The Thrill of the Hunt: Part II

By Silver Sheep

Vivid was not having a good day. First, he had fled from the police and then got hunted down by a living latex hunter suit only to end up in some strange immigration detention centre. The fox would have to find someone in charge and straighten all this out. He had more pressing problems. He was nude and covered in his own cum. His encounter with the coyote hunter suit had been very stimulating. Thankfully the coyote hunter suit had dumped him near a communal shower room. He had to shower and change before anything else. He had been left this way by a hunter suit. Dumped in front of other furs covered in his own excitement. The rubbery suit had done a number on him.

While the concept of hunter suits didn't disturb Vivid too much, being their prey was a different matter. He turned on the water to the shower and began to wash his body. There was a bar of soap available, and he made use of it. It was good to have some time to think. Vivid made sure that he was completely clean. He rinsed the soap from his body and turned on the fur dryer that this shower had.

A blast of air blew down from a powerful fan in the ceiling, eventually warming up to a comfortable temperature. Vivid raised his hands in the air and waved about letting the air rush over his body. It took about seven minutes before Vivid's fur was completely dry. He stepped out of the shower and took a look at the uniform that he was supposed to wear.

It was a standard institutional prison outfit. A plain white singlet and underwear and an orange jumpsuit. Vivid didn't want to be a prisoner, but he had no other choice in clothes seeing that the ones he had been wearing were ripped from his body, so he picked up the prisoner outfit. He put on his clothing reluctantly but in the end, his desire to be clothed again won out. They were clean and were in his size, so there was that.

Vivid took stock of the other creatures that he had seen at the camp so far. There was a tabby cat, arctic fox and the black wolf named Jay. Out of all the others, Jay had been the most helpful. Jay had supplied Vivid with the name of the camp, Camp Jericho. It was a strange name for a camp that, as far as he could see, had no walls. Camp Jericho didn't even have a chain-link fence. Perhaps the perimeter fence was further out, but he had not seen it on the way to the camp although he had been a bit distracted at the time.

Vivid left the communal bathroom area and took a step out into the camp itself. The only creatures he had seen so far were the other inmates he hadn't seen anyone wearing a guard uniform or carrying the authority of officialdom. The fox thought his best bet was to ask Jay who was in charge and if he could speak to them. The ground inside the camp was mostly dirt but had concrete path connecting the buildings.

He stepped around the corner of the building and saw that Jay was still hanging around. Granted, there was not much else to do when you were a prisoner. Vivid was glad that this wolf was friendly. The muscular wolf turned to face the fox as he approached. His jet black fur gleamed in the light where it puffed out of his jumpsuit.

"Where are the guards? I need to explain that there's been a mistake," Vivid asked.

"You've already met one of them," said Jay.

"No, I meant the warden or one of the flesh and blood guards," said Vivid.

"There's no flesh and blood guards only the machines," said Jay.

"There has to be a real creature running the show," said the fox.

"Not that I've seen, this camp is fully automated. There are several hunter suits of different species. They operate on a semi-random schedule with patrols of the perimeter, tracking of any escapees and deliveries of food and consumables," explained Jay.

"How many people are here, surely there is someone in charge?" asked Vivid.

"There was only the three of us until you showed up. Myself, Douglas and Hammond," said the black wolf.

The name Douglas jumped out at him immediately. It was the name the coyote hunter suit had called him by. Was he the same Arctic Fox he had seen on the way in?

"Is Douglas the Arctic fox that I saw when I arrived? The hunter suit had called me by that name," asked Vivid.

"Yeah, that's his name," answered the wolf.

That was all the fox needed, Vivid took off towards where he had last seen the cat and the fox. He had to talk to Douglas and find out what he was here for or perhaps why the hunter suit thought he was the same creature. Vivid quickly found the other Arctic fox standing outside a doorway to what looked like a sleeping barracks.

"Hello, I'm Vivid. Jay told me you were Douglas," said Vivid.

The other fox was looking him up and down as he spoke. Having a closer look at him Vivid couldn't justify the mistaken identity. This fox had pale blue eyes, none of Vivid's pink markings on the country he was a pure white utterly devoid of markings as far as he could see. His body was still hidden mostly by his jumpsuit.

"That's right," said Douglas.

Douglas didn't seem too impressed with Vivid coming up and chatting with him. He regarded Vivid intensely. It looked like he didn't trust him.

"The hunter suit kept calling me by your name. It must have been a mistake; it must have been why it captured me," said Vivid.

Douglas's disposition went from icy to frozen in moments.

"I don't know what are you on about. I don't have anything to do with your capture, and I don't appreciate your insinuation that I did," said Douglas, his eyes narrowing on Vivid.

Vivid decided to back off he wasn't getting anywhere with this fox and didn't want to make enemies. Surely having to Douglas's would be proof that something was wrong. He had to find the coyote hunter suit again. Vivid walked around the small camp. It was only a few buildings, a mess hall and kitchen, a couple of barracks and the communal shower. He couldn't find an administration centre or warden's office, but he did find a storage centre that only contained toilet paper and a few new jumpsuits and changes of underwear.

The fox walked outside of the storeroom. The camp was situated in a large clearing with woods surrounding it on all sides. Vivid strained his eyes as he looked out towards the forest. He was trying to spot a hunter suit, the coyote hunter suit in particular. He soon noticed that they were not being guarded it at all. At least it seemed so. He couldn't detect any movement.

Vivid began walking towards the edge of the camp. He trotted a few steps out of the camp. He looked behind him and then rotated slowly around. There were no alarm sounding, or harsh warnings blared over a set of loudspeakers. He walked out into the open first ten and then twenty meters away from the nearest building. Vivid turned back around to see if anyone was chasing him. There wasn't any movement coming from the camp. Could it be just this easy to walk out of his place?

In his gut, he thought no, but in his mind, he decided to give it a chance. Vivid took off in the jog, heading towards the nearest tree line. He came within five meters of the tree line before a black blur crash tackled him. The massive object brought Vivid down on his back and forced the air out of his lungs. Vivid took in a few gasping breaths and opened his eyes to see what had just attacked him.

Staring down at him was a black rubbery panther hunter suit. The machine's visor stared at him as far as a machine could. It had him pinned with its weight placed on his legs and arms. It was holding his arms by his side. This machine was definitely feline. It had sprung out of nowhere, he hadn't heard it at all unlike the coyote Hunter. Perhaps it had been stalking him as he ran over towards the trees.

With his hopes of instant freedom dashed, he still had his secondary objective of talking to someone in charge.

"I'm not Douglas, Douglas is still at the camp," blurted out Vivid.

"Affirmative. Subject, identified as Vivid. Subject, Vivid is wanted for Felony eluding, warrant issued by the Foxglove County Sheriff's Office," announced the hunter suit.

Running from that German Shepherd police dog was now coming back to bite him. He was really in trouble. At least it knew his identity that was a step in the right direction. Perhaps he should ask how long he was being detained for.

Unfortunately, the hunter suit was done talking. An opening appeared running down its chest revealing its hollow rubbery interior. Vivid was rolled onto his stomach and soon found himself being forced inside foot paws first. The rubbery suit's soft inner lining tickled his paw pads as he was pushed inside. At least this time he wasn't being stripped nude.

His legs were pressed into the suits own legs, and soon he found himself trapped up to his waist. The fox wasn't as panicked as he was the first time he had been captured. He knew that the suit wasn't going to harm him and was just catching him. Still, his heart was beating quickly in his chest, and his breath came out in deep, shaky pants. His body reacting to being captured even if his rational side didn't.

Vivid was made to bend forward, and his arms were stuffed inside the hunter suit. First, the right sleeve and then the left. His head was forced up into the suit's helmet. As soon as his body was inside the opening along the chest began sealing shut until he was trapped. Vivid was provided with some ability to move again; the suit granted him a little freedom.

Vivid remembered the coyote suit and how it would shock him if he attempted to remove it. Well, this suit was different not even having a zipper but instead opting for a merging layer of rubber. It wouldn't try and shock him for trying to take it off he doubted that he could under the circumstances. He looked down and the black gleaming rubber. He ran his gloved paws over his torso.

Suddenly the feline Hunter suit began to move. Dragging Vivid along for the ride. The hunter suit swished its tail which had grown significantly to contain Vivid's bushy foxtail. It was as if Vivid's muscles were not under his control. He still had the sensation in his limbs as they moved, but they would not respond to his brain's commands.

The panther suit took a slow walk of the perimeter of the camp. Vivid could see the buildings out of the corner of his eye. It was very hard with the gas mask style helmet, but every so often the panther's head would turn in the direction of the camp. The hunter suit was holding him very snuggly. He could feel the smooth, sleek rubber lining hugging him all over pressing his jumpsuit tight to his body.

The hunter suit was doing slow laps of the perimeter; doing a circular patrol around the camp. It seemed that capturing Vivid was only a routine action for the synthetic creature. It didn't appear in any hurry or even want to take him back. All the fox could smell was rubber inside of the suit. It blocked off all the outside scents of the forest and the wilderness. This suit walked gracefully it didn't have the clunk of servos that the coyote suit had. It moved with a silent finesse. No wonder he couldn't hear it.

Vivid tried to keep his mind on his plan of action and what to do next. Now that the identity mix up was cleared up, he would have to try and communicate with the hunter suit, and try and find out how long he was going to be detained. If he could request the lawyer or at the very least find out when his case would appear before a court. A shiver round down Vivid spine. What if there was no court? What if they were just malfunctioning machines? The fact that they had an identity mix up in the first place was a worry. What other malfunctions would they have?

Vivid opened his mouth to speak, but the panther suit stuffed a ball of spongy rubber inside his maw.

"Mrrph!" was all that he could get out.

Vivid's thoughts became clouded. The sensations of being completely helpless and trapped inside a living rubber suit were getting to him in embarrassing ways. During another wondering lap of Camp Jericho, Vivid found he was sporting an uncomfortable hard-on. His tapered vulpine erection was pressing into his underwear. There was nothing he could really do about it.

His sexual excitement continued to rise. He was helpless to the panther. While technically he was wearing it, it was really wearing him. The panther suit was using him as a hand puppet. A bag of stuffing was a more apt description. It could move without him just as easily and quickly it didn't require an operator to be piloted. He was just stuffing in the panther suit.

Vivid had no idea why that thought excited him so much. The fact that he was just helpless stuffing inside a rubber prison. Was the panther suit mocking him by walking around the perimeter by showing him how close he had been to freedom? The fox shivered as much as he was allowed by his rubber cell. He drooled out his gag. He could feel it drip down his chin.

Vivid's erection was left with only teasingly slow movements as the suit accidentally pressed on it. A slight brush by the legs as the machine transferred weight from one leg to the other. The device walked tantalisingly slowly, giving just enough stimulation to get Vivid worked up but nowhere near enough completion. Vivid could hear his own breath puffing out loudly in the helmet. He sounded like a slut, horny and begging for touch.

Vivid shut his eyes and screwed them tightly closed. Trying to push that thought right out of his mind. The physical sensation of his erection pressing into the suit's crotch kept his mind on his carnal desires. The panther suit seemed indifferent to his arousal. The coyote suit seemed to encourage it, feeding him a delicious scent design to repress his modesty and fuel his lust. This panther suit was ignoring it. Vivid's hand paws were kept at his sides. Where ever the panther suit wanted them. He wasn't given one ounce of range, even just a small adjustment to his crotch.

The panther continued its patrol. All the while, Vivid was trying to get a hold of his arousal and failing miserably. He spent the next few laps almost whimpering for his own touch. The physical sensation of being controlled like a puppet with no freedom of his own fed into his libido. The physical sensations were only slight most of it came from the sheer erotic nature of his predicament. He didn't want to confess that he liked this treatment. Vivid just excused it on the suit's gentle movements, only a physical reaction, not a rational response is all. Deep down, the fox knew the truth. He enjoyed being trapped; he enjoyed being inside the hunter suits.

The panther suit continued to patrol for what felt like an hour, but there was no way to know for sure. It turned into the direction of the camp after its many laps. It softly padded towards one of the barracks buildings. Vivid could only hear his own breath puffing in and out of the gas mask helmet. The air was tasteless. Wait, that was wrong; it only tasted and smelled of rubber; it was the smell of the hunter suit the scent of his captor.

Vivid could feel a draft as the chest of the panther suit peeled opened, forming a full opening that continued down past the chest of the suit stopping just above its crotch. The gag was removed allowing the fox to flex his jaw. Vivid found his paw, or more precisely, the panther's soft rubbery paw reaching in to try and pull his head from the panther's helmet. Vivid was slowly released. First, his head then his arms, and finally, he was lifted out. With the panther suit hooking under both his arms, lifting his legs from inside of the suit's own.

His landing was more grateful than his first time inside a hunter suit. He landed on his foot paws and retained his balance as the suit let him go. Vivid began to feel self-conscious, he could feel the inside of his underwear was damp with his excitement; it was pre that he had leaked. He wiped the drool from his chin another reminder of his experience.

He started to get a hold of his arousal. He thought that the other captives in the camp would take issue with him if they realised just how much he liked being trapped inside the hunter suits. The thought of Jay catching him aroused made Vivid tremble. He didn't want to get too sexual with the guards it could be misinterpreted.

Vivid stared up at the panther suit looking back at him with its visor goggles. Now he could get a decent look at it. It was just as tall as the coyote suit had been. Tall enough for most anthro creatures to fit inside. Its body was covered in a sleek black rubbery material. It looks like latex, but it was much stronger than the real stuff. The suit's weight shifted, showing off how the limbs of the suit acted like an exoskeleton. The rubbery material acting as artificial muscles tensing and flexing.

Again the fox was taken aback at just how quiet this model was. As it turned and padded away, the only sound was a small pat on the dusty ground just a few metres away not even that could be detected. The creature's tail had shrunk back down to a feline size proportion with its body. Its tail swung back and forth, balancing the machine as it padded along on bipedal legs. The rounded ears of the creature flicked towards Vivid's direction. Was it listening to him? It was then Vivid remembered he had not asked the machine his questions.

Vivid ran after the hunter suit. When he was about a metre from it. It flipped around and leapt into the air. It crashed down to the ground, rolling into a crouch. The suit's sudden movement made Vivid halt his advance. He stopped in his tracks skidding to halt as he had been jogging to catch up to it.

"Subject Vivid, refrain from following hunter suits on patrol operations. Violators will be punished," said the hunter suit in a cold mechanical voice.

Vivid tried to speak, but all that came out of his mouth was his own breath that he hadn't even realised he had been holding. Vivid wasn't keen to find out what a punishment from the panther hunter suit would be. The painful electric shocks of the coyote suit still hung in his recent memory. As did the humiliating experience of being dumped nude in front of strangers covered in his own fox cream. The fox slowly backed away while still facing the hunter suit. It took a few more moments before the panther suit resumed its patrol, slowly trotting outside of the camp proper.

Questions formed in the fox's mind. What was he going to do now? He had little in the way of answers. Vivid decided it was time to get something to eat. He turned and walked towards the mess hall. Unbeknownst to Vivid, his return to the camp was keenly watched. Inside of a barracks building. Douglas was watching from a window. He turned to Hammond the feline looked at the fox expectantly.

"There's something fishy about this new guy. He came up to me accusing me that I had something to do with his capture," said Douglas.

Hammond's ears twitched.

"What was his claim?" the feline asked.

"His story was the coyote suit had claimed he was me," replied Douglas.

"Doug, the dude was just trying to run an angle. Everyone is innocent in jail," said Hammond.

"Well, I'm no stooge for no one!" growled Douglas.

Hammond slinked away from the grumpy fox. He would have to meet this Vivid for himself.