An automata

You're staggering your way through a slope covered in grass that reaches your ankles when you're abruptly bowled over by a weighty form, driving you to the earth with your tails pressed tightly against your back. You glance over your shoulder and can just make out the gleam of one of the hunting automata through the tips of your tails. It's caught you, and now it will extract the price until your Lord reaches you.

It presses you into the ground heavily enough that you can hardly move. You're panting still, but now it is more out of lustful anticipation than exertion. You can't see it, but you know it is positioning itself. And then the machine drives the dildo you made for it into you, and you howl in pleasure.

The dildo pistons inside you relentlessly and ruthlessly, hard enough to push your breasts back and forth against the ground with each thrust. You reciprocate, seeking your own pleasure by pushing back against the machine as best as you can to drive it deeper. The machine lifts upwards now that it has entered you, lifting you to your hands and knees without letting you out from under it so that if you look down, between your swinging breasts, you can watch as it drives into your pussy ruthlessly and buzzes against you, driving you to cum. You shudder and moan, squirting your juices into the grass, and the machine doesn't even pause as it begins driving you to your second orgasm.

Just as you tip over the edge again the machine finally pauses - and then erupts, spurting faux-semen inside you. The sensation is enough to push you the rest of the way, and you cum as a mindless machine fills you. After a moment you pull yourself together enough to look down and watch the sticky white fluid dripping out of you. And then the machine finishes and starts fucking you again.

It is after your third orgasm that your Lord finds you. You hear the sounds of the horse coming towards you and your Lord dismounting, and eventually his hunting boots enter your vision. Your are being held too high up to lick them properly, so you can only moan lustily. The sound of a zipper pulls your attention upwards, and you find yourself at eye level with your Lord's cock as he pulls it from his pants. Obediently you open your mouth wide, and begin to suck as he facefucks you.

The two forces push you back and forth for a while, the machine driving into you from behind and your Lord driving into you from the front. Eventually you feel the machine spurting yet more faux-semen into you, and that drives you over the edge once more as you moan around the cock in your throat. That is apparently enough to drive your Lord over the edge, and he cums into your mouth. You moan again, feeling your eyes roll back into your head, and savor the salty taste of your Lord's cum.

He pulls away, and you tip your head back as much as you can and open your mouth to display the load of his cum that you took. Then you close your mouth and swallow before opening your mouth again. Your Lord pats you on the head as he pulls his zipper back up. Then he secures your limbs to the automata's legs - a modification of his own design. Like this the automata will carry you back to the manor, fucking you senseless all the while. Once you arrive you will be unbound and placed back in your cage, which will be returned to its room until the next time your Lord chooses to go hunting.

This is your life now, the life of a Fuck-Fox. And you couldn't be happier.