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Something Borrowed

Chapter 8: The Witness

Sneak Peek

“Tell me again why you’re having me run?” Aksel asked with a snort as he laced his shoes up on the steps of his building. A duo of steamy streams causing a wisp of fog to curl around his muzzle before being taken by the gentle breeze.

“Something to take your mind off your rut,” Stolid replied flatly. “You need structure and discipline if you’re going to be a good leader of thralls.”

“Really?” Aksel chuckled, putting his earbuds in so that he didn’t look like he was crazy while talking to Stolid. “You’re kind of getting ahead of yourself. Don’t these thralls live for me? I don’t have to be the disciplined one.”

“You’re correct,” Stolid answered_. “They live to serve you, not the other way around. Also, do you give me permission to take control sometimes during your runs? That way I can turn off the music or change it for you without you breaking stride.”_

“Sure, whatever,” Aksel rolled his eyes. “Whatever you’re planning, I’m sure it’ll be worth the secrecy.”

“Secrecy? Hidden agendas? I don’t know what you’re implying,” Stolid’s voice held humor in it.

“Sure, so I just start running?” Aksel snorted as he started to jog down the sidewalk. “If you’re going to be keeping me up at this ungodly hour, then I’m expecting some sort of devious plan.”

“Isn’t making sure you stay focused while you have a growing cult of followers plan enough?”

“Now, don’t be trying to distract me with a boner now,” Aksel chuckled, his breath whispering around the corners of his muzzle.

“This is why you need something else to occupy your mind,” Stolid was playfully annoyed. “You’re catching wise. Maybe I’m rubbing off on you.”

“A few weeks ago I may have had some objections to a sex cult, but I can’t argue with the results.” Aksel put both his arms up and flexed them, the windbreaker’s sleeves stretched to their limit before he got back into his rhythm. “I’m a total beast and it kind of feels right to have loyal followers and what not to provide me food and money.”

“And the constant cock sucking isn’t bad either, is it?” Stolid added.

“That sure as fuck helps your case,” Aksel paused at a light, jogging in place. “When you brought Ron in from the costume store, I have to admit, I was a little pissed, but honestly, he seems so much happier. It’s like, I can feel his happiness.”

_ “That’s the joy of being a devotee of a cult. As long as you’re doing things in service to your master, then you’re always happy.”_ Stolid confirmed.

“Yeah, it’s strange,” Aksel started jogging again as the light turned. “It’s like, if I focus hard enough, I can feel them, all of them. Ron, Ryan, and even Ken. Their like little heartbeats in the back of my mind. I can feel when they’re thinking of me and when they do something for me.”

“Like having a consistent buzz, isn’t it?” Stolid’s essence smirked. “Take a left here.”

“Yeah,” Aksel continued his jog, his heart rate elevated, but his entire body thrumming. “It’s like that smoking buzz you get, but it gives me the opposite of black lung.” Aksel emphasized his point by snorting and kicking it up a notch. His hooves galloped across the sidewalk. “So, are you, like, addictive or whatever?”

“Depends on who you ask,” Stolid shrugged. “Isn’t it okay to be addicted to something that’s good for you? Like getting exercise or eating healthy.”

“For sure,” Aksel smirked, getting distracted as he passed a building with tall glass windows. The early morning sun shone down the street and turned them into mirrors for the buck as he raced by. He slowed his pace just slightly to linger on his reflection. His antlers had grown, spreading out wider than his ears and breaking off into eight points. His neck was thicker, his jaw more square and beard thick and lush. His blond hair had grown out a bit and he was going to need to find a barber soon, but damn if he didn’t look like some scruffy, Nordic hunk. His sapphire eyes gleamed red for a moment as Stolid took a look too.

“You’re coming along nicely,” Stolid complimented him.

“Fuck yeah,” Aksel snorted and kissed the air. “You think I’m taller than Terry yet?”

“Let’s find out,” Stolid took over their body briefly to have them side step wider than they needed to pass a bike rack and Aksel gave a little elk yelp as his shoulder crashed into another jogger.

“The fuck!” Aksel growled at Stolid before turning around to see the jogger who screamed when he hit the ground. “Shit, dude, you okay—”

“Shit, fuck,” Terry’s hood had fallen back, the Great Dane’s face exposed as he gripped his shoulder. “Watch where you’re goin—Stix?”

Oh shit! Aksel froze. He was the metaphorical deer in the headlights.

“What are you…you jog?” Terry went to help himself up and the buck instinctively offered his hand. Their fingers brushed against one another’s and Aksel felt an aching sense of need and revulsion. He wanted to snarl and pin him to the wall and rut him like an unruly bitch, he wanted to demand why he did what he did, but he couldn’t.

“You asshole,” Aksel growled at Stolid.

“Want me to take over, or do you got this?”

_ “Take over now!”_

“Sorry Sweetheart,” Stolid hoisted the Dane up a little harder than necessary, the dog falling forward and gripping the stag’s broad shoulders. Stolid braced himself with a back leg for this, making sure the dog hit nothing but solid, stalwart, buck muscle. The Dane blinked, his hands caressing Stolid’s shoulders. “You alright?”

“I,” Terry paused, his hands slipping from the buck as he steadied himself. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

At first Terry was at eye level with the buck, but as he straightened up, his muzzle tilted down just a hair.

“Still taller than us? Damn,” Aksel mentally stomped his hoof.

“Just by a hair.” Stolid reasoned. “But maybe not for long.”

“You sure you’re okay?” Stolid spoke. “That was a nasty tumble and that was totally my fault.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Terry was short. “I just want to get through my run.”

“Anything I can do?”

“Stop being so considerate,” Terry was frustrated. “You’re Ken’s man. You’ve made that very clear?”

“Wait, what?” Stolid narrowed his eyes, but in reality he was smiling inwardly. “Has he been saying that?”

“Yeah,” Terry paused as though he were confused. “I thought you, like, fucked him in the library all the time now.”

“Wow,” Stolid feigned surprise. “He told you that? I mean it was one time, but…dude, it’s casual. We aren’t anything but fuck buddies or whatever it’s called nowadays.”

“Ken sure as hell thinks otherwise,” Terry was blushing, crossing his arms and folding his ears back. “You’re all he talks about.”

“I mean, I’m an interesting guy,” Stolid joked. “Though I don’t know where he gets this whole idea that we’re exclusive.”

“What, you fucking other people?” Terry cocked a brow.

“Nah,” Stolid waived off Terry’s comment. “But, I’ve been sending some vibes to a few.”

“So you’re on dating apps?”

“Oh, no,” Stolid leaned in, putting a hand on the glass behind Terry and leaning into him close. “I’m far more direct and personal.” Stolid snorted, his hot breath brushing against Terry’s neck. The Dane’s face burned bright red.

“Wh-What do you mean?”

“He’s not that bright, dude,” Aksel groaned. “You got to be more forward.”

“Just let me handle this.” Stolid dismissed Aksel before continuing to speak to Terry. “How’s about we race for the answer? First one to the statue in Glenmore Park? You win, I tell you exactly what I mean. I win, and I get to ask you something myself?”

“I, sure,” Terry furrowed his brow.

“So it’s a deal?” Stolid held out his hand with his ring on it, the ruby glinting in the morning light, or maybe something more.

“Y-Yeah, sure,” Terry held out his hand and shook on it with a sly smirk.

“That’s a good boy,” Stolid smirked, his hand that was on the wall beside him slid down before gracing the Dane’s shoulder and creeping towards his neck. “You ready?”

“Y-Yes,” Terry’s eyes went wide as another blush kissed his cheeks.

“Then, GO!” Stolid gripped the Dane’s hood and pulled it back over his head and eyes. The Dane gave a little yip of surprise as Stolid turned and ran.

“Stix!” Terry shouted as the buck got to the corner.

“Hurry up Sweetheart!” Stolid shouted, waiving one hand without looking back. He turned the corner and slowed down, turning around to make sure the Dane was following.

“You think he’s going to chase after you after that?”

As though on cue the Dane came charging around the corner.

“You were saying?” Stolid chuckled and spun on his heels and started his way to the park at the end of the street.

“Fucking showoff,” Aksel grumbled in the corners of his mind.

Terry looked pissed and Stolid was chuckling like an absolute dork. Aksel couldn’t tell if it was genuine or not, but he caught them in a rom-com classic of the loveable goofball and the cute love ball turned raging bull.

Stolid was toying with Terry, keeping him just out of reach so he couldn’t pull anything or force himself into first. The entire time Stolid was trying to hold back his laughter, and failing to do so, though Aksel could never tell if it was genuine or not.

The two broke into the park, but that wasn’t the finish line. The park was huge, and plenty of rolling hills and wooded areas, but only one had a statue. Stolid could tell Terry was starting to peter out, having to run full bore to break their original distance.

“You running out of steam, Sweetheart!?”

“Not even close,” Terry barked out between breaths. The two were getting closer and closer to the statue and Stolid was about to hit it when he felt something grip the elastic of his sweatpants. Stolid still managed to grip the statue, but not without their sweats pulling down to expose his thick, muscled ass.

“Getting a little handsy there?” Stolid chuckled, gripping the other end of the elastic with one hand. He turned to see that Terry had tripped on the platform and broke his fall by gripping onto their pants. The Great Dane looked mortified and let go of the sweatpants, the elastic slapping up on those cheeks and making them ripple. The stag was breathing heavy, but not as much as Terry was. He leaned against the statue and smirked.

“So, you gunna honor our deal and answer my question?”

“F-Fuck…you,” Terry heaved as he got up on his knees, gulping air as sweat dripped from his brow.

“Ah nah, we shook on it,” Stolid smirked.

“Yeah, but you cheated.”

“I never said you couldn’t cheat,” Stolid smirked.

“Well, fuck you anyway—” Terry had turned to look at the buck, and didn’t expect to see the stag’s massive cock flopping between his legs. Stolid was giving the dog full frontal, his sweats having slipped onto the ground, that thick dick was half hard and dripping over the veins on those thick and powerful thighs. Steam rolled off those nuts, the distinct smell of man filling the little clearing.

“So, for my question,” Stolid smirked, flexing his cock, the thick pipe twitching out further. “And I want an honest answer.” Stolid gripped his fist, the one with the ring, a gentle glow forming around the dog’s irises. “How much have you enjoyed my fuck stink on your sheets?”

“I…” Terry looked like he was going to be repulsed, but the deal was struck and his eyes flashed red. He was choking on his lie, his denial of the situation. “I…I haven’t washed them…since the party…because you smell so good.”

Terry blinked, his face burning deep red, though the control vanished, the deal only good for one question. Stolid grinned as he spread his legs, the sweats abandoned around one of his ankles.

“Yeah? You’re a kinky little guy,” Stolid smirked. “You want a taste of what Ken was getting? I bet that buck rut is stale on your sheets. You want a fresh coat?” Stolid gripped the base of his cock, the sheath swelling as more of that cock reeled out into the open air.

“I…” Terry was free to choose, to stay or go, but the display was so manly, and he…he wanted this. He had been dreaming about it ever since their damn party. Every time he went to bed at night he replayed the scene of that dominant man fucking the helpless little bitch into his mattress, right up until he slammed the door in his face. Terry knew that Stix wasn’t just fucking in that moment, he was fucking his bitch and he wouldn’t be disturbed, he only wished he could be that little and cute underneath the big stag. He wanted this, he wanted this for a long time, and now his fantasy was standing there with his dick steaming in the cool morning air. He moved to get up, but Stolid wasn’t having it.

“Nah, crawl,” Stolid smirked. “Like a bitch. If you want to stay and get a taste of the shit you’ve been snorting, crawl like a good boi.”

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