The Thrill of the Hunt: Part III

By Silver Sheep

Vivid, an Arctic fox, had been imprisoned in Camp Jerico for two weeks now. It was an automated immigration detention centre set deep in the woods. There were only a couple of prisoners other than Vivid. Jay, the muscular black wolf, Douglas who was an Arctic fox with green eyes and white fur and lastly Hammond, a tabby cat.

It was strange that the camp could fit many more creatures but only held four. Vivid had plenty of time to explore the camp over his time here. He was beginning to suspect that the living latex hunter suits that acted as jailers were not exclusively operated by AI. Vivid and Hammond were peeking out of peepholes they had made in the side of the storeroom. They were keeping an eye on a coyote hunter suit out in the open field that surrounded the camp.

"They have a hidden entrance," said Hammond.

Vivid watched as the coyote model hunter suit walked over to a section of ground on the perimeter of the camp. It looked around and reached down. A rectangular part of the earth rose up and moved to the side. The coyote suit walked down into the ground. It was a hidden set of stairs.

"They must have something down there. Maybe a storage area or maybe something more," said Vivid.

"It must be where they store the hunter suits. That's why even if the camp seems empty, they always seem to have one available to track us down," said the feline.

"I am going to have a peek," said Vivid.

"I doubt the hunter suits would roll out the red carpet for you," said Hammond.

"I am sick of waiting here. The worst our jailers can do is capture me. I've been captured twice before, so it's not like they are out to kill us. I might be able to find out why they are really keeping us here," said Vivid.

The feline turned to look at the fox.

"You know what they say about curiosity and cats..." said Hammond with a smirk.

Vivid rolled his eyes.

The next morning Vivid set out towards the hidden entrance. He had low expectations that he would even make it to the place. It was close to the treeline. This place was similar to the one where he was caught by a hunter suit for the second time. The panther model could be around; it was very stealthy. It came as a shock when he found himself standing where he had seen the coyote hunter suit the night before.

He saw a rock that looked like it had been disturbed. Vivid pressed on it, and it depressed into the dirt. There was a mechanical grinding noise, and the hidden trapdoor opened. There was a set of stairs going down into the ground. Vivid walked down the stairs quickly, the first flight of stairs went down parallel to the camp. He jumped at the noise of the trapdoor closing again. Soon, he was in darkness but only for a few moments. Small lights next to every third step turned on. He looked up and saw there was a leaver next to the closed hatch. He would be able to make a retreat if he needed to.

The next flight of stairs took him towards the camp again and at the bottom of them was a hallway that was leading back towards the camp. At the end of the corridor was a small room. The fox advanced into the small room. It was dark, so he felt for a light switch. He turned on the light and looked around, it was empty. He walked out into another hallway then came to a set of large double doors. He tried the doors but found them locked. Vivid let out a huff. He should have suspected that he couldn't just walk into this hidden domain without a challenge.

Vivid thought that he better retreat before he was detected. He walked back the way he had come. He entered the small room. He thought he was safe until a loud pop sounded above him. In moments an object launched downwards. There was no time for the fox to react. A much louder noise echoed in the room before Vivid's world was covered in darkness. He had no idea what had happened. It took several moments for the fox to take stock of what had just transpired. His senses told him that he was coated in some goop. He tried to brush the gooey substance from around his face, but he soon found it was stuck in his fur.

Vivid could feel that this material was moving on its own accord. His front had already been splattered with - whatever it was. Now, it was beginning to coat his back; creeping around his shoulders and abdomen. The material felt like rubber. It felt oily, yet it did not leave any residue on his body. It was just the sensation he felt as he tried to pull it off his fur. It was as if the rubber was alive, and it was determined to encase him. Despite his face being covered, he could still breathe. Whether it was an air pocket or a gap in the rubber, he could not tell.

In the end, he couldn't fight the rubber creeping and crawling over his body. When he felt he was mostly covered, the rubber around his face parted of its own accord. He could see he was still in the room. He looked down and saw that he was coated in mostly white rubber. There was a hole in the ceiling where this contraption had launched from. Looking at his body again, he saw that his limbs were coated in black rubber. He looked up and noticed that there was an overhanging bit of the material hanging above his muzzle. He pulled at his still moving coating, and all that did was produce loud squeaking noises.

As Vivid's face was uncovered, he considered yelling out for help. He thought better of it. There was a new sound. It was the sound of air being sucked in. Sucked in by internal pumps built into the goop. Whatever was coating him was driving in the air from outside. Around his torso, white bumps began to appear inflated with air, and they continued to grow.

He touched one with his coated hand paws. Poking it, he could feel the air pressure inside like it was a sealed bladder of some sort. It was then he realised that his hand paws were also inflating. His gloved hand paws blew up, making his fingers the size of fat cigars, and they continued growing. Soon they were growing so much that his individual fingers we're not defined at all. While it felt like he was wearing a pair of surgical gloves the outer layers had merged together forming stylised bell-shaped hooves.

It then dawned on him what he had been dressed as. He was a sheep, a rubber inflatable sheep with round globules of wool made from inflated rubber air bladders. The suit had been liquid, and now it was solid. He could feel he was encased in an underlayer of rubber that tightly conformed to his body. Much like a catsuit. It felt so tight that it felt like it had been painted on, yet it didn't tug at his fur. It was perfectly tailored to his body. Then there was the outer layer. It was still inflating outwards. The air pressure pushed on his inner layer but not uncomfortably so.

He almost fell backwards as he felt himself being lifted in the air. At first, it was like he was walking on balloons, but soon the rubber inflatable hooves surrounding his foot paws took shape and began to properly support his weight. It felt like he was wearing platform shoes only they were made of air mattresses instead of having solid soles. His foot paws were encased much like his hand paws.

Even his tail was captured up, wrapped up in a sleeve. His rubber-coated tail pushed out behind him. It had been made to look like an undocked sheep tail. That fitted the theme of the rest of the costume. The only part of him that was outside of the suit was his muzzle. His face was surrounded by the outfit, his ears encased in a hooded head section. He reached up and felt the outlines of a head with horns and ears. It must have been the head of the ram costume.

What the hell, a new hunter suit? The fox had no answers. He was really beginning to suspect that exploring under Camp Jerico was a horrible idea. Perhaps he should have a look around the bunker and probably find some tools to cut this outfit of his body. He turned back towards the door he had come through. He could walk, but he was going at a much slower pace. It was more of a waddle than walking. It was all he could do in the silly inflatable rubber suit.

"Hello Vivid, we can't have you sneaking around," came a voice.

Vivid knew he was in trouble; now, this must be a new model of hunter suit. This voice didn't sound like a machine but seemed like it belonged to a flesh a blood creature. It was the first time one of his jailers had decided to talk to him. Vivid decided to wait until he met this creature before replying.

It was then, the inner layer of the suit went gooey. It took a few moments to feel the inner layer press into his vulpine fur in places. It was eating through his prison jumpsuit. He struggled to take off the suit, but his useless hoof mitts kept any attempts of freedom at bay. He could feel more of his jumpsuit being melted by the hunter suit. When it was finished, he was left entirely nude inside the outfit. Whatever process they had used didn't harm him, but still Vivid didn't trust it.

Vivid panicked, he was left nude, would it melt his fur? The hunter suit solidified again, hugged his body tightly; a full-body hug. The inner lining was made of the softest comfortable rubber. It felt velvety as it pressed tightly against his body. Still, he had to try to get out of this thing. He waddled his way out of the room. It was then he noticed that there were new lights on in the hallway. The trap had triggered a response in the bunker. The coyote model suit had forced him to move in the direction it wanted, but with this ram suit, he was free to move where he wanted.

Vivid shuddered if he ran into someone wearing this, they would think he looked ridiculous. This time when he approached the large door that had been locked, it opened automatically. It granted him access to the main structure. Whoever had captured him must have opened the doors as well. Perhaps they thought now he was in the hunter suit he wasn't a threat anymore. He stepped inside and noticed that this section of the bunker was well maintained. The doors closed behind him. He couldn't have run to them in time if he tried. Hopefully, they would open again if he approached. Vivid had a sinking feeling he was being toyed with, and no matter what he did, it was only for his captor's enjoyment.

Inside this section, the floors were tiled in black and white chequerboard pattern floorings. The walls were painted cream with white accents. The hallways were lit with fluorescent lighting. The tiles were polished to a shine, they reflected the harsh light. Vivid's hunter suit was gleaming too. Vivid's rubber-coated inflated hooves squeaked as he walked down the hallway. So much for stealth, anyone inside the building could hear him coming a mile away.

The fox had another problem; he was starting to feel a bit lusty. It was a strange sensation, being trapped in an inflatable sheep hunter suit. It was starting to get to Vivid just how trapped he was. He could feel his sheath had become swollen inside the inner layer of the suit. He could feel the very tip of his tapered penis poke into the soft buttery rubber of the suit's interior. He did his best to ignore the sensations.

Vivid noticed a plaque on a wall. It labelled a room as a maintenance closet. Vivid pressed on the lever door handle, and the door opened. Hopefully, he could find some tools in here to cut him out of this suit. It had not taken his body control away, and Vivid was going to exploit that fact. Inside the room, Vivid fumbled for the light switch with some effort he turned on the light. Most of the objects in the room were cleaning supplies. They were stacked on many shelves on either side of the room. At the far end of the room, he could see a workbench. Some items on the bench looked promising.

He approached the workbench where he noticed that there was a saw that had been left out. Vivid looked down at his bell-shaped hooves. There is no way he could pick up the saw with his hand paws trapped inside them. He still had an idea. He pushed the saw across the table until the sharp sawteeth hung off the edge. He pressed down on the saw to keep it flat on the table. He moved his other encased hand paw towards the presumably sharp sawteeth.

Vivid was expecting a quick pop followed by the suit deflating. But the suit was putting up more of a fight than he had expected. He rubbed the puffy hoof over the saw blade. They didn't leave a scratch on the rubber. He pressed down on the saw blade, keeping it steady and rubbed the outer layer of the suit across the sharp teeth of the saw with more force.

It wasn't cutting into the suit at all. Vivid tried again and again, but frustration got the best of him. He let go of his grip just enough for the saw to fly across the bench and clatter to the ground. He looked down at it. With his useless hooves, the saw might as well have been on the Moon. Still, he didn't have any other options with the try and reach down and pick it up. He bent forward, but he was nowhere close to even touching the tool.

He tried several times, but the inflated outer layer had robbed him of much of his flexibility. The rubber squeaked and creaked uselessly as he reached for the saw on the ground. All of his efforts seemed to have made the inner layer ripple over his sensitive nether regions. After numerous tries, he was now sporting a lipstick inside the inflatable costume. He pounded on the table in frustration.

Then he had an idea. Perhaps if he stamped on the saw with his inflatable foot hooves, he might be able to pop the suit that way. This plan proved to be as unsuccessful as the first cutting attempt. With the blade being mostly on the ground, there was not much surface area they came in contact with the saw teeth. He didn't have a good grip on it by standing on the saw with one of his inflatable hooves. The saw would slip out from under it when he tried to push the inflated rubber of his other hoof into the sharp saw teeth.

The final straw was when he kicked the saw accidentally. It slid under the workbench it clattered when it came to a stop on the inside wall. After a brief search of the room, Vivid couldn't find any other tools that have been left out. He tried to pull the drawers open, but he had no dexterity in his hands. They merely slid over the handles with no grip the best he could do was make them rattle. His problem now was his growing arousal. More of his tapered canine cock was pushing into the tight sleeve that was around it. It felt like the suit had an enclosure just for his erection like it was planned that way. He reached down to adjust himself.

"Having a paw off already?" came the taunting voice of his captor.

His puffy hooves were just as useless here too. There was the added challenge of the puffy wool, adding another layer between his erection and touch. He had to press down with a considerable amount of force, but he eventually gave himself some blunt pressure over his cock. It was enough to sedate the fox's lust for now.

This sheep model hunter suit was letting him move around for the time being. He walked towards the doorway. He was in a new section of the bunker so he could at least take a look around. He plodded out of the maintenance area and into the hallway. His rubber encased foot paws squeaked as he brushed over the polished flooring as he moved deeper into the building.

The inner layer of smooth, soft, tempting rubber kept Vivid's erection at full hardness. He kept walking down the hall. He rounded a corner and saw a window installed in one of the walls. It was large and had a metal frame with hexagonal bolts holding the glass in place. The encased fox drew near the window.

The window looked into a room, still underground. There was a wolf sitting at a set of screens. He rolled a bit to the left and clicked a button next to a PA mic.

"Hello, you naughty fox," said the grey and black wolf.

Vivid didn't speak but peered into the room. The wolf's work screens weren't facing his way, and there was a door leading into the wolf's office, but it was on the other wall not accessible in Vivid's hallway. The wolf's voice had filled his ears from his sheep model hunter suit, but could he hear him?

"You can speak, Vivid," said the wolf.

"Let me out of this thing," demanded Vivid.

"When I'm good and ready. Besides you're not getting into the control room anyway."

"When will you let us go?"

"You should be more concerned about when you will be able to cum."

With that, the wolf leaned back and pressed a few keys on his keyboard. The sheep suit began to ripple over his crotch, teasing his erection. Vivid kept still not wanting to give away that his hunter suit was stimulating him. He had found a flesh and blood creature at last and wanted to get more answers out of him.

"Look, you can't keep us here forever," said Vivid.

"You'll be released eventually. You did run from that police officer you cheeky fox," said the wolf.

Vivid opened his muzzle to protest but all that came out was a lusty moan. This reaction made the wolf in the room grin. It was a sight that made Vivid blush. He was thankful his fur kept his reddening cheeks from the other male's view.

"We're allowed to play with our captives. I only let you get this far because I wanted to make a deal," said the wolf.

"What deal?" said Vivid shifting his weight left and right as the inner latex stroked across his erection.

"I am going to send you back up to the camp, and if you keep your trap shut about meeting one of your jailer's I'll shave more time off your sentence but more importantly you get to cum," said the wolf winking at him.

Vivid couldn't stand it anymore. He reached down with both hoof mittened hand paws and began to rub at his crotch. The rubber around his groin began to inflate, making his efforts to paw useless. The added bulk kept him chaste.

"That's not an answer," teased the wolf.

The wolf looked at him with a hungry gaze. His golden eyes were eyeing Vivid like he was a piece of meat at the supermarket. He was wearing a prison officer's uniform over his soft grey fur. He licked his black nose.

"C-can I at least h-have your name?" stammered the trapped fox.

"No. The clock is ticking on your deal though," said the wolf.

Vivid let out a whine before agreeing to the wolf's deal. He had no intention of keeping the wolf's role from the other prisoners, but he had to work out a way to tell them. For now, this wolf had all the power.

"You will head back out the way you came. Stand the centre of camp and paw off so they can all see what a slut you are," Ordered the wolf.

Vivid left down the hallway and came upon the double doors. His trek was made easier due to the vibrations being shut off. He moved out into the first corridor and then climbed the stairs. He was slow and just fit the narrow passage. The trap door to the surface was already open, so he climbed out into the sunlight.

Vivid could feel his cheeks burning at the prospect of what he was about to do. With the other two models at least he could hide his shame. The first creature he ran into as he approached the camp was Hammond. The cat ran up near to him but stopped short of touching him.

"Vivid, you-" began the feline.

Vivid let out a moan. Before he could speak, the rubber inner lining rippled over his sex. He balled up his fists inside his rubber prison. His cock had remained eager the whole time he had walked back. The fox could only resist for a few moments before both hand paws dove down to his covered cock. The other two inmates had arrived by now. Jay shot him a sympathetic look as he worked out what the fox was doing. The other arctic fox only shot him a black look. Vivid knew Douglas had a grudge against him since he had first arrived.

The inflated rubber squeaked and creaked as Vivid pawed at his covered crotch with his blunt useless hooves. He was on full display and already debasing himself. Something broke inside Vivid. He was going to show this wolf, who was the boss.

"I found the control room under the field, there's a trapdoor, A wolf was running it," said Vivid.

The hunter suit reacted as soon as he finished his sentence. He could feel the air pressure grow inside his rubber prison. His hoof hands were pushed away from his sex. Not even the blunt force of his touch could make it to his hot vulpine prick.

"He didn't want me to tell you but fuck him and fuck them!" said Vivid.

Vivid needed some good fucking. The teasing inner layer of the sheep suit was vibrating and rubbing over his fox rocket.

"That sounds so convenient. You just walked down into the control room, and they just let you in, this hidden trap door. Did they provide scones and tea, too?" said Douglas.

"The trapdoor is real, we saw it last night," said Hammond.

"You're getting fooled by this fox. If there was a trapdoor, why would it open for him? And if it did, it would only open so he can snitch on you," asked Douglas.

"Fuck you! At least I'm trying to escape. What have you been doing besides sitting on your rump?" growled Vivid.

Douglas spat on the ground and stormed off towards the barracks. Hammond had a look of shock on his face. Was he considering the other fox's opinion? Vivid was still being teased and pawed at his crotch again. It was useless. He wasn't in any position to explain his situation with his mind full of lust. Jay placed one of his large hand paws on the smaller feline's back. He ushered him away from Vivid's predicament.

"That went just as planned. Divide and conquer my vulpine friend," came the wolf's voice.

Vivid snarled as he punched at his rubber hunter suit. He was no closer to orgasm, and he was only playing into the paws of the smug grey wolf.