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"Officer, I'm sorry, really..."

"Save it kiddo. Hands behind your back like I said."

I obliged, not wanting to make it any worse than it already was. Rough hands gripped mine, the sharp 'clack' of handcuffs prepared, then the pain hit as my wrists were shackled.

"Shit! Do they have to be so tight?"

I felt a hand on the back of my neck then, pushing down with irresistible force. I folded in the middle, bent over the hood of my Mitsubishi, muzzle against the cold metal and my antlers scraping the duco. My little four cylinder turbocharged pride and joy; oh how it had betrayed me.

"I keep giving you the message but your brain must be out to lunch kid. Save it."

"Sorry officer."

"You fucking boy racer bucks crack me up. Always so apologetic when you get caught. Too fucking late; thirty above the limit, not even close."

I closed my eyes and willed it to be over. A ball of ice formed in my stomach; I was one seriously screwed deer when dad found out.

I felt my legs kicked wide apart, and I splayed further over the hood, my groin pushed into the front grill. Then I heard the cop; a soft laughing nicker, like the huffing from a steam train in the distance. The ice ball grew.

"Mighty cute little doe aren't you kiddo."

One beefy hand stroked my short tail. I bit my lip, stifling a comment while my face reddened.

His hands moved again, performing a search or at least that was the idea. His hands lingered though, pressing and fondling. Rough fingertips dug into my ribs, bringing on the suppressed cry. My ass must have been a happy potential hiding spot for all sorts of contraband, as he rubbed and fondled. I lifted my head a little, raising my antlers from the shiny black surface. The comment came anyway.

"I'm not a doe you assarghrhrgrhrhhh...."

He pressed hard digits into my crevice, playing with my pucker through the fabric of my jeans. I whimpered a little, resting my head on the hood again. This cannot be happening.

Then his exploration reached my pockets, one big stallion paw reaching into the pocket by my right butt cheek, pulling out the wallet and giving me a little grope on the way out.

"Mitchell Rigby, age 18. This you?"

"Yeah...I mean yes officer."

"Report says the car is registered to a David Rigby. That your dad?"

"Yes." One syllable, all regret.

"Awww whats wrong kiddo, daddy gonna take the T-bird away?"

I could only nod, trying not to cry. This was so fucking unfair.

"*snort* probably a good thing kiddo. Save us all some grief. Now, gotta check for any hidden weapons or drugs."

He continued rubbing down my legs, taking his time and stroking down the inside of my thighs. I couldn't help it, letting out some soft groans as my cock strained against the fabric of my jeans. Then he continued back up again, feeling my groin, then sliding those questing hands around to my belt buckle.

"Hey wha..?"

One hand gripped my neck, hard, slamming me back into the metal.

"Relax kid and try to behave."

Metal clanked, my belt buckle swinging free against the chrome grill, then sliding down the front of my car as my jeans fell to earth. Cold air ruffled the fur on my legs, and I shivered. Not entirely from the cold.

"Hmm...nothing so far. Lets see what we can see though..."

Fabric pulled against my tail, and I gasped as my boxers were yanked down, the tail opening sliding against my silky fur until my short diamond shaped tail sprung free. My boxers joined the jeans on the ground. The shivering intensified, and the ice ball felt like a bowling ball.

His hands returned, caressing my naked ass. I bit my lip, hating how good this felt. One hand started a slow exploratory journey; thighs, hips, abdomen......

"Baaa!"

"Hmm looks like we found a concealed weapon after all little doe. Tell you what, think I might be able to overlook a few things tonight...if you are a good sport."

One massive hand, calloused and thick with muscle, continued his sales job by its own direct means. Thirty seconds for one stroke, a hundered thudding heartbeats. Down the tapered length of my shaft and back. I could feel each agonising millimetre. The second stroke went easier; my pre had smoothed the way.

"Yeah, a very good sport little doe."

My tail tried to conceal my secret hole, flattening into the crease. I knew what was underneath though; one tight ring clenching and opening, clenching and opening. It knew, did my ass. It always knew.

I felt him behind me, close and hot now. A belt opening rang in the clearing, the harsh sound sharp in the cool night air, then the sound of trousers slithering down muscled thighs, catching on obstructions as it went. In my mind's eye I saw those obstructions. Sheath; long thick stallion fuckmuscle pink and black; heavy balls; bulging thighs built for thrusting. The clenching in my ass sped up.

Then a new sound, something being torn. Plastic packets; even my dazed brain knew what that was. I wasn't sure if I was grateful or disappointed. His hand was on my neck again, body leaning over mine, hot sweet breath on my neck.

"Try to keep a little quiet eh kiddo? Don't want to wake the neighbours."

His remaining hand covered my muzzle, and I groaned finally, a groan of surrender. As he wrapped his fingers over my lips, he dropped the plastic packets on the hood, and I focussed on the nearest one, trying to give myself something to take my mind off the initial pain as the pressure left my neck for a moment.

Trojan Stallion Maxi's...unsheath yours today! Now pre-lubricated for your pleasure and convenience.

Well, I'm glad it was for my pleasure and not just....

"Arghhhhh!"

Fingers invaded my hole, slick with lube but still hurting as they slid in. He just drove in deeper though, seeking out my little deer nut and prodding while he nickered in amusement. I shot a line of pre over the grill, my cocktip sliding against the cold metal slick with my own embarrassing weakness.

Then the hand was on my neck again, and his fingers wrapped tight around my muzzle.

"Ready little doe?"

He didn't wait for an answer.

My cry would have been heard in the next county but for his hand. Instead it rang in my skull but only seeped into the clearing, amusing but not scaring any nighttime animal visitors. His thick flared end spread my tailhole wider and wider until I thought I would break, before finally my abused ring snapped tight around his shaft just below the flare.

He didn't wait, didn't hesitate. No fast ramming like the yifftube fantasies. Just a slow, steady pressure that drove in millimetre by millimetre, never drawing back, ever onward inside my spasming hole. The cry turned to a moan then a soft whimper as it went on, his huffing breaths on my neck and ears making my fur stand upright. His tongue lapped at me then, tickling my ears and nuzzling the fur on my neck as the long slow entry went on.

Finally, I could feel a heavy warmth against my taint, and something bulging and alive against my furred sack. The heavy black stallion orbs of my dreams, now there in the hot and pulsing flesh.

He waited, bent over me, as I tried hard to relax, my antlers scraping the hood as I writhed trying to find a comfortable position. Eventually I gave up, resigned to an unhappy fact; there is no such thing as comfortable bent over the hood of a car with over a foot of thick horsecock buried in your ass.

"Fuck you're tight little doe. Or you were, anyway."

A cocky fucking nicker, and I tried to respond but instead his muzzle was on mine now, a long equine tongue depriving me of speech like his hand before but far more pleasurable.

I felt his body tense, and then it began; a long, slow sticky withdrawl until we were back to where it began, his flare the only part inside me, body covering mine with muscled fur. His tongue delved deep, testing the depths of my throat; a throat that heaved in a hoarse cry as the longed for ramming finally came, his hips slapping my light furred butt as he slammed all the way inside in one thrust. That flared end, tormenter of my anal lips and sensitive skin of my tunnel, found a new victim, as it scraped against the spongy nut of my prostate, sending another line of clear sticky pre to coat my engine grill.

The rutting had come, harder and rougher than any deer, and I lay on my car hood and took it like a good doe should.

My ass burned, painful, then the pain changed to something better as thrust after thrust connected with its target. I felt my body slammed against the metal over and over, sandwiched between two unyielding objects and taking the force of impact until I was aching. He held me down, though I really wasn't capable of movement, and took his fill of me, that long thick mass of horseflesh teaching me lessons on every stroke. The ball of ice inside me grew, filling me, but not ice now. Heat, hot, sticky, needy. It settled in my balls, and in my ass, twitching, prickly with impending release. I could feel the cum building in my balls, my furred orbs pummelled by his heavy sack until they rose tight against my body trying to escape.

I heard it as well as felt it then. His high pitched whinny, the swish of tail in air, and the burning heat of cum filling my bowels, deep inside and growing hotter as spurt after spurt joined its predecessors to spread my hole and breed it. His thrusts slowed down, my own orgasm stalled at just before the cliff edge, achingly near until I felt my body wrenched back from the edge one step at a time.

I screamed, and cursed, and begged as my balls went from impending ecstasy to burning disappointment. His hand covered my muzzle again, and I writhed in his grip, trying to rub my ass up and down his shaft to finish the job. He held me until I stopped, anger in every muscle.

"Nooooooo!"

My piteous cry sounded loudly in the empty clearing, as I felt his still thick cock pulled from me with a pop. He stepped back and I turned and sat on the hood, my ass smarting and balls on fire. He just stood there, a satisfied grin on his muzzle, pants still down and that magnificent horseflesh still glistening and hard, the end of the condom bursting with fresh seed.

"Sorry little doe, but i'm strictly a one crime one fuck kind of guy. Tell you what though; come by again tomorrow, same time. Just try to keep it to no more than fifteen over the limit; we don't want you endangering the public do we?"

"Fuck you!"

"What was that kiddo?"

"I said fuck you!"

He stood there, kind of dumb surprise on his muzzle and a blaze in his eyes. My fist wrapped around something on the dash, something plastic. I had a sudden flash of inspiration.

Grinning like a mad deer, I held out my hand and opened it. Plastic fluttered to earth, two large snowflakes in summer. His gaze followed them all the way to the ground.

"What the hell?"

"Littering!" I tried not to sound triumphant.

His eyes blazed again; amusement, surprise. A little lust.

Turning, I assumed the position again. His hooves shuffled on the gravel, coming closer. Then more noises, the sound of plastic being torn again. I rested my antlers on the hood, and smiled. I guess I was a very bad buck.