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Actaeon's Task: Part I

Actaeon had no recollection of the past few days.

The last thing that he remembered was that he was hunting. That in and of itself was of no surprise. Actaeon was the greatest hunter since Orion, and though he was proud, had the sense not to boast about his skills, least Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, overhear him. That did not turn out so well for Orion. But as far as hunting goes, it had been a beautiful day: golden sunlight streaming down from the sky, warming the rolling hills and filtering through the foliage of the forest, a light breeze caressing him as he rode proudly from his hunting lodge to the well-worn paths that ran through the forest glades. He rode on his bay horse, surrounded by the clamor of his fifty hounds, all bred and trained by him, barking and yipping as they went. They were playful now, but as soon as the hunt as afoot, they moved as a relentless unit, intent on the kill, for that is how they had been trained.

He remembered that he had been hunting for hours. He had already managed to bring in a fine score, but there was one creature that had eluded him and he was determined to bring it down. Looking back he had no memory of what the creature was or why he was so intent on capturing it; it was all irrelevant now. The nature of his hunt immediately became trivial the moment he heard the sound of women laughing.

He knew he shouldn't have done it; he knew he should have never followed the sounds, or that upon his discovery, he should have left immediately, or at the very least avert his gaze, but he didn't. He couldn't. The scene before him was far too memorizing to tear his eyes away. On the banks of a brook where he often went to rest when he grew weary of his hunting, was a group of incredibly beautiful, naked women. He stared. Each woman stood in her full glory, skin glistening with beads of water, as they laughed and frolicked in the cool waters of the stream. Each women was stunningly beautiful, their cheeks rosy, their skin smooth, their hair luscious; but as Actaeon's gaze swept the scene in amazement, he found his eyes drawn to one woman in particular. Deep in Actaeon's mind, a memory had stirred at the sight of the breathtakingly beautiful vision, but he paid it no heed, far too intent on watching the sway of her hips as she moved in the shallow pools. She stood tall and proud in the middle of a shallow pool, her nakedness obvious and unhindered by cloth or water and poured an urn of the stream's crystalline water over her perfectly shaped figure. While the other women were beautiful, this one was more so. She was exquisite in every way, with eyes keen as Athena's, luminous skin that shone as if bathed in moonlight, silken hair that streamed down her back in flawless waves, and beasts as supple as Aphrodite's herself. In a daze he watched them happily, a growing lust tingling in his loins - until she turned. For a moment their eyes met and anger flashed dangerously in her eyes at the same time Actaeon realized who she was and why she seemed familiar.

It was Artemis. Goddess of the hunt and the moon. And of chastity. And she caught him peeping in on her and her followers bathing. The last thought that Actaeon remembered having was that he knew there were not enough animal sacrifices in the world to make up for this grievous mistake.

They told him that he had been turned into a stag. He certainly didn't remember any of that. Try as might, he had no recollection of the entire incident. He only remembered his wife gently shaking him awake whispering his name is amazement and that when he opened his eyes he felt incredibly weary and somewhat drunk. His wife had then explained to him what had transpired. She told him that Artemis was displeased with him (thankfully, Actaeon noted, his wife didn't seem to know the reason why) and so had transformed him into a stag and set his own hounds upon him. She told him she knew this because the satyr Pan, bore witness to this and urged her to pray to the gods for help and forgiveness. She had prayed to Hera, the goddess of marriage to save her marriage by turning Actaeon back into his human form and they had thought that the ordeal was now over.

But they were wrong.

It was only a day later when Artemis came for him, a great fury in her eyes, and whisked him away to a clearing in the middle of the forest for his punishment for avoiding her original sentence.

"And yet it was the punishment that I gave to you," said a cold, female voice from behind him. Actaeon looked up weakly at Artemis standing before him, her eyes flashing dangerously. They had been arguing for a long time, Artemis's voice sharp with hatred, Actaeon's voice hoarse from pleading. She looked down at him with obvious disgust. "You dare to have the audacity to go to Hera to plead your case. Your punishment was to be decided by me and me alone. Hera undid my spell once; I assure you she will not undo it again."

"Wait!" Actaeon cried, clasping his hands before him, begging. "Please! Mercy! Have I not always served you well? It was an accident! I have spoken of it to no one! I swear!"

"If I may," a voice said suddenly from beyond the trees in the clearing. They both turned. From the shadows stepped forth a small man with a boyish appearance who would have been quite handsome if it weren't for the lower half of his body being that of a goat: he was a satyr. "In all fairness, it was his wife who went to Hera, not the hunter. It had nothing to do with him."

Artemis paused and slowly lowered her hands. "It was your wife who went to Hera," she said softly, almost in agreement. "But that doesn't change what has been done. My orders were defied and so due punishment must be given to maintain the balance. Actaeon must die."

"Oh, please no, lady," Actaeon pleaded. "Please, you wouldn't kill one of your greatest followers, would you? I sing your praises every day and have always given you my best kill as a sacrifice! Please! Just spare my life, I beg of you!"

Artemis looked at him coldly. "Hera turned you back into a human in order to save your marriage, but she cannot save you now. Farewell, Actaeon. Your hounds shall be set upon you once more. And this time, they will not fail."

"Please! I'll do anything," he whispered, feeling a strange feeling ripple through his body. "Anything."

Artemis looked unmoved, but Pan, bowing low to the huntress, skipped over to her and whispered something in her ear. She looked at him doubtfully for a moment, but he quickly whispered more to her, nodding his head earnestly. The goddess looked surprised, but at Pan's encouraging look, she sighed, then nodded. "Actaeon," she said turning back to him in annoyance. "Perhaps you are not so doomed. You have always served me well and you have praised me with your hunting abilities and so I am willing to make an exception for you. Pan informs me that he and I both may both have a use for you yet. I am leaving your life now in Pan's hands. If you complete all of Pan's tests and continue to serve me well, then I shall spare you. Count yourself lucky, hunting."

"What- what tests?" Actaeon said fearfully, but the goddess was already gone. "What tests?" he demanded, feeling suddenly lightheaded. "What's going to happen to me? What have you done?"

Pan laughed. "Oh, I think you'll enjoy it," he said with a wicked grin, his eyes roving over Actaeon's body hungrily.

"Ohhhh," Actaeon groaned, feeling an odd, bristling feeling all over his whole body, "Oh, what are you doing to me? My clothes- they feel so tight."

"Mmm, yes," Pan grinned, leaning toward Actaeon and stroking his arms tenderly. "That happens quite a bit when we do these things."

Actaeon quivered where he stood. "What- things?" he whispered, shuddering as the bristling feeling grew to an intense level, and his body suddenly seemed to be covered in pine needles or... was it fur?

"Well," Pan murmured, his hands loosening Actaeon's belt as he spoke. "You have to pay for your crimes against Artemis somehow. Spying on her and her nymphs while they bathe was one thing, but seeking Hera for help is a whole other league of bad. Artemis is not pleased with you, so if you ever want to hunt again, you'll go along with this."

"Ahh!" Actaeon cried out suddenly, feeling something painfully pushing out just above his buttocks. "What's happening? Ohhh, it hurts! Please!" he wailed, falling onto his hands and knees. He thrust his ass into the air, trying desperately to stop the pain, and there was a stretching sensation and suddenly the pain vanished. Actaeon sighed in relief, only to look back and find a deer tail flicking back and forth behind him.

"No!" he cried, "No! Please! I don't want to be a stag! Please don't do this!" Actaeon groveled on the floor until he suddenly let out a loud bleat, and quickly froze in shock.

"Not to worry, not to worry," cooed Pan gleefully. "If you do as I say and complete three tasks, then you shall be transformed back into a human; but, until then-"

"NOOOOO!!!" Actaeon bleated in terror, as he felt the fur travel up his neck and begin to sprout on his face, his nose getting wetter. "Pleasseee!!!" He groaned in pain, his head suddenly feeling like it was being split in two. With a gasp, he clutched his skull in his hands. There was a loud cracking sound and something sprouted out of his hair. With a strangled cry, he reeled backward, tripping and rolling over on the ground. He tried to get up, then jerked violently as his back was seized by a sudden terrible convulsion. He felt his spine, bending, spanning. He opened his mouth and was horrified to see an enormous tongue loll over his chin, a tongue that could not possibly belong to him. He was on all fours now. It was the only position that felt comfortable. Looking up he found his feet had already transformed into shiny black cloven hooves. Momentarily looking at his hands he noticed that they too were already starting to undergo a similar change, his thumbs shrinking and traveling further up his arms while the rest of his digits started to stiffen and turn black at the tips. He whimpered as his ears, which had grown long and furry, began to twitch involuntarily at the sounds of the forest around him. Looking down between his legs he gasped as he watched his furry balls start to expand, stretching outwards until they were the size of apples. Looking down he watched a sheath begin to form,

sprouting soft white fur as his darkening cock continued to surge forwards with the transformation. Actaeon let out a low bray as his foreskin swelled, the length of his penis stretching out longer than he could have ever dreamed his shaft to become, making his entire cock brutally dark and thick.

Pan grinned, stroking Actaeon's furry coat. "There's someone I want you to meet," he said. He put his panpipes to his lips and blew a brief tune that was carried away on the wind. Almost immediately a nymph appeared, blushing at the sight of Pan, leading a great stag by the head.

"Ohhhh," Actaeon shivered, a strange feeling running through his new body. He didn't know what the feeling signified and he didn't know why Pan wanted him to meet the mighty buck, but he had a feeling that he would soon find out...

"This," Pan said proudly, gesturing to the magnificent animal, "was the mate of the doe that your dogs killed while they looked for you. I know you probably don't remember, but I assure you, you mated with her and covered her with your scent, leading your hounds straight to her while you were able to escape to safety. This buck's mate died because of your copulation with her. And worse, Artemis has lost not only a doe but also the fawn that she carried because of you. Your first task is to right this imbalance."

Though he was in stag form, Actaeon found himself able to speak in a manner that Pan, the god of the forest, could understand. "How can I do that?" he asked.

Pan ignored the question and instead glanced under the deer and saw to his disappointment the buck's malehood was hidden away in his sheath. "Allow me," he said with a grin, reaching his hand underneath Actaeon, and closing it around Actaeon's scrotum, causing the stag to jump in alarm.

"Ohhh," Actaeon sighed as the satyr rolled his massive balls around in his hand, "What- what are you doing?"?

"Enjoying myself," Pan answered, still grinning mischievously. He tenderly reached his fingers inside Actaeon's furry covering and began to coax the stag's penis out. Actaeon grunted as it began to emerge from its shell at Pan's command. The sheath began to expand, bulging with the length of his growing penis and the pressure in his cock began to pulse and as he watched, his huge penis began to grow even longer. Pan quickly took the great pole in his hand, and with a loving caress, began to pump his hand up and down, up and down, up and down. He worked Actaeon's manhood, sliding his fist expertly up and down the quivering length, spreading the stag's legs wider to give him better access. Pan's caresses soon seemed to become longer and more drawn out. Cringing Actaeon cried out as a huge wave of pleasure rolled over him. The sensation of Pan's hand stroking him caused his cock to continue its growing, not only in length, but also in thickness, so that Pan could barely fit his hand around it. Actaeon bellowed in bestial pleasure as his massive red rod was gripped and massaged by Pan's hands, clear pre-cum streaming from his piss hole. He moaned loudly as Pan began to lick at the shaft of Actaeon's swollen penis.

Suddenly, Pan stopped all his ministrations and stood back, leaving Actaeon trembling with arousal, his monster cock straining without release. He gyrated his hips, enjoying the sensation of his cock slapping up against his belly, until he realized with his deercock had lengthened to the point that if he looked down he could just see the red tip of his rod glistening beneath him. Without a second thought, he took the head of his member in his mouth and frantically began milking himself with his tongue, sucking on his organ rigorously. Ignoring Pan's laughter, Actaeon suckled on himself, moaning with pleasure as he desperately tried to fit more of his length into his mouth. Pleasure radiated down his shaft and his balls began to churn, rolling around in his sack, preparing to pump their load, causing him grunt, his ears flickering madly.

As Actaeon continued to suck off his new deer cock, the buck trotted behind him and lowered his head to take a whiff of his puckered anus. Actaeon's ears perked up as he felt the buck nuzzle him down there. He snorted in surprise, snapping his head up to look at Pan in alarm.

Pan only smiled and gently rubbed the fuzz around the base of Actaeon's antlers, calming him. "Relax," he murmured, "he's just warming you up. After all, you are his new mate."

Alarmed, Actaeon tried to clamp his tail down to cover his large, dark anus that now protruded from his rump; however this wasn't enough to stop the buck's strong tongue from coaxing its way underneath his tail, making Actaeon gasp as the warm tongue caressed his hole. After a few minutes of this action, Actaeon started to relax, despite himself. Slowly, without realizing it, his tail began to rise on its own accord letting the buck probe deeper into him.

Suddenly, the buck rose on his powerful hind legs, and with a snort, launched himself up onto Actaeon. Forelegs embracing the barrel of his body, the buck bleated loudly while shifting his hindquarters into position as he mounted Actaeon. The tapered end of his penis swung repeatedly against Actaeon's rear, seeking the tiny opening as he dry-humped the stag. Actaeon whimpered as he felt the buck start to probe him with his cock, trying to clench his ass as tightly as he could as it neared its target, oozing precum inside Actaeon's cheeks. With his ass now completely lubed up Actaeon couldn't fight anymore as the buck slowly started to penetrate his hole. With a grunt the buck thrust forward, sinking his cock deeply into Actaeon's virgin depths, the stag crying out in pain as his deer cherry was popped by this horny brute. Bleating triumphantly, the buck sunk himself deeper and deeper into Actaeon until he could feel the buck's huge balls slap up against his buttocks.

"Nooooooouuurrrrghh" Actaeon bleated, almost collapsing from shock. "Oh... oh gods, it hurts!! Oh, he's too big!! Ahhhhhh!" He screamed loudly from the pain as he felt the buck fill him, the brute's prick-head forcing its way inside of him, ripping his tender hole apart. Feeling the sensation of the buck sinking all the way in, Actaeon groaned and stomped his hooves in pain as he felt the monstrous organ fill him completely. "Ugh, ooooooh please!! It hurts!!!!" he whimpered as the massive tool stretched him to his limits as he desperately tried to shake the big beast off him.

Actaeon was only vaguely aware of Pan's nymph holding the buck in place, preventing him from moving as Actaeon continued to gasp in pain. "Shh, shh," comforted Pan, gently stroking the stag's flanks with his hands. "Just relax, it will pass. Be a good doe until your buck is finished taking his mate." He paused, allowing Actaeon to grow accustomed to the feeling of the buck's monster stretching his ass out and waited until Actaeon stopped whimpering. "There, there, that's a good doe," he murmured, gently caressing Actaeon as the buck held his massive ramrod firmly inside of the agonized stag. "Your mate's going to plant his seed in you, my little doe. You're going to ride your mate's huge deer cock all night while he mates you."

Actaeon, who was still trembling from the pain, gave a soft whicker. At the sound of Pan's voice, his animal instincts suddenly kicked in and no longer was he aware of his deer-hood, or himself; only his instincts remains. And he was mounted, and he was going to be mated, and he would be a good doe for his horny buck. He bleated eagerly to his mate. Slowly, the buck moved at first to allow the man turned deer to get a feeling for his raging erection, gently bucking back and fourth. The stag's eyes were wide, his as he felt the mighty organ within him move, the initial pain slowly subsiding to reveal a feeling so alien and, as Actaeon quickly realized, shocked, very stimulating. He found himself starting to thrust back onto the buck's cock, clenching his butt muscles to relish every curve and bump along the deer's shaft within him.

The pleasure inside him continued to grow as the buck's thrusts began to pick up speed, becoming more and more savage. Actaeon cried out as he felt the buck ramming his shaft all the way down his tunnel, and he gasped when he felt the buck's hot, velvety sheath sliding against his body when his mate threw himself all the way up to his hilt in him. Actaeon proudly held his buck's entire length as his thrusting motions became longer and fuller, causing Actaeon to bleat loudly in lust and pleasure.

Almost of their own accord the buck's hips doubled their pace, pounding into the stag's rear with breathtaking speed. Within a few moments, the buck thrust himself as deeply as he could and his entire body shuddered visibly. Actaeon's cock responded by growing even harder. The buck's grunts in Actaeon's ear were also becoming more ragged, signaling to him that the deer was about to blow as well. The familiar bunching sensation and heat in his groin continued to grow and grow as the pressure built in the stag's ass. Rolling his tongue out of his mouth Actaeon panted from the exertion, looking up mindlessly at Pan while the buck continued to fuck him mercilessly as he came in Actaeon's ass, flooding it with his seed. The buck bleated happily, sated for the time being, and withdrew abruptly, spilling copious amounts of seed as the buck drew his limp cock from Actaeon's ass.

The stag bowed his head shamefully, as he, too, had come at the pleasure of feeling the buck mate with him and as he looked down, he could see a puddle of cum where he had climaxed and he could feel the cum dripping from his ass, matting his fur.

The buck, however, seemed quite happy, and trotted around to face Actaeon. For a moment they stared at one another, then the great buck reared up and mounted Actaeon's front. Actaeon tried to escape, but the buck was too strong and too fast, and held the stag firmly, facing Actaeon's head at his groin.

Pan, who had been watching the entire time, came up to Actaeon with a wicked smile. "He wants you to clean him."

"What?" Actaeon exclaimed, looking mortified. He opened his mouth to say more, but he stopped suddenly when he felt Pan push a finger into his anus. "Oooooh," he whickered, feeling gently spasms of pleasure suddenly radiate through him at Pan's touch. "That feels - good!" he murmured.

The buck snorted impatiently and pushed forward and Actaeon, reveling in the feeling of Pan's finger, opened his mouth without protest and took the buck's limp member in. Suckling eagerly, Actaeon began to thrust in time to Pan's ministration, bleating around the buck's cock. He sucked on it, then licked up and down its shaft, cleaning all traces of their love fluids from it. The buck nickered in contentment, enjoying the warm mouth of the long, prehensile tongue of the stag as he worked the beast's shaft tenderly. Actaeon soon began to enjoy the feeling of the buck's penis in his mouth, so much that he found he didn't mind when the soft flesh stiffened at the touch of his tongue and began to grow hard once more. Actaeon wasn't sure exactly why he did what he did, but now with the buck's monstrous cock in his mouth, he was sure he wanted more. He could feel it pulse and throb across his tongue, it salty fluid filling his mouth as it inched forward. Actaeon was surprised at how much of his flesh fit into his mouth without the slightest urge to gag, he could feel it in the back of his throat as if he would swallow it whole. He bobbed up and down on the mammoth pole, gliding up and down the smooth shaft lubricated by the buck's pre and his saliva.

"Mmmm," Pan said, easing his finger out of Actaeon's ass, "I think that's enough for now. Your mate's ready for you."

Actaeon, though saddened by the loss of Pan's meaty finger, eagerly turned and presented himself to the buck. He watched through half closed eyes as the buck stepped forward, his cock dragging on the ground beneath him. His eyes widened when she saw his length, but then he just licked his lips. He wanted to feel the buck inside him again. The horny beast sniffed at Actaeon's rear, then, satisfied, immediately mounted him again. The buck whickered as he brought his massive cock to the stag's entrance, and finding it, the buck bleated in triumph and then with a single brutal movement, planted the entire length of his impressive member deep inside the stag's vulnerable anus. Actaeon whimpered in pain as the buck slid smoothly into his depths, shoving his cervine rod inside of the stag without pause. Actaeon moaned in pleasure as the huge rod penetrated him and bucked his hips to match the buck's wild thrusting, his own cock straining as he willed his mate to pleasure him again and again to orgasm throughout the rest of the night.