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The hand I felt slipping up the small of my back was a surprise, but far from unwelcome.

I hefted my backpack on my left shoulder, surreptitiously giving the strange hand more access to my body. The loose tank top hanging from my slender shoulders let whoever it was slip their hand under the fabric, sliding it midway along my back. Blunt fingertips dug through my short, lush fur, leaving furrows in their wake. I clenched the hanging handle above me tightly, savouring the tingle they left behind as they slowly slid further downwards.

There wasn't much to prevent whoever was feeling me up from carrying on. My tank top, a thin, loose stretch of fabric hung from my thin shoulders, the arm holes open wide to expose much of my lithe torso from my underarm to just above my trim waist. The groper could have slipped their hand in from the side if they had been so inclined. Simple black sweatpants completed my entire outfit, hanging low on my slender hips with nothing but my tail to keep them from slipping down completely.

I had to stifle a groan.

The week I had just had stressing over exams had been a bit too much for me, so I was getting a perverse satisfaction from the first physical contact I had received in quite some time. Even the bodies jostling in the subway car around me were a welcome connection, though most of the rest of the year I'd be desperately trying to ignore the sensation with loud music in my headphones.

A tremble ran through my entire body from my pointed hooves to the tips of my antlers as the stranger's hand slid low enough on my back to rub across the space just above my twitching tail. The thin waistband of my sweatpants stretched slightly away from my fur as the fingers slipped beneath it. Whoever it was found out that all I wore underneath was a snugly fitting jockstrap, and the surreptitious groper seemed to really enjoy that given the sudden, hard squeeze.

Deer booty in a jock. I've yet to hear a single complaint; it just does things to people.

I shivered as the hand squeezed me, fur and flesh overfilling the gaps between the large strong fingers of my groper. I bit my lip. I know I should have recoiled at the brazenness of whoever it was feeling me up, but I was into it. Like a proper degenerate I was getting _more_into it the longer it went on. The longer I _let_it go on...

The groper kept theirgrip on my right cheek, pulling theirhand upwards for a moment before letting go and releasing me, letting the globe wobble back into place. I felt the hand grab me again a moment later, this time in such a way that let them slide their middle finger under my twitching tail and through the cleft between my cheeks.

I almost squeaked when the digit found my tail hole.

It wasn't instantly inside me, thank whatever gods are out there for that, but it was certainly insistent and exerting a constant pressure. My knees almost buckled, though still no attention was paid to me as the subway rocked and jostled along the tracks, covering up the sudden movement as just a trick of unsteady hooves.

Persistence and my natural cervine elasticity saw the digit slide past my clenching ring with little extra effort, and the sensation of something even so minor entering me after so long was just sublime. The presence of other bodies jostling in place all around me became utterly lost on me, even as the train bell chimed and our vehicle began to slow. For once, I found myself lamenting the idea of getting off of the train, but then I realized something about the final stop of the evening that reversed that feeling of impending loss.

I just had to hope against all hopes, as our speed diminished further and the passengers around us began to rouse themselves for the mass exodus from the car, that my groper would play along. Whoever it was seemed reluctant to remove their finger from between my cheeks, but eventually, at the last possible moment, they withdrew their finger, then their hand entirely.

Our collective mass shifted forward as the subway came to a squealing halt, and the flood of bodies began.

I rushed off the subway along with the crowd, unsure if my groper was following me, or if they were even able to, but secretly hoping that they were all the same. Slipping between the press of bodies, I moved against the living tide, deeper into the station in spite of my better judgment. I needed to get somewhere away from everyone, whether I was being pursued or not, to relieve myself from the pent up urges that had been building within me for the past ten minutes.

The bathroom at the far end of the platform had been a safe spot a few times in the past, both on my own and with a guest, and was my immediate target once again. A tingle ran up my spine as I made my way to the door and started to push it open. Some ancient part of my brain registered something in my presence, and since there was no one in the bathroom before me, I had to assume the presence was behind me instead.

They had followed me.

My tail flicked up invitingly to my unseen pursuer, and just before the door swung shut behind me I could have sworn I hear the clack of teeth and a huff.

Molested on a subway car, followed closely by the one doing the deed, cornering myself in a dingy subway station bathroom with only one exit and no one else around... I could win at any sketchy Bingo with just this one meeting.

I set my backpack down on the counter top, slipping a hand down the front of my pants to grope myself through my jock. A wet spot had already formed, soaked enough that my thumb came away slick with precum as the door behind me swung open a moment later. I didn't look over, opting instead to continue groping myself and arching my back. Whoever it was that had followed me was taking their time to drink in the sight of a nineteen year old deer, his lithe torso exposed from the side through the exaggerated arm hole of his loose tank top, with one hand buried under his snug sweatpants with an obvious purpose.

Fuck my groper didn't need to be there at all, I was working myself up so much.

I kept my eyes closed, even as I felt a large hand slide across my backside, squeezing each cheek as it went with just as much gusto as it had on the train. The loose fabric of my tank top bunched up on my hips as it was lifted, giving both of my partner's hands access to my slim waist, fingers once again raking through my lush fur.

I groaned. I had been expecting a quick and rough pump and dump, but whoever this was was taking their time and I appreciated every second of those dull points carving furrows through my fur.

A long equine snout slipped up alongside my muzzle, making me tense involuntarily. His tongue swiped out over my neck while his hands slipped down my hips and under my sweatpants, pushing them down further until they were just barely hanging on, mostly thanks to the front hooking on my own bulge.

Both of the equine's hand moved back to cup my ass, lifting and separating each cheek before releasing them completely. A hard slap snapped my eyes open, drawing a startled bleat from my muzzle just as the stranger's muzzle pressed against my large ear.

"Guess you're not in a rush," The voice reminded me of my father; gruff, experienced... was 'weathered' a good description? It also had just the right edge of playfulness to it. "But I'm on a bit of a clock. Hope you don't mind."

I wasn't really able to refuse him at that point, and replied by simply grinding myself back against the equine's crotch and pushing my sweatpants the rest of the way down to my ankles. I had only just started stepping out of them when a strong hand grabbed onto the underside of my thigh and hoisted my leg up.

He spent a moment to savour the sight of me bent over the counter, tail hiked with one leg bent up over the faux-marble surface. I was too busy trying to keep my head from slumping forward and skewering the mirror with my rack to savour the attention, though. A glob of saliva splattering down under my tail sent a shiver up my spine, and I had to start really focusing on my breathing in anticipation for what was to come.

"Don't carry lube with you, huh?" He grunted, working a digit back into my tail hole, smearing his saliva between my cheeks.

That snapped me back to reality.

"Front pocket of my backpack!" I gasped out, just as he drove a second finger into me.

The huff from behind me sounded almost disappointed, but with his free hand, the horse reached over to my bag and retrieved the small bottle of lube I was in the habit of carrying around with me.

You just never know when you'll need it, eh?

"Hold your ass open for me," The horse grunted, slathering his stiffening cock with a healthy amount of lube. "Show me how much you want this."

I stood up straighter, keeping my right leg stretched across the counter top and casting a bashful glance over my shoulder. My hands cupped my backside, and I lifted and separated each cheek and gave a needy moan as I did so.

The horse seemed to appreciate it as he stroked himself to full mast. The mushroom head of his glorious cock flared out, a thick bead of precum oozing from the tip only to be smeared across his flesh as he pumped himself with his hand. With his other hand, much to my depraved excitement, he angled his phone to capture a picture of the willing buck slut he had just picked up presenting himself.

"Good doe." He grinned as he slapped his meaty shaft down between my cheeks, smearing lube into my fur with a few firm grinds. The ebony truncheon slid back and forth, pinning my tail against my lower back while precum oozed out into my fur with each hump, but I was only able to savour the grinding motions for a moment.

The horse pulled his hips back far enough that the flaring head of his dick slipped down between my cheeks, pressing directly against my saliva-drenched ring without a moments pause. A horse's cock always seems to know exactly where it needs to be, and as the initial pain of that broad head spreading me open gave way to the building pressure of inch after inch of shaft stuffing me full, I let my head drop.

I'm sure I heard the mirror crack as my antlers connected with it, but I didn't care. I couldn't care. The large horse behind me chose that moment to buck his hips roughly, sinking himself into my ass right up to the medial ring. I groaned as he adjusted his position, jostling his package within me while he moved his hands to my hips.

"Only a few more inches..." He grunted into my ear, a mere moment before he pulled back on my hips and thrust forward with his own.

My ass came flush with his groin, and I let out a startled bleat that was quickly cut off as the horse immediately began pumping back and forth.

"That's such a good doe..." He panted as the restroom filled with the lewd smacking sounds of hips-on-ass.

I could feel his low hanging sack bumping rhythmically against my inner thigh just as acutely as I could sense his flaring head rearranging me internally and the solid grip of his hands on my hips. My tongue lolled out of my mouth as my body was wracked by his powerful thrusts, my hands gripping the faucet of the sink directly below me with such force I swore I could snap it off.

The horse paused in his pounding for a moment, only long enough to move one hand up to my right antler and the other to my left shoulder. A shard of glass fell into the sink as he pulled my head away from the mirror, then my entire upper body back towards him, and he resumed with a slower, steadier grind.

"Leg down," The horse exhaled heavily into my ear. "Tighten that ass up for me."

I did as I was told, like a good buck, and dropped my now aching leg. I pressed them both together, just barely able to keep standing on the tips of my hooves as the horse pulled my head to the side by my antler. I opened my eyes just enough to see the equine lean his long muzzle over my shoulder, his eyes locking with mine right as brought his phone up and took another photo,

"Mind snapping one for me?" He didn't break eye contact as he pushed his phone into my clenching fingers.

His now free hand slid under my tank top, moving slowly up my narrow waist and trim chest, coming to rest just under my throat.

I snapped a picture.

He continued to grind his cock into me while his hand slipped up and closed around my throat, squeezing firmly.

I took another picture.

"Good boy."

I nearly dropped his phone as he suddenly started bucking into me harshly. Weak bleats escaped my constricted throat as he slammed the thickest inches of his cock into me with short, sharp movements. His shaft flexed noticeably inside me, and his grip on my throat and antler tightened each time he pumped his hips upwards. My hooves scraped along the dingy tiles below as each thrust bounced me upwards and I had to do my best to not simply start screaming in ecstasy.

Letting go of my antler and my throat, the horse hooked his arms up under my own in one swift motion, his fingers lacing together behind my head. I was lifted entirely off the ground by the new position, aided by his rapidly increasing pace of thrusting. My legs tensed constantly, desperately trying to gain purchase on the ground, but the horse was reaching his climax swiftly, my body relegated to being nothing more than an oversized toy for him to fuck.

All I could do was ride out his orgasm and deal with the awkward position my head was forced into, the stretch of my arms and the weight placed on them, and the full body ache of a horse cock plowing into me.

The horse's arms tensed, forcing my head and shoulders to bend even more awkwardly as his climax finally hit.

His shaft was my whole world at that point, and I could feel the fat pillar spasm with the first ropes of equine seed. My eyes screwed shut as the pressure inside me built, and the horse staggered forward a moment later, his elbows slamming down on the counter top with my muzzle stopping mere inches from the surface thanks only to the size of his arms.

I groaned pathetically as the horse ground into me, lewd wet squelches just barely audible over the throbbing of my own heartbeat in my ears.

My joints were aching when he finally released my upper body, and my shoulders popped when I could finally support my own weight with my arms. My antlers clacked against the tiled wall in front of us, giving me a satisfying method of resting my neck in a stationary spot while I recovered from the awkward positions I had been held in.

"Excellent work, boy," The horse stood up straight, rubbing a hand over my aching backside almost lovingly. He pulled his phone out from my slack fingers, and I heard the snap of another picture from behind me, just before he started pulling his spent cock out of me. "Some very nice material you've given me."

Cum splattered loudly to the tiled floor as his shrinking head finally tugged free of my abused hole, and I tried desperately to work my battered muscles to keep as much of his seed inside me as I could. Rivulets of it were already slowly running down my inner thighs, but I didn't have the energy to rush to keep it from soiling more and more of my fur.

I already reeked of sex and equine seed, so there wasn't much of a point...

By the time I could muster enough effort to stand myself up, still using the counter for support of course, the horse had already left the restroom. I should have felt disappointed, but a small square of paper left on the counter closest to the exit made my ears perk and my tail twitch. Of course it turned out to be his number, which I hastily punched into my phone once I retrieved my sweatpants from where they had been discarded.

It took me ten minutes to finally clean myself up enough that I wouldn't draw too many awkward looks from the evening pedestrians beyond the train station, and by the time I stepped out of the stall a soft chime filled the room and echoed in the station beyond the door.

"The station will be closing in five minutes. Please make your way to the exit, and have a nice day."

Shit!

Even as I scrambled to pull my pants back on and retrieve my backpack, I knew the odds of me making it to the exit in time were slim.

I slung my backpack over my shoulder and barrelled through the restroom door...

... and straight into a wall of bull muscle wearing a security uniform.

His thick arms were crossed over his chest, his face an expressionless mask while mine was a blushing mess of shock and embarrassment.

A chiselled arm reached over my shoulder to push open the restroom door, revealing the broken mirror within and the small splatter of cum on the ground.

"A horse follows a twink into a restroom..." His deep voice vibrated through me. "...and comes out a few minutes later looking like he just won the lottery."

I gulped.

"Well," He sighed, letting the door swing closed as he crossed his arms once again. "Guess we know how to sort out how you're going to pay for that mirror, huh?"