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Steve nursed his beer as Solutre finished a long, meandering tale of his brother's hilarious sexual exploits. It would have been funnier if he had been in a better mood, but he was watching Kits across the campus bar. He wasn't sure how the wolf had done it, but all he was able to do was watch helplessly as Kits chiseled away about half the team. Even now, Talesia and Siohrr were sitting with the newcomer, and if half the team hadn't left to the other bar with the better band, he was sure more would have been with the damned lupine. The rift in his team troubled him. What had he done wrong? Admittedly, most of those that had left were women, but he had never held that against them.

"-And so he comes to, and first he realizes she had spiked his drink. Then he realizes there's a live eel up his ass and she's blindfolded and cuffed him. He yells for help, and that's when the flare goes off. It took the band a week to clean the noodles off their instruments. He was just glad all the charges were dropped when the police figured out about the robot."

Dawn giggled as she downed her fourth shot, standing up without even a wobble to go either order drinks or find a guy worth ending the night for. Solutre flashed her a grin before looking worriedly at Steve.

"You okay man? You look like you're chewing on something bitter."

Steve snorted, flicking an ear in annoyance. He was a big buck, one of the stocky northern deer whose ancestors had interbred with wolves along their shared border enough that the slimmer, more graceful southern cervines looked like a different race. He was still built like all deer, with a lean, toned build and a slimmer lower body, but he was huge, bigger even than most wolves. He was able to look First Children wolves like Kits and Siohrr in the eye. Does found size attractive, and by the standards of does, Steve's massive, muscled body and broad rack proclaimed a man with plenty of attraction. He'd even caught Talesia staring a few times when they first met, but when he made advances she'd left in disgust, much like she had tonight.

"Just wondering why that damn wolf split up the team, and why Coach is letting him get away with it."

Solutre shrugged. He was an easygoing lion, and watching the deer and wolf battle for dominance of the team like everyone else was a passive prize annoyed him even as he felt no desire to get involved in the conflict.

"I dunno, man. You know Coach, it's probably some sort of mind-fuck test to see how you and he behave."

Steve nodded, his grim expression softening to something more pensive.

"I can believe that, but if this is a test, then what's the correct answer?"

Solutre shrugged again, a bit frustrated that was the only answer he could give.

"I thought you were the priest and counselor, buck."

Steve shook his head, glancing a bit severely at Solutre.

"Wolves have always been hard for the Sons of the Sun to follow, even more so in Tenedevon where we're living right across from them. We're used to women being far smaller and less aggressive than us. She-wolves make up half their army. We're used to dominance being a fluid, brotherly thing that shifts day by day. Wolves change hierarchy about as often as we drop antlers. We're so different it's a wonder we can make friends at all, let alone as often as we do."

Solutre couldn't resist returning to the crux of the matter.

"Still, why don't you and Kits get along? I mean, he speaks your language fluently and no one else does. Plus, his tiger is really rough. You, Siohrr, and Coach are the only ones he can speak to without sounding like an idiot. I'd think you two would get along well, if only because you and he can talk in your native tongue."

Steve grunted in frustration.

"It was like Petro all over again, but worse. I went up, said hello, explained that I was the team captain, and that he'd be answering to me from now on. He growled and said something like 'Grr! Me not serve you!'." Steve hunched forward and roughened his voice as best he could. Solutre chuckled.

"Wow, that's pretty dumb-sounding even for him."

"I know. I can't tell if he's dumber when he's mad or just can't speak tiger when it happens. So I mouth off and say he'd look a lot better if his dad had left him as a load running down his mom's thigh in Tenedevonian.. That's when he whips around and calls me a doe with handles in it with almost no accent at all. It shocks me enough I just stand there for a second realizing he understood me and he stalks off."

"Hey, I've warned you cussing people out in your native tongue's a bad idea. Do I have to tell you the time I called this vixen a raging, hateful sexpot and she maced me again?"

"No, it's just-"

Steve's phone chimed softly and he lifted it up to check who required him. It was his mentor and direct superior, Elder Valaskros. Steve sighed inwardly.

"Solutre, I've gotta go. Time to go be priest."

The lion nodded.

"I guessed as much. Your expression said it all. Good luck; you usually seem to need it."

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Steve gently opened the door, not knocking. The Temple office was small but tasteful, having sacrificed traditional size to maintain respectful quality on the far smaller budget a Temple outside The Theocracy's borders earned. Burnished bronze and copper traced over the wood and wicker furniture, illuming the desk and the many, many bookshelves in a warm reflection of the several prayer candles placed down to give praise and light in equal measure. The desk and one of the two chairs were already occupied, the desk by the familiar, wizened face of the Elder Valaskros, and the chair by a small, shivering buck with a tear-streaked grimace. Reflexively, Steve reached out his hands to console the smaller buck.

"Steven. Please sit down. We have a task for you. Samiel, I'm sorry, but can you please tell Steven your story?"

The little buck nodded. He looked central or southern, with dark-brown fur and ruddy highlights. He was smaller than Steve, only a head shorter but lacking his muscular upper body. Instead, he was lean and lithe. His rack was also much smaller, even by his ethnicity's standards, only a few points. Still, while he might not ever become a paragon of staggish masculinity, he was quite attractive, with expressive eyes and the smooth grace that was the ideal for every buck and stag, stocky or lithe. He spasmed softly, his mahogany body wracking with a sob he held in, as he began speaking.

"I-I came to the church because I had n-nowhere else to go. I've been living with my boyfriend here while I go to school. It was good at first, he was really sweet and attentive, even if he did seem a bit overprotective. Said that smaller bucks like me needed a bigger man to look out for them." His ears drooped sadly. "I'm starting to think he was right."

The Elder shook his head.

"We are all Sons of the Sun. He gave us all different gifts and burdens."

Steve bit his lip quietly. He wasn't sure religious platitudes would help with this subject. It was an order as old and as natural as the Sun Himself. Big bucks bullied smaller bucks. It was a fact of life. He had been on both sides, though far more often the bully than the bullied. Samiel continued.

"He started getting pushy, asking me who I was hanging out with, concerned I was being a 'momma's boy' when I went to visit my parents, wanting to make our accounts joint...Sunlord above, I was so stupid not to have seen it..."

Steve reached out gently, to rub Samiel's shoulder. The small buck leaned into the touch, looked up sadly, and then scooted his chair over to be beside the paler hart.

"He started hitting me when he was angry or jealous. It happened so slowly it never shocked me, it just started with him being harsher when our antlers locked, throwing me around afterwards, using his control to force me to do things outside what bucks normally fight over."

Steve nodded as Samiel leaned in against him tiredly. Bucks would be bucks, there'd always be ways stags used their size and strength to bully not-yet-stags and never-will-be-stags. However, there was a serious difference between teasing smaller bucks with friendly locking of antlers (which often led to more interesting, friendlier parts interlocking) and sustained harassment like he was hearing now.

"It was bad. He had control of the money and I didn't have any friends. I-I tried to call my family for help, and he caught me. H-he slammed m-me into the w-wall and..." Samiel didn't sob, instead gritting his teeth as tears traced darkened lines in his fur, finally spitting out the end of his sentence like hot bile "..he raped me." He curled up miserably as Steve looked at the Elder. Neither spoke for a moment. Finally, Steve broke the silence.

"Police?"

"Too homophobic. They'd just go 'Serves him right for being a fag." and hang up. The Elder's anger gave his voice a rough edge that matched a tigrine accent.

"So who?"

"Just The Church. If it were a wolf I'd know a few friends who'd take care of the stain on their pack's name, but it's one of ours who did this and one of ours who will clean it up."

Steve snorted in sudden understanding and a rush of desire to bring justice to this little red-tinged buck beside him.

"How far should I go?"

"We're not wolves. No killing. I'm informing the Templars in Emando, they'll be here to arrest him in three days, though I doubt he'll ever be found guilty of any crimes. You are to go, put the fear of Sun and Son into him, and recover any of Samiel's effects." the old deer sighed. "That is the official decision of the Elder of this Temple. In the decision of just some old stag, kick his ass up one side of your rack and down the other. Show him the Sun doesn't tolerate this behavior."

Steve nodded, some deep and primal part of him wanting to paw the earth and charge. Samiel unbundled himself and looked up at him with a strange, yearning stare. He felt it too. The Elder snorted softly to get their attention, breaking the accidental gaze.

"Samiel will also need a place to stay. The Temple has some spare covers and benches, but without being too forward I understand Steven has a bed specifically designed for multiple occupants."

Steven blushed as the Elder grinned, placing his hand on the buck's shoulder and giving him the traditional blessing. "Spread the Seed of the Sun far and wide, buck."

Samiel smiled gently at Steve's discomfort and leaned against the bigger deer.

"I'd prefer to stay with Steven, Elder." he looked up at him "If that's alright. You make me...feel safe." he wrapped a lithe arm around the bulkier male. Steven nodded. There was still a deep and primal part of him eager to charge forward and act...but it certainly didn't involve pawing at the earth anymore. He stood.

"Let's get you to my dorm, first."

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Steve strode calmly through the warmly breezy night, relieved to be alone. He certainly didn't mind Samiel's company, but now that the littler buck was safe and bedded down, he could concentrate solely on the task he had been given. He stopped at the gate to a small adobe house, checked the address with that in his hand, and walked through the lush shrubbery garden to the door.

He knocked twice.

The door opened to reveal a huge, stocky buck, wider than he was tall and not an ounce of fat to be seen. Steve held himself from stepping back, it was unnerving to encounter a deer as large as him. Even while most of him was judging his target and recalculating his plan of attack, his blood started singing eagerly at the suddenly-exciting challenge before him, aching for the orgasmic crack of bone on bone this fight promised.

His opponent was slightly shorter than him, but much more muscled, as solid-looking and dusty grey-brown as a boulder. His fur was paler and shaggier than Steve's, though it seemed stretched far tighter over his bigger muscles. He was shirtless, a dish towel draped over his shoulder parallel to his washboard abs, and comfortable, worn jeans tightly stretched over his legs. His face was as short and solid as his body, with a blunt muzzle and two dark-grey eyes shaped into a glare at the taller cervine.

"Yeah?"

"You Jasper Orekenos?"

"And if I am?"

Steve paused. He had planned to lash out unexpectedly, swift and furious with divine punishment. Now, that seemed too distant, too cowardly. Jasper looked like a true stag, virile and in the prime of his life. It left no doubt to the nature of the relationship between Jasper and Samiel, the small buck might as well have had "Doe" etched into his antlers, now that he saw the other deer in the pair. In a way, this had resolved itself into the stereotypical deer drama: two bucks fighting over a doe. It felt right, actually. Samiel had joined Steve's herd, and Steve felt as protective of the smaller buck as he would a doe. Jasper was a stag who had used Samiel as a doe, and Steve had stolen that doe from Jasper's harem. He thanked the Sun that what had once seemed a knotty problem had resolved itself into an honorable challenge, and he intended to take it as such. Let the Sun give him strength to prove what he had done was just.

"Then you harmed Samiel, a member of your herd. The Sun has come to cast judgment on you."

Jasper nodded grimly, stepping outside, not turning his back on Steve. He moved confidently, his bulk moving with a fluid grace almost as light as Samiel's, muscles rippling underneath the dusty greyish fur.

"So what did the little whore tell you?"

He began circling the golden buck. He smelled of Samiel, semen, and his own musky sweat. Steve snorted in response, turning slowly with him.

"Samiel told me how you beat him, isolated him, and raped him."

Jasper grunted dismissively.

"Slut deserved it. Draping himself over every male that came by, tail lifted, just begging to be mounted and used." Jasper grinned cruelly "I smell him on you. Did he tell you his sob story from around your cock or was he squealing it out from underneath you?"

They had stepped out into the garden now, surrounded by by the lush trees and shrubs, two bucks circling in challenge.

"He curled up against me in terror. He's a buck, he can lift tail to whoever he wants. If you dislike it, no one was keeping you together."

Steve quivered, holding himself back. He wanted to rush forward, bellowing and locking antlers and crushing this stag beneath his rising tide of testosterone. It was taking all his concentration just to stay focused on naming Jasper's crimes. He hoped that the rising pressure that was narrowing his vision was divine fury, that this was what stags felt like when they took their first doe from her father in ritual combat.

"Ha! Even if that were true I can still smell how bad you want him. I'd wager my next doe that you'll be balls-deep in him before anyone else."

Steve's last rational thought as he charged, bellowing at this buck (or was it stag? Was Samiel truly a doe? His mind could no longer handle the complexities) was that the words hurt him so much because they were probably true. Even this thought dissolved in violence and lust as their racks locked.

Jasper grinned, and as they grappled together Steve realized how well he had been goaded, giving the greyer buck full control of the time and position of the fight. Jasper used this to thrust Steve back into the bushes. Steve had leverage with his height, but Jasper was strong, and getting to choose when Steve attacked him had only increased that advantage.

"Little golden fawn from the Temple wants to rut with the big boys, eh? Too bad your brains are smaller than your dick!"

Steve reached for a grip on Jasper and the stocky buck complied, each grabbing the other's arms as their antlers grated and clacked against each other. Now fully engaged in the challenge, Steve didn't lose focus, but felt his awareness expand back to normal, and then beyond. Everything was noticeable. Everything mattered. Each twist and grind of antlers made his balls ache in desire, and he could see Jasper's length, as thick and powerful as the buck himself, straining against his jeans. Steve's cock was out too; to every stag, the battles of rutting were violently arousing even before does in heat were added. He could feel the heaving breath and soft grunts and snorts of both of them, Jasper's ever so slightly more ragged. While he could only feel his own stinking, hormone-laden sweat drip off him to splatter on the ground, Jasper's pelt had darkened with his own exertion just as much. Steve could smell him and Jasper both, reeking of lust and aggression as they struggled, the softer musk of Samiel floating between them as an afterthought.

For all his new awareness, he still could not think. Tug, twist, push, pull, step, and tug again, his body knowing the rhythm to a song he'd never played before. It was a battle between males that was older than law, older than fire, older than language, or hands, or even thought. As they snorted and struggled for dominance in this garden in the city, they were fundamentally unchanged from their sires eons ago in some primordial forest glen, dancing the same brutal dance of breeding-rights that originally forged their race.

Steve had never been so hard-pressed off the field. Jasper was as strong as him, maybe stronger, and had so much more experience that only natural talent and luck had kept Steve in the game at all. His legs ached as much as his balls, and his cock and arms both throbbed slowly. His longer reach and wider rack helped keep Jasper at bay, but it felt like a losing battle.

Jasper was losing faster, fortunately. Steve was a scholarship athlete. Being run to exhaustion almost every day left him more stamina to work with even if he burnt more than Jasper with every move. Both were growing tired and sloppy, and so Steve began to gain the edge.

It happened so fast that Steve didn't realize what he was doing until he was halfway through it. Jasper surged forward, hard, and stumbled just a bit over a broken-off stick of the bush he had first driven Steve into. That small pause was all Steve needed to thrust up and over with a rough bellow, sending Jasper sprawling. As the downed buck started to lift himself, Steve leapt atop him, pinning him with a harsh snort.

"Do you submit?" Steve grunted roughly, intoning the formal words every fawn had drilled into them.

There was a long pause as Jasper struggled, his arms pinned, unable to get any greater effect that tired grunts from both of them.

"...I submit. You are the stronger male." Jasper snarled the reply just as formally. "Fucker." His body relaxed, limp in defeat.

Steve choked back a bellow of victory. He was exhausted, but all he could feel was elation and power. He felt incredible, strong and virile and ready to celebrate victory. No wonder they did this, he realized. No wonder bucks rutted, struggled, and even died in this challenge every year. Even without does around to join his harem he was ready to breed. In fact, he was painfully, aggressively aroused. He felt Jasper panting tiredly beneath him, and could easily smell the losing buck's arousal. Even the defeated were ready to fuck after a fight.

Jasper didn't struggle as Steve roughly yanked down his failed challenger's shorts to reveal a white rump as muscled as the rest of him. Still exhausted to helplessness, Jasper only lifted his head in protest as Steve grabbed his left antler for leverage and unzipped his fly to reveal his manhood. Steve's cock was modest in girth like most deer, but the sheer length earned a soft exhalation of fear from Jasper. He'd been in Steve's position several times, but this was the first challenge he'd lost where the winner took his spoils this way. Steve grinned cruelly as he saw Jasper's expression, the thrill of dominance awakening a mean streak he didn't know he had.

"The wager was your first doe that I'd cum under Samiel's tail before anyone else. I think I'll take you up on that bet now."

Any retort of Jasper's was lost in a soft squeak as Steve twisted his right nipple as far as it would go. Even with his hands suddenly free, he was too tired and demoralized to struggle effectively, the tawny buck above him having straddled his waist and gripped his antler solidly. He clamped his tail over his rump as fully as he could, making Steve chuckle.

"Can't take what you dish out, eh?" He leaned in close, being rocked a bit by Jasper's feeble attempts to squirm free. "That just makes this more fun."

Jasper moaned in shame as he was penetrated, but stopped as it cane up short, too short to be Steve's dick. The confusion made him all the more vulnerable as Steve's fingers curled and tugged upwards, earning a pained yelp from the defeated buck as his rump was yanked into a more convenient position for the victor.

"The best part is, you want it Jasper. You know I've beaten you, that I'm the stronger male. You wanna lift tail and get bred like some doe. I've got half a hand inside you and your erection's harder than ever. You're gonna enjoy this a lot more if you relax and listen to that erection, buck."

Steve's length stroked between Jasper's cheeks, leaving slick trails of pre through the thick white fur.

"Fuck yoaaahhh...!" Jasper's back arched as Steve thrust in deep, his bellow of violation cut short as Steve pinched his cocktip roughly.

Steve grunted in lust, mocking reply forgotten as Jasper's pink ring tightened in fear, slowly absorbing his length with greedy gulps, too tight and virgin for the winner to care about anything but filling it more. It clenched spasmodically every time Steve's tip jabbed into a new, untouched spot, it's violation making it seize and jerk as it was overwhelmed by the invading shaft. The golden cervine reached down with his free right hand and slowly rubbed Jasper's tip, just enough to tease the bottoming buck. Jasper was getting fucked no matter what, but it'd be easier if he accepted his fate.

Jasper moaned softly at the touch, is cock throbbing a hot load of pre onto the offered hand, half from desire, half from Steve's thick meat roughly milking it from his prostate. He hated this. He was already full of Steve, the buck's big cock not even hilted yet and more on the way! It was all he could do to stop his tail from lifting submissively. He had no say, no control even over his own body. The buck atop him would do whatever he pleased. Jasper had betrayed his body by losing, and now his body was betraying him by loving every rough inch forced into it.

Steve snorted softly as he hilted. He could feel Jasper straining, trying not to enjoy it, but Steve knew Jasper's enjoyment at this point was entirely academic, overridden by his own defeated, submissive body. Even now he was throbbing and moving with Steve like they had shared a hot date. Steve groaned in pleasure as he began the rough, forceful thrusts into the loser's rump his body had been aching for since winning, Jasper's tight ring working overtime to flex around him in distress, trying to dislodge him even as each new thrust earned a deeper groan of lust and a larger load of pre.

Jasper whimpered, his ass tightening in fear every time Steve pulled back, the shame far more awful than the big deer dick slapping wetly inside him. His tail lifted pitifully, half-flagged in desire and submission as he began to buck back against the deer atop him, pleasuring himself pathetically, rutted into by the new stag. Steve didn't break rhythm or say anything mocking as Jasper gave in and savored the potent male atop him, the taller buck too busy enjoying his hot, pre-slicked hole by now to care.

Steve's motions became rougher as he lost what little finesse he had to the growing ache in his balls, pounding into the grunting buck beneath him with increasing sloppiness as his orgasm approached. His grip on Jasper tightened in reaction, until the buck beneath him was squirming and grunting it pain at the hard clench on his manhood...but still pumping into it with animalistic abandon anyway.

Jasper came first, suddenly twitching and writhing beneath Steve as he groaned, hot musky buckseed spilling out from between Steve's tightly-clenched fingers as the dun buck emptied himself into the soil beneath. As he came, his tight rump spasmed hard around Steve's jackhammering length, and while Steve tried to draw himself out longer, he felt his balls draw up. Before he could stop himself, he threw his head back in a proud bellow of dominance and virility and shouted his release to the night. His semen boiled from his tip in stringy blasts deep into Jasper's gut, filling the losing stag with a frothy token of defeat.

Steve panted in release, feeling ready to collapse, but his hips still thrust even as his front really did collapse tiredly atop Jasper, barely missing getting gored as his front and all of Jasper fell flat. Steve groaned as his overstimulated length twitched and pulsed, empty of seed but continuing to orgasm, unable to stop pumping into the hot ass beneath him. He continued pounding weakly for a while more as he felt his lengthy piece go half-limp in release, but it soon started throbbing hotly with blood again, ready for a second round. Jasper groaned softly and raised his ass, his own erection swelling to half-mast as he invited Steve to give them both another round, eager to be pumped dry by a cock milking him from the inside a second time.

Steve obliged, his upper body still too tired to support itself, so he settled for roughly, lazily pounding into the offered rump, his sweat and his bottom's commingling as each rough thrust squished a bit of his sticky seed out of Jasper's tailhole. The hot seed ran down his balls and made the second fucking slick and easy from the start, Jasper overflowing with the winner. Steve moaned softly as his balls bounced firmly against Jasper's with each deep thrust, making both deer squirm. Jasper rubbed against Steve, arched back begging for more and rougher thrusts. Steve obliged as best he could, cock fully hard and eagerly engaged in reaming Jasper silly again.

Jasper shut his eyes and grit his teeth, savoring the rough fuck, each slick slap earning a soft grunt and coaxing his ass a little higher. He was a slut, ready for more seed, his own balls covered in a cooling slick of the winning buck and waiting for a chance at a fresh coat. He arched his back more, welcoming the hot release of sex for his burning shame and lust from the challenge. Each new sloppy penetration brought him closer, even as Steve removed his hand to brace himself to make his exhausted thrusts more coherent. Jasper snorted in displeasure when he felt the warm, messy grip on his undercarriage remove itself, but the snort broke into a soft moan as Steve aimed more at Jasper's prostate, getting pleasure out of his doe beneath him writhing in desire.

Steve panted, getting closer, his entire body shaking in exhaustion as he stayed firm in both stamina and cock solely from the rush of winning. He shifted his hand away from the deer beneath him and used it to give him better leverage for thrusts, his balls burning and swollen with hot seed again, ready to fill the slut below him. He savored Jasper's moans and squirms, feeling his orgasm kindling deep in his balls as an eager, burning ache of pleasure he couldn't wait to pour out into the buck beneath him.

Jasper wriggled slowly as the big, sweaty buck atop him grew swifter and swifter in his thrusts, gritting his teeth and giving himself over to the pleasure, slowly feeling his balls draw up as he was fucked to orgasm by the severity of the rutting atop him alone.

Steve beat him to the punch, throwing back his head in an orgasmic bellow for a second time and hammering the pseudo-doe beneath him wildly as buckshot erupted stickily into the grayer buck, refilling the hollows squeezed empty by his maleness since last orgasm. Jasper grunted and strained, trying to will himself the last few steps to orgasm, but Steve all too rapidly finished and lay panting atop him. He struggled, too weak to worm his hands under the weight of two big bucks.

"The Templars will be here in three days. It's your word against Samiel's, so you'll most likely walk."

Steve braced himself weakly, aimed his softening cock, and hilted roughly into Jasper again, gripping his antlers for leverage.

"I'm to make sure you realize there are still consequences."

He hilted again.

"I'm going in and getting what Samiel asked me to get. Then I'll leave."

He jammed into the dun buck a final time and Jasper spasmed and groaned, emptying his seed on the ground as he writhed in shame and lust.

"Samiel's mine now. I won him from you. Got it?"

Without waiting for an answer he stood up and began marching to the house, scooping his clothing up on the way.

"Hey, Steve." Jasper grunted angrily. The dusty buck was slowly levering himself up from the semen-stained dirt he had been mashed into.

"Yeah?"

"You've got a lot of talent. Could snag you a big harem someday. Just go train under someone who'll teach you, Sun above knows I won't."

Steve paused and nodded, surprised by the defeated buck's congeniality, though he himself also felt no ill will, even though he'd wanted to beat the buck who had hurt Samiel to a pulp just an hour ago. He wished he could settle his troubles with Kits like this, like bucks. A brutal fight, a more brutal fuck, and then at the end, no hard feelings and the winner walking away with the prize. He felt his tired cock swell just a little at the thought of putting that wolf in his place and taking back control of the team.

"I will. Thank you." He replied with soft solemnity.

When he exited the house with an armful of Samiel's immediate effects later, Jasper was gone. All that was left was the musky and torn earth they had both writhed atop of, garnished with a few pearly gobs of deer semen. Steve nodded quietly to no one in particular, and set out for his dorm.