Chapter Two: An Applicant's Enrollment "I understand... no hard feelings, Urus," Silas moaned weakly, his voice high-pitched and gritty with the agony in his gut. Just then, the door opened, and Marcel strode back into the room. The tall stag paused as he surveyed the scene. "Oh, looks like we've lost another one," he observed with a smirk, while Sofia moved back to the whiteboard. She updated the fresh scores and erased Anatoli's name and numbers from the list. Then, she drew in their place a pair of eggs cracked open. The larger stag approached and playfully tousled Silas's hair, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Congratulations, you're still intact and leading in points—good job." Silas stole a glance at the imposing figure, a surge of secret admiration within him. "I... I... must win," he whimpered, looking up at Marcel's smiling face. The gentle stag leaned over to plant a soft kiss on Silas's cheek. "I certainly admire your determination," Marcel said, his hands moving up to cup and squeeze Silas’ rump. "I have to admit, this is getting me all hot and bothered. I wish I had a doe handy." Realising the others were looking, Silas struggled against the ropes, showing them and, more importantly, the male behind him, that he wasn't that kind of male—or at least that's what he wanted the others and himself to believe. "E-enough, let's get on with this," Silas pleaded. With Darby and Anatoli having left the room, only Silas, Urus, Goya, Marcel, and Sofie remained. If Marcel's return was anything to go by, then Darby would more than likely return soon. "Hmmm, now we're pretty far into the test, so let's have a few one-kick rounds, shall we? Or what do you two applicants say? Want to see the other applicant pop in the first round, just to have six rounds ahead of you to endure?" Sofie teased. Seven more rounds were on the table, and if she didn't pace them, they might outcompete each other too early. "I… One-on-one kick rounds sound fine," Urus said, a little ashamed at turning down a challenge, but also very much aware of the sounds that had come from between his legs. The she-wolf nodded her head, looking up at her friends to gauge their agreement. The ram seemed okay with it, still recovering from the hit he had received from Sofie. Marcel was less content; his absence had left him eager to deliver an even more impressive performance. "Good, now without further ado; Ready... Set... Go!" 'Thump Thump.' Both Silas and Urus withstood the kicks with only a grimace, although Marcel had landed the harder blow. The tall stag took a quick step forward, swinging his body to maximise the power of the kick, his mind flashing back to what he had seen while taking the wolf to the campus doctor. Goya was tired, having been delivering punishment without rest. Yet the sounds of cracking and crunching still emanated from the bull. Urus was panting, his beady dark eyes wide with stress. Drool dribbled from the corners of his mouth, his pride almost as battered as Silas's. "Well, that was pretty much a tie, but I'm giving Silas half a point more. Just because Marcel really let him have it with that one, and he didn't scream at all," Sofia pointed out, glancing down at the puddle under Silas' table. Urus flashed a frown at the ram behind him, concerned about falling behind. "Are we ready to go again?" Urus asked, glaring at the ram. "So eager, fine; Ready... Set... Go!" 'Thump Thump.' The next kicks came as swiftly as the bull had requested. Urus clenched his teeth tightly as the kick nearly left an imprint of the cloven hoof on his skin. A tear fell from his eye while the disturbing sounds behind him grew louder. "I have to win," Urus whispered, with a wavering determination in his voice as he faced the internal conflict over what was to come. This was his last chance to gain university entrance, as all the other schools had already denied him. "Nice hits, guys," Sofie cheered, jotting down the scores and this time awarding the bull half a pity point — partly for the symphony of sounds his body was making but also because his pride was setting a steady rhythm, thumping against the underside of the table. "By the gods, Mia, get me through this," Silas silently begged, torn between quitting and going on to make his girlfriend proud. "For Mia, for my doe." Saliva drooled onto the table as he struggled to keep his composure, grateful at least that he'd had only Mia's doe lips for breakfast. "So, are you in need of a rest break?" Sofia asked with a smirk, her eyes flitting between Urus and Silas as both shook their heads. That pretty she-wolf's grin widened; she was thrilled by the test of the males' resolve. "Wonderful... Ready... Set... Go!" 'Thump Thump.' 'CRUNCH!' The sickening sound was shockingly loud, and for a moment, all froze. "MMMOOAHA!" Urus bellowed out, his powerful body momentarily lifting the table off the floor. As the big bull groaned and whimpered, everyone stared at him in shock. "Oh, fuck!" Goya moaned, rushing to assess the now half-deflated sack that, just moments before, had contained two melon-sized orbs. Now, the larger of those jewels had been reduced to thick mush. The ram prodded what remained; he’d destroyed half of the bovine's mating potential. "One down," Sofia observed gleefully, drawing a cracked egg on the board next to the bull's score. "I guess the question now is, are you going to quit like a certain wolf, or go for broke like a certain bear?" she asked. Silas looked over at his friend, feeling a wave of sadness. For a moment, he considered quitting to let Urus win. But no, he couldn't do that, no matter how fond he was of Urus... this was, after all, a winner-takes-all contest. "We go on... I go on," Urus declared, fighting through the pain and trying to hold back his tears—a battle he lost as they flowed freely, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Underneath both tables, the thumping persisted. Urus's resolve remained unyielding despite the lingering scent of Sofie's heat in the air, while Silas grappled with his own turmoil, unintentionally enlarging the puddle on the floor by the minute. "Hey, cheer up buddy, you stand to win this," Marcel whispered into Silas' ear, caressing the male's shoulders in an attempt to alleviate his whimpering. It was more or less successful as the smaller stag stopped lying limply on the table. "Good boy," Marcel cheered. The comment caused Silas' tail to twitch involuntarily back and forth, his heart fluttering from the tumult of emotions―feeling sad for Urus, who had suffered a loss, yet also relieved that his own place at the university was nearly secure. "Opting for the same path as our bear friend, I see. Are you sure that's a wise choice? You might not be able to sire any calves if you lose," Sofie teased, her tail swaying, wafting her and Nikolaj's scent towards the bulls dripping nose. "If I lose... then it wasn't meant to be," Urus replied, a mix of anger and sorrow in his tone. That male wolf had been given a chance to breed, a chance he might never have; the world seemed unfair to him. Yet he pondered that, had the world been fair, he might never have found himself in this predicament to start with. "Ready... Set... Go!" 'Thump, thump.' The sound of his second melon shattering was even louder than the first. The bull gave a weak bellow as Goya stood there, balanced on one hoof, his hoof still pressed into the mush-filled pouch that had, until recently, been the bovine's source of pride. Goya's muzzle showed shock and awe as he glanced around at Marcel and Sofia, who were smiling proudly. Below the table, the bovine organ gushed out seven huge blasts of milk onto the floor. As the last sperm those nuts would ever produce was wasted, forming a thick creamy white puddle. "Fuck!" Marcel exclaimed, a mix of surprise and pride in his voice as he looked into the ram's eyes. "You're every bit the ram your brother is!" he congratulated Goya, slapping him on the shoulder. At that moment, the doors swung open, and Darby returned, leading a huge middle-aged elephant. Darby's eyes widened upon seeing his brother's hoof still embedded in Urus's ruined sack. "Fuckin' hell... Yes, that's the way, Goya! You've turned that bull into a steer!" Suddenly, the two were in each other's arms, Darby swinging his twin around as they celebrated exuberantly. "My... oh my... you lads have really upheld the school tradition this year," the large elephant said, beaming as he congratulated the students. He then moved to check on the panting steer. "Well, let's get you to the office," he said, as he untied the suffering bovine. With ease, he hoisted Urus over his shoulder and waddled out of the room, accompanied by the steer's groans. “Hey hey hey... looks like we got a winner... time to welcome him in,” Marcel laughed as he fondled Silas's pink tailhole, the two ram brothers crowded around him. "Wait... wait, wh-what are you?" Silas stuttered as he felt the others begin to play with him. A stick came flying at the three eager students. Sofie tapped her paw against the floor as she looked at them with disappointment. "And just what do you think you three are doing?" "But, he won. Isn’t it time for us to... you know?" Goya asked. "Males, always eager to mess things up when their hormones get involved. No, you idiot. It’s up for him to decide. Remember?" Sofie growled, locking eyes with Marcel. "S-sorry. Go ahead and tell Silas his option," Marcel said, his voice filled with embarrassment. "Sorry about that. They can get oh so rowdy when a winner is declared," Sofie said, gently stroking the still-bound stag's cheek. How sweet, he was shaking a little. "So what now? I won, right? Untie me," Silas said. "Not yet. Remember, there are three rounds still to go. The reason why these three behind you are jumping the gun is because nobody has ever chosen the first of the two options I’m about to give to you," Sofie explained, gently stroking a claw along his antler. Such a pretty pair. She thought. Just perfect for someone to grab onto. "Okay, what are these two options?" the bound stag pleaded. "Option one is to continue, but since you’re the last male, it means we have to change the rules a little to keep the other students occupied. Instead of just Marcel kicking you once for each round, all of these three guys will be allowed to kick you once for each round... Meaning you’ve actually got nine kicks left, and not three." No answer came from Silas, as he instead promptly began to struggle against the ropes, hoping to free himself from the coming torment. "But, but... There is option number two. We’re all pretty pent up here, just look at how much your friend released beside you," Sofie said, pointing at the puddle that had reached Silas’ own hooves. "Option two is for you to help these three comrades of mine to release themselves... using you." "Using me?" Silas asked, confused for a long moment, and then his nose darkened as he felt a shame-filled blush sweep over him. "Wait... wait, you mean like... I let them use me to... to get off." Suddenly, those wicked caresses on his taboo flesh made sense—they were wanting to... to... "You mean they want to rut me like I was a doe?" It was plain from his reaction that the young stag was shocked, and yet there was something in the back of his mind that whispered to him, wanting him to give it a try; just this once. It was better than ending up like Urus—becoming a havier was not in his mind. Nine... nine more kicks otherwise, and he doubted they would go easy on him, since it was obvious they wanted to mount him. "Oh, come on, it won't be so bad," Marcel purred into his ear, gently squeezing and rubbing Silas’ neck and shoulders. "We promise to go easy on you." “Speak for yourself, Marcel,” Darby snickered, his fingers fondling Silas's swollen pair, it was plain the ram wouldn't mind neutering another male. “I'm gonna rut him like a two dollar street doe!” “Come on, be a sport Silas,” Goya grunted, the ram very excited after having busted Urus. “A lot of guys really like tailhole stuff... Ain't that right, Sofia?” The ram pointed out, his fingers gripping and stroking the stag's tiny water hose. “Sure they do Goya, especially males like him,” The pretty she-wolf teased, as she watched Silas's organ vanish into the ram's palm. “So what's it gonna be; us in your rump, or hooves to yer nuts?” The small stag looked up at the three males behind him, blushing hard as he stammered trying to get the words out. “Ammm, fu-fuck... fuck me,” “I call shotgun!” Darby roared, lining himself up with the trapped male's rump. It was cute how the short tail tried to hide his forbidden entrance, but with him being a deer it was as good as useless as his small tail danced back and forth, seemingly inviting the ram forward. “Probably for the better, after all you’re the tiniest,” Marcel teased, sitting down on the table beside Silas’. Sofie kneeling before the helpless applicant, locking eyes with him as she looked him over, his stick was twitching like it had waited for this its entire life, while the stag above seemed torn between crying and asking for kicks as he felt the ram line himself up with his tailhole. “Relax, it'll make it all much easier for you,” Sofie teased, one of her small hands lowering itself to between her legs, a finger scooping up some of the seed her pussy wasn’t able to keep in. How Nikolaj had truly been a blessing, her body simmering as it felt her heat ending, his seed likely already having found her eager eggs. Goya was waiting patiently behind his brother, a little saddened that he hadn’t gotten first dibs. “Don’t be a sore loser, Goya, Darby was the first to neuter a male today after all,” Marcel said, choosing to ignore Ventons near castration that was against the rules. Darby shoved his tip against the tight pucker, making Silas squeal out as the bulbous head made contact. “Wait,” Goya called out, bending down to gather up a handful of bull cum. “Let me get you lubed up,” He said, rubbing the warm stuff all over Darby’s pride, before pausing to smear a glob over the stag's pink tailhole. “That should do the trick.” “Thanks brother,” Darby grunted, as he once again pushed his head against that velvety flesh. The head sliding in this time, as Silas let out a grunt of pain. Leaning down, Marcel nibbled on the other stag's ear gently, whispering instructions. “Take it easy, push out like you're taking a dump as you inhale, then relax on the exhales,” He advised, making Silas wonder just how he was so knowledgeable about tailhole rutting. “I've fucked plenty of doe's up the tailhole,” Marcel said into his ear, his tongue pushing inside a bit. “And a few stags,” he admitted in a lust filled voice, that made Silas tremble. “Oh!” Silas moaned as there was a sudden 'Slurping', and then a flash of pain as Darby slipped deep inside of him. Silas’ eyes opened so wide, they looked like they might fall out. His own member jerked and tensed wildly, as the ram let out a moan of delight. “Oh damn this is some tight boi-cunt!” Darby blurted out, as he bucked his hips, pushing deeper. Until his heavy woolly balls came to rest right against the stags furry ones, that tailhole quivering and squeezing around the ram's hard fucker. Silas’ eyes had dried up, as horror filled his body. He was a breeding stag with an eager doe as his girlfriend… but this was better than getting neutered after all, he reminded himself. “Breathe Silas, remember?” Sofie said, the sound of him being violated and her fingering echoing throughout the room. The she-wolf very much enjoyed this final act of their school's test. Silas started to breathe like Marcel had instructed him to do, trying in vain to imagine how it would feel to mount his own doe this way, begging for his imagination to turn this into a more pride filled moment. The distant smell of Sofie’s heat helped, he closed his eyes, imagining himself with the she-wolf of all furs. She might not have been his mate, but it was all he had to work with. “Marcel, do you think it’d be alright for me to do, you know what?” Sofie asked. “Of course, help the poor stag out.” A glee was heard from the pretty wolf as she stood up, spinning around to shove her tail into the applicant's face. “Open your eyes boy, I’ve got a present for you,” Sofie said, he opened his eyes and came face to face with her grey mound, her lips glistening with her and Nikolaj’s love. In shock he looked up at the older female, a fire in her eyes as she slowly leaned forward, inviting for the stag to get a taste of female in this otherwise emasculating moment. “I’d take the offer if I were you,” Marcel said quietly, so that the ram didn’t hear. “She’s a beauty at this school, fewer furs will tease you if they think you ‘mated’ with a predator.” Silas felt her moist and sticky folds rub against his nose, the scent of her heat along with the smell of wolf essence strong. Opening his mouth, his tongue flickered out to lap against her. As he found himself shocked by how hot it was. Sofia moaned and growled happily, soon the wolf was grinding her sex against him. Silas tried not to think about the cum he was eating, or what Venton might do if he caught them. He suspected that the rabbit lived with his dick buried there, so this was almost like he was blowing the bunny. “Oho gods, you want it all don't you?” Sofia moaned, as his tongue pushed deep inside. “Damn, look at this doe going down on a wolf!” Darby laughed, gripping the stag's hip's tightly, as he rolled his hip's, pounding himself in and out of Silas savagely. “Fuckin' dead sexy is what that is,” Goya laughed loudly, urging his brother on as Darby hammered away at the stag's clenching anus. “Uhu uhu uhu...” Silas was grunting now, as Marcel kissed and nibbled on his slender neck. Both stags were aware that he was cumming under the table, his eyes growing more and more glassy. As Darby pounded against his pleasure point, making the helpless deer push his ass back eagerly into every thrust. As more and more splashed out onto the floor, waves of pleasure assaulted his mind. No one was even touching him, yet he just kept dribbling out more and more. “Cumming from having a hard dick crammed into you?” Marcel asked teasingly, his fingertips touching Silas's dick head lightly, feeling the cum bubbling out. “Who's a slutty doe?” “I'm a slutty doe!” Silas moaned, as he tongue fucked the hot lupine. With his tongue bottoming out in Sofie’s sex, her pussy ran out of male essence to give, not that it mattered as the stag’s mind was going blank, as the pussy on his snout denied him much needed oxygen. Behind him, another male was pounding the air out of him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck; take this you little slut!” Darby roared, his hips slamming into the pink tailhole, releasing his pent up frustration, giving the virgin with his first ever anal creampie. The sensation wasn’t lost on Silas as he felt spurt after spurt of scolding hot seed enter him. New tears fell from his wide open eyes as he screamed into the she-wolf's pussy. Making Sofie bend over to support herself using his antlers. The ram held still, his hips connected to Silas’ smaller ones. Grinding himself slowly, hoping for Silas to make a few more grunts. Below the bound stag, he was left high and dry, as the thrusts had left Silas on the brink of another climax, just short of spurting his virile load onto the floor for the fifth time, with his stag balls now having swollen to be the biggest in the room. “One down, two to go,” Sofie said out of breath, her own sex shaking at how good the stag had been eating her out; she really needed to get Venton neutered if there were males out there as good as Silas ate her out, and how good Nikolaj’s seed had tasted and felt. A profound ‘pop’ was heard as Darby pulled back, exiting the ruined male. Seed spilled when his member no longer held it back, yet most had been swallowed up by Silas’ eager tailhole. The presence of Darby’s seed, something Silas could feel in his guts. Silas grunted, his hips thrusting back and forth comically, as Darby yanked out and stepped to the side. Instantly his brother pounced the bare rump, like a hungry predator on a plate of tank grown meat. Sinking his throbbing member balls deep, in a single thrust, the ram lost in his desire to cum. Only the stretching he’d received from Darby, and the slippery cum kept his hole from being ripped apart. Still, Silas let out a squeak of pain, making the once proud stag feel even more doe-like. “IEIEIEE!” Silas screamed, as the ram's balls smacked into his own bruised orbs, with a solid sound 'Whap'. He gasped and grunted from Goya pumping away lustfully. “Hehe yeah... Oh yeah my little doe, I'm gonna make you squirt,” The ram grunted eagerly, as he gripped those lush hip's and stabbed away savagely inside that cream filled hole. Silas watched Darby swaggered around in front of him, moving the she-wolf out of the way to take her place in front of the stag. “Alright little doe... time to lick me clean,” he snorted, shoving his stiff organ towards Silas's mouth, he opened his mouth to protest only to have it shoved inside. Silas couldn't find the willpower to resist, and found himself suckling on the ram's semi hard-on. “Aha yeah that's it, clean that dick up and get it good and hard again.” Silas moaned in defeat, as he sucked. His mouth tasted his own tailhole on the prick, along with the rams cum and a bit of bull milk. “Oh wow... you really are taking to this?” Marcel observed with a smirk as he looked into Silas's eyes. “What would that girl of yours say, if she saw you like this?” the bigger stag taunted, leaning in to kiss along Silas's cheek. In the bliss of the moment, Darby didn’t spot the she-wolf behind him. The unmistakable feel of her clawed hand on his jewels pulling him out of the moment. “What the-AWW!” Darby screamed, as he was pulled away from the sucking muzzle, falling loudly onto his butt. “That’s what you get for interrupting my fun time! You get his rump, I get his muzzle!” Sofie growled, angry that the ram had so rudely pulled her away from that wonderful tongue. “You little shit, who do you think you are!” Darby retorted. ‘Thump’ The ram’s scream filled the room as he rolled into a ball, his own nuts having received a hit from Marcel's hoof. “She’s my soulmate's best friend, so you better stay in line!” Marcel roared, lining up a second shot before Darby backed off, the ram was like Venton in a way, he was full of trust until his dick got wet. “Thanks, Marcel, Leslie really is lucky to have a stag like you,” Sofie giggled, hugging the taller male quickly before returning to that wonderful snake Silas called his tongue. Whatever… I’ve got a sow to mate with anyway!” Darby angrily said, taking his clothing as he walked out the backdoor, eager to find his bear mate, Alberte. “Can’t blame him too much, this mouth is far better than Albertes,” Sofie giggled. “Really, is he that good or is Alberte, you know?” Goya got curious, with his brother leaving, he could finally feel free, as the pressure from his twin no longer laid on his shoulders. “Oh she’s awful, girl hasn’t even figured out how to correctly cover up those teeth of hers,” Sofie added, while her friend's oral skills were poor, her pussy was well known for being the best. Goya flashed Sofia a grin, as he thrust away lustfully into Silas's eagerly squeezing hole. The ram's hands gently fondled that sleek body, as the two of them enjoyed his slow if lustful thrusts. "How am I doing? Do you like that? Does it feel good? What does it feel like?" The ram peppered Silas with questions, making the already overwhelmed stag moan out. "Ummm good... well.. kinda... Yes... It feels... it feels... it's hard to explain," Silas moaned, his body eagerly pushing back, as the ram's hard-on pounded against his gland. "Oh yeah that's the spot... keep doing that please," the helpless stag begged as that strange slow motion orgasm started again, each hard hit of his prostate milking more cum out of his tiny prick. "It's kinda like cumming, only not in one fast lightning-like strike... every time you hit the right spot I orgasm a little more." Goya was looking very interested and curious as he listened to that, the ram moving his hips as he tried to nail that same spot over and over again. "Wow, most guys don't react this way... you're very lucky to have a prominent gland," Marcel observed, stroking Silas's head, his hand rubbing around the base of those small antlers. “Hey! Hands off mister, those are my handles,” Sofie growled. Her hands were small, but Silas’ antlers were only big enough for one set of hands to grip onto. “Relax girl, it’s not like he’s struggling to get away. Just look at his hungry tongue, only stopping to answer our questions. Isn’t that right Silas, you like that predator pussy on your tongue,” Marcel teased Silas, who came up for hair and to answer. “S-so sweet… and salty,” Silas said between deep breaths. “Even better than your own doe’s sex?” A blush deepened on the stag's cheeks, as he caught himself from saying something unwise. “N-no…” “Hmmm, I like him. Still got devotion in him,” Sofie giggled, pleased at the small stag's response, knowing that she’d surely be on top if it hadn’t been for his love driven mind. “Stubborn stag, I see why a doe would choose you,” Marcel agreed, his hand fondling his fellow stags back. The pattern in his short fur was a pleasing sight for his eyes. His dick twitching at the thought of finally getting to mount such a pretty male. Thoughts of his doe’s pretty sex were also present in his mind, as his instincts to breed were triggered. Marcel stood up and swaggered around behind the humping ram, Goya was obviously enjoying that hot quivering tailhole. "So whatcha thinking Goya?" Marcel asked, while teasingly rubbing his hot organ against the ram's close clipped woolly ass. "Wanting to give it a try sometime?" Marcel watched Goya's snout redden with a blush, as he flicked a look back over his shoulder. The big stag could see the excitement in those eyes, as well as the shame that the ram felt about his interest. Marcel slipped a finger into his mouth, watching as the shocked ram suckled on it for a moment. "Don't worry, this is between us... your brother and family never has to know anything." Slipping that now wet finger out of the ram's mouth, Marcel pushed it up under that tail. Watching in amusement as Goya lifted his tail up out of the way, finding the little pucker, he slowly pressed and wiggled it inside. "Ahaha," Goya moaned as it sank into him, finding the firm knot of flesh. Rubbing over it as Marcel provided the answer to all those questions, Goya leaned over Silas's back open mouthed and panting. Hips worked faster as he impaled Silas on his dick, and then drew back to impale himself on Marcel's finger. None of this was lost on the grinning wolf, as she watched with growing excitement at the horny boys pleasuring each other. That long cervine tongue grew more and more excited as Silas built towards a powerful release. Goya’s thrusting grew more erratic as his body responded to Marcel’s finger, and more so when it was joined by another. The ram slowly loosening up as the stag massaged his gland. “Calm down my little lamb, no reason to rush yourself,” Marcel whispered. “Such a tease, did Leslie teach you those lines?” Sofie giggled, her bff was a girl of many words. Marcel had been a quite stag athlete the first time he’d met Leslie. Since then the doe had in an amazing twist made the strong if silent stag into quite the self-confident male. “No, but don’t tell her that. We wouldn’t want her or any of the other girls to know about our little lamb chop here, especially not Mille,” Marcel teased, reminding the ram about his cow girlfriend. “Dirty play!” Goya stammered, tightening up at hearing his mates name. In concurrence his member grew ever harder inside of the quivering male below. “Mmm!” Silas screamed into Sofie’s sex, feeling the ram behind him angle more perfectly into his battered pleasure gland. “Oh god! Keep it up, Marcel, his screaming feels so goood!” Sofie salivated, her body shivering as the pleasure made her slowly lose control, claws close to leaving marks on Silas’ antlers if it hadn’t been for them being just the perfect size to hold onto. Marcel pushed his digits roughly at the rams’ pleasure point, massaging it hard. “Baaa BaAA!” Goya yelled out, his seed gushing forth into the poor stag's tailhole, in turn Silas struggled against the ropes, his own climax coursing through him as he squealed into Sofie’s hot folds. Sending the she-wolf over the edge as his nose vibrated against her swollen clit. Sofia looked down, wondering if it’d been the vibrations that had been so exciting, or just the prey squeals that had worked on her predator instincts. Not that it mattered as the pleasure was just the same, she rubbed and ground herself against Silas's muzzle so hard it left his nose and lips red and swollen. “Uhu Uhu...” Goya panted and gasped for breath, a big smile on his snout as he just stood there for a long moment. “Wow, that was... well damn, that was the best sex I ever had,” the ram blurted out, and instantly regretted it, he certainly didn't want his girlfriend to hear about that. He liked Mille a lot, but the sexy cow wasn't exactly tight like Silas. “Err that is... don't tell Mille I said that, please.” “It's okay lamb chop, every hole feels like the best one ever right after one cums,” Marcel explained soothingly, as he watched Goya pull out. The brothers cum oozing out, as the large stag watched in excitement. “Fuck that looks good... Don't tell Leslie I said that.” He observed with a smirk, as Goya nodded his head slowly, the ram watching close as Marcel stepped up behind the helpless applicant. “Oh fuck, so hot and gooey,” Marcel observed as he pushed his erection inside Silas’ cuntified tailhole. “Damn doe, your pussy is heavenly,” He only half taunted, as he slowly pushed balls deep until his own nuts rested atop the other stags. There was something delightfully primal about this, a male surmounting another in the way he might a female. “Ahah this feels sooOOO!” Marcel moaned looking back, as Goya knelt down and shoved his snout between the twin globes of the tall stag's ass. Hot tongue lapping over his tailhole teasingly, as the stag stood there balls deep inside the smaller stag. “Hehe, take it easy buddy... I'm not about to let you,” Marcel moaned as that tongue circled around his tightly clenched orifice. “Getting a little eager, aren’t we?” Sofie asked, her two friends getting a bit too into the moment. Goya came out from behind the bigger male, a blush visible under his white wool. “I… Don’t tell Darby, okay?” Goya pleaded, ashamed at his own lack of restraint. “Don’t worry fuzz ball, though if you wanna learn how to rimjob correctly, then why don’t you come over here?” Sofie invited, shaking her tail back and forth, her arms no longer holding the exhausted stag. A smile spread on the ram’s face, happy that she didn’t shame the act itself but just the one he’d done it with. Standing up, Goya came rushing around the table. “T-thank you,” He gave her a genuine smile as he knelt down behind her. “Don’t thank me yet, thank me when you get Mille to love your rimjobs,” Sofie teased, lifting up her tail to give him a clean view of her pink little star. “A little slutty, aren’t we?” Marcel teased. “Oh shut it stag, this isn’t me being a bitch… I’m just helping a friend of mine.” The two friends giggling at their crude humour. Between them the poor stag was struggling, his tailhole on fire as he felt himself stretched further than both of the brothers had. Darby had been short and thin, Goya short and thick. Marcel was the whole package, as he felt that perfect piece of meat glide effortlessly over his gland, and deep into his bowls. His own member twitching every time the bigger stag bottomed out. “Oh gods you’re a real stud!” Silas whined pitifully. “A true alpha Stag,” The helpless smaller male mumbled in praise, looking back over his shoulder at the grinning male on top of him. “A real doe pleaser... any female would be blessed to get mounted and bred by you.” Marcel smiled down at the smaller stag, caressing his silky fur gently as his male organ throbbed within. “That's right little doe, I'm your alpha,” The top stag hardly moved, as Silas squirmed and wiggled under him eagerly. Marcel had felt females do this kind of thing in the past, he had once had a tiger girlfriend who reacted very similarly. “Oh you like that, like being my fuck-boy!” Marcel draped himself over his back, joining Silas in licking at Sofia's sex. Their slick tongues rubbing against each other, until the grinning wolf pushed their mouths together. Suddenly, they were kissing passionately, the small stag submitting to the male on top. “Aaannny female?” he asked teasingly, as his hips began to hunch and hump. “Yes... this dick, your big dick would please them... so much more than m-” Silas paused, looking ashamed about what he had been about to admit. Still, his eyes looked up in awe at the stag above, as he almost began to hero worship the male fucking him. “More than you tiny little clit,” Sofia finished for him with a snicker, even as Marcel flashed her a nasty look. “What, it's just the truth... he's got a fly spec of a dick. I've seen mice who were more hung,” The she-wolf laughed, another gush heard splashing into the puddle below the table. Her words were quickly cut off, however, as Goya joined the two other males in pleasuring the female, his tongue teasing her back entrance while they focused on her slit. “What’s the matter Sofie, no more snarky comments?” Marcel asked, his tongue joining Silas’, “I… you cheeky little,” Sofie stuttered, her body shaking ever more as she used the bigger stags' antlers for support, her claws digging violently into her palms as Goya buried his snout into her behind. Almost lifting the female off of the floor. “God… I love this school,” Silas whispered, a tear falling when he was squeezed between the table, the bigger stag above and the hot folds of the she-wolf before him. “Love, lover boy you don’t know half of… I, yo-AOWOWOOO!” Sofie cut herself off as her body was interrupted by an other-worldly orgasm. The ram below her digging his hands into her waist, making sure to support her if she were to fall forward. Afraid that the wild she-wolf might end up hurting herself on the two sets of antlers. Joining her in her climax was Silas and Marcel, their own organs shooting out copious amounts of seed, the smaller stag running dry half-way through as he’d been non stop for a while now. Behind him Marcel filled him to the brim. “So sweet,” Marcel whispered, drinking whatever he could get his tongue onto from the waterfall Sofie provided. Gushing out predator juices as her spent pussy faltered, Sofie falling into Goya’s fluffy arms as she almost lost consciousness. “So hot,” Silas said. His tongue, now free from Sofie’s love cave, refocused its effort onto Marcel's tongue, and soon his mouth as their kiss deepened. The pain from the earlier kicks disappeared as Marcel's balls came to a stop, hugging the smaller stags' equally impressive pair, if not bigger ones, as they were still swollen from all of those relentless kicks. “Damn, that was something... you’re amazing, Silas,” Marcel moaned into his ear, as he and Sofia began to untie the ropes holding the male in place. Soon, all of them were standing together, Silas feeling strangely comfortable. Even though he was standing nude with three other naked furs, a kind of shy smile on his muzzle. Marcel and Goya clapped him on the back and welcomed him into the school, while Sofia handed him lemon scented wet wipes. To cover up the scents of what they had all been doing, at last they all redressed and Marcel led him out into the hallway. "So, now that you're in, I guess we should give you a little tour of campus." Marcel wrapped an arm around Silas's shoulder and pulled him in tight against his body. It was not something Silas would have been fine with before, but now he felt himself melting into the bigger male's embrace. "Ahem thanks," He muttered softly, as Sofia watched them with a soft smile on her lupine muzzle. "Let's go find the girls, shall we?" Marcel gestured, leading the way forward. Silas walked beside Marcel and behind them Sofie and Goya were heard chatting. The she-wolf uses wipes to try and get her scent off of his snout, the bigger ram blushing at her kind gesture. “Hurry up Sofie, or Mille might smell you on me!” the ram whispered aggressively. “Calm down, she’s a cow after all,” Sofie giggled, her tail swishing back and forth behind her, the smell of heat practically having dissipated completely now. “You really don’t listen in the biology lessons do you?” Goya protested. “Nope! Regardless, as long as it’s not male she smells, then I’m sure she’ll be proud.” Marcel started to giggle, in many furs eyes she was a slut, but she was surprisingly knowledgeable when it came to others. “Good thing she’s a top student at maths, or she wouldn’t have a future.” The dark hallways down to the gym slowly got replaced with the university's bright corridors, before them the main entrance could be seen. Of the group they’d left behind, Cecilia and Alberte had left. More than likely to meet up with their boyfriends, Darby rutting Alberte in an empty classroom not far away, Sofie thought. Cecilia had probably gone home, she wasn’t known for being on good terms with her boyfriend Chris, the pair a little unstable because of their species’. Silas walked awkwardly, both from the pounding his nuts had taken, and the pumping his tailhole had received. Just then he spotted Leslie trotting towards them with a huge smile on her muzzle. "Silas! I'm so glad to see you won. I know how difficult and painstaking these tests can get," she congratulated with a lewd smirk on her pretty lip's, even as she gave both stag's a gentle kiss. "Little bro did very well. It was a very close thing, but my boy Silas pulled it off in the end," Marcel bragged, giving him a friendly squeeze, as Silas blushed at the kiss on the cheek from Leslie. "I'm just glad to be here really... a lot of good guys didn't make it." He thought of Urus the bull and how desperate he had been, and felt a bit sad for the steer. Just then the smaller stags wrecked anus quivered, and then a heat began to run down the back of his thighs. "Errr... excuse me," he called, running into the nearby restroom, grabbing handfuls of paper towels and dropping his trouser and underwear. Mopping up the thick slime, as it slithered down his legs. "Oh dear," Leslie's voice made him jump as he turned around, surprised to see her standing there. "Did Sofia forget to give you one of these?" she asked, producing a small butt plug from her hand bag, as Silas just stood there frozen in shock. Walking over, she took the towels out of his hands, giving him a little shove as she ordered. "Turn around and let me see." Silas was feeling passive from the mountings, and so did as she told him. "Oh my, the boys sure did a number on you back here," she observed humiliatingly, as he stood there watching what she was doing in the mirror. Carefully, she rubbed the plug in the cum and then slowly inserted it into his throbbing hole. "Oh!" He moaned as it slipped in, his muscles gripping it, the full feeling surprisingly soothing. “A gift from the school to you,” Leslie said as she gave the stag an assuring smile. Silas turned around to give her a hug, as thanks for her keeping his dignity intact in front of the others. Leslie would have gladly accepted a hug from him, if only she hadn’t been on her knees. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Silas stammered, his half erect member popping onto the doe’s surprised snout. Shock in her eyes as she had to probably look at his abused package. “Talk about contrast,” Leslie whispered, softly working her hands under his testicles, cubbing Silas’ swollen jewels, she was sure he was smaller than Marcel in that department, but she couldn’t help but be in awe at their swollen dimensions. “I… w-what are you doing?” Silas tried to hold himself together, as he felt a soft pain spike within his abused testicles. Still intact, but vulnerable to any further violence. “I’m sure Marcel had a nice go at you… I can smell him emanating from your tailhole. Can’t blame a doe for having a taste of what his mate enjoys.” She leaned in, opening her mouth softly to take in Silas’ rock hard dick. What a pity his prick didn’t match his balls, Leslie thought, a little saddened on Mia’s behalf as the younger doe had to deal with such a minuscule male. His blush was profound on his snout, shame washing over him as he once again lost control. Mia would be furious if she figured out how many furs he’d been with today. “What about M-Marcel?” Silas grunted, watched in shock as Leslie's mouth wrapped around his member, suckling on him swiftly as he stood there looking dumbfounded. His aching orbs struggling to work up enough for even a tiny spurt, the small stag leaned back against the wall panting for breath. “Don't worry about him... you know, he likes all kinds of things,” Leslie pointed out with a smirk, after all they both knew that the tall stag had loved pumping his male tailhole. “Ummm that... that feels really nice,” Silas stuttered awkwardly thinking about Mia and Marcel, feeling very excited and naughty knowing what was going on. His hands nervously stroked her ears, making them flicker. Hip's unable to resist thrusting, not that his organ was long enough to make her gag. His soft furry crotch smacked against her nose softly, his aching nearly shattered orbs struggled to draw up. He throbbed hard, as he normally wouldn't have lasted this long. “Uhu fuk... Uhu I... I...” Leslie smirked knowing he was close, the weak pitiful dribble of his cum was surprisingly sweet with just a hint of coppery blood in it. The juices spurted out onto her tongue, as she stopped suckling on that pulsing organ and looked up at the panting stag. “Thank... thank you,” Silas mumbled awkwardly, looking ashamed of himself for enjoying this. “No problem sweety, just don’t expect me to kneel like a common whore,” Leslie pointed out, standing back up to give the stag a small kiss on the cheek. “I’m so confused,” Silas whimpered, too many things were happening at once. “Don’t be.” She gave him a reassuring punch to his shoulder and the two of them went on their way back to the main group, the others more than likely eager to get the tour going. ….. “Where did Sofie go?” Leslie asked, her bff nowhere to be seen. “Ran off with Venton the moment she spotted him, probably went home for the day,” Alberte said, the cow standing close to her ram boyfriend. “You’re back!” Mia shouted, running over to hug her boyfriend tightly. “And back stronger than ever, now a student rather than an applicant,” he joked, hugging her small frame, lifting her up shortly to spin her around. “I knew you could do it… oh, have you met Marcel, omg I have so much to tell you,” Mia’s smile grew across her small snout, jumping in joy as she dragged Silas over to the taller male. “We’ve met… to be honest, it might’ve been because of him that I got in,” Silas admitted, scratching his neck as the four deers stood in a small rectangle. “Trying to get in my good lane already, I got a boyfriend just so you know it,” Mia teased, hitting the bigger stag in the shoulder as she giggled on. “Oh I’m so sorry Silas, I should have started from the beginning; Marcel here is a childhood friend of mine,” Mia said happily. “What?” Silas looked confused as Mia, his sexy little doe, smiled and winked at him. He looked over at the other stag, who was smiling fondly at the memory. “Oh I've known Marcel for years,” she explained as Silas looked back and forth between them slowly, Leslie was cuddling against Marcel's side as Mia leaned up and kissed her bf’s softly. “I’m sure you’ll get to know me well too,” Marcel assured with a grin, that made Silas feel a bit self conscious. “Anyway, it was a long time ago,” Marcel admitted. “Used to play doctor with me... only, I was always the patient.” “That's because you were a sickly fawn,” Mia pointed out with a smirk, Silas couldn't imagine Marcel ever being small and sickly. “Hahah... oh sure,” he laughed easily, looking at Silas with a, "what can you do?" kind of shrug. “My mom really got mad that time she caught us,” Marcel laughed, blushing at the memory of being caught in his underwear with Doctor Mia examining him. “I got a real spanking for that one.” “And you still like spanking to this day, only he likes to be the one giving them,” Leslie laughed, winking at Silas like they shared secret knowledge of Marcel's ass smacking abilities. “Spanking is a good way to grow up,” Mia giggled. “Not that it ever helped this guy, always the little fawn who ran to others for help,” she giggled, walking over to Silas while Leslie walked next to Marcel. The two pairs of deer chatted as Alberte and Goya sneaked off behind them. “Not to ruin the mood, but what do you say we get going guys,” Leslie said, pointing out that their little plan for the day was running late as it was. “Good point girl, we should probably get this visit done, wouldn’t get home too late for dinner,” Mia agreed, the four deers getting on as the other students seemed to have sunken into the ground. ….. “We’re a few hundred students at this university, so most furs have a good understanding of each other, not like at the big universities where there are thousands of animals,” Leslie said, having now placed herself next to Silas as his tour guide, while Marcel walked ahead with Mia. “The fewer students the better, Marcel here was always scared of big crowds,” Mia teased, the blush on Marcel’s cheeks only making Mia smile more as she believed herself to be right. “You should see him during mating season, I normally like to have him for myself, but who can blame the other girls when they jump such a male, he sure isn’t scared of crowds then, mating more than a couple of girls every day for the entire season,” Leslie whispered to Silas. “Are there ever any males who wanna be under him?” Silas whispered back, the doe beside him simply smiling back. “We have a wide variety of sports teams, though most often we play at other locations as we don’t have a stadium of our own. We’re still proud of course, our professors are the smartest around, plus, our other school staff are a good influence.” On and on they went through the halls, only classrooms as far as the eye could see, until they arrived at the canteen. The canteen was a huge open space, with long tables and chairs. It looked strangely institutional, reminding Silas vaguely of a prison movie he’d seen one time. “This is the campus canteen, the food here is on the bland side, however, it is filling and there is plenty of it,” Leslie explained as a sudden gust of wind blasted in from outside, when a side door was opened up by one of the cooks. “Oh dear!” The wind lifted Mia's short skirt, as it blew around the four of them intensely for a split second. Revealing her bright red thong to Leslie and Silas, who spotted the open space in them, as well as a bit of dampness. Mia's hands moved down to quickly smooth her clothing, as she looked around blushing slightly at having been exposed. “The way these buildings are lined up often channels the wind into strong gusts,” Leslie explained plainly, ignoring what had happened, while Silas just nodded his head slowly looking a bit startled. “Well, it’s something to watch out for,” he stammered with a shy little grin, as Mia looked at him. “I don’t know, I kind of like it... kind of bracing if you ask me,” Marcel observed, his arm wrapping around Mia's waist one hand helping to hold her skirt down. Something the pretty little doe didn’t seem to mind that much as Marcel had been too close to see anything. In came Sofie from one of the side corridors, Breaking the awkward moment. “Girl where have you been!” Leslie shrieked, running over to hug her friend. “Oh just had to go get something, speaking of that something. I’d like for you to meet Nikolaj,” Sofie said, gesturing to the wolf who came walking out from the shadows. “Hi,” the male wolf said, his former powerful predator voice seemingly having been tempered. “You’re still here?” Silas said softly. “I talked with the principal and got him accepted when he heard of Venton cheating to make him fail,” Sofie said, walking over to hold Nikolaj’s arm close. “Cheat… but didn’t Venton already have two strikes?” Leslie asked, confused to not seeing the rabbit anywhere near his mate. “He’s at the doctor. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to have a little alone time to give this new student a tour as well,” Sofie said, her and the male wolf walking down another corridor.” “As chaotic as ever,” Marcel sighed, shaking his head at the chaotic she-wolf running off. “Let’s hope this will be the one… I guess Venton finally got what he deserved,” Leslie added. “Who’s Venton?” Mia asked, walking over to her boyfriend as they watched the wolves go off on their own, the confused doe a little irritated at being left out of the loop. “Nobody to worry about, he’s just a troublemaker, that’s all,” Leslie assured, before she went down the corridor the wolves had come from, This time the four deers formed up couple for couple, with Leslie walking Marcel and Mia hugging her stags arm lovingly. “We’re lucky to have an on-campus Doctor,” Leslie explained as they strolled down the corridor, leading their guests to the big elephant domain. “This is the infirmary... good to know where it is just in case you get sick or injured,” the pretty doe explained with a smirk, behind the door was a long narrow room that had four beds. Each bed had a sliding ceiling mounted curtain that could be pulled around it to provide the patient with some privacy. Not that any of those curtains were pulled around the beds. Silas's eyes widened in shock as they stepped into the room, he saw both Anatoli and Urus laying naked and unconscious on two of those beds, Urus laying there grunting and snoring softly. Silas was shocked to see the bear and bulls empty sack's, not that Mia seemed to notice that both those two were neutered. Silas traded silent looks with Marcel, who only smiled faintly. “Oho!” The pretty doe inhaled softly, one small hand covering her mouth as she saw Venton laying naked on an operation table. The helpless rabbit lay back looking frightened, his furry grey body laying limp and weakly twitching. It was obvious that the Doctor had used some paralytic on the rabbit, so that he couldn't move or really even cry out. “Hehe,” Leslie giggled, as she saw Venton's wide eyes roll around to stare at them pleadingly. The Doctor was just finishing shaving his fat little pouch, as he got ready to neutered the lapin. The four deers didn’t witness the scene for long, as suddenly a side door to the room opened up and the large elephant doctor came walking in. “Sorry you four, but no peeking when I’m working,” he said, going over to slowly push them out, the small knife in his hand making Mia and Silas both jump back at the prospect of accidentally being poked. “Should… What will happen to that rabbit guy?” Mia asked, standing ever closer to her stag lover. “Neutered… Venton, the rabbit, he will get neutered, we have a policy at this school that if any student causes irreversible harm to anyone more than twice, then they will get sterilised, it’s to keep the peace of course,” Leslie explained, the two strikes mentioned from earlier all of a sudden making a lot more sense to Mia. "Neutered," Mia repeated, feeling an odd excitement at that thought. It wasn't something she had ever contemplated before. Silas simply nodded his head at her words. Glancing over, Leslie shared a knowing look with Silas. However, the more Mia considered it, the more aroused she became. A faint, bemused smile appeared on her shocked face as it dawned on her that the bull and bear she had seen didn't have testicles either. Yet she was too embarrassed by her reaction to the rabbit about to be unmanned to make any comment on the fact that the others had already been so. ….. The four moved back out and slowly finished up the tour of the campus by circling the athletic fields and finishing at the dining hall, where they said goodbye to Marcel and Leslie before wandering out into the parking lot. Once back in Silas’ car, Mia let out a soft sigh of pent-up excitement and then blurted out the shock she felt, along with her confusing excitement about what they had seen. He just sat there, looking a little numb and thoughtful, as she vented about her sexual excitement. Silas zoned out as she went on and on. His body was tired and on auto-pilot; the drive was long, but her rambling was longer. He pulled into the driveway almost without even realising it as he’d zoned out for most of the drive, his lower soreness the only thing really keeping him awake as the sun had set over the horizon. The house was located within a well-off residential area. With the sound of the indoor garage door closing, they were finally home. His 'jewellery' was now finally safe from the abuse it had been forced to endure non-stop for what had felt like hours, but was probably far less. “You’re not listening, are you?” Mia asked, her voice a mix of innocence and husky frustration. “Sorry, I’m just really tired… It’s been a long day.” His excuse, however, fell on deaf ears as Mia reclined his seat all the way, the eager doe jumping on top of him with a predatory look in her eyes – a look he’d witnessed earlier when Sofie had looked at him possessively as he devoured her. “Ugh, Mia, I’m sore all over…” he pleaded, as Mia’s light body settled directly onto his sore crotch, squeezing his testicles and, to his astonishment, the butt plug, with the latter exerting a significant amount of pressure on his sore prostate. “You don’t understand…” he started to moan, as his sexy doe leaned over to kiss him passionately on the lips. Suddenly, his hands were rubbing up her body, slipping under her blouse as his hands cupped her pert little breasts. “Haha... I think you don’t understand,” she countered with a snicker, her feeling of sexual need intensifying under the touch of his strong hands. Lifting up, she pulled one leg out of her panties, letting them dangle from her other leg. Silas moaned, knowing there was no stopping her now. Strangely, the plug up his butt seemed to be aiding the situation. He hadn't expected to be able to get an erection, however, when her small hands opened his trousers, his erection popped right out. "Oh, this little soldier is ready to do his duty," Mia observed teasingly, as Silas groaned from the aching in his family jewels. "He is always at your command," he moaned out breathlessly. In truth, his junk had been abused and overused already that day. Silas was stunned by his own reaction, yet he had to admit that watching his sexy doe lower herself onto him was intensely arousing. "Just be gentle with him... he’s had a rough day." “Oh! How so?” Mia asked, her quivering and intensely wet folds enveloping his diminutive member. She smiled as Silas let out a long, breathy sigh of pleasure, their eyes locking as his hands fondled her breasts and pinched her nipples. “Wha... you really don’t know? Didn’t Leslie tell you about the test?” And then he began, telling her all about the contest, about what had happened to him and the others… of course, leaving out the rather embarrassing part about them abusing his tailhole… as well as his encounters with both a certain she-wolf and most importantly, Mia’s new friend Leslie afterwards. “...So you’re telling me that you didn’t just win, but in the process, outcompeted a wolf, a bear, and a massive bull?!” Her grinding had continued throughout his entire tale about him having received more nut shots and lived through more pain than probably she could inflict, with double the time span to use. The latter thought tingled something deep inside of Silas’ mind for some reason. “I… I guess,” he sounded almost unsure of what was going on around him, for a moment believing he had been knocked out on one of those tables. His imagination fueled the idea by conjuring mental images of himself lying beside the others, his sack deflated like theirs. “You dumb stag,” Mia kissed him once more, her hand reaching down to touch his swollen jewels. A groan escaped her boyfriend, his teeth nearly biting her tongue. “Why dumb?” the confused stag asked, his mind struggling to comprehend his seemingly endless stamina as Mia continued to ride him. Normally, he would have finished long before she could get herself this worked up. Embarrassing memories flooded his mind as he remembered the many times his small member had left her unsatisfied. “You’re the most resilient male around, and yet you can’t even take pride in that. Your endurance may not be noteworthy, but be proud of your resilience; it’s not just about size but also toughness,” her words were a blend of encouragement and mild teasing as she pointed out his strengths and weaknesses. “Well... yeah, I... I guess you're right,” Silas moaned, unable to suppress a feeling of pride as she acknowledged these traits. They were both aware of his under average size, a fact that had never bothered Mia. Indeed, his premature ejaculations had been a source of disappointment, as he struggled to last long enough to satisfy her fully. “I kind of feel bad for the others, though,” he admitted with a moan, overwhelmed by the pleasure she was providing. His sensitivity was heightened after the day's numerous climaxes, yet he found himself unable to reach another; perhaps there was simply nothing left? He pondered. “Why should you? They agreed to it just like you did,” Mia pointed out as she bounced up and down on his straining organ with increasing vigour, nearing her climax. “They could have quit at any time... they tried and failed. Whereas my handsome stud outlasted them all! And even one of the testers,” the doe seemed intrigued by the fact that Venton had managed to get himself nutted. Silas suspected it had more to do with Sofia than Venton's aggression towards the wolf. “Yes, I guess that is true,” Silas moaned, feeling his slender member quivering and straining, eager to release a massive load. However, his balls had been completely drained, even his prostate felt empty. Suddenly, he wondered if his testicles had been more damaged than he realised. Would he ever be able to climax again? “I really liked Urus... you know, he was a good guy,” the stag winced as he realised he was speaking about the bull in the past tense, even though he wasn't dead… just a steer. “The bull you encountered... Uhu uhuu uhuuuuu,” Mia moaned louder and louder as she kissed all over Silas’s muzzle, her bouncing becoming frenzied. “The massive bull, whom you defeated.” Her eyes rolled back in her head, body pressing against him like a wild animal. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, her wet warmth sliding rapidly up and down his rock-hard dick. And then he felt it, her sex clenching tightly around his member as a rush of wetness enveloped him. Silas released a pleasurable bleat as his own organ spasmed, a single drop escaping into her eager sex. Silence enveloped the car as the couple revelled in the afterglow, her arousal evident through the flow of her juices from her tight opening down onto his balls. “Did... did I make you climax?” Silas asked, bewildered and somewhat shocked, as the feeling of giving her such pleasure with his member had almost slipped from his memory. “I can’t believe you lasted longer than me,” Mia remarked, having sensed his twitching, though the absence of thick seed made her think it was just Silas trying to heighten her pleasure. Wanting to let her think him strong, Silas chose not to correct her assumption. Instead, he began to move his hips, his member surprisingly rigid within her while the butt plug added to his stamina. “God, are you really ready for round two?!” Mia exclaimed, amazed, feeling her inner walls quiver around his still pulsing member. Without a response, Silas delved under her shirt, bringing his snout closer to her petite breasts, lavishing them with attention. Feeling emboldened by the moment, Silas placed his hands on her behind, giving her a light smack. A wave of guilt surged through her, the pain reminding Mia of the struggle Silas had endured not so long ago. He’d fought hard to prove himself, to make her proud… and yet, here she was on top of him, inadvertently causing him further discomfort. Reminded once more by the sting of a second spank, Mia realised how she might attempt to rectify her inconsiderate position on top of his balls. “Wh-where are you going?” Silas said, confused and shocked, as Mia got off him and hastily pulled him out of the car in a manner he hadn’t witnessed from her in a long while. Silence was all he received in response before he saw his girlfriend leaning against his car, legs spread, and her backside wiggling back and forth invitingly. “It’s only fair if I’m as strong as my boyfriend, so give me a hard spank, please,” Mia pleaded, her heart beating strongly, feeling the thud in her throat. Her boyfriend had asked her not to ride him due to his soreness, and as a loving partner, she felt it was only right to let him discipline her. Silas swallowed hard as his alluring girlfriend bent over in front of him, his member still poking out of his open trousers. “Oh, you’ve been a very naughty girl,” Silas admitted with a chuckle, moving behind her as his gaze lingered on her enticing rear. “Alright... time for your punishment.” He raised his arm high and swiftly brought it down. His hand collided with her cheek with a loud 'Smack', causing her petite body to jolt from the impact. Her aroused sex dripped and drooled even more as he continued to spank each of her cheeks roughly, repeatedly. “Gods, you arouse me so much,” Silas whispered as he leaned in, nuzzling and nibbling on her long, slender cervine neck, while she moaned and giggled wickedly into his ear. “Alright... I think that’s enough... for now,” Silas teased as they cuddled together for a moment, leaning against his car, exchanging touches and kisses as things calmed down. “Yes, let’s take this upstairs... Shall we?” Mia asked with a grin, her small hand briefly exploring his rump. Although her digit came across the base of the plug, she made no mention of its presence. Instead, she guided him towards the door leading into the house, flicking off the garage lights as they entered. THE END… for now.