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Actaeon's Task: Part IV

"Ohhh," groaned Actaeon, "oh, my teats, they hurt."

"That's because there's still a bit of milk left in them." Pan stepped out from the trees and into the clearing. "You should probably nurse your son before he gets much bigger, or he won't want to suckle you."

Actaeon looked across the clearing at the fawn who was sure enough, larger than the last time he had seen him. The fawn was growing very quickly as a result from Pan's magic and would probably be full grown by the end of the night. He huffed wearily. After assuming the position of the dominant male again the last thing he wanted to do was to nurse his offspring like a wet nurse. "And if I don't?"

Pan shrugged. "Then they'll continue to hurt."

Actaeon watched his son. He was far too large to need to suckle, but his teats were aching so badly from the weight. "He already won't suckle" he lamented. "What am I supposed to do with my teats full of milk?"

Pan shrugged. "Suckle your daughter."

His daughter. Last night, his mate had birthed a beautiful doe. Like her brother, she was already beginning to grow at an accelerated rate, but she was still quite young and so still small. She wouldn't be large enough to handle a mate for a day and wouldn't be full-grown and mature enough to breed for another two, but she was already giving off the most arousing scent...

Shaking his head, Actaeon left Pan and the thoughts of a real female in search of a male who would satisfy his growing needs.

At the other end of the clearing his mate was sleeping. Actaeon nickered and the buck's ears swiveled to catch the sound and he opened his eyes wearily. He had been up all night in labor and was now resting; but the needs of his mate came before his own. He had learned that quickly. After Actaeon had become dominant over him, the stag had mated him many, many times. At first he would attempt to protest, however feebly, but after hours of the powerful stag pummeling his tailhole the buck finally grew to accept that the stag was the male and he was to play the part of the female; as he grew more accustomed to the part, he enjoyed his submissive role even more. He knew when his mate approached smelling of musk, he had a task that he must fulfill dutifully. The stag rubbed his snout affectionately against the buck's. However much he had protested becoming an animal, however much he was averse to mating with another male, he had grown rather fond of the buck and even more fond of their coupling together. Though he hated to admit it, the buck was every bit the dream partner he had ever desired.

Actaeon gently licked the buck's stretched tailhole. He was proud of his mate for birthing such a beautiful doe and knew how much pain the birthing caused him. But there was also pleasure in it, he knew. The buck, whose legs were folded on the ground beneath him looked up in surprise, then whickered in thanks. Actaeon lowered himself to the ground and nuzzled his mate's anus, first lapping at its rim, then gently fucking him with his tongue. The buck shuddered in pleasure - Actaeon knew that his mate always enjoyed that. The buck's tailhole spasmed and Actaeon pushed his nose into its recess and then slipped his long tongue even deeper. He could feel the buck attempting to rise and then fall, gyrating its body upon its erecting prick, masturbating the only way a deer can, and knew that he gave his mate pleasure. Actaeon pushed away from the buck and clambered to his feet, mindful now of his two and a half foot long erection that jutted from him. Everyday he was here, his penis grew longer and thicker and it was now a proud horsecock, though still tapered, and was as thick as his muscular arm used to be when he was a human. He, of course, didn't mind in the least and his mate appeared not to either, though the buck did eye the pulsing ramrod wearily.

The buck's penis had also grown, though it was not as large as Actaeon's and nowhere near as thick, it was still respectable. Actaeon could see now that the tip of it protruded from under the buck's furry chest, as he was still seated upon his phallus. Impressed at his mate's length, Actaeon leaned down and suckled on its tip, just as the buck liked. It only took a few moments for the panting buck to release, ejaculating thick, creamy seed into Actaeon's mouth. His mouth full, Actaeon nuzzled his mouth against the buck's until the buck obediently opened his, and Actaeon pushed his long tongue into it. He grasped and pushed and sucked, trying to kiss the buck, who didn't understand, but obediently complied as Actaeon filled his mouth with his own cum. Actaeon nickered happily when he watched his mate swallow his own cum and stood up, his own prick now needing attention.

The buck leaned over and grasped Actaeon's penis in his mouth. Actaeon moaned, enjoying all the human tricks that he had taught his animal mate, until the buck suddenly nipped at his rod, causing Actaeon to jump. He snorted angrily, but the buck went back to sucking, so he remained still. Then the buck did it again. Actaeon wrenched his penis from the buck's mouth, bleating in anger at his mate's sudden disobedience. The buck nickered and nipped at Actaeon again. But suddenly Actaeon understood and he stood still as the buck took his penis into his mouth again and waited until he felt his bladder release. The buck greedily drank down all of Actaeon's golden fluid, suckling hungrily as Actaeon claimed him again. The stag sighed in pleasure at the sight of his mate drinking his piss.

When he had released his bladder, Actaeon was still hard, but understanding the buck's weariness, he came behind the sitting buck and licked him a final time. Then he carefully lowered himself on the sitting buck and gently probed his rock hard penis against the buck's still-loose pucker. The buck nickered, but did not move. Actaeon slid into his mate slowly, feeling his mate's passage grip him no longer as tightly as it used to, but it would still do for now. While Pan had used his magic to ensure that both of their tailholes remained tight for as much pleasure as possible, he knew that birthing a fawn made an exception to this rule. The buck bleated, tipping his head back in pleasure as the monstrous, throbbing cock pushed its way into his depths. Actaeon shuddered, more aroused than usual. He wondered if it were because he was now fucking a birthing passage, now seeming less like a homosexual coupling and more like a vagina to his mind. As soon as he hilted, all thoughts left him and only the pleasure remained.

* * * *

Actaeon wearily ejaculated a final time into the buck. He knew that since the buck had just birthed he wouldn't be pregnant, but he still immensely enjoyed their coupling all day. With a grunt he withdrew from his more than willing partner and watched as a surge of fluids burst from his tailhole. Actaeon licked the buck's rear, savoring the taste of his own cum, then walked around to the buck's front to be cleaned up. Obediently, the buck licked Actaeon's softening length until it was limp and clean. The stag grunted again as he felt his penis retreat back into his sheath and with a soft bleat of thanks, he went off to the stream for some much needed hydration.

After having drunk his fill, he looked around the clearing in contentment. Pan had appeared on the far side of the glade, fucking a squealing nymph with his massive satyrhood, while his mate rested happily on the other after a day filled with pleasures. His little daughter was playing with a nanny goat that had wandered in (no doubt one of Pan's pleasure pets) and his son was now nearly full grown and grazing in the sweet grass. Actaeon settled down in the grass for a well-deserved nap. He had only been asleep for a few minutes however when a scent drifted to him. Opening his eyes, he swept his gaze over the clearing, trying to figure out what this new and mysterious scent was. It was so arousing, so enticing. Nickering, he rose to his feet and bleated softly. What was this? Everything was precisely the way it was before, nothing had changed, nothing except -

No, something had changed... Then he realized: the scent was coming from his son! There, underneath his legs Actaeon could spot a penis swollen with arousal, jutting from under the deer. Actaeon frowned at the sight of the penis; it wasn't small, but it certainly wasn't up to his standards. The thing was tapered, somewhat short and rather thin. He was much more used to his magically enhanced cock that rivaled equine proportions. The poor boy seemed skittish, too, not knowing what to do with the sudden need in his loins. And Actaeon couldn't blame him, he was only a few days old, after all. It wasn't his fault that he grew so quickly. He watched curiously as his son finally bleated needily and began to move his hips so that his prick slapped up against his belly, stimulating himself the only way he knew how. The deer sniffed the air hopefully, bleated, then slapped his prick against himself again before dancing away, testing the air, and doing the same. His nose soon led him near Actaeon's mate, where he sniffed once more to make sure, then came behind the sleeping buck.

Actaeon nickered happily and approached his son, desiring to guide him on this important day. His son was already lapping at the buck's anus, tasting a male there, knowing that the buck was acting the part of the female, despite the fact that it was the buck who fathered him. The buck looked back in surprise and, not finding Actaeon there, immediately leapt to his feet, bellowed a protest and side stepped away, his tail covering his rump. Nostrils flaring, the buck turned around to face his own son, defending his manhood. He was no female! The buck was still a virile stud in his own right and only ever allowed Actaeon to mount him. Otherwise, he was the one doing the fucking. But Actaeon nickered with authority and stepped forward, his antlers down to show the buck who was in charge. His son was ready to mate and needed a female and his mate would suffice. The buck whickered softly, but dare not protest the stag, and turned around again and flagged his tail like a doe. The deer's head shot up with excitement and he leapt forward eagerly, pushing his muzzle against the buck's tailhole and resumed his ministrations. Actaeon watched in amusement when only a few moments later the buck's penis slid forward, still soft, and with a pleasured bleat, he released a small flow of urine, just as a female would before mating. The buck really did love playing the role of a submissive doe, Actaeon thought. His poor son, however, did not fully realize that the buck he intended to mate was in fact a buck, and continued to lap at the male's entrance, seeking the fluids to signify that the doe was ready. Feeling disgust, Actaeon sighed and came forward, taking the buck's limp penis in his mouth and sucked gently until the buck bleated softly again and he felt another trickle of urine come forth. He removed his mouth then shouldered his son out of his way and nosed his muzzle into the buck's rectum, spitting the urine into the buck's tailhole. When his son moved in again to lap, thanks to Pan's powers, he tasted the scent of a doe ready to be taken.

Actaeon watched with pride as his son leapt onto the buck's back. The buck, now used to being used in such a way, did not protest and simply lowered his head, snorting as his own son attempted to penetrate him. Actaeon nickered encouragingly to his son, watching the little deer thrust upwards awkwardly, desperately trying to thrust his thin erection into the buck's loosened hole but unable to find the mark. Actaeon came forward and calmed the deer, then gently took his son's length in his mouth and sucked on it tenderly. His son nickered in pleasure, suddenly still upon the buck's back as he enjoyed the feeling. Then Actaeon tugged on the thin length and guided it to the buck's hole. Placing the drooling tip at the buck's entrance, he pressed his muzzle into the buck's hole for a moment, and lapped at its ring, causing the buck to nicker in appreciation as he tasted his son's saliva and the buck's own piss. Then he withdrew and his son thrust, and the buck was impaled upon the deer's cock. But despite his son's clumsy thrusting and inexperienced mating, the buck's cock slithered out of his sheath and he bleated in pleasure. Actaeon, pleased with his mate for being his son's first doe, thanked the buck by ducking under his quaking body and taking the buck's stiffness into his mouth. He lapped at the tip, licked its length, and sucked while the buck was ravished. When he tasted precum flowing freely from the tip, he knew the buck was more than enjoying himself and he let the penis fall from his mouth, giving his mate's swollen teats and quick suck before backing away.

He left the coupling pair to seek Pan; there was some business he needed to take care of before his own son took him. He found the satyr sitting in the other side of the clearing, leisurely fondling himself after his intense fuck session with the nymph, who had already scurried away with a blush on her cheeks.

"Hello, Actaeon," he said sleepily, his eyes flickering across the clearing. "Nice day today." He nodded to the other side of the clearing, where the two were quite visible and very audible.

Actaeon snorted. "I came here to talk to you about my son," he said.

"What of him? He's a magnificent specimen, is he not? I can't wait until he reaches complete maturity. Though he's quite a stud already, hmm?"

"That's why I'm here," Actaeon said. "He's not a stud at all. I would think that the product of two well-endowed males would produce an equally if not superiorly endowed offspring, but his penis is as small as a normal deer's. Should he not be blessed with the same gifts that his parents are blessed with? He is a deer in the sacred herd of Artemis!"

"Yes, he is. But he doesn't have to be well endowed for that. He's perfectly comparable to other deer. I'm not concerned. I only - enlarged - you and your mate for my own enjoyment. That is all."

"And what of my enjoyment? You think that I'm going to allow that female to mount me and attempt to give me a child? He couldn't penetrate me if he tried! You gave me magic so that my man cunt is always tight - he will never enter me with that shameful prick!"

Pan smiled, still fondling himself. "You're saying you enjoyed being fucked like a female? That you look forward to your couplings?"

"You know I do."

Pan laughed. "Then it is done." Actaeon turned away, now that his business was done and he knew that his son's size would grow to his standards, and began to cross the clearing to return to the pair. Maybe he could even join... Pan's voice called after him, "I told you interacting with the gods would change you, Actaeon!" But he ignored the satyr.

Watching the pair strain against one another, he grunted, feeling his cock harden at his command, but suddenly, he heard a soft bleat. He turned in surprise to find the doe standing near him, oblivious to her brother and mother's actions, looking up at Actaeon.

The little doe bleated softly, looking up at the great stag with her large, gentle eyes, and Actaeon knew that the fawn was hungry. The stag sighed and whickered at her, assenting to her unspoken request. The doe's mother was obviously busy elsewhere. The fawn nickered happily and danced forward to her father. With an eager bleat the fawn butted her head against his chest and began to search for his nipples, seeking the nourishing milk that his swollen teats beget. Actaeon stood still as the little doe began to suckle at his teats, drawing the rich milk from them hungrily. The deer that Actaeon birthed, however, was now almost full grown, and his teats were beginning to run dry. She moved from one pair to the next, then to the next until she ran entirely out of milk. But still being hungry, she continued to search for more and bumped her little muzzle against his sheath.

Actaeon grunted at this. He was already horny from the sounds across the clearing and the very touch of her nose against his cock tube made him shudder in delight. Without even realizing what he was doing, his cock swelled and began to tunnel forth until the tip was visible. For a moment she was still, curiously examining the thing as it trembled before her, quivering with arousal, then a drop of pre form at the tip.

She licked at it curiously and was surprised to find that although it was not milk, it still tasted fine and it would satisfy her hunger quite well. She placed her muzzle at the tip again and began to lap at its head, unable to fit her muzzle around its girth. Almost immediately, he felt its monstrous length begin to slide forth quickly.

Gingerly, he stepped over her body so that he straddled her and stood directly over her small form. It kept her head lined up with his meat and it allowed him to look down at her rump as she attempted to find the milk of his loins, still licking eagerly. He couldn't help but smile to himself. If she were hungry now, she would certainly be full when he was finished.

Unable to stop himself, he lowered his muzzle to her folds and began to lap at them. She squealed in surprise at the feeling, and jumped forward, jamming her mouth onto his cock. With a groan, he lowered himself to the ground a little, then delicately pushed forward. He heard her muffled bleat around his cock as he pushed it inside of her mouth, he could feel her muzzle stretching wide for its massiveness, but he could also feel the incredible pleasure caused by the tightness of her muzzle. He moaned as he felt her little mouth continued to suckle on his cock despite the fact that it was beginning to slide down her throat.

He huffed loudly, looking down at her little flicking tail that peeped out between his front legs as they thrust together in what he could only assume was the bestial version of a 69. The little doe squealed into his shaft as he continued to stuff its girth into her little mouth. He moaned, lunging his thick cock deeper into her throat and, unable to resist, lowered his head downwards again so that his snout was facing her little slit. Nickering lustfully, Actaeon buried his snout into her vagina, making the doe jump forward in surprise once more so that she swallowed even more of his cock and making him moan even louder into her folds. He began to lap at her insides, inching his nose deeper into her, stretching her out fully.

He felt his cock beginning to throb as the little doe's sucking became more intense and with a thrust, he jammed his entire length into her throat while completely impaling her tight hole onto his entire muzzle. She bleated in pain - he could feel her cry through the vibrations on his cock - but he wasn't concerned. The doe was the only female here and had to learn, for her own good and the good of the herd, how to please a male. Slobbering lustfully, he jutted his hips in sharp, thrusting motions as fast as he could into her throat as he felt his balls churn and he came into her mouth. As his loins released their seed into her muzzle, he slurped at her insides as deep and as fast as he could and with a muffled squeal he felt his daughter's insides spasm around his snout as she experienced her first orgasm.

With a grunt, he withdrew his monstrous organ from her mouth slowly until it flopped out, dripping cum and saliva. Leaning down, he gently he licked his cum from his daughter's snout as she trembled before him, shocked from the feeling of her first climax that her father gave to her. Pausing for a moment, he looked up across the clearing at his own son ravishing the buck. Actaeon's cock began to harden yet again at the thought of his son fucking his own father and of him fucking his daughter. He whickered lustfully. She would be full grown soon. And so would his son.