FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Dieter whistled to themselves as they made their way through the farmer’s market, the lion synth looking for some good produce in order to make dinner for the next few nights. Even as a robot they had to eat and he preferred the freshness of the vegetables when the market was up instead of just going back to the grocery store. Plus they knew a few synths and others that worked the fields and brought in their stuff, which made them feel like he sort of had the inside track for better produce. While it wasn’t exactly the most exciting way to spend the day the synth found themselves content as they looked over a box of tomatoes while they looked for the freshest ones.

As they picked out five that they liked and handed their card to scan the lion suddenly heard a loud thud that caused them to pause. At first Dieter thought that someone had dropped something but when they looked around they failed to see anyone around them or anything that would cause it, though when they looked at the ground to see if something had fallen they saw that there was a head of lettuce that was on the ground. That was strange, the lion synth thought to themselves as they bent down to pick it up, who would be rude enough to just knock over lettuce like that and not tell anyone? When they picked up the lettuce however their annoyance turned to confusion as they saw that what had caused the vegetable to fall to the ground was because someone had shot it with an arrow.

In the next second Dieter heard a dull thud above them and as they quickly snapped back up their eyes widened when they felt another shaft of wood brush up against their body. They stepped aside and saw that there was another arrow sticking out of the front of the stall, this time a few inches where they had been standing. As they looked over as the synth ox that ran the stall he just shrugged his shoulders before he let out a gasp and ducked to the side just as another arrow was shot right over both of their heads before bouncing off the wall. Okay, someone was clearly shooting at them with a bow and arrow, and as the ox hid behind a large stand of boxes the lion proceeded to attempt to serpentine along the stalls while several more arrows suddenly stuck out of various piles of produce and boxes before they could finally get around the corner.

Dieter began to feel themselves hyperventilate as they found a dumpster to hide behind, and from the way the arrows were being fired at them they had an idea where the shooter was as well. Sure enough as they looked up in the spot they saw that a muscular man clad in leather armor and skirt stood at the corner of the roof with a bow in his hand, which was all the lion could see before he fired another shot and they had to duck back as the arrowhead ricocheted of the metal and bounced into the street. “Why are you shooting at me!?” Dieter shouted as they continued to hide from behind the dumpster.

“Your reign of terror will come to an end, foul beast!” Dieter heard the man shout as there was a loud thud from another arrow hitting the wall above the dumpster. “Come out and face me like a man, you cowardly lion!”

“I’m cowardly?” Dieter shouted back. “You’re tried to kill me with a bow and arrow when I wasn’t even looking! Who does that?!”

“I will have your head on a platter!” the man shouted back, and with Dieter exposing themself he fired a shot that finally hit. Dieter braced for the pain only to feel a light thud, and as they looked down they saw that the arrow had bounced of their metal hide and clattered to the ground. In their shock and confusion two more arrows hit their mark as well only to watch them ping off of their body and land a few feet away.

“Curse your damned hide!” the guy yelled as Dieter picked up an arrow and poked himself with it to see that it didn’t leave a scratch, though as the sound of sirens could be heard Dieter looked back up and saw that he was retreating. “Mark my words, I will slay the Nemean Lion and your blood will soak the ground in order to appease the gods! It’s only a matter of time!”

With the crazed individual nowhere to be found and the police arriving on the scene Dieter carefully moved out from their hiding spot while others in the farmer’s market did the same. Appease the gods? Nemean Lion? The words of the man continued to echo in their ears as they eventually came out and walked towards one of the police officers, who took their statement and said that there was some sort of lunatic that was going around harassing people and they happened to fixate on him. After Dieter gave all the information they could about the man the lion synth was driven home by them, though halfway through they had realized that they had forgotten their tomatoes behind the dumpster.

Once they had arrived back at the apartment the lion synth quickly locked the door behind them before checking and doing the same with all their windows while also shutting the blinds. While the police said that they would keep an eye out they weren’t going to take any chances and once they had fortified their place they went into their bedroom and fished something out from underneath. The entire escort ride home the name Nemean Lion had continued to stick out to them, and as they looked through a few of their father’s old things they found that they had made mention of it before. As Dieter looked at the picture they remembered that they had once had a discussion on the Nemean Lion and how it was slain by the hero known as Heracles as one of their labors for the gods.

As Dieter thought back to the farmer’s market the guy did kind of look like he was dressed up like the ancient hero, but if that was true and they had picked them out just because they were some sort of lion that would make them a real nutter. It was strange though that their father had mentioned it too, but they couldn’t see how it could possibly be connected. As much as they wished that they could talk to him about it they hadn’t seen their father in quite some time, the synth tapping the side of the box of memories before closing the lid once more. It was probably just some sort of coincidence, Dieter thought as they slid the box under the bed once more, their father was interested in all sorts of mythology and as they looked around their room they still had most of them with everything from an old statue on roman legend to an old tome of Egyptian myth.

But just as Dieter thought about potentially just ordering in since their food plans had been spoiled they suddenly heard something that caused them to pause. It sounded like someone was in their house, but since they hadn’t heard a window break or the door kicked in previous to that it was hard to imagine. Their mind flashed back to what they had just experienced at the market and grabbed the first thing that might be heavy enough to use as a weapon, which turned out to be the stone gryphon statue that they used as a bookend before slowly making their way out of the room and into the hallway. With the lights on it made the search a little less creepy and as they held up the statue to hit any potential intruder they hopped around the corner… only to find that their living room and kitchen were empty.

The next second the synth stood up straight as they felt something press against their back, swallowing hard as the tip of a blade touched the metal plates there. “I can assure you that this will pierce your hide as easily as anything else,” a voice said, this one female and definitely not the male that was on the roof. “Now drop the statue so that we can have ourselves a little chat.”

Dieter immediately gently set the statue aside and put their hands up in the air, though they were told that was unnecessary as the synth lion turned around and knocked it over accidently in his nervousness. They were surprised to see that the woman behind them was quite tall and dressed in armor similar to the one the guy wore, except that hers was far more ornate and had a silver relief of a deer on it as she slid the knife back into the leather sheath on her belt. She looked like the embodiment of a hunter and as she went to the kitchen and grabbed herself a glass of water she moved with a grace and dexterity that they had never seen before. It was hard to fathom but with everything that they had gone through in the last few hours a name came to Dieter’s lips that they couldn’t help but say.

“…Artemis?” Dieter asked, seeing the woman’s head come up and give them a look before continuing to pour herself a drink. “No way, are you really the goddess of the hunt?”

“Last time I checked,” Artemis replied as she walked back over to the couch, Dieter noting that even her footfalls were silent as she sat down on the couch. “I do apologize for the display but sometimes those of divine blood can manifest unique powers that they can use to even harm deities such as ourselves. Now that it is clear that you don’t possess such things I wanted to have a little chat with you, and also sorry about your trinket.”

Dieter looked over where the statue had fallen and picked it back up. “Looks like Jiri is alright,” Dieter said as they put the statue back on the counter before heading over to the chair that sat opposite Artemis, unsure of what to say to the strange woman that was apparently an ancient Greek goddess. “So… you’re the goddess of the hunt…”

“Among other things, but that is what I’m known for,” Artemis replied as she took a sip of the water, then made a face and set down the glass on the lion synth’s table. “The reason I’m here is because you are in grave danger. Do you know what the Nemean Lion is?”

“Yeah, the guy that attacked me at the farmer’s market shouted his name and I was just thinking about what my father had said about it when I heard you… um… come in?” Dieter stated. “I thought that it was crazy to think that they might somehow be connected but now I have THE Artemis sitting on my couch and it’s starting to feel like I might be right. Was that guy I saw on the roof really Heracles then?”

“Oh no, Heracles is long dead even as a demi-god,” Artemis replied. “But it seems that his ancestor has it in his head that if he does all the labors that Heracles did that he might have a chance to ascend into godhood himself. Do you remember what Heracles does with the Nemean Lion?”

“Ohhh… he tries to shoot the lion first with the bow and arrow but they bounce off his skin,” Dieter replied as they remembered the legend that was told to them. “Wait, after that he tracks it back to his cave and strangles it! Although it makes me wonder how competent he was after the display at the market.”

“Yes, he is quite the terrible hunter,” Artemis said as she rolled her eyes at the thought. “Definitely doesn’t live up to the bloodline, though if you don’t mind me saying you really don’t either. Now I haven’t seen you in action but I feel like you’re one of those sorts who wouldn’t hurt a fly, am I right?”

“Well, I just, I really don’t see the value in it,” Dieter said as they shrugged their shoulders before a light bulb went off in their head. “Wait, are you saying that I’m a descendent of the Nemean Lion? How is that even possible?”

“Actually your father happens to be the descendent,” Artemis explained. “But he’s in hiding and even I couldn’t track him, which is quite the feat. However you’re rather easy to find and I’m guessing that in our current Heracles head since you were built by him then by the law of transitive property you are technically his son and therefore a legitimate target. I know, it’s rather stupid, but even Heracles himself wasn’t the brightest star in the sky and it seems time had not made it any brighter.”

Dieter sat there for a few moments in a stunned silence as they heard that their dad was descended from such a fierce beast, or rather one that was fabled to be one as they scratched their head. “So this guy wants to kill me in order to become a god,” Dieter said as they leaned back in their chair. “And now a goddess is talking to me in order to warn me about him? Or are you going to protect me from him?”

“Of a sort,” Artemis stated. “This descendant is not going to stop until he kills you, and while normally we don’t interfere in the affairs of mortals since you are both of divine blood I can intervene. The idea is to take you from being a creature that he has to kill in order to fulfill his plan to one he wouldn’t dare harm, lest he incur my wrath, and though his ancestor played fast and loose with it even Heracles himself didn’t.”

“A creature that he wouldn’t harm that belongs to you,” Dieter thought for a second. “Oh, you’re talking about the Ceryneian Hind!”

“Top marks,” Artemis said with a nod.

“Wait, wasn’t the Ceryneian Hind a female deer?” Dieter stated.

“That would imply there was only one,” Artemis said as she stood up once more, which prompted the lion synth to do the same. “They think they see one mythical deer they’ve seen them all, plus they tended to draw down a few of the other aspects of them. Now what’s it going to be; do you wish to become a legendary creature in my forest, or would you rather stay here and hope that the police can help you from someone who thinks that you’re one of the footsteps to godhood?”

Dieter sighed and looked around their apartment, then back at the goddess who waited for their answer. “Those are really the only two options?” Dieter asked. “Can’t you just tell the guy to back off?”

“Not my realm, not my place,” Artemis replied bluntly. “Now I could possibly get you in guard duty to the underworld if you don’t mind being a three-headed dog creature, though if I remember correctly I think that Heracles strangles him too… actually, he does that a lot, I’m starting to think that he might have just been a sociopath. In my realm as my deer you’ll be protected, here you will not, that’s the choice that you have to make.”

As Artemis held out her hand Dieter knew that this offer was probably only going to be made to them once, and the idea of being shot with arrows and strangled in their own apartment prompted them to grab it. The second that they did so they found themselves somewhere else, suddenly feeling the grass beneath their feet as though they had been standing there this entire time as the sounds of the city were replaced with the forest. With the shock of suddenly being in a new spot the synth spun their head around and for a few moments it felt like they were in some sort of fantasy forest that one would only see on the background of a computer screen. Dieter’s senses quickly caught up with them and as they smelled the fresh air they noticed that Artemis was still there and that they were still holding her hand.

“Welcome to your new home,” Artemis said with a grin. “I hope to see you around Dieter and enjoy a run in the forest together. And don’t worry, I’ll know it’s you.”

Before Dieter could ask anything she turned and ran off into the woods, not disturbing a single leaf on the nearby bushes or making a single sound as she did. After a few seconds it was like she had never been there and as the synth lion looked around they realized that they were in a strange land with no idea what to do. Also there had been mention of becoming a Ceryneian Hind, though perhaps that just was a title that was given to them in order to protect them from Heracles as they started to move forward. Of course it was hard to think that he would be able to find him in here anyway, Dieter thought to themselves as they moved through the bushes and into the large spaces between the towering trees.

It didn’t take long however before Dieter spotted something that shifted about between the trunks, their eyes spotting a rather large creature or something of that nature that they ran towards. As soon as they did however there was a flash of moment and they were gone without a trace. This happened several times and as they found themselves running up to yet another spot that turned out to be empty they wondered if this was just a part of the landscape that belonged to the goddess of the hunt. When they looked down however they saw that there were hoofprints in the ground, which meant whatever they were spotting was real as they decided to follow them until they couldn’t anymore.

Dieter’s tracking led them to a small clearing that had a lake on it, though as the lion synth glanced over the entire area they were surprised to find that there was a structure on it that was reminiscent of a cabin. They could also smell food cooking and was reminded that they hadn’t eaten, though as they looked through the bushes that they were crouched behind they suddenly became aware of the fact that they weren’t alone as they found themselves flanked by two others that were right outside of his peripheral vision. “This is a shiny one,” the first voice said as they suddenly felt their arm get lifted up. “I wouldn’t think Lady Artemis dealt in toy robot creatures.”

“I think this one is a little bigger than a toy,” the second voice replied as Dieter shivered when they felt a pair of hands on their back. “Oh, he’s warm, that’s surprising.”

Dieter quickly spun around while still crouched in order to confront the ones behind them, only to find that they were staring right at the crotches of the two that had also crouched. As their eyes immediately trailed upwards they noted that they were almost completely naked, feeling themselves blush slightly in embarrassment before their gaze made it up to the faces of the two smiling deer. Even without their first glance they would have seen from their masculine physiques that they were both men and as they leaned in towards them the lion also guessed that they were ten, maybe even twelve feet tall. As they stood up Dieter also saw that they both had a similar dappled hide and a pair of large gold antlers that framed their heads as well as hooves that shined like brass… just like in the legends.

Well, almost like the legends as the two standing up gave Dieter another eyeful of the leather thongs that the two wore that bulged out almost obscenely. Even though he couldn’t gauge it directly the two seemed to be very well-endowed as they suddenly found themselves being offered a hand up. “I hope you didn’t mind a bit of the chase there in the beginning,” the first deer man said once Dieter was brought back up to their feet. “My name’s Harrow, and the one that’s next to me giving you the bedroom eyes is Gale.”

Dieter introduced themselves as best they could, still in awe that so soon after meeting with an actual goddess that they were in the presence of two Ceryneian Hinds. Once pleasantries had been exchanged the two stags had the synth follow them through the woods towards the cabin that they had seen earlier. As they walked behind the two larger creatures they found themselves constantly having to run in order to catch up despite the two walking steadily in front of them, to the point where when they got to the opening created through the brush to get from the woods to the clearing they were practically out of breath. Once more Dieter was stunned by just how picturesque everything looked, like it had been created instead of just being grown naturally as the two opened the door and prompted the lion to walk in with them.

When Dieter walked into the cabin they immediately felt like they were four feet tall, everything clearly build in order to accommodate the much larger deer men to the point where they had to practically hoist themselves up onto one of the chairs while the other two merely sat down. “So let me guess,” Harrow said while Gale went over to a nearby kitchen that looked relatively modern, almost like his own. “Lady Artemis put you in here because someone was attempting to slay you in the name of their gods?”

“Kinda,” Dieter replied, pushing themselves up in order to look completely over the table that the deer leaned his shoulder on. “A descendant of Heracles was trying to kill me because my father was a descendant of the Nemean Lion.” Both stags let out an ah of understanding before Gale put down a rather large cup in front of Dieter and filled it with a clear pink liquid that turned out to be strawberry lemonade.

“I think three-fourths of the people around here are because of that guy and his descendants,” Gale said with a chuckle. “For me it was because I was a descendent of the hydra, the one that he uses your descendant’s pelt in order to kill. All I know is that one day I’m going through the supermarket and some guy nearly cleaves my head off with an axe and starts screaming that my reign of terror is at an end.”

“That’s what he did with me!” Dieter said as he sipped the liquid in front of him.

“Yeah, Artemis has brought in a lot of monsters here and had them turned into deer,” Harrow replied. “For me though it wasn’t Heracles that happened to have my number, instead I find myself in a rather kinky situation with a guy that was binding me up with this rope that he’s tied around my hands and ankles while I’m lying there butt naked. I’m thinking that this guy is really into it and then suddenly he says that he’s Theseus and I’m suddenly looking down the business end of a sword, which is a hell of a way to find out that I was a descendant of Asterius.”

“Asterius… that’s the bull of Minos,” Dieter mused, the other two nodding. “It’s hard to believe that there were so many monsters out there that met horrible ends like that.”

“That’s mythology for you,” Harrow replied as he drank down the contents of his own glass. “Well, I think it’s time that we get our new housemate his antlers, don’t you think?”

As Gale nodded Dieter suddenly found himself practically lifted up by the two and brought over to a set of stairs. “Wait, what do you mean housemate?” Dieter asked as his legs kicked in the air while the two incredibly strong deer kept him aloft. “I’m living here?”

“Unless you want to live out in the woods, which while it sounds fun for a while it gets rather old and you miss the creature comforts that Lady Artemis provides for her herd,” Harrow explained as they made their way up to the next floor, their brass hooves clopping against the wood as they got up to the landing before heading to the first door. “If you somehow thought that you were just going to stay the way you were and live with us though you’re in for a surprise; if you’re going to run with the Ceryneian Hind you have to look like the Ceryneian Hind, act like the Ceryneian Hind, even think like the Ceryneian Hind. If Lady Artemis left you in our care that means that she knows that we’re are the best ones to transition you to your new way of life, which begins right now.”

When the door was slammed open Dieter suddenly found themselves pressed up against a table that was set at an incline, the deer placing them there before he felt something get wrapped around their waist. When they looked down they found that a thick leather belt had been slid around over their stomach and as they watched a second one joined it that went across their chest. The two deer were extremely fast and it felt like the lion synth had just blinked a few times before they found more of the straps around their wrists and ankles as well as their neck. When Dieter asked if this was all really necessary the two stags just looked at one another, then turned back to the lion synth with mischievous grins on their faces and merely continued on with their work.

Once more Gale commented on the metal skin of the synth and wondered if they could keep it to the end, which caused Harrow to pause and think about it before he shook his head and said that would probably impede the rest of their plans. As the two continued to discuss their plan of action for Dieter it started to feel like they weren’t even there, though with their entire body bound to the strange table that they had been placed on it wasn’t like they could go anywhere either. After about a minute or so the two seemed to get more excited and leaned in close to one another with hushed voices that even the synth couldn’t hear. Once they were done the two gave a nod and then then rubbed their hands together, Harrow cracking his neck and Gale stretching his legs like he were about to run a marathon before approaching Dieter once more.

Though the synth lion had an idea of what was about to happen it was confirmed when Gale took off his thong, revealing the thick piece of meat that hung between his legs while Harrow merely got to the floor. After watching the two and the way their athletic physiques moved it was clear they were the pinnacle of masculinity; their beefy bodies bulging with muscle that was overdone like some bodybuilders or with asymmetrical forms like some who work out certain areas more than others, with these creatures every inch of their body was made to be the perfect form and it caused Dieter to lick their lips. The action had not gone unnoticed by the two and Gale said that he was glad that he was getting his mouth warmed up, the stag giving him a coy and confident smirk as he stepped forward.

Even with his feet almost touching the floor the stag didn’t have to extend himself at all in order to get the head of his cock in front of their muzzle, the color of the flesh almost as golden as his antlers as he told Dieter to pleasure him. It sounded more like an order than asking and even though the tip was almost as big as their head they found themselves sticking out their tongue and giving it a lick. It caused Gale to shudder in pleasure and when Dieter asked if that was alright since their mouth wouldn’t fit the stag just smiled at them and said to do what feels right and just go with the flow. With their neck bound to the table however there wasn’t much that the lion synth could do except for continue to nuzzle and lick, though as they did they found themselves growing more eager to please and that rubbing against it was causing their own arousal to build.

With the upper body of the first Ceryneian Hind blocking their vision Dieter didn’t realize that Harrow hadn’t stopped moving forward either until they felt hot breath licking against their groin, which prompted their cock to slide out. The stag commented on the interesting sheath and as Dieter tried to respond they found themselves with a face full of deer cock as their own was being licked on. Once in a while the synth tried to move their arms and legs to shift position but was quickly reminded of their bindings, which meant to them that the two deer were in charge as the tip of the cock they had been pleasuring began to get guided into their maw. There was no way, Dieter thought to themselves, but as the hot, pulsating flesh was nudged against their lips they decided to give it a shot and stretched their mouths open as much as they could.

The second that they did so Dieter let out a muffled grunt of shock as the head popped into their feline muzzle, though there wasn’t much else that could fit in there as their tongue rubbed against it. As they looked up Gale had closed their eyes and was rocking back and forth, getting into the act even though that was as far as he could go inside the synth. Beneath him Harrow was having much more luck with his endeavor and as the lion felt their cock slide completely into their maw there was still plenty of room left for the deer to swirl his tongue around the throbbing shaft. Soon though it became more about the pleasure than what was happening and more than once Dieter found themselves practically vibrating in their restraints as Gale teased his cock in and out of their muzzle several times with each time getting in slightly deeper. As their hips began to thrust forward as best they could what the synth didn’t realize was that their member was doing the same, and as Harrow had to pull back further and further to get his lips to the tip he had also began to massage the feet of the lion.

As the first inch of the deer’s cock managed to push past their lips Dieter could feel Harrow doing something to their feet, the fingers doing more than just pressing against his feline toes, but between the leather strap around his neck and the other man on top of them it was hard to see anything beyond a wall of speckled brown fur. One thing they did know was that Harrow was an expert on what they were doing to the point like they were getting a second erection as the tongue of the stag slipped out and also managed to lick between their legs. It caused Dieter to snort their nose several times and as they attempted to curl their toes they found that they felt rather stiff, like the metal had been bound or welded together. At first they thought that perhaps it was some sort of bindings like they had done with the rest of their body, but as Gale announced that he was done and pulled back while Harrow did the same it gave Dieter a chance to see how wrong they were.

Dieter let out a slight gasp as they saw that the reason they couldn’t move their toes anymore was because they didn’t have any! While the ends of his legs were still metallic they found themselves sporting a pair of brass hooves just like the ones that the other two had, which Harrow was quick to say was a hallmark of the Ceryneian Hind. As their gaze went upwards they also noticed the other aspect of the stag’s work, Dieter seeing that their cock not only no longer retracted into their body but instead of the usual rubber of a synth it was three-fourths of a foot of golden flesh that jutted out from their groin that had also sported a fresh patch of brown fur. It was a bizarre sight on their otherwise leonine synth body, though as Gale brought a mirror up to show Dieter their face they saw that the reason they were able to fit more of the deer’s cock in their maw was because their feline muzzle had stretched out, his face looking as cervine as the two grinning at them. Even their ears had changed and as they looked at the top of their head they saw a pair of golden points that stuck up from the mane they still had around their neck.

“Not a bad start, if I do say so myself,” Gale said as Harrow went over in order to unstrap the partially transformed creature from the board. “Still have quite a bit of work to go but we’ll make you into a Ceryneian Hind yet, and once you are done then you can also finish, if you know what I mean. Think of it as extra motivation, oh, and you’re going to want this if you want to start the next phase without slapping yourself in the stomach.”

Before Dieter could ask what that meant they suddenly found a piece of leather tossed in their face, the thong hanging off of their new snout as the two chuckled and told them to come down once they were ready. Even though the restraints were off the new hooves made them feel unsteady as they got to their feet while Gale put his thong back on and the two went down the stairs. Between the new head, his new equipment, and his new hooves everything felt unsteady as they tried to get a new sense of where their center of gravity was. It took a few minutes but they finally felt like they could walk and when they were sure they wouldn’t fall over Dieter slipped the thong on that surprisingly fit them, trying not to quiver from the supple leather rubbing up against their groin as they went down the stairs as slowly as they could.

As they passed the table to get outside where the two stags were Dieter noticed that the table and chairs were slightly shorter, and though they reasoned that was likely gained by the extra height gained by his new feet it did seem like they had grown a bit taller as well while they stepped outside and greeted the other two. “Welcome to your first real step in Hind training,” Harrow said once he saw Dieter. “Now that you have your hooves you’re going to learn to run with the swiftness of foot that we’re known for.”

“So all that back there, that was just to get the hooves?” Dieter asked, which caused the two to snicker.

“The rest is to learn how to adjust with new proportions,” Gale chimed in. “But also we like to have fun. Now before we can let you just run around like the deer you’re going to be we have to make sure that everything is done safely, which means proper gear to ensure that you don’t hurt yourself…”

About ten minutes later the three men stood in the middle of the forest, Harrow and Gale both holding onto a leather strap that was attached to the body harness that they had strapped around the body of the lion synth. “I’m starting to think that all this stuff is more of a personal preference,” Dieter commented as they brought a hand up against the ring of the x-harness that wrapped around their chest while they felt one of the leather straps against their thigh get tightened until it was a snug fit. “How does this keep me safe during running?”

“You’ll see,” Harrow said as Dieter suddenly felt something get pulled over their head, realizing that it was a leather hood with a collar that the hind strapped around their neck. As the leather pressed around their new muzzle they tried to say something but it came out muffled, which prompted the stag to look and then unzip the front to allow Dieter to speak. “Sorry, forgot that was closed, anyway now that you’re prepared go ahead and run as fast as you can to that really big tree down there.”

It took a second for Dieter to figure out which big tree they were talking about, which was at the end of an open alley that was created by the placement of the others. It was hard to see because it was nearly a hundred yards away by their estimation and as they got ready they were surprised to hear Gale say that it should take them about five seconds. Five seconds… that wouldn’t even get them past the first tree that grew alongside the path, Dieter thought to themselves, but when they looked over as Gale they saw that he was dead serious and even had a stopwatch. When Harrow told Dieter to get ready though they nodded and tried to get in the best position possible to start running, tensing their muscles when they heard set, and pushing off their hoof when they heard go.

The very next second there was a loud snap as every leather strap that was attached to Dieter went taught and suddenly the synth found themselves in the middle of the air, floating there as their feet kicked out from underneath them before they landed flat on their back. As they hit the ground with a soft thud they saw that somehow they were almost halfway to the tree already and when they tilted their head backwards they saw that both Harrow and Gale had been dragged at least ten feet while clutching onto their leads. Once it was clear that Dieter had stopped they dropped the leashes and walked up to them, hovering over their face as the sun streamed down on them from overhead.

“Fleet of foot doesn’t mean fleet of direction,” Harrow said as the two reached down and helped Dieter up. “The gifts of Lady Artemis may be immediate and instinctive but they still require practice to hone. Even if we told you to go down to that tree at a light jog there would be a Dieter-shaped hole in the middle of it and we’d spend the next two hours in the forest looking for you.”

Dieter just nodded as he tried to unkink his body from the whiplash that he had just gotten, his vision still spinning slightly as the two brought them back to the start line and told them to try and stop before the leads went taught and to use the divots that they had created the first time as a guide to slow down. More than once however the synth still found themselves still falling on their back, but as they continued to work with them they started to get the hang of controlling their speed. More than once they still dragged the other two with them but they stopped themselves before the snapback was so great that it caused them to fall. While Dieter had down significant progress that day they decided to stop for the night and Harrow and Gale once more practically dragged the synth back into their cabin for dinner.

Once they had gotten inside they set Dieter down on one of the chairs and proceeded to make food, which for the lion consisted of a rather large salad while the two had made a large plate of ribs. When the synth asked what kinds of food they could get in while they ate the deer said that they weren’t really bound by any constraints, which was shown when Gale and Harrow both tore into a rack of ribs that they practically cleaned down to the bone. It was a surprising thing to see deer eating meat but Harrow said that they would see themselves once they were ready for it. As Dieter turned back to their salad they did find it really good, though it seemed that the stags were making their choices for them at the moment.

When they were done the stags showed Dieter up to the bedroom, which consisted of a shared bed between the three of them. It was huge and even with their added height they had to be practically hoisted up into it before they sank down into the soft bedding. As they laid there they saw Harrow and Gale take off their thongs and get in as well, but as they did the synth suddenly felt something press up against his back. Before they could turn around to see what it was Harrow shifted forward and Dieter suddenly found that they were sandwiched between two huge deer cocks, and when the two asked if they could help them out even if they were a bit on the small side Dieter couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

The first night the feeling of those thick golden shafts was incredible, even as they merely grinded against their body the sound of the two bigger men grunting and groaning had caused them to grow hard as well. These creatures were truly legendary and they found themselves pressing their arms and legs as best they could against them in order to stimulate them further even if it was essentially just a hand job. When they orgasmed Dieter found it was a dry climax and the two both fell asleep after they had their fun. As the nights turned to weeks the cycle continued, consisting of training, food, and sex that mostly involved the stags dominating him, though sometimes as they laid on top and humped into his body they would involve the lion in a long, slow make-out session or suck him off while making sure he didn’t orgasm.

Though it was hard to tell time in that realm Dieter could sense that about a month had passed, but as they finished up their training for the day they found that other than their first day he hadn’t changed much. They had grown maybe a few more inches and his antlers were slightly bigger, but as they palmed their thong while waiting to hear what they were going to do next they found that the rest of their body hadn’t grown much at all. What made matters worse was that more than once while they had them doing stamina exercises they started to have sex with each other, as though to show off in front of them as one of them bent the other over and plowed into their tailhole while they watched on with growing envy. One thing that seemed to be going Dieter’s way though was that they were getting much better control over their speed, to the point they even removed some of the leads so that the two stags were just holding onto the ones attached to their wrists and ankles.

When Harrow called it for the night Dieter was surprised that he didn’t even feel that tired, though his muscles were sore from falling on his back for the first half of the day. “So Dieter,” Harrow said with a grin as he put a huge muscular arm around his shoulders. “How would you like to celebrate your new points?”

“New points?” Dieter repeated, reaching up to the gold antlers that adorned their head and found that they had grown a bit and had split off at the tips. “Oh hey, look at that. Gosh, I don’t know, can we order out or something?”

The two stags chuckled at that but as Harrow continued to keep his arm around the synth he pointed forward at Gale who was a few steps ahead gathering up the leather straps. “We can certainly do something like that, but considering how often you stare at Gale how about you have him instead?” The sudden lustful turn that that tone of the conversation took caused Dieter to shiver slightly as they looked over just in time to see the other stag bend down and put his rear up in the air. “Go on, at this point he’s all yours, he won’t even see it coming.”

“See what coming?” Dieter asked as he swallowed hard.

“The fucking that you’re about to give him,” Harrow said as he leaned in close to the point where his voice was almost a whisper. “You’re a servant of the goddess of the hunt now, so go hunt. Or are you just going to stand there and stare while someone else takes your prize away from you, just like you have done before?”

The power and arousal that was behind those words caused the synth to practically tremble as they could hear that same authoritative tone that Gale had used earlier, knowing that they did desire the stag and that the chance to actually shove their cock into his tailhole was reaching a boiling point. They felt their body flex as their lusts grew stronger by the second, but at the last second they stopped and sighed loudly. “I… I don’t think I can,” Dieter said finally. “He’s bigger than me, and I wouldn’t want to impede myself like that…”

“Thought you might say that,” Harrow said, and as Dieter felt the hand move off of his shoulder the next second the straps that had been tied to his arms were pulled back. The sudden movement caused the synth to nearly fall backwards before they were suspended in the air as the Ceryneian Hind looked down at him with a predatory grin while licking his chops. “A shame, I thought you might actually give Gale a ride there for a second the way you were staring at him like a piece of meat to a hound.”

As Dieter felt Harrow manipulate the leather straps so that the synth was suddenly on his hands and knees he heard the other stag come up behind him. “Didn’t take the bait, huh?” Gale asked, Harrow shaking his head as the synth felt the straps on his ankle cuffs get pulled on to spread his legs apart. “I’m actually surprised with the way he had been acting… but we’ll get him to act like the legend he is, or perhaps we’ll just leave him tied up like this and he can be our subby little pet deer that we can bind up whenever we want. I think after he gets a taste of how Lady Artemis expects all those in her realm to act he’s going to come around, I bet within the week he’ll have you on your hands and knees seeing how far he can stretch out your throat with his new cock.”

“I’ll take it and add on at the same time say he’ll probably have your tailhole wrapped around his cock before that happens,” Harrow shot back with a smirk. “If he’s going to be dominant to either of us first it’s going to be you.” The two laughed and then turned their attention to Dieter, who was practically sprawled out between them. Even though they felt they had grown bigger if they were about to do what they looked like they were about to do they didn’t think there was any way that this was going to work as they felt the thong get snapped off of them to expose their tailhole.

As the tip of the stag’s golden cock pushed up against their nose however it was clear where it was going, and as Harrow told them to open wide they found themselves doing it. Somewhere between the time of restraining them and getting into position both stags had lost their own thongs and as the throbbing head pushed up against their cervine muzzle they nuzzled and licked at it again. But Harrow clearly wasn’t going to be satisfied with that and the synth’s eyes snapped open as the tip was pushed past their lips and began to slide further back, causing their jaws to stretch as they began to feel something rub up against their backside. When they tried to pull their hands back they found that the leather straps attached to their cuffs had been tied around Harrow’s ankles, which as the stag leaned forward it pulled Dieter in and caused even more of the thick shaft to slide into their maw.

These deer are so dominant, Dieter thought to themselves as they looked back and found Gale had done something similar the straps around their ankles, were these really what creatures of the hunt were all about? It certainly seemed that way as they felt the tip of Gale’s cock start to push into them, which caused the synth to nearly jump when they felt their ring of muscle get opened rather easily. It was like the stag’s cock was meant to be inside him, that he was actually just some toy like he had mentioned earlier. With Gale stretching open their tailhole and Harrow having several inches already inside their maw it felt like these two extremely assertive creatures could do whatever they want with their body as they heard the words subby pet deer ringing in his mind.

“Ah, I can see that you’re starting to see what being the prey feels like,” Harrow said, prompting Dieter to look up even though it was a bit hard with the deer cock in their mouth. “That’s a good experience to have here too; we may be the servants of Lady Artemis but we are still deer, even if we are legendary ones that can breathe fire, which we’ll teach later. But one important thing to learn is that even if you might be the prey this time you are still a virile, masculine deer of a legendary nature, which means even if you’re being spit-roasted by two muscular assertive stags it doesn’t mean that you can’t still be one too.”

As the hands of the bigger stags ran down his chest and back a spark felt like it had been lit inside of them. Harrow was right, even if they might be a bit submissive that didn’t mean they couldn’t act confidently, and if they were going to be tied up between them then they were going to show them just how much they belonged. While the two were slowly pushing in and out of the synth the creature between them suddenly grabbed the straps attached to Harrow and pulled him closer, the stag letting out a slight yelp as Dieter began to bob their head up and down on the shaft of the other man more aggressively. At the same time he hooked his hooved feet around the bent knees of Gale and did something similar, and as both of them were brought closer the synth found themselves able to take in more of the two creatures.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Gale shouted as he leaned forward, running his fingertips along the sides of the synth and brown fur began to sprout from the metal plating. “Time to start fucking like the horny animals we are.”

“Legendary horny animals,” Harrow corrected, though he suddenly let out a gasp of pure pleasure as Dieter managed to push themselves down to get the head of his cock to pop into their throat. “Oh damn, let’s do this, I’m not about to get outdone by some newbie Ceryneian Hind.”

He called him a Ceryneian Hind, it was the first time since they had started their training that they actually referred to them as one and it caused Dieter’s chest to swell with pride. All the nights where they picked their food and gave them a prey diet, of letting them use their body while remaining the submissive little pet, all the times they teased each other while they were in bondage all felt like a culmination to this point. As their body began to grow to the point where their muzzle was starting to push forward onto the cock of the other man they could feel the fur growing, the muscle stretching, the power swelling up inside of them. Even the antlers on their head began to push out as the creature between the two saw the metal disappearing on their body and thought good, they were no longer Dieter the synth lion…

…HE was Squall the Ceryneian Hind!

The two stags leaned back as they were pushed by the growing male as the seven foot guy between them started to stretch his frame, the leather straps fortunately magical in nature to stretch around the growing muscles as the new stag practically thrashed in their grasp from the sexual stimulation. The weeks of being pent up and lusting after his two partners came out in a big way as he practically toppled them over in order to get their cocks inside of him, but the two Hinds were not ones to be outdone. While Harrow had fallen backwards he quickly leaned forward and pulled Squall down into his lap so that his cock would slide straight down into his throat, causing his hips to push upwards from the incredible sensation of their newest stag clamping down around it. At the same time Gale also recovered and grabbed onto the leather chest harness that was still on him and began to thrust down, a lustful smirk on his face as he still wanted to show who was the dominant one while he found himself able to push his cock in all the way to the hilt.

Squall huffed through his nose from the primal pleasure that he got was causing his entire transforming body to shiver, though there was little he could do with his throat and tailhole impaled so thoroughly as he had essentially rutted himself into being squished by the other two muscular deer. Just having his head buried in those powerful thighs while feeling the ones behind him slap against his own was enough for him, but as he felt the fur of the other stag shift he suddenly found himself able to see again. Harrow continued to keep a hold on the collar and thrust upwards onto his hips, but as Squall felt a pair of lips wrap around his own shaft his body practically melted.

This was it, the ten foot stag thought as he felt the nostrils of Harrow brush against his thickening pectorals and abs that were popping out from his fur, he knew that he would get his first orgasm after waiting for so long. The other Ceryneian Hind was more than willing to please a member of his herd as he took his tongue and drew the throbbing shaft in, which was easy as Squall could feel his cock stretching as though to push itself inside. As it reached an impressive stature similar to the one that was sliding in and out of his own throat he felt Gale ease up a bit so that he could enjoy his first blow job as a deer, letting out muffled pants around the one inside his muzzle as Gale shifted his angle and thrusted downwards to push more of it into Harrow who relentlessly sucked on it until he finally came.

Squall’s head popped off of Harrow’s cock to let out a noise unlike anything he had ever made before as he came, feeling him pump his first load into the other hind while he was caught in the face by a jet from the other deer. Gale wasn’t too far behind as the tailhole clamped around his throbbing shaft, the sounds of the three rutting Ceryeian Hind’s echoing through the forest until they finally collapsed on top of one another. “This doesn’t count towards the bet by the way,” Harrow said once the cock inside of his muzzle flopped out of it after they had recovered.

“I still think I’m going to win,” Gale said with a chuckle as he saw that Harrow’s mouth was dripping and his stomach was distended. “Damn, was I that pent up when I first went off?”

“Considering how long it took you, yeah,” Harrow joked as he patted Squall on the back, watching the Hind use his thick arms to push himself up as he rubbed the fluid off of his face. “Whoops, looks like I got you there, after firing dry for so long you forget that it can be a little messy.”

“Nothing a quick dip in the lake can’t fix,” Squall replied with a grin, admiring his new voice while also looking down at his new body. For the first time since he had arrived on this plane he could look at the other two eye to eye while he flexed his new muscles and told the other two his new name. “Maybe we can go for a swim?”

“Try again Squall,” Harrow said as both he and Gale crossed their arms over their chests.

“Right, let’s go swim in the lake,” Squall said as he pumped his meaty fist in the air. “And after that I’m going to eat a whole steak and then we’re going into bed where I can be between you two and finally fit you inside of me, you don’t know how frustrating that was all those times…”

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Eventually Artemis returned to see the new Ceryneian Hind lying in the grass next to the lake completely naked with an entire chicken next to him, pushing a drumstick into his muzzle and pulling out a clean bone before he tossed it into the lake. “It’s always interesting to watch deer eat a bird,” Artemis said, the goddess smiling as he got up and reached over to put on the thong only to trip over it and fall on his face. “Still getting the graceful part down I see, and it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“Of course Lady Artemis,” Squall replied as he tossed the broken leather thong aside before giving her a bow. “Do you wish to go on a run together? I think Harrow and Gale are around here somewhere.”

“Actually I bring news back of your home realm,” Artemis replied. “It appears that aside from being a terrible hunter your descendant of Heracles also happens to be a terrible fighter as well and lost his life while confronting someone else that he believed would get him to godhood. It appears that his quest is at an end, though not in the way I’m sure he wanted.”

“Oh, that’s good to hear,” Squall replied, suddenly feeling a bit anxious. “Does that mean I have to go back?”

“Of course not, my sweet Hind,” Artemis said as she reached into her cloak and pulled something out of it, the stag’s eyes widening as he knelt down and held what felt like the significantly smaller statue in his hands. “Since you can never return back to your home and you left rather hastily I thought that I would pick something up for you before they declared you a missing person, and if you promise not to bludgeon anyone with it then I think that you should have a small piece of your former life.”

As Squall looked at the gryphon statue he found himself nodding, though it was hard to believe it had been so long since he had thought of Dieter and everything else that was there. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed in this realm and part of him didn’t care, especially not when he had Harrow and Gale along with a few others that roamed the woods nearby. The herd and being a servant of the hunt was his life now, and once more he found himself thanking Lady Artemis before he looked up and realized that she was gone. He had to learn how to do that, Squall thought to himself as he brought his trinket into the cabin and placed it on the mantle that had a few others on it, perhaps he could use it to finally sneak up on Gale like he should have last time…