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Chakkir's Rest, Chapter 2

The card game across The Stallion's Envy's lobby wasn't very interesting. Khendar knew most of the rules, and they were simple enough that he could follow along and know who was winning, but even the wagon drivers playing didn't look like they were very invested in the outcome, just passing time while the merchants in the square outside plied their trade.

Khendar was bored, though. He'd already unloaded his cart's goods into Owren's new pavilion outside the inn earlier that morning. He'd washed himself in the bath house next to the inn, then washed his disobedient mule--not in the bathing house--and even given his cart a short scrubbing at Owren's insistence, no matter how ridiculous washing a cart was. The young stag was out of chores, but if he went outside to the bazaar that had sprung up in the town square, Owren was bound to find something even more boring than nothing for Khendar to do. So he sheltered inside, watching that card game go on for what felt like hours.

The deer got to his hooves with a sigh, about to cross the inn's lobby and ask to join in. No matter how dull the card game was, playing it had to be more fun than watching. Maybe the wagon drivers would even agree to a little wager among peers. Khendar didn't have much, but a little gambling could liven up the simplest games.

He'd only taken a couple steps, though, when the inn's door opened and Gehart strode in, somehow resplendent in a simple, lightly embroidered red tunic that had to have been custom tailored to fit so perfectly over his bulk. "Khendar, my boy. There you are."

The other caravanners looked up from their game, though they hardly seemed interested. Khendar barely noticed them, smiling at the other buck's entrance. "Uh, yeah. Here I am." There was still something a little odd about the confident stag, and he couldn't help but remember that trick of the light that had played with his reflection in Gehart's eyes the night before, but that was all part of the reason Khendar was happy to see the other deer. Gehart was interesting.

"You look bored," Gehart observed.

"Maybe a little."

The older stag just watched him for a few moments with a small smile. Then he turned back to the inn's front door and pulled it open, looking back over his shoulder with a calm and simple, "Follow me," before striding back outside.

Well. Khendar wasn't about to turn down that invitation. If the wagon drivers in the lobby's corner watched him with a touch more curiosity than before, he was outside and out of their view before any of them could raise a question, hurrying to catch up to the other stag so he could walk beside Gehart instead of behind. "Where are we headed?" He could feel his tail flutter behind him excitedly. Wherever it was, it had to be better than cooped up and watching others play cards.

"The sun will be setting soon," Gehart told him, still smiling that mysterious smile. "I find that is one of the best times to have a good drink."

"They have drinks back at the inn," Khendar suggested, but the older stag just chuckled.

"And fine drinks they are, but theirs is a...limited selection. Malanne gets all of her drinks from our brewery, and they keep their best casks stored behind their tavern."

"Malanne?" Khendar asked, but then remembered. Malanne was the innkeeper at The Stallion's Envy. Khendar still thought that was a strange name for an inn, but it made him think of Owren with a snicker every time he heard it. And speaking of the big horse... "Hey, where's Owren?" The stallion wasn't in his open pavilion. His goods were all stored away in their locked chests, as if he was done selling for the evening, and Owren wasn't anywhere to be seen. It wasn't like him to close shop so early.

"Oh, I believe I heard Selindra tell one of her friends she hoped to ask Master Owren to dinner this evening," Gehart explained.

"Who's Selindra?" Khendar knew he didn't recognize that name.

Gehart just gave him a conspiratorial smile. "A mouse," he told the younger buck, and that was all Khendar needed to start grinning. No doubt the same mouse Owren had been ogling all throughout last night's dinner. The lucky bastard.

Though Khendar was finding himself no less lucky. It didn't take long at all to reach the brewery; the two-story building stood at the opposite side of Chakkir's Rest's town square as the inn.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself last night," Gehart said, holding one of the tavern's double doors open for the other deer. "I myself had so much fun, I decided to arrange a little surprise for you."

"A surprise?" Khendar repeated. In other circumstances, he might have been a little wary about a surprise from a near stranger, but Gehart was smiling kindly at him, taking anything ominous out of his words even if he did have a mischievous cast to his eyes, and after last night's dinner, could he really call the older stag a stranger?

"I hope you'll like it." Gehart returned a polite nod from the goat tending the tavern's bar, weaving his way between crowded tables toward a door at the back of the broad, open room. Khendar followed excitedly, his mind racing to try to predict just what the other deer had planned. If last night was anything to go by, it was bound to be more interesting than anything else that had happened that day.

Gehart led the way through the door at the back of the tavern and down a short hallway, then opened another door that led into a private meeting room. Khendar hadn't been wrong. What was inside was certainly interesting. But whatever he'd been expecting, the sight that greeted him wasn't it.

At the far side of the small room, an enormous keg sat on one end of a long, sturdy table. If it had been the only thing on the table, it would have flipped the table end over end with its weight. But also on the table, lying naked on his back with his arms grasping around the sides of the keg past his head, was a familiar, musclebound bull.

"Bunt and I have come to an understanding," Gehart told the younger deer, gesturing toward the nude bull. Bunt's legs hung over the closer end of the table, and Khendar was spending so much time staring at the bovine's heavy scrotum, he barely noticed the bull chugging at the keg's spigot. Bunt's face was turned away from them, nearly upside down with his horns scraping the wooden table. "You caught both of our attention last night, but Bunt has always had the bad habit of mistaking attractive young men and women for pieces of meat. It took a little convincing, but I think he sees things more clearly now. Don't you, Bunt?" The broad deer patted the bull's knee, and Bunt made a deep noise between gulps that might have been agreement.

"Why is he...?" Khendar began, but his voice faded off when a slow squirm from the bull made Bunt's genitals wobble at the edge of the table.

"Oh, Bunt has always been overly fond of the brewery's cider," Gehart said reassuringly, patting the bull's thick leg again. "Trust me, if we let him, he'll drain that entire barrel dry."

Khendar doubted that. The barrel was even bigger around than Gehart was!

Gehart's free hand moved to Khendar's shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze. "In any event, I agreed to set up a proper meeting for you two, and that if you were inclined to spend some intimate time with him, I wouldn't stand in the way, provided no veiled threats, insinuated lies or other coercions were involved." The older stag leaned close to Khendar, lowering his voice, though not quite enough that the bull wouldn't be able to hear. "And between you and me, keeping him drinking is the only way to make sure you're able to make your own choice in the matter."

Khendar expected more of a reaction from the bull, but Bunt just kept on gulping around the barrel's nozzle like a calf at his mother's teat. "You mean..." he said slowly, forcing himself to look away from the naked male lying in front of him to meet Gehart's gaze.

The other deer just smiled at him, gesturing between the bull's legs. "Go ahead. I can tell you're curious, and I know Bunt will appreciate it."

"You don't mind?" Khendar wasn't sure if Gehart was the possessive sort. The night before, he'd thought the two older males might have been close to coming to blows over him, the way they'd been staring at each other, but now...

Gehart shook his head. "I don't mind in the slightest. We may have a rivalry between us, but we're old friends, Bunt and I. In fact, I would encourage it. If you want to, you may do with him whatever you like. It would help bury the hatchet between us once and for all."

The younger buck licked his lips uncertainly, turning back toward the prostrate bull. The smell of Bunt's light lather was heavy in the small room, and with all that masculinity on display, Khendar thought he would have been growing aroused even if he didn't have a clear view between the bull's thighs. As it was... "Well, if you're sure," he said, moving toward the table.

He was standing right between Bunt's spread legs, his eyes roaming down over the slabs of muscle to the bovine sheath right in front of him, and the bull's full scrotum even closer. Taking a deep breath of that masculine scent, Khendar reached out and tentatively placed his hand on Bunt's left nut, feeling its warmth against his palm. The bull raised no protest, so Khendar's other hand moved in, as well, both paws exploring over the larger male's balls, hefting them up toward Bunt's sheath, stretching the tawny hide between his fingers. Bunt's leg shifted beside the buck, bending down to try to find purchase against the table's leg with his hoof, and the bull's hips lifted off the table for a moment, grinding his package upward.

Khendar took that as a good sign. He glanced back toward Gehart and received an encouraging nod from the other stag. So, after licking his lips excitedly, Khendar dove forward between Bunt's legs and buried his snout against the bull's inner thigh, the muscular male's testicles smearing right against the side of the deer's face. His muzzle was surrounded by coarse, sweaty fur as he drew in a long breath through his nose.

Letting go of Bunt's ballsack so it could drape against his face freely, the buck caressed his hands upward over the swell of the bull's muscelgut, thick, firm abs flexing at his touch. That solid belly curved in a subtle dome that Khendar wouldn't have expected from meeting the bull the night before, but it didn't detract at all from the other male's powerful build. Khendar hoped he would have time to explore every ridge and crease of those solid muscles, but for now, there was one part of Bunt's anatomy that drew all of his attention.

He dragged his nose up around the swell of the bull's sack, finding the domed tip of Bunt's member already peeking from his sheath. With a shiver, Khendar gave that crown a slow lick, right beside its cumslit, and he shuddered again at the rich, musky flavor. His hands traveled back down, thumbs and forefingers surrounding the bull's sheath, and he glanced toward Bunt's face while planting a demure kiss on the center of the bull's glans. Bunt didn't turn away from the barrel he was nursing on, but he did lift his hips in another upward grind, so Khendar smiled and opened his mouth, parting his lips around the bull's tip and curling his tongue underneath it as it swelled and throbbed up into his muzzle.

A gentle hand pressed against the small of Khendar's back, rubbing slow circles through his shirt and tunic. Gehart had moved up beside him for a closer view, and the younger deer felt an extra spark of excitement from knowing he had an audience. He closed his eyes, ears filled with the sounds of Bunt gulping away, mouth filled with the bull's flavor. Khendar had to keep his jaws open wide to make sure his teeth didn't graze across the bull's sensitive flesh, and that flesh was only swelling thicker with every throb, pushing out from Bunt's sheath far enough that the deer could wrap his hand around the base of the shaft under his nose. As it continued growing longer and firmer, Khendar began pumping slowly up and down between his mouth and the bull's sheath, slurping wetly around as much as he could fit inside his maw.

Bunt gave a fitful thrust upward that drew an uncomfortable gag from the deer when the bull's tip squished against the entrance to Khendar's throat. Then the bull's hoof lost its purchase on the table leg, and the male's heavy rump fell back to the table with an audible thud. Khendar returned his other hand to Bunt's sack, caressing over every curve of those generous bovine balls while he recovered and started bobbing his muzzle again.

Hardly content to watch, Gehart was lowering the circles of his rubbing hand the entire time, until his palm brushed over the younger deer's tail, then lowered beside it, fingers pressing lightly into the fullness of Khendar's rump through his trousers. The heavyset stag started humming to himself, standing right behind Khendar and watching the other buck's ministrations attentively while fondling that plush backside. Khendar's ears flicked back, heating with a blush, but he didn't pull his face back to complain. Far from it. Gehart's hand kneading his ass actually felt really nice, and he found his short, spade-shaped tail swish up of its own accord.

After a firm squeeze, Gehart's hand drifted back up toward Khendar's waist, but only to slip his fingers underneath the other buck's belt, and Khendar paused when he felt Gehart's hand move down against the bare fur of his rump. "Don't stop," Gehart murmured, leaning in right next to the other buck's ear. "You're doing wonderfully."

It wasn't exactly easy to concentrate, not when Gehart's fingers were squeezing deeper into the crease underneath his tail, but Khendar did his best, closing his eyes with a muffled moan around Bunt's tip. He bobbed his muzzle slowly, tilting his face from side to side, gathering as much of the bull's flavor into his muzzle as he could. He went still again when Gehart's fingertip grazed up past his taint and nestled into the smooth heat underneath Khendar's tail, but he made himself concentrate, and a moment later was bobbing his face up and down again.

Khendar's legs were as straight as they could go, sticking his butt in the air while he leaned down to nurse on Bunt's shaft, and his tail couldn't stop quivering. His rear entrance clenched when Gehart first touched it, but when the older deer's thick fingers began kneading small circles into the sensitive flesh around it, Khendar's rump gradually relaxed, his back arching to push himself into Gehart's fingertips before he realized what he was doing. He had a feeling he knew what the other stag had in mind, and Khendar couldn't decide whether he was more nervous or excited.

Sure enough, he soon felt the other deer's bulk moving behind him, thick legs pressing up against the backs of his thighs while Gehart's belly rested against the small of Khendar's back. They were both fully clothed, still, but Gehart was grinding himself slowly against the younger stag's soft butt, and Khendar could feel the familiar fullness of the other buck's aroused bulge against him. Gehart's hand had moved out from underneath Khendar's pants to grip instead at the younger deer's hips, holding him steady.

Khendar was pumping with both hands in front of his muzzle while feeling the older deer moving and rubbing against his rump. He let Bunt's tip squelch uncomfortably into his throat several times, eventually managing to hold his breath and control his gag reflex long enough to swallow a few times around the top half of the bull's erection. Hands stroking faster and faster, Khendar barely noticed when the bull's hooves found the legs of the table once more and began thrusting again up into the deer's muzzle. Gehart had freed his own shaft from his trousers, along with his full, musky balls, and Khendar could feel the other stag's entire package squishing firmly against his bottom, Gehart's member throbbing and growing right beside the younger deer's tail.

Khendar's ears flicked upright as he felt his trousers get pulled down over his thighs. Strong thumbs dug into his backside, spreading his cheeks wide and exposing his pink tailhole to Gehart's view. It had been a while since anything bigger than a finger had been underneath Khendar's tail, and when he felt the girth of the other deer's shaft nestle between his rear cheeks, hotdogging up and down across his sensitive flesh, he knew he was going to be sore for a while after that night. At that moment, though, Khendar was willing to let Gehart do whatever he wanted to him.

He just moaned around Bunt's shaft, forcing it another inch deeper into his throat and staring hungrily at the bull's lower belly. His face was so close to the bovine's crotch, now, Bunt's abdomen was a dome above him, blocking his view of the rest of the bull. He could still hear Bunt gulping away, even while the bull's lap was pressing up and down, dragging his musky shaft in and out of the deer's throat. With a determined swallow, Khendar met one of the bull's thrusts by pushing himself downward hard, hands moving to the larger male's thighs to help pull him down, until his nose buried itself in Bunt's pubic fur.

He heard a deep chuckle from behind him. "Well done. You didn't even need my help." Khendar tried to pull his face back for a breath, but Gehart's meaty palm was suddenly behind his head, planting behind his ears and pushing his nose right back into that musky, coarse pelt. Khendar could do nothing but keep gulping, fighting back his gag reflex while he felt the other stag keep grinding back and forth across his rump and the underside of his tail.

With Gehart pushing firmly down and Bunt grinding his hips determinedly up, Khendar's nose felt like it was getting shoved against a brick wall, even the fine muscles in the bull's groin too firm to offer much padding. Fortunately, the stag behind him soon relented. Oh, he didn't let go of Khendar's head; he just pulled it backward a couple inches, enough to give Bunt room for a flurry of thrusts through the younger stag's throat that brought tears to Khendar's eyes. That upward humping was growing more frenzied, and Khendar's eyes widened when the bull's lap smacked up against his nose and chin one last time, quivering against the deer's muzzle.

He could feel the extra dramatic throb of Bunt's shaft through his throat, followed by thick, sticky warmth gushing down into Khendar's belly as the bull came. With Gehart still keeping his palm behind Khendar's head, the younger deer had no choice but to swallow down every last drop, though if he was being honest with himself, he would have had it no other way. He clutched Bunt's thighs, the edges of his hands tucked into the crease beneath the bull's rock-solid buttocks, every muscle in the burly male's lower body clenching as his orgasm ran its course.

"There," Gehart murmured, leaning over Khendar's back and dragging his own length down the crease between the other buck's rear cheeks. "That's what I wanted to see." Khendar could feel the knuckles of the older stag's free hand against his rump, followed by Gehart's thick cock tip nestling directly under his tail. Khendar's thick tail flagged up, and he gasped through his nose, as much as he could, at least, with Bunt's spasming meat still filling his throat. "Just relax, now," Gehart instructed him, his thumb caressing the edge of Khendar's ear as he began pushing.

Khendar tried to do as he was told, holding his legs steady and pressing his hips back toward that increasing pressure against his warm tailhole, but it was easier said than done, with all the nervous excitement filling him. His sphincter kept clenching reflexively each time it was just about to spread apart. Behind him, Gehart let out a quiet grunt, then an amused chuckle, and let go of Khendar's head to grip the younger deer's thigh in his meaty hand instead. The warmth of his clothed belly rested over Khen's back as he pushed again, this time not letting up, and it didn't matter when the smaller deer's tailhole clenched. Gehart's erection bludgeoned its way inside regardless.

Finally able to pull his head back and let Bunt's member slip free of his gullet, Khendar made a strangled sound, trying to gasp in a deep breath and cry out at the same time. His fingers dug into the pelt at the back of Bunt's thighs, and his eyes squeezed shut as Gehart drove himself several inches into his body. His backside immediately felt full and bruised and overwhelmed and...

"Shh..." Gehart had let go of his member, halfway inside of the other deer and able to stay steady on its own, and instead petted soothingly down Khendar's back. "Easy, now. Relax, remember?" He gave Khendar a moment to get used to his length. It wasn't enough time; before Khen knew it, Gehart was nudging his hips forward and back, sliding half an inch in and out of the younger deer's rump and pushing himself slightly forward with every movement. But the pain did recede, dimming to a dull, bruised discomfort that was gradually joined by an almost pleasant heat.

Khendar moaned, resting the side of his face on top of Bunt's meaty thigh and looking back from the corner of his eye. Or up, rather. Gehart's face was right above his own, the older buck leaning heavily on top of him, and he caressed Khendar's cheek with a palm while settling with what must have been nearly every inch of his shaft buried under the other deer's tail. Then Gehart let out an approving groan and pushed himself slowly the rest of the way to his hilt, and by the time he stopped, Khendar could feel the pressure of the other stag's cock deep inside him, somewhere in his lower belly. "Mmm, there we go," Gehart murmured. His hand traveled slowly up from the side of the other deer's face, over Khendar's ear, until it closed around an antler. "You feel wonderful, Khen. Now..." With a messy sounding squelch, he gradually drew his hips back. "...I want you to enjoy this."

Thick fingers clenched around Khendar's antler, and as the heavyset buck behind him began thrusting underneath his tail, he felt his face being steered forward, until his chin was settled right on top of Bunt's tawny scrotum. Khendar was staring at the bull's thick, barely softened member, breathing in the scent of the bovine's cum, musk, and the deer's own saliva. Gehart didn't let him rest there, though. As the older deer's thrusts grew steadier, his other hand reached up and grabbed the base of Khendar's other antler, taking complete control over the younger buck.

Gehart wanted him to enjoy this? How could Khendar not? The heavy stag somehow knew how to press every one of his buttons; he felt his arousal swinging back and forth underneath his belly, patting up against the sloshing, upside down dome of his belly. His shirt was riding up over that swollen paunch, now that Bunt had added his contribution to what Gehart had given Khendar the night before, and Khen was only bound to be filled even more before long, with the older stag lunging in and out through his stretched rear entrance.

The hands around his antlers guided his face lower, dragging his chin and snout across the bull's round ballsack, pushing his nose between those swollen orbs so that the musky hide stretched directly across his nostrils. His mouth was open, and he realized he was moaning from the burning stretch underneath his tail. Drinking in the scent of the bull against his nose, Khendar moved his paws to Bunt's groin, caressing the muscular inner thighs and framing the other male's sack with his thumbs and forefingers, propping those balls out slightly further to squish up against his muzzle. His tongue darted out, dragging up the crease along the middle of the bull's sack, and he could hear Ghehart chuckling approvingly above him.

Bunt guzzled away, Gehart humped steadily in and out, and Khendar was in heaven. He ached--his belly felt far too full with the other males' cum, to say nothing of the strain filling his backside right then--but it was a pleasant, satisfying ache, the ache of a job well done, and as Gehart continued breeding him, he found himself wishing the other deer would speed up, would get even rougher and more dominant.

Gehart's pace stayed steady, but he did grip tightly around Khendar's antlers once more, using that hold to slowly push the younger stag's face lower, until his nose plopped underneath Bunt's virile sack. Gehart pushed Khen's muzzle forward, dragging it across the underside of that musky pouch until his nose pressed against the front of Bunt's taint. The bull's round testicles wobbled over the bridge of his muzzle, and he had to close his eyes, the plump orbs squishing up right against his forehead.

Heaven.

Khendar had to move his hands, of course, to make way for his muzzle, and he found himself slipping his paws underneath Bunt's solid buttocks, letting the bull's weight pin his forearms down just to let himself feel even more under the other stag's control, arms trapped and at Gehart's mercy, never mind that it was someone else's weight holding them down. With his eyes shut, his other senses shot even more to prominence, and Khendar could feel every ridge and vein in Gehart's erection as it passed back and forth through his stretched sphincter, every throb of the older deer's shaft making his insides quiver and his own member flick forward against his swollen belly. He could hear Gehart grunting on top of him, the soft, heavy weight of the older buck's abdomen pressing down over Khendar's back. He could hear Bunt, too, chugging gulp after gulp from his cider keg, and he could hear the steady thumps of fur on fur as Gehart's thighs patted over and over against Khendar's rump.

Then there was the smell. Khendar wished he could smell the stag mounting him, too, but he was content with the thick musk radiating out from Bunt's scrotum and taint. There was no air available to the young buck save that filled with the bull's masculine scent. He willfully pressed his nose more firmly against the musclebound male's perineum, grinding his face against those bovine nuts to rub their musk even more into his fur. Gods, the other merchants and wagon drivers would be able to smell it on him from a block away. Gasping from a particularly forceful lunge into his backside, he started licking again, dragging his tongue across every inch of musk-laden hide he could reach.

His arms tensed, wanting to reach down and start stroking himself off in time with Gehart's thrusts, but he stopped himself before he could pull them free. Bunt's rump weighed a great deal. It wasn't truly enough to keep Khendar from being able to slip his arms free, but he clung to that illusion. He would attend to his own arousal soon enough, but for now, he didn't want even that to distract him from the feeling of the other buck above him, pummeling his tailhole.

Gehart's movements were growing swifter, more urgent and demanding. He let out a forceful grunt now with each lunge, rocking Khendar's body forward and making the younger deer's face lurch forward, jiggling Bunt's weighty scrotum with his forehead and the bridge of his muzzle. Khendar's shaft strained, feeling those orbs bounce against his face. He was getting closer to his peak, enough that he was beginning to think he'd reach it without so much as touching himself.

Bunt's leg swung out, kicking to the side, then repeated the motion as the bull gave an upward buck of his hips, and Khendar could hear an urgent grunt here and there from the large male between gulps. When Khendar tried to pull his nose out from underneath the bull's scrotum, though, Gehart just patted the back of the younger deer's head and steered him forward again with his antlers. "Easy," the big stag said huskily. There was a noisy slurp from right above Khendar's face. "I'm just...making sure our friend gets the most out of this." And more sounds came from Gehart's lips and tongue as they worked over Bunt's spent shaft.

Khendar moaned, his imagination doing a wonderful job of what that must have looked like, Gehart fellating Bunt right above his head. Before he knew what was happening, his insides were convulsing in a powerful orgasm, balls drawing up and flinging ropes of Khendar's cum forward and back under him, painting narrow, sticky stripes on his belly and the floor underneath the table. He heard Gehart groan, then chuckle approvingly above him, and past that, he thought he could hear Bunt panting, his breaths and grunts growing more frantic. Gehart must have been going to town on the bull's member.

The younger deer was panting quite a bit, himself, slumping as his climax faded. His legs were all wobbly, all of a sudden, and it was all he could do to keep his rump lifted for Gehart to thrust into. Gods, he was so sensitive now, but the older stag was only growing more and more vigorous. Each lunge spanked Gehart's lap against the back of Khen's thighs, rocking him forward and grinding his nose underneath the bull's scrotum. He sprawled there with a dopey smile on his face, a part of him hoping he wasn't drooling while the rest of him didn't care in the least.

There was a different kind of groan above him, almost a creaking noise, but he barely noticed. At least, not until Gehart used his grip on Khendar's antlers to pull the younger deer's face back and up again, dragging his nose across the bull's sack. Khendar's eyelids were nearly shut, but then he saw what Bunt's belly had grown into, and they went wide in shock. He was staring at a taut, wobbling dome almost as big around as Bunt was tall. Khen couldn't see any other part of the bull, not his arms, not his face, just the lower slope of that almost-sphere.

Bunt's hide creaked ominously again, and his leg gave another fitful, urgent kick out to one side. Above the younger buck, Gehart murred sensually, his thrusts slowing, but growing longer, more drawn out. "I think our friend here has finally almost drunk his fill," he said huskily. He let go of one of Khendar's antlers to press his palm against Bunt's abdomen, halfway up the curved slope between his groin and his navel. "Mmm, yes, he's just about there. Would you care to do the honors?"

Khendar blinked. He tried to look up at the other stag, but Gehart still had the base of one of his antlers in a firm grip. "The...honors...?" he asked, his voice thin and strained from the slow rutting still going on underneath his tail.

For a few moments, Gehart didn't answer. He just breathed out loudly, slowly pushing himself into Khendar's body until the younger deer's bottom was flattened back against the other's lap. Then he pulled out, just as slowly, inch by inch until his tip squeezed its way out from under Khendar's tail entirely. Khen shuddered, feeling cool air washing up through his insides in the brief second before Gehart wedged himself inside once more. The older stag drove himself to the hilt, his shaft throbbing, then gave two firm, short thrusts, smacking his lap against Khendar's buttocks and grinding himself there.

The heavyset buck's sack lifted, spasming right against Khendar's taint, and he felt a rush of thick fluids join the pool already sloshing in his belly. Then Gehart grabbed ahold of both of his antlers again and leaned close, rumbling out a deep, lusty, "Here."

His climax hardly hampering him, Gehart angled Khendar's face forward, pressing the younger stag's nose down on top of the base of Bunt's shaft, and Khendar had to stare up from underneath his eyebrows as his head was tilted further to the side, the other deer aiming one of Khen's antlers directly toward Bunt's obscenely inflated abdomen.

"G...Gehart?"

Still cumming powerfully inside of the young buck beneath him, Gehart let out a satisfied sigh. Then he pressed Khendar's antler firmly into Bunt's overstretched hide.

The antler's point made a shallow dimple in the tawny brown fur. There was a moment of tension, then a sudden jolt, and Khendar was blinded as, with a loud, wet sploorsh, apple cider erupted in every direction.

He gasped, screwing his eyes shut as it splashed all over him. He could taste the sweet flavor in his mouth, and hastily closed his lips, but it was too late; he had a muzzle full of cider, and was swallowing it down before he realized what he was doing. The sound of it splashing all around them continued for several seconds, the eruption of cider was so vast, and when it ended, Khendar could hear the last of the vat's juice pouring from its open nozzle onto the other side of the table and cascading off the edges to the sweet puddle underneath.

Bunt was nowhere to be seen, aside from tufts of brown fur floating in the air. Gehart let out a long, low groan, still cumming copiously inside of the other stag. He finally let go of Khendar's antlers, instead petting a palm soothingly down the back of Khen's head and his neck, the older buck giving his hips a few more nudges as his powerful climax ran its course.

Khendar couldn't bring himself to move, his body rigid with shock. What had just happened? Had Bunt...? Had he...? The whitetail's thoughts wouldn't form properly, too stunned to make sense of the brewery's back room around him.

Bunt had exploded. There. He finished the thought, but it still didn't make any sense. The other stag had popped the bull like an overripe grape, and he'd used Khendar's antler to do it. "Gehart...?" Khen murmured unsteadily again, rolling his eyes back toward the older deer.

"Mmm." Gehart cupped the side of his face with a palm, leaning in to smile down at him. "Everything is okay, Khendar. Deep breaths, now. I know that must have been...unexpected."

"Unexpected?" That came out as more of a squeak than Khendar would have liked. "We...you...you just killed..."

"Shh. Don't you worry about Bunt, now." Gehart was still smiling calmly down at him, not at all as if one of his townsmen had just burst in an eruption of apple-flavored fluids. "Khendar, surely by now you've noticed that something about those of us in Chakkir's Rest is...different?" He tilted his head, tapping his temple right next to his eye and locking gazes with the other deer pointedly. Khendar gulped, trying not to notice the brown hairs still drifting in the air between them. He caught his reflection in the older stag's eyes, and just like the night before, he realized as he nodded that his reflection was facing the wrong way within Gehart's pupils, left and right reversed in the image.

"B...but..."

"Have you heard of demi-mortals, Khendar?"

"Demi-mortals?" the young deer repeated, blinking. Of course he had heard stories, some casting the creatures as benevolent half-deities sent to the mortal plane to be its secret caretakers. Other stories--most, really--portrayed demi-mortals as demonspawn, tricksters at best and monsters at worst. Was Gehart saying...?

The older stag patted Khendar's cheek, then stroked soothingly down the other deer's back while slowly, gently easing his way out from between Khen's plush buttocks. "I won't bore you with all the details," Gehart told him, squeezing the rest of the way out with a wet plop. He brushed his softening cock through Khendar's tail fur to clean off the cum glazed over it, and there was a rustle of cloth as he fished something out of his tunic pocket. "What's important is that Bunt is going to be just fine. You needn't give him another thought." Khendar's ears folded back in sore embarrassment as something smooth, thick, and cool pressed up underneath his tenderized entrance, wedging slowly inside until it plopped home, a broad plug keeping all the other males' cum inside him.

Khendar shuddered, but that new intrusion was only a distraction. He stared around the back room, the cider pouring from the huge keg finally beginning to slow to a thinner trickle. "So...he'll just...?" He didn't even know how to finish the question. How could the bull have survived something like that? There was no sign of him, now, as he looked around, just sticky fruit juice dripping from everything in sight.

"Don't worry yourself about it," Gehart repeated. "I'll see to Bunt. The first step will be getting a mop, I suppose, but you can leave that part to me." Chuckling, he took Khendar by the shoulders and stood him up, then turned him so they were facing each other again. Gehart leaned in and kissed the younger buck on the lips, wearing a smile when he pulled back a moment later with an approving hum. "And you..." He looked Khendar up and down, his smile turning amused. "You could use a bath."

Khendar looked over himself, as well, holding his arms out and shaking his head in wonder at the new paunch he was sporting. Or, not a paunch, exactly. As swollen as his midsection looked, it was hardly soft, but rather round and taut, like an overfilled water skin. The deer's shirt and tunic were still bunched on top of his domed belly, and as he plucked at his shirt's lower hem, he realized there was no way he'd be able to get it down over himself again.

Looking up, he found Gehart moving toward one side of the room, where a knee-high wooden box sat in the corner. The older stag had his trousers laced back up, and he crouched to open the small chest, pulling out a well-tailored green tunic with blue and gold embroidery. It looked expensive, and was big enough that Khendar guessed it had to be part of Gehart's own wardrobe. "Here we are," the portly deer said, turning and handing the tunic to the other male. "You're still petite enough to fit into this easily, I should think."

Khendar's ears tilted with an embarrassed grimace. He'd never felt less petite in his life! But he took the tunic, shedding his own clothes and trying it on. By the time he had it laced down over his chest and inflated belly, Gehart was back with a pair of baggy tan trousers. "These ought to be more comfortable, as well."

"Uh...thanks," Khendar said, still too stunned to feel very talkative. He traded his cider-drenched trousers for those dry pants, and found they did fit much better, especially along the waistline. Cradling his belly, the younger deer let out a burp, and blushed when he tasted the mix of Gehart's and Bunt's semen on his breath. "What will you do with..." He nodded toward the rest of his clothes, now a soggy bundle in Gehart's arms.

"Oh, I'll have these cleaned and return them to you tomorrow." The older stag looked around the brewery's back room with an air of satisfaction. "I can take care of getting this place scrubbed down, too. We made quite the mess." He shot Khendar a broad grin, and the other deer found himself returning it, blushing with a blend of disbelief and embarrassment. He was gradually getting used to the extra, sloshing weight in his belly, the warm fluids mixing with his lingering afterglow to leave him in a pleasant haze.

Still, though, he couldn't believe what they had just done. "Are you sure that Bunt will--" he began, but Gehart cut him off with a small frown and a roll of his eyes.

"You're worrying again. I told you, everything is fine." His smile was back in an instant. "You know where the bath house is? Right next to the inn?"

Khendar nodded, licking his lips. They still tasted like cider and bull cum; he found he liked the blend of flavors.

"Go and get yourself cleaned up, then," Gehart told him while stepping back to the table and dragging his finger across the wet wood. He stuck his finger in his mouth, licking the sweet flavor with another satisfied smirk.

"You're sure..." Khendar gave himself a little shake, looking around the back room one more time. "You're sure you don't need any help, uh...cleaning up?"

"Oh, I can manage," the older stag assured him. "Provided, of course, you promise to sneak out so that we can meet again tomorrow?" He lifted an eyebrow suggestively, and the way he licked his lips had nothing of cider in it.

Still shaken, Khendar nodded, managing to smile back at the other deer. "Yeah. Yeah, I think I'd like that." He turned toward the room's door, then, leaving Gehart and making his way out of the brewery on unsteady legs. He was shaken, yes, but the butterflies in his over-stretched stomach weren't just from uneasiness.

Demi-mortals, he thought, his ears standing at attention, steps hastening across the town square toward the bath house. His new girth drew fewer stares than he had expected. Some of the merchants and wagon drivers from his caravan blinked at him as if not sure what they were seeing, but the townsfolk didn't seem to notice anything at all unusual about the buck.

Demi-mortals. Half gods. Those butterflies kept fluttering until he let out a near delirious giggle.

He was in a town filled with legends.