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Fantasyclad.

By FOXCARROTS
Part One
“Come the spoils.”
The armored group of fox people arrived home from a successful battle to the accolades of the people of their keep. They had been sent to repel a group of bandits to the north and had defeated most, scattering the others to escape by sea.
Leading the group was Kaia, an athletic Foxgirl with short cropped purple hair. She was dressed in her splendid silver armor and carried herself like a hero. She was quite popular amongst the warrior fox people of the kingdom, and few doubted that she and her group would return home victorious.
The procession reached the entrance to the palace and the queen celebrated the returning warriors and bade them to relax for a few hours and then come to a banquet and ceremony later. The fox warriors stood proudly, accepting the acclaim before disbanding to relax and get cleaned up.
Kaia returned to the barracks and was eager to remove her armor. As much as she enjoyed the protection, she did not much care for the restrictive metal upon her body. She hung it carefully on a stand before stripping down her underclothes and undergarments. She went right to the bathing rooms and submerged herself in hot water.
After nearly an hour of soaking out all of her aches and pains she emerged from the water and wrapped her body in a towel. Her body was curvy and athletic, beautiful with wide hips and generous breasts. She padded back to her room, her perfect bare feet leaving small footprints as she went.
Once back in her personal quarters she continued to dry off her hair and tail and slid on a red sleeveless tunic top and matching underwear. She sat down on her bed and took a deep breath, still shrugging off the last of the fatigue from her long journey. She was interrupted by a knock on the door, and she quickly threw on a robe to answer it.
“Sorry to disturb you ma’am.” A guardsman fox said with a deep bow. “I have brought you a chest from the spoils and was told it is your share.”
“Thank you.” Kaia said with a nod. “Just put it on the table by the bed.”
The guardsman did as commanded and bowed before heading off. Kaia began brushing her hair but the though of the chest was a thing she could not ignore. She knew it would be best to deal with it after the banquet but her curiosity was getting the better of her. They had recovered years of ill-gotten gain from the bandits keep and though the queen herself will repay those who had lost things, much of the treasure could not be linked to who it belonged to. This was such treasure, likely trinkets and jewellery, a reward to the fighters for a job well done.
Kaia walked away from the chest a few steps, but it was if she could hear it calling to her. She sighed and turned around, walking over to the chest and opening it. As anticipated, most of the items inside were little more than trinkets and jewellery. There were a few coins and other things that were little more than junk. She shifted through it, feeling her curiosity and anticipation dwindling…until her fingers brushed against something interesting at the bottom of the chest.
At first she thought it was a piece of armor…like a pauldron or bracer but it was something entirely different. It was a silvery colour with gold accents, and it was perfectly polished as if it had been done that morning. It was shaped like a pair of metal underwear and Kaia could not help but admire its curves and detail.
“Is this a chastity belt?” Kaia said as she admired the device. “I have read about things like this.”
There were accounts of warrior maidens of old protecting their virtue with chastity belts. They wore them under their armor, safe in the knowledge that the only orgasms and penetration they would receive would be of their own choosing. She had heard that some belts were also enchanted, making sure that no one without the key could force their way in and get at the treasure inside.
Kaia smirked, thinking what a strange thing she had been accidently given and placed it on her bed. She moved to continue getting ready but found the strange belt would not leave her mind.
She turned to look at it for a moment, the idea of what it might feel like to wear clear in her mind. Who knew what famous warrior had used it before, maybe it had a legacy and she wanted to be part of it. “Surely there can be no harm in trying it on.”
Without any further thought she walked back over to the bed and picked it up. The device was open and had a hinged section that connected the side band to the front crotch plate. There was a mechanism for the tail to go into and it rotated bigger so a busy fox tail could be inserted in. She examined the device, finding it immaculately clean and inviting to be warn.
“Ok just for a minute!” Kaia said as she threw off her robe. She shrugged off her panties and let them join her robe on the floor. She stood for a moment and admired the belt, thinking how best to put it on. She bent down, stepping into the belt and pulling it up her long curvy legs till just below her butt. She held the belt in one hand and grabbed her tail with the other. Carefully she squeezed her fur to be more compact and fed her tail through the open ring device. Once it was near the base, she pulled the belt higher letting the metal press against her vagina. She half expected it to be cold but instead it was warm, almost inviting.
Kaia held onto the free end of the open band as she tried to get the belt to fit better. It was close to where it should be but not quite there. It was not tight enough at the front and between her legs and still loose at the back. There was resistance behind her, a thin part of metal wanting to go up and tight into her ass. She could not get the belt comfortable in any other way and knew she had to pull it up higher. It felt like she had to purposely give herself a steel wedgie but if that was what she had to do to feel what it was like to be in the thing that was what she had to do.
Kaia pulled the belt up higher, the metal going right up between her cheeks and pressing against the back. It was snug, without a milliner of space. It was like the belt was tailor made or forged for her. It was lucky. She had thought that she would not fit, that it would be too tight or clunky but fount the belt fit just right.
The good fit did not do anything to make the belt comfortable. It was right and ridged against her vagina, ass, and hips and almost instantly began to feet tight, uncomfortable, and claustrophobic. She decided that as fun as the try on was…it was high time to take it off.
CLICK
Kaia’s eyes widened in shock. There was no way that sound was what she thought it was. She looked over to her hand and found that while pulling the belt up and adjusting it her fingers went out from between the locking panel and where it was meant to engage. She had hoped that if she was careful, she would be fine and it likely couldn’t lock without the key. However, both of these failsafe’s did not stop the belt from locking and now she had to deal with it.
She tugged on the locked section hoping against hope that maybe it was not fully locked. However, it refused to budge, and the mechanism was indeed tightly locked. She tugged at it, but it wouldn’t budge, the lock as secure as any she had ever seen before.
The belt clearly didn’t want to open without a key, so Kaia turned around to look for it. She felt the solid metal around her hips, between her legs, and tight around her tail against her soft flesh and fur. She could not get used to it’s feeling, and half waddled over to the bed, trying to keep as little rubbing against it as she could manage.
She searched the chest she had been given, even turning it upside down and dumping the contents onto her bed. She searched it then she searched it again. Wherever the key was, it was not given to her with the spoils.
She wadded over to her desk and took out some wire and a pick. She used to be pretty good at picking locks and hoped she could easily spring it. She put the pick and wire in and went to work, she could feel the mechanics, but it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She just had to find a way to unlock it, the very idea of leaving the room with the belt on was terrifying to her. Could she hide it? Could she even walk in it.
She tried for two hours, until her fingers were numb, but the belt’s lock would not spring. She devolved into rolling round on the ground with her hands on the hip bands trying to force them it off. However, the belt would not budge, she could not even loosen the cast iron wedgy that was so tight up her ass. She strained and fought and tried everything she could to force the belt off, but it stayed in place…she was stuck!
As much as she hated to admit it…she could not get out of the chastity belt on her own. The very idea of leaving her room filed her with anxiety and made chills go down her spine. She would go down to the blacksmith and see what they could do. Her friend Olga worked there and if someone had to see her in the thing it might as well be a friend.
Kaia got up, feeling the metal of the belt press into her skin. She grabbed a robe and threw it around her body and tied the sash tight. She didn’t care how she looked, much preferring the idea of people seeing her in a robe and not seeing her in a chastity belt.
As she left her room, she was faced with her first challenge. The tightness of the belt was very hard to walk with. It wasn’t restrictive, in fact it was freer than some undergarments she had worn before. The fact that every movement responded in the belt pressing or putting pressure on parts of her that were intimate. It was like the belt was teasing her and the more she moved, the more it teased her. She could not waddle as she was before, surely someone would see that and think something was up. She tried several other ways to walk but could find nothing that could alleviate the sensations of moving.
Eventually she got to the blacksmiths shop and found Olga near one of the stations. “Olga, I got a but of a problem.”
“What is it my dear?” Olga asked, putting her gloved hands on her hips. She had long black hair with a white stripe and tree trunk like powerful arms. “You damage your armor on the last mission.”
“No, nothing like that.” Kaia admitted, her face turning red. “There was an…artifact in my treasure chest and I tried the thing on. I’m…kinda stuck in it.”
“Stuck?” Olga asked, her face looking like she was trying to figure it out. “Let’s see it.”
Kaia sighed and steadied her nerves. This was beyond a doubt the most humiliating thing she had ever done. She slowly opened her robe and let it fall to the ground. There she stood in her belt, locked up and on display. “Can you help me get this off?”
Olga looked at her but did not show shock, she did not show amusement, instead showed calm compassion. “You poor dear. Come over here and we will see what we can do.
To be continued.
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Description
Fantasyclad.

By FOXCARROTS
Part One
“Come the spoils.”
The armored group of fox people arrived home from a successful battle to the accolades of the people of their keep. They had been sent to repel a group of bandits to the north and had defeated most, scattering the others to escape by sea.
Leading the group was Kaia, an athletic Foxgirl with short cropped purple hair. She was dressed in her splendid silver armor and carried herself like a hero. She was quite popular amongst the warrior fox people of the kingdom, and few doubted that she and her group would return home victorious.
The procession reached the entrance to the palace and the queen celebrated the returning warriors and bade them to relax for a few hours and then come to a banquet and ceremony later. The fox warriors stood proudly, accepting the acclaim before disbanding to relax and get cleaned up.
Kaia returned to the barracks and was eager to remove her armor. As much as she enjoyed the protection, she did not much care for the restrictive metal upon her body. She hung it carefully on a stand before stripping down her underclothes and undergarments. She went right to the bathing rooms and submerged herself in hot water.
After nearly an hour of soaking out all of her aches and pains she emerged from the water and wrapped her body in a towel. Her body was curvy and athletic, beautiful with wide hips and generous breasts. She padded back to her room, her perfect bare feet leaving small footprints as she went.
Once back in her personal quarters she continued to dry off her hair and tail and slid on a red sleeveless tunic top and matching underwear. She sat down on her bed and took a deep breath, still shrugging off the last of the fatigue from her long journey. She was interrupted by a knock on the door, and she quickly threw on a robe to answer it.
“Sorry to disturb you ma’am.” A guardsman fox said with a deep bow. “I have brought you a chest from the spoils and was told it is your share.”
“Thank you.” Kaia said with a nod. “Just put it on the table by the bed.”
The guardsman did as commanded and bowed before heading off. Kaia began brushing her hair but the though of the chest was a thing she could not ignore. She knew it would be best to deal with it after the banquet but her curiosity was getting the better of her. They had recovered years of ill-gotten gain from the bandits keep and though the queen herself will repay those who had lost things, much of the treasure could not be linked to who it belonged to. This was such treasure, likely trinkets and jewellery, a reward to the fighters for a job well done.
Kaia walked away from the chest a few steps, but it was if she could hear it calling to her. She sighed and turned around, walking over to the chest and opening it. As anticipated, most of the items inside were little more than trinkets and jewellery. There were a few coins and other things that were little more than junk. She shifted through it, feeling her curiosity and anticipation dwindling…until her fingers brushed against something interesting at the bottom of the chest.
At first she thought it was a piece of armor…like a pauldron or bracer but it was something entirely different. It was a silvery colour with gold accents, and it was perfectly polished as if it had been done that morning. It was shaped like a pair of metal underwear and Kaia could not help but admire its curves and detail.
“Is this a chastity belt?” Kaia said as she admired the device. “I have read about things like this.”
There were accounts of warrior maidens of old protecting their virtue with chastity belts. They wore them under their armor, safe in the knowledge that the only orgasms and penetration they would receive would be of their own choosing. She had heard that some belts were also enchanted, making sure that no one without the key could force their way in and get at the treasure inside.
Kaia smirked, thinking what a strange thing she had been accidently given and placed it on her bed. She moved to continue getting ready but found the strange belt would not leave her mind.
She turned to look at it for a moment, the idea of what it might feel like to wear clear in her mind. Who knew what famous warrior had used it before, maybe it had a legacy and she wanted to be part of it. “Surely there can be no harm in trying it on.”
Without any further thought she walked back over to the bed and picked it up. The device was open and had a hinged section that connected the side band to the front crotch plate. There was a mechanism for the tail to go into and it rotated bigger so a busy fox tail could be inserted in. She examined the device, finding it immaculately clean and inviting to be warn.
“Ok just for a minute!” Kaia said as she threw off her robe. She shrugged off her panties and let them join her robe on the floor. She stood for a moment and admired the belt, thinking how best to put it on. She bent down, stepping into the belt and pulling it up her long curvy legs till just below her butt. She held the belt in one hand and grabbed her tail with the other. Carefully she squeezed her fur to be more compact and fed her tail through the open ring device. Once it was near the base, she pulled the belt higher letting the metal press against her vagina. She half expected it to be cold but instead it was warm, almost inviting.
Kaia held onto the free end of the open band as she tried to get the belt to fit better. It was close to where it should be but not quite there. It was not tight enough at the front and between her legs and still loose at the back. There was resistance behind her, a thin part of metal wanting to go up and tight into her ass. She could not get the belt comfortable in any other way and knew she had to pull it up higher. It felt like she had to purposely give herself a steel wedgie but if that was what she had to do to feel what it was like to be in the thing that was what she had to do.
Kaia pulled the belt up higher, the metal going right up between her cheeks and pressing against the back. It was snug, without a milliner of space. It was like the belt was tailor made or forged for her. It was lucky. She had thought that she would not fit, that it would be too tight or clunky but fount the belt fit just right.
The good fit did not do anything to make the belt comfortable. It was right and ridged against her vagina, ass, and hips and almost instantly began to feet tight, uncomfortable, and claustrophobic. She decided that as fun as the try on was…it was high time to take it off.
CLICK
Kaia’s eyes widened in shock. There was no way that sound was what she thought it was. She looked over to her hand and found that while pulling the belt up and adjusting it her fingers went out from between the locking panel and where it was meant to engage. She had hoped that if she was careful, she would be fine and it likely couldn’t lock without the key. However, both of these failsafe’s did not stop the belt from locking and now she had to deal with it.
She tugged on the locked section hoping against hope that maybe it was not fully locked. However, it refused to budge, and the mechanism was indeed tightly locked. She tugged at it, but it wouldn’t budge, the lock as secure as any she had ever seen before.
The belt clearly didn’t want to open without a key, so Kaia turned around to look for it. She felt the solid metal around her hips, between her legs, and tight around her tail against her soft flesh and fur. She could not get used to it’s feeling, and half waddled over to the bed, trying to keep as little rubbing against it as she could manage.
She searched the chest she had been given, even turning it upside down and dumping the contents onto her bed. She searched it then she searched it again. Wherever the key was, it was not given to her with the spoils.
She wadded over to her desk and took out some wire and a pick. She used to be pretty good at picking locks and hoped she could easily spring it. She put the pick and wire in and went to work, she could feel the mechanics, but it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She just had to find a way to unlock it, the very idea of leaving the room with the belt on was terrifying to her. Could she hide it? Could she even walk in it.
She tried for two hours, until her fingers were numb, but the belt’s lock would not spring. She devolved into rolling round on the ground with her hands on the hip bands trying to force them it off. However, the belt would not budge, she could not even loosen the cast iron wedgy that was so tight up her ass. She strained and fought and tried everything she could to force the belt off, but it stayed in place…she was stuck!
As much as she hated to admit it…she could not get out of the chastity belt on her own. The very idea of leaving her room filed her with anxiety and made chills go down her spine. She would go down to the blacksmith and see what they could do. Her friend Olga worked there and if someone had to see her in the thing it might as well be a friend.
Kaia got up, feeling the metal of the belt press into her skin. She grabbed a robe and threw it around her body and tied the sash tight. She didn’t care how she looked, much preferring the idea of people seeing her in a robe and not seeing her in a chastity belt.
As she left her room, she was faced with her first challenge. The tightness of the belt was very hard to walk with. It wasn’t restrictive, in fact it was freer than some undergarments she had worn before. The fact that every movement responded in the belt pressing or putting pressure on parts of her that were intimate. It was like the belt was teasing her and the more she moved, the more it teased her. She could not waddle as she was before, surely someone would see that and think something was up. She tried several other ways to walk but could find nothing that could alleviate the sensations of moving.
Eventually she got to the blacksmiths shop and found Olga near one of the stations. “Olga, I got a but of a problem.”
“What is it my dear?” Olga asked, putting her gloved hands on her hips. She had long black hair with a white stripe and tree trunk like powerful arms. “You damage your armor on the last mission.”
“No, nothing like that.” Kaia admitted, her face turning red. “There was an…artifact in my treasure chest and I tried the thing on. I’m…kinda stuck in it.”
“Stuck?” Olga asked, her face looking like she was trying to figure it out. “Let’s see it.”
Kaia sighed and steadied her nerves. This was beyond a doubt the most humiliating thing she had ever done. She slowly opened her robe and let it fall to the ground. There she stood in her belt, locked up and on display. “Can you help me get this off?”
Olga looked at her but did not show shock, she did not show amusement, instead showed calm compassion. “You poor dear. Come over here and we will see what we can do.
To be continued.
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