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Just another night of practice was how it all started when I went into the locker room, that is until I saw a small piece of paper sticking out of mine. I grabbed it and slid it out from the small crack between the tan, metal door and frame. After setting my bag on the bench behind me, I unfolded the scrap of paper and detected a slight scent of Jasmin; I knew right then and there who this was from.

Wait until everyone else has left for the night, including Coach, then meet me back here for a nice surprise. That was all this "mysterious" note read, followed by a drawn-on heart.

I couldn't help but chuckle as I opened the metal door. "Guess Ayla wants to be a little risky tonight."

All kinds of perverted thoughts ran through my head as I got undressed to change. Screwing her cute, spotted ass on the bench or against the lockers, letting her take a ride on her man, getting a little dirty in the showers.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Soon enough, I noticed myself getting aroused fast. My equine dick grew out of its sheath and was semi-hard, all flopped out in the open for anyone to see. I grabbed for my jockstrap and slipped it on as fast as I could before anyone else showed up, that is until I heard hoof-steps sprinting closer and closer from the hallway outside. Shit! Just get your shorts on and deal with this problem later if it doesn't fix itself.

A Chital deer darted into the locker room and went straight for the his own at the very end of the row. He looked at his phone for a second and sighed. "Good; Coach isn't gonna ream my ass for being late again this time." He glanced over to me as he opened his locker. "Hey Marshal, how goes it, dude?"

"Goes alright, man!" I thought about the note as I finish changing, wondering if I should even mention it at all. What's the harm in letting her brother know she's into voyeurism, eh? "Oh! Ayla left a little something in my locker today," I mentioned with a coy smile.

"There's no way she could or would do that, dude," the Chital said as he began to change, "I mean, I'm sure you know that me and her are siblings, right?" He let out a nervous chuckle.

"Well, maybe you don't know your sister as well as I do." I smirked as I threw my practice jersey on, more to let Darby know who's really in charge of Ayla. I slammed my locker shut and stepped over the bench, giving my teammate a firm smack on his ass, even if he didn't have his shorts on yet. "See you on the court, queer."

* * *

Christ! Can't BELIEVE we got put on opposite teams again! I thought as I tore off my practice jersey and tossed in my locker after swinging it open. My mouth ran dry all practice from panting so much, but that was nothing new; I was used to it by now. What I could never get used to was getting pushed around and dunked on by the bigger guys. Primary culprit? That douche using my sister to get his dick wet: Marshal.

I check myself over in the small mirror in my locker, adjusting my head fur like usual.

And then I glanced upwards towards my antlers.

"Fuck!"

I never meant to say that out loud, especially in the locker room which tended to echo quite a bit. I also tend to forget my other teammates use this locker room the same time as me; with how practice tonight went, though, I didn't give two shits about anything.

Looking in the mirror again, I notice one point broke off. During practice, I got knocked against the padded wall behind the basket; a common occurrence and nothing I'm not used to. I don't know why no one said anything when that happened, though, not even Coach. I let out a snort, too angry to pay much attention to my teammates chatting amongst themselves or teasing me. Geeze, does no one understand us deer take pride in these things?

It was then I felt a wide, heavy hand smack my butt again; I didn't need to turn around to find the culprit. There were only two people in this world who gave me butt pats: Marshal and Coach. Coach's butt pats I tend to ignore; they only happen during a game and, frankly, any coach for any sport does that. And while I despise that draft horse's personality, his hand smacking my ass always turned me on. I guess I had it coming when he saw me checking myself over and leaning in just enough that my rump was in range, and I happened to be wearing my favorite pair or bright blue shorts that tend to shimmer.

"'Sup Darby!" He said as his heavy hooves clopped along the floor to his locker. I noticed that infamous, smug-ass grin of his when he looked at me.

"Hey man," I sighed. Why the fuck does he always talk to ME and no one else?!

At least he can read emotions, given how he opened his locker and began stripping down to his jock strap quieter than usual. "Sorry about you're, uh, horn there," he said as he pointed at my broken pride.

I looked over, but only just so to keep the conversation going. "It was only a matter of time, really; us deer might as well stay away from contact sports, eh?"

Even if that look was brief, I was able to see Marshal, the idiot dating my sweet sister, that bully of a horse on the court, in nothing but a jockstrap. I knew he was taller than me, enough for him to be eye-level with my points, and he had more bulk and muscle being a draft horse and all. But his black coat showing off those muscles under the lights were meant to be ogled at, both on the court and in here. His white fetlocks on his wrists and ankles accented that coat beautifully, and his jet-black mane and tail were just meant to be played with.

I blinked a few times to bring myself back into focus when I heard his deep voice chuckle.

"Maybe ya shoulda swam instead. Bet you'd love seeing all those cute boys in those speedos all the time."

"Nah. The chlorine and water would ruin my fur." Even if he was teasing me and trying to get a ruse out of me, he was right about one thing: the men's swim team is full of cuties. The few times I would glance through that window into the pool area, I always struggled to force myself from staring at all that eye candy.

Marshal grabbed for his towel and specialty shampoo, slamming his locker shut. "Well, I best get nice and clean for Ayla later tonight. See ya tomorrow, dude." His heavy hoofsteps echoed as he made his way to the showers. It was then I noticed most of the team were either already in there or heading out for the night.

But not me. I never showered with the others around and usually go back to my dorm right after practice. Sure I fantasize about starting a team orgy in there or out here, but I know it'll never happen; as far as I'm concerned, most, if not all of the men's basketball team are straight. They all know I'm gay, but they never bring it up; there's never a reason why they should.

Except Marshal.

Every time he sees me, he always feels the need to tease me about it or call me 'fag' or 'queer', or smack my ass outside of practice and games. And I've had just enough of his horse shit.

I finish changing and close my locker quietly, grabbing my bag as I exit the locker room. Oh, you'll see Ayla alright; and she'll give you the night of your life.

* * *

10:30pm. Should be nice and clear by now. I made sure to loaf around the activity center long enough for everyone to leave for the night. I know anyone could see me from across the court easily, but my black fur helps me blend in the shadows between the few security lights. Soon enough, I enter the men's locker room and flick on the lights, heading straight to my locker out of habit.

But Ayla wasn't there.

I weave between the rows of lockers. No one still.

I check the bathroom and showers. Again, no one.

"Babe! What the fuck kind of game you playin' here?" I snort and throw my arms up, turning my head to each side in case I missed anything.

"Over here big boy," a feminine voice cooed.

"Ayla?" The voice seemed to be coming from one of the lockers. Or from under a bench? Bathroom stall? There's no way she could've been in the showers; they aren't walled off like in the women's locker room, not that I would know from experience, of course.

I turn and turn, trying to find my love. It's not like her to play a game of hide-and-seek; I know I'm not the predator type, but this little game might be something we should do more often. "Where are you, baby?"

Soft hoofsteps echoed, yet they didn't sound like they were approaching or walking away; I just...heard them. They couldn't have come from me; even if I tried, I'd still sound like the giant stud that I am, not that I'd mind, of course.

My ear twitched.

They stopped.

Soon, a familiar scent tickled my nostrils. Normally, I would've been turned on by the smell but this...

"Aw hell naw!" I immediately covered my nose with a hand. "Ayla, I know you like Jasmine, the...scent, not, not that one chick in your Lit class...but damn, girl! Why you laying it on so thick?"

I continued my search, yet as I frantically looked up, down, inside, outside, every nook and cranny of the locker room, I soon felt light-headed. With panted breaths, I leaned against one of the lockers while holding my head. "Fucking hell..." Next thing I knew, my face met the cold, concrete floor.

* * *

"Had a nice rest, big guy?" A calm, masculine voice cooed. His hand brushed and combed through my mane as I slowly opened my eyes. I'll admit, whoever this was had a gentle touch, though I tend to melt whenever my mane gets played with, and not just by Ayla. Between the smell that knocked me out and falling face-first on the floor, my head throbbed and ached like a sonofabitch. From what I could tell, I was lying flat on my back on one of the benches in the locker room.

My eyes tried to process what was in front of me as I squinted at the fluorescent lights above me. But then I felt a wet kiss against my cheek, followed by a gently rub from the back of a hand. I grabbed that hand against my face but softened my grip and held it close to me; it felt a lot like Ayla's.

"Baby, is that you?" I ask as I look up at the silhouette above me, curious as to why there were...

A set of antlers with a broken-off point.

"FUCKING CHRIST DARBY!" I threw his hand off me as my eyes shot open, scrambling up off the bench and away from the creep. I only made a few steps before needing to lean against the lockers again, head pulsing and pounding. As I looked down, I noticed I was completely naked. I look over my shoulder and snorted. "The fuck did you do to me, dude?"

"Don't ask questions, stud. Now, I want you to come back here and sit down on the bench, if you please."

I gritted my teeth and snorted. Under normal circumstances I would've said 'fuck you' and left after I found my clothes, and ho' boy did I want to do just that. Yet...I felt this pull, as if there was an invisible lead attached to a harness on my mind, as if I had no choice but to obey. But...I guess I did have quite a day before practice, and now I'm thinking I'll have quite a night too.

"'Atta boy," cooed the deer as he sat down next to me. I noticed he too was completely naked, not realizing I was staring at his junk when he snapped his fingers. "Eyes up here!"

As if a string was controlling my head, it snapped up to look right at Darby. I don't know why, but I heard myself utter a quick "Yessir." Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This is so fucking gay! Like, legit gay! I fucking stared at another dude's junk for more than a second, and of course it had to be the team faggot!

"Now," I heard him began as he caressed both of my cheeks, "I want you to focus on my eyes, ok?"

"O-ok..." I'll admit...Darby's eyes remind me a lot of Ayla's: bright and blue, contrasting beautifully against that tan and brown fur. Captivating, mesmerizing, drawing me in with their charm; God they were beautiful. And with her soft hands touching my cheeks, stroking my chiseled jawline as we locked eyes like we are now...that shit drives a man wild with passion.

Next thing I knew, this lovely Chital doe pressed her lips against mine, pushing me down on the bench with ease. Wait? Bench? Well, it was only because I let her. Yeah, I like being the big guy, the stud horse who prides himself to be the big man on campus. But Ayla? I'd let her dominate me any day or night.

And then something firm yet soft pressed against my junk and hardening cock. Her leg, most likely, but...how come I didn't feel any fur? It feels more...fleshy? The fuck is going on here? Something's wrong here, very VERY wrong.

Those lips tasted sweet and heavenly, and our tongues soon danced together in each other's maws. My arms slowly wrapped around her and rubbed her back as my hands slowly moved down to grope that amazing ass of hers. At least this feels familiar, but damn, since when did she beef up? Fuckin' a, babe!

She broke the kiss and I felt her weight shift to sit on my...chest? Well, I guess I'd still be able to reach your puss--what just poked me! What the FUCK just poked my snout!? Ugh, fuck it reeks like...oh shit...

* * *

Brainless expression? Check. Glazed eyes with a shade of purple and lime green? Check. No means of resistance? Check. You're all mine now, you sexy beast.

I love being in this position when I hook up with a guy, especially the bigger ones; they just have so much room on their chest and bellies to sit on and I don't feel bad about crushing their lungs from my weight. Of course, playing basketball for years can help trim ya down.

As my hard member twitched in front of Marshal's snout, I noticed some of my pre got on his nose and lips from the few times I accidentally poked him.

Oh well.

I then stroked his mane and gripped the back of his head with my hand while holding my cock steady in the other.

"Just relax, baby. You'll enjoy this...trust me," I cooed, giving the stud a warm smile, not like he'd be able to register who I am in his current state. "Now, I want you to put that handsome snout around my cock and start sucking. Oh, and you better watch those teeth!"

* * *

"Oh I think I will, cutie." The fuck was I saying!? God, Darby, you smell like shi--mmmmffff... Something was telling me to suck on that deer cock right in front of my snout, and I couldn't help but oblige to that request. It tasted salty, that's for sure, and...ugh, did some of his cum get in my mouth? Or is that just my saliva, or something?

And yet his cock fit perfectly in my maw as I sucked, making sure not to bite down, even though I would love to do that as revenge. But who knows what Darby had in mind if I tried that; he did something to me, to my mind, my willpower, giving him full control of me. One thing's for sure, I'm gonna have a long talk with Ayla after this about her perfume choices.

As I sucked and sucked, barely getting used to Darby's musk and taste, I began to...enjoy this. I mean, yeah, this is gay as all hell and I wouldn't dare do this in a million years, even if I was drunk. But...I don't know, really; with Darby's weight pinning me to the bench and sucking his cock was...oddly enjoyable. And, big shocker, my own dick was rock hard from all this; I felt it slump against Darby's lower back and against one of his butt cheeks.

Ok, fine! I guess after getting gassed with Jasmine and hypnotized and tricked by the flamboyant team faggot, yeah, being force to give a blowjob...turns me on. It just feels good in my long muzzle, ok! Fuck!

* * *

"That's a good horsey," I said as I petted Marshal's mane. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan and a huff; God that longer muzzle was the perfect size! I didn't want to thrust or shift my weight on him; judging from his facial expressions, going from disgust to pleasure, and feeling his monster horse cock poke against my back and rump, I could tell right away he might be bi-curious. It's always hard to know what your subjects are thinking, or if they're fighting against your control over them. Part of me knows the hot stud wouldn't dare try anything gay, even if he was hammered. Yet, even in this moment, the many off-court butt pats he gives me, the constant teasing about my possible fantasies, I can't help but wonder if Marshal might have the hots for me.

"You got a pretty mouth, cutie," I cooed as I slowly scooted myself back, slipping my cock out of his maw. I noticed the disappointed look on his face and caressed his cheek. "Aww, don't be that way; I know what you really want." I grin and reached behind me for his cock. I also reached for a bottle of lube that I kept near the bench; knowing how big Marshal was, I may have to buy a new one after this.

It took some time, but I made sure the stud was nice and slick, soon reaching back and slowly pulling out the buttplug I kept in my ass since...just after practice, from what I remember; at least I'll be nice and stretched out before I take the big fella. Sure, I'd rather jam that dick inside me, but ya gotta do it safely, man; I don't want to be 'that guy' who goes to the ER because he literally ripped his asshole.

Lifting my tail tuft and lining things up, I slowly pushed my hole on his wide, flared cock head. It was hard to keep any moans escape my mouth as I bit my lip and hissed; with how empty the locker room was, part of me didn't want anyone to walk in on this. But I wanted that whole eight inches inside of me, dammit! I didn't want this moment to go to waste!

I push down further, slowly but surely, gripping those tight pecs of his to keep balance.

His hands caressed my hips, his glazed eyes looking right into mine. That was when I knew, deep down, he must've wanted this too.

Hook, line, and sinker.

* * *

God his ass was tight! Reminds me a lot of Ayla's whenever she wanted anal. I swear, somehow, someway, Darby knew I liked this position; I mean, who doesn't want to ride a stud like me?

And his hips, his ass cheeks, his fucking eyes...I keep forgetting they were twins, both athletes too. Makes sense, I guess.

No, this wasn't my first rodeo, but I always take things slow at first. And...yeah, so what if I'm letting a dude ride my cock? Feels just as good as letting a girl ride me, if I'm honest. But to hell with sucking his dick and tasting his jizz; I'm no slut or whore, I'm a MAN!

Soft snorts escaped my nostrils as I let the twinky-ass deer bounce. I gripped those cheeks tight to keep that tailhole open, though it seemed he was prepared when I noticed the dirty butt plug lying on the floor next to the half-full bottle of lube.

I'll give Darby credit, he was always one to prepare for anything. Hell, I didn't care if he forgot condoms, not like it mattered by this point. Oh, and you better not give me some faggoty disease because of this!

But the one thing that turned me on the most was his dominance, I'll admit; it wasn't so much as being dominated, rather than Darby acting...kinda cute in that role. He had...quite a strong push against my chest as his ride quickened. Fuck! He did not break eye contact with me, even after going balls-deep a few times, forcing my cock head to bulge through his stomach a tad.

"D-Damn, bro...you...really wanted to do this, didn't ya," I asked between panted breaths and grunts. As much as I wanted to plow his ass in this position...a part me liked that he was taking advantage of me.

Fuckin' a, bro! I'm a STUD, not a slut! A man who's--ah fuck it, this just feels way too damn good; I don't give a shit if his dick's been bouncing on my rock-hard abs this whole time.

After a few moments, he began to moan...quite loudly now. Loud enough where our romp echoed throughout the entire, empty locker room. I take it he might cum soon, if his furious masturbation was any indication.

And yet those eyes never broke contact. I swear I thought he said something, but it came off as a mix between a mumble and a moan. I knew I was gonna blow soon, but I tend to gush out rather than spray my jizz everywhere. Ayla didn't mind; it made cleaning up easier after she blows me. Heh, wished this sexy deer boy let me finish in his mouth, but DAMN did I not realize how toned your ass is, dude! Man, I'm kinda glad you and Ayla are twi--

Why does my face suddenly feel warm and sticky?!

"Oh shit..." I could hear Darby clear as day, now. Whatever woke me up from...whatever it was he put me under, I had a damn good idea as to what.

"Get the fuck off me, FAGGOT!" I roared and shoved him of my semi-hard cock, which was soaked with lube and my own pre, and I damn well hope he didn't get shit on it. He screamed and hit the floor and lockers hard, groaning and sobbing a little.

"Those tears ain't gonna work on me, dude." By this point, it didn't matter if we were both naked and soaked with lube and pre-cum.

But what did matter was that I need to get this queer deer's jizz off my face and out of my mouth, fast. Fuck! I completely forgot about my date with Ayla tomorrow night! I started to head straight to the bathroom to wash this shit off my face, but realized I needed the full monty and headed to the showers instead; at least there I can get a quick rinse.

Yet the sounds of the running water couldn't fully mask the quiet echos of Darby's sobbing; I wouldn't be surprised if he eventually decided to just change, pack up, and leave me be. But after that, the rest of the season's gonna be very awkward between us now.

I sighed softly after I turned the water off; it sounded like he was still in the locker room, for whatever reason. Figuring I was rinsed off good enough, I headed for the supply closet and grabbed spare towel to dry off with as I marched towards Darby. Normally, I'd wrap it around my waist before leaving the showers, but modesty didn't matter by this point.

He was just sitting there, naked, hands over his face. The bottle of lube and butt plug were still on the floor, his bag was still on the floor, opened. The smell of our dirty romp lingered in the air, mixed with hints of the Jasmine.

I took a moment to gather my thoughts; he was still a teammate after all. Yet the only question I could muster was, "Why?"

He wiped his eyes, but didn't look at me. He was quiet for what felt like a solid minute until he let out a shuttering breath before he answered. "This may sound obvious, but...I...like you...a lot..."

Nothing but the sound of dripping water from the shower head echoed through the locker room for a few moments after he said that. Me, I was shocked to hear this, but at the same time, I wasn't surprised. Fuck...

I was the first to break the silence. "Look...if...if my teasing made you think I was leading you on...it wasn't. I don't know why, I just have a stupid habit of doing that to certain teammates in...well, all the teams I've been a part of since secondary school; so it's not just you getting all of it...ok, dude?"

He glanced over at me and his eyes narrowed a moment, then he stared blankly at the locker ahead of him. "Don't worry...I'm used to it." He began to pack up his things and stood up. But when he grabbed his bag and headed to his locker, I clasped a hand on his shoulder and tugged.

"Darby, wait."

He stopped and glanced over his shoulder, putting his hand over mine as if he was about to brush it off.

"Look, you're a great player and you always keep your head in the game no matter what's going on off or on the court. I want you to know that."

He eased up on my hand, but the glare he gave me said otherwise. "Anything else?" I figured he wouldn't believe me nor take me seriously, and I don't think he ever did.

I gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, more to keep him from running off than for moral support. "This might sound crazy coming from me...but...I um...c-can we try fooling around again sometime? I promise I won't get mad."

As he shoved off my hand, he turned half-way towards me and grinned. "You totally like me, don't you?"

"What!? I didn't say that at all!"

"Wow, my gaydar is going into overdrive." The sarcasm was strong with this one. "You sure you're not bi, dude?"

"Alright, that's it!" I whipped the towel off my shoulder, twirling it so it's tight and whipped it right at that fucking cute ass. But the fucker bounded away just before I could get him, dropping his bag as he ran off.

"Ooooo, you really like me, don't ya, horsey?"

"Get back here and take it like a MAN!"

I chased him for God knows how long. I did get a couple swats at him with the towel, but I somehow found myself on top of him when I went for a tackle. Normally, I would've felt awkward, especially with Darby...but this time, not so much.

* * *

"I had a nice night, stud," Ayla cooed as she rubbed my biceps and leaned in close, her exposed tits pressed against my chest as we sat on her bed. We were both topless, but knowing how our dates go, it won't be long until we're both free below the belt.

"You want to ride your stud, or you want your stud to ride you?" I grinned as I leaned in closer as well, pulling her close with an arm around her waist.

"Mmmm, kinda want you to ram that cock in me tonight, baby."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

When we leaned in to kiss, I noticed she hesitated; her gentle push on my chest was a clear sign. I knew something was wrong right then and there. I opened my eyes and leaned back, still caressing her. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Her nostrils flared a few times as she moved that petite muzzle around mine, then scrunched as she jerked back while pushing me back more. "Ack, why does your breath smell like...like a...a...oooh..."

I breathed into my palm and took a whiff. What the fuck! I thought I brushed before our date! "Baby, I'm sorry, you know how I tend to for--"

"Hun, I know."

"What?"

"I know what you and my brother did last night."

I just stared at Ayla. I mean, yeah, she's pretty and hot and sexy and I get turned on by just looking at her, but I swear if Darby said anything... "How'd you know?"

"So you know that perfume I like to wear that turns you on so much?"

"The same that knocked me out last night? Yes, I know. Why?"

"Well, seeing as how me and Darby are twins, we tend to keep a tight bond with each other; nothing between us is left unsaid, even if it may seem hurtful to the other." She grinned as she petted my chest. "He must like you for the same reasons I like you...stud."

I couldn't help but chuckle and grin.

She continued. "But he did mention he was...jealous, but he knew he wouldn't have had a chance with you. So, I gave him a little help."

"But how was he able to do...whatever he did with my head? Like, I couldn't control anything until the last second, and--"

"Our dad's a hypnotist, hun. Remember?"

I nodded. "Right...fuck."

"Now." She grabbed both my cheeks and turned my head so that we were both looking eye to eye. "Let's just forget about my brother for now and just...relaaaax."

God their eyes are so pretty.