Bucky: the Oh Deer ending
the alternate ending to the Bucky story, where bucky over does it and passes a threshhold of no return.
*Glorp* followed by an audible *creeeeak* and a thump as his head hit the wood. Tongue lagging out of his mouth he pulled a dopey grin and just let his hands lay, applying a slight pressure just in case. "Okay..." he breathed slow "...did I go too far?" he let off a little and the pain increased tenfold. "Oh I think I did..." he left off completely and it seemed he might pass out from the pain. Looking up at the loft the sky was getting dark "Oh belly, we have to go..." he pushed one hand to the middle as wide as he could spread it, and slid the second off gently as possible, and pushed slowly into a sitting position. Stretch Marks were just starting to appear across the taught surface.
Sliding off the crate he bowed his back as far as he could, releasing his pressing all the while. The entire surface of his drum tight gut seemed to vibrate, every movement, nay every breath amplified over its tightly drawn surface. The massive weight of the produce packed in translating through his hooves to the floor did not help.*Clop* he would stop and breath through the pain *Clop* he reached his hands around as far as he could *Clop* he closed his eyes at the exertion. This proved to be a mistake as he tripped and started to be dragged down by his great orb of a belly weight, fortunately he was fast enough, and caught himself mere inches from the floor.
He held himself the for a moment, hanging off the side of a barrel, head hanging in a mixture of fear and exhaustion. Lifting his head up, his antlers snagged on the linen covering the barrel. Bucky groaned as he forced himself upright, reaching up to peal the linen from his face. "Oh no..." he looked down at the barrel. "Not blueberries..." he hearkened back to better days, frolicing in the clearing he was raised in, his family still with him. The little violet berries surrounded the one edge of the clearing, and everyone would always gather at the end of every meal to enjoy them as a sweet dessert. At least they used to, before the hunters came.
Bucky's mouth was unusually dry at that moment, he dreamed of just one of the berries, bursting on his tongue. "I suppose... just one couldn't hurt..." he grabbed a whole handful. "And I suppose if one couldn't hurt, a whole handful wouldn't either. he crammed three whole handfuls in his mouth and chewed. the refreshing juices wet every part of his mouth cheeks painfully packed with the tart pulp. he leaned back, taking great pleasure in the flavor dancing over his tongue. he picked up another handful, swallowing what was in his mouth.
*GLOOORP* there was no audible groan this time, no sound at all. Bucky dropped the blueberries in his hand, not hearing them hit the ground, he just grabbed his gut and held it. For a brief moment, the greedy white tail deer was fully aware of every inch of not only uber-tight skin, but of the tortured flesh that made up the stomach within. Time seemed to stop as Bucky screwed his eyes shut, and his stomach within gave way. *Glwrp* It felt like he had been shot, his already bursting full gut swelled outwards just slightly, enough to finish the job. Splitting both up and down from his flattened former belly button, Bucky's guts were jettisoned forcibly from in his tortured pelt. With a resounding thud Bucky hit the barn floor "not... cool..." he reached one last time to pull at his expelled innards, and gasped as it all went black.