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The fox rode atop his luggage, and the cart it was being pushed on, up to his room.
The hotel was…weirdly frantic today. He had gotten a great deal on his room, and had expected MAYBE 3 star service. But everyone seemed… distracted? The doe at the front desk had been on the phone, speaking quite distressedly before realizing she had someone checking in. Any attempts to ask her about the issue were quickly shoved aside for the typical customer service spiel.
It normally WASN'T his business buuuut…
"Hey. Buddy. I gotta ask. What's got everyone's tails in a twist today?" Arkose asked, ears flicking as the stallion helping move his luggage looked up.
"Huh? Oh geez uh… I probably shouldn't be talkin' about that, management is already tearing out their fur over it." He replied, ears flattening.
"Aw, c'mon. Think of it this way: if I know what's going on, I can know what I can and can't ask of the staff, y'know?" The fox coaxed, getting closer to the horse's muzzle. "Besides, who am I gonna tell?"
"Hmm… well… okay. Don't tell nobody but…" he leaned in a bit as they got to the room. "We got an issue with one of the halls… we had an art exhibit being showcased there, but a couple of the pieces got stolen or messed up somehow. Don't ask me how, I just heard it from the security guards." The stallion would help the fox unload, continuing. "Apparently the staff are scrambling to see what can be done about it. We need to have SOMETHING on display, so we might need to improvise."
"Oh wow, that's awful." Arkose tutted, shaking his head and sliding the bellhop a nice tip. "Thanks for letting me know, that sounds like a real headache."
"Pffth, yeah, don't I know it. Some of the security staff are worried they're gonna lose their jobs or something." The stallion tipped his cap to Arkose, nodding and bidding him a good day before leaving him to his own devices…
Arkose would unpack, humming to himself. What a damn shame, that art exhibit. Not like it was something he could really assist with, he was no artist. Ah well. He was sure that the staff would figure something out. The reviews for this place were stellar, and it was astonishing he'd been able to get a reservation at all.
The day would be spent dining, relaxing, and just spending time unwinding. He had earned it! He was working hard at being this damn cute, and now he was going to spend some well deserved time doing absolutely nothing of importance.
Eventually, he would call it a day, returning to his room and cleaning himself up… after a nice cool shower, he would get settled in bed, dozing off ..
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He woke after some jostling.
The digital clock across the room said 3:12 am, the green light being blocked out momentarily by a couple of shapes moving in the dark.
"Wh….MMPGH?!" He started to try and speak, only for a harsh and powerful hand to grab at his muzzle and hold it shut.
"Shhhh. That's a good bitch." Someone in the dark laughed. It appeared to be two of the mule bellhops that had been in the lobby this afternoon… they had stripped the fox out of his pajamas, and had started to pull his limbs into a strappy latex suit…they yanked his paws through to the mitted ends, making sure they were completely encased ..
"Mmphngh! Mmmf!" Arkose shook his head, eyes wide as he managed to yank his muzzle away. "Help! Someone help me! Get off me, damn you!" He squirmed and kicked, trying to get his paws free but ultimately being held with his limbs splayed apart. "Gh!!"
"Awww adorable." The mules laughed, as they started to secure his limbs into position. They would ensure that the client's limbs were secured, but not cramped, as they grabbed at some cloth stuffing… they would hold his muzzle open, stuffing the cloth and rags into his mouth. They made sure to tie off his muzzle, taping over it before sliding the suit's built in muzzle cover onto him.
Silvery straps ensured it stayed on properly, and while one mule tightened the straps, the other would gently coax his cock free of the suit's tight confines. His limbs were forced together, his arms bent so that his wrists were flush to his shoulders, and feet flush against his ass… all the easier for his captors to ensure his cock would be exposed…
Arkose whined, eyes wide as he shook his head. And yet, the mules ignored him, ensuring he was nice and stiff for them… they couldn't help but tease him, flicking and rubbing the tip of his cock to get him nice and needy before pulling away.
"There. Let's get him downstairs before the boss gets us in more trouble."
They would lift the bound and gagged fox into a laundry cart, hiding him under the sheets there and rolling him out into the hall.
Arkose could only lay there, eyes wide and fearful as he was taken away… he felt them roll into an elevator, where the mules made conversation with another guest… any attempts to speak up were silenced by the rags and the smothering blankets and sheets that crushed him to the bottom of the cart…
After a few more minutes, they would roll into another room, where Arkose was unceremoniously extracted and dumped out onto the floor.
"Will THIS one do, your majesty?" One of the mules sneered, as he gestured at Arkose.
They were in the art exhibit, a grand ballroom divided up into sections by partition walls… above him stood a lovely young lady, all makeup and handmade clothing…the jaguar before him just circled him for a bit, eyes narrowing… "hmm. Yes. He will do. Put him in the plush."
The mules sighed and grabbed the bound Arkose… they carried him off to what looked like an enormous plush fox, one that looked so sweet and innocent… it was laid on its side, its plush back open and with an indent inside…
Arkose let out squeaks and yelps into his gag, shaking his head frantically as he tried to flail his bound limbs. But the mules just laughed at him, forcing him into the plush prison and making sure he would be trapped nice and snug… they made a point of squeezing the excess air from the soft and cushy prison, sealing the stuffed prison back up so that the stuffing pressed down onto Arkose…
Soon, Arkose was trapped inside, completely unable to contact anyone, barely able to move in the mass of soft stuffing and cloth. His cock was rubbed and teased by the insides of the plush, leaking slightly as his captors conversed outside. It was so hard to hear, especially since all of Arkose's struggles only further teased his body… the more he tried to break free, the more his cock dripped and leaked…
He could only whimper, eyes wide as he tried to call for help. But any noise he made would barely be heard within his soft prison, nevermind outside of it. And any movement inside this plush would certainly not show outside. The insides were too dense, almost like a beanbag in how heavy it was…
All Arkose could do was struggle and rub himself off against the soft prison he found himself in. So warm and inviting but not enough to get him off…
The hotel was…weirdly frantic today. He had gotten a great deal on his room, and had expected MAYBE 3 star service. But everyone seemed… distracted? The doe at the front desk had been on the phone, speaking quite distressedly before realizing she had someone checking in. Any attempts to ask her about the issue were quickly shoved aside for the typical customer service spiel.
It normally WASN'T his business buuuut…
"Hey. Buddy. I gotta ask. What's got everyone's tails in a twist today?" Arkose asked, ears flicking as the stallion helping move his luggage looked up.
"Huh? Oh geez uh… I probably shouldn't be talkin' about that, management is already tearing out their fur over it." He replied, ears flattening.
"Aw, c'mon. Think of it this way: if I know what's going on, I can know what I can and can't ask of the staff, y'know?" The fox coaxed, getting closer to the horse's muzzle. "Besides, who am I gonna tell?"
"Hmm… well… okay. Don't tell nobody but…" he leaned in a bit as they got to the room. "We got an issue with one of the halls… we had an art exhibit being showcased there, but a couple of the pieces got stolen or messed up somehow. Don't ask me how, I just heard it from the security guards." The stallion would help the fox unload, continuing. "Apparently the staff are scrambling to see what can be done about it. We need to have SOMETHING on display, so we might need to improvise."
"Oh wow, that's awful." Arkose tutted, shaking his head and sliding the bellhop a nice tip. "Thanks for letting me know, that sounds like a real headache."
"Pffth, yeah, don't I know it. Some of the security staff are worried they're gonna lose their jobs or something." The stallion tipped his cap to Arkose, nodding and bidding him a good day before leaving him to his own devices…
Arkose would unpack, humming to himself. What a damn shame, that art exhibit. Not like it was something he could really assist with, he was no artist. Ah well. He was sure that the staff would figure something out. The reviews for this place were stellar, and it was astonishing he'd been able to get a reservation at all.
The day would be spent dining, relaxing, and just spending time unwinding. He had earned it! He was working hard at being this damn cute, and now he was going to spend some well deserved time doing absolutely nothing of importance.
Eventually, he would call it a day, returning to his room and cleaning himself up… after a nice cool shower, he would get settled in bed, dozing off ..
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He woke after some jostling.
The digital clock across the room said 3:12 am, the green light being blocked out momentarily by a couple of shapes moving in the dark.
"Wh….MMPGH?!" He started to try and speak, only for a harsh and powerful hand to grab at his muzzle and hold it shut.
"Shhhh. That's a good bitch." Someone in the dark laughed. It appeared to be two of the mule bellhops that had been in the lobby this afternoon… they had stripped the fox out of his pajamas, and had started to pull his limbs into a strappy latex suit…they yanked his paws through to the mitted ends, making sure they were completely encased ..
"Mmphngh! Mmmf!" Arkose shook his head, eyes wide as he managed to yank his muzzle away. "Help! Someone help me! Get off me, damn you!" He squirmed and kicked, trying to get his paws free but ultimately being held with his limbs splayed apart. "Gh!!"
"Awww adorable." The mules laughed, as they started to secure his limbs into position. They would ensure that the client's limbs were secured, but not cramped, as they grabbed at some cloth stuffing… they would hold his muzzle open, stuffing the cloth and rags into his mouth. They made sure to tie off his muzzle, taping over it before sliding the suit's built in muzzle cover onto him.
Silvery straps ensured it stayed on properly, and while one mule tightened the straps, the other would gently coax his cock free of the suit's tight confines. His limbs were forced together, his arms bent so that his wrists were flush to his shoulders, and feet flush against his ass… all the easier for his captors to ensure his cock would be exposed…
Arkose whined, eyes wide as he shook his head. And yet, the mules ignored him, ensuring he was nice and stiff for them… they couldn't help but tease him, flicking and rubbing the tip of his cock to get him nice and needy before pulling away.
"There. Let's get him downstairs before the boss gets us in more trouble."
They would lift the bound and gagged fox into a laundry cart, hiding him under the sheets there and rolling him out into the hall.
Arkose could only lay there, eyes wide and fearful as he was taken away… he felt them roll into an elevator, where the mules made conversation with another guest… any attempts to speak up were silenced by the rags and the smothering blankets and sheets that crushed him to the bottom of the cart…
After a few more minutes, they would roll into another room, where Arkose was unceremoniously extracted and dumped out onto the floor.
"Will THIS one do, your majesty?" One of the mules sneered, as he gestured at Arkose.
They were in the art exhibit, a grand ballroom divided up into sections by partition walls… above him stood a lovely young lady, all makeup and handmade clothing…the jaguar before him just circled him for a bit, eyes narrowing… "hmm. Yes. He will do. Put him in the plush."
The mules sighed and grabbed the bound Arkose… they carried him off to what looked like an enormous plush fox, one that looked so sweet and innocent… it was laid on its side, its plush back open and with an indent inside…
Arkose let out squeaks and yelps into his gag, shaking his head frantically as he tried to flail his bound limbs. But the mules just laughed at him, forcing him into the plush prison and making sure he would be trapped nice and snug… they made a point of squeezing the excess air from the soft and cushy prison, sealing the stuffed prison back up so that the stuffing pressed down onto Arkose…
Soon, Arkose was trapped inside, completely unable to contact anyone, barely able to move in the mass of soft stuffing and cloth. His cock was rubbed and teased by the insides of the plush, leaking slightly as his captors conversed outside. It was so hard to hear, especially since all of Arkose's struggles only further teased his body… the more he tried to break free, the more his cock dripped and leaked…
He could only whimper, eyes wide as he tried to call for help. But any noise he made would barely be heard within his soft prison, nevermind outside of it. And any movement inside this plush would certainly not show outside. The insides were too dense, almost like a beanbag in how heavy it was…
All Arkose could do was struggle and rub himself off against the soft prison he found himself in. So warm and inviting but not enough to get him off…
