ALT version (no cum stains) https://www.furaffinity.net/view/21546740/

Altair had trotted into the village, plotting a plan he was sure was foolproof, but even for a sly fox, he hadn't anticipated how well they were prepared for his kind... and he was paying for it dearly.

It was early January, a time of year when any other respectable fox would be finding a heated vixen to make and raise kits with. All the better for him to sneak around, finding food. He chose a small nearby village, with some ferrets, weasels, and minks. He initially considered taking one off for himself, but quickly found it impossible: they were always on the lookout, no doubt for his kind, even in mating season.

However, just as quickly he found another way: Just outside the town were some hen houses, unprotected, and unguarded. All he would need to do is slink in in the dead of night, take a chicken by the neck, and sneak out swiftly.

As night fell, he attentively kept watch in a bush. He was sure he saw some of them notice him crouching down there, but whether they did they paid no notice: all according to plan!

When he was sure mostly everyone was asleep, Altair snuck out of the bush, and through the window of the hen house. He took a minute to select the meatiest chicken before quietly sneaking up for the kill, when his paw nudged a string stretched taut across the floor.

"oh yif-"

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The trial had not lasted long: They found him the next morning, his muzzle bound, and his paws hogtied humiliatingly on the ground, like some form of livestock. He couldn't help but blush when they giggled at his swelling member. He had known since he was a kit that he took an odd liking to being restrained, a fact he tended to exploit, and a predicament his mother often had to drag him out of.

He was to be sentenced to 90 days on the stocks (If he said it that way, it didn't sound quite as long as 3 months) to be left in chastity as well, when they discovered his interests.

A weasel who looked far too happy with his job was put in charge of his punishment: long bondage mittens on all four paws, and a second application of tape around his snout (this would NOT be fun to pull off, if they ever intended to take it off that is.) The weasel then pushed some thick cotton into Altair's ears, muffling all noise. The last he saw was a hood being put over his face, a latex one by the feel of it, and the sharp, pungent smell that wouldn't be coming out of his fur any time soon, forcing him to hold back gagging. Then, straps around his eyes and snout were further added, if two weren't enough.

To his surprise, a fox dildo was inserted into his mouth, and the strap holding his mask on was greatly tightened, holding the knot inside, and making him being to drool.

Just as he began to cope with this dildo in his mouth, he felt a large vibrator sliding into his rear, letting him shoot out the first bits of precum, but not before a chastity sheath was tightly tied around his member, and his hindpaws were shackled to the ground to prevent him from relieving himself on his own.

The board then fell over his head, forcing him into a prone, bent position, unable to see or hear anything, only able to focus on the warm pleasure in his rear, the tight, almost comfortable feeling in his snout, and his futile efforts to climax.

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The next weeks were difficult: It was obvious that the residents of the village did not like foxes, and took their anger out on him: The knot of the faux fox in his mouth had already been inflated to uncontrollable levels, and someone even attempted to tape the airholes in his snout shut! He could also feel various ferrets using his tight tailhole, as well as his caged penis for their own pleasure, even letting his foxhood inside of them, thrusting in and out, seeming to serve as a beautifully torturous form of teasing: They could use him however they wanted, and for all he knew, this might be the closest to mating he would ever get.

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A mother ferret and her small kit walked down to the main village square: It was market day, and the small kid wanted to see the pretty wares for sale, when something caught his eye

"Mommy, who is that over there?"

"That one? Oh, don't worry about that thing."

He tugged at her shirt. "Can you tell me pleeeease?"

She sighed,

"That's one of the foxes we used to worry about before we made this village of ours. It tried to take on of our chickens, and is being punished for it."

The deaf, blind, and mute fox shuddered, letting some semen stains drip from his snout.

"How long has he been here for?" the girl trotted over to the fox, tickling it behind its smooth ears as it instinctively tried to move away from the tickle, and moving around to the back, and jumping on top of the fox, causing it to nearly buckle under her weight.

"It's been here as long as I can remember, 19 years? 20? All I know is they plan on keeping it for the rest of its life."

The girl glanced at the fox, "good thing you've got mittens on, and a muzzle! You wouldn't be nearly so cute-looking or easy to pet!" She squeezed the fox's bound paws and gave it a kiss on the forehead before skipping off to market day.