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<center><h1>𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓜𝓮!</h1></center>
<center><img src="https://images.emojiterra.com/twitter/v13.0/512px/1f98c.png" width="100" height="100" alt="Two foxes"></center>
<center>[[𝓟𝓛𝓐𝓨|intro1]]</center>
<center>A fawncyful festive tail featuring male
deer TF and staggeringly smutty scenes!
Written and coded by [[Zen~|https://www.furaffinity.net/user/zen~/]]
Last Updated: December 2020</center>
<center>[[𝒮𝒦𝐼𝒫 𝐼𝒩𝒯𝑅𝒪|clearing]]</center>
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\<<set $player = {
male: 0,
tf: 0,
class: "twink",
}>>
\<<set $femalejoined = 0>>
\<<set $femaleeggjoined = 0>>
\<<set $femalepulljoined = 0>>
\<<set $twinksex = 0>>
\<<set $gloryhole = 0>>
\<<set $called = 0>>
\<<set $time =0>>It's been three long months. Now, at last, you've finished your shift in Lopolith National Park! Woop!
As a park warden, you know the dense forest inside out. Each trail is as well known as the backs of your hands. The sights, sounds, and ambience are all known. Sheesh, you've spent enough years of your life as a ranger to win a medal! You love Lopolith. Yet, after three months spent in what is practically wilderness, you're glad to return to civilisation.
It's just typical that your last tour of the park identifies a disturbance in the eastern-most forest.
"Typical!" You growl to yourself, parking up your jeep and climbing out of the vehicle. "Ugh! Who the hell camps out this time of year!?"
Snow greets your boots, feet sinking in a couple of inches as you fight back a shiver. It's been a cold winter so far...and it shows; with snow in the breeze and the sound of...//music?// The noise is unmistakable. Tribal drums frame the scent of smoke and the sound of hoarse laughter. You turn your head, trying to identify the direction of the party. //Idiots!// They'll freeze to death.
Utterly focused on the drum beats, you fail to notice the [[two huge men|intro2]] wading through the snow towards you..."Ho!" The shout of a gruff male is the only warning you get. It doesn't stop you from jumping out of your skin. A muscular furry arm grabs you tight. W-wait! ''Furry!?'' You wriggle, trying to pull away from your captor.
"Whoa there human!" The words of the second male are slurred. He's clearly been drinking. Struggling under the chunky arm pressed across your chest, you finally get a look at the man before you.
"Let me g-hhrrRR!"
Your voice catches in your throat as you stare at the huge, anthropomorphic buck before you. He raises a bushy black eyebrow above round cervid eyes, evidently enjoying your shock at seeing a six-foot male deer...one with a muscular chest, huge biceps, and only a loincloth to hide a proud bulge. Thick, chocolate-brown fur coats his body, dotted with fawn splotches around beefy shoulders. Four-pronged antlers weave through the air as the male stumbles.
"What do you think, Naaf?" The deer holding your tight calls to his companion. "We've never had a human join the ''Winter-Song'' have we?"
"Humans aren't allowed!" The deer before your snorts. The flare of his nostrils marks the start of a small smile, then a //smirk//, and finally a dark //grin//. "But perhaps we can //bend// the rules, hmm?"
The smell of alcohol and dank breath stings the air as you struggle against the furry arm snagging you in place.
"Let me go!" You manage to squeak through the compression of your lungs. "I'm a park warden!"
In truth, you can barely believe what's happening. Fuck! This can't be real! Terror frames your confusion as you wriggle free of the huge buck. Deer have four legs, not two! Yet there is something natural about their bipedal stance and huge hooven feet. Even their fingers have horny caps...kinda like cleaves? They sure feel like it; pressing around your cheeks as the second deer squishes your chin. //Inspecting you//.
"I'm a ''park warden!!!''" You reiterate.
"Oh, then you'll know all about the festival of the ''Winter-Song'' then!" The drunk deer hoots, exhaling across your wrinkled nose. "Heh, let's bring him along. I've always heard human's like a good party."
The latter is said to the deer holding you. Not Naff, the other one? He grunts, creating a low reverberation that rattles your ribcage. Only then does the buck set your feet down into the snow once more.
"Oh hey! I know! Hold him still Lenon, I've got some....here. Uhhhhh oohh? Is that going to be enough?" The first deer is unmistakably more sozzled than the first, struggling for something in a pocket of his loincloth. You try to make a dash for it, but a hand grabs you tight. With a burst of strength, one of the deer has you up in his arms. A digit works down the zip of your warden's fleece.
''RRRRIIIIIPPPP''
"Naaf! I don't think-" Lenon holds you, wriggling in his furry arms.
"Eh, it'll be enough!" The second deer, Naff, is clearly in charge of the buff duo. He reached out a chunky hand and brushes away the remaining tatters of your shirt and jacket. Bare-chested and in shock from the cold air, you don't resist the splash of some kind of ointment from your neck down to your abdomen. It burns hot, searing like oil into your flesh. Fffuck!
The deer wipes the ointment across your belly
"Nnnnnnaaaaah!"
"Awww maybe too much. Haha. Is this stuff meant for humans?" You're not sure which deer says it and to be honest, you don't care. Everything hurts, burns, and then grows numb. The situation has evolved from dream-like to //nightmarish//. Your body sweats, chest on fire even under the cold air. Ffffhuuuu!? Two huge male hands sling under each armpit and you're dragged through the snow.
The sound of the drums gets ''louder''.
"Awww I think he's going to like it, Naaf!"
"Eh, I think that's your own excitement, Lenon. I've heard all seven of the tribes are gathering. Fuck, it's going to be one hell of a party." The rasp of alcohol on his throat suggests that the deer has already started. There's a chuckle before Lenon yanks your arm one more. "Cheer up human, you'll be the first of your kind to hear the ''Winter-Song''...well, uh...//technically?//"
You slump, cheeks flushed and [[delirious to the sound of a drinking song|intro3]] the two bucks start chanting. You let the deer half-carry, half-//drag// you between the pine trees. Numb, body unresponsive, it's not like you have a //choice.// The sing-song words of the drunk deer echo inside your head. One belches, merging with the scrape of shoes in the snow. The plod, scrape, and the beat of distance drums create a symphony. Though, it's more like a Berlioz, drug-fueled hysteria.
The drums are getting louder...but maybe that's your ears? They're...//twitching!?// The sensation is acute and deeply confusing. An itch forms across your scalp; the tingle of fur sprouting across your cheeks. Whatever ointment the buck spread down your naked chest, it's doing something. //Ughhhh.// Within minutes, thick brown fur fluffs up your elbows, sprouting in tufts across your body. You shiver and groan, unsure of the sensations but //knowing// they're not entirely pleasant.
You've always imagined transformation to be a beautiful process; one of arousal and pleasure...and perhaps an elegant shift from one form to another. People had a kink for it and thus it //had// to be good.
This metamorphosis, however, might have been rather hideous to watch.
The in-between stages from man to cervid saw your pale human skin contorting under a growing snout. Your feet twist, trousers tearing over top of thick, quadrupedal thighs. Bone snaps and then //grates//, sending shivers down your form. You try not to focus on the fluffy tail pressing above your hips. The changes rush up to your face and head, heart beating hard to keep up with the warp of your body. Human skin hides nothing of your androgynous chest and skinny arms.
Only the spread of fur redeems to the transformation into something pleasant.
A thick cervid pelt smothers your new body, leaving only the black horny tips of your feet-hooves and four-fingered hands bare. Breath hangs in your short muzzle as you stumble, held aloft by one deer on either side. By now, you look just like them.
Well...//almost//.
The transformation might have acted to change you from a human to an anthropomorphic deer...but it white-washed your other features. Notably, your gender. A flat chest and average shoulders reveal nothing about your sex, and why would they? It's not like you've got anything across your groin to say otherwise. Well, apart from the tiniest //prick//. It's nothing more than a boyish nub, leaving the rest of your effeminate body rather disorientating. Fuck, you look like a //twink!//
"Catch up buck a-oh...//oOoo!//" The deer to your left drags you forward, noting your height change. A five-foot-nine you're shorter than them. Though, the lack of antlers adorning your head emphasises your difference in features.
"Oh...ha! HAHA! Maybe this stuff isn't meant for humans." The deer chuckles, pausing mid-song and dumping you into the snow. You blink wearily, head a mess of new nerve connections that fail to command the wiggle of your flat hips and poofy cervid tail.
The first thing you do is grab for the minuscule penis that looks like nothing more than a blemish on your groin.
"Eh, it's not like you'll need it. Any hole is a goal, right?" The larger buck slaps you on a bubbly ass, clearly emphasising the nature of the party ahead.
"H-hhey! T-turn me back!"
You tumble into the snow, splaying out your hands to catch you.
Naff shakes his head, eyes barely focused. "Eh, maybe later. Enjoy the party!" The two males laugh, stumbling away now that their fun is over. For a moment, you think they're just going to abandon you in the snow. A plain, boyish anthro deer. Waaa, no! NO! Y-you...?
Glancing upwards and your new, lobe-like ears flick back in shock.
[["The fffuck?"|intro4]]<<if $player.tf >= 3>>"Sorry there! We're all out of!" Is the first thing you're greeted with upon entering the circle of males. Well, you know what the focal point of //there// party is.
"Out?" You query.
"The ale's all gone!" One of the bucks drops a tankard, growling in a drunk stupor, too sozzled to be angry. You grunt, a little disappointed. Now that the drinking is over, the group has started to disperse. Either for more drink, gossip, of muscular display...or to engage with the evening entertainment begin to become more public as the party continues.
"Yeah uh...perhaps somebody else is still stocked?" The first buck shrugs, making it clear this area of the party is over. Well. It looks like you're going to have to [[look somewhere else|clearing]] for a good time.<<else>>"Ho there big fella!, come to join us for a drink<<if $player.male > 0>> again<</if>>?"
Well, you could [[back away|clearing]] quick and escape the situation...but something draws you to the fire and the five big males that surround it.
"<<if $player.male == 0>>I'm Jacek. <</if>>Come, drink! It's Winter-Song afterall!"
A buff stag waves you to an oak log upon which he purchases. Apart from laughter shared between old hunting jokes and stories as old as the hills around them, the collection of deer are focused on one thing. Ale. It's warming by the fire as the stags stretch out their hooven feet.
"Here, you're behind." Jacek slurs, eyeing your<<if $player.class=="male">> Thickset shoulders, broad chest, and tall antlers. You've had a few drinks and you're feeling a tad slozzled already...but what harm can one more do? Singing along the males around you completely out of tune, you accept a tankard from Jacek. It's the buzz you're after. The adrenaline and whatever malt they use that gives strength to your bones.
For a moment you're tempted to [[pass|maledrinkno]] and preserve some of your intellect. The drink boost masculinity but ha! What else mattered? It's an easy decision! [[Drink|maledrinkyes]]!<<elseif $player.class=="brute">>Thickset shoulders, broad chest, and tall antlers. You've had a few drinks and you're feeling a tad slozzled already...but what harm can one more do? Singing along the males around you completely out of tune, you accept a tankard from Jacek. It's the buzz you're after. The adrenaline and whatever malt they use that gives strength to your bones.
For a moment you're tempted to [[pass|maledrinkno]] and preserve some of your intellect. The drink boost masculinity but ha! What else mattered? It's an easy decision! [[Drink|maledrinkyes]]!<<elseif $player.class == "twink">>thin physique and scrawny muscles. There's a shadow of humour to the male's frown as he pushes a tankard into your hooven hands. You're not yet used to the lack of dexterity, shifting your androgynous hips. It's easy to feel overwhelmed by the sheer volume of muscle around you.
The deer aren't small. They're huge butch males with only tiny hessian loincloths to hide bulging dicks. Chests like mountains, Jacek in particular is an awesome sight with his speckled brown fur and fluff of black hair between protruding pectorals. The collection of partygoers are the //epitome// of masculinity.
"Go on, this is a classic vintage!" A fourth stag grandly anounces. "You won't taste another like it until the next Winters-Song! It'll add some fire to your bones and muscle to your scrawn!"
The deer thumps your back with such force that you almost face-plant the wooden tankard between your two hands. A bit sloshes across your furry wrists as you stare at your reflection in the thin alcohol.
"What you waiting for eh!?" A stag hollers from across the fire. Jacek and the others mirror the call. "Drink!"
You grin, suddenly self-conscious and feeling //very// awkward. A swirl of the ale brings a pungent smell to your damp black nose. So much so that you're tempted to [[give the drink a sniff|malesniff1]]. Heh, it can't be that bad right?
Well, the situation is pretty black or white. Either your [[drink|maledrinkyes]] the ale or you [[don't|maledontdrink]]. There's no harm in the former and it'll mean a fast ticket towards a very enjoyable evening, but the ale is remarkably strong stuff! Who knows what it'll do to you?<</if>><</if>>“Oh! Hey, there honey! Come to have a little fun?" The doe that greets you flutters her lashes, tilting her head to review you stumble towards her campfire. The lithe deer is joined by another doe that looks identical. Maybe their sisters? Then again, it's difficult to ascertain when all you do is ogle at their tits.
<<if $femalejoined == 0>>"Hey, what's your name?" The second deer is more confident, tapping the bench beside her fat tush as an invitation to sit. "I'm Vashi. This is Tasha, though I wouldn't worry yourself too much with her. <<if $player.class == "twink">>[["Wanna drink, babe?"|femaletwink]]<<elseif $player.class == "male">>[["Wanna drink, babe?"|femalemale]]<<elseif $player.class == "brute">>[["Wanna drink, babe?"|femalebrute]]<</if>>
<<elseif $femalejoined > 0>>"Hey babe! Back for some more fun?" Vashi is quick to greet you, wiggling her fluffy doe's tail and patting the seat behind her. <<if $player.class == "twink">>[["Wanna drink?"|femaletwink]]<<elseif $player.class == "male">>[["Wanna drink?"|femalemale]]<<elseif $player.class == "brute">>[["Wanna drink?"|femalebrute]]<</if>><</if>>\<<set $player.male+=1>>
\<<set $player.tf+=1>>
\<<if $player.male ==1>>
\<<set $player.class = "male">>
\The deer around you chatter and laugh. Sozzled from drink, you're more and more inclined to join. Sure, they're all stags...but this is like being at any bar at a Friday night. The banter runs back and forth, the jokes getting louder and louder.
"What I don't get-" One of the deer slurs, leaning forward on his bench. "-is how you get 'Dick' from 'Richard'? Like...how does that even work?"
Jacek's laughing before he even says the punchline.
"You've got to ask nicely!"
You join in the laughter, not sure why the pun is so funny. Your chest squeezes with each laugh as you down another tankard, a buzz rippling your stomach. Giving yourself a poke, you bend down to study the taut fur stretching across your belly. Are you getting fatter? Or..uhhhahah! Hic! You stretch, realising that swelling isn't fat but //muscle!// Thick pectorals swing your forward as you shuffle on your bench, spreading apart your legs. The motion is needed for the mass suddenly lifting you upright, glutes and thighs bloating with thick sinew. You laugh harder and harder, carried on a wave of euphoria from the adrenaline suddenly rushing through you're swelling form.
"That's a good one!" You bray, tilting back your head first in glee...and then the weight of antler pushing from your scalp. The first three points of your intervals morph in the air overhead. Ears pulled back to cope with the pins-and-needles, you shake you thick neck.
Whoa, whatever's in this ale is making you...//bigger?// Heh! wow!
The changes occur so quickly amidst the drunken fever that you don't notice. Standing up from your bench, you're nearly a foot taller now. Proud antlers rise above your head and uh...well, your dick has failed to catch up. The little prick needs a something //more// to match the hunky deer around you.
"Off so soon?" Jacek gives you a slap on the shoulder.
"Eh, maybe." You grin. "I'm just [[grabbing some air.|clearing]] Catch you around."
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\<<elseif $player.male==2>>
\<<set $player.class = "male">>
\Much like what was happening earlier, the five deer are still sharing the jokes collected since the last Winter-Song. You drink more confidently amongst your peers than before, knowing that there's more to the drink than meets the eye..or the throat. Hic.
"Eh, met a pack of wolves back last spring!" One of the deer speaks up. "They were beaten up like, fuck...one didn't have a nose!"
"Fuck! How did it smell?"
The first deer smirks. "Terrible."
There's a pause before you burst out laughing. This time you're practically braying like the animal you are. Your antlers bob as you struggle to breathe, chugging for air. Another long slurp of drink cures the dryness in your throat...but creates a fizzle across your groin.
This time, you know exactly what's happening.
You spread your legs and rock a little, allowing the heat around your groin to intensify into a satisfying //arousal//. Yeah come on baby, keep getting //bigger//. Chuckling to yourself, you massage your dick with a hooven hand. It's already swelling just from the thinking about the growth to come. Minutes later, and destiny turns into reality as you feel your balls swell. The small plums sag across the bench as your ballsack drop, itches, and then bulges form the apple-sized testes ballooning inside. You splash a tankard over yourself as you try not to hump, feeling blood rushing down to inflate your six...seven...then //nine//-inch cock. Whoa yeah, that's more like it!
Only once you're sure it's over do you stumble to your feet. The weight sagging between your legs makes your knees shake. Wow that's uh...//yeah!// It's all you can do not to fap yourself in front of the drunken congregation.
"Off so soon?" Jacek seems confused, before raising an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah. Fuck. Like...//fuck~."//
You're tempted to pat the boner so starkly erect between your legs. It's not like you're just going to grow a nine-inch dick and not take it for a test run. Heh, we'll see [[where this gets you...|clearing]]
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\<<elseif $player.male==3>>
\<<set $player.class = "brute">>
\"Right then gents, this is the last we have!" Jacke announces, "One last pint for our newest companion!"
A cheer goes up and, to your delight, a final chant before your all drink. You get a slap on the back, sending you spluttering into your tankard. The effects can already be felt from the drink but you no longer care...how much further can manliness go? Like, whatever end member state existed, it had to be extreme. Right?
"Woa big guy, look at ya' now" On the five gives you a friendly first bump, remarking at your enormous muscles. They'd...fuck! You were still //growing?//. You looked down across the perky nipples that looked like mountain peaks between your broad shoulders.
You stretch, enjoying the last buzz of energy surging up your abdomen. With everything in your body turned into prime stag material, there's no place for the energy to go. Instead, it simple lingers in your muscles, plumping up the mass of sinew and brawn to the point that your can body barely supports it. You groan in a mix of pain and pleasure. Biceps bulging, quadriceps swelling, chest inflating, neck expanding, and your heart pumping like made - it's all you can do not to roar.
"See, I told you the drink would put the hair on your chest."
"I used to hate facial hair!" A second stag perks up, "Ha! But then it grew on me. Get it!"
You chuckle, aware of the gruff boom from each titter in your throat. You tip up your drink and down the remains before through away the cup. It felt so small amidst your huge hands. Standing up, and you can easily meet any of the other deer eye-to-eye...or perhaps antler-to-antler. Wrroaaa! Ha! You're rearing for a good ol' tussle.
You roll your neck and shoulders, wondering what the limit of this growth was. Heh, why hadn't you seen deer this big before? Hic! Does it wear off? Ugh you sure hoped not...but eh, yeah...better not waste any time. Imagine what [[mischief you can up to|clearing]] whilst stacked with a prime stag's body!<</if>>
\<<set $time +=1>>\<<if $time > (2 + $player.tf)>><<goto end_scene>><</if>>
\The large forest clearing acts as the centre of festivities. Anthropomorphic deer are everywhere, spaced between tents and numerous fire pits. The sound of laughter, singing, and heavy drinking fills the air. As does woodsmoke, oiled canvas, and the hint of something salty that leaves your member hot. Tribal music lures you in like a hypnotic beat.
There's so much going on you don't know where to start.
A group of stags wave you over. The buff males are passing around large tankards filled with something acidic. Their tall antlers bob as each take turns to drink before bellowing lewd stories. There's something about their bulk and casual nakedness that draws you towards ''[[joining the males|male]]''.
However, the numerous groups that make up the large gathering are each tempting. An equally rowdy collection of doe whistles you over, giggling over the fresh face in camp. They're sharing platters of food that smell spicy, almost as hot as the number of furry female bodies on show! You're tempted to ''[[join the girls|female]]'', if anything just to //ogle!//
Or you could keep walking and see what else you can find. Given the sheer number of tents and firepits within the bustling festivities, you're sure ''[[something will catch your eye|activity]]''. \<<set $randomevent to random(1,2)>>The tall canvas tents and teepees around you are all closed. Only the scuffles and sounds from inside suggest at the activities taking place inside. For now, at least, such private parties are restricted to a select few. Some stags idly guard the canvas doors, eyeing you but only in distaste.
You continue to plod between the different areas of the party. All the loud music is making you a little dizzy. The drunk laughter grates as you pause for breath, leaning on a nearby water barrel. Hooven hands shaking, you glimpse [[your reflection|appearance]] in the water.
<<nobr>>
<<switch random(1, 3)>>
<<case 1>>
"Hey! You...yeah, you!" A sassy voice perks at your ears. You turn, unsure why you have been picked out from the crowd of rowdy and drunk deer. A chunky doe calls you over from a flap in the back of a large pavilion. "[[Get over here!|tent]]" she yells again.
<<if $called == 0>>Uhh, you could just ignore her and [[move on?|clearing]]<<else>>Ok, you know exactly what the doe is after. You can either offer your help or just [[pretend you haven't heard|clearing]].<</if>>
<<case 2>>Uh well, you might as well do [[another loop|event]] and see what else is going on.
<<case 3>>Uh well, you might as well do [[another loop|clearing]] and see what else is going on.
<</switch>>
<</nobr>>
\<<if $player.class == "twink">>You stare at your reflection.
The transformation from man to deer has had some //interesting// consequences. You're still male. Though, that's more thanks to definition than form. Stood naked over the water barrel, you stare at your mostly androgynous face. Short antlers and a narrow chin almost look //feminine// upon your muzzle - a world removed from your former human self.
Although you don't like to use the word '''twink''' that's exactly what you are. Boyish qualities fit your adult body, adding an adorableness and apparent vulnerability to your furry form. A short rummage is needed to find your tiny prick. The lack of significant endowments combined with embarrassingly curvy hips makes it easy to mistake you for a //girl//.
You reach your hooven hands down and splash at your reflection. Collecting moisture on your palm, you wipe away the sweat from under your ears and smooth chin. Whatever twist of fate has brought you here has a sense of humour. The sound of the winter festival around you in a constant hum upon your cervine ears. Well, as freakish as it is accepting your new appearance, you might as well use the opportunity whilst it still lasts. You're tempted back into the [[centre of the festivities|clearing]] by the echoes of music, laughter, and your own curiosity.
\<<elseif $player.class == "male">>You hic, shaking your head to clear the moment of double-vision.
The drink you've recently consumed has had some //intriguing// effects! Your reflection is decidedly male. Everything from your wide muzzle to the five-pronged antlers proud upon your head is a clear display of your suitably masculine traits. Stood naked over the water barrel, you stare at your handsome face. Bold hazel eyes, fluffy chin, and thick neck make for an impressive physique - a world removed from your former human self.
A ''man''. That's what you look like. A bold, proud, wide chested and uh...poorly hung stag. You still need to rummage for your small balls. Still, size isn't everything. The combination of your prominent muscles and blocky body means you strike quite a figure. Enough to attract some female attention, anyhow.
You reach your hooven hands down and splash at your reflection. Collecting moisture on your palm, you wipe away the sweat from under your lobate ears and bristly chin. Whatever twist of fate has brought you here knows how to please. The sound of the winter festival around you is entrancing. A constant invitation to return to the [[centre of the festivities|clearing]]. Deer or no deer, this //is// the season to drink and be merry!
\<<elseif $player.class == "brute">>You belch! Ho, what a night!
Shaking your head, you splash a hand into the barrel, patting away the saliva and grime from your mouth. It's hard to recall exactly what you've been doing, but wow...it's been awesome! Whatever you've been drinking has filled you with so much energy you're willing to battle a //mountain//. You don't need a mirror to //know// you've got a broad face, flat nose, huge seven-pronged antlers, and a roguish grin. Stood naked, your massive cock and hung balls slap between monstrously thick legs. You're tall, thick, and virile - a world removed from your former human self.
A ''brute''. That's what you look like! A huge, proud, barrel-chested and heavily endowed stag. The combination of mammoth muscle and your potent musk creates an aura of //power//. Flexing your muscles brings a grin to your chiselled chin, staring down at your fuck-off abdomen and gargantuan quads.
Now, this is something you can get used to! Collecting another scoop of water, you wipe the sweat from around your fluffy ears. Antlers bobbing, you crack your knuckles and twist the ache from your bullish neck. The sound of the winter festival around you is like a drug. Eh! The longer you stay here at the water barrel, the more you miss out on! Itching at your crotch, you're eager to return to the [[centre of the festivities|clearing]]. Let's see who you can pull...both physically and ha, //sexually// too.
\<</if>>\"No?" A deer hollers from across the firepit.
Jacek laughs, "Ha, you don't know what you're missing out on!"
Whether it's just through muscle memory, or the intent for peer-pressure, the buck leaves you with a tankard anyway. You have no choice but to grip onto the handle forced into your clumsy hands. You tempted to have a sip just to join in with the males. Like, you //chose// to join them around the fire. <<if $player.class == "twink">>You rub the outline of your flat chest, reconsidering the swirling mug of ale.<<else>>If the drink is anything like the last one, it's going to have some rather potent effects. You rub the outline of muscle across your chest, reconsidering the swirling mug of ale. You //want// to be big, right?<</if>>
The laugh of the bucks around you is dizzying, not to mention the ever-present beat of the drums. You head thumps, cervid ears flicking back and forth. You know you're going to drink, this //is// a party after all...it's just a matter of convincing yourself that it's a good idea!
"Fuck it." You mumble, lifting the tankard and drain a few large gulps of liquid.
<<if $player.male == 0>>"Ha! Atta' boy! It's a man's drink...so you've got to drink it like a man!" The buck next to your booms, catching the bottom of your beverage and tilting it up. Ale rushes down your throat. The world does a summersault as your cough, gulping hard.
"Wow, that's good stuff." You struggle to hold back a belch.
"Eh, enough to put the hairs on your chest." Another buck jokes between mouthfuls. Shit, these guys are drinking it like water! One gulp and you already feel woozy. "Ha, you'll be one of us in no time, lad!" Jacek hoots.
You grin, unsure why that thought is so funny. One of them? Yeah like...//hic// uh haha, the booze is amazing! You //hic// down another gulp, unaware of the [[effect|maletf]] that the booze is having on your body.<<else>>It doesn't take long for the [[effects|maletf]] to settle in.<</if>>You sniff tentatively at the top of the tankard.
"What is-! UUUGGH!"
There's no time to prepare as the hefty buck beside you places a hand behind your head and tilts your head back. You barely have time to yell before you find a pint of the acidic beverage being poured down your throat. Spluttering, you're forced to swallow the alcohol lest you drown.
"Awww, cute! Can't handle a ''man's'' drink, eh kid?"
The drink stings your throat and lungs. It's acidic, nullifying, and leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. You gulp, trying to clear the heat that hangs to your chest...and rushes down to your groin. The flat flesh puckers as you snap your legs together. Flushing red, you look around the group of deer with a growing sense of unease...and //excitement//? Fuck! What have you just drunk?
Jacek reaches over to ruffle your hair. The motion is surprisingly gentle, flashing you a grin.
"Heh, a newbie to all this are you?"
"Uh...yeah." You flush, aware of how intently the deer's eyes follow the line of heat down your chest. It's like he can //see// what you feel. You instinctively move a hand across to cover your groin...only to have another buck slide across to sit on your opposite side. The hunk grins, pushing away your hooven paw to ensure your groin remains in plain sight.
"Don't worry, we've got plenty of entertainment for a ''twink'' like you." He grunts, downing another tankard before literally throwing the wood into the fire. He's so ''big'' and you're so //small//, skinny and, lithe between the two mounds of muscle that invade all personal space.
"I d-d-don't think-" You blurt, dizzy after the hit of alcohol to your system and unsure what's happening...especially when sharp //throb// leaves your tiny nub of a dick painfully erect.
"Awww! Our little twink is growing!" One of the deer shouts but you don't hear. Not over the beat of the drums and the fervent rattle of your heartbeat. It's pumping flood down against your taint, thumping with such force that your squeeze and whimper...even if your legs are held apart by the burly males. One's hand is already toying with the fleshy protrusion that pushes from your crotch, creating a button of pure pleasure. Not a handle and aaahhh! A nyaaaa~! The shaft is so hard and sensitive and //s-small!// Barely enough to be called a penis.
Your balls face a similar dilemma. They're small. No bigger than little plumps and yet so //tender// that you squeak at the males' groping. The rush of alcohol to your brain anaesthetizes any fight, leaving nothing but a humiliating //whimper//.
"Awww. Don't worry, some deer aren't made to be givers." Jacek's laugh booms. You jump off the seat, wiggling your fluff of a tail to free yourself...only to have firm hands squeeze your hips.
"Here, we've made some room for ya'." The first buck shows no hesitation on lifting you and plopping you down on his meaty thighs. Hooven fingers play across your shoulders as you suck in a deep breath.
"Whoa t-that was strong stuff..." You mutter, trying to save face when you're literally sat on the hunking deer's lap.
"You came here for a wild night, right?"
You wriggle, unsure why your vision has gone all blurry. You only had one drink and yet, slurred words shape your muzzle with a giggle. "I...hic! Uhh~" His lap feels so warm. The big male's furry chest is like a pillow as you flop back, feeling the buzz of alcohol in your chest. You came here to explore new things, right?
A little wiggle of your tush, however, receives a [[different result|malesniff2]] then you anticipated. The sights, sounds, and smells of the party hit you like a wall.
You blink slowly, nose picking up on aromas you don't have a name for.
The dense woodland opens up into a snowy clearing you didn't even know existed. And, nestled within it, are literally //hundreds// of teepee-like structures. Tents and caravans in a jumble amongst individual campfires. With the natural daylight dropping, the site of dozens of campfires, dancing ceremonies, and overtly sexualised gatherings is too much to take in. Too much to //rationalise//.
Your gurgle, in a trance from music and...m-//musk?// The latter hangs in the air like a drug. Hundreds of males and females create a mash-up of pheromones and hormones that drives you wild. A sexual buzz clouds the air. Heart beating like crazy, you try to shake off the heat inside your chest...and oddly blank taint between your legs. How have you been a park ranger for so long and not noticed a gathering like //this?//
There's something magical in the air around the gathering; an energy too. A festive vibe that rattles your bones and creates a yearning to //explore.// You're stuck in this body and...and you //know// you're not thinking straight.
Fuck it. Tonight was going to be your last day and you were going to get plastered anyhow...why not as a weird anthro furry?
Picking yourself up out the snow, you rub yourself down. The sensation of your hooven digits sifting through fur is weird. As is the knowledge that you're completely naked...and yet so warm and fuzzy under the thick cervid pelt. Then again, maybe it's just the hypnotic beat of the drums and the scent of food cooking. Your ears flick back, stumbling towards the campfires and the centre of activities. All thought of your transformation seems insignificant amongst the chatter and noise of the ''Winter-song''; a festival that entrances you into the celebration.
Brushing snow off your furry shoulders, you stumble into the centre of the gathering, dodging drunk stags and lithe doe alike. The latter wear no clothing at all, leaving everything on display. You ogle as furry tits and the sashay of harems towards masters waiting near crackling fires. Above the chatter and laughter is the hypnotic drum beat that puts all your worries to rest.
Well, you're here now and you're one of them...why not make the [[most of it?|clearing]]"Oh? Is that comfortable?" Jacek rubs his paws down your arms. "Or was that you trying to get a little bounce then?"
You blush, unsure what he means by //bounce//...or, until you feel him spread his thighs apart a little. With a squeak, something long and tepid presses between your cheeks. With a hiccup, you try to stop the spinning in your head long enough to wiggle free of the spiralling situation. Ok, it's not that you didn't want his dick pressed between your cheeks...Jacek was just awfully big and you far too small.
"I uh..."
"Oh, don't you at least want to try, twink?" You look up into the face of a second stag...and his cock flopped out before your face. It's massive. Like, really chunky even whilst flaccid. Ok...this is getting out of control far too quickly. "Shame you don't have any antlers to hold. Oh...and a squirmer too, you never taken dick before?"
Your initial reaction is to say //yes// in fear that uh...why are you scared to admit you haven't? You know you're not gay and yet, you can't keep your eye's off the stag in front of you. Or his dick, to be exact.
"I..n-no." You droop, "I haven't t-"
"Then we'll go slow. Just start with a lick." The deer before your thrusts forward, not even giving you a choice in the matter. You squeeze your thighs together. It's not clear why your little chicken nugget of a penis is getting erect at the thought of sucking dick...but the urge is there. You open you long muzzle, amazed at how adapted the cervid snout is. Opening wide and...
It's at this moment that Jacek puts his hands around you waist, lifting shoving your mouth around the meaty intrusion.
You gag...and then squeak...and then moan. Eyes open, the sensation of having dick suddenly thrust in from both ends it hard to decipher. Jacek drops you onto his shaft, anus ripped open in a burst of pain. The resultant groan only opens your mouth wider around the second cock knocking into the back of your throat. Your lips purse, puckering around the flesh before the pleasure of having Jacek's shaft annihilating your prostate sends you into a world of pleasure.
The spitroast is made even more vigorous by how you bounce on the stag's lap. He thrusts upwards with a manly bellow, in complete contrast to the girly whimpering noises you produce. Wet shlicks fill your ears as you grip onto the second deer's flanks, working like a cocksleeve back and forth between the two males.
Jacek is the first to cum. You don't feel the moisture inside you but rather squirting out your anus. All it does is help lubricate your furious bouncing as the second deer wraps a paw behind your head. It's a surprise and a blessing when he pulls out at the last moment...only to cover your face in cum. You cringe under the long white strands that paint your neck, chest, and cheeks.
"Aww good boy." Jacek somehow manages to keep you bouncing. Fuck, isn't his dick raw after this? "Wanna go again?"
You quiver, unsure if your nod is intensional or just a result of the thrusting of Jacek's cock inside your tract.
"Please~!" You whimper.
Only once the males have exhausted themselves do you pull yourself free. With a stumble, you shuffle away from the fireside, cum dripping from your chin and asshole in equal amounts. Wow uh...r-right. You need to get yourself cleaned off. Woozy from drink and unsure how much cum sticks to your fur, the lingering scent of male musk and salty residue follows you like a cloud.
You stumble back into the [[centre of the festivities|clearing]].
\<<set $twinksex += 1>>
\<<set $time +=1>>\<<if $player.male > 0>>Why kid yourself? Ale is exactly what you need right now! Who cares about the side effects it might have, you're going to [[get smashed|maletf]] like your mates and have a great time.<<elseif $player.male == 0>>You know the peer pressure in situations like this. You can't gag nor can you sip. It's an all-or-nothing moment of glugging down a mouthful of ale and joining in with the chant Jacek has started. Ugh, you came to join the males so why not [[down a pint|maletf]] and show you belong?<</if>>\<<if $player.male > 0>>Ho! More drink is exactly what you need! The side effects are just something else to look forward to. Ale is a ''man's'' drink...something that becomes evident the more you [[gulp down|maletf]]!
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\<<elseif $player.male == 0>>The smell of ale fills your nostrils as you lift the tankard and take a sip.
Or so you //try!// Jacek lifts the base of the mug and you're forced to neck the pint. Spluttering, you try to breathe as the alcohol stings your throat.
"Ha! Atta' boy!" a second buck booms, "Drink it like a ''man''!"
You gasp, trying to blink the moisture from your eyes. It's strong stuff! Dense, sweet, and drying your throat such that already, your mouth demands more. You [[down the rest|maletf]] with a blech, face flushed at the cheer from the circle of deer.<</if>>
\<<set $femalepulljoined += 1>>"When you said 'ride' I thought your meant, well...a //ride!"//
Your short tail wags, eyeing the two does before dropping your gaze to the collection of straps and buckles in your hooven hands. Red leather would have been bad enough....but it's the //sleighbells// covering it that makes your ears flip back in disgust.
The two sisters, however, are too adorable to resist. Telling Vashi and Tasha apart is almost impossible, given how similar their sultry gazes and respective look are.
You go to unfurl the harness, prolonging the time spent before having to pull on the humiliating attire.
"Nuh uh!" Vashi is quick to interrupt. The doe takes a step forward, lifting up the straps herself. With her tuft of a tail wagging, she somehow manages to make slinging out the jingling harness seductive. "Turn around then, handsome. Seems you were eager to volunteer."
You grumble, doing at the lady says.
With Tasha stepping-in to help, you feel the hands of the woman tickle at your shoulders. With your thighs clenched and hiding your hard erection, you lift your hands under the instruction of the two does. Both sisters work in tandem to pull the leather straps, ringing and jingling loudly as one by one, they tighten the buckles across your broad chest.
"Isn't that a bit ti-AHH!?"
"Haha, weren't expecting that, //were// you!" Vashi is quick to tease, pulling on the red straps now fastened across your back.
You moan. Why? Because the harness buckled around you and covered in sleighbells also has something //else// attached near your rear. A pull from the doe only presses harder at the thick red silicon dildo positioned against your pucker. Your ass throbs, too dry and clenched to even consider taking the intrusion. However, the nature of the jingly leather harness means that even the slightest tug from the doe has the fake cock pressing painfully into your crack.
"The fuck!?" You growl, turning to berate the woman...only for her sister to give another tug on the system of straps wrapped around your thighs and lower back.
The thump of the cock into your rear leaves your jaw slack, face red, and lungs tight with humilation.
A perfect position for Tasha to slide in the horse bit to complete the look.
"There we go! All dressed up like you're a reindeer! Heh, //adorable!"//.
"Hrrrnnnn!" You grunt, trying to fight at the rubbery bridle that stops you from being able to speak. Straps work around your shoulders and across your pecs, meaning you're unable to lift your hands and pull off your gag. Or, at least, the motion causes the dildo to ram up into your ass once more. Your pucker clenches. For now, you're stuck in the embarrassingly tight red leather...and the constant ring of bells even time you so much as twitch.
"There's a good boy!" Vashi giggles, strutting around you in circles as if inspecting a draught horse. "You're so kind volunteering like this!"
You roll your eyes.
In truth, you're doing everything you can to stay dead still. Each movement jingles and even a tiny quiver seems to pull at the straps, translating to a proportional thrust of the dildo. You hate to think what even a small step will do...let alone a stride. Shaking in trepidation of it all, the sudden touch of something cold and moist across your asscheeks has you sinking your teeth into the bit.
"NNHh!"
"Oh, just making sure you're all prepped for our little sleigh ride." Tasha giggles, sinking a finger into your rectum to smear what feels like lube around your doughnut. "Hey, don't whimper. I know you're //enjoying// it, big guy."
"Hey Sis, don't steal my moment!" Vashi pulls you closer...and also tugs on the straps. You gag! The stiff pull presses an inch of silicon within your anus. "Now, let me find my whip."
You tense, eyes wide.
The doe laughs at the flushes response. "Oh, you'll have to promise you won't be naughty then. You ready to give us a little //pull?"//
Yanking once more the straps, the fierce tug thrusts the silicon cock straight between your cheeks. //Hhhhnnn~!// Even when clenched, the force is enough to push past the ring of muscle and sink two inches inside your asshole. You yelp, first in pain and then from the knee-shaking pleasure from the hard bump against your prostate.
"Uhhhh~!"
"That's what I thought!" Vashi snickers. "Come on then! [[Mush!|sleighride2]]"cheeks has you sinking your teeth into the bit.
"NNHh!"
"Oh, just making sure you're all prepped for our little sleigh ride." Tasha giggles, sinking a finger into your rectum to smear what feels like lube around your doughnut. "Hey, don't whimper. I know you're enjoying it, big guy."
"Hey Sis, don't steal my moment!" Vashi pulls you closer...and also tugs on the straps which presses an inch of silicon within your anus. "Now, let me find my whip."
You tense, eyes wide.
The doe laughs at the flushes response. "Oh, you'll have to promise you won't be naughty then. You ready to give us a little //pull?"//
Yanking on the straps, The hard tug thrusts the silicon cock striaght between your cheeks. Even when clenched, the force is enough to push past the ring of muscle and sink three inches inside your asshole. You yelp, first in pain and then from the knee-shaking pleasure from the hard bump against your prostate.
"Uhhhh~!"
"That's what I thought!" Vashi snickers. "Come on then! [[Mush!|sleighride2]]"\<<if $femaleeggjoined == 0>>You spend some time chatting with the two does.
Vashi and Tasha do most of the talking. They're eager to cuddle up, giggling excitedly as if expecting something to happen. You sip your eggnog, answering their questions regarding who you are and where you're from. The subject of exactly how you're now a deer never arises. Maybe inter-species transformation is a thing? In truth, the two hazel-furred twins seem more eager to bicker amongst themselves.
"Awww and like, //last// time you ended up getting caught in the stalls!" Vashi rolled her eyes, tutting at her sister. "Not that you complained. You've always been a-"
"Hey! It was //you// who tricked me into it!" Tasha pouted.
"It was //you// who were so easy to tempt. You're such a slut for sucking cock!"
"Uhhh?" You wiggle between the girls' wide hips, trying to interject before they start bickering again. "What are the-uh-" You swallow hard, face flushing at a strange ache in your stomach. You still manage to croak. "-the stalls?"
Something moves inside your gut.
It's a strange feeling. You've had indigestion before, and even constipation once...but this is a different feeling entirely. There's a pressure at the base of your diaphragm. You have to swallow, heart thumping as your struggle to take a breath. Instinctively, your hooven hands slip down the fur of your chest to cradle your bloated stomach. Wait...//bloated?// You crane down, spilling the rest of your eggnog much to the delight of the two does.
"Awww, what's the matter? Too much //egg//'nog hun?"
Your stomach gurgles in response. Your hands slap over your stomach, a groan of horror escaping from your muzzle. Ears back and deaf to the sisters' chortles, fear flashes to anger. Though, a painful throb somewhere in your digestive system suddenly reduces your voice to a whimper.
"What had your ddduuuhhhhh~! Uhhhhhh....!"
"Awww does that feel good, cutie?" Vashi hugs you from the side, stroking you back. Tasha, however, is much less reserved. She presses an effeminate hand across your fluffy belly, giggling at how the swelling continues to push your bellybutton out further and further. You moan, brain sluggish to accept the male pregnancy straining apart your hips. How can this be happening!?
"Here, let me help, darling!" Tasha's eyes sparkled as, with only a small grunt as affirmation form you, she slides her hands under your fattening rump. //Uuuhhh~!// You feel like a mother hen. There's so much weight pressing down on your thighs that you can barely speak. All that comes out is a horny moan as all the pressure seems to focus on your squashed prostate. The movement of Tasha's legs don't help, causing you to jiggle on her lap. Another gurgle leaves your body limp, lying back on the doe as she strokes your stomach.
"Awww. I just knew you'd love it. I always know when a person is a good //layer!"//
"You!" Vashi argues, "This was //my// idea to get the twink making eggies."
"It was //your// idea to make an omelette. Heh, maybe we should give him tits next and then we'll have eggs //and// milk! How does that sound, eh cutie...? Wow! Hehe, look how wide your hips are! You must feel so //full!"//
You manage a nod. However, your body moves, even just the wiggle of your chin, seems to tug at the taut flesh stretches across your bulging stomach. The pressure points have moved down to your butt, straining on your pelvis as the shocked neurons firing mixed signals in your brain struggles to identify the number of hard, oblong shells stretching open your tract.
"I'm...uhhhhaaa fff-f-fuck! I'm //laying?"// You manage to grunt, wanting to shift and thus ease the tension stretching your fluffy cervine loins, but even the smallest movement pushes at the eggs collecting in your rectum
"And look how hard it's making you! I bet it feels soooo good doesn't it!?" Tasha hugs you from behind. "I bet you feel so big and //bloated!// Hehe, you're so adorable when you whimper!"
"Go on!" Vashi joined in with the teasing. "[[Push!|eggnog2]]"
\<<elseif $femaleeggjoined > 0>>
"Awww. It must feel //amazing// if you've come back for more!" Tasha giggles. She doesn't even wait to ask before sliding her hooven hands under your armpits, lifting you up onto her lap. "My mother hen has returned for more eggies!"
You blush, wanting to deny that's exactly how you feel...but here you are. Heh. The gurgle of eggnog in your stomach is more than it first appears. This time you're hyperaware of each and every strange feeling. You //know// what's going to happen and thus the anticipation is just as enjoyable.
"I...Yeah. It's a...Ummm." You blush hard, ears flopping back as you quiver. The fawn speckles of your cheeks almost glow red, tail wagging back and forth.
"Oh it's ok, hun. You're amongst friends here." Vashi giggles, snuggling up to her sister to watch the swelling of your belly. "And besides, it's more fun doing it to //you// rather than each other. Sis gets so possessive over her eggs!"
Tasha just snorts, preoccupied with rubbing your stomach rather than arguing. Her hooven digits massage around your belly button, tickling you until you whimper. The familiar pressure is there again. Swollen lumps that mysteriously from inside of your digestive tract, turning your moist rectum into a feminine powerhouse readt to pass the hard shells of white eggs. You're excited this time to see how many you're going to lay! Your belly is so big that the doe you're sat on can barely reach around to start tickling your tiny prick.
"Is it me, or has this gotten //smaller?"// She giggles, barely managing to surround your cock with her fluffy digits. "Go on then girl [[Push!|eggnog2]]"<</if>>Tasha wiggles her wide hips, making room for you to sit beside her. You do so tentatively, face flushing a little in the embarrassment of how //small// you feel between the two women. Both of the sisters have chunky hips and narrow shoulders, wide grins and such bouncy tits! You clench your legs together, hiding the erection in your tiny penis.
"Awww! You're cute!" Vashi giggles, handing you over a small horn cup. "First Winter Song honey?"
You nod, taking the cup between your hands. You can feel the woman's eyes on you, studying your narrow form and boyish hips. You're no buck. Staring down into your drink, you catch a reflection of floppy ears in the milky fluid. Huh, you don't even have antlers!
"Oh, but you'll get into the swing of it, right? So much energy, music, and like...//loads// of sex. Heh. I see something else is enjoying themselves." Tasha, the first deer, shows no reserve in running a hooven hand down one of your fluffy thighs, daring you to reveal your little prick.
You have to hold back a squeak.
"Awww sis! Come on! You can see he's not into that!<<if $twinksex > 0>> Heh, look! His ass is already raw. You more of a taker, honey?<</if>>" Vashi laughs.
"Hey!" You ears flop back, ears burning. Lifting your cup to your snout, you go to drink before a sweet, sticky smell wafts across your nostrils. "Uh...what's this?"
"Oh, it's eggnog. Drink up."
<<if $femaleeggjoined == 0>>You pause, eyeing the milky fluid. The two women, Vashi and Tasha, seem harmless. Horny and slutty as fuck; but kinda endearing too. You sigh, reminding yourself you were going to try and engage in this Winter Song thingy. You can trust them, right? Well, it's a simple decision, you either [[drink|eggnog]] the eggnog or politely decline.
You're sure you can [[find other company someplace else|clearing]] in the boisterous festival. <<else>>You know what's going to happen if you drink. Fuck, your ass still aches from what happened last time. That doesn't stop you giggly awkwardly, shifting your gaze between the pair of sisters. Would it be weird to be eager to do this all over again?
"Fuck it." You laugh, [[taking a large gulp|eggnog]]
"That's the spirit, babe!" Tashi is quick to congratulate, eyes twinkling. "What an //egg//celent decision!"<</if>>
\<<set $femalejoined += 1>>"Here, grab a seat" Vashi wiggle, bumping-up her tits before tapping at the bench beside her. "You look like you've been having fun."
As soon as you sit down, the female presses against you. She'd needy, for sure, but there's something adorable about the doe. Her ears flick back, eyes innocent...or coy? It's hard to tell. Vashi rubs a hand unabashedly across your chest. "I see you've been answering the Winter Song."
"I have?" You tilt your respectable antlers.
Tasha's laugh from opposite sounds sweet and soft. "Awww yeah. I mean, it looks like you've been beefing up!" The deer scoots over herself, not refraining from caressing your broad shoulders. The fawn-colour of her fringe frames a cheeky grin. You flush, unsure if they've noticed your swollen erection.
"You know," the first sister whispers, "a couple of cute does could //really// do with an escort. The festival can get a bit rowdy and like, well...we're looking for some MORE to join the fun. And I think you know how to //pull.//"
"Whatdya say, pretty boy?" Vashi giggles, clearly tipsy from drink herself. "Wanna take us on a ride?"
<<if $femalepulljoined == 0>>You grin, unable to think of an excuse not to. Given the two women are already prodding you across the bench to the opposite side of the campfire, you doubt you can even say no. Besides, you don't think your bloated erection will allow you to reject the offer.
[["I think a ride can be arranged."|sleighride]] <<else>>You grin, knowing what to expect this time. To be bound in a reindeer harness to pull a sleigh is demeaning, kinky, and so fuckin' hawt when each tug rams a horse cock up your ass. There's a cheeky glimmer in your eyes as you wonder where these two women will take you this time.
[["Fuck it. Where do ya want to go?"|sleighride]] <</if>>
\<<set $femalejoined += 1>>"Hey! I saw him first" Tasha is up on her hooves in an instant, wrapping herself around your left arm before you have a chance to resist. A bubble of arousal hits your groin upon feeling her soft fur pressing against your side. The smokey air is quickly saturated with lusty pheromones.
"No! //I saw// him before //you// did!" Vashi flicks a fringe of hair from her eyes.
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Girls!" You try to calm the glaring contrast between the two...before the two sisters break into a fit of giggles. "Uh...ok?" What the hell just happened?
"Don't worry about our girl-chatter." Tasha is quickly around your other arm. You blanch, heart fluttering at realising you have not one but //two// hot chicks hanging from you. Head dizzy from drink, you grin stupidly. Ok..maybe, heh. Maybe wasting yourself on the male transformative was a really, //really// good idea.
"Having a good night, big guy?" Vashi asks, rubbing a hand unabashedly across your chest. "I see you've been answering the Winter Song."
"I have?" You tilt your huge antlers.
Tasha's laugh sounds like a tinkle. "Awww yeah. I mean, look at these bad boys!" The deer squeezes the nearest of your meaty biceps. You flush, tensing before you can help yourself. "You know, a couple of cute does could //really// do with an escort. The festival can get a bit rowdy and like, well...we're looking for some more to join the fun. And I think you know how to //pull.//"
"Whatdya say, handsome?" Vashi giggles, clearly tipsy from drink herself. "Wanna take us on a ride?"
<<if $femalepulljoined == 0>>You grin, unable to think of an excuse //not// to. Given the two women are already leading you to the side of their campfire, you doubt you can even say no. Heh, pretty does like them can be really persuasive. Besides, You don't think your beastal erection will allow you to reject the offer. You've seen Vashi eyeing your veined shaft, licking her plush black lips.
[["I think a ride can be arranged."|sleighride]]<<else>>You grin, knowing what to expect this time. To be bound in a reindeer harness to pull a sleigh is demeaning, kinky, and so fuckin' hawt when each tug rams a horse cock up your ass. There's a cheeky glimmer in your eyes as you wonder where these two women will take you this time.
[["Fuck it. Where do ya want to go?"|sleighride]]<</if>>
\<<set $femalejoined += 1>>\<<set $femaleeggjoined += 1>>"Here, let me try and ease some of that tension, girl." Tasha hums caringly in your ear, enjoying each of your little humps and whimpers. "Don't hold them in. Hey, it won't hurt if you loosen a little...there. Awww who's a //good girl?"//
Tasha's hand drifts down over the bulge in the base of your belly to your prick, almost lost between your swollen thighs. Her fingers work expertly to tease at the hard nugget of flesh, milking your tiny prick to turn the ecstasy of stimulation upon your prostate into a dominating //pleasure.//
"Hhhuuurrrnnn~!"
The pressure builds and builds. It's not just an outwards force as your tract is //stretched// around who knows how many intrusions. There's a heaviness to your swollen hips; a sluggishness that means twisting your hips is met with resistance. You push your chest outwards, head resting back against Tasha's shoulder as she continues to probe and play with your dick. Should you be worried about how big your swollen belly is?
The feeling of the first egg shifting is met with both pain and pleasure. Your internal G-spot is squished from the white walls of an egg beginning to squeeze its tip out of your pucker. Mucus lubricates the muscular ring but your doughnut is unforgiving, straining painfully to make room for the fist-sized egg to pop free.
"Hhhhh-nnNn-NNnn!!!"
"Push!" Tasha and Vashi giggle as they both warble the same word. The latter plays with your chest, turning your body into a mass of physical distress and emphatic pleasure. You hips are forced wide, the magical eggnog giving your rectum the ability to //squeeze//...though your pucker refuses to relax.
At least, until precum starts to drip from your prick.
"Aaahhhhaaa-ahhh~//AHH~!"// There's no way you can control the lusty grunts anymore. Your jaw is lax and yet your butt so tense that you feel your might //burst//. You gyrate, spin squeezing and hips soo tight and hhhhaaa hhUUU you PUSH but nothing will go. The pain blooms, dick squirting but even the near orgasmic feeling can't wash away the ache of your asshole as it suddenly //relaxes...//
And your first egg slips out of your thigh gap and into Vashi's paws.
"Fffuck!" You pant, high off the relief. Shuffling your heavy, you open your eyes and breathe for the first time in what feels like forever. Heart thumping hard, you stare down at the moist white shell that Vashi is cuddling to her fluffy breasts.
"Awww your first egg! Isn't it wonderful?" Vashi giggles.
"That's a relief." You pant, unsure why your comment brings such cheeky smirks to the two women. At least, until you feel your stomach //churn//. Your rectum heaves, already lining up your second egg ready to push through your raw pucker once more. Fuck! //Already?//
"Wait...there's //more!?"//
"Yeah girl!" Tasha laughs, wiping cum across your belly. It's still bloated and oddly hard under her touch, digits emphasising the individual bulges still queued up ready to slide out of your aching tract.
[["There are //plenty// more from where that came from!"|eggnog3]]\<<set $eggtotal to ["four", "five", "six", "eight", "ten",]>>You're sat on Tashi's lap for what feels like an hour. In truth, it takes little more than ten minutes to pass the whole clutch of eggs the eggnog cursed you with. There's <<print either ($eggtotal)>> gleaming white shells by the time you're done.
Once your first egg had //squeezed// through your pucker, the second was easier...though //barely.// By the time you're pushing out the third, your asshole is so raw that all feeling is numbed into a drooling heat. Like, fluid was dripping out of your but like a waterfall. //Fuck!// The two sisters squealed and pampered you the entire time.
"Awww hehe, does that feel //good//, right girl?" Tasha laughs, watching as you clutch the last egg to your chest. "Haha, it's so much more fun making you lay than having Sis get all maternal over her brood."
"I do not!" Vashi squeaked. The egg she was nestling against the cleavage of her tits, however, proved otherwise. "I just think they're kinda neat!"
You gasp, relieved the process is over and you're not showing such a keen attachment to the brood. Then again, it takes another ten minutes for them to pry your eggs off you. Legs sore and knees weak, the two does send you away to get cleaned up. A little slap on your girly butt is the last farewell. Returning to their hushed giggles, you wonder what mischief they'll be cooking up next.
For now, you stumble back into the [[centre of the festivities|clearing]], rubbing at your sore belly. You don't know what you need right now...but a place to rest your sore ass is high on the list.
\<<set $time +=1>>The experience of dragging the two does from one fire to another is humiliating enough with the sleighbells...let alone the whimpers that you manage each time you take a step. Walking on two feet, the twin sisters have a tether each by which they exhibit their prize. Your ears drop back in shame. Vashi and Tasha jostle at the reins attached to your bridle, tugging whenever it looks like you're too relaxed. Immediately, the dildo thrusts and relaxes, pummelling your ass with each step. Cheeks flushed and ears back, you're not sure what's worse: the embarrassment of being paraded before other deer...or the fact that you're secretly //enjoying// it.
Your ass is //raw.// The hit of the siphon in and out of your pucker has milked the muscle into such a relaxed shape that each penetration slips in and out with ease. Your doughnut drools from lube and moisture created from the perpetual fucking.
The moans in your bit are no sexual groans of lust now that the pain has faded into a raw ache.
"Mush! Come on stud! Faster!" Vashi whips the reins, tugging hard once and then //twice...!//
"MMhh!"
"Oh, are you having fun, cheeky?" The doe giggles when you don't move. Placed in the middle of the festival and attracting the attention of a few drunk deer, you can't stop yourself from touching at the throbbing erection drooling cum from your cock. Fuck! You can't //bear// it anymore! Each thump o the cock sends a burst of pleasure your spine, prostate throbbing until you can't take another step without whimpering in a very unmasculine way.
"MUSH!" Vashi slaps your asscheek to get you to move.
However, the text step causes a thrust of silicon. The second another thrust. Third and...//hhhhrnnnn!// Shlap. Shlap. Shlap. Shlap. //PLEASE!// You grunt, biting hard onto the bit as you cock wags through the air.
"Hmm, maybe our stag needs a break?" Tasha's voice mumbles over the sound of bells. Drums sound in the distance, laughter and chatter all drowned out by the pounding of blood in your ears.
And the pound of cock in your ass.
"Nahhh." Vashi grins. "Look how much he likes it. Aww, perhaps you want to pull a little //harder...?"//
The final tug on the reins breaks the floodgate. This time Vashi tugs and holds it there, ramming the cock in and leaving it pressed hard up your tract. Uhhhh! The next steps you take have the intrusion tight inside your hips, waggling under your tail which has tugged tight in readiness of the ejaculation to cum. Knees quivering, you drool around your bit. A rut of your hips only knocks the cock in further still as your rock, groan, and then //burst!//
The first splurt of cum carries a few feet before splattering across the ground. The next goes parabolic, curving through the air before the flow weakens to a heavy drool that pushes in pulses from your veined shaft. Whimpering and shaking your hips, the feeling of release barely registers above the full sensation from being rammed with so much cock.
However, it's obvious that one orgasm isn't enough for the does.
"Come on, Sis!" Vashi laughs, "Let's [[parade|sleighride3]] our eager draught horse around! I think he still wants //more!"//Vashi and Tasha parade you around the winter festival until you almost blackout. //Uhhhh~!// Your dick is raw from who knows how many orgasms, your butt a numb blot in your awareness under the steady //jingle jingle// of bells.
"Hey, let's give the stud a break. Any more cock and he might collapse."
"Awww, hehe! Let's just leave him here!" Tasha doesn't seem to care about your current state. Covered in cum and sweat, drooling around your bit and craving an end to the constant pummeling. "We've got plenty of other tricks to pull! And besides, if he wants //more// he knows where to find us."
By the time you've returned to consciousness, the pair have gone. So too has the harness, leaving you sprawled across the ground, cumstained and whimpering. Your ass is swollen, pucker permanently stretched after the thousands of times it's been sucker-punched by the dildo. Stumbling back onto your feet, you gaze around the festivities. Shit. Lube drools from your pucker.
Rubbing at your flanks, there's one thing for certain...you don't be sitting down for a while.
Right uh...yeah. You're back in [[the middle of it all|clearing]]. What now? fuck, you could do with a drink to clear your head of all...//that.//
\<<set $time +=1>>\<<if $player.class == "twink">><<goto tent_twink>>
\<<elseif $player.class == "male">><<goto tent_male>>
\<<elseif $player.class == "brute">><<goto tent_brute>>
\<</if>>\<<set $called += 1>>The doe grins, showing no shame in eyeing you up and down as you approach. With her furry brown arms crossed over a huge bosom, she snorts as you shuffle awkwardly towards the tent flap. You try not to stare at her figure. The woman is chubby, though a thick fawn pelt and floppy ears adds a natural sass to her curvaceous body. She's confident. Much more than you are, holding your fluffy arms to your sides.
"Hmmm...not exactly what I was after." The doe hums, reaching out to cup a hand under your muzzle. You blush as the plus-sized woman inspects your like livestock.
\<<if $twinksex >= 1>>When her eyes drift down your ass, however, it seems like she's sold.
"Eh, looks like you've ben put to good use." She sniggers, giving your girly tush a little slap. "Right. I need a hand...or a //butt// actually. That's all you need to worry about. Got an hour to spare, twink?"
<<if $gloryhole == "visited">>"I've uh...I've been here before." You squeak, face flushed with the humiliation of admitting you're back for more. Here to have you butt jammed into the wall again and being fucked by total strangers.
The doe tilts her head. "Eager eh? You don't look like the type to be a cum dump. Right, let me [[give you a hand|gloryhole_twink]]<<else>>You blink. Uh...okay? Whilst not a hundred percent sure what the doe is talking about, you recognise the deer is in need of help.
"I uh...yeah? W-what..."
"Less chat, more ass." The doe rolls her eyes. Watching you stand uncomfortably for a moment, she finally shakes her head. "Boy, are they going to love your little squeaks! Ha! You wanna do this or not?" She's straight to the point, holding the canvas of the pavilion open although you can't see inside the shady interior.
Although, you're not sure what //'this'// is, it's a simple question. You can either [[agree to help|gloryhole_twink]], or [[thank her and walk away|clearing]].<</if>><<else>>"Eh, sorry to bother. You're not the type I'm after." The woman's eyes still linger across your body, however. She licks her lips. "Though, if I wasn't so certain you were an anal virgin, I'd be sold. Maybe next time kid."
The chubby doe steps back, shutting the flap of her tent.
You blink, suddenly left out in the snow and not entirely sure what had just happened. Anal virgin? A sassy deer and...uh, okay. Best not think too hard into it.
You shuffle away and [[return to the festivities|clearing]].<</if>>\<<set $called += 1>>The doe grins, showing no shame in eyeing you up and down as you approach. With her furry brown arms crossed over a huge bosom, she snorts as you stumble towards the tent flap. You don't recognise her wry grin, only seeing the plus-sized doe for the delectable mass of curves and gropable tush she is.
This woman, however, is all business. "Hey, you look exactly like the type of stag I'm after. How do you take it? Front or back? Shaken or stirred?" She wiggles an eyebrow, unashamedly studying your small antlers and toned chest.
<<if $gloryhole == "visited">>"I've, uh...been here before." You grin, feeling your cheeks glowing.
"Oh?" The doe studied you critically. "Eh, I don't recognise ya...but ha! I can't complain. So what do you want? To ram your [[cock|male_cock]] through or have folks [[abuse that fine ass|male_ass]] of yours?"
She laughs, already sliding open the tent flap for you to follow her inside.
"You can always [[say no|clearing]]?"<<else>>You blink, unsure exactly what the anthro deer is talking about. "Uh, I'm sorry?"
"Ya know, //cock?"// She shrugs, "You look like a simple guy, so how'dya fancy it? Taking or giving? I've got a hole to fill since my last staff member got enticed off to a public gangbang. I'll buy you a beer for an hour of your time."
You tilt your head, trying to hide a stupid grin. Whether it's the lingering effects of the drink or just how ridiculous the whole situation is, you can't keep the grin off your face. "Yeah. I'll help."
"Get in here then...and seriously, pick your preference. I've not got the setup for having your reamed both ends. Not that I'd want anybody missing out on this beast."
The plus-sized doe gives you a cheeky grin, swooping around to slap your ass before you can even grunt.
Well. Uh, you can kinda see where this is going. A //hole// to fill? You flush, dick already growing erect at the thought of what that really means. You'll have to decide...[[give|male_cock]] or [[take|male_ass]]?<</if>>\<<set $called += 1>>The doe grins, showing no shame in eyeing you up and down as you approach. With her furry brown arms crossed over a huge bosom, she snorts as you stumble drunkenly towards the tent flap. You don't recognise her wry grin, only seeing the plus-sized doe for the delectable mass of curves and gropable tush she has.
The woman, however, is all business. "Hey, you're a big strong stag. Whatya' say, champ? Stick your dick through a glory hole for an hour and I'll source your a few beers for the trouble. I'm short of staff after the last jock got enticed into a gangbang on the other side of camp."
You blink twice. Staring incongruously at the chubby doe, you're not sure if she's being serious. //Trouble?// Like getting your dick sucked for free from strangers is going to be an issue! Shaking your head to clear your vision, you step inside without a second thought.
"This sounds like something I can help with." You nod your giant antlers, voice booming.
"Thatta boy!" Your new hostess waves across the tent. The inside of the canvas pavilion, however, isn't anything like you expect. Wooden stalls line the indoor space. Grimy, public toilets whose lingering scent of citrus bleach is the only indication they'd been cleaned.
<<if $gloryhole == "visited">>"I've been here before." You slur.
"Oh? Thought I'd have recognised your face. Eh, some of the customers might recognise your cock, at least." The doe gives your groin a cheeky pat before sashaying over to the stalls.<<else>>"New trade?" You slur.
"Eh, I provide a service." The doe hums, eyeing a crack through a door before picking a second stall.<</if>>
The weak, wooden sides of the block shudder It only takes a second before your ears tune into the lusty bawls and girly moans of a number of customers already enjoying the alternative use for the public toilets. The chubby doe pulls open a door, hurriedly waving you inside with a hooven hand. Balls aching for some attention, you wander drunkenly inside. She wastes no time in shutting the door behind you and...locking it?
The walls shake from a hard knock.
<<nobr>>
<<switch random(1, 4)>>
<<case 1>>"[[Stall one! Open for service!|gloryhole_cock]]"
<<case 2>>"[[Stall five! Open for service|gloryhole_cock]]"
<<case 3>>"[[Stall seven! Open for service|gloryhole_cock]]"
<<case 4>>"[[Stall eight! Open for service|gloryhole_cock]]"
<</switch>>
<</nobr>> The doe shouts across the humdrum and gleeful noise of blind sexual intercourse. Fuck, your dick is aching for a good sucking. \<<set $gloryhole = "visited">>Heart thumping with the thrill of the whole situation, you shuffle up to the gloryhole. The circular aperture cut into the wood is enough to squeeze your bloated cock through and maybe your balls too...not that you want to risk chaffing yourself upon the padded circle. Fumbling for your cock, you discover your humanoid shaft is already growing hard just at the thought of being serviced by a stranger.
You don't know whether to wait. Like, you don't want to stick your dick through whilst //flaccid// and it'll be weird to be too eager but....ahh, fuck it!
Shuffling towards the wall, your spread you hooven digits across the wood and position yourself. Stood flatly on your feet, the position of the hole is perfect for you to push your hips forward. Gently, you slide your cock through into the stall opposite.
"Oh! Look, this stag's already waiting!"
"Hurry up then! He's not going to suck himself!"
Two voices, dulled through the wall, hum from the other side of the cubicle. The does sound almost identical. Ditzy, eager, and clearly //very// tipsy. Your hips shiver at the thought of them taking it in turns.
The first thing you feel is a rub of a hand around and under the base of your shaft. Holding back a grunt, your tail wiggles from a small rut into the stranger's tender grip.
"Awww he's an eager stud to. I bet he wasn't expecting to have such a needy cockslut like you to help him out!"
"HEY!" The second doe shouts back, starting a bickering war that lasts a few seconds. For some reason, the two descend into a fit of giggles rather than coming to blows.
For the next minute of near silence, you wonder if they've left. Fuck, maybe your cock isn't-
Plush lips suddenly take the tip of your member.
"Hnnnn~!" The groan reverberates through your chest. Before you even know what's happening, your cock is wrapped in a warm, wet, fleshy embrace. You can feel the woman's tongue wrapping around your head. Only then does she make full use of her muzzle. Widening her teeth so as not to //grind// along your member, the doe uses long rocking motions, slowly fucking you with her cervine muzzle.
"Hhnnn~!"
"I think he likes it, Sis!"
"MMmmmrrmmmm!" The doe can only reply. There's no slow start and gradually teasing you into climax - she uses everything she has all at once.
With your dick firmly erect, the onslaught of sensation leaves you drawling. Roaring words that aren't even words, you hump through the hole in the wood - unable to see anything but the //feeling// is all there. Such disassociation between seeing the deer and submitting to her unbelievable technique is difficult at first. But, with your eyes closed and lost in the natural tendency to hump into the embrace of the does warm lips, you're soon lost in the ecstasy of the oral session.
"HnnnNNN!" You can feel yourself building. Your balls ache. Not simply from the need to cum, but also from the raw slapping against the wooden walls. "Hnnn! HHNNN~!"
You can't hear what's going on in the other stalls. You don't need to. Locked in this cubicle and it's only //your// pleasure that matters. //Uhhh~!// The wooden walls shake as you rut, trying to hold still and letting the woman work her magic...and yet utterly failing. Your climax builds in seconds, a low roar developing into a bullish groan and then...//relaxation.// Fuck! Your knees turn into jelly, butt clenching as your spine curves. Lungs filled, balls just...hnnnnn yyeeaahh! ''YES!'' Your dick tenses so //hard// before the release of ejaculation bursts from the tip.
Your first load of cum explodes from your cock.
You'd like to think it covers the does face. You know she's her mouth away at the last moment, leaving your dick steaming in the air as strand after strand throbs through your manhood.
Only when your firehose has diminished to a dribble does a second mouth find itself lapping at your tip. Soft and still store from your last session, the sudden stimulation leaves you //gasping.//
"Hnnnaaa!"
"Awww, and you tried to call me a slut! You couldn't even wait for him to finish! Or...you didn't want to waste him cum more like!"
Soon, their bickering dies into a stupor as all mental function darkens in light of one need. //Sex.// Now your body realises that it's going to have a solid hour of fuckery, you feel your balls tense into over-production. As a proud stag, it's not like you're going to miss out on this opportunity to //breed// whatever slides itself around your cock.
Eyes closed and with just the wooden walls for company, the groans and whimpers and horny bellows for more rock the cubicles. You don't know why or what is happening on the other side. As long as the does keep pleasuring your manhood, you don't even //care//. Truthfully, you don't even know if it's still them. Heaving for breath, your dick is so sore and yet there's another customer to please...another load to shoot...hnnnnNN //FUCK!// Your chest heaves, legs shaking as another tongue licks around your shaft.
You don't know how you're still cumming, but you are. It's a perpetual flow that siphons out of a cock now acutely trained to fire creamy sexual fluids whenever it's teased. You've lost track of how many times the heat and weakening realise of orgasm has claimed your body. All you know is that it's not //enough.// As many times as you feel the male, female, or fuck...who cares? The lap of tongues and the tug of mouths always leaves you wanting //[[more|gloryhole_cock_end]]...//Almost the instant your reply with a small nod, the doe has you in her arms. Underneath all the chub she's a remarkably strong deer, heaving you off the ground before you have time to jump free. Wriggling for a moment, the clasp of hooven paws around your middle feels too tight to breathe. However, the plus-sized doe is quick to calm her new helper.
If in her own fashion.
"Hey, did you or did you not volunteer?" She grunts, struggling to talk and carry at the same time. The rub of her tits into your back is a little unnerving...but not as worrisome as the inside of the canvas pavilion.
What appears to be toilet blocks stands inside the high-ceilinged tent. The wooden walls create a number of cubicles that...ooh fuck! Your eyes pop open at the sound of what's going on inside. Sexual growls and long girly yelps fill the pavilion.
"This used to be a toilet block for the last Winter Song, but it's been cleaned and, heh...//upgraded//." You can't see the woman's face given she'd still carrying you like an infant before her. But you can hear the chuckle in her voice as she checks one door...and then another. The third pull open and..o-OUCH! You think the chubby doe might drop you, but it's just an awkward reshuffling.
Before you know what's going on, she has her hands around your thighs and //presses// you against the wall.
"Hey y-aaah!" You wiggle, feeling your fluffy cervid butt being bushed through an oblong hole, hanging your fluffy rear over the lip. For a moment you flail, thinking you're going to fall face-first...
And then the doe has two leather straps under your chest.
"The...//wh-!?"// You try to object. Ignoring your whimpers, the chubby woman's fingers work quickly, however, holding you up on a rustic strap system that ensures your rear end is pressed painfully through the hole in the wood. Sure, you know about //gloryholes// but you didn't think she'd have your ass stuck through one so quickly!
"Look, you think this is me being rough, just wait for //later,// sweetie!" The doe gently slaps you on the cheek, giving you a wink. "Catch you in an hour."
You wriggle trying to pull free...but feel utterly useless with your hands dangling and hooven feet barely touching the floor. Watching the door slam closed in front of you, your face blushes bright red at the sound of a bolt locking you in.
Suddenly, the walls shake from a hard knock.
<<nobr>>
<<switch random(1, 4)>>
<<case 1>>"[[Stall two! Open for a fucking!|gloryhole_ass]]"
<<case 2>>"[[Stall three! Open for a fucking!|gloryhole_ass]]"
<<case 3>>"[[Stall four! Open for a fucking!|gloryhole_ass]]"
<<case 4>>"[[Stall six! Open for a fucking!|gloryhole_ass]]"
<</switch>>
<</nobr>> The doe shouts across the humdrum and gleeful noise of blind sexual intercourse. Fuck, what have you gotten yourself into!?\<<set $gloryhole = "visited">>Regardless of the fact you're facing forwards and can't see anything of what's happening behind you, it's the wooden cubicle wall that acts as the real barrier...and a very uncomfortable one at that! You wiggle your ass, struggling to stay on your tip-toes and ease the tension from the straps holding your butt firmly in place.
Cervine ears flicking back, you try to tune out the worry that a deer with a horsecock is going to split you in half. There's a lewd thrill to such a thought too. To be exposed like this, unable to help yourself as you're claimed over and //over// and-
The sound of muffled voices behind brings a squeak to your throat.
"Awww wow!"
You don't recognise the gruff male voice...nor the rub of a digit down your crack. //Hnnnn~!// You whimper, feeling the leather hold your tush firmly in place. It means there's no escape from the rough slide of hooven fingers down your crack.
"Mmmhhh-!"
Your whine is loud enough to be heard through the opposing stall.
"Awww does that feel good? You're so //tight//, heh...though it won't take long to loosen up."
You're not sure if that's a threat or an offer, given how much you're squeezing your cheeks. Shuddering, you arms flop uselessly at your side. At least, until you feel the prod of a chubby finger testing your pucker.
"Uhhhhh~!" With a squeak, you find you can't pull away as the deer sinks a digit up into your rectum, testing the suppleness of your doughnut before probing at the bump of your prostate. Instantly, a shot of arousal curves your spine. Your jaw falls open with a lusty groan as the numbing pleasure rapidly loosens you pucker.
And allows a //second// finger to slide in.
Without any sensory input but for the moist feeling of furry digits sliding in and out of your pucker, you become hyperaware of your bodies growing arousal at the stimulation. Heart thumping, lungs tight, tail erect, and your eyes closing with a whimper at why having your ass played with feels so //good~.//
FUCK! You're jolted out of the increasingly heated enjoyment by the head of the deer's dick attempting to //squeeze// it's way inside.
"Mmmmhhhh~!" You groan, straining at the straps but not really aware of anything but the numbing pain of ahhhUHHH!!! //HHhnnnnn~!// You whimper, unable to relax when the deer refuses to give up. He's so ''BIG!'' You're tensing. You //know// that, but the motion is instinctive. It's wrong! You asshole wasn't made to hold sssshhhhhaaaa HHA!
"That's it. Nice and easy!"
There's certainly nothing easy regarding the friction of the males buttbreaker shlicking inside your rectum. The first inch is torture until, with a grunt, you shiver from the sweet force of so much //meat// against your prostate. The deer doesn't stop! He keeps pushing, forcing your shoulders into the strap as you kick your legs. At some point, you've slipped and thus left floating with just leather supporting your chest. The sensation brings a hard erection. //Uhhhh~!// You feel like your sheathed on the buck like a cocksock, //stretched// over his manhood like a living condom.
Only then does the deer start pumping.
"Hhnnn! Hhmmmm! MMM! M-M-MMHH~!"
You lose control of your voice, a thick braying sound that echos with each thump of the shaft between you walls. You feel //stretched.// The deer shows no understanding of the pain which, although brutal, quickly fizzles out into an all-consuming //pleasure.// You whimper and fight the bouncing motion that leaves you swaying in the straps...but it's a lingering grip on your pride. Here you are, being fucked in the ass by a total stranger and you're not only enjoying it...
You're begging for //more.//
At some point they cum in you...but you can't really remember. You cum too, though the hands-free orgasm fails to register compared to the lewd pleasure of your ass turning into a cum dump.
You're not sure how many stags use you...or if it's just the same one. Over and over, you're fucked until any sensation of your ass dissipates into a sloppy hole. Ffffuck! You can't feel your raw cheeks anymore. They've clapped so many times that it's no wonder the groin of the deer hasn't //moulded// into you. Fuck, their scent sure has.
The straps never loosen. Your butt never leaves the wide gloryhole, and you lose track of how many times you've been splattered. The sensation of being full becomes an //addiction.//
You moan and splutter for more, feeling the drench of cum paint your cheeks white. Sexual fluids leak down your legs, painted with who knows how many faceless customers. Your eyes remain tightly closed, breath short as you whimper in the hopes that such pitiful sounds might mean you're used more and //[[more|gloryhole_ass_end]]...//
"I'm more of a give-"
No sooner do you utter the words does the woman throw up her hands in mock delight. "Cock it is! Ugh, //men!// So indecisive."
Following the fluff of her cervid tail, you have to draw your eyes away from the jiggle of the woman's hips. Blinking, you glance around the inside of the canvas pavilion. The large tent holds what looks like a toilet block in the centre. It's a little old fashioned, with wooden stalls and the lingering scent of bleach suggesting that aside from it's graffitied appearance, it's clean.
You watch the doe check a door, finding it locked before testing another. What is she...ohh. //Fuck.// It's only then that your ears prick up to the sounds coming from inside. The wooden walls shake in time with a bullish moan, overpowering girly whimpers from the other side of the block.
"Less sightseeing and more jizzing." The doe has a hand behind your muscular back, guiding you into a booth. "Not much to explain. Make it enjoyable and I'll contemplate buying your two beers."
As soon as you step inside the tight four walls, the door slams behind you. A latch slides closed, leaving you locked in and contemplating the round hole cut into the wood before you. It's at cock height and-
Suddenly, the walls shake from a hard knock.
<<nobr>>
<<switch random(1, 4)>>
<<case 1>>"[[Stall one! Open for service!|gloryhole_cock]]"
<<case 2>>"[[Stall five! Open for service|gloryhole_cock]]"
<<case 3>>"[[Stall seven! Open for service|gloryhole_cock]]"
<<case 4>>"[[Stall eight! Open for service|gloryhole_cock]]"
<</switch>>
<</nobr>> The doe shouts across the humdrum and gleeful noise of blind sexual intercourse. You grin. Open for service, eh? Well. You don't mind it you do!
"I'm more of a take-"
No sooner do you utter the words does the woman throw up her hands in mock delight. "Ass it is! Why the indecision?"
Following the fluff of her cervid tail, you have to draw your eyes away from the jiggle of the woman's hips. Blinking, you glance around the inside of the canvas pavilion. The large tent holds what looks like a toilet block in the centre. It's a little old fashioned, with wooden stalls and the lingering scent of bleach suggesting that aside from it's graffitied appearance, it's clean.
You watch the doe check a door, finding it locked before testing another. What is she...ohh. //Fuck.// It's only then that your ears prick up to the sounds coming from inside. The wooden walls shake in time with a bullish moan, overpowering girly whimpers from the other side of the block.
"Less sightseeing and more assfucking." The doe has a hand behind your muscular back, guiding you into a booth. "Not much to explain. Make it enjoyable and I'll contemplate buying your //two// beers."
As soon as you step inside the tight four walls, you notice the rounded oblong cut-out in the wall opposite. There's a number of black leather straps sewn to the wall around it and-
"You don't get the peace prize for contemplating it, just ram your tush through." The doe whips you around, showing supprising strength just from a pair of hoven hands on your shoulders. Skidding back, the pressure of wood pressing around your two fluffy cervid cheeks brings a groan to your throat. Before you know what's happening, your new employer has leathers buckled under your chest - a makeshift tension system forcing your ass through the gap. Your feet are on the floor, but only just.
The doe gives you a cute slap on the cheek.
"Make lots of noise, big guy."
You watch her slide out of the cubical, slamming the door behind her. A latch slides closed, leaving you locked in and contemplating how you ended up in this situation so-!
Suddenly, the walls shake from a hard knock.
<<nobr>>
<<switch random(1, 4)>>
<<case 1>>"[[Stall two! Open for a fucking!|gloryhole_ass]]"
<<case 2>>"[[Stall three! Open for a fucking!|gloryhole_ass]]"
<<case 3>>"[[Stall four! Open for a fucking!|gloryhole_ass]]"
<<case 4>>"[[Stall six! Open for a fucking!|gloryhole_ass]]"
<</switch>>
<</nobr>> The doe shouts across the humdrum and gleeful noise of blind sexual intercourse. You grunt, struggling in the harness of straps. Fuck, why did you think this was going to be a good idea?The sound of a latch pulling open cuts through your lusty whimpers. You don't know how long it's been....but fuck, you help to get out of the tangle of straps. Your ass so raw it's glowing red. Cum drips down your legs to your already drench feet. How many times had you been used? Ugh, that was longer than an hour!
"You did awesome, hun." The chubby doe grins, wiping the sweat from between your ears. Your legs feel like static when she unbuckles the straps, ass so swollen it's like your carrying a sack of bricks in the trunk. Cum drips from your abused asshole. Face flushing, you're unsure why your first thought is how much more you can now fit through your permanently stretched pucker.
"Fuck." You grunt, straightening. "Uh.."
"Yeah yeah, don't deny the fact you were moaning like a slut for it the whole time. We all heard you." The doe's lewd comment is dimmed by a chuckle and a shake of her head. "Go and get a beer then. I've left a couple of tankards [[out the back|tent_end]]." You take a long drink of your beer. It's as watery as hell but that's all your need right now. It's kinda embarrassing what just happened...but the slutty //thrill// still lingers in your loins. You've just had sex with complete strangers and neither of you will ever know.
Rubbing at the dribble of beer from your chin, you review the stalls one last time. The doe running the bizarre business is eager to keep things running smoothly. Her voice is almost as loud as the joyous grunts from rampant sex. Shaking your head, you wonder what else must be going on inside the sprawling festival. Deer like, uh...well, like //you// can't care less about their sexual integrity and instead breed like animals. Fuck, you almost want to head back into the stall for another round.
You rub your forehead, tail quivering with the thought of what else must be on offer around the festival of the Winter Song.
You duck out of the pavilion and [[back out into the gathering|clearing]].
\<<set $time +=1>>The sound of a latch pulling open cuts through your lusty whimpers. You don't know how long it's been....but wow, are you //sore.// If cervids possessed a knot you'd still be stuck through the gloryhole! Your dick has swollen from consistent use and somehow it's still dribbling. Your fur is clean of cum, though the same can't be said for the opposite stall.
"Out you come ya' big bull." The doe at the door waits for you to pull your cock free, stumbling on weak knees. Your abdomen strains from the squeezing motion you used to tense your slim asscheeks.
"Wow. Uhhh~" You groan, rolling your muscular shoulders. "Fuck."
The chubby doe raises an eyebrow. Apparently impressed.
"Eh, I didn't know you were a home decorator. Fuck, you painted the walls white in there." Shee laughs, rubbing at her snout. "But seriously, come get a drink. After all that groaning and grunting you must be parched."
You grin, weakly recalling that you were bellowing like a deer in rut. Eh, whoever was nibbling on your cock at the time must have been doing a good job.
"Go and get a beer then. I've left a couple of tankards [[out the back|tent_end]]."\<<if $randomevent == 1>>
\Your route takes you through the bustling jumble of campfires, studying...but unsure what you're looking for. The festivities are in full swing. Anthro deer wander between campfire, braying loud shanties and drinking songs. Males and female alike join in.
<<if $player.male > 1>>You laugh, joining in with the lyrics even if you don't know the //exact// words. How hard can it be!? La la something about fucking a pussy! Da da da! La la uhh...how sweet that fine doe is! Da da DAAA! Chuckling to yourself, you nod to the merry bunch. The chunky, bullish deers leading the chorus are arm in arm...mostly to hold each other up in their inebriated state.<<else>>It's only when your ears eventually tune into the drunken baying that you recognise the lyrics...and blush a deep red. You've never heard such a vivid song about fucking somebody in the pussy. The singing has you quickening your pace, skirting around the naked deer and their effort to bring everybody in for the chorus.<</if>>
Roaming between the campfires, and you're amazed at the number of tents too! Some seem to be for convenience. Bars, toilets, and something which isn't ashamed to advertise itself as a VIP brothel. Others are smaller and more private. The scene reminds you of any summer festival back home. Though, you're pretty sure the fluffy brown anthro deer are much more eager to turn the party into something more //sexual.//
<<if $player.male > 1>>Hah, you don't even bother averting your eyes from a developing gangbang around one fire. By the seems of it, a conversation had gotten out of hand and //'fuck yous!'// had been thrown around before...heh, //well!// That's not an offer that can easily be refused! Although tempted by the urge to stick your dick into the pile and maybe steal some of the puffy cervine ass, you're not drunk enough for that...//yet.// Ugh, maybe you can [[wander around|clearing]] and grab another beer?<<else>>You avert your eyes, not wanting to watch the gathering hastily fuck each other's brains out. Partly in fear of your lewd thoughts (and hardening dick) being corrupted by the idea of a public orgy...but knowing more likely it'll be your girly ass that gets smashed. Ummm, better [[hurry away quick|clearing]]. The festival of the Winter Song is starting to look more and more like an infrequent excuse for the whole deer population to wallow in thier gene pool.
\<</if>>
\
\
\<<elseif $randomevent == 2>>
The festival of the Winter Song is more like a drunken Glastonbury gig than anything remotely civilised. You stride through the sprawling camp, blending into the mass of tawny-brown deer because, well...you //are// a deer yourself after all. <<if $player.tf > 2 >>A proud stag with plenty of //assets// to display. <</if>>Most deer are stark naked, though fluffy beige chests often mask bubbly blossoms and hung males keen to compete with others comparing ball size. <<if $player.tf > 2 >>You laugh, almost tempted to join in with the posturing.<</if>>
Camp is lit with bright festoon lighting hanging across the sparse trees. You're pretty sure that deer don't have electricity...but what do you know? The gathering of anthro deer has already defied all expectations. Singing merrily in their little clicks, you find yourself humming along as your wander between the groups and thier uh...//interesting// activities. However, amongst the causal public groping and even more public sex, it's the //drums// that you notice. Most campfire seems to have its own deer with a large marching drum, creating a tribal beat that hands in the air. Your ears flop back to listen.
The vibe is festive...though the exact purpose of the celebration is rather vague. Well, depending on how you look at it. Does a massive gathering of horny anthro deer taking turns to fuck each other really need an explanation?
<<if $player.tf > 2 >>You openly stroke your shlong, massaging the supple flesh as you stare around the open instances of deer losing themselves in the moment. And you're not the only one! Fuck, if they're allowed to enjoy it publically, why can't you? A group of doe walk past, eying your cock with a wink. Heh, if they'd had stopped for a moment longer you might have found yourself lay on the frozen ground rutting a doe before a public crowd as well!<<else>>You rub at your prick...before realising you're effectively masturbating in public. Shit! Blushing bright red, you whip you hand away, averting your eyes from a gaggle of hawt does walking your way...and the kisses they blow in your direction. You blush bright red. Heh. Maybe they need some //companionship?//<</if>>
Okay...enough of //those// thoughts. You shake your head, trying to remember what you were doing. Uh...exploring the Winter Song? Yeah, maybe you can [[trace your steps|clearing]] and see what else these deer are up to?
\<</if>>When you return to the clearing, everything looks different.
The night has been wearing on - the moon has arced over the sky, and many of the anthro deer have moved off to have some more //personal// fun for the evening. The drink has been drunk, the songs sung, and even the festoon lights are dimming. It's like watching a dream slowly fade back into reality. The once congregated and merry deer parting ways. You rub at your lobate ears, ass sore and dick dribbling, wondering what it all means.
"The drums are over, mate!" A stag wanders up from behind, clapping you on the back. "Whatdya-" He freezes.
You blink back, unsure why the buff stag has suddenly-
"OH IT'S YOU!" He suddenly yells. "The first human to experience the Winter Song and wow, have you answered it!"
You twitch. Wait...this is the deer that first transformed you! Was it Nuff...n-n-Naff! That's it! You shake your head, wondering whether to curse or thank the deer. But yeah. Naff's waiting for an answer. Did you experience the Winter Song?
<<if $player.class == "twink">>Well, you //kinda// did? You're still a twink after the initial transformation...but that didn't mean you missed out on the fun! Your femboy ass is still raw from all the attention it's been getting. Wiggling your fluffy deers tail, you hug your hands around your flat furry chest. With your ears pulled back and tiny antlers nothing more than a token gesture towards masculinity, Still, there //are// benefits to looking adorable.<<elseif $player.class == "male">>Ha! You sure did. You're not only a deer...you're a ''stag.'' A bit of beef across your chest and the flush of alcohol across your cheeks gives you a handsome look. After all the fun your ass and cock are sore, but you've got no regrets. Not when you now have such a fine, muscular body. Tail wagging and grinning a stupid grin, you're not sure you want to give it up! <<elseif $player.class == "brute">>Eh, what can you say? Well...maybe that you're ''huge!?'' Hah! You've answered the Winter Song in all it's glory. Your body is muscular, sculpted, and your balls are hung like a bull. Your mammoth dick hangs flaccid but it's still a sight. Eyes double vision from drink and head pounding, you're not entirely sure what you've been up to. Judging by how sore your cock is, it must have been epic! Ho!<</if>>
"So what did you think?" Naff wiggles an eyebrow, eas perking up in interested. At least for a brief moment. As soon as you try to reply, the stag quickly interrupts again.
"I thought it-"
"Nice! Yeah, it's good you enjoyed it and like, wow. One hell of a party!" Naff is utterly bamboozled from drink. "But like...stag life's not for everyone, right? I hope you-hic! Yy-enjoyed the fun whilst it...lasted!"
"What!?" You splutter, tail quivering with the slow realisation of what the male is on about. "What are-"
"[[Oh nothing but a little...|end_scene 2]]"You wake up inside your pickup truck.
It's cold inside. Cold enough for ice to have f-f-formed on the //inside// of the windows. Reaching for your keys with a frantic yet inherently s-sleepy pawing motion, you manage to turn the vehicle on. A moment later and the air c-c-conditioning is on full. Hot air blows across you. //Okay.// You still sh-i-iver, clutching your hands across your bare chest.
"Fuck I...I fell asleep on the job?" You mumble, blinking through the threat of hypothermia down at your...wait...you're NAKED!?
Scambling next for your clothes, it's only thanks to a spare warden's fleece in the back of the truck that you've got something to hide your nudity. Trembling, your struggle for warmth is h-h-hindered by a throbbing headache. A hangover? Fuck, it's you uh...you last day and...No! You ''didn't'' get drunk on your last night and end up n-naked.
Did you...?
What matters now it getting your car to start and driving back to the lodge to collect some clothes. //What the hell happened?// Any recollections of the last f-f-few hours are snubbed by a black fog. Unreadable and...Fuck. Why does it matter? Hands shaking, you turn the key in the ignition and start your truck. Driving without shoes isn't a good idea but what other choice do you have. Okay...wait. //Clothes// first and...wardens fleece. //Think// dammit!
It's only when you try to full your sweatshirt over your ears that you realise something is amiss.
"The...w-what?" You mumble, dropping your fleece to feel at the protruding intrusions that are stopping you from pulling on the jumper. Head thumping, you're forced to use the little mirror in your sun visor to see-
Wait...
//ANTLERS?//
Your mouth drops open, staring up your face and the scruff of hair on your scalp to something that looks very //very// wrong upon your human head. Quivering, your grip your hands around the base of the horny protrusions just to verify that yes, they //do// exist and no, you're //not// dreaming.
"Fuck."
You stare at your cervid features with dread.
"Oh dear-oh [[deary me!|credits]]" <center>Thanks for playing 𝒟𝑒𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝑀𝑒!
This was a game written and coded by [[Zen~|https://www.furaffinity.net/user/zen~/]]. A huge thanks to my [[Ko-fi|https://ko-fi.com/zentilde]] supporters for providing inspiration and covering the cost of time needed to produce this game! And a massive thanks to you for playing! I hope you enjoyed it!
Click <<link "𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒" "titlepage">><</link>> to play again!</center><span class="fade-out">You don't hear what the deer says next. In your attempt to object against the muscular stag's suggestion, you've placed your face before his. Naff, against all expectations, cheeky boops you upon the nose. You //groan.// The touch isn't just of his digit...but something impossible cold that the deer then smears down your forehead and muzzle. For some reason, the urge to follow the motion with your eyes consumed your and...uh, you like...your eyes close as you trace the motion. You breathe in and exhale, aware that you...uh....like just...</span>//[[uhhhhh~|end_final]]//