The doe lifted her head and listened intensely. Her ears flicking this and that way, while her eyes tried to make out a movement in twilight that surrounded her in the forest. Instinctively she knew that something, someone was watching here. A bright flash in the corner of her eye caught her attention for a split second. But before her eye could focus on the origin, before she even realized what she was seeing, it hit her like a speeding bus. BANG! As if someone had taken a baseball bat, it not only smashed her head around, it did it with so much force she was literally thrown off her hooves and smashed to the ground. She didn't feel herself hitting. Instead her mind drifted through a haze of sensations that made no sense. Gravity seemed to have ceased and she felt like she was pulled in circles as if tumbling in an eddy. There was no pain, only a ringing in her ears and a sense of confusion. That and this feeling that she was missing something really important... It itched. Her vision was blood stained, and grass poked into her eyeball as her vision returned with a throbbing sensation. But she couldn't blink, instead her eye felt squeezed uncomfortably, and pushed straight into the grass and dirt under her. Pine needles stuck to her eye, blurring her vision further and her whole face felt sticky. She couldn't move her eye. And she somehow only had one of them. She didn't feel the other half, nor the other half of her face and head. She didn't even feel the lack of it, it was as if they had never existed. Come to think of it, she didn't feel her left legs or anything on that side either, but she only noticed that as she tried to move, to stand up. Confusing as it was, It was as if she was as of lately, only half a deer. Her body twitched. The side that she couldn't feel was somehow still there, and it kicked and twitched, even though she couldn't feel it directly. And her eye was stuck and squeezed, and bulged out, so her eyelids didn't close over it anymore. Yeah, that was it, she realized, her eye had popped out of its socket, that had to be it! She tried to pull her head up. But it was stuck. Something sticky glued her to the ground, and only reluctantly let go with an odd pulling sensation that seemed to originate from behind her temples. She heard a squishy sound and suddenly felt dizzy. The sensation of being swirled around in an eddy returned for a second, but at least this time she was firmly on the ground and couldn't fall again. She felt light headed - in a really odd way, as if something everything on her head was loose. But at least finally she got her head lifted. Her impaired vision focused on where she had been laying. She had been stuck in a pile of goop. Further downrange in the moss were more bits, almost as if someone had flung a hand full of light coloured minced meat and it had impacted the meadow in a splash pattern. It was mixed with strands of brown fur, like hers, and ... pieces of bone? An odd oozing sensation occurred to her. It originated from just in front and under her ear. Something wet and bloody hung to her face for a second, fighting gravity, then splashed down into the pile. It was more of that goop. Only then it hit her! That was her brain!!!! She was looking at bits of her brain! That also explained the odd feeling in her head, her skull must have been burst apart and was now only held together by fur and skin. A noise made her turn her head further - to look at the source since her eye couldn't move- and she tried to get her bulging - popped out eyeball to focus on the furred figure in a hunting outfit that had walked up to her. She didn't recognize the species, didn't know that it was a fox. But she did knew it was a hunting rifle he was holding. And she also knew she *should* know him, he looked familiar. More so she knew he was supposed to be here, she just didn't remember who... "Wow, you are still alive? Can you understand me?" Marik asked with a smile. Ajana heard the words. She nodded, then wanted to answer. She opened her mouth awkwardly, felt her head deform as her jaws moved, but she didn't know how to form words. How did you make these words? She knew she used to know... "Awesome! You need to see this! I need to make a pic, or you never believe me later that I got you. Watch this!" He took a phone out of his pocket, and made a picture of her. She had to know him, obviously, she knew it was his phone. She even remembered the pin to unlock it. But where did she know him from? Ajana couldn't remember. It all made no sense... He showed her the picture. She was on the ground. She was whole, her left side, which seemed to be gone, where she couldn't feel a thing, looked completely normal. Except for her head. On the left, there was only a small hole in her head, just under the ear. Her eye, the one she couldn't see with, looked normal, except that it stared blankly into the distance, like a corpse. The other side of her head however, the one she did see with, was a big mess. Her eye indeed had popped out of it's socket, and was stuck in that position. Her entire skull was deformed and ill shaped, and there was a large, gaping hole with ragged edges, as if someone had punched a fist right through there. The hunter, the one she still couldn't remember who it was, made a second picture, obviously excited. Again he showed her. This time she could see into the hole in her head! She was hollow. Her head was hollow. Well, not entirely hollow, there was still some of her brain on the far side, maybe a bit less than half - but there was a visible hole in her mind that went all the way through. The way the photo was shot, she could even see straight through her head, at the trees on the other side. "Can you still talk?" Marik asked. Ajana once more tried to remember how talking was done, without success. But she understood the question, so she shook her head. "Well, you definitely still understand me, so I guess you want to do this as much as I do! He said giggling. He seemed quite excited "I hope you remember that later..." he announced, and zipped open his pants. She saw his cock. It looked like a fox cock was supposed to. She didn't remember what a fox was, but this cock looked like it used to, she knew that. She didn't exactly get what he meant though. He was really gentle as he took her head in his paws, one paw steadied her behind her ear, the other gently stabilized her jaw and snout. Then he pulled her closer, to his crotch. She only understood what he was up to, when he didn't stop, as his throbbing tip gently brushed over the ragged edge of her broken skull. When she saw where it was going. She couldn't feel it inside, even as she felt a slight resistance, as his paws on her head squeezed firmer and a delightful grunt escaped his throat. A weird shudder run through her and she saw lights and colours were there were none. Then something made click. As if someone had switched the lights on, she suddenly knew his name again. Marik! He had shot her, and it was part of the game!!! She remembered. She also felt a throbbing pain in her head that she hadn't before, but what was more important, she also felt the hot and moist sensation of her own arousal between her back legs - well the one leg she could still feel. Oh boy, was this hot! Her breathing sped up, and a shiver went through her and a moan escaped her, and she flicked her tail up in inviting reflex. Marik had no eyes for it though. He pulled stronger, and suddenly, with a squishy sound, she felt herself pulled all the way towards him. Pressed against his hips, she felt his furry sack brush against her cheek, warm and soft. Ajana couldn't see it, but she knew that his cock just had to have penetrated all the way through her head and was now peeking out her left, through the hole and into the open, as Marik moaned and shuddered loud. She moaned, too. And then she felt him buckle and thrust. Once, twice, he started fucking her skull in earnest. It felt as if her head was kneaded through like a loaf of dough. Her broken skull bones shifted and bent against each other, although she still barely felt any pain. Weird images appeared in front of the eye that she could no longer see with. Sensations in body parts that she couldn't feel, even body parts that she had never even had. Sounds rung in her ears that were impossible, that no one had ever heard. Sounds that had a smell, and smelled like musky love. The tugging in her eye suddenly got better, and she felt her vision shift. She was looking down, swaying left and right. Apparently her eyeball had just popped out completely and now it swung with the rhythm of Marik's thrusts, hanging on its nerve that somehow still allowed her to see. She tasted things. Cum, and blood, and her own love juices, and things she remembered tasting a long time ago. Memories manifested themselves without order or sense, so real as if it was now, only to be gone a second later with no real transition. It was unreal. The scent of his musk was real though, it intensified as he got closer to his peak, and so got she, trembling, spasming, jerking. It took her a while to realize her body was really convulsing like that and it wasn't just another weird illusion. But it was definitely orgasmic. She felt herself jerk and kick and arch, and had no control at all. It was so awesome to loose control like this. And then he came too, he groaned, and rammed his cock in as deeply as he could. So deep she could almost feel his cock squeeze her head apart from the inside. She could feel him pulse and squirt, all the way through her, while her own body convulsed and spasmed in orgasmic shivers. And then he ripped her skull away from him, pulled out, ripped out. She felt the yank on her jaws and on the back of her head, then a painful, ripping sensation, as if her whole body was torn apart, even though she knew it was just her skull giving in... ...and then nothing. No sound, except the echoes of her imagination. No vision, except the tricky blurry shapes her tormented brain made up. No sensation, except for the still present afterglow of her own orgasm. She couldn't feel, hear or see her body collapse limply, just a few inches away. But she was still aware, and even better, she knew what just had happened. Marik had fucked her brains out! She, everything she was, her consciousness, her memories, her self, was now just a lump of goopy brain mass, stuck, impaled on his cock! On his throbbing, stiff cock, that was just shooting out the last few oozing spurts of fox come, over her brainless, mindless, collapsed body. She couldn't see it, she couldn't feel anything, she couldn't possibly be aware, but she still knew exactly, how he stood there, staring at the goopy, bloody mass stuck on his bright red fox dick. She knew how his paws grasped for this squishy blob that she had become, little more than gooey lubrication for his pleasure, and squished her just a tiny bit so blood and an odd white fluid squirted through his fingers. A weird glow, and an odd stream of forced memories, fleeting sensations and unrelated emotions overcame her, and told her that she wasn't just imagining this. That his paws were real, as he now started stroking, masturbating with her exposed brain mass, shedding bits and pieces of her personality that her mind wouldn't, couldn't possibly remember having had. She knew what he would do next. She embraced it, she looked forward to it, even though she couldn't possibly see it coming. She braced herself, even though there was nothing to brace against. Even though she was nothing but a mind. And there was no way to prepare for this, for the ultimate perverse invasion of her thoughts and her self. Yet she would have screamed in bliss and pleasure as it finally happened. "Do it!" she thought, she screamed in her thought: "Do me! Squish me like a bug!" Marik arched, as he came again, the second time in a row. He couldn't sense the latest climax happening in the brain beneath his fingers. But he felt his own, and he squeezed! Squished, pushed, clenched, shivering, until he could feel the disintegrating mass pour and ooze through his fingers and drop to the ground like a disintegrating loaf of minced meat. Just as his own seed - not more than a few thin drops - splattered from his tip. Now all he had in his paws was his own cock. Slimy and slippery from blood, cum and brain matter, but his cock. And all that was left of Ajana, for now, was a brainless husk with a deformed shattered skull. And of course a number of scattered squishy bits and pieces of what originally had been her. What a mess!