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I felt that too familiar churning in my guts as my anxiety settled in for the long haul. Well, it had ‘settled in’ hours ago as I had been getting ready for my night. The house Daniel had directed me to sat quietly at the end of a cul-de-sac, pretty well identical to the one I had met the rottweiler in a week prior in a similarly empty section of the neighbourhood. Its pitch black windows didn’t fool me in the least; this was the house. I knew what was going on, what would be going on behind that innocent looking door. Of course, me knowing about it and being so boned up over it for the past few days didn’t matter in the least to my anxiety. I felt queasy; my legs wanting to give out under me and force me down onto the sidewalk and just keep watching the house, playing over how many different ways the night could go wrong. How I wouldn’t be able to say stop after everything started... that’s how it always happened. My first boyfriend had taken my virginity after a blowjob because he was just so insistent and I didn’t understand that I could have said ‘no’ without ruining my entire world. Maybe that rough first go is what constantly drew me to the sexual fringes in terms of... well... I’m sure most folks wouldn’t blow a stranger in an unfamiliar house then sign up for a little group action in an even more unfamiliar place. Daniel had been disarming from the get go though. Everything we did in that other house I wanted to do and he was so kind and confident that this queasy feeling never got a chance to develop in the first place. Maybe I had gone through all of that because he gave me the distinct impression that, had I turned him down, he wouldn’t have batted an eyelash. I had had way too much time to think about tonight. But, I knew I had to do it. Part of me was very excited at the prospect, even without many details. I was split down the middle between being overly eager to see it through and being utterly terrified at being a disappointment. Dan had said there would be party snacks, and I wasn’t so unimaginative to not have an idea of what those were. I was in no way opposed to drugs, the simple stuff at least. Weed had done me wonders once before to settle nerves, so I figured if anything like that was going to be present, I’d jump on it in an instant, if only to get myself out of my own head. Shoving my hands into the front pocket of my hoodie, I forced my hooves forward one dainty clop at a time. Comforting myself in the thought that soon enough, I’d be high or at least drunk and able to properly enjoy a night of fun, the anxiety shrank away, replaced by adrenaline as my hooves hit neatly manicured grass. The front door wasn’t my goal, but the patio door on the back side of the house. The instructions had been clear, and I was never one to ignore instruction. In the backyard, I became vaguely aware of a distant thumping, like there was a concert happening far off in the distance that was loud enough to make the ground vibrate slightly up my slender legs. There was the obvious explanation much closer to me though; a sliver of orange light snuck between the partially underground basement window frame and something black that was blocking the rest of the glass from inside. An otherwise perfect cover up job from whoever was within. The slit wasn’t wide enough for me to actually see anything, but there was definitely sound coming from the house’s basement, and my anxiety spiked again. “No different than going to the Mess...” I breathed deep, trying to steady my nerves. “Or meeting everyone that first weekend after Basic started...” Daniel had set this whole thing up. Nothing huge; just a small gathering, and that alone should have been enough to offset every hesitation I felt. I knew what I was getting into here, but the rational part of my brain didn’t hesitate to remind me that I had only met Daniel the once; that he had taken pictures of me after getting into my pants only a short time after we met. He could very well have been capable of so much worse and I was just ignoring it. “Guessing you’re Saul?” The voice made me jump and curse, my heart, already fluttering with overactive nerves, was now hammering in my chest, threatening to burst through my ribs. “Easy!” The voice belonged to a caribou; a towering cousin of my own species, standing shirtless in the threshold of the open patio door. “Sorry kid, didn’t mean to scare ya!” Even in the low light I could see the smile on his muzzle as he took a step back into the house and held out an arm to beckon me inside where the air was noticeably warmer and the distant thudding had more tangibility to it. “It’s- it’s okay...” I lied, holding my chest and letting out a good-natured chuckle. “Think Daniel gave it to me worse when we first met.” “Oh I’m aware he did.” The caribou chuckled deeply as I walked past him, one of his strong hands slipping over my hip as he guided me into the small kitchen of the little cookie-cutter house. “You gave his ol’ ticker a good run for his money too though from what he told me.” It didn’t immediately occur to me how my response had been interpreted, but I found myself blushing furiously and stammering through an unintelligible explanation of what I had actually meant. I was halted mid-blather as the bou grabbed my backside and lifted me onto the kitchen counter, bringing me eye-to-clavicle with the older cervine who still just smiled and chuckled at the verbally fumbling twink he had in his hands. “No need to be so nervous, kid.” He said, his fingers starting to knead my sides in a truly relaxing massage that shut me up instantly had drew a little whimper from my throat. “Cute as it is, my job right now is to make sure you’re all for this. Don’t need you having a heart attack at the tender age of whatever.” “H-heh...” My mind settled as his voice soothed me mentally while his hands soothed me physically. “S-sorry. Just, yeah, nervous is all.” “I’m Dax, short for Baxter,” The cervine rumbled, his massaging hands slipping up under my hoodie to discover there was no other clothing underneath. “Not a spelling mistake, just easier to pronounce the ‘D’ while drinking according to my friends. You wearing anything other than this hoodie and shorts?” Dax sounded surprised, but his voice had an edge of extra giddiness to it as he rubbed my bare torso a bit more possessively. “J-just this and a jock...” I said, realizing that Daniel had never given me any actual direction on what to wear. Did I make the right choice? Was he expecting me to wear something else like a thong or boxers? The caribou himself was in nothing but a noticeably snug pair of sweatpants, so maybe I had overdressed? Before my thoughts could spiral any further, one of Dax’s hands snuck under the waistband of my shorts to grab one of the straps of my jock, pulling it up and leaning his head over to give it a visual inspection. “Jocks and cervines go hand-in-hand, Saul,” He said, letting the strap snap back against my hip when he let it go. “Good choice.” I blushed again, moaning as the large hands continued to roam through my fur and grope me under my hoodie. “You’re the Belle of this particular ball,” He said, speaking just loud enough that I had to focus to hear him over the much louder music coming from elsewhere in the house. “Dan can’t make it, not for a while at least, but from what he’s told me...” “...and shown me...” He leaned in and whispered that into my burning, flicking ear. He let the silence drag on for a few moments before straightening up again. “I’ve got some options for you.” He gingerly began lifting my hoodie up over my head, easing the fabric around my small rack of antlers with a deftness only another cervine could manage. “Ways to get those nervous thoughts of yours all settled and quiet, get you really into the mood.” One of his hands slipped down to my straining crotch to give me a firm squeeze. “Not that you don’t already seem like you’re in the mood.” He chuckled. “S-something to shut my brain up?” I asked, groaning at his exploring hands as they undid the front of my shorts to free the stretched cotton pouch of my jock. “I think... way too much...” “And Dan, the suave bastard, cut through it all no problem.” Dax laughed. “The bastard is quite the player, especially with you anxious types.” He stepped away from me, robbing me of the comforting warmth of his hands. “Alright, some ground rules before I whip it out...” He left me on the counter, blushing bright enough I was sure I was lighting up the small kitchen more than the little nightlight next to the fridge. Heavy clops accentuated by the distant thudding of a bass as he moved over to a cupboard to retrieve a large first aid kit. It hit the counter with a heavier thud than I would have expected, but as he unzipped it and flipped it open I saw that first aid supplies were far from the only things inside. I leaned back, turning my head to see what I could see in the low light as Dax shuffled things around on the counter. “Always pays to be prepared.” He said over his shoulder without pause. “And informed.” He turned back to face me, large round pecs and solid biceps above and a not insignificant bulge of fabric centered in the crotch of his sweatpants all highlighted by the nightlight to his left, holding up a small black box. “First off, I’m a medic of fifteen years, half a dozen tours.” He stepped forward, sliding a hand up my bare thigh until the fingers of his free hand could slip under the hem of my shorts. “So, you’re in excellent hands here. You don’t need to worry about a thing.” I nodded, his level voice and squeezing hand almost enough to hold my anxiety at bay as the reality of my situation came into sharper clarity. “Second,” He held up the black box. “You ain’t getting full doses of anything.” He grinned as I tipped my head quizzically. He must have been talking about those ‘party snacks’ Dan had mentioned. “Much as I think you’d make a great little mindless fuck toy,” He squeezed my thigh tightly, almost painfully, growling out those last two words and making me shiver in excitement. “You gotta work your way up to that. Or, down to that I suppose given you’ll be under someone...” “Third,” He set the box down on the counter next to me, lifting up the lid and pulling out a small bag of little brown capsules. He produced one from the bag, holding it up to my lips, and without prompting, I opened up and stuck out my tongue. “Enjoy yourself. Tonight is all about deer boy, and deer boy is all about helping out his new friends, eh?” He handed me a glass of water I hadn’t noticed before, and I swallowed it happily, sealing our plans for the night and feeling strangely comfortable with everything that had just happened even as my stomach continued to roil. “Gonna take a bit for that to kick in,” Dax explained, pulling me off the counter and onto my hooves. He shoved down my shorts, letting them fall to the floor as he took full advantage of my near nudity and his new access to my backside. “So for now, let’s have our own bit of fun, eh?” I looked up at him, like I was looking up at an older brother who was guiding me through some significant right of passage. Wasn’t too far off from the truth, I figured. His lips met mine a moment later, his broad tongue swiping out against my own before forcefully driving into my mouth. My ass was getting squeezed by two large vices, my jaw forced wide to accommodate his slick tongue, and in between, my anxiety screamed as it was beset by sheer excitement and adrenaline. My focus was entirely on wrestling with that tongue, my own slimmer muscle barely able to move for lack of space left between my teeth. My ass cheeks were pulled apart, squeezed together, then pulled apart again, the toned flesh I worked hard to cultivate kneaded and groped to the point it almost started to hurt. All I could do in response was moan, a weak little noise that seemed only to goad Dax on even more. He stepped forward, dragging me more than letting me follow, to pin me against the little half wall that separated the kitchen from the dark empty living room beyond. My back connected with the column connecting the wall to the ceiling, and the sense that I was pinned without a place to flee sent a thrilling jolt up my spine. The caribou’s hefty package pressed into my stomach, a fat bulge that was close to sobering me up with the implications of how intimately I would be getting to know it when one of his fingers breached my tight tail hole. Dax had broken the kiss just before, so there was nothing to stop me from giving full voice to the sudden intrusion; a strangled bleat of shock as a ripple of pain ran through my limbs for just a second. “Guess I don’t hide it as good as Dan does,” The caribou rumbled, sinking his digit in to the second knuckle without slowing. “Never was one to beat around the bush.” I leaned against the larger cervine as he worked my ring, my tail flagged and my cock stiff as a board. “Long as you’ve got somethin’ inside you, you don’t care though,” Dax continued, leaning his head back to sneer down at my tightly shut eyes and grimacing lips. “Bet Dan started you slow, eh? Spit or actual lube or somethin’?” A second digit threatened my aching ring. “Y-yes!” I answered, assuming his comment wasn’t rhetorical. “I... I sucked him off first!” “I fuckin’ know, kid,” Dax laughed darkly. “That old dog wouldn’t shut up about you when he showed me those pics.” I bleated again as the second finger entered me. “Lookin’ forward to findin’ out how much rough you can take before him though,” The caribou’s free hand clapped down on my ass and I jumped in his arms. “Breakin’ in a deer is an obligation. Breakin’ in you is gonna be a fuckin’ pleasure.” He worked me against the wall for long minutes, one hand stretching my tail hole with little regard for my own comfort while his other groped my cotton-wrapped dick. The complete change in the caribou’s demeanour was startling, but it just made my cock strain harder as his comforting smile of a voice turned into a threatening gruffness, like everything before had just been the bare minimum to get me comfortable enough to sell myself out to him. Fuck he was a good salesman though... I felt like I had been riding Daniel’s cock again by the time Dax withdrew his fingers from between my cheeks, the caribou pressing me down by the shoulders until I was kneeling before him with his badly tented sweatpants bobbing right before my eyes. The lack of underwear beneath was made very apparent by the visible streaks of what I could only assume was precum turning the light grey under his package dark. “Get it out, kid.” The cervine commanded. I didn’t hesitate to pull the waistband downwards, freeing a thick cock drooling precum from a lewdly hanging foreskin. I marvelled at the sight, engrossed so completely by the glisten at his tip and the jumbo eggs of his testicles hanging just behind that I bleated again as Dax’s hand gave a firm swat to the side of my head. “Ain’t there for gawkin’ at,” He said, thrusting his hips forward to press his beefy shaft against my muzzle. “You can look with that pretty tongue of yours.” It was becoming more and more apparent that Dax and Daniel were two partners of very different schools of Top. I got the impression that Dan would carefully plan out a meeting, give me plenty of warning and show me plenty of patience before leaving me a panting wreck, while Dax was his opposite. As I slipped my tongue into the folds of his dripping foreskin, I thought of what would happen if Dax and I ever ran into each other outside of this first meeting. There was no doubt that, if he felt like it, he’d just shove me into some alcove or hidden space just out of sight and keep me there until his balls were empty. Hard to tell which one turned me on more. Inches of cock stretched my jaw wide, my nose swiftly getting submerged into the heavy aroma of his crotch as I neared the thicker fur around the base of his length. While not tickling my gag reflex like Dan’s had, the caribou was certainly making my jaw ache as I finally seated him in my throat. I bobbed my head slightly, unable to shift my tongue much given the girth of his dick, but earning a pleasured grunt all the same. “That’s right...” Dax widened his stance, pushing his hips forward to pin my head against the wall behind me and bury every available inch inside my straining throat. “Right where you fucking should be.” He stood there looking down at me, catching the glint of light in my eyes as they watered and in the tears that eventually started to run freely. The cervine seemed more happy with that than he was concerned with getting a proper blowjob, but I supposed he was acutely aware of how much time the two of us would have together tonight. His large ears flicked each time I gulped down breath through my nose and choked when it conflicted with the fat dick in my throat, and he flashed a grin when I couldn’t stifle a slight gurgling cough that let his length sink just that slight bit deeper. At least in this aspect the caribou seemed patient, but I didn’t doubt for a second that he would be more than happy to start thrusting without warning. “Ah, to have you all to myself...” He said, running his fingers through my hair before grabbing a handful and starting to pull his hips away. “Next time though. Won’t need to share you. Keep your yelping and whimpering all for me while I fuck that pretty throat of yours anytime I want...” I coughed as his length finally popped free, the tears running from my eyes joining strands of spittle in a swift journey to splatter on the tile floor below. Something felt off now though. I didn’t hesitate or wait to get my breathing back under control as I pressed my muzzle forward into his crotch. I lapped at his stiff cock, stuffed my nose into the wrinkles of his dangling sack. He smelled different, more overpowering, heavier. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to choke myself on that cock again, but he got control of me before I could realign his length with my tongue. “I’d say you’re about ready for the night.” Dax chuckled, hooking his hands under my armpits and lifting me to my hooves with no effort at all. I almost immediately fell against him, my legs apparently having forgotten how to hold my slight weight upright. A charged tingling was racing up my legs and out to the tips of my fingers, and I could swear I felt it in my antlers too. It was new. Energizing. The anxiety I had felt before was being subverted and swapped over into an overabundance of energy and eagerness. “Oh yeah,” The caribou murmured into my ear as he pulled me away from the half wall and started guiding me out of the kitchen towards the hallway where the door to the basement was. “Definitely ready for it.”