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The cities of the East burnt too brightly. The ruling elite sought to cover their brilliance with burdensome laws and control its infectious passion with traditions from across the sea. But, no place survives long without allowing some escape for its discontents. And, thus, the West became a release valve. Those too crazy, too ambitious, and too unruly to be managed by cold machinery and cold paws moved into the deserts and plains, further and further from the torments of civilized life.

The joke, thought James Higgs, was on them. They brought the seeds of the city with them. Small towns grew, lonely farmhouses gained neighbors, and the problems everyone sought to escape came up again. Gangs, for example, chased the settlers West, leaving behind dark alleys for the open expanse of sunlit grasslands. Fortunately for the foolish would-be conquerors of the frontier, catching criminals was just as profitable as banditry.

"How are you doing, Khen?" James looked behind him at the young stag.

The old dog knew a little of his newest companion. Fresh from the East, barely educated in the factories and some poor church's pews, the deer struck James as a bit of a fool. But, he had good aim, and a good eye for detail. Before, the canine and his coyote companion would spend a few weeks hunting for their prey. Now, thanks to the boy's magical knack for tracking down fugitives, James and Keene rarely had to worry about going hungry. It also helped that the fluffy dog knew exactly what it was Khendar was running from back East. Out here, few people would judge a handsome bachelor for kissing another, so long as the work that needed doing was done and everything was kept quiet for the preachers and the mayors.

"Just fine!" the deer waved, grinning, accidentally tugging on their captive's rope.

The bound, older deer, far larger and more muscular than the boy leading him, stumbled and cursed, almost falling. James shook his head at the strange sight, and nodded to Keene. The coyote helped the bandit up to his feet.

"Adam's Ale?" Keene growled, the slang word for 'water' sounding strangely vicious in his accent.

"No, thank you." the polite reply gave James pause every time he heard it, and given how little their prisoner needed or wanted, the dog heard it plenty.

Intelligent prey was rarely so easily caught. And, the way he looked at the shaggy mutt, coyote, and his fellow deer was far too benevolent. It was disturbing how big the bulge in his pants was, and how often he seemed to be trying to flirt with his captors. As if Gehart Brown was more than a murderer and a failed bounty hunter. As if he could escape any time he wanted to. The details of the deer's crimes were too few, and the reward was extravagant enough that James knew there was something he had to look out for.

But, they were far away from Brown's gang, and the town's lights competed with the setting Sun. Soon, they would be safe, and a few thousand dollars richer. Minus, James sighed, their rides. The stupid lizard-birds ran off on them when Khen tied them up wrong at their last camp. Keene waved his knife about and promised terrible things to the boy, but nothing came of it. Both of them knew the latest bounty would make them rich.

The town, judging by the sign, was no stranger to bounty hunters. It promised rest and fun, and though the name was worn into illegibility, the bullet casings used to decorate its sides shone like gold.

Finding a place to stay was easy, though the horse at the counter frowned at their captive. Paying double the rate written on the board helped with that, and they stomped their way up to the second floor's rooms.

"You ought to watch Brown first." Keene said as soon as the door shut behind them.

"While you lose your shirt or buy yourself a lady of the line?" James answered readily.

"I don't talk about your drink as if it's a weakness." Keene's eyes narrowed, but his tone did not change. "But at least cards and whores never made me stupid and blind for hours on end."

The dog opened his mouth, thought better of arguing with a fellow bounty hunter, and chose a better path.

"Why don't we let Khendar watch him?" the compromise was solid, and gave both of them time to enjoy themselves in whatever way they chose.

"Because your doe-boy can't tie up the animals for a night." the coyote grumbled, but looked over at the buck, measuring him against Gehart. "And, he's half the size and one third the experience."

"I wouldn't mind being watched by a young, handsome cervine person." piped up the prisoner, leaning back on the bed, his boots already up on the covers. "You two shouldn't worry about me. I have no plans to leave this inn until I've had a nap."

"Someone thinks he's in a Penny Dreadful." James grinned, but pressed on with Keene. "Look, we can argue about it until the night is over, or you can get yourself some tail and I can get myself loaded to the gunwhales. Are we bounty hunters or accountants?"

"I will watch him." Khen spoke up. "I know I messed up with the lizard-birds, but there's no way I'm gonna lose our bounty."

"You heard the kid. He knows this is important. So, what do you say?" Higgs extended a paw, and met the coyote's yellow eyes.

Keene trembled, undecided for a moment, but in the end, his lust won. He shook the mutt's paw, grinning from ear to ear, and led the way downstairs.

"So, how shall we pass the time?" James heard as he shut the door behind him, the urbane bank robber's words sounding far less frightening when muffled by the thick wood.

VVV

"You are going to just sit there and stare at me?" Gehart continued.

Khen did not blink. He knew this one was clever, and he was not about to let him get away.

"You've robbed five banks and stole lizard-birds from at least ten farms." the younger deer replied, one paw on the rope tied to his captive and the other on a pistol in his belt.

"The West does strange things to one's mind. Once, I was a banker myself, back East." the large buck kicked off his worn boots and spread his legs, smirking at the boy's widening eyes.

"Yeah?" Khen shook his head, trying to clear his tired mind.

"My family worked with money from sunrise to sunset. Me, I always dreamed of adventure. If it were the Colonial days, I would've signed up as a pirate, or become a fur trapper up North. But, those are nothing when you look out West. That's where the adventure is." Brown sighed, and scratched around the roots of his great, curved antlers. "There is a lot of freedom here."

"True enough." Khen nodded.

"So, I took my father's billfold and left. Bought my way out West. Worked on a farm for a bit, helped out with the cattle. Those green-scaled monsters they grow big around here. You ever seen one in New Amsterdam? They're half the size, at best." he chuckled. "Growing up rich, I never noticed I was a bit lavender, but seeing those half-naked ranch-paws? It got me all kinds of interested in what was between their legs. I am willing to bet you know what I mean."

Khendar tried to look down, away from the bigger male's crotch, but knowing he was caught and the bandit did not seem to care made it that much harder. He felt a stirring between his own legs, and firmly told himself that he would have some fun as soon as the two experienced bounty hunters returned. Leaving Gehart Brown for even a few minutes of masturbation would be a hundred times worse than letting some animals escape.

"Heh. You're a pretty one. Me, I was always like this. Muscles on top of muscles, bit of a gut. Solid, you could say. That wasn't what the boys wanted, you know. Fortunately, there was a nice young male who was willing to show me the ropes, and how to use them on him. Lithe, butt like a peach, tough but not scarred to high hell and back. He was a fancy boy, and I was too stupid to notice the others bowing and scraping. Turned out he was the rancher's son. That year, I was paid better than anyone that's ever worked the ranch, and all I had to do was take a handsome male to the barn a few times a month. In time, I suppose I could've become more than a ranch-paw."

"But you didn't." Khen said, caught up in the buck's words now.

He assured himself that this was just a good way to pass the time. A tied-up deer, even one as big as Gehart Brown, was no threat.

"No, no I didn't. Sad, really. My friend filled my head with more ambition than I ever allowed myself in New Amsterdam. I went from banker's son to ranch-paw, and now, I set my sights higher. I left the hard work behind me, and turned to bounty-hunting." Gehart turned over on the bed, so he was facing Khen, who was by now sitting in an armchair, the rope slack in his paw. "At first, I was a fool. Forgot to water my scale-saddle once, and rode the poor thing until it dropped dead trying to catch a bear known for killing and raping his way through the West. He taunted me for years afterwards. Took me ages to catch up again, and when I did, it wasn't about the price on his head any more. I took my revenge, and it was sweet."

"You killed him?" Khen blinked.

No poster ever mentioned murder.

"In a manner of speaking. Got some magic from it, too. You wouldn't believe me." the buck said, and closed his eyes, as if that was all there was to it.

Khendar sat in silence for a while, fighting back questions and his own incredulity. He took off his own boots, massaged around his hooves, and tried to think of something other than the quiet, large buck lying right there. But, ultimately, he simply had to know.

"I can't believe you or not if you won't tell me." he said.

"Oh, so you want to know, eh? The bastard tried to bribe me with a rock on a thread, but he didn't know how much I hated him or how little I knew of the world back then. Even a banker's son doesn't learn everything from his tutors, you know." Gehart grinned. "So, the magic. Nothing fancy like they say they got down south, with their snake-gods and blood-sacrifice. But, it's a pretty fun thing. I'm the most potent male in this territory. Maybe, even on the whole continent. All thanks to that bit of magic I got from Urfin before he paid for his evil deeds."

"I figured you stuffed rags in your pants." Khen lied.

"Rags! If I wasn't tied up, I'd show you!" Gehart Brown's eyes flashed, but he still smiled.

More of a smirk, Khen decided. The buck was smug.

"I don't have to untie you to see your junk." the younger deer stood up. "So, how about it? Still want those pants off? Did you really think I'd free you, just like that?"

"I gave your friends I wouldn't leave the inn for a while. I don't care if you get these ropes off. So, go ahead. The proof of my tale is right here." the buck wiggled his hips, and the dusty, stitch-scarred pants bulged deliciously before Khendar's eyes.

Khen hid his excitement well as he carefully bent down over his captive. His paws barely trembled, the blunt hoof-points fumbling with Gehart's belt buckle for only a moment, the shiny buttons popping open practically on their own.

Most would wear thick, long underwear, even in this part of the country. But, the bandit went without, and Khen came face to face with an impossible sight. It was obvious, even with Brown's belly in the way that his cock-root alone was bigger around than any male's Khendar ever handled in bed. As for handling, the young buck doubted he could wrap his paw around the big deer's member.

"Whoah. Your antlers lied." Khendar instinctively reached out to touch Gehart's sharp, tree-like horns. "You're bigger down below than any horse I ever slept with!"

"Love them big? What a surprise." Gehart chuckled, and his dick twitched within its fabric prison. "I think you'll want to see the rest."

Khen nodded, struck dumb by the spectacle before him, and worked to get the pants obscuring his view of the incredible maleness off as quickly as he could. The bound deer helped how he could, lifting up his ass, practically shoving his crotch in Khendar's face, kicking out his legs to shove the pants off him.

"How is it now?" he asked sweetly.

Revealed in its full glory, there was nothing Khen could compare the bandit's cock to. It was long, almost comically so, reaching down to the buck's knees. But its thickness was no laughing matter. It shone in the dim lights of the room, and the deer watched it, mesmerized. This was proof, indeed. The head alone would be challenge on Khen's mouth, if he were to suck on it. The young deer wondered how far the tip of his tongue could go into the urethra. Each of Gehart Brown's balls was like a giant fruit, hanging low in his velvety sack, heavy with life and lust. Khen held up the pants, disbelief and joy mixing on his face. And then he realized he was not holding the rope any more.

"Looking for your end of the rope? You don't need a lead for a willing prisoner, you know." Gehart cheerfully said, and nodded to the rope lying on the bed by his side.

"So...an amulet gave you this?" the young buck finally said after his brain adjusted to the bizarre scenario.

"An amulet woke me up." Brown said.

"You figure it would work for me?"

"It takes a bit more than me handing over some bit of rock, but you don't look like you would mind the ritual much." the captive nodded to his massive cock and balls. "First you gotta suck me off."

"Waaaait..." Khen blinked, shaking his head, trying to clear away the haze of lust. "This is some sort of trick, isn't it?"

"If you want, you can keep your pistol fixed on my belly. No one wants to get gut-shot, and I like a little danger in my love-making. Perfectly safe for you, though, right?" the older buck smiled. "And, in case I'm pulling your scale-saddle's feathers, at least we both get a bit of fun. You're not gonna get another chance at a dick like this."

Khen nodded, adjusting his own crotch, and took his pistol out, cocking the six-shooter. Pressing the muzzle of his weapon to the side of the larger buck's barrel of a belly, he flopped down at the foot of the bed, his hooves firmly planted on the floor as he leaned in, taking in the male's scent.

For someone who walked miles for several days, Gehart smelled heavenly. Or, perhaps, the young bounty hunter's nose could not beat his arousal's insistence that the musk coming off the enormous grapefruits of balls before him was perfume, and that the rapidly hardening cock his left paw was gently massaging was dripping not with sweat but with ambrosia. Even the smallest, meanest part of Khendar surrendered to the overwhelming maleness before him, and soon, the pistol was cast aside for desperate groping and pawing off. Forcing the erection down to his mouth, the young buck slurped the head, suckled on it, ran his tongue as far down as he could. The other deer's skin felt perfect on his tongue, and the salty taste of sweat mingled with the fat buck's bland precum. It did not take long for his efforts to be rewarded with panting, and then a bit of cum, the seed practically bubbling with life in Khen's mouth. Slimy, disgusting, and yet, almost sweet, the salt taken over by some other flavor. It was addicting, and Khen eagerly lapped up the tiny treat dribbling from the foot-and-a-half length.

"Enough. This part of the ritual is over. For the next part, we must both undress. Take off everything, and put it in the closet." Gehart commanded.

Khen obeyed, his erection never flagging. Hopping to the old wooden wardrobe, the buck set about his task, forgetting his captive entirely. He could practically feel his cock growing, his sack straining with fresh strength. The magic was within reach! His shirt flew into the closet, followed by his pants, and he pulled down his underwear so quickly it burnt his thighs.

"That's it. You are quite the sight. Now, please, take my shirt and these ropes." the voice sounded closer, and suddenly, Khen felt the warmth of a heavy stomach and an enormous cock against his back.

Khen took the clothing and bindings offered, blinking. The desperate need for the big buck's magic, and the desire for his fat cock never disappeared, but a terrible fear rose up from some muffled part of him.

"I won't leave. I won't threaten you. Remember, I surrendered. I wanted to go with you. Now, come back to the bed with me, and let's finish the ritual." the young bounty hunter's pistol flew into the wardrobe, and the door closed with a reassuring creak.

Tugged back to bed, a lumpy pendant dangling around his neck, Khendar did not protest. It was so strange, so dream-like, his mind gave up. Only his needy member and hunger for the buck's seed called to him. He spread his cheeks and sat upon the well-lubricated, enormous tool, his own cock rubbing wonderfully against Gehart's large stomach. He sat there for a moment, feeling filled with cock as never before. Bliss spread from the hidden pleasure nub within him.

The boy was fuzzy on the details, but what was there to know, besides the giant monster under his tail and the promise of his own growth? He slowly rode the older buck, gasping and clutching at his stomach. The slight pudge he had did not hide the outline of cock shifting within him, and every movement reminded him that Brown was far more experienced. A single roll of his hips, and Khen moaned from the explosion of bliss.

All too soon, he felt his belly filling out with precum. His belly grew softer, bigger, and the pleasure only increased. The stretching of his hide felt like tiny, erotic scratches over his gut, and the lazy, slow love-making made up for the uncomfortable feeling of being a water-skin atop the older buck. It felt like time stopped, and his mind melted into the molasses of sex.

"Mmm...Sucking me off did the job. Feel that? There will be a lot of cum in you, soon." Gehart groaned, and Khendar felt the giant ballsack beneath him churn.

The first shot was overwhelming, and even the relaxed, fat Gehart Brown shuddered and humped upwards. Khen's prostate could not handle the desperate rubbing. The young buck's small bit of seed squished between his own growing gut and the bandit's own stomach. The second shot passed similarly, with the deer moaning and whining atop his lover, cumming like a fountain. By the third, there was no climax left in Khendar's body. Afterglow fought against the discomfort of being overfilled, and by the fifth gallon's worth of cum, he barely shivered.

"How much...urp...more?" Khen groaned, tasting salt on his tongue, eyes opening to look at himself.

"Soon....ah..a couple more!" Gehart gasped up at him.

A couple more passed, and a couple more. The boy shivered and jiggled, whimpering from the terrible sickness of growing taut. His lust came back to life, and his arousal throbbed somewhere under all that semen-logged gut, but he was too heavy to do much more than breathe heavily atop Gehart.

"Oh, yesss....you're about done. Soon, you'll be quite a mess on the walls..." the older buck panted.

Khen's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth, drooling seed, paws shaking as they grabbed at himself. In spite of the powerful waves of pleasure passing through Gehart, he struggled to answer the unspoken question.

"Now, now, don't look so betrayed, pretty boy. I'm gonna give you a good end. How many bounty hunters died cumming?" he called up to his rapidly swelling victim. "Of course, I lied about the magic. Tall tales...ohh...when you shiver and cum, it feels like a hot ocean sloshing around my dick! Ohh...yes. The rock did nothing. I busted Urfin myself. Soon, every pretty tail raised for me in the hopes of being let go went....pop! Oh, yes... You're going to burst. They nicknamed me 'Bounty Buster'. I guess they didn't tell any of you that!"

Khendar was beyond speech, now, even if he had anything to say. Everything was hot lines of agony and explosions of bliss. The sheets beneath the pair were soaked, and the young buck leaked the older deer's semen, practically drowning in the over-productive bandit's male juices.

"I loved...urrf! I loved busting bounties more than turning them in. But, I had to make my yellow hammers somehow...Ohh...So, I got together a crew, and robbed a few banks. Stole some cattle. It was easy. And, every once in a while...how are you squeezing my cock?...Ooo! Yes. Just like that!" Gehart spoke as Khen twitched, his muscles weakly resisting the oncoming rush of white, wet destruction. "Every once in a while, I got to cum into a pretty bounty hunter's ass..."

The cum-balloon of a deer whimpered, his eyes searching for mercy in the powerful male beneath him, but found only the sparkle of blissful release and hunger for more in Gehart Brown's gaze. Khen was tearing at the seams. The boy's nose bubbled with seed, he retched white slime, and even the tears in his eyes stung like salt. His taut belly sweated the older buck's essence from ever-expanding stretchmarks, and his navel was obliterated, a red patch on the surface of his middle.

This was it. He was going to burst. Khen only prayed the pleasure of his last release would mask the agony of his obliteration. But, just as he lost all hope, Gehart's flow wavered and slowed to a trickle, coming in ordinary spurts, his humps becoming mere trembles. If he could, the young buck would have cheered his survival.

"Ohh...Oh! You're still holding on, eh? You're fast becoming my favorite... And, I don't think I have enough to pop you yet...tell you what...mmmf if you survive this next shot, I'll let you rest. How does that sound?" the bandit asked.

All he heard in return was a pitiful whimper as cum splashed from between the buck's lips, but the cum-balloon boy's ears perked up and his jiggling body strained and wobbled from his desperate nods of agreement.

One last spurt of seed, and just as the clever bandit promised, the gigantic member slid from his unresisting hole. Exhausted and painfully full, Khendar allowed himself to be maneuvered on the bed until only his bloated body occupied it, Gehart Brown standing nearby. He lay on his enormous bed of a stomach, tail raised up, the cum that nearly destroyed him sloshing loudly in his groaning, straining gut, his ass sore, but barely dribbling any of the fertile slime.

"It's rare that I get to enjoy a lover more than once. I look forward to seeing if you pop next time." Gehart smirked, and ran his paw over the massive belly of the younger deer.

Khen trembled and closed his eyes. The touch alone was enough to make him release once more. Having endured so much, his brain could not cope with that last bit of ecstacy, and he passed out.

"One down. Two to go." Gehart sighed in satisfaction, and wiped his length on what little dry fabric remained of the bed sheets.

Then, he walked over to the wardrobe to fetch his clothes, the rope, and the 'defeated' buck's pistol.

He would need everything for the other two. They wouldn't just sit on his cock like the poor, foolish, beautiful deer did....

VVV

Keene hated his job. The chase never excited him; only irritated that his money was just out of reach. But, he kept at it, because the pay was good, and the whores loved a bounty hunter. And, Keene loved whores.

It was not that he was ugly, shy, or even particularly perverse in his desires. It was that he was insatiable. He craved variety, and his desires called on him often enough that not even the gender of his 'dancing partner' mattered. The only things that distracted him from his lust, he could count on one paw. Catching some idiots who broke the law, and gambling.

Gambling was relaxing. Even if he lost, it was rarely as much as James believed. Though the old mutt knew him well, Keene kept the intensity of his appetites a secret. Few people could spend a few hundred dollars at a brothel, and the coyote knew it was a fatal flaw to hide, not a badge of honor. This knowledge and caution, however, did not prepare him for the moment when things went horribly wrong.

He lay on the table of the 'massage parlor' he stumbled across, naked but for a towel on his crotch. The coyote already sported an erection, and cradled it close to his belly, enjoying the feeling of his thick maleness throbbing, the cock-head almost touching his navel.

"I'll be right back, sweetie!" the cheerful, busty civet called, and sauntered off, no doubt to fetch some oil for his 'special massage.'

The silly routines some brothels created surprised him, but the touch of the exotic and luxurious helped make each carnal act special, and he was a connoisseur. When he heard the thump of footsteps approaching his room, heavier by far than the tread of the little civet or the mongoose madam who greeted him at the door, he only wondered what sort of beautiful creature he was about to receive. By the time he heard the click of metal against metal, and opened his eyes, it was too late.

The door opened, and in walked the bank robber. Roy Keene gasped, tried to hop off the sturdy oak table, and the buck's pistol swiveled, following him easily.

"Go ahead and lie back, now. You wouldn't want a bullet between your legs, would you?" Gehart said, kindly. "Judging by how you and the canine person went on, you live for your dick. I understand."

The coyote's lip curled into a sneer, and he growled, but there was nothing to say. The evidence was plain as day. He remained hard, even when facing death. If anything, Keene felt his need grow, and the paw on his fat cock shamelessly moved up and down in slow, wonderful strokes, completely out of his control. A crazed hope came to him: maybe, he would get to shoot his load even with a bullet in him!

The buck looked at him, smirked, and shook his head.

"I'm glad I surrendered to you three. More fun than planning for a robbery with my boys." Brown said.

"Are you gonna shoot me or not?" Keene hoped he could be fierce, but his voice came out desperate with desire and quavering with fear.

He was a coward. But, then, he consoled himself, he never pretended to be anything else. The fat buck before him, his shirt barely fitting over his stomach and his pants looking strained by far more cock than the coyote believed possible, seemed to think on the question for a moment. Then, he slowly lowered his gun.

"I won't shoot you. But, you've still got to go. So, how about I do you in the way you lived? How about it? You wanna die cumming?" Gehart said, producing the rope that once bound him from his belt.

Keene whined. He wanted to live, but he knew there was no use pleading with the deer. The gun in those paws belonged to Khen, and there was no way the boy was stupid enough to just give it to the bandit. The coyote's pistols and knife were stored down the hall, and if he ran, he would not make it. The madam and her ladies did not want any trouble, and even if they wanted Gehart Brown dead, they had no reason to rescue a client. Worse, his cock screamed at him to take the deal. He spent years on every pleasure he could afford, and here was a chance to experience something only the most debauched nobility ever even imagined. There was no fight between his brain and his dick. Lust won by default, as it always had.

"Go ahead." he said, and it was as if a great weight lifted from him.

Suddenly, the buck before him looked quite attractive. Perhaps heavier than he was used to, but the thrill of the stronger male holding his life by a thread added fire to Keene's loins like nothing else. He knew, then and there, that this routine, this fantasy, was his favorite.

"Please, just make me cum..." he whispered as the buck walked around the table.

First, Gehart tied the coyote's arms over his head on the table. Then, he threaded the rope underneath, and bound his feet. His cock, freed from his paw, bobbed in the air, tenting the towel lewdly.

"Good, good. You're bound nice and tight. Now, I'm going to help you cum." the deer lifted the towel off Keene's member. "You make up for being a scrawny one by being all sorts of fat where it counts, it would seem! Look at those balls... almost as big as mine!"

The praise, even given by his executioner, made Roy blush and close his eyes. He was proud of his cock, and the whores complimented him endlessly, so it was familiar, comfortable territory. If he shut his eyes, and focused on the pleasure, he could almost forget that the paws on his cock belonged to a bandit he failed to turn in. As he relaxed, he felt an odd pinch at his balls and a terrible pressure around his cockhead. He whimpered, struggling in his hempen bindings, teeth gnashing.

"YOU FUCKIN' CUNT! Y-YOU WANNA CASTRATE ME! FUCK-" he shrieked, anger and fear coming up again.

The slap across his muzzle stopped his panic. He was no less a male. The towel was tied at the base of his glans, and though it was not pleasant, he could feel that nothing was broken or hurt. All it did was clamp his urethra and make his cockhead bigger.

"You shouldn't insult your benefactor, coyote." the buck said, grinning from ear to ear. "I'm just making sure you finish the way I want you to."

Then, the buck's rough paws grabbed Keene's member, and began to rub. Blunt, cervine fingers caressed his veins, squeezed his length in time to his heartbeat. It was bliss. All Keene wanted was another touch. Though an odd, dull ache reminded him that his head was tied off, the heavenly sensations coming from the rest of his cock more than made up for it. He humped into the buck's slow pawing. Then, his poor, cold glans received a kiss.

Keene's breath caught in his throat in the middle of a moan. Even numbed, his cockhead felt every bit of attention the deer showered upon it. Gehart's lips sealed around the coyote's tip, and he swirled his tongue over it, slathering it in drool.

"P-please!..." the lustful bounty hunter bucked and writhed in his ropes, whimpering as he felt the pressure in his loins grow.

As the deer's great antlered head bobbed up and down, his paws speeding up underneath the towel, and the coyote at his mercy begged. For more or less, it was no longer clear. Keene was caught between torture and unimaginable pleasure. Hovering on the edge of orgasm, he wondered if that was his end. The buck would simply paw and suck him until his heart stopped.

He was wrong.

Just as it became unbearable, and his gasps and pleas turned to shrieks, release came. His balls drew up, the whole of him thrusting upwards, shoving his tied-off member into Gehart's suckling mouth. Seed, like an overwhelming tide, rose up. The underbelly of his cock trembled, tensed, and grew, slowly filling up with cum. But, there was nowhere for all the coyote's spunk to go. It was trapped within him, backing up even as he kept humping for all he was worth.

Roy's climax never completed. But, whatever Gehart pinched at his taint, rather than leaving the coyote a whimpering, unsatisfied wreck, it only brought him higher. His scrotum jiggled, filled up, his balls swimming in semen and loaded with it. He felt his belly swelling, and threw his head back, howling as another jolt of mind-blowing orgasm ran through him. A few moments later, he blinked his eyes, looking down in shock at his stomach, his trim, cream-colored middle looking like a sloshing beer belly, only for Gehart to squeeze at his cock again, and run his tongue over his piss-slit.

He came, again, and again, the towel around his poor, straining cock stopped his release. He was fast filling with his own seed. His lust was literally going to kill him!

"Oh...Oh noo...." he panted when the latest explosion of release turned to gurgling swelling. "No...please...you've gotta untie my dick!"

Gehart snorted through his nose, and lightly bit down on Keene's cockhead, squeezing mercilessly at the root of his dick with both paws. With a wobble, the coyote's gut grew big enough that he could no longer hump, or even wiggle on the massage table. Satisfied for the moment, the deer raised his head from his victim's crotch, continuing to massage it with a paw as he looked at what he had done proudly.

"I told you, I can't let you live. You'd hunt me, even if you think you'll serve me for the rest of your days, even if you think you love me. And I'd have to shoot you, then. You don't want that, remember? Just relax, and let all that spunk build up. I've done a few guys this way before, and believe me, this is the best thing for you." the big buck spoke softly, his right paw sneaking away from its job to jostle the coyote's stomach, the squashed sphere burbling, the cum within seeking to escape, swelling Keene up more and more.

The canine bounty hunter did not have much room. Years of eating little and spending all his energy on fucking did not prepare him for stretching into a sweaty bag of his own seed. The scrawny coyote only grew a little bigger, before the pressure became overwhelming. Veins spread over his hide, visible plainly under the fluffed-up fur, every hair spreading further from its neighbors. He tasted his own salty cum, cried out in another sweet climax, and sobbed a curse. He was at his limit.

A parting kiss on the coyote's cock, and the bounty hunter met his end. Trembling, his gut taut as a drum, his ballsack a grotesque, reddening melon between his legs, Keene gargled his own seed in an orgasmic death-rattle, his eyes rolling up into his skull. Gehart Brown chuckled, and stepped away smartly, turning around and walking away. Alone, the coyote thought of his enormous cock, swollen beyond belief by un-spent cum, and his body shook. A tiny squirt of white shot from his cum-slit, the stream hitting the ceiling, and a moment later, a wet BLOORSH ended the bounty hunter's career.

It was a shame to leave the prostitutes to clean up the mess Keene left behind, but Gehart still had another threat to deal with. He walked from the brothel head held high, wearing the coyote's hat.

VVV

"Another drink. And then, I go back and relieve Khendar." James muttered under his breath, and downed another glass of Charcoal Whiskey.

He looked at the bottle sitting next to him at the table. Mostly empty, as it always was by that point in the evening. Filtering the stuff through charcoal took away some of the harshness of the booze, and added a peculiar after-taste James just could not get enough of. It also helped that he shared a name with Noble James, the best distiller in all the territories. It was something to start a conversation with.

Drinking whenever he could, the mutt was quite immune to a single bottle, and he could afford it. More than that, he could afford as many as he wanted. He was about to turn in a dangerous bank robber, and the finance folk back East could be very generous. He poured himself another drink, and tipped the bottle over, letting it thump unto the table. Even through the crowds, smoke, and the occasional brightly dressed bar-maid, the bartender noticed the signal, and a new, unopened bottle sat right next to the dog's emptied one in moments.

"One more bottle, and I'll go relieve Khen." James Higgs said to himself, and meant it.

"I don't think you will get to relieve him." the familiar, polite tone made even those words sound like a polite greeting.

James gritted his teeth, and his paw went to his pistol. He looked up towards the approaching deer. The fugitive being free did not surprise him as much as the hat on his head, his sharp, curved antlers piercing it, and the pistol at his hip, its handle made of fine, Eastern wood, no scratches anywhere on it. Gehart sat down opposite the bounty hunter, and smiled.

"I see you noticed my souvenirs." he said.

"You killed them." the mutt's bushy, gray eyebrows knotted, and the fur around his collar looked like a storm cloud, his hackles rising.

The deer raised both paws.

"I assure you, I didn't. Khen is still very much alive, and though I contributed to your coyote partner's demise, he died primarily because of his own lust." he said.

"What happened to Keene?" James asked with a sigh, his paw slipping from his pistol in its holster.

The crafty buck probably had some way of avoiding being shot, or he would never even approach him. Besides, if Higgs shot anyone in the middle of a busy town bar, there was no telling what would happen.

"He loved his cock so much, he chose to pleasure himself to death rather than get shot." the buck replied, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to say.

James wanted to ask for more, but stopped. Keene had been a lousy partner, but the mutt gave him his privacy, even when it came to his visits to the brothel. If the pervert found some way to end his own life with sex, maybe the respectful thing to do would be to avoid the details.

"Hrrm...Very well. You've no reason to lie. Or, for that matter, to be here. You could've run off by now, and left me to my drink." the mutt said, lifting his empty glass and swishing an imagery shot within it.

"I could run. But, I bet you'd chase me. And, as handsome as you are, old-timer, you are not my type. I am here to make you an offer." the buck opened the bottle, and poured his former captor an overflowing glass. "The way I see it, you've got three options. You can shoot me, right here and now, and pray the other patrons, or my own fine self, don't put a bullet in you. You can let me go, and promise me you'll leave me to my fun. I'd believe an honorable canine person such as yourself. You can drink all you want, and even help poor Khen, which would be duller than church. Or, we can have ourselves a little gamble. You know which I would choose."

"I won't risk my life, or the lives of anyone in here. As for letting you go, you're worth far too many money. And, I'd only be splitting it two ways, now. So, what's the gamble and the stakes?" the mutt had to admit, his heart raced at the thought of besting the buck.

"You're fond of your namesake, James. A good charcoal whiskey's stored in barrels, as you know. You get the barkeep to give you a barrel, and drink more of it than me, and I'll give myself up." the deer's eyes sparkled with mischief.

"And if I lose, I suppose you'll drown me in it or some such?" James Higgs chuckled.

"Something like that." Gehart said, waving the question away.

"Fine. If you win, do whatever you want to me. But, I don't aim to lose. You're talking to the best drinker in the West." the dog stood up.

"Alright. I'll wait for you here, and finish off this bottle. No sense in us starting on uneven footing, after all." the buck lifted the bottle up to his lips, and began to gulp it down like water, watching the dog's retreating backside.

"A fine dog... turns out he is my type." the cervine bandit muttered.

It did not take long for James to return, and the pair went down into the cellar. The bartender, it turned out, had no problem taking a hundred dollars in exchange for looking the other way, and the dog promised much more when he won.

"You know, I may have underestimated your looks." the buck grabbed a large wooden mug, meant for beer, and began to fill it from an old Eastern oak barrel, the thing bigger by far than either of them.

"No use buttering me up now. I'll drink you under the table, and drag you in front of a big town judge in a day's time." James growled, hefting his own mug.

The first drink went down fine. So did the second. Higgs stared at his opponent, measuring him up. The buck was fatter, and definitely more muscular, but he looked unsteady on his hooves, now. It would be easy to shoot him. But, the old dog just had to prove he was better, now.

As the deer matched him drink for drink, well into their twentieth, James began to feel a bit woozy.

"Where the fuck do you put it all?" he slurred, a bit surprised a curse left his mouth.

"I love a round belly, and a good bit of heat and spice from the old orchard in my gut is wonderful! Speaking of...urp...bellies, look at yours now." the deer giggled, waving his empty mug around and pointing at the mutt's middle.

James looked down. His gut was poking out from beneath his shirt, and he had to admit it felt very good to be full of whiskey. It felt like a warm bed beneath his caressing paw. There was an odd stirring in between his legs, and he thought of a nice, fat, pregnant cow lady he once knew. Her belly was not gray, but a night-sky black, and he enjoyed her affections for almost a month before the father of the baby showed up, angry as a scale-saddle in heat. He could not remember how he convinced the idiot bull to spare him, but he recalled every bit of that beautiful stomach. And he knew no male was supposed to carry a gut like that.

"I think... I think I ought to shoot you now..." he drew his pistol, and shoved it into the drinking buck's own swollen gut.

The deer calmly finished his drink, and moving far faster than a creature bloated with whiskey should, slapped it out of the mutt's paw.

"Oh, now you've done it." Gehart grinned down at the surprised dog.

"I was just kiddin'...A joke, y'know?" the inebriated bounty hunter lied, and nearly fell over.

"I bet you were. Funny. So, how about this: you're about to win anyway, right? You're the best drinker in the West, after all!" the bandit spoke quickly, guiding the drunk down under the whiskey barrel. "You polish off the barrel here, make it nice and empty, and I'll tell you where I hid my gold, and turn myself in besides."

"D-deal!" James burped, and tasted copper on his tongue, but nothing was going to stop him, now.

He swore he had forgotten something. Something about a cow he fucked, and how her belly looked fit to pop, and how the buck must've been cheating, somehow, but the mutt's brain was fast becoming pickled. Twenty-seven full mugs of charcoal whiskey, no matter how smooth, how well-filtered, still had power behind them.

When the oaky, warm booze poured down his throat, James Higgs did not protest. He wanted the gold, and he wanted the bounty, and he knew he would win. When the buck took off the mutt's shirt, and began to rub his stomach, he growled, at first, but those paws roaming over his sloshing, bubbling belly soon felt like the most incredible massage in the world, and the disoriented old dog succumbed.

"Go on, now. Drink up. The barrel still has plenty in it." the buck whispered in his ear from behind him, the bandit's crotch almost touching James Higgs down under his tail.

A part of the bounty hunter felt proud that even after all those years, he could distract anyone with his looks. Another part, much smaller, desperately screamed that he was being fooled. All resistance to the deer collapsed, however, when he helpfully unbuttoned the suddenly, unbearably tight pants James could have sworn fit him perfectly only hours ago.

"Imagine it. Pounds of gold." Gehart's paws pushed on the mutt's stomach, rubbing its strained, throbbing center on the cold, dusty floor, and the bounty hunter realized it was now almost as big as he was. "You'll own your own bar. And, I'll rot in jail. Talk about a shiny future, eh?"

In the midst of gulping down another mouthful of amber drink, James pathetically nodded, and sputtered when he breathed in the booze. The pain brought some sense back into him. Retching like the pitiful drunk that he was, he grabbed his belly, whiskey from the barrel pouring freely over its gigantic surface in streams. The buck reached up, and stopped the flow, then walked around his victim to look at him from the front.

"Look at you. You're paw-spans big. If you didn't try to kill me, you stupid mutt, you could've beat me by now. I'd never risk rupturing!" the fat buck laughed, his own belly only slightly bigger.

"Eeech.... I didn't... I swear, I'm sorry! Owwwww! I'll let you go, I promise! I'll...I'll let you fuck me! Just please, please help me!" that gray belly wobbled, but the mutt filled it so much it had little give as he clutched at himself and whined.

The world swam before his eyes, and yet, he could not vomit. He had more alcohol in him than most creatures had water in their whole bodies. That was bad. He could die like this! He had to get rid of it!

"Please...please Gehart... I can't air my paunch... I'm gonna die here..." he begged, ears burning in shame, but in his helpless state, there was nothing else he could do.

"Well, there is something I can do for you, now..." the deer rubbed his chin, as if deep in thought, giggling sadistically. "But first, I think I'll take you up on your proposition of sex."

As the sick mutt panted and groaned, nodding his head, Gehart knelt before his belly. Licking his lips, he unbuttoned his pants, and leaned forward to hug the dog's belly, his huge length already slick with precum. He looked into the defeated bounty hunter's eyes, and slowly began to rub himself against the bloated sphere of booze.

Like an overripe, gray-furred berry, it felt on the verge of rupture. Heat moved through it in pulses, the poor dog's heart working as hard as it could to feed blood, rather than alcohol, into the gut's fragile hide. Burdened by drink and the wiggling, moaning deer atop him, James Higgs hoped only that he could survive long enough to receive the help he so desperately needed.

Pent up after watching the coyote burst himself, and sensing the James water-skin against his chest and stomach slowly giving up the ghost, Gehart reached his climax sooner than he hoped. Trembling, his cock splashing cum all over the underside of the dog's gigantic stomach, he retreated from James, and sat heavily on the cellar's floor, rubbing himself and etching the bloated mutt into his mind for later enjoyment.

"The way your gut felt against my dick was divine. Made me finish too soon, though." he said.

"Fucking help me, you bastard..." grunted James Higgs, clenching his eyes shut and shaking where he sat.

"Of course." the deer said. "You let me fuck you, and I help you get rid of all that booze you guzzled down."

A cool, coiled piece of metal fell unto the dog's belly. He grabbed it, and looked over it in shock.

"No...no... I can't... I won't...not like this! I don't wanna..." he cried out, looking up at the deer as the bandit stood up and buttoned up his cum-stained pants and adjusted the shirt barely covering his stomach.

"Like it or not, you're gonna have to pierce that taut whiskey balloon of yours if you want to escape alcohol poisoning. And a corkscrew seems... appropriate." the buck chuckled, and stepped back until he was almost at the foot of the stairs leading up.

"You...you..." James Higgs growled, but his anger would not stay with him.

His gut, even as painful as it became, overwhelmed him with the warmth of liquor. He had to agree with the buck: dying by corkscrew, his gut full to bursting with booze was by far the most appropriate fate. With a tight-lipped smile, he closed his eyes, and brought the sharp point of the corkscrew to the top of his belly, right where it met his chest. He wanted to end it fast. He had no chance of reaching his volcano of a belly button, but he could feel a tearing sensation where his ribs met his stomach.

He pressed down, whimpering in pain, and felt the terrible pop of the corkscrew piercing him. James gurgled, whiskey coming up his throat at last, and with a thunderous SPLOOSH his belly tore open from chest to groin.

Watching the old mutt burst, breaking apart at the red lines running up from his navel, a veritable flood of mutt-tainted whiskey splashing across the dry floor, Gehart clapped at the good show. When the booze seeped into the dust at last, and every scrap of the mutt stopped its twitching, the buck went back upstairs, and sneaked away before the bartender checked up on his cellar.

VVV

Khendar lay on the bed, trying to empty himself. Or, more precisely, he lay on his stomach, the stretched-out flesh dominating the bed, even hanging off the sides as best as it could in such a swollen, over-filled state. His earlier pain and discomfort dissipated as his hide adjusted, but still, he could not do much more than wobble and shake himself. Turning himself so he could let his ass unleash the torrents of seed within his guts did not work, and his best efforts to push the mass of spunk out failed. His tail-hole was resilient, but the older buck's load was so tremendous his bowels no longer obeyed him. Cum drying into the sheets felt sticky on his fur, and everything stank of sex, which only contributed to distracting him from thoughts of escape.

The truth was, even after nearly meeting his end, even after cumming for what seemed like an eternity, Khen wanted more. And, the buck, if he came back, could give it to him. A few minutes more of blissful release and incredible fullness. What came after, no matter how painful, would be quick, and the boy had no illusions about mercy. Gehart wanted to fill him up more, and if he came back, the young bounty hunter would pop for sure.

"I'm just a cum-balloon. A thin deer-skin around his load..." Khendar whispered, and felt his cock twitch behind him.

Forced backwards, lying across the vast expanse of underbelly, the deer's cock remained stubbornly hard, even after the boy's nap. Now, it swelled bigger, defying the buck's weak protests.

"I'm not just gonna pop! No! I can't enjoy it! I won't! I won't give innn..." he groaned, gritted his teeth, and tried to think of something other than his desires.

Unfortunately for Khendar, his desires were much stronger than his already greatly diminished willpower. In moments, he was riding himself, clutching unto the oceans of seed in his gut, licking the trembling, stretch mark-riddled skin, hungry for more of Gehart's cum. As he gathered enough on his tongue at last, he felt a spasm go through him, and came, his cockhead pulsing and flaring behind him, spilling his juices unto a wall. The moment passed, but Khen found he was still not satisfied. It was as if the bandit's seed was an aphrodisiac.

"I see you are enjoying yourself without me." Gehart walked into the room without so much as a knock.

"F-fuck you!" Khen imagined wet, slimy eels, and dead scale-saddles, and all sorts of other horrible things, but his raging hard-on refused to go away, and every involuntary tremble brought a delightful spike of pleasure as his swollen body reverberated with the disturbance.

"While I would love you to mount me, I don't think you could if you wanted to." Gehart walked around his struggling, lustful victim, giving him a good view of his larger belly, and leaned in to kiss him.

Khendar did not fight it. Keene's hat pierced by the fat buck's antlers and stinking faintly of whiskey was all the evidence he needed that no rescue would come for him. What was the point of fighting? He opened his mouth, his lips eagerly seeking Gehart's. The bandit's tongue had a pleasant, boozy after-taste, as if his drool was more Noble James than saliva, and Khen eagerly explored the powerful male's mouth, hugging him close. The tough Western clothing rubbed against the soft, weakened belly-flesh of the deer like sandpaper, but the hot bulge he felt was worth the torture.

"You're going to pop me soon." the young buck tried not to let his voice betray his desire, even after his kiss showed Gehart all he needed to know.

"You're more semen than deer. I figure it's the merciful thing to do. And, you seem awfully receptive to the idea." the bandit took off his hat, and hung it up inside the wardrobe.

"You're young. I burst your friends. You will want revenge. This way, I don't have to worry about you coming after me, and you get what you crave. I can see it in you. You're fighting it, but you know a popping is all you want now that you're all alone with me." the buck nodded to his fellow cervine, and finished undressing as quickly as a soldier in the barracks, even with constantly stopping to rub his fat, throbbing erection.

"I... I do wanna pop. But, before I go... can you tell me what you did to James and Keene? They were my friends..." and I want to hear about some handsome males bursting before I join them, Khen finished in his mind.

"Heh. Well, I went after Keene, first. He complained more than a scale-saddle after a plucking, but I could tell if he went after me, I couldn't talk my way out of being shot. So, I came in while he was waiting to get some special treatment at some fancy brothel. Your partner filled up with his own cum when I closed off the only way for it to escape. Looked like he was having a good time for most of it, too." the larger buck said, standing there, masturbating idly as he talked.

Khendar, even in his super-excited state, listened. Through his pleasurable fantasies of imagining the scrawny, horny coyote cum himself to destruction, he thought of a plan. A desperate plan, one he would most likely never survive to execute in his present state, but one that at least gave the young bounty hunter a chance.

"Sadly, the old mutt wasn't as fun. He loved drinking, and we had a fine time, but in the end, he wound up piercing himself rather than growing big enough to pop from the booze. Not as much fun. A good belly to hump, though! Paper-thin, just sweaty enough to be pleasant, and so warm!" Gehart praised James, and though it made him sick to think of his mentor ending his own life, Khen had to admit that he understood the other deer's lust.

His own end approaching with every word spoken by the bandit, Khendar only thought of how firm and hot and lip-bitingly tender the belly his cock rubbed against was. If it had belonged to any other, the young buck realized he would have thrown himself at it, not caring that too much jostling would end the creature, or drive him to desperate self-destruction. If their roles were reversed, Khen thought, Gehart would pop...

"So, satisfied? Or, shall I paw you off some and tell you some juicy details?" the bandit patted Khen's side, and the deer burped, the smell of fresh, hot cum rising from his mouth.

"Please...take me. Climb on me. Fuck me. Pop me already..." the young buck whimpered submissively, batting his eyelashes and making his tail shake in a theatrical display of need.

Horny and careless, the older buck laughed at the boy and scrambled up behind him. For a second, there was an awful sensation of his gut about to rupture, but Khen bore it with only a moan of lust, squirting into his own gut as Gehart positioned himself on the cum-bed of deer he created only a couple of hours back.

"Please, enjoy me..." the young buck said, and did his best to spread his cheeks with his paws, splaying his legs as far apart as they would go.

Gehart needed no more invitation than that. Sliding his whole thick maleness into the wide-open, already-used hole, he started wildly thrusting, panting like a locomotive. His previous love-making and session of belly-humping drained him quite a bit, but the bandit's appetite knew no limit. He savagely plowed the young buck under him, his stomach slapping the boy's backside, his giant ballsack giving one last rub to his victim's cock. It was even more pleasant than the first time. With no resistance, his dick splashed inside a mass of his own essence with every hump, making the creature he rode jiggle backwards and forwards violently. The deer under him burped and moaned, cumming a weak drizzle of seed every few seconds, his prostate nearly milked dry of his own semen, and the store of the older buck's seed no longer looking for release as desperately. Gehart swore to himself that the last part would change in only a couple more thrust. He would make the slut he rode cum the seed of a better male, a more powerful male.

Gehart had won, and no one threatened his victory now. He was invincible.

Too late, the boy he was fucking for all he was worth remembered his plan. He clenched his ass as hard as he could, working his ass with his paws, forcing his legs to tense as hard as he could. But, there was nothing the doomed cervine could do against the strength of the buck who had already made him his toy. The giant dick in Khen trembled, released another stream of cum, and he gurgled in his last climax. The boy's asshole clenched around the length, he came his own seed one last time, the release lost in a torrent of Gehart's fluids shooting from his cock, and burst.

KASPLOOSH! What used to be Khendar popped into hundreds of gallons of pressurized cum, the male essence splattering everywhere. Dripping from the walls, sliding down the windows, and hissing inside the oil lamp, the seed hid Gehart's brutal act of murder easily. The young buck was just a lake of white, now.

Gehart stood on top of the bed, cock continuing to spurt, and happily sighed. Now, all he had to do was contact his gang and tell them it was safe again. He loved protecting his boys from bounty hunters.

ALTERNATE ENDING

Gehart had won, and no one threatened his victory now. He was invincible.

But, the boy under him, who took his cock so easily, had one last bit of treachery left in his slutty, cum-filled body. He clenched his ass as hard as he could, working his ass with his paws, forcing his legs to tense as hard as he could. Gehart tried to thrust, and found he was caught. If only he had humped into Khendar instead of drawing his dick out! The giant dick trembled, struggling to release a belly-popping stream of cum into the younger buck, but found an obstacle it could not overcome.

"What the fuck? No! You whore-of-a-deer! You slut-doe! I am gonna break you open!" the arrogant deer roared, thrusting as hard as he could, but finding the young bounty hunter no longer as receptive as he once was.

Something was wrong. The boy was stronger than him, and Gehart was not used to slowing his flow of semen, let alone stopping in the middle of a popping as absurdly satisfying as the one Khen offered. The cum backed up into him, just as it had into Keene. His belly, already quite large from drinking gallons of whiskey, wobbled and soon hid even the boy's delicious ass. The bandit's belly grew over Khendar's back, and the younger deer continued to viciously massage Gehart's cock even as he mercilessly squeezed it shut.

"You won't survive this! Accept your fate! I am the bigger buck!" Brown gasped out curses and threats, continuing to try and finish inside Khen.

"B-bigger...yess..." his victim growled with effort. "But...you're weaker..."

"I'll be wearing your antlers on my belt! It'll take them a week to scrub you off the walls! I'm the...the..." The Bounty-Buster was running out of strength, and his stomach kept growing, soon trapping the young buck between one mass of cum and another.

"Oh no...no..." all bluster evaporated as Gehart Brown tasted his own seed on his tongue. "Please...no...I can't pop..."

"Yes...you can!" Khen said. "You...deserve...it!"

"Please let me go! It's too much! I'm getting too big!" the lakes-worth of male essence burbled in the over-fertile buck, and to his panic, it only seemed to goad his fat genitals into greater production.

"No...it's time...time you got a taste of your own medicine!" the younger, now less swollen than the bandit, buck gasped out.

"Please please please PLEEEEASE!" Gehart shrieked, breaking down and sobbing in between fits of nausea, forgetting even to hump, simply lying there, a sphere of cervine flesh waiting to pop.

"Come...on! Cum for me..." Khendar squeezed the cock piercing him one last time.

And, that was it. Gehart 'Bounty-Buster' Brown, undone by his own release, sucked in his own relentless semen instead of air, and his antlers scraped the ceiling. His eyes wide in horror, his paws slapped at his too-tight belly as he convulsed in deadly climax that he gifted so many others with, his legs kicking out behind him spasmodically as if he sought to run from his demise.

"Pop for me..." Khen whispered, and the bandit obeyed with a sad little whimper.

GROOSH-SPLAAAASH! Gehart's obscenely bloated body surrendered to the pressure of cum in him. The wave of seed threw the victorious bounty hunter unto the floor, the mattress actually managing to float in the waist-high mess before the younger buck's weight drove it down. Brown's majestic antlers were embedded in the ceiling, the only part of him to survive the explosion intact. Everything else was male slime dripping from everything in the room and gently sloshing its way out of the shattered window.

"Yesss! Finally!..." Khendar sighed, and came, relaxing into the best release he ever had.

It would take ages to get himself back to normal, but he was already planning how he would explain to the banks Gehart robbed that the perverted criminal busted his own bounty.