The Thrill of the Hunt

By Silver Sheep

The bright full moon hung overhead. The crunch of paw pads treading over pine needles pierced the silent night air. The black wolf was moving at a frantic pace. His thick pink tongue hung out his open mouth. He ran a few more steps before pressing his back against the trunk of a pine tree and tried to catch his breath. His breaths came out in wheezing pants for several minutes.

As the moments passed he regained his energy. He set off in a jog bounding over tree roots and dodging low hanging branches. A new sound pierced the night it was a pump of mechanical legs sprinting through the forest. He knew he couldn’t outrun the hunter. The black wolf let out a defeated sigh. The wolf came to a slow stop as the sound of pumping of servos came closer. He placed his hand paws on his head in surrender. As he heard his hunter approach, he couldn't help but tremble.

“Jay, trying to escape again? You don't even wear your uniform when you escape anymore. It's like you anticipate your recapture,” came a mechanical voice.

Jay didn’t answer. His ears drooped down laying flat atop his head and his lupine tail planted firmly over his tail hole. He could hear the machine slow down to a walking pace and walk up slowly behind him. The wolf’s body tensed expecting the rough grab of powerful hand paws locking around his arms. Instead, a set of rubbery hand paws wrapped around his torso from behind hugging him gently. It was a warm embrace like from a lover. It threw him off guard.

“I am glad that you surrendered this time. I’ll still have to punish you for trying to escape, but I see you are learning that it’s better to comply. It's better to stay in the camp and stop this foolishness,” said Jay’s hunter.

Jay could feel the torso of the hunter suit sliding open behind him. He knew what would come next. Despite himself, Jay whimpered as the powerful arms hooked under his arms and lifted him as one would a plush toy. He felt his foot paws lowered into the hunter suit. Jay knew all too well some of the punishments that were in store for him. The bright red tip of his canine cock had already slipped out into the fresh night air. He hated how his body was responding as if he liked this treatment. Did part of him wanted to be captured, did he secretly enjoy being hunted down like a feral wolf? He shook his head of those uncomfortable thoughts even as his body betrayed what he was truly feeling.

A few days later in a nearby town, a very different creature was enjoying breakfast. Vivid crunched the tasty bacon and toast in his mouth chewing and savouring the taste. He looked around the dinner. It was a slice of rural charm. He was sitting in a booth in the dinner with a checkered tile floor, large windows and panelled wood walls. The fox was exploring the country and having a bit of an escape. He took another bite of his breakfast.

Vivid’s mouth turned into a frown as a German shepherd police officer entered the dinner. Vivid enjoyed this country, but the recent changes to the laws have made it a much more oppressive place. He returned to his breakfast not paying the officer any attention.

Vivid should have been more concerned because unbeknownst to him the police officer's bodycam had scanned the faces of the furs in the dinner. The fox's biometric information was sent in and compared to the entries in the national criminal database as well as the visa and immigration department. It was quite an invasive system, but jingoism and being hard on crime won votes, so it was all made legal.

Back in the local police station, a warning popped up on the computer screen. It was an arctic fox on the wanted list. The female dispatcher read the notice and keyed in the radio for Toby, the officer in the dinner. Meanwhile back in the dinner, Vivid was slipping a folded banknote under his plate. He looked up as a radio squawked on the police officer's person. It gave out a numeric code, but from the suspicious look, the German shepherd gave him the fox had the instinct the message was regarding him.

Vivid took advantage of a group of four sheep getting up and leaving to get up and head towards the back of the restaurant. The officer grunted as his path was blocked. Vivid slipped out into a hallway. There was a backdoor near the restrooms he pushed it open and jogged across the parking lot. The police officer burst out the back door as Vivid made his way to the other side of the lot.

“Hey, you halt!” commanded the German shepherd.

Vivid made his choice, perhaps the wrong one, but it was to run. The chase was on. Vivid ran towards the forest and straight inside the tree line. The fox was quite the runner and soon found he was outpacing his pursuer. A pang of guilt hit the fox’s chest. He wasn’t a criminal, but now he was running from the local police. That was a crime in and of itself. How was he going to get back to his hotel?

Toby clicked on his radio. He wasn’t about to chase after a fleet pawed fox through the woods when he knew the department had the right tool for the job. Another part of the harsh policing program was autonomous policing and fugitive hunter suit program. The fugitive fox may have escaped for now, but soon he would have a personal hunter suit on his trail.

Vivid had been running for about twenty minutes. He slowed down and came to a stop. He was panting hard, but he had not seen any sign of the police dog for quite some time. Vivid looked around the forest. The pine trees towered around him; they had an almost overpowering scent. Under his paws were pine needles, tan and brown covering the landscape. A breeze blew across the landscape.

Vivid hid behind a tree. The fox looked around checking again that he had lost his pursuer. After he was satisfied that he had lost the police dog, Vivid began walking. He wasn't sure where he was going, but the fox was sure he would soon find out the way back towards town. Vivid was glad that he had escaped. Crimes were severely punished in this country.

He began to wreck his mind about why the German Shepherd police dog was after him. He didn't own a car in this country so it couldn't have been a parking violation. He was confident that his tourist visa was in order. He still had two weeks remaining on it. Perhaps it would have been better to talk out the problem instead of doing a runner. Vivid cut that thought short because it was much too late to make that choice.

For approximately half an hour Vivid walked through the forest. The trees spread like a green sea over the horizon. It was beginning to become clear that he was very lost. A new sound came up from behind Vivid. It shook him from his thoughts. His pointed pink tipped vulpine ears instinctively rotated towards the source of the noise. It's sounded like a large animal perhaps it was a bear or hopefully a less dangerous creature like an elk. As it came closer, it sounded more like a machine casting the sound of servos pumping rhythmically into the air.

When he turned his head, what greeted the fox's gaze was nothing like what he had expected. Standing at one third taller then he was an anthropomorphic coyote made of black rubber. At least it was a fur dressed in a coyote themed advanced biohazard suit. The suit's mask had two filters built into each side of the integrated gas mask. It had a green coloured shaded visor and a pair of black pointed ears matching the rest of the suit. The front of the suit had a zipper running down the centre of its chest stopping just above the crotch. It stood on digitigrade legs like most canine creatures.

The suit, or more precisely whoever was inside seemed to be regarding him. Vivid felt a shudder overcome his body. Why was this guy out here? The suited stranger moved forward as if they were hunting him. At least that was the instinctual opinion that Vivid's unconscious mind was almost screaming at him. Vivid's maw dropped open as he struggled to find his voice even just a greeting. He backed away slowly as a large rubber coyote suit moved closer.

“I'm glad that I have found you, Douglas, even arctic foxes like you can get very lost out here.” said the person inside the coyote.

The voice of the suit’s wearer sounded distorted. His voice sounded like it was computer generated or synthesised speech. Incredibly it didn't sound muffled as one would expect from a creature wearing a gas mask. It took a few moments for Vivid to register what the person had said.

“I'm Vivid, I'm glad I ran into you I was going for a walk, and I've gotten a little lost,” said the Arctic fox.

The coyote suit pounced forward. It happened in a flash and Vivid had no time to react. Its black rubbery hand paws locked around both of Vivid's arms. Whoever was inside was incredibly strong; it held him in a vice-like grip. Vivid was more shocked than anything his body went stiff as a board as he tensed up. The coyote didn't hurt him. Its grip wasn't painful, but it was insistent.

“Now, Douglas, your games won't work with me. I have your biometric data, so there's no point in playing dumb,” said the coyote.

Vivid gave his arms a sharp tug to try and free himself from this creature's grasp. He kicked at the creatures torso. He even tried to push off with both his legs. The biohazard suit's rubbery surface merely squeaked as Vivid's foot paws kicked at it. In a sudden movement, the coyote let go of the fox's arms only to grab the front of his shirt. In a blisteringly fast movement, the coyote swiped open his shirt, ripping it open.

Vivid's shirt got cut into two the whole front of his shirt got torn from his body in mere seconds. Vivid jumped backwards getting out of the range of the coyote's swiping claws. He turned and ran; it was more of a sprint. Within a few seconds, Vivid could hear sounds of mechanical servos pumping. It was the coyote. The fox could hear the hostile creature closing behind him.

By now, Vivid's adrenaline had kicked in, and he pushed himself to move even faster. He brushed past branches, and he curved his body past tree trunks. He selected a downhill route to add to his speed. Behind him, the coyote crashed through branches as if they were twigs. The pumping of the machine's servos filled the fox's ears. Then suddenly a sizeable rubbery hand paw clamped down on the scruff between Vivid’s shoulder blades. The coyote lifted him quickly, and with its free hand paw, it hooked under Vivid's belt and underwear in the section just above his fox tail.

It wrenched up his belt and underwear waistband in a sharp movement. A giant snap echoed through the forest as the coyote snapped the back of Vivid's belt, pants and underwear just above his tail. With that obstacle out of the way, the coyote wrenched down Vivid's pants and underwear tearing them from his body. Vivid twisted and flailed in the air. His vulpine tail locked down over his exposed rear trying to cover his modesty.

The sound of a zipper opening came from behind Vivid. The first thought that came to Vivid's mind was that he was about to be raped by this coyote clad individual. Vivid whimpered as he pulled towards the creature, but instead of being violated, he plunged inside a very hollow coyote suit. There had been no one inside. The suit was an autonomous machine.

The coyote suit pushed Vivid inside. First, it fed Vivid's legs down into the leg holes. It made sure to add his tail to a tail sleeve purposely built into the back of the suit. Vivid's arms gripped at the opening of the suit's torso and tried to pull himself forward, but the suit's powerful arms merely plucked Vivid's hand paws from their grip. The rubber squeaked as Vivid's hand paws lost purchase on the smooth black rubber. The suit forced his arms into its sleeves one after the other.

Vivid tried to throw his weight forward to free himself, but the suit grabbed his chest and pushed his head upwards into the helmet. The coyote's gas mask helmet got filled with Vivid’s pointed vulpine muzzle. Despite his cries of protest, the coyote suit continued to make sure Vivid was seated correctly inside. As Vivid heard the suit's zipper pulling itself closed he made a last-ditch attempt to wiggle free. His body couldn't fight the strength of the artificial muscles of the rubber construct. It held him in place and jostled him throwing him off balance.

As soon as the zipper closed, Vivid found himself back in control of his limbs. The first thing the fox did was reach for the suit's zipper, but as soon as his fingers touched the zipper, pain shot down Vivid's spine. His whole body convulsed as he got effectively tasered. He fell to his knees and let out a pained cry from behind the coyote's helmet. It took a few moments for the fox to recover from this initial shock. He reached for the zipper again this time more slowly. He was greeted by the same shock causing him to scream out in agony.

Vivid had learnt his lesson and didn't try to re-access the zipper. It took a few moments to recover from the latest electrical shock. Whatever this coyote suit was it was dangerous. He would have to figure out a way to take it off sooner rather than later. Vivid stood up and brushed himself down. He was inside the coyote suit, and it was responding to his movements.

He could hear his breathing coming out through the gas mask filters in the headpiece of the coyote suit. The suit itself was made up of some thick rubbery material. Despite how thick it was he could still move his limbs just as well as he could when he was wearing regular clothes. Vivid looked down and saw the rags that remained of his street clothes. Even if he had been able to remove this suit, he would be left naked.

Now it seems that he needed the help of law enforcement after all. He felt it best to head back into town and try and get some help. He started walking in a direction that seems as good as any other. Hopefully, he could work out where it was going. However, he couldn't have taken more than a few steps before the coyote suit locked up and froze in place.

“You are heading in the wrong direction. I am taking you back to camp, Douglas,” said the suit.

“I'm not Douglas. My name is Vivid. Why have you abducted me? I didn't do anything wrong,” said the fox.

"I haven't abducted you. I have recaptured you because you tried to escape Douglas. Now please turn around and head west," said the coyote suit.

Vivid felt the frustration that one does when trying to talk to a customer service representative at the phone company but only speaking with machines that didn't understand speech and repeated back the wrong phrase every time. The hold of the suit was unyielding he couldn't overpower it. It wasn't the case of being slowed down. The suit had him frozen in place like a statue.

The fox nearly fell forward when the coyote suit released him from his mid-stride pose. He groaned inside the helmet and faced what he perceived to be west. After walking a little way, Vivid confirmed he must have guessed right because he wasn't stopped by the suit again. He decided to try and get more information out of this machine. It thought he was a person named Douglas. Perhaps he should ask about this Douglas person.

“Hey, If I’m Douglas what have I done to deserve this treatment?” asked Vivid.

“You have been charged with overstaying your tourist visa by two weeks. You are being held until the Department of Immigration and Naturalisation can deal with your case,” explained the suit.

Vivid suddenly remembered that his wallet, hotel room key and his passport had been all left in the discarded remnants of his clothes. The commotion of his capture had made the importance of his travel documents leave his mind until now.

The fox turned around to try and head back to where his identity documents were, but again the suit locked up tight and Vivid couldn't move at all.

“Hey, I know how I can prove that I'm not Douglas. I have a passport and photo-id, but they were in my pants back there. You must let me go back so we can sort this out together,” Vivid said.

"That's a lie. Your personal belongings are at the local Sheriff's office. I'm taking you back to camp, and that's it," said the suit.

Vivid whined in protest, but it didn't affect the unthinking machine. The coyote released its grip. Vivid reluctantly turned back around and began to walk where the suit wanted him to go. After about ten minutes, Vivid had picked up on when his coyote suit wanted to direct his movements. It would give him a slight nudge signalling which way he should walk. If he changed course, he would avoid the awkwardness of being frozen in place.

Surely this identity crisis would be resolved when they arrived at this camp. Vivid assumed it was a refugee detention centre going by what the suit had said about overstaying visas and the like. It definitely wouldn't be a summer camp. What worried the fox the most was that his identity documents and passport were lost randomly in the forest. Sure they would work out he wasn't the escaped prisoner, but he would have a hard time proving who he was.

Surely he didn't look like a random arctic fox. He had some very unique features and fur colourations. He had pink ear tips, and green tipped bangs. It was his natural fur colour so surely this Douglas didn't look exactly like him. What kind of country send automated suits to hunt down people like animals? Not only that but the darn thing couldn't even tell two different foxes from one another.

 As Vivid trudged in the direction the machine made him go, he noticed something different. The overall scent inside the suit was one of rubber much like kitchen gloves. It blocked out the scents of the forest. It was the main overpowering scent he could smell since his confinement in this contraption. Now, there was a different scent. It was a weird scent somewhat earthy, something primal, kind of ageless in a way. What concerned Vivid the most was the effect this new scent was having on his body.

He could feel his cheeks warm up. Not only that, his whole body underwent a hot flush running up and down his spine. Vivid could feel his loins beginning to heat up. He tried to ignore the sensation; it was the last thing he needed in this circumstance. He had begun to pant slightly inhaling more of that beautiful scent into his muzzle and nose. He did his best to try and keep his composure, but his maleness had a mind of its own.

Vivid now had a new problem. His erection had grown so much that now, his tapered canine cock was brushing against the inner lining of the crotch of the suit. It wasn't an unpleasant stimulation, but it was inconvenient to pop a significant boner given the context of current events. He hoped that the machine couldn't detect erections even one's poking inside its soft, velvety inner lining. He would have to get a hold of himself. It wasn't the first time he had a random boner, and he was sure that it would go away by itself just given time.

Vivid's boner wasn't going away. He had guessed it was around fifteen minutes since he had become fully erect and his sexual excitement wasn't going away. Vivid was forced to inhale whatever was inside the suit with him. He couldn't smell the outside world, so this must have been something produced by the suit. He could feel his pulse thundering in his chest, and now he was panting loudly despite only going at a walking pace. 

He put up a valiant effort not to touch his crotch, but he just had to adjust himself at least that's what he justified it as in his mind. He reached down slowly moved his hand paw and gently squeezed at the tip of his tapered penis. Vivid squeezed himself for much longer than necessary, but eventually, he let go. He planted the paw that he had adjusted himself with firmly on his thigh and squeeze down hard. He wanted to squeeze elsewhere, but that's where he allowed himself to grasp.

Over the next five minutes, Vivid adjusted himself three more times. Each lasting longer than the last. He could feel the inside of the suit was slick and damp with his precum that had been profusely leaking adding to the pleasant feeling of the inner lining. He began to think about how easy it would be to rub himself. That soft, slick inner lining of the suit could help take care of this problem and nip it in the bud. The strong scent was still hung thick inside his gas mask.

Deep down Vivid knew he shouldn't debase himself. However, the logical part of his mind got overridden by his primal reptile-like brain seeking only sexual gratification. Vivid stopped walking his hand paws went to his crotch instantly. Despite the two layers of thick rubber muting some of the sensations he was able to stimulate himself with some firm rubbing. Rubber squeaked against rubber as Vivid fondled his balls and rubbed the oblong shaped lump that had formed at the crotch of the coyote suit.

"Oh yeah!” Vivid said aloud.

Vivid traced the outline of his vulpine penis with two of his fingers pressing deeply at either side of the lump. His actions pressed the rubber closer to his twitching erection. With his other hand paw, he fondled and squeezed his tight testicles giving them gentle squeezes. It was delightful how the inside of the suit felt. The rubbery inner lining was buttery smooth, and given the amount of precum dampening his crotch, his cock glided across the suit's crotch with ease.

“Having a touch and clutch are we?” asked the coyote suit in a playful tone that Vivid didn't expect from a machine.

Vivid was too deep into his masturbation session to reverse his current course of action. The shame of being caught masturbating didn't affect him at all. The fox just nodded in reply. He was confessing to the machine that he was taking care of his very primal needs. He hoped the machine would grant him a moment of release and not try to intervene.

Vivid had picked up his pace. He was rubbing himself eagerly and moaning softly inside his helmet. Whatever that scent was it made him feel like he had been locked up in chastity for at least a year and finally let free. He needed this. He needed this release. He could hear the sounds of the rubber squeak as he continued to rub and pleasure himself. The huff and puff of his breath coming in and out of the filters of the gas mask completed the squeaks.

Not much long after that Vivid started to work, work his hips rolling them into his touch. He was enhancing the stimulation now coming from both his hands and hips pressing and stroking at the sensitive flesh of his fox rod. He could feel his orgasm building. His desperate clutches and grasping hand paws became erratic as he could feel the orgasm building at the base of his cock. Vivid pumped himself frantically for the last few moments before he felt he had pushed his lust over the edge.

He let go of his crotch as he felt his massive orgasm thundering up. He could feel the intense pulses of his seed pulse into the suit. Pulse after pulse they went coating his crotch area in his thick fox cream. It was a beautiful feeling. A weight got lifted from his mind. Vivid could feel his gooey cream begin to slide down between his thighs following gravity. The smooth rubber of the inside of the coyote suit didn’t absorb any of his cum as it began to drip downwards. A lot of it splashing into his fur.

The fox began walking towards where the coyote suit wanted him to go. The smell had dissipated all that was left was the scent of his release. For the next few minutes, it seemed that this suit was finished toying with him. Vivid hoped they were nearly at their destination. They had been walking for some time, and he was starting to get tired.

Vivid didn't have to wait long. The captive fox came into a clearing. On the other side were some single storey buildings. They looked like several rows of barracks, long wooden structures with sheet metal roofs. Vivid could see some people milling about near one of them. A black wolf, an arctic fox and a tabby cat. They were wearing orange jumpsuits.

This must be the camp thought Vivid. It was strange that it didn't have walls or even a perimeter fence. It was just suddenly there in the wilderness. Vivid walked closer until he was near the group of furs. The coyote suit took control of Vivid's hands and zipped itself open. The fox was expecting a zap, but the suit didn't shock him again.

"Here we are at Camp Jericho. There's a jumpsuit inside this cabin for you," said the coyote suit.

Vivid wormed his way out of the coyote suit and promptly fell flat on his face as he climbed out. The black wolf came over and helped him up.

"You haven't been inside a hunter suit before, have you?" asked the wolf as he offered his hand paw to the fox.

"No," said Vivid as he dusted himself off.

Vivid covered his nakedness with his arms, but he couldn't cover his musky smell.

"I'm Jay by the way," the black wolf introduced himself.

Vivid studied the wolf. He was a robust looking creature with strong muscles peeking out from behind his jumpsuit. Vivid had felt his strength while he was being helped up. He had jet black fur that looked neatly combed and a trustworthy face.

"Vivid," the fox replied finally.

"There is a shower and a fresh set of clothes that you can change into inside this cabin," said Jay.

Vivid didn't stick around outside; he felt the eyes of the other two creatures on him. He went inside climbing up some stairs. This cabin looked like the group shower and change room of the camp. There was a set of shelves on one side with neatly folded jumpsuits stacked on them. The other side of the room had a divider behind which he assumed where the showers. Vivid was going to get this sorted out, but first, he had to shower and dress.