, resting her head on the soft ground, panting, her tongue hanging out of her mouth.

Holding firmly onto her hips, the shepherd continues to ride her while the other two males look on. Finally surging into her, he throws his head back, his eyes fluttering and his mouth falling open in a silent gasp.

While T-Bone takes a short breather, Mr. Robinson gently rolls her onto her back, her body laid out before him. Stroking her muzzle, he watches her eyes open and look at him, she manages a tired and happy smile.

"That was wonderful foxy, did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes," still panting slightly, "thank you."

"You're very welcome, and thank you... You're a very beautiful and energetic partner."

As he moves his hand downward, cupping one of her breasts once again, she sighs and closes her eyes. Bringing his other hand to play along her thighs, he slips into her, chuckling slightly as she gasps.

Working a couple of fingers into her, he rubs her slowly and gently for several minutes, then slipping out, and trailing downward to the pucker of her anus. Teasing her opening, she gasps as he presses his fingertip into her. The tingles of sensation are new but pleasant, so she lets him continue, feeling a enjoyable sleepy feeling envelope her.

Taking his time, he finally works a finger into her, pleased by her reactions, feeling the tightness gradually loosen up. After several more minutes he finally leans forward and whispers, "there, I think you're ready for us."

Aroused from her dreaminess, she opens her eyes to look at him, surprised by his suggestion, becoming a little more nervous as she sees the two shepherds in the background, T-Bone happily rubbing lubricant on Rex's cock, with him smiling in approval.

"Shhh foxy, you can trust me... We won't hurt you" his voice soft and caring once again. A moment later, while easing his finger out of her, feeling her shiver, he leans over to kiss her nose.

Watching him get up, making room for Rex to kneel in front of her, she lets the shepherd lift her legs, hooking her feet behind him, holding onto her thighs. Looking up at him, her thoughts are again confused, clouded by a happy tiredness, but still feeling hot and sexy at his touch. Laying there, sinking into the soft ground, she surrenders herself to him once again, trusting and convinced by the erotic sparks rekindling in her.

Closing her eyes, she sighs as he pushes against her, easing his way in. Her exhaustion has left her relaxed and thanks to Mr. Robinson's careful attentions it's an easy entrance; Rex lets out his own gasp as he feels her hot tightness surround him.

Moving slowly, allowing her to get accustomed to the sensations, he slowly builds up speed, his breathing becoming more labored, his tongue hanging out of his mouth in abandon. Meanwhile, she has given into the tiredness, and is in the peaceful state between waking and sleep, the strange sensations building within her, plateauing in small waves of gentle pleasure.

Looking down at her, the sight of her laid out before him, lost in the pleasure drives Rex onward, finally shuddering as the slow waves of his orgasm pass through him, his climax filling her bowels.

T-Bone is next to take her, with Mr. Robinson finishing it. By that time she is almost completely asleep, a happy and contented smile across her muzzle.

Catching his breath, he finally stands, turning to the two shepherds. "So boys, did you have a good time tonight?" his smile already knowing the answer.

"You bet we did," T-Bone answers, with Rex nodding in agreement, a grin of his own across his muzzle. "She's definitely a hot one... You sure do know how to pick them."

Chuckling, he replies "yes she was very fun," as they start dressing, "I'm glad I found her when I did."

Pulling on his pants he adds, "we'll let her get a good night's sleep, and I'll have Lucy look in on her in the morning, to get her a warm bath and breakfast."

He nods to Rex, who taking the cue bends down and gently picks up the sleeping vixen. She moans softly as his arms surround her, curling her warm body against his.

Smiling at this, Mr. Robinson slips into his boots, finishing with "then tomorrow afternoon, I think we'll see what she's up for. Afterall, she'll be staying with us for the whole weekend... and with how much she seems to be enjoying herself, we might be able to convince her to stay on longer with us..."


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