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"No Sarah, I'm not coming over."

The rottweiler grunted, keeping the phone away from his muzzle to keep the noise from reaching the lemur on the other end.

The absolute last thing Gerald needed at that moment was for his girlfriend to hear him enjoying a sloppy blowjob from anyone but her.

"Because I've fucking got homework to get done." He responded to the agitated female. "Can't buy you shit if my parents cut me off because of poor grades now, can I?"

The muzzle currently occupying the prime real estate between Gerald's legs belonged to an effeminate deer, an easy lay if ever the canine had found one. No ties to his current girlfriend, no ties to anyone really that Gerald could tell given how the nerd seemed to keep to himself, so he knew there was no chance of word spreading of what the two had been getting up to for two weeks now.

From day one the thirsty little faggot had been eyeing up the rottweiler, undressing him with his bespectacled green eyes every time the two were in proximity to each other. Gerald found it aggravating, though he did have to admit the smaller male had a rocking body. The canine himself was sculpted by regular gym visits, ensuring his toned body was the envy of anyone that saw him shirtless, but Nathan?

Nathan was, in every sense, a classic nerd.

The only thing the deer had had going for him when they started their little tryst was that his body was bang on for the type that Gerald usually went for.

The cervine was slim, submissive, and didn't complain when he went too rough. The little stag was so enthralled by him that Gerald had been able to start ordering him to meet him anytime, anywhere, just to get sucked off.

Gerald lifted his free hand, giving the deer a rough rap between his antlers with his knuckles.

Teary green eyes lifted to meet his own uncaring browns.

Lifting his eyebrows expectantly, Gerald motioned to the base of his sheath, snapping his fingers. Looking away from the deer to the phone he had pulled away from his ear, he saw Sarah's name taking up most of the screen, but his eyes were drawn to the top portion of the device. One little symbol was slowly fading in and out next to the phone's clock that made the canine's ears perk up.

Sarah was a decent enough piece of arm candy for Gerald, but damn if she couldn't be clingy and annoyingly restrictive when it came to sex.

"Yeah, fine, see you then." He raised his voice, not bothering to bring the phone back to his ear to accept any argument, and ended the call without a second thought.

He swept open the notification from the app, grinning toothily at the greeting he had received from the chick he had messaged several hours before. Her silence had driven him to desperation, his blue balls urging him to utilize the faggot currently trying, and failing, to deep throat his dick.

Gerald was loathe to waste a good blowjob though.

Nathan was struggling as per usual, but he still did well enough to get the rottweiler worked up enough for future rounds with the girl he now tapped out a response to. As he took a firm hold of one of the deer's antlers, he began tapping out a reply while pulling the smaller male's muzzle down onto his cock.

"_Thank fuck for predictive text."_He thought to himself with a grin, ignoring the choked gurgles as Nathan struggled around his girth.

The chick on the other end of his messages was already showing him everything he needed to see in order to get his balls pulling up tighter. He swiped through picture after picture of her pert breasts, her perfect ass, her pussy barely concealed underneath a damp pair of panties...

"Fuck if she's any good I'll need to make her a regular..." Gerald growled.

There was a muffled grunt, an inquisitive noise from behind his phone, and the rottweiler moved the device to the side.

Seeing Nathan's tear-streaked face was an honest surprise to the canine.

Gerald had completely forgotten the twink was even present. He became acutely aware that he wasn't even in his own residence room, given the all too feminine surroundings. Nathan had become nothing more to him than the fleshlight he had stowed away in the bottom drawer of his nightstand.

He shrugged.

"Same thing. I still have to do all the work."

Another firm tug, another choked gurgle from the deer, and Gerald went back to setting up a time and place to meet the freshman slut.

Nathan, for his part, just closed his eyes and let himself be used like a toy.

His throat was throbbing, his jaw aching, and fresh tears were falling from his eyes as the tapered tip of the canine's cock hit the back of his throat again and again.

Why he was attracted to the dog, he didn't know. All he did know was that he'd do anything to please the domineering, arrogant canine. To show him that the deer could be just as good, if not better than any of the females he fooled around with.

He loved the rough treatment, but it was the fact that the canine didn't see him as anything more than a hole to fuck which really stung Nathan.

"Ugh, tomorrow?" The rottweiler's grip on Nathan's antler tightened as he read the last message from the freshman. "Fucking bitch better be worth the wait..."

That made Nathan's ears perk.

"Guess what fag?" Gerald tossed his phone down to the bed. "You get to choke down another load after all."

"Waste of cum on a damn cockwarmer."

The rottweiler took a hold of both of Nathan's antlers, the cervine pulling in one final breath through his nose in anticipation of what was coming. Gerald held his muzzle in place as he stood up and shifted around so Nathan's back was pressing against the base of his bedframe, then got to work driving his hips back and forth.

Nathan could feel two globs of saliva and precum dripping from the corners of his mouth. His eyes screwed shut, trying every trick in the book to keep his mind focused on anything but the pain of his throat being so roughly violated, but the rottweiler's grunts and growls kept breaking up his thoughts and dashing his focus. His vision was filled with the russet fur of Gerald's crotch, blurred and hard to make out given the tears welling up in his eyes again and again.

Gerald's knot was already fully engorged, battering and smacking against Nathan's lips with such fervour that the deer wouldn't be surprised if he was getting bruised.

It was very nearly over, though. The deer had been in this position enough times by now to tell when Gerald was about to blow, and once that was done, he would be left to recover and wash himself clean of the sweat and spit and seed.

Squatting down, Gerald hammered back and forth, his grip tightening even more around the toy's antlers until, just as his cock started to spasm and unload rope after rope of thick cum, he felt a snap.

His right arm no longer had anything to brace against now that the deer's left antler had snapped off just above the base, but he didn't miss a beat. Gerald tossed the antler onto the bed and simply grabbed onto the back of Nathan's head with his free hand to ensure the cervine couldn't back off until he was done unloading down his bulging throat.

Minutes ticked by.

"Fuck that should have been in that chicks pussy..." Gerald growled, finally pulling his softening dick from Nathan's muzzle, letting the deer release a torrent of coughs and hacks as the twink was finally able to breathe.

"Wh-what the fuck?!" The deer gasped, drawing in quick deep breaths in an attempt to steady himself. "You broke my fucking antler!"

"Hmm?" Once again, Gerald had utterly forgotten that he was dealing with an actual person. "They grow back, don't they?"

"That's not the fucking point!"

"Whatever fag," The rottie was already zipping himself up; having gotten his rocks off, he had no reason to stick around, especially now that Nathan was complaining. "You'll be beggin' for this dick again in an hour, and maybe I'll give it to you."

He moved to the door and pulled it open.

"Might even break off that other antler so you don't look all lopsided."

* *

There was a cool breeze wending through the trees of the park as Gerald jogged down a sparsely lit path.

It was something he treated himself to at least once a week. There were no other runners getting in his way, and the evening air kept him cool as it passed over his short sweaty fur. The isolation was nice, and it was a decent way to tire himself out before he turned in for the night.

Getting a blowjob from the twink deer not an hour before had kept him sated, but he couldn't get the images of the lynx chick out of his mind. Considering he couldn't bury his bone in her until tomorrow, a run was the next best thing, and if he was still worked up by the time he finished, he could always pay the twink a visit right after.

"Broken fuckin' antler," He muttered to himself between breaths, the music playing in his earbuds barely noticeable, even as the sound began to scratch and scream. "Like he didn't fuckin' love it..."

Rounding a wide bend in the path, Gerald found himself beginning to run through ankle-deep mist, but his mind was already alight with the idea of paying the deer another visit, so it went unnoticed. It was a guarantee at that point. The fag needed to be put back in his place, and the rottweiler needed to remind him why he should be allowed to do whatever he wanted to the feminine male.

The image of forcing the guy into his pillow as Gerald stuffed his ass with his knot had him so occupied that a passing jogger gave him a start as they crossed paths.

It wouldn't have been the first time he had gotten some action while out on a nighttime run, and he figured he'd gauge his chances by turning around on the run to check out the figure that had passed him.

He had covered about a hundred yards after the bend in the path had straightened out, and the jogger was going at a much slower pace than he had been, so when he saw no one behind him, Gerald felt confused. Unless the other jogger had suddenly burst into a full on sprint, there was no way they could have reached the bend and disappeared around it by the time he had turned around to check them out, and there were no side paths for them to duck down.

Just a small open field to the right, and thick impassible bushes to the left.

The canine grunted, not giving the disappearance any more thought as he turned back around to pick his pace back up, only to find that he was now running into thicker and thicker fog.

There were tall lampposts installed along the path, each separated by fifty yards or so, and in the thick fog, their lights now took on the semblance of massive glowing orbs floating in midair. With a quick check over his shoulder, Gerald found that he was completely enveloped, with only a few feet of path visible around him as his steps faltered.

He had never experienced this before.

An evening mist was rare enough, but this was an all-consuming fog that dampened his clothes and soaked into his fur, reducing what he could see to just those large lamp lights. The air became much cooler, and as Gerald continued slowing his pace, he started to feel downright cold. A chill that seeped all the way into the marrow of his bones.

The rottweiler slowed to a stop, no longer confident that he could keep up his running pace without risking running directly into a bench or another person. He couldn't see two feet in front of him. He kicked the ground at his feet, the rough surface the only indication that he was even still on the path, and still, the gradual warping of the music playing in his ears went on unnoticed; soft voices calling him into the mist.

As he continued walking along the path, Gerald thought he could pick out the form of a person further ahead of him. There was a shadow at the next lamppost, and it made Gerald's breath catch in his throat and a shiver run down his spine.

The figure was silhouetted by the orb of light behind it, but it was still almost imperceptible among the sea of fog. What Gerald could make out though made him uneasy.

Its upper half at least had better definition to it. A torso, narrower than his own, supported a head above, and two arms at its sides with its elbows angled outward, almost looking as if it was holding something to its chest. Gerald couldn't make out anything beyond that, as the shadow seemed to be part of the fog swirling around it, but when he took a cautious step forward, it moved.

The smaller mass that he assumed was its head twitched, then raised, as if it had been looking down at the ground and was now lifting its gaze to meet the rottweilers. His blood ran cold as he found himself looking into two dark pits. Two holes, black as pitch, floating in the mass of grey that was the figure itself, and as the canine struggled to explain what he was looking at, the thing moved again.

The canine was roughly six foot three, and his head didn't even reach halfway up the lampposts that lined the pathway. The figure ahead of him had looked to be about the same height as him, but as it started moving, Gerald realized with horror that the thing had been sitting. Its elbows were stuck out to either side of it because it had been holding its knees to its chest, but now, with an agonizing slowness, it released its legs and began standing up.

The things arms were as long as Gerald was tall, and utterly skeletal in width, ending in long claw-like fingers. Its legs were similarly emaciated and long, and as the things knees, if it had any, locked in place as it stood fully, the rottweiler found a gasp of horror dying in his throat as the beasts head and shoulders were lost in the gloom of the darker fog above the reach of the lampposts light.

He took another step back, his gaze transfixed on the dark behemoth ahead of him.

He knew, just_knew,_ that the thing was looking directly at him, and it made his stomach turn.

Then it shifted.

The movement gave the impression that the silhouette had taken a step forward, towards the canine, and that was more than enough for Gerald.

Adrenaline finally broke through the fear that had wormed its way into his muscles and froze him in place, forcing him to turn and bolt as fast as he could away from whatever had been standing by the lamppost ahead of him.

'Don't... run... little... dog...'

A crackling static had filled Gerald's earbuds, and a rasping voice stuttered its way through the noise, nearly deafening him.

He ripped the small devices out of his ears, just as a jagged laugh began echoing through the static. The rottweiler's feet were still connecting with the solid surface of the path, and he knew he was at least running in the right direction in spite of the thick fog obscuring everything around him. The soft glow of a lamppost began to come into view as Gerald approached the bend in the path he had originally come around, and he breathed a sigh of relief as the thick fog seemed to be thinning out the closer he got to it.

The canine's lungs burned as the post became clearer and clearer, the fog dissipating rapidly around him until he finally reached the light. He could make out the thick bushes just off the path to his left, and more and more of the open field to his right, and that gave Gerald enough justification to slow his pace, and risk a backward glance to see if the monster in the mists was in fact pursuing him.

But there was nothing.

Gerald slowed even more, turning to face in the direction he had been running from, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

The distant lampposts were back to being simple dots of light rather than the large glowing orbs illuminating the thick fog around them, and of that unnatural mist, there was no sign at all. Gerald was standing on the park path, panting heavily, sweating profusely, looking around himself in utter confusion, on a perfectly clear, normal night. The lights of the city beyond the park illuminated the sky behind the trees, and the silence of the night returned to deafen the canine.

"You okay mister?"

The soft voice snapped Gerald to attention and he nearly jumped out of his fur.

A lithe grey deer, whose head only just reached up to Gerald's shoulder, stood behind him looking concerned. This wasn't the twink he had visited before his run, but he shared his slender feminine body, which was on prominent display given the skimpy jogging gear he was wearing.

Normally Gerald would have been all over that, but the encounter he just had was still fresh in his mind, and he couldn't get the sight of the towering... thing, out of his thoughts. He turned back in the direction he had just run from, eyes nervously darting back and forth trying to find the beast he had seen, or even just a wisp of mist, but there was nothing.

"Mister?" The deer asked again.

He had to keep up appearances. He didn't need anyone thinking he was crazy.

"Uh... y-yeah," He was finally able to start getting his breathing under control. "Yeah I'm, I'm fine..."

"You sure?" The smaller deer pushed, his voice accented by true concern. "You look like you've seen a ghost or something."

Gerald wanted to tell the kid to back off. He wanted to get back to his dorm and out of the park, back to safety, but found that he couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't tell if it was the fear still lacing his veins, but the idea of not being alone in the darkened park was infinitely preferable to making his way back to the entrance on his own. If whatever he had experienced happened again, he'd at least have someone else to see it to prove he wasn't insane.

Anyone else may have considered the idea of leaving another person alone in the park to be distasteful, cruel or cowardly even, but Gerald never even considered the deer standing next to him.

"I... I'm just tired, I guess..." Gerald couldn't think of any other excuse. He didn't even know if he believed what he had seen himself anymore. "Might've just spooked myself, I guess..."

"I get that," The deer chuckled, his voice light and cheery. "Running at night in a deserted park is bound to offer up some spooks, even if there's nothing going on."

Gerald's heart had finally kicked itself down a few notches as his senses returned to him, and the idea that he had seen a monster in the fog, or that there had even been any fog at all, started to seem like just a trick of his own brain. Perhaps he had been studying too much, or more likely, it was the lingering effects of weed he had enjoyed earlier that afternoon. It wasn't the greatest stuff he had ever used, but it had gotten the job done at least, though he wouldn't have expected hallucinations so long afterwards.

"I run here every night," The deer said proudly, giving the rottweiler a smile. "If I'm gonna make it onto the university track team next year, I have to keep it up, and the routes through this park are perfect for training. I guess I've just gotten used to everything here so there's not much left to scare me."

"Next year?" The canine asked, his mind collected enough that he could smell the opportunity of a potential hookup on the air.

"I'm in my last year of high school," He replied with a slight blush. "I've already been accepted here, so now I'm free to just focus on studying and training. I know I don't look like much..."

"You look just fine to me, kid." The longer Gerald thought about what had happened, the less he believed it, and the closer to normal he returned. The idea that it had all been a delayed after effect of low quality weed felt more and more legitimate as he thought about it, and he didn't want to acknowledge the ice still present in his veins and the chill running down his spine as he glanced down the path again.

"Did you want to keep running, then?" The cervine asked hopefully. "There might not be much left to scare me here, but some of the paths creep me out a bit, so I wouldn't mind having some company. Tonight just feels... different."

"You're telling me..." Gerald thought to himself.

"Uh, sure, I can go for a bit longer." He couldn't quite shake the images of the fog from his mind, but now that he was talking to an actual person, he found himself at least able to start to drown them out with thoughts of another kind.

Thoughts that were mostly focused on the tuft of a tail flicking above the two _very_enticing mounds of scantily clad cervine ass he could now gorge himself on as the deer walked past him, ready to resume his run.

Gerald looked down at his hands for a moment, realizing he still held his earbuds in a vice-like grip before pocketing them and following along behind the other male. He did his best to pass off the static voice he had heard and just a trick of electronic interference, but the rasping memory still chilled him.

The deer set them a decent pace once they began their tandem run, but as they rounded the bend in the path Gerald had just come from, he felt his stomach twist in knots again. There was no fog, no mist, no figure in the distance towering over the lampposts, but still the rottweiler felt uneasy as they approached where it had stood.

His companion was completely oblivious, however, and kept his pace steady as they passed the spot where the thing had stood, or at least, where Gerald thought the thing had stood. He found himself letting go of the fear he had felt, his arrogant sense of pride finally starting to reassert itself, chastising him for being so afraid of a hallucination, of being unsettled at the idea of proceeding along the path while a fucking teenager was powering ahead without hesitation.

"Speaking of fucking a teenager..."

The canine dropped his pace ever so slightly so he was running just behind the deer next to him, his eyes devouring the younger male as if he was nothing more than a fine meal.

His shirt clung to his slim frame tightly, and was only just long enough to cover him to the waistline of his shorts. Those were what Gerald found to be the most enticing part of the package. The deer's black shorts barely covered his plush ass, the slight curve of the bottoms of his cheeks poking out just enough to be seen as they tensed and flexed with each pump of his long slender legs.

He could picture, quite vividly, taking a hold of those waspish hips, pinning the deer in place while he gave the younger male the best ride he would ever have in his life. That tail of his was constantly flagged, just begging Gerald to bury himself under it.

The fag back at campus could wait for another visit until some other time. The one he had running just in front of him would do perfectly, and if the kid played his cards right, Gerald would make him a regular when he finally moved to the school.

"Like what you see?" The deer panted, having looked over his shoulder to see the dog eye-fucking him as they ran, convinced the older male had been doing it for quite some time.

"Find us a spot," Gerald huffed, his libido having fully returned. "And I'll show you how much I like it."

The deer grinned.

"Out here in the park?" He asked coyly. "What if someone sees?"

"Who the fuck cares?" Gerald retorted, a combination of his horny mood and the traces of discomfort at still being in the park leaving him with little patience. "You're gonna take what I'm gonna give regardless."

The pair slowed, turning down a smaller side path flanked by thick oak trees. A dozen yards ahead, illuminated by a single lamppost, was a small two-room public toilet, surrounded by a cleanly manicured patch of thick green grass.

Gerald already had a hand slipped down the back of the deer's shorts, his saliva slicked index finger finding its mark in no time as the two made their way to the restroom. The cervine's girly moan was music to the rottweiler's ears as he pulled open the door of one of the stalls and shoved the teen inside.

"I bet you taste amazing." The deer said, already lowering the lid of the toilet so he could sit and get himself eye-level with Gerald's crotch.

"Any cock would taste amazing to you," The canine replied, pulling down his shorts in his eagerness to put his earlier hallucination out of his mind for good. "Start sucking. And do a good job, because I'm going to be fucking you in a few minutes."

His cock sprung free as he yanked down his boxers, and to his credit, the younger male went straight to work engulfing half of his meaty shaft as soon as he could.

"Eager little slut, aren't ya?" Gerald growled, taking the familiar position of hands on antlers to make sure the deer knew exactly what was expected of him. "Get it nice and slick, fag. Bet you're just as eager as I am for this to be under your tail."

A pathetic whimper of agreement came from between the canine's legs, earning a smirk from him.

Five minutes passed in the dark restroom stall. Five minutes of utter silence beyond the wet slurps and gagging moans of the young deer struggling to accommodate Gerald's large cock in his throat while also maintaining the ability to breathe. The air rushing into the cervine's nose was thick with Gerald's sweaty musk, his eyes rolling back into his head as his senses were overwhelmed and dominated by the canine before him.

This was him in his element, and he couldn't wait for the finale.

"Get up and bend over, fag." Gerald pulled his hips back, his cock popping free from the deer's muzzle dripping with saliva and precum.

The feminine deer rushed to obey, making Gerald grin as his cock flexed. Now he could properly appreciate the ass that hovered before him. The black shorts hugged each and every curve of the youth's backside, nearly disappearing between his cheeks as the fabric clung to his taint and even the smaller pouch of his sack below.

Beyond the flicking tail and the squeezable cheeks, which Gerald landed a hard spank on to elicit a startled bleat from the deer, the only prize that mattered was under the thin fabric.

Gerald yanked down the teen's shorts, surprised to find the cervine with only a thin red g-string to keep him modest.

"Fuck kid," The rottweiler slapped his cock down between the deer's cheeks, grinding himself along the cleft and slipping his cock under the string of fabric. "You plan on getting fucked on these runs of yours?"

"Always good to be prepared." The deer moaned, pushing himself back against the dog's grinding hips.

"Should just fuck a load into you and leave you here," Gerald growled, pulling back enough to slip the tapered head of his cock to the deer's ring. "Let anyone that comes by take a turn..."

"You're speaking my lang-UAGE!" The teen let out a loud bleat as Gerald forced his dick into his tight ass, bludgeoning past the skilled, but not properly prepared muscles straining to keep him out. "F-fuck!"

"Be as loud as you want, fag," Gerald pumped his hips forward once... twice... three times, bottoming out in the squirming deer beneath him. "I'm not stopping."

What followed was ten brutal minutes of harsh fucking.

Even Gerald had to admit he wasn't even having sex at that point. He was simply fucking a willing hole, using the pleasure of claiming the younger deer, of punishing the slutty cervine with his thick pulsing member, to banish his earlier embarrassment. He had had a waking nightmare, a hallucination, a trick of the fucking mind or an imbalance of chemicals in his brain, and he ran like a scared pup.

That anger at himself, the shame of it, was being redirected into fuel for his hips, into a suppressor for any remorse he might have otherwise felt at so roughly claiming a new conquest, especially one that hadn't even finished high school yet.

Gerald looked down at the deer, bouncing back and forth as he plowed into him again and again with enough force to nearly shake the entire restroom, and was surprised to see the smaller male with a blissful grin plastered over his muzzle. He had gotten so used to that other fag, that other deer, with tears in his eyes and his face screwed up in a pained wince, that seeing another male seem to be so enjoying his brutal attentions, caught him off guard.

"F-fuck me d-doggy!" The deer panted, his words staggered as each thrust of his hips drove the air from his lungs and jolted his entire body. "O-oh f-fuck yeah!"

"You like that you fucking fag?" He growled, hunching himself over the deer, feeling his knot kissing his already stretched ring with each thrust.

"Fuck y-yes!" Came the strained reply, a slender arm swinging back to grip the rottweiler's flexing thighs as if to aid his thrusts. "Knot, fuck, knot m-me!"

Gerald grabbed both of the deer's wrists, pinning them roughly to the wall above the toilet as he adjusted his hips to bring his waist slightly below the teen's ass. Each thrust drove the deer to the tips of his hooves, only for him to fall back down to meet a fresh upward pounding, his tail hole being forced wider and wider with each slam of the canine's fully engorged knot.

When Gerald finally forced himself fully into the teen, there were no words, no warnings, just an ear splitting bleat, and the taste of sweaty fur as the rottweiler bit down on his shoulder.

He was locked inside the deer, still thrusting, still humping, as he released what felt like the largest load of cum he had ever produced. The two males were panting heavily, constantly shifting and grinding against each other in the confined space of the restroom stall, which now smelled like less of a restroom and more like the bottom of a bag of used gym equipment.

"Fuck doggy," The deer gasped after several long minutes of exhausted recovery. "He was right; you do like it rough."

Gerald's ears perked as he released the deer's shoulder from his jaws, not quite catching what the smaller male had said.

"What-" His words died in his throat as he stood back, his hips still locked in place against the teen's ass.

The deer was grinning, resting his upper half on the toilet, his head, twisted fully backwards to look back at the canine. His smile betrayed none of the exhaustion he had been exhibiting moments ago, his black eyes were piercing in their mirth, and his antlers had grown longer and pointier, the usual bone colour slowly melting away to become as black as the void. Fresh horror surged through Gerald's veins at the macabre sight, and he tried to back away only to find himself frozen in place.

Gerald blinked.

The nighttime breeze rushed over his half-naked body, the cold cutting through his short fur to chill him to the bone as he stood in the middle of a small clearing surrounded by thick forest. His erection still pulsing and dripping between his legs, though the rush of his orgasm was rapidly being replaced with confused fear.

His companion was gone, the restroom nowhere in sight, and large unsettlingly warped trees surrounded him. A thin blanket of fog covered the ground between the trunks, curling and coiling around monstrous roots that seemed to writhe along the dark shrouded ground, but only flowing into the small clearing by a foot or so before slipping away or dissipating entirely, like gentle waves running up a beach.

'Can't... run... little... dog...'

The voice froze Gerald's blood, seemingly coming from all directions.

Twigs snapped to his left, so the rottweiler backed away to the right side of the clearing, only to have another snap echo through the dark trees behind him. His pulse hammered in his ears as he looked to and fro, desperate to find some way to get out of the clearing and out of the park. Everywhere he looked only yielded more trees and thick shallow fog, but even then, Gerald spotted movement between the trunks further into the forest around him.

That monstrously tall _thing_stepped from tree trunk to tree trunk, its long thin legs, its disturbingly skeletal arms, all framing a long torso that could have easily been mistaken for a tall dead tree had it not been moving...

Gerald whined, his eyes brimming with tears as he saw that towering something flitting between the trees in every direction. The dog collapsed to his knees, screaming at the darkness in the hopes of someone hearing him from beyond and coming to his aid, but his voice didn't even echo. It didn't even sound like he was making any noise outside of his own head.

"You okay mister?"

Gerald scrambled forward, twisting onto his bare backside as he turned to find the deer standing at the edge of the forest, a gentle smile on his lips, and palpable malicious joy emanating from two pitch-black eyes.

"Aww, you don't look happy to see me," His voice was smooth and intoxicating as it reached Gerald's ears, though he took no comfort from it. "Thought you'd be springing to attention after our little romp."

The cervine stepped further into the clearing, tendrils of fog snaking around his naked body, blending with his pure grey fur.

"You're probably wondering just what the hell is going on, huh?" He asked, still grinning below a large rack of dangerously pointed ebony antlers. "Well, I'm happy to fill you in!"

Gerald was frozen in place, unsure if he should, or indeed, if he even _could,_speak.

"You remember Nathan, of course," Seeing the lack of recognition on the rottweiler's face made the deer sigh. "The deer you muzzle-fucked the antlers off of."

He took another graceful step forward.

"Well, I happen to be very protective of my cervine brethren," He carried on, crouching just a few feet away from the trembling canine. "So, when my evening got interrupted by a call, a summoning if you will, by one of them who had gotten one of their antlers unceremoniously ripped from his head, I of course had to answer."

The demonic deer wasn't sure if anything was sticking in the rottweiler's mind, but he enjoyed the theatrics of it all the same.

"A deer, so desperate to please a big tough brute of a dog, gets his antler snapped off by that very dog," He spat those last words, the trees around them groaning in dark sympathetic anger. "And all that was asked of me, was to give him a little revenge. To get back at the brute that didn't even stick around long enough to ask if he was okay."

The fog began creeping closer to Gerald, covering the lush green grass as the deer spoke.

"Well, I just had to come have a round myself first, didn't I?" The cervine chuckled. "I mean, he speaks very highly of you, and I've got a weak spot for rough canines. Those knots of yours..."

Though his eyes were pitch black, Gerald could see the deer glance down between his legs at his exposed package. His sheath stirred.

"Wh-what..." The canine stuttered, only just beginning to come to terms with what was happening around him. "What are you going to do? Am I... am I dead? Is this hell?"

"And I've been told I'm the theatrical one!" The deer laughed. He stood, stretched, and took another few steps towards the canine. "No, boo. You're not in hell. You're not dead. You've just been a complete asshole to one too many people, and I'm here to give you a little sorting out as was requested of me."

"S-so..." The rottweiler gulped. "That... that thing. That tall... whatever the fuck it is..."

"Oh that's just part of the trick, something to freak out those I've been asked to target," The grin was wider now, a touch of pride in his voice. "And your fear was just delicious! Almost better than your cock, but that's in the past now. You got to have your fun..."

The deer turned himself around, squeezing his plush ass cheeks and pulling them apart to expose his still gaping cum stained tail hole, before turning back and smiling as his own cock began standing to attention.

"And now that I've taken my payment from you," One of the cervine's hands slid sensuously down his chest, then over his smooth stomach to wrap delicately around his impressive length bobbing between his legs. "It's time for me to actually get to work."

"Wh-what fucking work?" Gerald backed away along the ground, his ears twitching in fear as he heard the agitated groaning of the trees behind him. "The fuck else is there to do?!"

"Why are the boastful aggressive ones always so dim..." The deer sighed again. "You're going to go through exactly what you put my little deer friend through. You're going to take exactly what you've given in the past. I'm not going to be gentle. I'm not going to stop until I'm done. Be as loud as you want, babe, because I'm not stopping."

Gerald moved to scramble away.

He turned onto all fours, getting his legs under him and shoving off the ground to sprint into the woods in an attempt to get away from the demonic cervine. The forest was foreboding, terrifying, but he knew he had to take his chances, but just as he pushed off, he discovered he couldn't move. Looking down, Gerald saw wisps of fog coiling around his wrists and ankles, thick enough to pin him firmly in place, but insubstantial enough for him to not be able to feel them.

"Good boy, getting yourself into the perfect position for me," Two hands lay gently on Gerald's hips, sliding over his muscled waist and up under his shirt to rub over his back. "You like this position, don't you? You never have to remind yourself that you're fucking a twinky little fag instead of a buxom sophomore chick. But you _love_it."

The rottweiler growled, struggling against his ethereal bonds even as the deer's soothing hands rubbed and glided over every available inch of his body, leaving pins and needles across his flesh.

"There's just nothing that beats mounting a guys ass, is there?" The demon continued, his voice a soft coo. "Can't blame you there, though I do have to say you've been missing out by never lifting this adorable little nub for anyone else. Robbing them of such a delicious treat."

A glob of spit landed between Gerald's cheeks, and he redoubled his efforts to free himself. He was sweating with exertion, growling as threateningly as he could, but he found himself unable to even turn around to snap at the deer before he could go any further.

"Get the fuck away from me!" He shouted as the demon deer slid his cock up between his toned cheeks, smearing his saliva along the crevice and rubbing his broad head against the canine's tight virgin pucker.

"You massively overestimate your ability to stop me, dog," The voice was still gentle, but there was a dangerous edge to each word he spoke. "Just take your lesson like a good boy."

Gerald shouted in pain as the deer began stuffing his cock into his ass, robbing him of his anal virginity.

The rottweiler gritted his teeth, swearing to such a degree that a sailor would have blushed, but it didn't slow the demonic deer in the least. Once his fat head had popped fully into the canine, he ground his hips forward roughly, two, three times, forcing the incredibly tight muscle wider and wider until the fattest part of his shaft was buried inside of him. The last several inches sank in easily after that, and the deer groaned happily as his hips came to rest against the larger male's backside, his balls bumping against the much larger sack hanging between Gerald's legs.

"Ooh my, doggy," He moaned, swiftly pulling himself back just to plunge in fully once again. "Fuck it's a crime that you've been hiding this gem from the world..."

"F-fuck you!" Gerald growled, his head hanging limply as he struggled to handle the ache radiating up his spine to the tips of his fingers.

"Already did that, remember?" The deer laughed, working himself into a steady rhythm that filled the silent clearing with the clapping of hips against ass. "And you were rough."

A strand of fog shot up from the misty ground and wrapped around the back of Gerald's head, pulling him face down against the damp grass. His arms buckled next as his upper body followed suit, leaving him with his ass aimed skywards. The deer was squatting just behind him, his hands gripping the dog's thighs for better leverage to pick up his pace, plunging his dick in and out of his tail hole with harder and faster thrusts.

Gerald's curses and growls fell on deaf ears as the demon pounded him into the ground, the short fur of his inner thighs tingling as what little spit remained between his cheeks ran down his legs. He was gritting his teeth so tightly he was sure they would start cracking, but just as he felt them reach the breaking point, the demon slammed into him hard one final time.

A blazing heat poured into his bowels as the deer climaxed, the entire forest around the clearing roaring along with the unnatural creature as he came. The sound was deafening, the heat overwhelming, the discomfort of his position unbearable.

"Yessss..." The once playfully feminine voice of the demon changed completely, becoming deeper, darker, and more threatening. "This is going to be a fun night."

To Gerald's horror, he felt the grass beneath him part, his hands beginning to sink into the cold wet earth. Dirt fell into his nostrils, toppled into his grimacing muzzle, as he felt himself sink lower and lower into the soil of the clearing. He tried to scream as he sank, but his mouth filled with dirt the moment he made the attempt, and just as his uncovered eye was about to fall below the line of grass, Gerald blacked out.

* *

"He's been positively kind to me for over a week, now," Nathan said conversationally, gazing across the cafeteria at Gerald, who sat alone at a table set up against a large window overlooking the quad with a vacant, haunted look on his face. "I mean, on those odd occasions where he can't run away from me in time."

"I'm glad to hear that!" The grey deer sitting next to Nathan gave his fellow cervine a light punch to the arm. "No other troubles then?"

"None at all!" Nathan looked to his accomplice, taking in the cheerful cervine along with the snug fit of the grey deer's white dress shirt and dark grey vest. A vibrantly detailed black and pink tie was pinned in place under the vest with a carved piece of polished antler, and his long legs were covered in a slim fit pair of grey dress pants. He drew looks, and Nathan couldn't blame people.

It might have been the fact that he looked like a high school senior out for prom with how neatly he was dressed and how young he looked, but Nathan was more willing to put his money on the impressive rack of solid black antlers atop his head. They were certainly a sight to behold, especially with how they seemed to absorb any light that fell on them. Of course, Nathan couldn't be entirely sure everyone else saw him the same as he did...

He couldn't be sure given what the deer sitting beside really was. If he even had the right idea of the answer himself...

"I'm sorry I can't fix your antler for you, Nathan." He said, taking a sip of his mocha, letting his eyes drift over the various furs flitting around the room, assessing them. "But rules are rules, you know."

"No, it's fine," Nathan idly reached his hand up to rub the filed down stump of his missing antler. "I'm... honestly I'm just amazed this all worked. I didn't... didn't really think any of this was real..."

"That's just how we like it, my friend," The demon rubbed the cervine's back comfortingly. "Can't go causing mass panic and chaos, now can we?"

The two shared a chuckle before the grey deer set down his empty mug and stood, straightening and smoothing out his clothes before reaching out a hand to Nathan.

"Well then this is me," He said with a smile. "Your request has been answered and fulfilled, so I'd best be off! There's a lot of ground to cover in this line of work!"

"W-wait!" Nathan took the deer's hand and stood up quickly, blushing profusely. "Uh, I was wondering..."

"You want a piece of this particular action." The demon grinned.

"H-how did you know?" Nathan couldn't hide his surprise.

"You're a quiet boy, well studied, preferring to keep to yourself and stay out of trouble," The grey deer cocked his head with a smile. "You've been the good boy your whole life, always playing by the rules and giving people the benefit of the doubt, even when they clearly don't deserve it. A very good standard to set for yourself to be sure! But that night, when you called to me..."

The bustle of the room around them dulled into nothing more than white noise, while the deer leaned in close to Nathan with a wide, toothy grin and eyes that conveyed a sense of dangerous mirth.

"You got a taste of what _real_fun is like," The demon leaned in close, the deep greys of his irises giving way to rapidly spreading blackness. "And I can tell you want a bit more..."