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You weren't sure why it scared you so much.

Donovan was your neighbor - a tall, handsome, kind tiger-neighbor who you saw regularly. You had very strong feelings about him.

You were sure - well, pretty sure - that he had feelings for you too. He'd give you looks, he'd smile at you as you passed, he'd fix his hair when you waved at him. Those were all good signs, right? Surely!

And yet, you couldn't do it. The sheer dread of damaging your already quite nice and comfortable relationship paralyzed you each time you though you'd worked up the nerve.

It was evening now, and you were staring dismally out your window into the cobblestone streets of the cozy hamlet you called home, trying to think of a new approach.

You blinked as one of your neighbors trotted nervously by, looking behind him, as if he were fleeing from something.

Uhh...

Nervously, you pressed your face into the glass, trying to look down the street at what he might be running from, and your blood went cold.

A silvery mist flooded the street behind him, filled with unusual silhouettes that seemed to be moving in strange, rhythmic ways.

You stared in horror for a second before pulling away from the window, anxiously looking around for some place to hide.

Your window fogged up as the mist flooded the street outside, your view replaced by an eerie white glow. You stared, terrified, as the strange silhouettes and shapes continued to dance by your window, their blurred shadows the only thing breaking up the pure milky white.

Your ears twitched as a strange, buzzing, humming sound filled the air. Some kind of strange music, at first nothing but indecipherable noise, but the longer you listened, the more you realized that the shapes outside were moving in time to it. Twitching, twisting, turning, tumbling, all in perfect sync as the humming changed notes.

You shook your head as it filled with cobwebs, suddenly swaying on your feet. The music was loud now, and it seemed like it was reverberating inside your head.

Someone was touching you, you realized in muted alarm. A pair of fuzzy hands was running up your back, and you jolted as you realized it was lifting your shirt up and away.

Your gut instinct to shove them away activated at half power, and you weakly pushed a soft, fuzzy thing behind you away as you spun around to see it.

It looked like a deer. The body, did at least. It was covered in markings and tattoos, and its antlers were draped with flowers and leaves, almost like it had two twin trees growing out of its skull.

Its face, however, was hidden behind a curved piece of bark with two dark holes for eyes. Only its grinning white mouth was visible beneath the mask, a strange, reassuring sign that it held no ill will.

You took another step back, and it followed after you, gracefully striding towards you and driving your fight-or-flight instinct into high gear.

Your body responded sluggishly. You couldn't move through the thick mist that had leeched into your room the way this creature could. You lifted your hands to try and push the deer-thing back, and instead, it simply pushed them apart and stepped between them.

Before you could pull away, it reached a gentle hand forward, and with a quiet laugh, ran its fingers through your hair.

Your head felt fuzzy. As if with a simple movement of their fingers, they'd brushed aside your thoughts, and left a tingling valley-shaped void across your mind.

Their other hand gently petted down the other side of your head, and you realized you'd started drooling. You were still trembling, completely and utterly helpless before this creature, but you couldn't understand why that was bad, or why you were worried. Those thoughts had been brushed away, gone forever.

The deer tilted its head and smiled at you warmly, before pulling one hand away and delicately plucking a flower from its antler. You watched in an indecipherable mix of emotions as it lifted the flower up to your head, and gently nestled it in your hair.

...Woaahhh.

You were weightless. Your whole body felt lighter than air, blissfully tingling, and yet utterly directionless. You smiled, drool running down your chin, at the pleasant acceptance you felt draped over your mind.

The deer - Master, they were called - helped you out of the rest of your clothing, leaving you standing bare before them, drooling onto your chest, and swaying in time with the wonderful music that had filled up your head. They ran a single finger down the length of your limply hanging dick, and your body was eager to respond to the nonverbal command. You sighed as you felt yourself stiffen up to full mast.

Master gently grabbed your wrist, and you could only give them a dreamy smile as you followed behind them. Master could take you wherever they wanted. It felt so good just to follow them around, just to be looked at by them, and especially to be touched by them.

It was pleasantly warm outside. You hadn't felt the comfort of warm wind blowing across your bare body in too long, you realized. It was a simple joy that helped you feel... free. Truly free.

With Master, you really could do as you pleased. You had nothing to hide from them, nothing they didn't already know. You could be exactly as you were, and feel so good doing it.

You were in the center of town now. Everyone was here, you realized with delight. The whole village had been led here, most of them nude, some of them wrapped in vines or adorned in colorful flowers. You didn't need to stop yourself from staring - everyone was happy this way, dancing with empty eyes, or laying peacefully as their Master or Mistress petted their heads.

Master gave your wrist a tug, and you smiled at them, eagerly awaiting their instruction.

They smiled back, and your heart melted a little. Gosh, you loved Master. They understood you, and made you so happy. You were completely in love with this beautiful, masked deer.

They wanted to dance! Of course you would dance with them - nothing would make you happier. You closed your eyes and let the music fill you up as they guided your movements. In no time at all, you were skipping along with them, eagerly hopping from foot to foot, nothing at all in your mind except the music and your Master.

That was, until you opened your eyes, and something caught your attention.

You stopped dancing.

Donovan was there. A white rabbit, also wearing a tree bark mask, but otherwise nude and wrapped in thin, green vines, was braiding the tiger's hair as he purred quietly and licked at the mist in the air.

He was nude. You could see all of him, laying out, relaxed, exposed. And just like you, he was hard as a rock, gently throbbing in time with the buzzing music.

Master gently rested his chin on your shoulder, watching him with you.

You didn't mind. You swayed slightly together, staring wide-eyed at the beautifully striped fur, the subtle musculature, his dumb, happy smile.

You took a step forward, and Master followed behind you, laughing mirthfully into your ear.

Nothing was holding you back in the mist. As you approached, Donovan's Mistress, the rabbit, also smiled at you, and stood their tiger up. Your heart leapt up in your chest as they gently pushed the tiger toward you, and he locked eyes.

You stared deep into each other's eyes as you stumbled toward each other.

As soon as you were close enough to touch, you pulled each other into a tight embrace, and then into a deep, affectionate kiss.

It was just how you imagined. His breath was hot and heavy, his lips were delicious, and his eyes were gazing lovingly into yours.

You were a little surprised as he started to hump against you, frotting his hard, barbed dick against yours. Without hesitation, you joined him, aimlessly rubbing your hips against each other.

Master ran a finger down your spine and you humped a little faster between Donovan's thighs, feeling his own length pressed up against your chest and breathing harder into your intense kisses.

Donovan's Mistress guided his hand onto your dick, and you whimpered and began eagerly humping into his grip. He needed no further instruction, pumping at your dick as you slicked his hand up with pre.

Master grabbed your shoulders, and gently pulled you backward. You relaxed and let him move you as he wished, laying you comfortably across a soft bed of leaves, as the rabbit guided Donovan to lay atop you. You wrapped your arms around him, kissing him deeper as he pressed his hot weight down onto you.

Master pushed your knees apart as Donovan's Mistress lifted him from you, a thin string of drool connecting your lips to his as she lifted him up and positioned him between your legs. You felt your Master's hands stroking over your chest as the rabbit lined up Donovan's dick with your entrance, the tiger hunched over you and drooling onto your abs as he let himself be positioned.

With a gentle tap on the ass from his Mistress, Donovan pushed deep into you, making you moan and squirm and push back against him. Unthinkingly, he syncronized his thrusts to the hum of the music around you, and you followed his rhythm, adding your whimpering moans to the chorus.

Master gently pushed a finger into your mouth and you obediently suckled it, while his other hand gently tweaked and played with one of your nipples. Donovan was getting a similar treatment, the rabbit kissing his neck and stroking the fur on his chest as he humped steadily into you.

You looked around you, noticing that the festival seemed to have shifted to being around your embrace. You could see fae and their pets dancing around you, celebrating you. Other masked creatures were laying flowers and leaves around your bed. Master pulled his finger from your mouth and ran a finger through your hair, melting you into a deeper blissful haze.

You locked eyes with Donovan, his glassy, affectionate gaze fixed onto your own. You were smiling so wide, so blissfully happy, so comfortably free.

The music seemed to swell up. You could contain it no longer.

You came, warm splashes of cum spattering over your fur and splashing onto your chin and face as you came up the length of your torso.

Donovan was cumming too, his Mistress praising him with petting as his eyes rolled up with intense pleasure. Master was quick to follow their example, and you drifted off as the pleasure became too intense to comprehend.

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You awoke, feeling oddly rested and relaxed. You didn't remember having any dreams - or even going to sleep, for that matter - but it had to have been the best night of sleep in your life.

You were also nude. It must have been hot last night?

As much as you probably could have - or should have - been troubled by awakening with no memory of how you got to bed, you really were not. You felt good, more than anything.

You got dressed and strolled outside, yawning and stretching as the sunlight warmed you up. Donovan was in his yard down the road, and you gave him a wave.

He waved back, then paused, and pointed at the side of his head.

You blinked, and lifted your hand to where he was pointing on your own head, only for your fingers to brush something papery.

Carefully, you pulled the wilted flower from your hair. You examined it briefly, wondering how it had ended up there, before shrugging and tossing it aside to be blown away.

Donovan was back to tending his garden, hunched over and carefully pulling up weeds.

You hesitated, took a step forward, and realized, to your surprise, you felt no urge to stop yourself, not even as you neared the waist-high fence that separated his front garden from the street.

"Hey, Donovan, would you wanna go on a picnic with me some time?" You asked over his fence, the words flowing from your mouth with unbelievable ease.

He looked up at you, surprised, and then smiled, even seeming to blush just a little.

"I'd love to." He answered. "This evening?"