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Actaeon's Task: Part III

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The buck lifted his head from grazing when he saw the stag approach.

It had been a good day so far. He had woke up in the shade of the mysterious clearing that had been his home for the last few days feeling rested and content. The clearing was rather large: big enough that there was plenty of room to run around in through the sun-soaked grass but small enough that he felt secure. A small brook burbled immediately outside the clearing, surrounded by the tall trees that guarded the space and provided it with shade and protection. Ever since he had wandered into the clearing, he had been rather pleased. Each day consisted of him grazing all day on delicious sweet grass, and drinking the clear, clean water; the routine itself was only broken by bouts of naps and, of course, marathon sex. Like any buck, he enjoyed breeding, but ever since he entered the clearing, he was nothing short of insatiable. His loins were always burning, his penis always rampant, his balls forever swollen.

The first day he arrived he remembered that Pan was there, standing in the very middle of the clearing where a stone altar was, and though he was an animal and didn't understand the Greek pantheon, he knew who Pan was. Every animal did. He was honored when Pan touched him, giving him a sudden overwhelming amount of stamina, and was even more honored when one of the nymphs brought forth for him a mate. He had already beget a fawn on his mate, but she had disappeared days ago, and suddenly seeing this new deer put him into a rut and reawakened the desire for him to breed again. It was strange, because the deer had antlers and smelt strongly like a male, but he saw Pan beckon to him and he knew that this creature was going to be his mate for as long as he needed the creature to satisfy him. And indeed, he called upon the stag to satisfy him over and over, and over again. And his mate certainly delivered. Now he couldn't be happier: his mate had birthed a fawn already, which seemed strange to him that it happened so quickly, but he knew from the scent of the little buck that it was his, and he watched it with pride as it grew swiftly.

And now the stag was approaching him again. His mate at first had been reluctant, he had struggled when the buck first mounted him, but after the buck serviced his mate once, the stag became more than eager for the breeding to continue. Though his mate was to his eyes a fellow male, as soon as his penis hardened the lust clouded his mind enough that he could mate him without a second thought. The buck felt his penis slid forth from his sheath as he watched the stag draw near. He knew any moment, the needy mate of his would turn and eagerly present himself to him so that he could fuck him until he couldn't stand anymore. The buck felt his erection bounce against his belly and he waited patiently, anticipating the pleasures to come.

But the stag didn't present himself. He didn't even lower his head meekly. No, this time was different.

The stag made a soft noise, lifting his head up high, breathing deeply, his own manhood hard and rampant. The buck was somewhat startled at this, as the stag's behavior was suddenly no longer the submissive actions of his mate, but of something else. He stood warily, waiting. With a swiftness the buck was not expecting, the stag charged with power and speed and caught the buck with his antlers, throwing him skillfully to the ground. The buck landed heavily and painfully on his side and quickly struggled to rise, kicking his feet out to regain his balance. But he no sooner found his balance and attempted to heave himself to his feet when his mate came at him again, the stag's eyes burning with anger and... lust. The buck tried to catch the stag's antlers when he came at him, but again he was too slow and the sharpened tips gouged into him painfully until again he fell to the ground. He was usually a superior buck in these battles, but for once he was losing and he didn't know why. He couldn't understand why his mate would fight him. His mates never turned on him before and he knew his mate was not unhappy, as he had pleased his mate many, many times. And there was simply no other mate for the stag to fight over. The buck and the stag were the only full grown adults in the clearing. Whickering, the buck staggered to his feet, confused and no longer aroused.

But his mate still was. The buck had usually ignored his mate's penis. He knew, with certainty, that does were not supposed to have these parts: they were supposed to have the soft, fleshy holes into which his penis would fit, strain, and later ejaculate into. He knew when he first saw his mate that something was not right and that his mate was male. But when Pan beckoned, he could not refuse. And although the stag had attempted feebly to resist him, once he had mounted the male, he had still found a similar hole that was even tighter than the doe's hole... and it felt so good! The buck no longer minded that his mate had antlers, or indeed, a manhood to rival his own. He only cared that his mate continued to willingly present himself to him as a female should and that a fawn should be produced from their copulations. He didn't understand why his mate suddenly started acting so male instead of his usual docile female tendencies.

Actaeon fended the buck off to a corner of the clearing, where the buck willingly went, too confused to desire to fight anymore. Acting disinterested, the buck turned around to ignore the stag's sudden aggressions when he felt a great weight land upon his back and he heard a triumphant bleat...

Actaeon had mounted the buck. Immediately, the outraged animal attempted to throw him off his back but was as unsuccessful as his dueling skills were earlier. The stag had him pinned and as he writhed under the stag's weight, trying to bolt out from under the rampant male. He could feel his mate's penis straining between his own legs as the stag thrust, trying to find his hole. The stag's penis was huge. He knew that his own penis was but a typical shape and size for his species and while it was never exactly up to equine proportions, it certainly did please his mates. He also knew that when Pan took him to the clearing, the satyr had worked some magic so that his penis had become more superior to his former penis size: it kept its tapered shape, but it was no longer quite as thin and it was now much, much longer. He had enjoyed the greater size and he was sure his new mate did too. But it appeared that his mate had also been given greater endowment, even greater than his own. And the huge phallus now swung stiffly underneath him, as thick and as long as a horse's. He nickered fearfully.

Actaeon didn't care. He was hard, ready to mate, and in the dominant position again. He used his front legs to pull the buck back into him while thrusting forward, trying to find his mark. He knew he was below his mate's hole - he could feel his cock rubbing against the buck's sheath - and the sensation made him even hornier. He could practically feel his penis jump and quiver at the prospect of rubbing himself against the penis that had penetrated him so many, many times. Even in his throws of lust he was disgusted. He had never had any homosexual tendencies, he was always a true man, always on top, fucking his wife and any other woman senselessly. But now, he was aroused by another's cock? An animal's? No. He needed to reclaim his masculinity, despite the fact that his teats were already beginning to fill themselves with milk for his fawn again; he needed to be the male and no longer the female again. He pulled back and aligned himself, probing until he felt the resistance give way. Yes, this is how it should be. He was a male again. Actaeon threw his antlered head back and trumpeted before thrusting forward with all his strength.

The buck made a sound that could be likened only to a scream. The buck didn't have Pan to comfort him, nor was he even prepared in the least for the brutal entry as Actaeon was for his, but the stag didn't care at all. He continued to push himself into the protesting buck, ignoring the creatures plaintive cries of pain as he thrust himself into the dry, unreadied pucker of his mate, feeling his huge, throbbing meat scrape roughly against the dirtied insides of the animal. Rolling his eyes, the buck swung his head back, trying to connect his antlers with Actaeon, but the stag would not allow it. After gripping the buck extra hard to assure himself of his mounting position, he knocked the buck's antlers aside with his own and then placed the tips of his branched horns at the nape of the buck's neck, threatening him. Unable to fight off the horny stag, the buck finally whickered submissively and lower his head, allowing Actaeon full access to his anal channel. Actaeon bleated loudly, exerting his dominance, then began to strain, pushing his engorged member farther into the buck's ass.

The once dominant buck whinnied and huffed pathetically, his ears back against his head as Actaeon continued to slide into him. Actaeon gave one final push, using all the strength in his hind legs to leap up farther on the buck's back and propel him forward until finally, as he shuddered in ecstasy, he had hilted all two feet of his massive cock into the buck's ass. Panting heavily, Actaeon rested for a moment, leaning heavily on the buck's back. The respite was given not out of consideration to the buck, but because Actaeon, unused to mating as a male in deer form, and having never penetrated an anal passageway before, had not anticipated how difficult the entry would be and how much effort stuffing his enormous deercock into the unreadied virgin passage would take.

When Actaeon felt rested enough to continue, he gave no warning. He suddenly pulled his powerful body back so that his penis was halfway out of the buck's tailhole, then thrust as hard as he could back into the buck. The buck almost collapsed from the force of it, but managed to regain his balance as Actaeon continued to firmly pump himself in and out of his mate, hearing the sound of his mighty balls slapping against the buck's as they copulated. Actaeon could feel his teats smashed against the buck's back as he covered his mate and he remembered that after this, the buck would be pregnant and his teats would become as swollen as Actaeon's. The thought of fathering a fawn of his own, instead of birthing one, made him feel even more triumphant. He bleated happily and continued to thrust.

The deer grunted and bleated together, one in pleasure, the other enduring the pain. They were both panting wildly, each straining against the other, the buck attempting to wait for Actaeon's release, Actaeon straining for his climax.

Finally, Actaeon thrust himself as deeply as he could and shuddered, feeling his groin prepare for the inevitable ejaculation. And at last, Actaeon implanted his seed. The buck snorted, feeling Actaeon thrust up violently as he began to fill the buck with his seed, the warm sap exploding inside the buck's deepest places before the excess fluids were forced back and exploded from the buck's ass, pouring down his legs to the ground.

But Actaeon didn't withdraw just yet. There was something else his instincts demanded that he do first. Though he felt it was unnecessary, Actaeon knew it had to be done, otherwise the buck and he would be locked in a battle for dominance for the rest of their time together. He pressed his semi-hard cock deep into the buck and waited for a moment until it came: warm golden piss flowed freely from his long urethra, down the length of his quivering cock and spilled into the buck. The buck snorted and again attempted to throw Actaeon off him, but the stag held firm. He nickered, feeling pleasure in emptying his bladder and asserting his dominance, feeling his piss flood the buck's anus just as his cum had moments ago. Finally, the stream sputtered, then stopped and Actaeon wearily bleated a final time before pulling himself from the buck's ass.

When he pulled his softening penis from the buck's ass and fell back down to all fours, he saw, with a feeling a satisfaction that the buck's back legs were damp with his piss and that a great surge of thick white fluid was draining from the buck's ridiculously stretched pucker. Finally free from Actaeon's battering penis, the buck wearily sidestepped away from the stag, watching him with wary eyes. Actaeon, however, was not yet finished. He lifted his head up high and bleated triumphantly before stepping firmly forward, advancing upon the buck.

The buck made a soft, pitiful sound as he watched Actaeon approach again. But he knew as well as Actaeon that when he took his mate, he would often take him multiple times. And he knew that Actaeon would do the same.

Actaeon paused. He debated between having the buck clean him off or simply returning to his mate's tight asshole. He waited only a moment before the feeling of need came over him again, and, reasoning that his task was to impregnate the buck, he chose to return to the weary buck's tailhole. After all, he could get sucked off by the buck whenever he wanted to now and the thought of the buck's tight, pulsing hole, slick with his own semen was too much for him to pass up.

The buck whickered submissively when Actaeon approached, but at his mate's command, the buck held his tail aside and obediently allowed the stag to leap upon his back again. Again, Actaeon didn't bother to lap at the buck's formerly virgin pucker, driving his maleness into the passage lubricated by his own seed and piss. The buck groaned, Actaeon's entrance not as painful as the first time, but still caused great discomfort due to his rough handling and his massive tool. The buck didn't try to move as he was ravished. He only braced himself against Actaeon's pounding movements, countering the momentum of the horny stag's thrusts. He bleated in submission while Actaeon took him again, feeling Actaeon's thrusts becoming faster and faster, the stag's heavy balls mercilessly slapping against his own, until Actaeon bellowed in pleasure and yet another wave gushed out of Actaeon's penis, quivering deeply within the depths off the buck. The warm fluid, tingling from Pan's magic, surged through his insides and again split out of his hole, splattering against his back legs, causing the buck to nicker in humiliation. He knew as well as Actaeon, that it was going to be a long night.

* * * *

The next day Actaeon went to check to see if Pan's semen had impregnated his mate. The buck practically whined in pain and fear when Actaeon approached but the stag didn't care. He pushed his head under the buck and nipped sharply at the buck's sheath. His mate jumped in surprise and alarm, but Actaeon continued to nuzzle then nip the sheath until the buck's penis shakingly extended. It didn't drop or harden, but simply slid forth partially then stopped, quivering slightly. Actaeon waited until a stream of piss issued from its slit, then without hesitation or disgust, he pushed his muzzle forward and tested it. Just as deer are able to test a female's urine for mating purposes, he instinctively knew that Pan gave him the ability to test his mate's for procreational ones. And he knew with pride that the buck was indeed pregnant. He pulled his head up again, watching as the buck pissed, looking humiliated and miserable. Actaeon was surprised. He never realized how attune to his animal mate's feelings he was until now. Perhaps he had grown fond of the buck (he had, after all, lost his anal virginity to him and birthed him a fawn) or perhaps he had simply been an animal for so long that he was more aware of the beast's simple emotions. Either way, he felt a stab of regret for treating the buck so badly.

Gently, he nuzzled his head against his mate's, comforting him the best he could. The buck whickered in contentment and Actaeon took the sound as not only forgiveness, but assent. His penis, as it typically did, had already lengthened and he desired to mate again. The buck smelt his arousal and while the buck too was erect, as Actaeon's arousal used to signify his time to dominate the stag, he was now only apprehensive. But Actaeon was not in desperate need now. He tenderly moved his head under the buck's belly and licked at the buck's bulging sheath. The buck nickered quietly and his meat immediately came forth at Actaeon's call. Actaeon knew, after days of mating with the buck, what his mate enjoyed. The buck stood still as Actaeon engulfed his erection in his mouth. He had grown accustomed to the taste of his mate's fluids and now knew his mate's penis as well as his own manhood and as well as the vagina of his wife. The stag licked greedily at the dark red phallus, glistening with the buck's precum and his own saliva, until his mouth found its way to his mate's tip, then he gently took it into his mouth and sucked on it. When he felt the buck shudder in pleasure, he knew it was time.

He let his mate's penis fall from his mouth and trotted around so that he was behind the buck. He pushed his tongue into the buck's hole, tasting his old cum and piss in his mate's passageway, and gently lubricated him. Then, without ceremony, he leapt up upon the buck's back again. But this time, the buck was more willing to cooperate, sharing the pleasure with his mate as the dominant stag took him again and again.

* * * *

"Well, well, Actaeon, you've been rather busy, haven't you?" Pan said as he sauntered into the clearing, looking rather smug.

Actaeon looked up from his grazing warily. He and his mate had continued their mating for hours until Actaeon felt he had no more to give, though he knew he could continue if he wished. But his mate, whose belly was filled with Actaeon's fawn, was beginning to grow quite large and so Actaeon had to stop his daily activities for the sake of the buck and their child and so that he could let his own fawn suckle hungrily at his swollen teats. Even so, his erection had only just faded, and at the sight of Pan it began to slowly engorge again.

Actaeon cursed, feeling his groin tingle. "What do you want now?"

Pan smiled wickedly. "Many things," he replied, inching closer to the stag, "but I'm here to issue you the orders for your third task, should you still wish to perform it."

Actaeon groaned, feeling his loins stir yet again at Pan's proximity. He could smell the rutting scent on Pan and it made him hopelessly aroused. "Please," he murmured, "just give me my final task so I can be done with this."

"Done with this?" the satyr asked, reaching out and rubbing the stag's flanks almost mechanically and without the lustful tenderness that his touch usually conveyed, "I highly doubt that such will be the case. In my experience, few mortals are ever unaffected by interaction with the gods and I would certainly not assume that you will be left unscathed by this experience.."

The stag rolled his eyes at Pan's last remark. The satyr had done nothing but manipulate and abuse him since they had first come into contact and he was not about to start taking the satyr's word on anything. "What is the task?"

Pan sighed, irritated that the stag was nearly finished with his punishment. He was, in Pan's opinion, rather entertaining to observe... "Your first task," he intoned, "was to replace the buck's mate and fawn that you killed, and you fulfilled it quite well." Actaeon shuddered, remembering the taking of his virginity. "Your second task," Pan continued, "was for you to create a herd, which you did by birthing a fawn and impregnating your mate with another. And I can tell you that Artemis is very happy with the services that you've provided thus far." His hand slipped under Actaeon's barreled chest and gently began to fondle the stag's sheath. "Very happy indeed."

Actaeon groaned as he felt his cock slide forth from his sheath, already beginning to stream precum from its slit. "And now?" he whispered.

The satyr breathed the scent of the horny stag's musk in eagerly. "Your final task," he said in a soft voice as his hand gripped the thick rod, "is to populate the herd."

Actaeon's head, which had been drooping due to the immense pleasure radiating from his penis and the weight of his massive antlers, jerked up sharply. "Populate the herd?!" he cried, his eyes wide in horror.

Pan gripped the deermeat harder, causing the stag to nicker. "I mean that you need to continue your breeding," he said, his voice ringing with laughter. "A herd cannot be but a buck and his two fawns. It needs to be a herd, an entire family all born and bred for the glory of Artemis. Do you not agree that she deserves as much?"

"Of - of course!" Actaeon said, his mind bleared from Pan's ministrations and not daring to insult Artemis again. "But you have no need of me now! You have a male already!"

Pan tilted his head to the side, still massaging Actaeon's manhood. "Well, yes," he said, "technically speaking we have a male. But that male is now little more than a female. Wild animals don't have the sharpest minds, you know. The pregnancy confuses him. And besides, we need a trustworthy deer not only to impregnate, but also to be impregnated.

"Then find another deer to do it!" Actaeon gasped, closing his eyes in pleasure as Pan gently prodded his finger into Actaeon's piss slit. The hole had still not quite closed up and while his entry was painful, it was also extraordinarily pleasurable.

Pan smiled wickedly again. "Oh, Actaeon, I don't see a reason why we should taint the herd with the seed of unworthy beasts. Besides, you and the buck make such an excellent team, I would hate to spoil your relationship." Actaeon desperately tried not to bleat in pleasure as Pan leaned down and lapped some of his precum that had forced its way past Pan's finger to rest on Actaeon's glistening tip. Looking up, Pan said, "Your task was to create a herd sacred to Artemis, not squander it with the offspring of lowly beasts. Would you really risk insulting her again?" The satyr suddenly stepped back, leaving Actaeon rampant and desperately aroused. "You must procreate with your children to continue the herd."

"No!" groaned Actaeon, "Enough of this madness! I am through with you and all of this!"

"Then you shall remain a stag!" Pan suddenly looked angry and Actaeon almost longed for the mischievous, lustful god that he usually had to deal with. An angry Pan was imposing indeed. "And as a stag, you shall wander the forest without your mind or humanity, nothing more than a beast! And while you run from your fifty hounds, whom Artemis will send hunting for you, I will pay a visit to your lovely wife. Perhaps she will join the herd as well, or, at least, help populate it. Would you like that? And I assure you, Actaeon, should your hounds hunt you, they will find you and they will kill you. Isn't that what you trained your precious dogs to do?"

Actaeon shivered, feeling suddenly vulnerable in his otherwise powerful form. He had seen his hounds bring down a kill before. And he had trained them to do it. And his wife - they had never been particularly close, as his first love was hunting and she knew that. But they had a fondness for one another and he couldn't bear to see her enslaved to this misery as he was. He sighed, again, feeling his penis twitch with lust.

"Very well," he said and he turned his gaze back to the clearing where his mates awaited him.