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The De-Horning of Edward

For Idesin and Anonymous

By Draconicon

Just as several college friends had promised, Edward was getting a ride to the Stag's Horn club on his eighteenth birthday. The buck looked to his right, at the other stag that was bringing him along, and got a cocky grin for his trouble.

"Heh, you looking forward to tonight, doe-boi?"

"Um...mostly. Just a bit, uh...nervous."

"Don't got to be nervous about nothing, Eddie. Just trust me to take care of you."

"That's what I'm doing..."

Edward blushed as they got in line, standing behind various other cervines as they waited to get into the club. He could feel a few eyes on him, blushing as he knew why. Even with his antlers at full growth, they were the shortest of all the other guys in line, and he himself was shorter than all the other men. Even Jerry, the guy who'd brought him, was a full head taller than him.

It didn't help that they were pretty muscular and he...wasn't. He rubbed his arm and shrank in on himself as they moved up the line, trying to look as small as possible, as non-threatening and little of a target as he could.

"Heh, come on, Eddie. Just relax."

"It's hard. Lots of eyes."

"It'll be okay, man. Promise."

"You swear?"

"Swear on those panties in your pocket."

"Jerry!"

He punched the stag in the side, his cheeks burning hotter than ever. Thankfully, nobody in line seemed to have heard him, but it was still beyond embarrassing to think that they might have. Jerry only laughed at him.

"Man, considering what you're getting tonight, that's gonna be the least of your problems."

"You don't have to keep reminding me! It's supposed to...supposed to be just you and the guys."

"It will be. At first."

"At first?!"

"Heh, I'll explain later. Bouncer. ID."

Edward blushed worse as he pulled out his recently renewed ID, passing it over to the bull standing at the front door. The big-horned guy looked down at it, back up, and down again, before passing the card back.

"Have fun, kid."

"T-thanks."

They stepped inside, but rather than going to the dance floor that was already packed with people, Jerry pulled them off to the side. Edward just barely caught the glance that the bigger stag gave to a couple of tables on the far wall, noticing a couple of other antlered men getting up and heading to one of the VIP rooms that were marked off very carefully in the back. Edward squirmed.

"I thought...I thought we were just gonna..."

"Heh, you know what we're here for, doe-boi. You still want it?"

"Well, um, yes, but -"

"Then come on!"

The sharp tugs on his arm kept him moving, moving faster than he had expected to be by some way. They crossed the open space between the tables quickly, stepped through the door -

"Get in here, doe!"

Edward let himself be yanked in, hands all over him, rubbing his ass and squeezing at the slight 'tits' that he'd been developing due to overeating and...other causes. He gasped as rough fingers pulled at them through his shirt, and whimper-moaned as he felt thick fingers digging into his ass through his jeans.

"Heh, yep. He's been developing into a good little doe."

"Knew that exercise routine would do him good. Got all the right curves."

"Curves and a flat chest, heh."

"Come on, those titties are coming in nice. He'll be a good doe in a few years."

"He'll be a damn good doe tonight! Let's get those clothes off him."

The guys were quick, pulling him around, dragging his shirt off before he could protest. If they were going any slower, he might have chickened out, but they were moving so fast that they were taking the decision right out of his hands. He appreciated it; if he had a chance to think about it, he would have been terrified.

The last clothes, his underwear, had the honor of being cut right off with Jerry's pocketknife. He gasped as the blade came dangerously close to his bits, but it was never in real danger. Just scary, sexy danger. The white cloth was tossed to the side, too ripped to wear again without extensive sewing.

All that it left him were the panties that he'd brought, the same pink panties that one of the other bucks held out.

"Heh, you gonna put it on, little girl?"

"Mmmmmmph..."

"Heh, either you put it on, or we do, and we're gonna be a lot rougher."

The easy way, or the hard way. He knew that it would get hard eventually; that was the whole plan. But for now...

He blushed, taking the panties, slowly sliding them on. The silky material hugged his legs, and did even more to his bottom as it pressed against him. The pink silk seemed to lift them a bit, offering some support to the rapidly rounding butt that he'd been developing over the past few weeks.

All those diets and exercise ideas...they've been right on the money, he thought, looking down at himself. His dick was still...reasonably big, though small for a buck, and his balls had been making much sweeter cum of late. His ass was big, made large with the fat and the other stuff he'd been eating, but his exercise routines kept it big and bouncy rather than fat and droopy.

The guys clapped for him, momentarily breaking role to congratulate him. Edward blushed, curling up and hunching into his shoulders as they patted him and clapped him on the back and butt. They were all so happy for him.

Then it was back to business as usual.

"So, looks like the doe came here with antlers. We can't have that."

The college kids laughed, pushing him down before he realized what was going on. His arms were pulled behind his back as Jerry pulled a handsaw out of one of the bags that they'd brought along. The thing was sharpened specially for this, and he blushed as it was brought down to the base of his antlers, the teeth digging in. He felt nothing, thankfully; it was all painless, but it was still...scary.

Second I lose these, I'll look like a doe until next year, he thought. No getting around it, no hiding it. Just a big bottomed doe that is looking for trouble.

His cock throbbed in his panties at the thought, a thing that the other guys didn't miss. They pointed, chuckling, spanking him.

"Look at the little doe. He wants it."

"Yeah, betcha he's going to be sucking dick all fall."

"With that ass, I betcha he's gonna be taking it, too."

"So, whatcha say, doe-boi?"

Jerry pressed down on the antlers a bit more.

"You ready to lose these?"

He blushed, looking down as much as the pressure up there let him. It was one last chance to back out of this, if he really wanted to. They were all doing this for him. They wanted him to have a good time, they knew what he wanted, they were more than willing to give it to him...

But they'd back off if he asked. They'd back off, it'd never be mentioned, and he'd just go back to doing what he did.

But I don't want that.

Shyly, he nodded.

The work was done quickly, the saw working back and forth and cutting through the half-shed antlers in seconds. The first one fell off without a problem, caught by some of the other guys and carried out of the way. The other one -

CRASH!

"Hey, guys, come on, I thought you were ready to catch that," Jerry said. "That was gonna be a souvenir! Special for Eddie and all."

"Sorry, Jerry. Least we got one."

"Numb-nuts..."

Jerry shook his head, looking down at Edward with a smirk.

"Can't get good help these days, huh? What do you think, doe-boi? Do they get your mouth?"

Edward looked back, thinking about it. He almost felt...empowered, in a way. That was their part of the deal, of course; they were going to get his mouth one way or another, as long as he gave them permission. They could use him any which way...but he had to give it. They blushed, looking apologetic as they broke role. He giggled.

"Yes...but they get it last."

"Good doe. Now..."

Jerry reached down to his zipper, pulling it down and letting a fat cock flop free, the nine-inch shaft still throbbing and growing upright.

"Why don't you get started on this one?"

The End