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© Cederwyn Whitefurr

24th September, 2024

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Ewan sat in his small, dimly lit bedroom, the glow of multiple screens illuminating his fur as he prepared for another livestream. His heart raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He adjusted the cameras one last time, ensuring it captured the perfect view of his bed and the array of adult toys lined up on the small table beside it. This was his world—a hidden realm where he could shed the burden of societal expectations and embrace a side of himself that remained a secret to those around him.

By day, he was a 23-year-old elk buck, navigating the trials of college life and student debt while working a minimum-wage job at a fast-food restaurant. But when the sun dipped below the horizon, and he had a night off, he transformed into a seductive persona for his online fans, engaging in acts of self-pleasure and vulnerability that would make his friends and co-workers shudder in disbelief.

Ewan had stumbled upon this world purely out of necessity, the allure of easy money pulling him in like a moth to a flame. The thought of using his body as a commodity made him feel dirty, but the paycheck that arrived at the end of the month was enough to justify his actions. His secret life allowed him to pay for tuition, rent, and the occasional indulgence without sinking deeper into debt.

Tonight, he felt particularly anxious as he prepared for his performance. His fans were eager for more intimate content, and Ewan found himself drawn to their attention, craving the validation that came with their admiration—_and—_their money. He took a deep breath, letting the nervous energy wash over him, and flipped the switch to start the livestream.

Kneeling on his bed, he gazed towards the blinking lights of the camera, his dark eyes reflecting the live feed, ensuring his head wasn't shown. It was part of his stagecraft after all. The 'Anonymous Elk'.

He panted several times before he shivered, watching the countdown. Before he adopted his persona, his silky smooth voice rang out.

“Welcome, herd members,” Ewan's voice was like butter over warm toast, smooth and alluring. “Let's get this show started, shall we?”

The chat exploded with comments and emojis, the familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. Ewan smiled, but his heart pounded as he picked a toy at random, the cool silicone contrasting sharply against his warm fur. As butterflies danced in his stomach, he applied a generous amount of lube to the toy and then positioned it.

As he moved his hips down, another camera caught it from the reverse angle, automatically zooming in as he started to mount the toy within his tawny-furred rump. His bleats and gasps pealed forth, partially real, partially an act. He'd rise and remount, slow, sensuously, teasingly – drawing it out, driving his audience mad. A smile spread across his lips, fifty views, ninety, his eyes widened as he saw the number suddenly shoot past 230 and keep climbing.

*

Each gasp, each moan, each bleat was met with enthusiasm and encouragement, their praises fuelling his desire to push further. His tension built, his mind drifting as he became lost in a haze of ecstasy. The screens flickered in the distance, their light becoming an afterthought as every nerve in his body burned with pleasure. He wasn't even aware of the cameras anymore, just the pleasure pulsing through his body. The toy slipped deeper inside, and his breath hitched. He arched his back, his body taking over, forgetting everything except the heat rising within him.

He had forgotten about his audience, forgotten all but the performance, about the careful facade he had always maintained. It was just him now—him and the deep, pulsating pleasure that made his thoughts melt into nothingness.

Ewan threw his antlered head back, arching as an intense wave of pleasure tore through him. His antlers almost touched the bedcovers, the toy slamming to its base against his rump as he hilted it. Multiple cameras caught the angles, as Ewan bleated loudly, his large slender length throbbing as powerful spurts of ejaculate shot skyward. His heart raced, his nostrils flared, and his entire body writhed and trembled helplessly. His hands played across the bedcover as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, raw, visceral, primal.

His mind was blank, his thoughts dissolved in the haze of ecstasy. Nothing mattered—nothing but the heat building inside him, pushing him over the edge. He was weightless, suspended in the moment, too far gone to remember anything else. His lips moved on their own accord, chasing that final surge of release. His face, so carefully hidden before, came into full view as he threw his head back in abandon, antlers tilting out of the camera frame.

It was released in a burst of overwhelming sensation, his penis flicking as more of his semen surged. He found a fleeting sense of freedom—a moment where he could be exactly who he was without fear or prejudice. He didn't care. He couldn't care. Not when his entire being was focused on the powerful climax that overtook him.

As his body slowly came down from the high, the hazy pleasure began to clear. His panting breath slowed, and his mind began to return, like a swimmer surfacing from deep water. The sound of comments pinging in the background grew louder, pulling him reluctantly back to reality. It was then that he saw it—the primary camera's unblinking eye staring straight back at him.

Ewan's heart stopped. His face was in full view, usually hidden beneath careful angles and lighting. His fans, those who watched for anonymity, who fantasised about the mystery of the 'Anonymous Elk'--they had seen him.

Every part of him.

He stared, his dark-furred muzzle hanging open, nostrils flaring as he panted with post-orgasmic passion—and a terrible, chilling sense of guilt and embarrassment.

Oh no... they saw... they all saw... His mind reeled, lost and helpless.

Panic set in as the screen flooded with new comments—some shouting, others simply in awe. But it was too late. The damage was done.

OH MY GOD THAT'S HIS FACE

Damn, he's hot

Dude, you just revealed yourself

LOL RIP ANON ELK

He frantically scrambled across the bed, his three-fingered paws slapping at the keyboard, trying to close the stream. His body shook, and his mind raced with a thousand thoughts. His antlers clattered against the wall, almost sending his camera toppling over. He fumbled with his setup, hitting random buttons blindly, heart pounding so hard he could barely hear anything over the roar of blood in his ears.

Finally, the screens went dark.

Ewan collapsed back onto the bed, then he gasped, feeling the toy slammed violently back inside him, making him bleat once more. He shuddered, staring up at the ceiling in silence. His chest heaved, a sheen of sweat covering his fur. The rush of adrenaline was fading, replaced by the sickening weight of realization.

They saw me. Everyone saw me.

The mask had slipped—no, shattered. His fans now knew the face of the 'Anonymous Elk', the one he had kept hidden for so long. He wasn't some faceless performer anymore. He was exposed, laid bare for any of his fans to recognise. His secret, shameful life was no longer secret.

He buried his face in his hands, his mind replaying the moment over and over—the pleasure, the release, the way his head had tilted back, fully revealing his face. How had he been so careless? So lost in the moment? The rush, the pleasure—it had made him forget, and now...he couldn't undo it.

Ewan lay there for what felt like an eternity, his heart still hammering in his chest, panic bubbling beneath the surface.

Finally, he pushed himself off the bed and stumbled to the mirror. His reflection stared back—his flushed face, his fur matted with sweat. His antlers, once proud, now felt like an unbearable weight on his head.

He had been exposed. The anonymous elk was no more.

There was no going back now.

*

Ewan stood in front of the mirror, his breath still ragged as he stared at his reflection, his mind awash with a dizzying cocktail of emotions—panic, shame, confusion. The adrenaline from the livestream had drained, leaving a hollow, cold feeling in its wake.

The mirror reflected more than just his dishevelled fur and sweat-drenched face—it reflected his fears, his anxieties, and the reality of what he had just done. He wasn't some anonymous figure hiding behind a camera anymore. He was exposed.

Vulnerable.

A soft chime from his phone broke the silence, a reminder that the world outside his bedroom hadn't disappeared. His heart sank. Messages were already flooding in. He didn't need to look to know what they said. His followers, the ones who had adored the mystery, had seen everything.

They know who I am now.

Ewan turned away from the mirror and collapsed onto the edge of the bed, his trembling fingers hovering over his phone. He didn't want to read the comments, but he knew he couldn't avoid them forever. With a resigned sigh, he unlocked his phone.

The notifications were endless.

Omg, that was amazing!

Dude? You're even hotter than I imagined.

Anonymous Elk? More like fabulous and famous elk now!

Bro, you messed up big time! No way you can stay hidden after this!

Ewan winced. It was as bad as he'd feared. Some were complementary, others mocking, and still, some seemed genuinely concerned. He tossed his phone aside, the screen still alight with new comments, but he couldn't bear to look at them anymore.

He stood up again, pacing the small space of his room as if walking would somehow clear his head. His mind raced through a whirlwind of thoughts once more.

What do I do now? Can I just disappear? Delete everything? Run away?

But no matter how hard he tried to think of a way out, the reality kept slamming into him.

Just like that toy, you naughty girl... His mind seemed to cackle within his head.

There was no erasing what had happened.

His stomach churned. He felt sick. The overwhelming dread of what might come next gnawed at his insides.

What if someone at college recognises me? What if my co-workers find out?

His body stiffened with the thought. The images of his co-workers, or worse, his classmates, watching him in that moment of vulnerability filled him with a terror that he hadn't anticipated. He was supposed to keep these two worlds separate, but they had collided in the worst possible way.

Then, the real nightmares struck him like a hoof to the head.

What if my family sees this?

He sat heavily, then winced, absently rubbing his aching rump. He buried his head in his hands, trying to calm his erratic breathing.

“Think, Ewan. Think!” he muttered to himself. “There's got to be a way out of this.”

His mind remained blank. He didn't know what to do. He was trapped in the reality of what he had become. Not just a college student struggling to make ends meet. Not just a guy with a secret online life. He was now...

The elk who had been seen

As he sat in the silence, his phone buzzed again. This time, the vibrating was insistent and something told him it wasn't just a fan comment. With shaky hands, he picked it up.

A message from a private number appeared on his screen.

We need to talk. I know who you are.

His blood ran cold.

The words were simple, but their impact was devastating. Whoever had sent this message wasn't some casual fan. They knew him—knew him.

Ewan's mind spiralled into chaos. Who could it be? Someone from college? From Work? He racked his brain, trying to think of anyone who could have pieced it together.

He stared down at the message for what felt like hours, his thoughts a blur.

Should I respond? Should I block them? What if they tell everyone else?

As his heart pounded in his chest, another message arrived.

Don't worry, I'm not going to out you. But you owe me. Meet me tomorrow night, or everyone finds out, and I mean everyone.

The pit in Ewan's stomach deepened. He had no idea who this person was, but he knew he was in serious trouble. His secret had been turned into leverage, and now, someone had control over his life.

Terror clawed at him as he read the messages again. He had no choice. Tomorrow, he would have to meet this person and face the consequences of his carelessness.

*

Ewan was terrified. He sat alone in his dimly lit room, the glow of his phone shining in his eyes, illuminating his anxious face. The mysterious caller's message from the day before still echoed in his mind, sending a shiver down his spine.

Tonight, half an hour from now, he would face his adversary. A time and place were arranged, and Ewan, fearful and wary as a herbivore always was, felt his fear spiking even higher, yet there was another emotion within him—curiosity. As he read the last message again, a sense of dread intertwined with a strange thrill that coursed through him. What did it mean? He found he didn't have an answer.

His protagonist had been very specific. Black negligee that clung to his tawny fur, accentuating his doe-like curves, and stockings that rose to mid-way up his thighs. It wasn't the first time he'd cross-dressed it was one of his most popular livestreams when he was dressed in sexy feminine nightwear. He pulled on a long coat to cover himself. The fabric felt both foreign and exhilarating against his skin, a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling within him. The crotch-less panties clung tight to his hips and groin, only adding to his sensual pleasure as he began to walk.

The cool night air hit him as he stepped outside, the campus mostly quiet due to the lateness of the hour. He pulled the coat tighter around him, trying to shake off the sense of unease that settled in his chest as he made his way through the empty pathways, the flickering of the path lights casting long, uncertain shadows.

His heart raced as he approached the dark alley, each hoof step feeling heavier than the last. Ewan hesitated at the entrance, the shadows seeming to stretch out, trying to engulf him. Was this a mistake? He felt a familiar knot of anxiety tightens in his stomach, some primal instinct urging him to flee, to run, that shadows held terrors beyond imagining for a herbivore like him.

No, not a herbivore...

Prey...

His hooves betrayed him, taking one step, then another, into the darkness and he found himself panting heavily, ears twitching, nostrils flaring and eyes darting everywhere. His fear grew and expanded, spreading throughout his body. Just as he began to turn, a familiar voice cut through the silence.

“Going somewhere, little doe?”

Ewan froze, his heart pounding in his chest as he turned to face the wolf. The predator stood just a few feet away, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. The wolf's tall, muscular frame loomed over him, exuding an aura of control and confidence.

“I've seen you around,” the wolf said, his voice low and smooth, stepping closer.

Ewan swallowed nervously, his eyes darting to either side, searching for help, but there was no escape. The wolf's paws shot up, planting itself firmly against the wall beside Ewan's head, effectively trapping him in place.

Ewan whimpered, as the wolf leaned in close, then smiled predatorily “Your coat, take it off, slowly, sensuously...”

Terrified, Ewan did as he was told, the coat falling to his quivering cloven hooves. Ewan's negligee shimmered in the darkness, barely glistening under the distant light at the end of the alley, the delicate fabric revealing glimpses of his toned body and the crotch less panties he wore beneath.

“Mmm, good girl,” the wolf murmured, leaning in until their noses were almost touching, his breath hot against Ewan's furred cheek, the whiskers ticklish. “You might fool the others, but I know who you are... a doe in a buck's body.”

Ewan's eyes widened in confusion and fear, his herbivore instincts screaming at him to run. He was pinned, cornered by the wolf's piercing gaze and overwhelming presence. The wolf's grin widened as he licked his lips.

“I've never had a doe,” he whispered into Ewan's ear, his voice laced with dark intent. “Wanna be my first?”

Ewan's body trembled, his breath coming in shallow gasps. It should have terrified him—and it did. His mind raced with visions of being devoured, both figuratively and literally. Yet, beneath the fear, there was something else, an unexpected thrill that made his pulse quicken.

A nervous bleat escaped his lips, betraying the storm of emotions swirling within him. With a hesitant nod, he submit, his prey instincts commanding him.

“Good girl, I might not eat you, if you please me...” came the gentle puff of air against Ewan's ear.

Ewan suddenly found himself spun about and slammed hard against the wall, held here by the wolf's paw on the back of his neck, the other paw quickly tracing a claw down the elk's spine, making him quiver. His hooflets clattered against the brickwork, as he turned his head to the side and began nervously panting.

Furred fingers teased under his tail, then up inside him, feeling the slick, tightening sphincter before they slid inside Ewan moaned softly before the wolf growled and leaned close.

“Don't you ruin this moment doe... I can be good to you. I can be even better for you. You don't know me, do you? Who do you think has been...”

Ewan gasped, feeling the throbbing tip of the wolf's penis press against him—then start to slide inside him. His mind reeled, toys were one thing—_this—_a real wolf... was beyond his wildest fantasies. It tapered down, then began to widen and lengthen. Ewan quivered, feeling the tightness of his body responds eagerly to the wolf's gentle, yet intense, mounting.

“...your number one patron on that site?” comes the quiet, breathy grunt.

No, please... Ewan wanted to beg, to plead, to promise he'd do anything...

“No bleating little doe,” Panted the wolf, as his paws slid down and gripped the elk's hips.

Ewan trembled and shivered, feeling that firmness press hard against him. He forced himself to try and relax, but nothing prepared him for when the wolf licked his left ear, from base to tip—then pushed forward and knotted him.

Ewan's eyes widened, his head tilting back slightly, as the wolf whined and pulled him back, hard and forceful, the large canid knot swelling and firmly locking them together. Almost instantly, spurts of thick, intensely hot wolf-cream began squirting, only intensifying and adding to Ewan's muddled mind.

What followed was a frenetic, heated and at times, borderline cruel, exchange of passion and lust. Ewan's hooflets clattered and gouged at the brick, his breathing rapid and panting, both wishing the wolf would stop—and praying he never would. It was pain, it was pleasure—indivisible, beyond anything any of his toys had achieved with him—_could—_achieve with him. His slender shaft throbbed and slapped against his belly and almost to his chest, pre-ejaculate spurting as he whimpered and bit his lip, trying to muffle the bleats that threatened to spill out.

Ewan let himself be dominated, submitting to the wolf's strength and primal energy. His mind was a blur of sensations—fear, excitement and shame blending into the intoxicating moment. His body shuddered in both pleasure and humiliation as the wolf grunted and continued to ravage the shivering elk, in a deep, sensual and incredibly pleasurable way.

“I'm going too...” Panted the wolf, pulling the elk even tighter against him. “I'm...I...”

With a sharp bite to Ewan's shoulder, the wolf's intense climax surged through them both. Ewan couldn't help himself; the urges within him erupted, and he threw his head back, bleating loudly and piercingly.

His cervid length pulsed and throbbed, releasing an explosive arc that splattered against the brickwork, drooling down towards the concrete below. In that moment, pleasure eclipsed all reason, leaving only the bliss and sweet sting of shame and guilt.

“Fuck me...” wheezed the wolf, his breath hot and panting against Ewan's nape. “I had... no idea...”

Ewan trembled, the aftershocks of the climax from the wolf, and himself, making his knees feel like they were made out of crystal. His whole body quivered, from ear tips to ankles, and a fine sheen of sweat slicked his fur.

For how long, the wolf remained tied, Ewan didn't know, couldn't know. He wanted to bask in the pleasure, the pain, both of them, forever. Finally, the wolf pulled back and Ewan whimpered, the half-engorged knot still painfully firm, before there came the sweet moment it pulled free and the splatter of wolf semen that puddled around Ewan's cloven hooves.

“Good girl...” Gasped the wolf, bracing himself against the wall with one paw, his head bowed and body shuddering. “Maybe... next livestream, you'll get a very generous tip.”

Ewan's heart raced, a mix of thrill and dread coursing through him as he processed the implications of the wolf's words. Would this connection, born in shadow and secrecy, become something more? Or had the predator just done what they always had? Left their prey weak and helpless?

*

For how long, once again, Ewan stood in the dimly lit alley, the echoes of their encounter reverberating within him. The rush of pleasure that had consumed him was now overshadowed by an insistent wave of guilt and shame. He felt the warmth of the wolf's essence pooling around his hooves, still, a stark reminder of the primal connection they had shared.

What have I done? He thought, his heart racing, but not from excitement anymore, but from the conflicting emotions swirling in his mind.

On one hand, there was the heady mix of fulfilment coursing through him, a sweet taste of the desires he'd long buried. The feeling of being so wholly claimed by the wolf, of surrendering to his own body's yearning, was intoxicating. Yet, that very fulfilment clashed violently with the societal expectations and norms he had always tried to adhere to. Ewan's thoughts spiralled: A buck should not be prey, a buck should not revel in this... this humiliation. He couldn't shake the feeling he had somehow failed as his kind.

As he navigated through the emotional turmoil, he caught glimpses of the wolf's demeanour in the fading light. The predator stood a few steps away, leaning casually against the brick wall, a nonchalant smirk gracing his lips, his penis still dribbling onto the concrete. The wolf's confidence was palpable, his aura of control unshaken by the passionate encounter they had just shared. Now and again, the wolf would throw Ewan a knowing glance, a spark of mischief dancing in his amber eyes, and Ewan could feel his stomach twist at the implications behind them.

Does he see me as just a conquest? The wolf's ease only served to amplify Ewan's inner conflict. Was there something more to it, or was he merely amused at having dominated a buck who dared to act like a doe?

The occasional smirk or raised eyebrow from the wolf made Ewan hyper-aware of the huge gulf between their experiences. He began to question whether the wolf genuinely cared about him, or if he was just another fleeting moment in a life filled with such conquests. Ewan found himself lost in contemplation—What did this encounter mean? Was it just lust? Was it some deep-seated perversion of a predator to dominate and breed a buck, to assert the natural world's pecking order? Or was it a deeper connection, one he had been longing for yet feared to acknowledge? Or is that me, who has sought such all along?

When Ewan blinked and returned to his senses, the wolf was gone, leaving only the puddle of his semen beneath Ewan—the only sign of what had transpired between them.

As Ewan left the alley, the weight of the encounter settled heavily on his shoulders, lingering like the scent of the wolf that still clung to his fur. He wandered the campus grounds, walking gingerly, his rump aching. Now, he felt more isolated than before, caught between his own desires and the expectations once more of society. The world felt different, the night darker, and the stars seemed to mock him as they twinkled above, indifferent to his emotional turmoil.

Who am I? Ewan pondered, grappling with the implications of what had happened. The thrill of submission danced alongside the creeping shame, and he realised that the path forward was obscured by uncertainty. Would he continue to explore this side of himself, or retreat back into the safety of societal norms that felt increasingly suffocating?

With each step, he felt a flicker of determination igniting within him—a desire to seek self-acceptance, to confront the ambiguity of his identity and desires. Perhaps this encounter was not just a moment of weakness but rather a pivotal step in his journey towards understanding himself.

As he walked into the depths of the campus, Ewan's thoughts lingered on the possibilities that lay ahead. The journey to acceptance wouldn't be easy, but for the first time, he considered embracing his true nature, whatever that might entail. With each uncertain breath, he felt the stirring of hope that he might find the courage to explore his new identity and sexuality, to step into the light instead of lingering in the shadows.

As the echoes of his cloven hooves come back to him, the night whispered its secrets he couldn't understand, he was certain of one thing.

This was only the beginning.

END