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Though the benefits to taking a jog first thing in the morning were nearly endless, Shane was on the path and chasing the sunrise for a couple of very specific reasons.

Like anyone else, the first reason was just his general health: keeping a slender figure wasn't the easiest thing to do, and the young man knew that it was better for him to establish good cardiovascular habits as early on as he could.

The other reason was for the solace and comfort that he found being out and about in nature, and when he was alone on the pathway, enjoying the sound of his own breathing and the quiet rustling of the trees in the morning breeze, his thoughts were clear and his head was relaxed; he couldn't find those sensations anywhere else in the world, and in those moments, he felt more like himself than he ever did, otherwise.

It was hard to explain, but he didn't have the burden of needing to explain it to anyone, either...at least, not usually.

"You come down this path often? I can't say I've ever seen you here before."

Shane didn't use earbuds: he preferred to lose himself in the quiet sounds of nature, but that made it easy for his ears to pick up on the sound of a voice approaching from behind.

That he'd never heard the footsteps of another person was a concerning thing, but as he turned to his left, he saw a creature pacing him with relative ease.

"...What in the blazes..."

Shane's voice was distant and hollow as his eyes beheld the antlers and muzzle of a deer, but the cervine creature was running on two legs, rather than four. His expression was so familiar that he could have easily been plucked right from Shane's imagination, and his stare was laced with darker intentions than the sunrise could hide.

It was more than enough to take Shane by surprise, but he couldn't properly convey his shock when the deer began pushing into him, moving their bodies from the beaten path and easing them toward the thickets of the surrounding trees.

"I think I'll be able to answer all of your questions in due time," the deer murmured, though the fact that he could talk would only be the first of dozens of inquiries Shane had. "But I'm not so interested in answering you with words, if I can avoid it."

The deer was thicker than Shane: the slender human _could_have put up more of a fight, but he could already feel that the creature was stronger than he was...and further that he was waiting to see how much of a fight Shane would put up against his advances.

There were only weak pushes from Shane as the jog turned into a slow drift into the trees, and once their bodies were hidden from view of the path, neither one of them was jogging any longer.

Shane felt the bark of a tree scraping against the slim fabric of his tank top as the deer leaned on him.

"You know, I was worried that you might react differently...that you might even panic...but you're just letting me have my way with you, aren't you?" the deer asked, his eyes narrowing on Shane's nervous, but curious expression. "You're barely fighting back; don't tell me that you actually want this?"

Part of the morning jogs and the process of finding himself was Shane coming to terms with the random thoughts that crossed his mind: that one of those thoughts seemed to have jumped out of his skull and materialized on the path next to him was a truly frightening experience, but there was so little resistance in his body as he tried to push back against the deer that he wondered if the creature could read his thoughts.

Something like that should have made him fearful, but instead, it piqued his curiosity and left him wondering what the deer was really after: there weren't any genuine clues just yet.

"I don't...I d-don't know what it is you want from me," Shane finally spoke up, his voice timid in the face of the stronger creature. "How can I know if this is something I want?"

"It's not obvious what I'm about to do yet? You're not really that dense, are you?"

The entire situation was unfolding so rapidly that Shane didn't have a chance to figure out what the upright cervine was after until he went right for it: the warm, heavy press of a muzzle against his face would have been awkward no matter how the situation came to be, but the creature that pinned him to the tree was rather skilled with his ministrations, pushing his own lips delicately over Shane's own, despite the force in the rest of his actions.

"Could y-you...not...mn..."

Shane wanted to put up more of a fight, at first. His body was quivering with the nerves of the unknown: he still hadn't gleaned the name of the beast, or figured out why he'd come after him in the first place...but now that he'd been given a clue, there was no denying the intentions of the sentient deer.

What was getting harder was denying the fact that he might be enjoying it...but he still wasn't sure about it yet, and the deer wasn't giving him any time to think about it.

Shane was still coming to terms with the taste of the cervine on his lips when he felt a full, thick set of digits wrapping around the bulge of his cock, right through the heated pocket of warmth that had gathered during his run. That moisture was pushed back into his tender, sensitive flesh as the beast felt him up without any regard for his resistance...

...Of course, any resistance Shane felt was starting to fade, as much as he felt weird about the entire situation.

"Nmm...n-no, no!" he gave one final outburst as he came to his wits and pushed the deer back from himself, but as he did, he could feel a dangling strand of saliva between their lips; he'd been kissing back against the sensual creature, whether he realized it or not. "I'm sorry, but...y-you are very handsome, whatever you are, but I'm n-not...I'm not gay , okay? I'm not into this!"

"Is that why you're still throbbing against my paw?"

He'd taken the measure to push himself free of the kiss, but Shane never bothered to stop the deer from squeezing his cock and stroking it through the fabric of his shorts: no matter what he said or how he tried to deny his feelings, the growing flesh of his member was telling a different story, and that was all the deer was concerned with.

"I didn't...e-even realize-

"Sure you didn't," the creature muttered. "Like you weren't just squirming and trying not to cum all over my fingers...do you really think I believe that?"

Shane was doing all he could to convince himself that he was only enjoying the physical aspect of the touch: if he could get away from the beast, he could run home and tell himself that it was only the level of skill that caused him such delight, rather than the man attached to the dexterous paw.

"I know you well enough to know that you're lying to yourself, Shane. I don't want to see you keeping your true self in the closet any longer...you need to free the beast, the same way that I did!"

Whoever this creature was, it was becoming obvious that he'd seen Shane running down that pathway more than a few times, and in those moments of privacy, he'd gleaned enough information to realize that the slender human was starting to wonder about a few of his self-truths.

Though he was still too timid to admit them verbally, his body continued to tell the tale of how he really felt about the deer, as his shorts were pushed slowly from the lower half of his body. A long, thickening cock sprung up and bumped right into the cervine's thigh, drawing a brief chuckle from his muzzle...but he wasn't getting caught up on the small victories, right then.

He wouldn't be satisfied until he'd pinned Shane against the tree and taken him proper , and as much as Shane didn't want to admit it to himself, he was hoping for the same end.

"I don't know w-what you mean," Shane countered, but keeping up that lie was proving more difficult than he imagined; more and more, it felt like he was delaying the inevitable, but if he was going to be taken in such a risky place, he was going to say that he tried to resist. "What beast? What is there to reveal about myself?"

The changes were already beginning on the inside, but the first clue of them coming true on the outside took place when the deer spun Shane around and pushed his chest into the tree. Even through the fabric of his tank top, he could feel something more scraping against the bark on the trunk, preventing his chest from being scraped, as it should have been.

It was fluffy and soft, yet resilient...and it was eerily similar to the fluff upon the hips of the pressing deer.

"You and I both know the answer to that," he teased, "But if you really want me to force it out of you, well...we both know you're into that, too."

Whether it was the way the deer styled the fur atop his head, or the familiar glimmer in his eyes as Shane managed one last look over his shoulder, he couldn't help feeling as though he was looking in a mirror, seeing a version of himself that reflected more of who he believed himself to be.

One aspect that he hadn't anticipated, however, was the fact that the deer didn't have any problems with his own sexuality, and he certainly wasn't questioning it...where Shane was still trying to stay in the closet.

He knew that he wouldn't be allowed to stay there any longer, but there was a small gift hidden in their exchange, as the deer pressed against his lower back.

He wasn't wearing any clothes, Shane thought. He's already hard...I can feel his cock rubbing against my ass...he's really gonna do this, out in the open?!

They were surrounded by trees and brush, but there still wasn't enough of a sound barrier to keep them from being discovered, if Shane were to let out an impassioned cry.

It was still unclear if it would be a cry of delighted bliss, or a cry of sheer horror...but his body was giving plenty of signals that tended to the former, the least of which was the subtle push and sway of his backside as he arched into the eager beast.

"So much for all that tall talk about how you weren't into this," he taunted Shane and gave the back of his head a subtle push, forcing him to stay facing away; he wanted to keep the human guessing what was coming next. "Just a few more strokes on your ass, and I think we'll both be more than ready for this..."

The underside of a lengthy, cervine cock was brushing between the slender cheeks of Shane's rump, letting a trickle of precum spill between the curves. The plentiful juices rolled over the puckering warmth of his asshole, but he couldn't imagine that would be enough lubrication to make the act as smooth and pleasant as it needed to be.

Whatever intentions the creature had, they didn't seem to be gentle, but a quivering, whimpering Shane wasn't putting up genuine protest, anymore. Any sound he made was laced with lust, but he still wasn't saying the right words, as they came to the moment of truth.

Right until the very end, Shane was doing his best to deny and reject the possibility that he might be even a little bit interested in the deer, verbally...but a stream of precum was spilling from his exposed cock in such volume that he was practically watering the grass around his feet.

Those same feet were ripping through his tennis shoes when he looked down at them: toes had burst through the seams with a growing, widening stance, and all the while, he'd been distracted from the fact until they were starting to meld together and curve, revealing a pair of feet that couldn't be seen as human anymore.

They were hooves , whether he wanted to admit that or not.

"Good...looks like you're starting to embrace it, after all," his counterpart claimed. "You can't ever be your happiest when you're denying parts of yourself, and you can't live life to the fullest in such a shell of a body...it does my heart well to see that you're starting to come around."

"Is it...is it so bad if I do enjoy it?" Shane asked, keeping his eyes on his own body as he watched trails of fur shooting up his ankles, emerging from the ends of his newly made hooves.

He could hear the snickering behind him in ways that he'd never known, as his ears started traveling up the sides of his head, taking a more appropriate place for the creature he was becoming.

"Not at all, Shane. In fact...I want you to tell me how much you're enjoying it," the deer admitted. "Kneel down like a good bitch and tell me how much you want to be painted with my cum..."

It was a massive jump forward from the subtle teases and gentle pushes that Shane was used to, but he rolled with it so easily that he wondered what he was hiding his inner truths for in the first place.

His lack of willingness was melting away as quickly as his skin was disappearing: the fluff upon his chest was spreading wide, and below the tank top, he could see a cream underbelly forming amid an overcoat of comforting, earthen browns.

Even in the brisk of the morning, with his clothes being tugged away, Shane felt a certain warmth about him. As he knelt before the predatory deer and lifted his backside for what he'd wanted all along, he felt a new comfort in embracing that role, just as the tip of a cock pushed through the initial resistance of his asshole...though that was changing, as well, throughout the process.

With the flickering of a small tuft above, it was quickly becoming a tailhole, and the expanding fluff was absolutely fitting for the cervine form that Shane was starting to take.

"I want to...I w-want to feel it all over me," Shane finally admitted, his voice breathless and wondrous as it navigated the emotions behind those words. "I want you to mark me...t-to cover me with it..."

There was a lust drunk smirk playing over Shane's lips as he felt them expanding away from his face, morphing with the structure of the skeleton underneath. Human lips that were so awkward and clumsy against his captor's muzzle were becoming a perfect match for them, and the subtle, peach fuzz of his facial hair was spreading over the whole arrangement, wrapping his face in a coat of fur that would keep him cozy through even the coldest months.

He couldn't imagine being cold at a time like that, but there was greater comfort in knowing that he wouldn't have to worry about it anytime soon; his morning jogs would be much more comfortable, once he became used to jogging on his new, glossy hooves...but he wasn't worried about his balance just yet.

On his paws and knees, he was only concerned with the slow, increasing depth of the invading cock, and the sensual beast that was attached to it: he'd already ripped the tank top from Shane's body, revealing that his coat of fur was spreading around to his back and shoulders, as well.

Only one change remained to be seen, and from the fluff that encompassed Shane's skull, a pair of small, chitinous nubs were starting to emerge, pushing up and away from his face.

"Never thought you'd beg for it so easily, but if that's what you really want...j-just hold still like a good little slut and you'll get what's coming to you..."

Whatever sense of denial Shane had about his sexuality was being pumped out of his system, one satisfying thrust at a time. His new body was well equipped to handle the impressive flesh of the deer above him, and his flesh was an endless pleasure center, with every inch of his body reveling in the new sensations of his change.

His inner muscles clenched unevenly in their inexperience, but that was only the half of it: paws that roamed over his tummy and tickled his chest were just as much a part of the show, and on top of it all was the yet nameless beast, pumping from the hip and driving the soaking mess of his precum further and further into Shane's body.

"Please, j-just...just do whatever you want t-to me," Shane begged, having completely given up the ghost of his heterosexuality. "Fuck me as d-deep as you like... paint me with whatever you want...make me yours!"

There was just the slightest hesitance to their act as the deer looked down on Shane's fully transformed body. He wore a wide, sinister grin as he finally pulled his cock free of the stretched, soaking tailhole and gave Shane a tap on the shoulder.

"Just remember that you asked for that," he murmured. "You wanna be my pet so badly? You're gonna need to be familiar with me on a more intimate level..."

"Whatever you want me to do, master..."

"Learn my scent," he ordered, guiding Shane's muzzle to the underside of his warm, musky sack. "And hold still..."

The new deer was still learning the intricacies of his body and the heightened abilities that came along with it, but he didn't need to be guided to find the source of the warm, powerful musk: he followed a stronger sense of smell to the base of the sack and the source, but he couldn't keep his tongue to himself.

Between his legs, there was already a lengthy drip of precum spilling away from his member, but just before Shane was able to finish the deed for his master, he snuck one out of himself: there was no resisting the overwhelming pressure of his ecstasy as his cock spewed a healthy load of seed right into the ground.

"Should have known you were enjoying this even more than I was...if you weren't doing such a wonderful job, y-you'd be getting quite the s-scolding for that!"

It wasn't easy to keep the demands of the beast that transformed him at bay, but fondling each heavy orb with the flat of his new tongue was a great start: Shane guided his new master to a climax only seconds after his body was wracked by his own, as the original deer stroked himself the rest of the way.

"Good...v-very good, pet...very f-fucking good!"

His praises came in a deeper grunt as long, thin ropes of cum gushed from the tip of his tapered cock, spraying down over Shane's face and settling in his hair. Excess strands found their mark around his neck and his shoulders, and as the errant energy left his body, Shane's master hit every spot that he could; even the newly curved antlers found themselves with a little bit of the mess, before a quivering paw went steady near the base of a cervine tool.

Feeling a lingering, dribbling strand of warm, soothing mess pour over the side of his muzzle, Shane stayed right where he was, content to embrace his new master's scent for as long as he could...