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Arcanite's Journal
Location: Shrine of Magic
Date: January 11, 2020

There are some things that I will never get tired of. This is one of them.

I've never had trouble finding Fennekin to play with, even females. Seeing one capable of flight, however, was novel. With her ears outstretched like a deity's wings, I saw her pop into the air and glide to safety. I'm certain that must be a useful skill for an explorer, but for me it meant target practice. I prefer to fight up close when I can, but even at such a range, a single beam of energy was all it took to knock the tiny Fire-type out of the sky. Immediately I trotted off to retrieve what I could from the site.

To my surprise, though, I discovered a small but energetic melee in progress as several interested parties fought for the right to take home the adorable vulpine. Of course, I waded right in, unconcerned by such minor opposition. With the unfortunate hunters now bound and gagged on the forest floor, I wandered over to the female and started my work. She was still semi-conscious even after being shot out of the sky, and I was able to learn a bit from her frantic and angry demands. Aki is probably the most unusual Fennekin I have ever had the pleasure of binding, but she has such a common name. Of course, my guests are all "dear" to me anyway, so perhaps it is not important.

My current choice of lair was perhaps once something more flowery and vibrant, but it had been long ago burned to the ground, with only its charred and glowing foundations for a Fire-type to hide within. Quickly I found an available niche and started to apply the harness—by now I think the design is well-worn into people's minds! The Fennekin of course objected as the collar and mitts were applied, but once the straps holding the rear plate were tightened they lessened somewhat. I think the sensation must be rather pleasurable even without other incentives, so to speak. A nice ball gag finished things off, the species lacking the crests or tufts found on many other foxes, thus allowing a strap to go from the muzzle band up between the eyes.

Of course, while putting the Fire-type on a leash and keeping her at my side was an idea for the future, the current plan called for something more interesting. I assembled a sort of cushion for her to lie on, a wedge shape that fit under her body and kept each set of limbs spread out. Cuffs about each ankle attached to the side band to keep her pulled tightly down, though this time I chose not to force her to keep her bottom raised. In the event that my prior attentions had not drained her of the energy needed to fly, the considerable amount of weight placed within the cushion certainly would. I'm sure the tiny fox will be quite unable to take to the air.

Aki has been securely harnessed for a while now, and I am certain she is enjoying it more and more. Her early attempts to escape had her bucking and jerking her rear in all directions, a sight that eagerly called for further attention. Over time, the female recognized the futility of her efforts, and now she stays there, blushing as she looks over her shoulder, as if asking why I would do such a thing. I could lie here and stare at such a thing for an eternity. Soon, though, I will need to give the Fennekin something new to experience. She at least will find it exhilaratingly novel, I imagine. Myself, it will be merely a variation on an old hobby. And that will never be a bad thing.

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Description
Arcanite's Journal
Location: Shrine of Magic
Date: January 11, 2020

There are some things that I will never get tired of. This is one of them.

I've never had trouble finding Fennekin to play with, even females. Seeing one capable of flight, however, was novel. With her ears outstretched like a deity's wings, I saw her pop into the air and glide to safety. I'm certain that must be a useful skill for an explorer, but for me it meant target practice. I prefer to fight up close when I can, but even at such a range, a single beam of energy was all it took to knock the tiny Fire-type out of the sky. Immediately I trotted off to retrieve what I could from the site.

To my surprise, though, I discovered a small but energetic melee in progress as several interested parties fought for the right to take home the adorable vulpine. Of course, I waded right in, unconcerned by such minor opposition. With the unfortunate hunters now bound and gagged on the forest floor, I wandered over to the female and started my work. She was still semi-conscious even after being shot out of the sky, and I was able to learn a bit from her frantic and angry demands. Aki is probably the most unusual Fennekin I have ever had the pleasure of binding, but she has such a common name. Of course, my guests are all "dear" to me anyway, so perhaps it is not important.

My current choice of lair was perhaps once something more flowery and vibrant, but it had been long ago burned to the ground, with only its charred and glowing foundations for a Fire-type to hide within. Quickly I found an available niche and started to apply the harness—by now I think the design is well-worn into people's minds! The Fennekin of course objected as the collar and mitts were applied, but once the straps holding the rear plate were tightened they lessened somewhat. I think the sensation must be rather pleasurable even without other incentives, so to speak. A nice ball gag finished things off, the species lacking the crests or tufts found on many other foxes, thus allowing a strap to go from the muzzle band up between the eyes.

Of course, while putting the Fire-type on a leash and keeping her at my side was an idea for the future, the current plan called for something more interesting. I assembled a sort of cushion for her to lie on, a wedge shape that fit under her body and kept each set of limbs spread out. Cuffs about each ankle attached to the side band to keep her pulled tightly down, though this time I chose not to force her to keep her bottom raised. In the event that my prior attentions had not drained her of the energy needed to fly, the considerable amount of weight placed within the cushion certainly would. I'm sure the tiny fox will be quite unable to take to the air.

Aki has been securely harnessed for a while now, and I am certain she is enjoying it more and more. Her early attempts to escape had her bucking and jerking her rear in all directions, a sight that eagerly called for further attention. Over time, the female recognized the futility of her efforts, and now she stays there, blushing as she looks over her shoulder, as if asking why I would do such a thing. I could lie here and stare at such a thing for an eternity. Soon, though, I will need to give the Fennekin something new to experience. She at least will find it exhilaratingly novel, I imagine. Myself, it will be merely a variation on an old hobby. And that will never be a bad thing.

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