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It didn't strike me as something that I should have been even remotely worried about, brushing past my host into his dimly lit home at such a late hour.

I had been talking to him often enough online, even performed for him with my webcam on those rare nights that my parents were out of the house. He even reciprocated with short clips of himself, and those had only fuelled my desire to do whatever I could to please him. I was fully aware that it might not have been healthy for me, but when a moose reveals a fat flaccid shaft, something in you just snaps and you become willing to do almost anything to be able to taste it...

The door shut behind me, and the click of the lock made my ears twitch as a wave of thrilled excitement washed over my slender body.

"Pleased to see your handlebars have grown back." The massive moose pressed himself up against my smaller frame, one hand gripping one of my small antlers and pulling my head back to expose my neck.

He pressed his broad nose into my lush fur, drawing in my scent while his free hand came to rest on my waist. The shorts I wore hugged my slim waist snugly, and the fabric was thin enough that it might as well have not been there at all; a personal challenge to myself.

My host lived only a few blocks from where I lived, so I opted to make my way to his place wearing as little as possible, just to show him that I wasn't playing around. The shorts he was presently pushing down my thighs, and the tightly fitted zip-up hoodie that had kept the evening chill from my torso.

Of course I didn't wear anything underneath the sweater. The fact that I had walked three blocks in nothing more than that and what were essentially boxer-briefs had thrilled me in a way I hadn't expected it to. It seemed so taboo, so risky...

The massive cervine groped and rubbed my now exposed thigh, his fingers sliding through my fur, soon to be joined by the hand that had been gripping my antler. My shorts were pushed down to my knees, leaving me bare and open to his attentions, which only grew more possessive as he felt the thin strings of my thong resting low on my hips and disappearing into the cleft of my backside.

I flagged my tail up for him, thrilled and terrified as I felt the bulge within his pyjama pants press and grind against me. He would easily be the biggest I had ever had, and the idea that I would take every inch of him seemed both outlandish and euphoric at the same time. If it took all night of easing and stretching and lubing and forcing, I _would_take it all...

"Open door, head downstairs." I opened the eyes I didn't even realize I had closed, seeing the cracked door a dozen feet away that led to the basement of the house.

It broke my little deer heart to pull away from his overwhelming presence, but I did as I was told, pulling up my shorts only far enough that I could walk unimpeded. I'm sure the way they cupped the bottom of my cheeks gave the moose behind me a pleasing sight as well...

The dainty taps of my hooves as I stepped down the stairs were drowned out by the heavy thuds of my host as he followed close behind me, making my dick twitch in the straining pouch of my thong. Maybe that was the allure of size difference to me; the fact that if he wanted to, the older male could have broken me in any number of ways and never break a sweat. If I found myself pinned under him, which I fully expected to happen, I wouldn't be able to escape or wriggle free simply due to his sheer size compared to skinny little me.

I hopped off the bottom step into a surprisingly lavishly decorated man cave, and I took a moment to imagine the sports ball parties that must have been hosted in the space.

A small bar sat in the far opposite corner, seemingly hand-made of a lovely shade of dark red wood. Two couches sat in a 'V' shape before a large wall-mounted television, and looked very well worn, but also very well taken care of. I couldn't see a single stain on the black fabric of either piece of furniture, which honestly surprised me.

There was a pool table to my right, and even a poker table in the far left corner, and I had to admit, though I wasn't a player of any of those games nor a watcher of sports, I would have loved to have been a part of any gathering in such a room.

"Door to the left." A large hand clapped against my exposed ass, making me jump before I turned my head in the direction the moose mentioned.

A simple door was set into the wall, and I pushed it open without a moment's thought.

I don't blush often, but the wave of heat and the overpowering scent of sweat and simple maleness hit me like a wall as the portal opened. My cock jumped, my tailhole flexed, and drool flooded my muzzle as I took a single step forward into the darkness.

There was a click of a light behind me, and the shadows were instantly sharpenedby the dim blue glow of LED light strips running along the upper corners of the walls.

A low, wide loveseat that had clearly seen even rougher use than the couches outside rested against the wall in front of me. A dresser with another television, smaller than the one in the main room, sat against the wall to my right, with three sets of firmly closed drawers. The overpowering stench of the room made it impossible for me to think of any purpose of the dresser other than to store various toys and lubes, and that made me shiver in spite of the heat.

I stepped fully into the room, somewhat surprised my host didn't force me in before he joined me.

When the door to the room closed, I felt an unfamiliar tingle of fear.

I felt myself start to sweat in my hoodie as the moose brushed past me, walking over to the loveseat, then turning to face me. With the dim blue lights just barely higher than his head, his eyes were shrouded in shadow, as was most of the rest of his body. His long broadmuzzle and rack were the most prominently highlighted parts of him illuminated by the lights, and while his widebare chest was just as visible, my eyes decided to skip over thelarge discs of his pecsin favour of the more prominent bulge between his powerful legs.

The light seemed to catch that particular region better than the rest of his body, even withthe curves of his biceps and meaty forearms flexed across his chest, my eyes were locked on that imposing prize hidden behind a simple layer of cotton fabric.

"You want it?" His deep voice took on a new element in this darkened room, bringing to my mind a plethora of demonic entities from the games I played that all shared the same resonant voice.

I nodded my head weakly, swallowing a mouthful of saliva just to keep myself from drooling openly.

"Come."

I nearly did.

My hooves moved on autopilot instead, bringing me closer to the beast standing in front of me, stopping only when I was within arms reach of him and his arms uncrossed. One of his large hands took a hold of the neck of my hoodie, while the other gripped the zipper and began pulling it down. I looked up into the black pools under his brow, feeling his gaze sneak in between the opening folds of my sweater, devouring the sight of my narrow waist, my trim stomach, my pert nipples, my slender neck...

He released my sweater when it hung open completely, the moose opting then to lower himself back onto the loveseat behind him. The somewhat innocent bulge I had been ogling a moment before now looked more like a mountain resting between his legs, and it made me gulp involuntarily.

The moose had sent me pictures and even a short video or two before, but now I was here looking at it in person. I was so close to finally wrapping my fingers around it, if I could even manage that...

"Shorts off." He casually ordered.

I didn't want to risk letting my host get bored. I wanted him to keep me here all weekend, to call me back again and again as the weeks and months progressed, so I opted to slowly push my shorts down my long legs. I bent forward, carrying the fabric to the floor while showing off my flexibility, with the side benefit of dipping my muzzle between his knees. Though the stench of the room was strong, the whiff I caught as I hung my head in that space left me somewhat light-headed before I stood myself up straight again.

I stepped forward as he patted his bulging thigh, spreading my legs enough to set my knees onto the cushions on either side of the larger male's wide waist. Placing my hands on his tensing shoulders, I settled myself into his lap, gently grinding down against his package while my own strained within the swiftly dampening pouch of my thong. The bulge now resting under my tail felt like it should have always beenthere, it fit so snugly between my gently squeezing cheeks.

His hands reached up into my sweater, taking a hold of me just under my arms before sliding slowly down my writhing sides to my hips. Even though I was sitting on top of him, the moose didn't need to adjust his neck in the least to look me in the eyes.

I think I squeaked a little when his hands moved back to grip my ass, but before the sound registered in my own ears his lips pressed against mine, and I found my muzzle being forced open insistently by a broad wet tongue. His saliva flooded my mouth as I pressed back into the embrace, a drop or two, or a glob or three escaping from the corners of our mouths to drip down to his bare chest all while his hands roughly squeezed and separated my ass cheeks.

The grunt he made as he slipped a finger under the back string of my thong to press at my winking tail hole drowned out the sound of my moan, and the hammering of my heart in my own ears drowned out the bleat I would have let out as that digit pressed easily into me. The large tongue sliding around in my muzzle made any attempt at sound that I could make utterly pointless, so I was relegated to pathetic mewling moans as I was worked over from both ends.

I couldn't stop myself from grinding back against his squeezing hand and his questing finger, finding myself impaled with a second digit moments after the first hadset up a steady rhythm of pushes and pulls. The stretch of just those two meaty appendages was already turning me into a quivering wreck, the heat of the room sinking deeper into my fur and body and drawing more sweat from me. I should have been worried about dehydrating at that point, but I didn't care.

I figured the bulge I was pressing myself down against would provide all the hydration I would need when the time came.

The moose's free hand suddenly released my backside, reaching up to one of my short velvet covered antlers and grabbing onto it. My head was pulled firmly backwards, my muzzling releasing an almost deafening gasp as our mouths separated and I was finally able to draw in the first proper breath I could since the kiss began.

I panted heavily as he held me away from his body, unable to even appreciate the sensation of his eyes devouring the sight of me as I writhed in his lap, his fingers stillworkingover my tail hole. I lifted a hand to my forehead, running my fingers back through my hair, giving the older male a wonderful show of my body as my sweater lifted away from my torso.

"Fucking slut." He growled apparently in response.

I felt a surge of pride at that moment, the hand on top of my head remaining where it was to keep my goods on full display in the dim light, while my other hand reached out to rest on his thickly muscled shoulder. The heat of the room was sending me into a frenzy of energy, my hips grinding roughly against my hosts crotch while simultaneously trying to goad his fingers even deeper under my tail.

When he spread his legs wide, I was caught utterly off guard.

The hand on my ass shifted,closingdown roughly on my hip, the fingers that had been ravaging my hole withdrawing so swiftly I almost didn't notice their absence at first. He pulled my hip away from him, letting my bodyweight pull me back down between his knees and towards the shaggy rugbelow.

My legs remained on top of his thighs, resting in the crevices on either side of the moose's bulging package. He was leaning forward now, suddenly fully shadowed under the dim blue lights high above us, and I shivered momentarily before he pulled me by the antler further away from his seat. My hands hit the rug, scrambling to push my body along the floor in response to the rough pulling, but my host had only needed to pull me far enough away to have enough room to slam his knees down on either side of me.

He turned into a shadowy demon then and there; hunched over my body completely silhouettedagainst the blue light behind him, the imposing rack sprouting from either side of his head threatening me, daring me to try and fight back. His massive bulk keptme pinned to the ground without even needing to touch me.

Well, aside from the hand around my antler, and the mass between his legs pressing against my upturned ass.

He pulled his hips back enough to let my legs slip down to the floor, then adjusted his own massive trunks so his knees sat on either side of my slender hips.

I couldn't see well enough into the inky blackness of his body, but I saw his free hand move towards his crotch, and I felt him pull the front of his pyjama pants down. The weight that flopped out onto my lower stomach sent an electric chill through me.

Just as I lifted my arms to try and take a hold of that shadowed beast dripping onto my stomach, the moose released my antler and my hip, his hands grabbing hold of my wrists and wrenched my arms above my head. It only took one of his hands to keep thempinned together, freeing the other one to disappear back into the shadows under the larger male's body, no doubt grabbing hold of what I had been so close to finally wrapping my fingers around.

"Hungry for it, aren't you?" I glanced up at where the larger male's eyes would be, his massive antlers adding so much to the imageof adangerous demon that he exuded in the low light.

Before I could answer, I felt the moose slap his large cock against my stomach, the weight of it making me grunt in surprise.

My host shuffled forward on his knees, keeping a hold of his stiff shaft and slapping it down against my bare fur as he went, a massive set of balls dragging along behind him. I couldn't appreciate the spots of wetness each smack left behind as my brain was forced to acknowledge the stench of his cock the closer it got to my nose.

I whimpered, craning my head forward in an attempt to finally taste that pillar of flesh that had been tormenting my dreams for weeks now, but he stopped shuffling and held the oozing tip just beyond the reach of my twitching nose. His musk was overwhelming; the scent of a cock that had been trapped in clothing for a whole day, perhaps longer. The stale sweat, the tangy smell of precum that had been spilled hours before...

A small rivulet of drool dripped down from the corner of my muzzle, just as a healthy glob of precum dripped down from the end of the cervine's cock and onto my chest.

"P-please..." I begged, a blush burning on my face.

"Good boy." I hardly registered the compliment before the wet tip of the moose's cock slid across my eager lips, smearing his precum against me for a moment just as my tongue flashed out.

I slipped it underneath my hosts musky foreskin, drowning myself in the flavour of a day of hard work and fresh pre. He gave me just enough space that I could suckle on the fat head of his shaft, but not much more, not that I could force my tongue past his heavy foreskin anyways. For the moment, I was utterly content, and the bigger male seemed equally happy to finally have a warm mouth attending to him.

It didn't take long for him to want more though, and I wasn't prepared when he shuffled his knees just a few inches further up.

The new angle made it easy for him to push his hips forward, instantly driving his shaft to the back of my throat and just that small bit beyond to kick my gag reflex. I had grown accustomed to average dicks, and had been practising with a long toy I had hidden in my bedroom, but this...

My eyes screwed shut automatically, as if trying to process sight was too much for my brain to handle as I fought to keep my stomach from rising up through my throat. I struggled against the moose's grip, desperate to ease the burden on my throat as quickly as I could while my legs spasmed below.

"Come on," The moose grunted, pulling his hips back just enough that he could withdraw his cock and firmly, almost painfully, slap me across the muzzle with it. "Slut like you can't deepthroat this, what's the point of keeping you?"

I don't know if I would have been able to respond, to defend myself against his insult, but any retort I could have come up with died in my throat as he pushed his shaft back into my muzzle. Inch after inch pressed past my lips at a slower pace than he had shown the first time, but as my throat began to restrict and my stomach started to flip this time, he didn't stop.

Drawing in desperate breaths through my nose, I did what I could to relax, fighting the unpleasant churning in my stomach and focusing more on the overpowering taste of the larger cervine's flesh. I closed my eyes again in concentration, tears running freely in streams as I took an extra inch, then another.

I swallowed, and another inch, maybe more, suddenly sank into me.

My eyes snapped open in fear, but if my body was about to try to expel the massive throbbing intruder, it was failing miserably. Whatever gag reflex remained to me could do no more than make my stomach clench again and again while my feet kicked and strained against the base of the loveseat. My host grunted contentedly, holding himself where he was and savouring my weak struggles as he flexed his cock a few times. His free hand firmly patted the side of my muzzle, his nuts draped over my throat with each large orb sagging down to eitherside.

"Not bad." He said, pulling back a fraction of an inch just to hump forward again. "At least I can work with this."

I couldn't be sure how long he carried on like that; pulling his hips back by small margins just to drive them forward again and again. I took my breaths in through my nose when I could, my lungs burning and my throat aching to the point where I would have rather he pulled out completely. Even if that meant him sending me home, I would have had such an experience...

Of course, that would have meant that within a week I would be messaging him again, begging for another try...

The moose didn't strike me as the type to offer second chances, and that was enough to strengthen my resolve.

Tears still rolled back across my face from my eyes as my throat was viciously assaulted by his slow, deep thrusts, My gag reflex had all but given up on trying to force his cock out of my mouth, having been bludgeoned into utter submission by the weight of the shaft sliding back and forth. I couldn't even move my tongue as it was pinned to the bottom of my mouth...

"Good boy." My host huffed again, working just a bit more of his musky cock into my muzzle with each movement.

I could barely appreciate the stench of the thick bush of pubic fur my nose was pressed into when he finally bottomed out.

Day-old sweat suffused my senses. My forgotten cock, flaccid as it now was after the ordeal of taking the beast in my muzzle, sprung to life once more, stretching my thong away from my groin as his stench gave me new life. Sports bags, jocks, undershirts, none of those could compare to the weight of the smell pouring over me with each shallow hump the moose gave, and the size of him seemed much easier to take as I breathed in that hot, heavy air.

How long we stayed like that, I couldn't tell. Enough time had passed that rivulets of precum and my own saliva were drooling from the corners of my stretched muzzle, soaking into my hair and dripping onto the carpet below me. I was accustomed to my place now, eagerly accepting the full length of the older moose pinning me down as he ground his hips against my muzzle.

He thought it was time to move on, however.

The moose's free hand grabbed onto my hip, and as he pulled his hips further and further away from my muzzle he began to roll me over onto my stomach. I had forgotten what a proper breath of air was at that point, my mind turned to chaos as the thick cock that had been choking me slipped wetly from my lips and a gasping breath entered my lungs.

I couldn't appreciate the glob of saliva that splattered down between my cheeks as my hands were released and I brought one to my throat. Rubbing at the throbbing soreness andmy aching jaw, I only registered what was now happening when I felt the blunt, saliva-soaked head of my host's cock press between my cheeks, straight against my only modestly prepared hole.

My body tensed up as he teased my ring with his fat head.

"Gave you plenty of work," The heat of the larger cervine's body became amplified as he lowered his bulk over me, planting both of his hands on the floor on either side of my head. "And you left enough spit on me that I don't think we need lube."

That scared me, and I weakly tried to pull myself forward and away from his questing shaft, only for one of his hands to clamp down on my shoulder to hold me in place.

"Besides," He continued, pressing more firmly against me until, with a strained gasp from my throat, his head popped inside. "Hardly any fun if I just slip inside you with no effort..."

My fingers clenched and pulled at the thick shag carpet, thin squeaks escaping my ravaged throat as he continued to press more of his shaft into me. His saliva had been a help, but the fluid I left on his shaft would never have been able to replace proper lube.

I clenched my teeth, pressing my head into the floor hard in an attempt to distract myself from the growing ache under my tail as I was spread open. I felt like I was being taken for the first time all over again, but I was having an easier time of this than I had been deepthroating that monster at least. The hand that had been gripping my shoulder disappeared, sliding slowly across my neck, and I felt such a rush of fear in that moment I almost screamed.

It remained there for only a moment though, before moving downtomy slender hips, squeezing me and pulling me in short bouncing motions back towards the moose's crotch.

"Come on, slut," He grunted from behind, giving my hips a firm tug that sunk a full inch into me and drew a startled bleat from my muzzle. "Show me that you want this."

I could feel sweat running from my underarms; the hoodie I still wore coupled with the heat of the small room putting any humid summer days I had been through to shame. That, coupled with the stench of sweat and sex that permeated every part of the room, hadfired me up, fuelling my second wind.

I pressed myself back onto his cock, bouncing forward a moment later just to use that momentum to sink backwards again. Each movement earned me another half an inch, and as I picked up my desperate pace, I noticed my host remove his hands from my hips. Looking over my shoulder, I saw the massive cervine reclining with his arms stretched behind his head, the soft blue light highlighting his broad chest and solid stomach as he happily let his toy impale itself on his length.

My bounces were soon met with his upward thrusts, and before I knew it, the clap of my ass against his crotch was beginning to fill the small humid space. Every time he hilted himself under my tail, I grunted as the air was forced from my lungs, and I let out feminine gasps whenever we pulled apart.

"You're actually not a bad fuck, slut," The moose hunched over my back again, his hands finding my shoulders as his hips began picking up their pace. "Gonna be the talk of the fuckin' town when I'm done with you."

The smacks of our bodies colliding grew as my host put more and more power behind his thrusts, the grip he had on my shoulders ensuring my body wouldn't be bounced too far away from him. My gasps were becoming silent, my throat drying out as my muzzle hung open, the raunchy scents filling the room registering even on my taste buds and making me even hungrier for my moose top to utterly ruin me.

His heavy sack smacked hard against the backs of my thighs, pulling up closer to his body with each pounding thrust he forced into me. His breathing became louder, heavier, and his grip on my shoulders turned downright painful as he held me down. Each time he thrust forward, my body barely moved, but as he pulled back for the next thrust, my ass followed him, ensuring each pound had him bury every available inch of cock under my tail.

My upper body was limp, my hands reaching up to hold on to the larger ones squeezing down on my shoulders and keeping my upper half from collapsing onto the ground. When he came, he came with a wall-rattling bellow of dominance that almost hurt my ears.

Pressure built under my tail as he unloadedinto me. His hips grinding against my abused backside with an occasional full thrust thrown in for good measure. He sat back on his lower legs, keeping his grip on me as he rode his orgasm to its twitching, throbbing end.

I gulped dryly, my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth as I panted in the moose's lap. Letting go of one of his hands, I slipped my own down between my legs, fingers slipping through my defiled fur until I found that monster of a sack resting below me. It was thrilling to imagine how much he forced into me, especially given how my hand was only just big enough to cup one of his balls.

Just.

A moment of awkward shifting was all it took to leave me sitting fully in his lap, his legs stretched out comfortably on either side of my own. I didn't think I could have stood up, and I was thrilled that the big bull moose wasn't already pulling his cock out of me and ushering me towards the front door.

"Saturday night," He said, his deep voice betraying none of the exertion of the past hour. "Be here by ten."

I weakly ground my ass down against his crotch, earning a grunt from behind me and a sudden, firm grip on the back of my neck.

"Saturday. Ten." He accentuated his words with firm squeezes, and I let myself return to my passive state.

"Y-yes sir..." I said quietly, continuing to lovingly fondle his sack.

"Wear this," He snapped the string of my thong, now damp, against my waist. "Got a friend who likes this shit."