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Deer Hunt Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Gotommax

The clatter of an old Playstation 2 controller filled the room as yet another hour ticked by. The glow of the television spilled out across a young man wearing just basketball shorts and boxers, his bare torso creamy white from the lack of direct sunlight. He was barely eighteen years old, his brown hair a bit shaggy and his eyes were a soft blue. Cody was starting to feel the fatigue most people felt hours earlier in the night, but he still pressed forward, guiding his character from platform to platform. With his junior year of high school finally behind him, he had all summer to look forward to and he wasn't going to waste a moment of it.

Cody yawned a bit, though he got distracted as headlights flashed across his window, someone pulling into the driveway. His video game character plunged into a pit and the screen went dark, but Cody paused the game and set it aside, moving over to his window. He split the blinds apart with his fingers, peeking out of the crack, spotting the four door dodge truck in the driveway. The passenger door opened and a man in his early twenties stepped out, reaching up to stroke his thick goatee beard. A fifty year old got out of the other side with a fuller beard, the two moving for the door.

They weren't entirely unfamiliar faces to Cody - the driver was his father's best friend Jackson and the passenger was Jackson's son, but the fact that they were there that early was a bit unusual... not to mention the fact that they were dressed in the contradictory colors of brown forest camouflage and neon orange at the same time. Then Cody realized what it meant, what was happening. His muscles tensed and he looked around, trying to figure out a way to escape, to hide, to do anything, but then it came, the knock on the door before Cody's father entered.

"I thought you were up..." Adam smirked gently, "Come on, get some warm clothes on, you're coming with us." He said. Cody's eyes widened.

"I don't want to go; I've got stuff to do..." Cody begged. Adam shook his head.

"You're eighteen now, you need to learn what it takes to be a man. You need to know how to live off of what you kill yourself, and there isn't a better opportunity than this. They've never opened hunting season this early or for this long. It isn't just an opportunity, it's a duty. The stag population has exploded. We need to help get their numbers back to normal."

"Can't they just export the extras to Africa or something to feed the people there?" Cody asked. Adam's eyes narrowed.

"Come on Cody, you shoot things on your games all the time. It won't be any different except now you'll get a tangible reward for doing it. Get dressed, you're coming with us. You've got a half hour while we load up our gear." Adam said before heading out of the room, leaving the door cracked so he could hear if Cody went back to playing. Cody was left in his chair before he looked at the clock. It was four in the morning... That intersection between the insane late night gamers and the insane early birds. Cody just prayed he could sleep in the truck on the way, listening to his iPod.

Cody grudgingly got up and moved to put on his old thermal underwear, long pants, thick shirt and his socks and boots, stuffing a few changes of clothes and towels into a backpack before adding a bunch of granola bars as well for energy. He let out a weary sigh as he turned off his Playstation, his computer and all his other electronics before he headed out of the door, heading for the living room. He spotted a few boxes of gear and lifted them up, moving out of the front door.

The cold air outside hit Cody and wrapped around him, making his eyes water as the cold sunk into them as well. Cody blinked before he hoisted the boxes up, surprised by the slightly older man in the bed of the truck that accepted the cases and lowered them into place before offering Cody his hands.

"Hey, I'm Joss. You're Cody, right?" The man asked. Cody looked up at Joss, surprised how he could look so young and old at the same time. The goatee was really thick and his buzzed short hair and camo really made him look like an old hunter, but his skin and eyes were so young. Cody wondered if he was young enough to be interesting, and prayed he was interested into something other than hunting.

"Yeah, Cody... Nice to meet you." Cody said.

"So your dad is dragging you along to?" Joss asked. Cody cracked a small grin.

"Do you hate hunting too?" Cody asked. Joss tilted his head a bit.

"Well, no, but I hate being up this early. The hunting part will be fine, trust me, you'll be a natural at it." Joss said, hopping down as Adam and Jackson emerged.

"So are you still going to that gym?" Jackson asked. Adam shook his head.

"I caught one of the fitness trainers taking peeks at guys. I tried to turn him in but they said they had no evidence of that. I told them if the fruit can't keep his eyes to himself, I was going to keep my money from paying him." Adam said, moving for the truck.

"Well good for you. Evil thrives when good men don't take a stand. Jackson said.

"We better squeeze into the back." Joss said, moving for the back door. Cody sighed and moved to do the same, climbing up into the back seat of the truck before his dad climbed into the passenger seat. While he was completely straight, he hated how bigoted his dad and his friends could be at times. It was as if they just hadn't caught up with the times, how things were. Still, every time he got even remotely near the subject his dad wondered if he was gay and it was more trouble than it was worth to try and fix all his misconceptions. Joss scooted in next to Cody and buckled up.

"Everything strapped down back there son?" Jackson asked.

"Yes sir, all ready." Joss replied. The fathers went back to their talking about the undesirables about society. Cody reached for his iPod to tune them out, though he paused as he spotted something glinting in Joss's pocket.

"Is that a lighter?" Cody asked. Joss reached down and brought it out.

"Yeah man, I use it mostly for my cigars." Joss replied before grinning, "Do you and your dad smoke too?" he asked. Cody looked a little flummoxed. He and his dad didn't do much of anything together.

"Not yet." Cody replied before slipping his headphones in. Joss gave a nod before he leaned against the side of the cabin, closing his eyes, apparently trying to go to sleep. Cody thought that was a rather marvelous idea and curled up himself, closing his eyes. Before long all he was aware of was the music coming form his ear buds and the gentle vibration of the road beneath the tires.

****

Cody was awoken suddenly as the truck lurched again, bouncing him off the seat. He grabbed onto the coat hanger on the ceiling before glancing around. Joss had already latched onto his own hand hold as they moved down an old gravel path over-grown with brush. Adam and Jackson seemed to be arguing about the amount of noise being made but Cody was still too tired to put everything together. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard - six thirty three a.m. Cody knew if he had been home in bed he would have been starting in on his second batch of dreams already. The two young men held on for their life until the truck finally came to a stop, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Much as Cody suspected, there seemed to be little science to it all.

"Alright, we're here. Sadly we missed a prime window of opportunity, but we can still get a little bit in before we set up for the long haul." Adam said, climbing out.

"So the deer get off that god awful early too?" Cody moaned.

"Yeah, I think it's so they can avoid the hunters, but they keep pushing it back further and further." Joss joked. Cody almost believed him for a moment before he rolled his eyes, grabbing some granola bars out of his backpack to stuff into his pocket. As Cody stepped out of the truck, his father loaded him down with a hunter's jacket as if he was conferring a mantle. Cody lurched a bit at the weight, trying to adjust to it. It was like a suit of armor with insulation, ammo packs, and survival gear. He hated the weight it weighed him down and he hated that it was like indoctrinating him to the life of a hunter. Cody soon felt even more alienated as Adam, Jackson and Joss prepared their weapons, securing them for movement, ensuring they were loaded, clean and ready to fire.

"I'll guide you through the finer points when we have time, but for now you should carry this. The safety is on, don't worry." Adam said, handing Cody a rifle. Cody took it, though it felt wrong in his hands. The wood and metal was archaic compared to the technology he usually used. It was like something out of another time, a crude killing machine in hands used to simulated violence only, though Cody had been to the shooting range before, he knew how to fire smaller weapons, he just didn't like it at all.

Cody considered complaining about his lot in life, but it wouldn't change where he was or what he was going to have to do if he wanted to eat that trip. Worse, he would embarrass himself in front of Joss and appear like a whiny little kid. He was already considered a bit dumb for being kept back a year in middle school, he didn't want to further that at all... so he said nothing, merely noting to himself that when he had kids he would respect their wishes, desires and limitations and never kidnap them and force them to hunt.

Once the truck was locked up, the four men ventured out into the forest with careful precision. Jackson and Adam showed years of expertise in animal tracking. They identified tracks, scat, broken twigs, and even places where it was likely that various animals marked their territory. For the first time on the trip, Cody felt himself actually interested in some aspect of what his father was trying to impart to him. The information was fascinating about how the animals moved, how they lived... Cody just wished they didn't have to kill them when they caught up.

"Have you ever seen so many tracks?" Jackson murmured, looking at them all. Adam shook his head slowly.

"Never... No wonder they opened hunting season early. I'm surprised we're not tripping over them all." Adam replied.

"And yet no other hunters, we picked a damn good spot." Jackson beamed.

"Or they just aren't up this early." Joss said, elbowing Cody. Cody chuckled at that, warming up a bit. The hunters continued along through the woods, keeping their eyes peeled. Cody just hoped that they wouldn't find any deer, but the crackling of twigs in the distance made that seem even more unlikely. Still, he kept on wishing as the sun rose higher, brightening their path.

****

Hours had passed and the hunters had ventured through the woods with little more than a split second sighting. Adam and Jackson had never experienced anything like it before in their lives. The evidence was everywhere; the signs were all over the place. Even the sounds were there... But no deer, no stags, nothing. It was as if they had gotten better than ever at evading humans. Joss had joked that their change in behavior may have been why their population increased; fewer of them were dying at the hands of hunters, though Adam and Jackson were in no mood for such a thought.

Cody sat on a log, watching Jackson and Adam huddle, trying to figure out new strategies. He peeled back another granola bar wrapper and bit into it, munching through the oats and raisins. With the sun up, the temperature wasn't that bad and he was starting to wake up. If anything, it was rather beautiful. He had never expected his wish to come true, but he couldn't have been happier that it did, and without any deer in the area, Cody was starting to feel bold enough to use the restroom without fear of getting shot.

"I'm going to go use the 'facilities'. Can you watch my gun thing?" Cody asked Joss. Joss smirked.

"You must not play a lot of war games." Joss replied.

"I'm more of a puzzle and platformer. Navigate from point A to B without complications." Cody smirked.

"I think the deer have been practicing that too." Joss smirked. Cody gave a nod before he headed off from the group, pushing through the brush back the way they had come. He wanted to find a nice, discrete spot to relieve himself, though as he returned along the path they had taken only minutes earlier, he started to row concerned. The tracks they had spotted wee still there, but there were more - many, many more. It was almost as if a large herd had come up right behind them, but once again Cody saw nothing. No flecks of fur, no antlers, nothing.

Pushing his concerns aside, Cody made his way around an old hollow tree stump and proceeded to unzip his pants. Working his manhood out through the fly of both his boxers and his jeans, he felt the cool air hit his flesh and it triggered an instinctive response to release. A thick stream of yellow arched out, hitting the tree stump and splattering, a faint steam rising of f of it. After several moments Cody finally stopped and returned his manhood to the confine of his pants. It still felt a bit undignified peeing in the woods, but it had to be done.

Cody turned to head back, but as soon as he had pivoted, he stopped in his tracks. Standing no more than fifteen feet away was the most robust, wild, amazing looking stag he had ever seen in his life. The creature had fur as soft as snow and as rich brown as the soil beneath his feet. His hooves were as wide as saucers, his legs as thick as a weight lifter's arms... but his head presented the most outstanding feature of all, his antlers. The bony crests rose up and split, then split again, jutting off in numerous directions. Cody knew enough about deer that the number of points was an indicator of age, but he'd never heard of a twelve point buck before.

The stag sniffed the air, his black leathery nose widening and tightening before he met eyes with Cody, almost as if judging him. Cody blushed gently; truly glad he hadn't brought his gun, though he was wearing the colors of a hunter. Cody debated taking the jacket off to make the stag less afraid, but then again if his dad saw the deer, he would open fire... which was a terrible shame. Cody didn't want the stag hurt, he wanted to befriend it. The young man reached into his pocket and withdrew another granola bar, peeling the wrapper back before holding it out slowly toward the stag, hoping the wind would carry the smell.

"You hungry buddy? You want something tasty to eat? This is food we both can enjoy." Cody said. The stag flicked his ears a bit before he took a hesitant step forward, then another. Cody froze in place, in such awe. He knew the deer likely was responding to smell, but it was almost as if he understood English.

The stag moved up within five feet of Cody, paused and then advanced again, leaning his head out. The lips of the deer wrapped around the bar before he drew it in, pulling the entire bar out of the wrapper. The stag chomped down, using his lips to manipulate the rest in, chewing on it. The glassy, deep eyes gazed up at Cody as he swallowed the granola bar nearly whole. Cody and the stag stood inches apart for a long moment, scarcely moving before the stag's little tail wiggled a bit.

Slowly the deer leaned up to sniff at Cody. Cody held still, feeling the hot breath of the stag on his face. He smelled like spice and musk and earth incarnate. Cody couldn't help but crack a grin, feeling so very amazing... and as he grinned, his lips parted to expose his teeth. The stag looked at the human before he leaned in and did something Cody hadn't expected, he extended his tongue. The tongue hit Cody's lips and then his teeth and a thick, aloe like saliva spilled into his mouth. Cody's eyes went wider in shock, but the effect was almost instantaneous.

Cody suddenly wobbled, feeling light headed before he fell to his knees. His head was spinning and his body felt like Jell-O. A warm tingling spread out from his mouth and he shuddered gently, gazing up at the stag as the stag moved closer, leaning his head down. Again his tongue surged out, but Cody was powerless to resist. The tongue slid past his teeth and across his own, leaving the syrup like saliva all over the human's mouth. Cody tried to call out, but all he managed was a small, muffled murmur.

Having completed kissing the eighteen year old, the deer moved to lick his face. Cody moaned more as his cheeks were licked, his forehead, even his nose. The tongue slathered his nostrils, leaving nothing uncovered. To Cody's surprise, there was only one part of his entire body that seemed to be maintaining its rigidity, but to his shame it was his cock. While his body felt soft and useless, his manhood was hardening, tenting in his pants, pushing against the denim. He panted softly, leaning back on his half useless arms, managing only to keep himself up for fear of being trampled by the over affectionate stag, struggling to figure out why he had such a powerful effect.

At first Cody feared parasites worming into his brain, but even they wouldn't have been able to work so fast. It was almost like a chemical reaction. The stag kept licking him, covering his hair, making his whole head moist. The stag moved to lick the human's ears and Cody shivered. The tongue had such grip it was like his ear was getting stretched out, pulled and tugged on... and it was. With each lick, the ear elongated and changed, soft brown fuzz growing out across the back with black fuzz at the tips. The ear folded gently, looking almost like a leaf from a tree.

Cody wobbled gently as his right ear twitched, much longer than the left, but the stag moved and began to lick and slurp at the other, moving to stretch it as well. Cody groaned louder, his erection raging even harder. While his ears changed at the mercy of the tongue working them, it seemed the saliva itself was rather potent. Cody's nostrils were tightening, the flesh turning more leathery around them, widening slowly. The thick saliva coating his teeth caused the sharp edges to dull and flatten and soft bumps had started to form on his forehead, the skin pushing out.

Cody had no way of knowing, but the deer was remaking the human in his own image, and the changes were spreading. Cody's brown hair began to grow down his neck and across his shoulders, but the hairs were shorter and softer than usual. The hands he had braced on the ground to keep him upright tightened and wrenched, cramps sweeping through his fingers before the flesh started growing together, working out from the palm to the knuckles, pulling everything into one fleshy mass. His fingernails began to thicken and grow uneven, turning brown as the right half surged out longer than the left, the left fusing perfectly before catching up, making his hands look almost like cloven hooves.

The continued exposure to the saliva seemed to only increase the effect on the young man. Cody grunted as his arms gave out and he collapsed. The stag towered over him, snorting his hot, musky breath before he lifted his foot. Cody tried to scream but couldn't, knowing the moment he had feared had come to pass. He was going to get trampled to death all because he went to pee on his own. The leg came down, but to Cody's surprise, it didn't touch him. The hoof sliced through the jacket like a razor, then the shirt. The fabric split and fell off of his pale, creamy chest, leaving Cody in nothing but his horribly distended pants.

Seeing the arousal on the human, the deer moved to start licking at the bulge. His tongue slathered up and down the tent of denim over the rod of flesh, soaking the pants through before his mighty mouth came down over the whole thing. Cody gasped sharply, overwhelmed by sensation, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. The stag held his head there for several minutes before, at last, he pulled off slowly, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to the raging hard on.

Cody panted, feeling his cock pulsing in time with his heart. Each beat of that chest organ pumped more blood in and the erection grew longer and taller, stretching inch after inch without growing any wider. It was so painful it was driving Cody insane with lust, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. He tried to roll over, tried to get away, but all he could do was lift his head, and that was when he saw it...

Suspended beneath the mighty body of the stag was an impressive shaft, a phallus so long and slick with precum that it glistened in the mid-day light like a jewel. It was raging, hard and erupted from a furry sheath before mighty balls. It was certain that the stag was not only very male, but very horny at the same time... and it all started to make sense. The kissing, the licking... and Cody felt a chill go down his spine as he realized he was the intended mate. He moaned a little louder, though his moan didn't even sound right. It sounded more like the call of a deer.

As Cody writhed, the bumps on his head ruptured, the thick bony nubs of new antlers pushing out. They curved up from his head as his nose darkened and soft brown fuzz started spreading out across his cheeks and chin. He moaned more as his boots constricted and shifted, the leather popping apart to reveal misshapen socks. The cotton stretched as well before tearing, the human's mangled feet almost converted into hooves as well. Cody waggled his arms, his hands gone and replaced with hooves, but even his elbows started to shift and reshape, taking on more the appearance of knees.

Cody writhed, his pants growing more and more uncomfortable. Almost as if he sensed that, the stag moved to free his partner from the tight confines. The hoof sliced through the denim as if it were tissue paper, letting it fall apart. Cody took in one more gasp of shock as he saw what had become of him, what the saliva soaked jeans had covered... his own stag cock. No longer did he have a mushroom shaped head or the proportions of any other human. The shaft as long and slick, pink and tapered, throbbing with need... and connected to a furry sheath. The flesh pushed out around the very base of his cock, the furry flesh spreading. His bush had turned into soft cream white colored fur and covered his balls and even part of his stomach.

The stag moved forward, lowering his head. He rammed his nose against Cody's groin, lifting his hips slowly to expose his warm, young ass cheeks. The stag began to lick and slurp again, moving right for his hole. It was as if he knew exactly what he was doing, as if he was sentient. Cody felt a bolt of energy rip through him as the tongue slipped into his anus, sliding back and forth eagerly before moving back to the rest of his posterior, licking all the way up to his waist along his tail bone. Cody felt drunk with sensation, hornier than he'd ever been. Only then did he realize how odd that was, how wrong, how strange, even more odd that he hadn't thought of it sooner.

His entire life, Cody had been sure he had been straight. He ogled girls, he drooled over them, he masturbated to conventional porn like any good American teenager. Now here he was, in the woods with a male stag about to rape him and only now was he realizing that it was strange he was getting turned on by it all. The feel of the tongue on his skin, the thick nose against his flesh, it was divine and Cody just couldn't hold back.

As he gave into the feelings, Cody's body continued to change at a faster rate. His face popped and contorted as his mouth pushed forward, his nose extending with it. His lips darkened and the fuzz fully surrounded his mouth, covering his nose as well with the exception of the darkening tip. Cody let out another call as his face truly became a muzzle, the antlers pushing out a bit more. His ears twitched and he wrenched a bit as his eyes moved around on his skull a bit, the bones reshaping. Even his hair seemed to become fur, blending into the rest of the fur on his face seamlessly. He had the head and feet of a buck, but the rest was coming swiftly now.

Once more the stag moved to nuzzle as Cody's ass, licking and slurping, plunging it in and out. The quivering muscle accepted the tongue greedily, but the flesh around began to change as well. The ass cheeks pushed apart and a lump formed as Cody's tailbone grew out away from his body. The flag of flesh wiggled a bit before fur pushed out, connecting to the fur around his groin. The tail wagged and seemed to draw the stag's attention to the waiting pucker. The massive feral stag lifted his head and moved forward, standing over Cody, bringing everything into alignment.

Cody was unable to make a sound as he felt the hot slick shaft push against his ring, but as the muscles gave way, the spear of flesh slid deeply into him. He gasped in shock as he was impaled on it, his body sliding upward from the force until he felt the stag's legs touch his shoulders, acting like guard rails to keep him right where the stag wanted him. The furry beast began moving forward and back, sliding in and out of the changing human, moving with gusto and eagerness.

The soft, sloppy sounding thwacks of sex filled the clearing as the stag went at it, mating Cody deep and fast, but Cody's body was changing all the more. His rib cage pushed out, his pelvis changed and his limbs crackled and popped as they reoriented. Even his shoulders were reshaping themselves, rotating the angle at which his arms most easily moved, bringing them parallel to his torso. Cody continued to thrash, but it was no longer the uncoordinated movements of a human... he was starting to look like a fallen doe or buck getting mated.

Creamy pale fur spread across his chest and stomach while the darker brown covered the rest of his body. His arms were now just a front set of legs, his hooves were complete and his tail was well in place. His antlered head was laying back, his ears twitching as the stag mated him. He felt a moment of shock, then confusion, then a general contentment as if this was how life was supposed to be. He gazed up at the stag above him and started to bask in how wonderful his partner was, his ass quivering in delight, and that was all it took.

The stag lifted his head as if to call out, but he made no noise. A mating call would alert the hunters and the stag knew he needed every advantage he could get. The feral beast bit his lip to suppress his call as he came, his balls churning out a massive flood of seed that flowed into Cody's newly deer body. Cody panted, his tail thwacking before thick deer sperm leaked out of his ass, but he didn't care. The stag ground and rubbed a bit until his load had ended, and at last he pulled out. The shaft slid out without incident, dripping with even more sperm, though as the stag backed up, he seemed to be having a slight change of his own. At the top of his massive antlers, the bones shuddered before a new fork appeared on each, taking him to fourteen points. It was as if his antlers kept track of all his conversions.

Cody moved, trying to regain his composure. He clumsily rolled over onto his side and then his stomach before he stood up on wobbly legs, all four of them. To the outside observer there was no way to tell the difference between Cody and a normal young deer. He was quadripedal, covered in fur; he had the body of a deer in every way. The feral stag moved over and nuzzled Cody before taking a sniff of the air, as if to signal Cody to do the same. Cody took a few sniffs before his muscles went stiff.

He could smell so much now, but in all the glory that was nature, he could smell those that didn't belong, he could smell the threats. He could smell the truck's exhaust filtering through the hair, the synthetic scents of the hunters' clothing and even the grease on their guns. Cody had always opposed hunting, but now he had the most profound reason to. He was one of the hunted. Cody knew he couldn't allow that to continue and started to advance. He could feel the stag moving with him, and then to his surprise, he saw other deer coming out of he woods to move with them.

At first it was just a few, but then there were dozens, even more. They were all tall, proud, aroused male beasts and they seemed to have the same dignity as the one that had converted him, though none of the others had quite so many points on the antlers. The lead stag came to a stop and the herd did the same. Even Cody felt himself slowing gracefully to a stop. The stag looked around and sniffed a bit before he started to gesture with his head. Cody was mesmerized by the horns, but he was surprised just how much he was able to glean. He understood the language of the deer, their strategies and plans. It was going to be perfect.

****

The minutes had passed by and Joss was starting to feel concerned about Cody. He hadn't heard any gunshots, but it didn't take that long to pee. Joss half wondered if he had just stopped to take another nap somewhere or if he'd actually gotten hurt. The young man was debating going to find him when he heard a noise from his father. Joss turned, seeing that both of the older men had gone onto point, their guns aimed into the brush, their breathing rapid.

"Did you see him? Did you see him there?!" Jackson asked quickly with excitement.

"I saw something, but I've never seen a deer move that fast." Adam replied.

"Well, we keep saying these aren't our ordinary deer." Jackson replied.

"Joss, which way did Cody go?" Adam asked.

"He went north, over this way." Joss replied.

"Alright... We'll head south east; try to pin these guys down." Adam said.

"You wait for Cody and catch up." Jackson added. Joss was a bit conflicted. Unlike Cody, he didn't mind hunting, but he understood the logic. It was best to travel in groups, and Cody wandering alone wasn't very safe.

"Okay, I'll meet up with him." Joss said. The fathers were about to say something else before they caught a fleeting glimpse of another deer. They were mesmerized in seconds and moved off, eager to make their first kill, unable to lock onto their targets in such a short amount of time. Joss watched them move through the brush before he picked up both rifles. He began moving north, trying to find where Cody had gone so he could speed up the process.

He walked past a hollow tree and fallen logs, moving along the edge of a rocky bluff. As he passed the rock face, he felt something hot and wet splatter across him. He turned and looked up to see globs of white coming down from up above. The thick cream hit his face and he stumbled back in shock, getting a clear enough view... To his horror, it was a stag. For a split second he assumed he had been spit on, but when Joss saw the massive member between the beast's legs, he knew better... but it was already too late.

Unlike the saliva that had paralyzed Cody, the cum was having a much faster reaction on Joss. Joss moaned, the rifles falling from his hands as his fingers starting growing together, the nails growing outward. He panted hard as his cock roared to life and pushed out in his pants, well beyond his control. Joss grunted gently as his nostrils lifted up, his nose changing before his face pushed forward into a blunt muzzle.

Despite his changing hands, despite all logic, Joss felt so horny that there was really only one option. He fumbled with his pants, his changing hands barely able to manipulate them, but at last they fell and his cock slid through the fly. Joss started to rub the hardening palms of his hand along both sides of his shaft, masturbating as best he could, panting. The goatee beard that rings his mouth softened a bit into the texture of fur before it spread out over his elongating face, the bones reshaping to take on much more animalistic features.

As Joss worked his cock, the length elongated in his hands, stretching like a sausage, the end tapering slowly to a point as his balls swelled. Joss was so turned on he couldn't stop, even as his ears began to grow outward, folding and growing fur. He was left there in the woods with his pants around his ankles, working away, large eyes watching as a deer emerged from behind cover, then another and another. They moved over to surround him, their hooves kicking the rifles out of the way. One moved to brush his hip with a furry cheek, another moving to nuzzle and sniff at the cloth covering his ass, but they all parted as the fourteen point buck emerged.

Joss was left to watch in wonder and awe as the most impressive stag of his whole life approached, a young buck following right behind him. Even as Joss studied the stag, he kept masturbating, unable to stop the need or the changes. His fingers had grown together completely, the fingers shortening to match the curved palm of the hand as the fingernails spread out like an armor sheet over it all. He soon had hooves for hands and the hair on his arms was softening into fur before thickening.

The lead stag moved around Joss slowly, getting a look at him. He didn't seem quite as intrigued as he had with Cody, but there was a certain pleasure in converting a hunter. The stag moved and stuffed his head up the back of Joss's jacket and shirt, licking up his spine. Up and down, up and down, the rhythm was perfect. Joss let out a moan, his face pushing out into more of a deer's head. The fur covered his nose, eyebrows and forehead, his hair turning into fur as well.

Even as Joss' face changed, each stroke of the stag's tongue left more fur behind until finally a small tail lifted up above the waistband of the underwear. The stag licked and slurped the tail, letting it grow and expand and as it grew, Joss felt hornier and hornier by the moment, jerking himself off even more. Joss started to lick at his lips, tasting the semen the deer had sprayed on him, and as the salty taste spread through his mouth, his body surged in growth.

In moments Joss' torso had expanded, his shirt and jacket squeezing tight against his torso. Even his hips and ass rounded, expanding, stretching the boxers. The fabric strained and stretched before the first sound of tearing came. The cloth split up the back before, after a moment of strain, the waistband snapped and the boxers went limp, only staying up because of the cock slipped through the fly. With his ass fully exposed, the stag went back to his work licking the pucker to make Joss completely horny while Cody moved in to bite the undergarments, pulling the cloth off before spitting it aside.

Joss groaned sharply in shock, feeling his body change and reach new levels of pleasure. His ass cheeks grew furry, then his taint, finally his balls. The stag moved back a bit before he butted his head against Joss. Joss wobbled but remained standing for the moment. The stag tried again, bumping into him harder. Joss fell forward onto all fours, whimpering as he was unable to work his shaft anymore. The stag moved forward and began hiking himself up onto Joss, mounting him from behind.

Joss put his hand hooves down on the ground, keeping himself up, panting as he was filled, amazed by the experience. His mind started to stir for the first time since he had been sprayed, realizing he was being mated by the very creature he was going to kill. The audacity of it all was too much to bear, especially as Joss realized the creatures he had wanted to eat were so very good at sex, even if it was gay. Joss started to regret not being gay, that he missed out on having a good thick cock in his ass all this time, even Cody's.

The changing human moaned sharply as his chest expanded more. His jacket buttons popped off, and soon after the t-shirt beneath split open, revealing a furry chest and stomach. His torso changed and rounded, his neck shifting, his knees adjusting. His hips and shoulders tilted, his feet throbbed and grew, and then his boots started to split. The leather came apart slowly, laces popping and socks tearing before two foot hooves emerged, thickening and broadening with every moment.

As the stag mounted him, Joss shed more and more of his humanity. The fur spread over his legs and neck, his antlers pushed out and split into two points. With a few more moments of mating, Joss was no longer human. He was a young buck that had somehow worked his way into a hunting jacket, a torn one. As Joss was mounted, the jacket split out a bit and finally fell to the ground, revealing his furry body as it was.

Seeing yet another hunter overcome and transformed, the alpha stag shuddered, his shaft unleashing yet another torrent of sperm into a new recruit. He moved to lick and nuzzle Joss's neck, tasting the fur and musk there. As the stag moved, his antlers split again, gaining two more splits further down on his antlers. The stag pulled back and wobbled a bit, recovering himself. Joss stumbled a bit before he lifted up onto his new four legs, looking around.

It took a moment to realize he wasn't human anymore, but then it just felt right. He was a part of nature, male, complete. It was everything he tried to be as a hunter, but all the more complete. He moved over and started sniffing the other deer before he smelled one that had a familiar scent. Joss sniffed at the deer before realizing it was Cody. Cody moved and licked Joss' furry cheek before nuzzling him. The two exchanged an unspoken greeting before they turned, realizing the herd was moving off. It was time to eliminate the rest of the threats in the forest. It was time for the deer to hunt.

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Adam and Jackson had been on many hunts over the course of their lives, but none of their adventures had ever been quite so frustrating as their current exploits. They kept spotting deer for a split second, just long enough to give them false hope, before they were gone again. They had been led off further and further, almost as if they were being led around. Still, Jackson tried to focus on the adventure, to keep things alive.

"It's good you brought Cody, even if he doesn't understand it now he'll be glad you did later." Jackson said. Adam hesitated.

"It may take a while; we just have so little in common." Adam said regrettably.

"Well, that is natural too. Joss was twenty before we had our first real conversation. Since then we've just been doing more and more together." Jackson replied.

"Well, maybe this will be the start of something new together. Maybe we'll make up for lost time." Adam said.

"I think there's a strong chance, and..." Jackson trailed off, looking around. The forest seemed quiet, too quiet. No birds, no breeze, absolutely nothing.

"What is it?" Adam asked softly, looking around.

"Do you hear that?" Jackson asked.

"Hear what?" Adam murmured.

"Exactly..." Jackson said. A moment passed, then came the first crack, then another. Leaves began to fall as a tree toppled. The hunters turned to dive out of the way, but no sooner had the tree hit the ground before bucks and stags started lunging out of the brush. Adam and Jackson moved to grab their rifles, but the beasts crossed the distance and were right to the hunters. They moved their heads, their antlers knocking the rifles out of the way. Adam rolled out of the way of the deer right by him and tried to run, but another jumped in front of him.

A short distance away, Jackson was crawling away, trying to get free. He had almost made it to the fallen tree when four legs came down around him. Jackson looked up in surprise before a wet cock began pushing into his mouth. Jackson tried to crawl back off the member, wanting to spit and vomit, but another deer brought his head down and stuck it to Jackson's ass, trapping him there. Jackson murmured, unable to get off the cock, unable to free himself. He debated biting the cock, but then he'd likely be trampled to death... but as the cock began drooling into his mouth; Jackson stopped thinking so much about escape, starting to lose himself in the moment.

Near by, Adam was putting up more of a fight. A deer had trapped him as well, pinning him onto his hands and knees, digging at his ass before his jeans split and his cheeks were revealed. Adam elbowed, jabbed and punched at the deer around him, trying to break ribs or get away, not even caring about getting trampled, but the deer over him was committed to the rut and then Adam shuddered as he felt the hot slick slide into him.

The mounting deer went at their prey, sliding in and out of the hot, tight virgin mouth and ass of the hunters. Jackson snorted through his nose as the cum poured down his throat, his mouth pushing out over the cock in his maw. His nose turned black and lifted up and his ears pushed out slowly. His fingers dug into the leaves beneath him even as they grew together, the fingernails spreading out quickly. Jackson began to drink and guzzle the seed eagerly, humping the ground as his arm hair turned into fur.

Adam still resisted, though for him it was a lot different. His ass felt like it was getting split in two like a wedge of wood. He couldn't see, but his ass was changing faster than any other part of him. The cheeks and hips widened and got covered in fur and a miniature tail was already lifting up above his pucker, flicking about. Each thrust of the buck above him caused him to change a little more, almost as if the deer essence was being pushed into him by the shaft. Adam's lower back and legs shifted, the change spreading out from where he was being mated.

Jackson groaned deeply, his face extending another few inches, settling into a true animal muzzle as small boney nubs pushed out from his forehead, brushing the stomach of the buck above him, but with his elongated face and improved sense of smell, Jackson was surprised at how familiar the buck mounting his face was, how he had smelled that scent before. It took Jackson a moment, but then he realized it was the smell of his son's room, of his unwashed clothes. It was a smell he had smelled so many times... and now he was tasting his son's essence.

While he knew it was a forbidden love, something suddenly snapped inside of Jackson. No longer did it seem wrong to like cock, to like doing gay things. He wasn't gay, he just loved his son. Jackson began to slurp and suck on Joss like never before, grunting hard. The fur spread across his shoulders and down his back as his jacket split out, peeling off huge furry shoulders. His arms thickened and his hoof hands kicked at the ground, the fur covering his face completely. Jackson's upper half seemed very deer, especially as his shoulders rotated, but the change continued down his spine and across his stomach.

Adam grunted sharply as he felt his prostate hit. As much as he hated to admit it, he loved the feel of the cock against his prostate. For the first time in his life he started to understand why gay people did what they did, it actually felt good. That realization only shamed him further and Adam found himself wishing even more that he could get trampled to death and be done with the indignity, but the buck fucking him seemed to be gentle, caring, almost compassionate. Cody wouldn't have treated his father any other way.

Each thrust Cody gave his father manipulated his body further. His hind legs were already furry and hoofed, looking curled up like a sleeping deer, but the change was still moving up his torso. The changing hunter's ribs pushed out and his chest increased, rounding and thickening into something very inhuman. The weight of his lower half was so immense that Adam went flat against the ground, unable to lift himself up. As the changes hit his shoulders, he cried out in shock, his shoulders tilting before his arms and elbow changed, his forearms growing furry before his hands tingled and pulsed. The fingers slowly started knitting together, the fingers fusing from the base to the tip before they contracted in length and the nails spread over them.

Adam watched in shock as his hands turned into hooves, realizing at last what was happening. He moaned and murmured in shock. He was becoming a deer, becoming the creature he had killed so many of. He wondered if that was his karma, his fate, to replace one of the many lives he had taken... and slowly Adam started to feel better about it all. He had always hunted because it was natural. He was a carnivore, he needed to eat, he needed to live, he did what was necessary... but now nature was having its way with him and it somehow fit.

While many of the deer had gotten used to being quiet while mating, it seemed that Jackson was a screamer, or at least he would have been if he didn't have a cock in his mouth. He was eagerly sucking Joss down, the changes creeping past his waist and ass, moving down his legs to his feet. His body continued to expand, the clothes shredding apart and falling away. Jackson's long, slick deer shaft pulsed before thick ropes of tainted seed came flying out, drizzling over the leaves and rocks.

As Jackson came, the changes reached every last vestige of his body... and at long last, he was changed. He was a buck, a deer, a stag. The horns pushed out of his head, the antlers developing and maturing. He gained a few points, then a few more, becoming a five point buck. Joss stepped back and pulled off of Jackson, letting his father stand up. Jackson rose up onto his feet, wobbling a little like a newborn deer, though he looked far from it. He stood tall like a full grown adult. He moved forward, licking at his son's mouth. The two exchanged an intimate kiss before looking back at Adam and Cody.

The young buck mounted his father so hard that he was thrashing and drooling, but Adam was nearly completely changed. From the neck down he was a feral deer, his body completely changed, but each thrust was pushing more deer essence into him. Adam panted hard, his jaw clicking and throbbing as it stretched out, his upper lip and nose following after a moment later. Brown fur exploded from his cheeks, covering everything. It spread around his eyes, across his nose and chin.

Cody ground and bucked with all his might as his father's ears grew out and his forehead split for new antlers to emerge, already developing small barbs as they matured. Adam felt his humanity consumed as his face finished moving into its muzzle. The last scraps of his clothes fell off, unable to fit such a big buck. Adam's antlers split and rubbed at Cody's stomach, driving him wild before he came, spraying his load into his father.

Adam shuddered happily before he pulled off of his son's cock, but no sooner had he gotten onto his legs before he turned around and pounced. Cody let out a soft call as he was knocked forward, his father mounting him. The brand new deer cock slid into Cody's ass as Adam rutted wildly, thrusting in and out, grinding like mad. Cody let out a sound that was like a moan as the buck fucked him. Adam worked his new rod, feeling a flood of emotion leaking out of him. All the love he had for Cody, all the things he had wanted to say, now they were pure lust and he had his chance.

Smelling the lust and delight, the other deer started pairing off and mating, each mounting one another. Without any humans left in the forest, they were content to go into a big stag orgy, slick cocks sliding in and out of asses and mouths, the beasts going at it. The air was growing thick with musk and spice as they went at it all; Even Jackson chased Joss down before launching up onto his back, sliding his ass right into the ass deeply.

The clatter of antlers and asses filled the forest as they all went at it; all save for the stag alpha that had changed them all. He looked at the herd in admiration, knowing he had saved deer kind. The humans didn't know that they had managed to kill almost all the deer in the world and nature had unlocked a defense mechanism, a balancing force. Almost the entire herd had once been hunters. The process had taken years, but they were making more progress. With each hunter they converted, they could convert even more before the natural numbers were restored.

The alpha stag took one more moment to contemplate everything he had done and what was left to do before he moved over and climbed up onto Adam and mounted him from behind. Adam bleated in shock but then gave in, filled in the ass yet again, but his son was still beneath him. He ground and rubbed and rutted, the stags going at it wildly. Before long Adam called out, filling his son's ass with cum, churning that seed with the stag leader's that was already in there. They were a family again, a very large family.

A breeze picked up, carrying the musky air through the trees, weaving back and forth through the forest. It blew past the white dodge truck, the overgrown path and to the ivy beds beyond... the ivy hiding other long forgotten all terrain vehicles, abandoned by the hunters that had come to the forest only to become hunted themselves, hunted by the deer. It was nature's turn to be the aggressor, and the four hunters were only the most recent prey. There were many more yet to be changed.