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“C'mon, Meera, they've already cut a hole in the wall and everything! It's gonna look stupid without you now that Phillipa dropped out."

Meera groaned at the outgoing Valeria. Sometimes she wondered why she was still friends with the doe, but the fates had aligned to bring the three together. They were from the only three families of deertaur in the town, each with a daughter the same age. At first it had been fine, when they were five through eleven, but when Valeria hit puberty she changed, leaving Phillipa and Meera to try to clean up the precocious girl's messes.

After the Cataclysm in the 1960's, when the entire world population changed overnight for no known reason, humans were only about half the population. Forty percent were furries of various types, the most common being canines followed by felines followed by horses. And only ten percent were taurs, also split among different species. This made taurs the easiest target for bullying, and their small town was no exception. Other that the three families of deertaurs, there was an extended group of dogtaurs, some centaurs, and a few other more exotic ones in town. And most of the taurs their age were female.

So while Meera and Phillipa grew inward and kept to themselves at school, Valeria took a different tactic. Getting a date was almost impossible through traditional means, so by the age of thirteen, Valeria had given up on finding boyfriends, and started really putting herself out there. She developed a certain reputation, and it took all Meera's might to avoid getting the same one. Especially when Valeria would up and invite boys to their sleepovers without telling them.

Meera quickly learned that her friend didn't really have inhibitions, and without Meera's help over the years, the deertaur would absolutely have gotten pregnant by now - after all, it didn't matter, human, furry, taur, they were all compatible, and without Meera's constant harping about using condoms, she knew Valeria would have forgone them by now. She felt like Valeria's big sister, or her...very sex positive mom or something.

She'd never understand Valeria's infatuation with boys, especially the jerks at school. They were, after all, the very jerks that had teased them for years, calling them animals, offering them tree bark, bleating after every thing they said in class, which was especially ironic since the deer furries bleated way more often with their muzzles. Meera was, after all, human from the waist up!

But mostly she wouldn't understand because Valeria had always been enough for her. Phillipa was too mousey to really appeal to the young deertaur, but Valeria was like a blossoming flower erupting into the sunlight without a care in the world. Meera admired that, but was crushed when it became obvious that Valeria didn't feel the same way. No, the doe only had a mind for boys, and that included her lust. So despite herself, Meera couldn't say no.

“Fine, but I think the concept is stupid. Why not get one of the furries to do it? You can mount a lion head on the wall just as well." The high school haunted house was getting set up, and they wanted actors to play decapitated heads on the wall that come to life and scare the visitors. That was fine, and she understood why deer, but why deertaur? Other than her long, cervine ears, she looked just like a human from the front.

“Oh, that's the best part - it was my idea, but the guys loved it. The hole in the wall goes all the way through. So we get to greet guests on the way in, but on the way out they reach the other room, and see our rumps mounted on the wall as well!"

“Wh-wha…?" Meera gasped, blushing.

“We go all the way through. Oh don't be like that, it's perfectly fine - our tail ends will be clothed and we'll be roped off away from the guests. It's just a funny joke."

“I don't...like the idea of guys looking at our hindquarters while I can't even see them," Meera explained.

“Wow - and you get mad when I call you a prude. Now you think you're showing off too much when you're in clothes?"

“Yeah, but -"

“No buts," Valeria exclaimed, and Meera couldn't tell if that was supposed to be a pun or not. “You're gonna be there and we're going to have a fun time, and then we're going to chill out at the afterparty. All the performers are gonna get together and, you know, celebrate."

Meera certainly didn't know what Valeria meant by 'celebrate' but she suspected it would involve alcohol, and she suspected it wasn't really the kind of scene she'd be into. But Valeria would be there, and that might make it worth it. Sighing heavily, she nodded in agreement to her friend.

And so she found herself picking her way through a parking lot with a bunch of upperclassmen, mostly guys, setting up spooks and scares and getting their make-up done by some of the girls. The house in question was a classic looking haunted house, abandoned but kept up by the city for just this kind of event. It was two stories tall, Victorian Gothic, and gave Meera the full-on creeps.

A guy with at least half of a moustache approached her and said, “Doesn't open for another hour, kid."

Meera gulped, not sure what to say to the human. “I…"

Her hesitance worked, though, as he said, “Oh, you're with Valeria, aren't you?" When she nodded, he pointed to the bottom floor. “First door on the left."

She walked a little more confidently now that she knew where to go. Valeria was already there, getting into costume. “Oh, there you are, Meera! Look at these holes!" She indicated two slices in the wall, which was about a foot-and-a-half wide. They'd been fitted out with soft foam around the edges to make the set up more comfortable.

“Yeah, they're…" she started to say.

Valeria said, “Here's our script, and Jessica will get you in costume and make-up. Sorry - I gotta go see Derek."

Meera sighed. Derek was her current fling, though she wasn't sure she'd go so far as to call the human Valeria's boyfriend. Derek had to know he wasn't the only guy Valeria was seeing. Or maybe not - he was notoriously dumb. Her nerves had settled slightly in her friend's presence, but now she was gone, and Meera was forced to try to read her script while Jessica shouted orders.

The make-up was pretty straightforward - mostly pale. After all, she was supposed to be taxidermied. But it was the costume that made Meera doubly uncomfortable. She was supposed to wear a blouse over her modestly sized breasts with no bra, and it showed a bit more cleavage than the quiet girl was used to. She checked out the wall, and realized that the part of her that was going to be hidden in the wall was her torso, shoulders down. That put her arms and forelegs hidden in the wall, with her head and chest poking through to appear in the center of a wooden prop trophy board. She'd hoped only her head would poke through! On the back end, almost all of her barrel would emerge from the wall.

“No. No, no," Meera said, after she stepped into the costume for her back end. Black lace with large, transparent gaps covered her belly, showing the tawny fur beneath. At least it got less revealing when it reached her hindquarters, but she would never in her life be caught dead in black lace lingerie all the way down to her hooves, even though the effect was admittedly very spooky. Her rump was covered in completely opaque cloth skirt except where her white tail poked through, so she couldn't complain too much there. But this was far and away too much.

“The house opens in thirty minutes, Meera," Jessica grumbled. “I can't exactly make an entirely new dress for you for one night in a haunted house!"

Meera could see that Jessica was proud of her work, and the deertaur could understand why. She'd probably never made a dress for a doe before, but it fit marvelously. Sighing, she said, “Thanks, Jessica. It's beautiful, really."

“Yeah, well. We've got another problem. Are you wearing a heatpad?"

Meera blushed. “Y-yeah?" The unobtrusive diaper helped hide her scent from the furs with better senses of smell.

Jessica shook her head. “It's gotta go - it's peeking through the lace very obviously."

“B-but…"

“Think of it this way, Meers. You can smell like you're in heat to a few folks with sharp noses, or you can wear that diaper and have everyone know immediately what that means. Your choice."

Meera nodded slowly, though she eeped audibly when Jessica casually unzipped the back end of the dress, reached in, and unvelcroed her heatpad, ripping it off of her. “Hey!" Meera gasped, but before she could be traumatized that her rump was bare, Jessica had already zipped the dress closed and returned the doe's modesty.

The best thing about the lacy dress was that Valeria had her own version, which made Meera's heart skip a beat. She'd love to have spent more time looking her friend's hind end over, but time was running out. “Places, folks! Places!" Frank, the guy with the half-moustache announced throughout the house.

Meera took a deep breath and stepped into the wall, squeezing her head and breasts into the trophy mount. Her arms could move a little bit, but they were stuck in the wall. Through Valeria's hole, she heard Jessica say, “Left leg up," followed by “right leg up". Confused, Meera did as she was told and hiked her hind feet, something soft and spongy being drawn up her hind legs like pants. Oh! It was the trophy mount to cover the hole in the back wall. Up and over her barrel it went, squeezing and locking her in place.

Panting, Meera realized now that she was pretty well trapped, a deertaur sandwich. She couldn't move forward OR back, and her arms were pinned mostly at her sides. The most mobile part of her was her hind legs, and they couldn't possibly reach far enough forward to remove the trophy board and let her back out of the hole. Her stress levels skyrocketed as she squirmed, half submerged in the wall.

Until Valeria joined her. That was like a breath of fresh air, even as her best friend was similarly locked into place. If she was stuck, at least she was stuck together with her. “Pretty snug, huh?" Valeria grinned.

“Uh...yeah…" Meera panted.

“Heads up - I heard the first group coming in," Valeria grinned.

At first, it was actually pretty fun. The two deer taur were supposed to stay as still as possible, and she actually tricked some kids into thinking she was really just a prop. Then they would open their mouths wide and scream, especially when someone got close to inspect them. It always worked, even with the parents. At 5:00, the haunted house was just stuffed full of kids and their families.

Where they were situated, they got to basically greet every guest moving into the house, and then off to their right down the hall, they saw people leaving out the side door. That was how Meera figured out that their back ends were fairly popular as well. She could barely hear anything through the wall, but as kids trailed out the exit, they chattered about how good the house was this year, and several specifically commented on the deertaurs in the wall.

“You were right, Valeria, this is fun," Meera admitted, blushing. Between each set of guests they had a moment to talk, though not for anything meaningful. Three years ago, a local technician had volunteered to update the house, and set up everything on a rotating schedule - once you entered a room, the door locked behind you until you left, with safety overrides clearly visible next to each entrance.

Fun or not, Meera was disappointed at 5:45 when Derek himself entered the house. He, of course, knew what was up, so Meera didn't mind breaking character slightly to say, “I thought he was in one of the rooms."

Valeria seemed oblivious to her friend's sudden discomfort, as the upperclassman sauntered up to the two deertaurs. He'd apparently paid for a full ticket, just him and no other guests. The price per guest dropped rapidly, though the haunted house still made the most from big parties. She replied, “Nah, he just brought the afterparty 'refreshments. Hey, bud," she said cooly to the large human.

“Hey sport," he replied, smirking. “Whaddaya say we make a break for it? It's not every day I get to borrow my dad's van. Especially when you're..._ahem..._safe." His father was a local grocer, which may be how Derek had become the de facto provider of underage alcohol.

“You know how I'd love to get that van a'rockin but you know I can't leave until the haunted house is over. Besides, free booze! Oh, and Meera."

“Hey," was all Derek bothered to say to his fling's best friend. He didn't seem the least bit embarrassed to be heavily insinuating that he was planning to have unprotected sex with a freshman.

Meera, feeling flustered, managed to return with “H-hey," before she realized he wasn't waiting for a response.

“Won't mess up your make-up to give you a kiss, will it?" Derek continued.

“Like I care," Valeria grinned, tilting her head. Meera watched uncomfortably as the dumb jock basically made out with her crush, right in front of her, unable to turn away. At least she could close her eyes.

After a completely inappropriate amount of kissing, Derek ran his finger along Valeria's chin and whispered loudly in her ear, “Got a surprise for you, later, babe."

His girl shivered and said, “Can't wait."

Derek was out the door with a wry smile goodbye, taking a few seconds to stare intently at the two deertaur and say, “Right side - got it."

Meera had a few seconds to ask, “What do you see in that guy?"

Valeria could already hear the freshly unlocked front door starting to open, so she quickly replied, “A huge cock," with a big grin, before she went dead in the face, ready to spook the next group of kids.

Well, that was something that Meera couldn't really compete with. The deadness in her face wasn't just acting for the three boys that entered, but she put on a brave face and yelled at them anyway. “Waaaaaaah!"

“Holy fu - shit!" the boy said, jumping backwards.

“Your parents aren't around, Tane, you can drop the f-bomb if you want to," one of the other boys teased.

“Well, I didn't wanna," Tane replied ruefully, glaring up at the two girls who were still moaning like ghosts.

Group after group arrived, and Valeria nodded with each one. As the sixth group after Derek advanced, she said, “Now Derek should be behind us." She was grinning from ear to ear. They were, after all, the third room and the ninth room, of twelve.

Meera said, “Wait, he's not going to...uh…"

But her friend just smiled, her eyes twinkling. If only Derek had been busy or something that night, she might have enjoyed the haunted house thing. As it was, she kept feeling like a weight of bricks was in her tummy. Once again, she put on a brave face for the next guests, a couple on their own date, two cheetah furs. She recognized them from school, but had forgotten their names. They walked into the dark room, looking over everything quietly, not looking scared or even all that curious, just holding each others' paws. Meera stared blankly at them, getting ready to spook them if they got close.

But it was Meera who was spooked. The male cheetah was just starting to walk her way when she popped her eyes wide open and said, “Yaaaaah!"

Confused, Valeria jumped in, moaning, too, though the cheetahs looked perplexed at the timing of the scare. They did look a little surprised, and applauded lightly, but instead of being a highlight of the attraction, these two seemed to view the two deertaur as a funny mood setter. They immediately lost their attention and instead knelt next to a well-lit haunted cuckoo clock in the corner.

“What the fuck, Meera?" Valeria whispered out of the corner of her mouth.

“I-I think I feel...um...Derek…"

Valeria's eyes widened. “Oh shit - did he forget which one of us was which?"

That seemed to be the case, judging by the hands on Meera's hips. He was running his palms across the black lace, thumbs curling up her rump and sliding up to touch her bare tail. “Uh…" was all she could say.

Valeria watched the cheetahs until they were distracted by a sudden chirp from the clock, and said, “Fuck - he saw me on the right and must have thought I'd be on the right again."

Meera shivered. “He's that dumb?"

“Yeah," she admitted readily. “Give him a kick, will you - might jog his memory."

The shy doe paled. “I can't do that!" she claimed, until she felt the zipper beneath her tail begin to open. That changed her mind very quickly, and she flung her legs back. She made contact, she was sure - she felt her hooves strike the dumb jock in the shins, and he even shouted loud enough for her to hear it through the wall - barely.

“That oughta…" Valeria whispered.

Shaking her head, Meera whimpered, “I don't think so…" Despite the kick, his hands were back to her rump, tugging on that zipper. Without her heatpad, she was bare under that skirt! Frantically, she kicked again, and again, until he let go. “Oh, thank God," she panted, glancing over at her friend.

Valeria smiled, her own heart still thudding from that scare. She didn't know exactly what Derek planned for her, but she could damn well bet it wasn't something that Meera would appreciate!

Meera flicked her tail, trying her best not to tell her friend 'told you so'. Having her rump hanging out for anyone who wanted to jump the rope was a problem, and having a boyfriend too stupid to understand how walls work was even worse. At least -

She felt something tighten around her back right leg. Before she could react, her leg was tugged to the right, and when she tried to pull it back, it stayed put. “He's tying my hind legs!" she whispered harshly.

Valeria stared at Meera. “Maybe I can convince him…" Meera got the impression that her friend was shaking her rump and tail seductively, but despite the clear effort Valeria was putting into it, Meera felt a second strap tighten around her left leg, pinning it to the left. He must have tied her to the nearby prop coffin and stone tombstone, both fairly sturdy. Meera shook her head wildly at Valeria.

“Pretty cool room," the girl cheetah said to her boyfriend.

“Yeah, it'd be better if the deer stayed in character, though."

Meera gulped, not really wanting to get into it with the customers while Derek's hands returned to her rump. “I can't kick - he's…" she gasped.

He ignored his actual girlfriend's frantic kicking, wobbling, and hip waggles, so convinced he had the right doe. “No, no, no…" Meera gasped, as the zipper went straight down in one smooth motion. “He's -" she started to say.

“He's what?"

Meera looked like a ghost, but some of that was probably the makeup. The rest was the young deertaur, frozen in place, Derek's thumbs reaching through the zipper. He clearly meant business, and Meera could hardly process what she was feeling as his firm thumbs hooked into her heat-swollen teardrop and pulled her pussy apart.

“He's what?" Valeria asked again, her voice rising.

“Excuse me, miss," the female cheetah said, annoyed.

“Fuck off," Valeria said, rejecting all pretense of acting. She turned to her friend, gulping, and said, “What is he doing!?"

While the cheetah shut up with a meek “Well I never," Meera was staring blankly at her friend. Her legs were splayed apart by the ropes or straps, her skirt was wide open, and Valeria's idiot boyfriend was spreading her apart. She mumbled wordlessly as the jock pushed one of his thumbs (she couldn't tell which) into her wet pussy. And she was wet, primed in her heat. Yet the sight and smell of her genitals still didn't clue Derek in to his mistake. He reached in deep and curled his thumb, and he must have practiced with Valeria, because it triggered all the right places. Meera had to bite her lip shivering. She'd never even kissed anyone (boy, girl or otherwise!) and here she was getting fingered!

“Hey, idiot! Fucking stop!" Valeria yelled over her shoulder, once again ignoring the protest of the cheetahs. A loud “clunk" in the wall indicated that the room ahead of Derek had finally opened, and he was supposed to go through. Meera winced, praying that he would move along - but he stayed put, and the yelling didn't make it through the wall.

“H-he's touching me!" she finally yelped.

Valeria seemed to have predicted that much. “I hope that's all he does…" she groaned ominously.

Meera stared at Valeria. “This can't be happening…" she said, before her doe ears perked straight up. He'd pulled his finger free finally, but she didn't feel him loosen the straps, or even zip her back up. Instead, she felt his hands on left and right flank, gripping her fur through the linen dress. “Val, I think he's -" she gasped.

And then she felt it. His thumb again, but it would have to be his third one, because she could still feel his grip on her flanks. Something hard and thick pressed against her fertile teardrop, and she didn't have to think hard to figure out just what it was. “Oh...no…" she gasped.

Valeria figured it out. She stared sadly at her friend, never meaning for this to happen. She'd always wanted Meera to live a little, get a little reckless, but not like this. There was nothing she could do now, though, except slide her right hand over to Meera's left, clasping her within the wall. She squeezed tightly, staring at Meera as Derek shoved forward and claimed the deertaur's virginity.

“Oh...God…!" Meera gasped, squeezing back. She could barely picture the meathead, and yet she could feel every inch of his cock as he speared her wide open, her pussy stretching like never before. Say one thing, Valeria wasn't wrong - his cock was huge. She felt like she was getting reamed apart. Squealing, she tried to pull away, but her legs were firmly strapped down. She couldn't even wiggle left and right, with the big lug's strong hands grabbing her flanks.

“Why is this taking so long?" mused the girl cheetah, looking at the locked door. But it wouldn't unlock until Derek had left his room, and he seemed more than a little preoccupied.

Meera had tears in her eyes as she was used against her will without even being able to tell the guy off. The big jock had no idea that instead of giving his girlfriend a fun little treat, he'd bound up his girl's best friend and was raping her. Her tight doe pussy could barely contain the big male, who eagerly shoved his hips flush with her rump. Long, fat cock poked her insides, making Meera's ear flick. “H-he's wearing...a condom...right?"

But even as she winced with each powerful upward thrust, Derek simply plowing away at the young taur, she knew that wasn't true. Valeria's sad look confirmed it, though her friend did bother to say, “He never does - he just finds another girl when I'm in heat. Wait, you're not -" she gasped.

Meera nodded slowly. “Two days in. Val, he's gonna - NNNGH!"

Valeria squeezed her friend's hand again, and said, “You don't know that."

There was always the chance, Meera knew. He might not knock her up. But there was nothing she could do but pray - there was no approved “morning after" pill for deertaurs. There simply weren't enough to justify testing it. And the other option wasn't one, either, thanks to her parents and the state. Unless Derek had the sense to pull out, she was just going to have to pray the coin flip went in her favor…

“V-v-val," she gasped again, sweat dripping down her forward. He was humping her rear end into the wall, a gentle thump now audible behind them. But she was trapped, shuddering as again and again he pulled out of her clenching cunny and then plunged back in, spreading her insides apart. She was positively dripping now, and he slipped in smooth as melted ice cream, ramrodding her throbbing clit until the virgin was biting her lip and bucking her hips, flag tail hiked and waving with each heavy thrust. At least Valeria couldn't see how much her deer parts were enjoying the rough handling. “I-I think he's…" she whispered, still trying to keep what was really happening from the impatient cheetah couple.

“It's gonna be okay, babe, I promise," Valeria chanted, almost as a mantra.

Meera nodded, “I - AHH - know. At least - mmmrph - it's almost over!" She was right, because that was when the big male leaned over her back and reached his arms all the way around her barrel, digging his fingers into her tender teats. He squeezed hard and smashed her hindquarters, hilting right up against her clit. All her wincing and panting stopped as her eyes flew open and she said, “Oh." It was a plain, simple statement of sudden realization, as he hammered her into her first orgasm.

It took all her willpower not to bleat like a whining fawn. She clenched her teeth and squeezed Val's hand, tossing her head back and shuddering as her rear end bounced and bucked and clenched around Derek's erupting cock. She could feel his sizable balls between her legs, throbbing and squeezing load after load right up against her heat-primed cervix, easily breaching the young doe's womb. She'd certainly never pictured it this way, with some callous human just going to town and splattering her fertile fields, but there was no denying it now. No thin sheet of latex blocked the steady stream settling heavily in her belly, billions of swimmers searching when only one was needed.

“Oh fuck," Meera said, still stunned, sweat landing from her chin to her ample cleavage. She couldn't wipe it away; her hands were stuck in the wall.

Valeria said, “He's pretty good - isn't he?"

Meera was proud that despite the endorphins flooding her young brain, she still managed to give her friend a dirty look.

Like that, he was done with her, slapping her on the ass as if in thanks before zipping her cum-splattered creampie into her black skirt. Seconds later, the door locks activated, and each room prior finally advanced for the impatient guests, Derek surely grinning ear to ear as he went back to a rather more standard haunted house.

In the few moments between guests, Meera tried to compose herself. “Valeria - I've got to get out of here," she hissed. “I can't just pretend like everything's okay!"

Her friend nodded, but said, “We'll tell the next guests to let Frank know you need out when they get through, but other than that I'm not sure what we can do."

Meera nodded, her face absolutely beet red. She wished she were a furry, if only because their fur hid their embarrassment. It was almost 6:15 now, when it got too dark for most families, and that was reflected in the clientele. So while the three boys were behind her, the next group of kids were clearly college frat boys. Meera glanced, wide-eyed at Valeria. She'd never manage to muster the courage to talk to these four guys! One even wore a baseball cap on backwards.

But Valeria had no trouble, familiar with their like. Sometimes it was good to have an extrovert for a friend. She said, “Hey, guys?"

The lead guy was a Pit Bull. He glanced at the two with a start. “Shit - those are actual people."

Another one, a blond human, said, “The make-up here is kickass, Ronny."

Valeria said, “Yeah, so I don't mean to like - mess up the atmosphere, but my friend is actually like...really claustrophobic and we need to let Frank at the ticket desk know that we need to get her out. You can help us out, right?" she smiled.

Meera was blushing, but at least they didn't know why. She kept thinking those boys from earlier would notice something amiss with her dress and expected them to touch her at any moment, but so far - nothing. She would have readied herself to kick, but the damned meathead had left the straps on her legs! If Valeria didn't break up with Derek after this, Meera was going to have to seriously consider their friendship.

The Pit Bull, Ronny, seemed like he'd gotten an early start on the drink, but he said, “Oh, shit, yeah. Sorry, lady," he directed at Meera. “You look great, though."

Meera gulped at being spoken to, and stammered, “Th-thanks. I'm just...it's so hot in here. I, uh…I owe you one."

“We both do," Valeria agreed. Ronny, the two human guys, and the fourth one, a black panther that looked like he didn't even want to be here, waved politely when they left.

This time, the locks advanced far quicker, and Meera was relieved until the very last second. Tate and his friends were on good behavior until their lock opened up, but then she felt something. Ziiiiiiiip!

Valeria also flicked her ears. “They…"

Meera nodded. The faint echo of adolescent laughter rang out through the wall, and they left the two deertaurs like that - rear end out and proud, their black skirts zipped down to show their fluffy white rumps, soft pink teardrops relatively easy to find. If the boys had noticed the state of Meera's sore little pussy, she didn't know, but now she was strapped in place for the next guest with literally nothing - not even her tail - to protect her modesty. Normally the white flag would have been enough, but the hole in the skirt kept her tail straight up!

Valeria was in the same boat, exposed and waiting just beyond a rope wall that anyone could duck under. “Oh, fuck!" she yelped, cutting it off before the next guests arrived.

Meera paled, trying to think of all the guests after those three boys - mostly families with kids, walking in on the two deertaurs with their rumps fully out in the open! At least they no longer had to rely on the frat boys for help - as soon as some Mom or Dad saw that, they'd go straight to Frank to complain. But that didn't change the fact that her cumstained rump was about to be seen by almost two dozen people! Not to mention Valeria's more pristine pussy (for once). At least she could kneel a little bit and angle her rump down - the straps kept Meera neatly presented, her butt directly facing the door.

The next guests were familiar to the two girls - their old Algebra and Literature teachers. The forty-year-old bachelors were probably only going because some of their students were participating in the club. Meera fondly remembered Mr. Lambert and Mr. Cody (their lit teacher liked to go by his first name, but the school required the “Mr.") Meera, however, broke the rules and called him “Uncle Cody", since that's what he was. The stagtaur was over every week for Sunday dinner, and they often played board games together. As teachers, they had always seemed to go out of their way to make sure school wasn't boring for the top kids. They didn't teach to the bottom. Still, this was definitely not how she wanted to see them, especially her uncle!

They pointed around at the room until they both took glances at Valeria and Meera, and Mr. Lambert laughed. “Now that's good," he said.

What could she do? To ask for help meant telling them exactly what had happened now, unless someone actually took a hint and zipped the two girls up. She would die from embarrassment. But saying nothing wouldn't change the fact that the two teachers would find their glistening, naked hindquarters staring at them six rooms from now. Dare she ask them to hit the emergency button and bring the whole thing to a halt? Then everyone would either know what had happened, or they'd make it up, or both.

Meera said, “Uncle Cody, Mr. Lambert!"

Lambert squinted dramatically and said, “Is that...Meera? I didn't recognize you without your...the rest of you." He might have been lying, but other than her doe ears, there was nothing to distinguish her from a human.

Uncle Cody laughed and said, “So your roles were a bit typecast, huh?"

Meera didn't know what to say. She looked at Valeria.

The normally outgoing girl was in the same boat. She was blushing hard now, well aware that whichever family had followed Tate and his friends was in the room with her bare bottom. Would they notice? She didn't see how they wouldn't. It was legal to go around without clothes on your rump, but whitetails never did it, because their fur and tail just wasn't enough to cover themselves up. And besides, the two were wearing clothes, their skirts just weren't doing their job right. She was starting to get a cramp from trying to keep her hips down. She saw Meera looking and said, “Hi," weakly.

Mr. Lambert blinked. “And Valeria. The haunted house this year is amazing."

Both girls were speechless, and the two teachers walked around the room, checking out the spooks and scares until finally the doors unlocked. In a panic, Meera realized her last chance had just arrived and she stammered, “We, ah, need your help. Y-you'll see why soon. Please, Mr. Lambert? Uncle Cody? We need - "

But they'd already swung the door and it closed and locked before either could ask any followups. Valeria was the first to point out, “I'm not sure you got the right message across."

“W-what do you mean?"

She said, “They're gonna go into room nine and see us like this, with you begging for help. What if they think you were, like, hitting on them?"

Meera froze. “On my uncle?" As bad as it was that her uncle was about to see fresh evidence of her unwanted first time, now they'd think she was trying to proposition them!? They'd never speak to her again! Cody would definitely tell her parents. “Fuck!"

There was nothing to do but wait. The last stream of families seemed to come next, kids between 5 and 10 years of age following like scared ducks behind their laughing parents. They wouldn't be laughing soon. Then two lizard guys and a Poodle girl munching on pizza they'd smuggled into the place. Then, finally, as four more upperclassmen, three humans and one horse, entered their room, Meera knew the guys who thought she was claustrophobic were behind her.

“They're gonna remember to get Frank after this, right?" Meera asked quietly. She'd caught glimpses of everyone leaving down the hallway to the right, their voices mostly audible. But even after Derek strutted out, oblivious to his mistake, followed by the three hooligans, the string of families were talking mostly about the house and not about how outraged they were by the naked deer. The parents simply had to have noticed, didn't they? But she hadn't heard one gruff voice complaining on the way out.

Valeria nodded. “It's gonna be -"

It wasn't going to be okay. Maybe the drunk frat boys bought her claustrophobia story and maybe they didn't, but their politeness ended the moment they entered the ninth room. Even as a doppelganger group of males looked around the third room, mostly ignoring the two girls, Meera gasped to feel something grab her tail. Then Valeria bleated as well, her rump yanked upright until she was no longer crouching.

“Uhhhh…" Meera gasped.

Valeria's panicked expression didn't comfort her friend any. Even if one of the families before went to complain to Frank, it wouldn't be before whatever was about to happen happened. And what happened was entirely too predictable.

With two bound and young pieces of doetaur tail available, the four guys apparently knew not to waste a golden opportunity. Meera had hoped that maybe the slick, goopy evidence of Derek's handiwork would scare them off of her at least, but sure enough, she felt rough hands with pointed claws dig into her flanks. She bit her lip, trying not to draw this group's attention. Nothing good could come from talking to college males! Either the Pit Bull or the panther was behind her, and they weren't about to waste any time with their tongue or fingers. This wasn't about her, and she knew that much. If they knew she was in heat, they didn't care. That was for the whining, little deertaur to worry about.

Down went the guy's pants, never minding the other frat boys in the room with him. Valeria felt something similar, though these hands were softer. One of the humans had wrapped his arms around her barrel, holding her upright even as he pressed his bare cock up between her lace-covered hind legs. But there was no lace or cloth just above that, protecting Valeria's soft, pink vulva. Valeria took a deep breath and clenched her eyes closed. Meera struggled against the straps that held her neatly in place, but Valeria didn't bother to kick, knowing it would just go worse for her if she did.

Bleeeeat! Both girls couldn't hold back as they were taken at the same time, the Pit Bull stuffing his fat cock right into Meera's sopping pussy, while the human worked a bit slower to push into Valeria's unprepped tunnel. She wasn't in heat, and she hadn't been greased by her boyfriend. Meera knew enough about different animals to know that the enormous, tapered dick had to be a dog's, no barbs raking her. She couldn't help but picture the drunk guy who'd promised to help her with her claustrophobia forgetting it all when the chance to rape a defenseless rump arrived. They'd barely contemplated for twenty seconds before jumping the rope and dropping their pants. Had there even been time to put on a condom? If she had learned anything about guys like Ronny, they didn't use protection if they could help it!

Now, the four guys in front of them glanced their way. “Holy shit, they're people!"

“Not that scary though - bleating? Give us a good scream, girls."

The does glanced at each other, but decided to stay as quiet as possible, which meant little gasps and groans as each guy started to pick up the pace. “I'm sorry," Meera said to Valeria, though she bore no responsibility for what was happening. Val might be a bit of a slut, but this was another level. Val just squeezed her hand and winced.

Ronny was really going at it now, like any good alpha dog, forcing Meera's straight and narrow tunnel to warp and stretch around his fat, throbbing cock. He was so wide in the middle she could feel her insides bowing out and squeezing against her other internal organs. But that pressure was increasing by the second, and Meera shivered as she realized the college boy meant to knot her! Valeria, meanwhile, was bucking her hips against one of the humans, not knowing if it was the one with blonde or brown hair. She had to guess which one had decided to claim her free deer rump, joining the promiscuous teenager in the ribald debauchery. Still, she'd never done a very good job resisting a big dick, and whoever it was was almost as big as Derek. Valeria moaned before she realized what she was doing and closed her mouth tightly.

The horse whinnied at his friend, and said, “You're right - they're more like sad ghosts than scary, decapitated heads." He walked up in front of Valeria as she tried to suppress her moans.

But Meera was a bit preoccupied, twin glands started to wedge her immature pussy apart like a pair of spreader pliers. Does weren't made for this! She squealed and yelped, “H-he's knotting!"

That got the four guys in front of her to pay attention. “He - what?" one of them said.

“Meera, shush," Valeria hissed, but it was already too late - the guys were all ears, and the stallion's ears were perked.

He stepped to his left and stood in front of Meera. He was no Derek. He put the pieces together almost immediately. “They're not gasping and moaning to scare us, boys. They're getting fucked back there. Isn't that right?"

Meera's face would have given away any attempt to lie, so she just nodded, her face bright red. He reached up to grab one of Meera's doe ears roughly. “She's a deer - there's no wall thick enough for them. Their back ends must be hanging out somewhere. Thought you'd have a little fun while the guests walked through?"

The scared doe trembled, staring up at the enormous horse. He was probably two feet taller than she was, and built for football. Her head was only a little bit higher up than his belly button! “Oh!" she yelped, as Ronny's knot widened, her hips starting to lock around the thin base of his cock. He was positively brimming inside of her, throbbing violently against her nubile clit. The stallion standing in front of her hardly seemed to matter compared to the second guy stuffed balls deep inside her, preparing to fire a full, canine-sized load into her defenseless womb. Another coin flip, she thought darkly. But this coin's 'heads' was buried deep beneath her 'tails'. She yelped to Valeria, “Ronny's knotting me!" in horror.

“Fuck, you were right, Winston, they really are getting fucked," one of the other guys said.

Valeria dug her nails into Meera's hand, trying to shut her up, but again it was too late.

Winston was a quick thinker. “Ronny Carmichael? The Pit Bull? He was in line ahead of us - oh… Oh, that's just rich. Isn't it boys?"

The three humans, however, looked totally lost.

“They're not getting fucked by the staff. They're getting fucked by the guests. Their back ends are in some future room. Probably supposed to be a joke, but the joke's on them."

Valeria chimed in now. “It's an accident. Please - you have to help us! They're raping us!"

Winston tsked three times in a row. “Rape huh? Is that why you pretended everything was normal when we walked in? Is that why you sat there, moaning? Or are you just afraid a horse cock is gonna bust you open?"

It was the worst time to moan, but both girls did it, as the boys on their backs slammed home. Valeria's guy dug his fingers into her sides and came messily deep in her quivering pussy, and Ronny leaned all the way forward, grabbing the scruff between Meera's shoulders to hold on as he finally tied her, humping fast and hard as his balls churned. With his canine nose, he probably knew she was in heat, but Meera could feel his warm cum draining straight into her vulnerable womb, the older boy not caring one whit whether he was about to become a father. With his knot tearing her poor vulva far beyond where it had ever stretched before, not a drop escaped, a low howl barely audible through the wall.

Valeria managed to stifle her moans somewhat, but her head, shoulders, and breasts were still shaking up and down as the orgasm hit her, her tight deer cunny squeezing hard around the stranger's spurting cock, but Meera fully lost it right in front of Winston. The pain and humiliation had tears running down her face, but she couldn't stop herself. She tossed her head back as the dog's knot grinded hard against the molten source of her heat. Her tight tunnel was aching, but still she clenched down and slammed her hips up and down, milking the grateful canine for all he was worth. “Ahhhhhh!" she sobbed.

Valeria, panting, glanced around the room, noticing the four tents now firmly standing inside the four guy's pants. But none of those tents were as obvious as Winston's. He, however, wasn't afraid to loosen up the slack. His large hands dropped to his pants and undid his belt, his pants dropped down to reveal his two-foot long, fat cylinder of a cock that extended past his belly button and stopped just a few inches from Meera's moaning face. The other boys watched in amazement at this escalation, but none moved to stop the horse.

He reached up to run a thick finger down Meera's moaning face and say, “How much of this do you think I'll be able to push into the little doe cunt of yours?"

Gasping and sobbing from all the feelings and sensations running through her body for the first time, the trapped doe whimpered, “N-no, please…" That horse cock was at least three-inches wide, from tip to base! Even if he stopped short, even an inch deep would split her poor rump in two. She begged again, “Please - you can't!"

Winston growled, a very unhorselike sound. “So Ronny gets you, but I don't?"

Meera stared wide-eyed at the stallion. “I - he - I'm tied up back there - he just…"

“Take me instead!" Valeria gasped.

“No - this is the one I want," he reiterated, sliding his hands down to cup her clothed breasts. “I'm going to ruin you. Don't pretend you don't want it, I can tell you're cumming."

Meera whimpered, “Please, I'll do anything. Anything!" She whined as Ronny's thrusts finally started to slow, her belly swelling with fresh, fertile dog cum. He let go of her scruff and licked her once by way of apology, but the dog wasn't going anywhere until his knot softened, his balls still clenching and shooting the richest splurts yet into her.

“How about a deal," the stallion said, suddenly. “You take care of me here, and I won't take care of you there," he said, pointing through the wall.

“Yes, yes, anything," Meera agreed readily. She'd already borne the brunt of two guys, deep in her heat. If Winston took her, she'd be limping for days at best, and she could only guess the odds if he fired a stallion-sized flood of cum into her churning womb. She shivered at the sloshing inside her, knowing that any second might be the moment that changes her life forever.

“Good girl." And while his friends watched in amazement, Winston reached both hands to Meera's blouse and ripped downward, shredding the black lace and revealing the doe's budding breasts to the room. She wasn't as developed as Valeria, but all taurs tended to have larger breasts. Meera blushed, but she couldn't exactly cover herself up with no arms! “Very nice," he ogled, and with one hand, he casually drew his massive cock up between her bared breasts, the tip almost poking Meera in the chin.

“Uhhhh…" she gasped again, staring just inches away from the unflared tip of Winston's throbbing monstrosity. The fat black-and-pink mottled dick was covered in throbbing veins, but felt soft against her smooth breasts. Now, with her orgasm dying down behind her, she was being casually used by two guys at once. Still, she couldn't possibly take such an impressive organ herself, so she had to perform for Winston. Hiking her chest out, she squealed softly as the horse started to hump up and between her large breasts, making them wobble and sway.

“Hey, Winston - should we really be -" one of the guys started to say.

Winston grunted, “Don't be a party pooper, Greg. Just slide that clock over to the other one and you all can have fun with her, too."

That was all it took to satisfy Greg's initial qualms, and soon he was standing on the clock, balanced right in front of Valeria, his pants down around his ankles. Slowly, with wide eyes, he untied the straps across her cleavage and lowered the cloth, revealing Valeria's even larger breasts. “Oh fuck, these are nice," he said, shivering.

Valeria glanced at her friend, who was trying to look away as the stallion humped her boobs, then back at Greg and sighed. Whichever human had taken her the first time, it didn't really matter, because the other guy was even now lining himself up with her freshly bred cunny. There was no point in fighting it anymore. Taking a deep breath, the teenage deertaur lowered her lips to Greg's dick, taking the grateful guy into her mouth.

Winston wasn't satisfied. “You'd better get that tongue working, girl."

Meera blushed. “I can't fit...that in my mouth!"

He was unsympathetic. “Either it goes in these lips…" he said, pointing to the wall to add, “Or those. You'll see just how much of a joke a dog knot is."

The Pit Bull was starting to test the tie, but it was still quite tight. Biting her lip, Meera did as she was told, lowering her mouth to the three-inch tip. She was right, she couldn't take his tip, flared or not. But she could wrap her lips around his urethra, slurping noisily with her tongue. That seemed to satisfy the big guy. He humped her breasts, Meera's head bobbing up and down to keep contact with his saliva soaked cockhead.

“That's not bad," Winston groaned, enjoying the soft mounds of flesh gripping his fat, pink-and-black shaft. His medial ring kept getting stuck going back and forth, making her boobs wobble wildly. With a grunt, he put his strong hands on the back of the teenager's head, holding her firm to his cock tip as he leaned forward and bucked a little harder, straining the poor girl's neck.

But she didn't really have a choice, did she? Even as globs of cum started beading right in her mouth, Meera found herself forced to slurp and swallow in her first blow-job. She'd always found the whole concept gross, but then, guys weren't really her thing. That hadn't stopped her deer end from clenching down hard around Ronny's dog cock and straining the leg straps with her reckless, orgasmic thrashing. Even now, she jerked and quivered while the Pit Bull drained the rest of his balls into her bloated belly. She shivered, licking and slurping as she basically made out with the big hole at the end of Winston's cock. Only then did his hands slide down to squeeze her breasts together, the slickness on his cock greasing his growing thrusts. She had to work to keep him in her mouth as he humped and pumped her plush boobs.

While Meera concentrated, Valeria was doing her best, moaning and humping her rump up and down against one of the guys behind her, while bobbing her head like she'd done so many times before. Greg wasn't too small, actually - she wouldn't mind trying him out for size later. She curled her tongue around his tip and suckled and slurped, switching things up to make him groan. He grabbed her sensitive ears, but she'd learned to like that, obediently bleating as she started to taste cum. She'd never been used from both sides before, and having absolutely no choice in the matter had her hindquarters cramping from lust. If it weren't for poor Meera, this might have been the best night of Valeria's life. But while the slutty doetaur wasn't in heat, her friend was, and despite Meera's whimpers and moans, Valeria knew the girl would rather be anywhere than trapped in the wall, rolling the dice again and again.

“Oh!" Meera gasped, Ronny getting tired of waiting. She felt the big Pit Bull shifting around behind her, getting off her back to get better leverage. And then he tugged. And tugged again. Each time, his huge bulge strained against her deer pussy, not soft and pliable like a bitch. Ronny was determined, though, a grunt echoing through the wall as he pulled himself forward, perhaps helped off by one of the free guys in the room. Meera had to lean forward to keep licking Winston while she was pulled backward, her aching lips stretched to their limit, then her rump was slammed all the way back against the creaking leather straps. Still he wasn't out, the pain starting to make Meera cry, even as the pressure moved to her torso, squished up against the wall. The wall held, the straps held, but her pussy didn't, and with a loud pop! Ronny finally ripped his knot from her now-gaping doe hole. She was definitely leaking now, warm fluid bubbling down her rump to stain her lace leggings. But if she thought she was going to get a break, she was in for a surprise, because that black panther was sick and tired of waiting for doggy. Before she could even take a breath, he was on her, claws digging into her flanks and ripping her dress. Jessica wouldn't be happy about that! The big cat was just the right height, like all of these guys, pushing his black fur up against hers and sliding his slick cock up, up, up...until he found her tailhole.

“Wait, no!" she yelped, but it was already too late.

The panther didn't want Ronny's sloppy seconds, choosing her virgin asshole instead, and with just that half-second of warning, humped up and in, his barbed cock filling her rectum nicely. Shocked, Meera looked from Winston to Meera and back and said, “He's in my … ass!"

Winston just grinned. “Thought a mousey little bitch like you would be used to having something stuck up there. Now get back to sucking or the deals off."

Frantic, Meera dove back onto the stallion's half-flared tip, gulping up the several drops of pre-cum that had pooled there in her shock. She just had to wince and accept that the big cat was reaming her burning anus, and judging by his clenching claws, was enjoying her piece of tail greatly. At least she didn't have to worry about kittens!

“Ow...nnngh, ow!" she squealed between suckles of horse cock. Ronny had been a lot more pleasant. But at least that helped her to focus on Winston. She'd been a virgin, and now she was thinking about Pit Bulls and panthers and horses, after giving the first shot at her womb to a dumb human jock. She felt a little annoyed at how much Valeria seemed to have gotten into it, though, the neighboring deertaur moaning, her chest heaving as she let Greg into her throat.

Winston whinnied, and the head of his cock flared wide, four-inches at least, the convex tip squished up against her mouth. There was no other warning before he hefted his wiry tail and let loose, the first gush filling her mouth in less than a second. Meera coughed and sputtered, turned away, but Winston grabbed his own tip and directed it like a hose, giving a nice, fresh load to her face, blinding her as she felt a gush in her hair, against her neck, and then nice and full right between her breasts. Cum spilled slowly, sticky and warm, down what seemed like every inch of her face, and she couldn't do one thing to wipe herself clean. She choked and spat out as much as she could, but already a full load had splashed so hard against the back of her throat that she'd reflexively gulped it down, the warm seed gushing down her esophagus and filling her belly on the other side of the wall. Could those guys tell? Could they see her stomach swell and guess why?

“Koff, chk, shhhk!" she sounded, trying to breathe, tears mixing with the fresh, warm cum all over her face.

“You pass," Winston said simply, zipping himself up and patting her on a small patch of clean fur on the top of her head. He left her there, covered in cum, unable to see and only half able to breathe. She might have been more offended if the panther on her back didn't take that exact moment, after about fifteen painful thrusts, to yowl and pull back, his barbs raking her sensitive asshole. She screeched, but Winston didn't even look back at her. It was still three minutes before Valeria's second guy finally gave her what she needed, sending her into spasms of wailing bliss, and in that time, the panther came twice more, painting Meera's burning tailhole again. Greg was happy to moan and give the shuddering Valeria a thick drink while she came.

Meera knew from the internet that she could have faced this for hours more - cats had a short refractory period - but the other guys seemed to egg him on to leave, and they finally opened the door, advancing the locks. Of course they didn't take the time to clean them up or zip them up, leaving them bare assed and drenched in cum. Meera couldn't really expect anything else.

She could barely see Winston leaving, the two guys that hadn't gotten any saying they were going to wait until room nine to have their fun. Meera panted, her vision blurred by horse cum - at least she could take one of those guys. Winston would have killed her. And as awful as getting pregnant by some human she knew nothing about, getting a foal from Winston would leave her waddling for months. She may not have dodged the horse's erupting cock, but she had certainly dodged a bullet!

It was the last family of the night that walked in next, with a 5 year old boy and a seven year old girl. “What's that, Mommy?" the girl asked.

Meera had to hand it to the parents; they managed to quickly say “She's covered in ghost ectoplasm…" But she could tell they were having trouble enjoying the room with the cum drenched deertaur mounted on the wall. Valeria had ended up fairly clean, so ironically, Meera looked like the slut. Though both had their breasts sticking out in plain view.

What really concerned Meera was what Mr. Lambert and Uncle Cody were going to do now that they were in the room with their naked, abused rumps. Would they call the cops? Would they try to cover for the two girls? Would -

After two minutes of uncertainty, she found out, with a firm hand gripping her white tail. She stared over at Valeria and gasped, “Mr. Lambert just grabbed my tail!"

She shivered, in disbelief of her own. “Y-your uncle just squeezed my…" she cut her words off to a whisper, not finishing that statement in front of the kids.

Together, they realized that these authority figures, knowing exactly who they were and what a predicament they were in, were about to abandon all responsibility and join in. “No way…" they both said, together.

This night couldn't get any worse.

Could it?