Phantom of the Drama Club
-
On the night of the big Halloween party, Louis is the only one left at the drama club, getting ready to attend. An unusual presence sees an opportunity, and springs into action.
-
Louis stood alone next to the drama club’s costume rack, searching for the ensemble he’d prepared for the Cherryton Halloween Party. In order to make sure that his costume fit him like a glove, he’d brought it to the drama club meeting earlier that day to have some alterations made. Then, in all of the excitement, he had completely forgotten to take it with him. With only twenty minutes until the start of the party, the deer found himself rooting around in the dark.


After a few minutes, he finally located his pirate costume, and started stripping down in order to change. As he bent down to retrieve his eyepatch that had fallen to the floor, a strange noise came from the blackness.


“Golly gee,” a muffled, distorted voice seemed to whisper. Louis’ head immediately whipped around to face the noise, but seeing nothing, he turned his attention to pulling on the rest of his costume. Certain that he’d just imagined something, and feeling foolish about being so easily spooked,he soon put the voice out of his mind, even as the fur on the back of his neck seemed to rise.


Once his pants were on, he turned his attention to the shirt, walking over to stand in front of one of the several antique mirrors that the club had in its possession, fumbling slightly with the buttons in his haste to get dressed. So focused was the deer on his outfit that at first, he didn’t even notice the outline of a mysterious figure standing behind him.


When he did finally catch a glimpse of the silhouette in the corner of his eye, his heart began to pound in his chest, and he once again whipped around, pulling out his phone and turning on the flashlight. Once again, he felt foolish for reacting so strongly, when the beam of the light illuminated a portrait of the drama club’s founder that hung on the wall behind him. 


        He’d seen the painting many times, of course. Everett, the first ever star actor of the club several generations ago, had been a deer himself, and Louis felt a constant pressure to live up to his example. No one still alive had ever seen his performances, but his reputation as an actor was legendary. Had times been different, he would have been a shoo-in to become a Beastar, just as Louis planned for himself.


        Turning back to face his reflection, his vision now darkened as a result of the blinding flashlight, Louis saw nothing as the spirit of the deer seemed to step right out of the portrait and into the real world.


        Everett gazed at Louis hungrily, his eyes tracing the deer’s body up and down as he finished putting on his final accessories. He knew now that it was finally time.


        “You’re the one I’ve been waiting for,” the spirit whispered into Louis’ ear. Before the deer even had a chance to react, Everett slapped his translucent hand over Louis’ mouth. He then seemed to take a step forward, occupying the same physical space. Then, as quickly as he had appeared from the painting, his spirit seemed to disappear, as Louis’ body began to twitch slightly.


        “Ugh, that’s better,” Everett moaned, feeling warm, soft, and alive for the first time in many years. He ran his hands over Louis’ body, relishing in the feeling of being able to touch, and being touched. He took a few minutes just to appreciate the sensations, before finally opening his eyes and taking a look at his reflection.


        “A pirate? Why, this costume ain’t nearly what I’m looking for. Why take a body like this and hide it under so many layers?” Everett remarked, taking a brief, critical look at Louis’ ensemble and immediately shedding layers of fabric until the deer stood in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but a tight pair of panties.


        “Well, lookie here,” the deer smiled, twisting and turning to check out his new body’s reflection. “Thanks for getting this body in such good shape for me, youngster. I might as well just parade around in my unmentionables.” He struck a few provocative poses, marveling at the way his subtle musculature shifted his weight around so smoothly, with all the grace and elegance of a trained performer. 


        “Those silly pirate rags just won’t do one bit,” Everett giggled, reaching a hand down the back of his panties and casually fingering his asshole. “Oh, a virgin? That just won’t do either!”
        
        He gleefully made his way to the costume department, tearing through rack after rack of old costumes from plays gone by. A pair of leggings here, some fingerless gloves there. A discarded cape, a pointy black hat, the shortest black dress he could find. He went through the costumes like a whirlwind, holding up different items and throwing them aside. 


        “I guess this will have to do,” he eventually sighed, the slutty witch ensemble he’d managed to scrounge up not quite living up to his hopes. “Perhaps once I’m done taking my new body on a joyride, I’ll stick around and teach you how to throw an outfit together, eh?”
        
        As he made his way back to the mirror where it had all started, the deer heard an unusual vibrating noise, coming from Louis’ discarded clothes. Rooting around in the deer’s pants, Everett found a glowing rectangular device. He recognized it as a phone, of course. He’d been watching the students ever since his spirit got trapped here in the first place.


        “Hey, Louis, where are you?” A voice yelled through the phone as he managed to answer, struggling to make itself heard over blaring pop music in the background.


        “Just finishing up my costume,” Everett replied, admiring his new body in the mirror.


        “You’re already late to the party! Everyone’s waiting for you!”


        Upon hearing the word party, a wicked grin appeared on the deer’s face. Just what he’d been hoping for. Young, virile, men, likely intoxicated, all in one place. 


        “Don’t worry your silly little head, hun. I’ll be right there,” he replied before hanging up, checking back in Louis’ text history to see where he needed to go. Just the thought of what he was planning was enough to get his cock throbbing in his panties, and as he made his way into the cool night air, he casually played with his shaft. 


        “God, I wish I’d had this chance while I was still alive. Such a backwards world I was raised in.”


        He quickly made his way to the party, making a beeline for the house on the edge of campus where the event was being hosted. He could hear the pop music, all entirely unrecognizable to the old deer, and quickly spotted the colorful lights pulsing from the windows. Without wasting another second, Everett dashed across the lawn, composed himself at the front door, and made his way inside. 


        Under normal circumstances, the deer’s slutty outfit might have caught a lot of attention. At a party like this, however, he blended right in. Most of the other students didn’t even recognize the deer at first, since the ensemble was the exact opposite of what Louis would usually wear. 


        “No one’s noticing me, eh? That simply won’t do,” Everett smirked, coming up with the perfect plan to make sure that all eyes were on him.


“Excuse me, everyone,” he called out, climbing up onto a table in the middle of the room, slipping a bit on the cheap orange tablecloth. He projected his voice as clearly as though he were on stage. After a few moments, the idle chatter died down. Once he was sure that he had everyone’s attention, he grinned.


“Now that I’ve arrived, I think it’s time to really get this party started,” the deer smirked, making eye contact with the biggest guy he could see, beckoning him over with a simple hand gesture. “Would you mind helping me with something, you strapping young whippersnapper?”


“Uh, okay,” the guy in question, a buff stallion from the football team, replied in confusion, walking over to stand next to the table. “Why are you talking like that, though? I mean, I know you’re in the drama club and all, but come on, Louis.” Everett just chuckled, ruffling the stallion’s mane. 


“Goodness me, I haven’t the foggiest idea what you mean,” he smirked, not even trying to sound like he wasn’t a decades-old man possessing a young body. It didn’t really matter, after all. Who would suspect something like that? And it wasn’t as though the deer particularly cared about what people thought of this body once he was done with it. 


“And what the hell are you wearing?” Another partygoer, a female antelope, looked at the deer in confusion. Louis had never been known to show off in this way.


“Just a simple little witch costume,” Everett replied with a grin. “My other plans didn’t quite work out, so I had to improvise. Now, back to business,” he turned his attention back to the stallion, who was dressed in nothing but the loose-fitting toga of a Roman emperor. 


        “It seems as though you are a fine male specimen. A stallion, no less!” Everett began, trailing off halfway through the sentence with a grin forming on his face. He looked around at the confused students, their silence rendered comical by the obnoxious pop music continuing to pulse through the speakers. “Surely, you must understand what I’m going for here, Mister…?”


“Brett. And no, not really, dude,” Brett replied, cocking his head to the side. He hadn’t had much interaction with Louis, despite both of their respective popularity, but surely the deer didn’t behave like this all the time, right? “What do you need my help with?”


“It’s quite elementary, good sir,” Everett grinned, reaching around behind his back and unzipping his dress, allowing it to fall down around his ankles before kicking it onto the floor. Standing there in his panties, illuminated by the pulsing colorful lights, the deer looked positively mesmerizing.


“I quite recently came to the realization that, despite my impeccable form, I have yet to be deflowered by a strong, superior male like yourself. Might I request your assistance in rectifying this matter, and helping to get this party started?” Everett winked at the muscular horse, walking over to the edge of the table, resting a hand on the equine’s shoulder.


“Deflowered?” Brett raised an eyebrow, unfamiliar with the term. “What the hell are you talking about?”


“Oh, I do apologize, good sir. Give me a moment, and I will find a way to explain in terms I believe you will understand.” The deer grinned, pulling out his phone, enjoying the feeling of everyone’s eyes being trained on him, even though many of the partygoers seemed more confused than appreciative of the chance to gaze upon him. He spent a few moments looking up more modern vernacular.


“Let’s try this again, shall we?” Everett cleared his throat, looking deep into Brett’s eyes. “Despite the fact that I’m a total fag, I haven’t had a real man go balls deep in my…boypussy…yet.” He looked down at his phone to make sure he’d gotten the words right, then looked back up at the horse. “You down?”


At first, the situation was so ridiculous that all Brett could do was laugh, the entire party soon following along. They assumed that it must have been some sort of elaborate Halloween prank. Surely, there was no way that Louis, the heir to the Horns Conglomerate, would actually humiliate himself in this way. 


Indeed, Brett was so busy laughing that he didn’t realize right away that the deer had pulled down his panties, and laid down at the edge of the table. 


“Don’t keep me waiting, Brett, darling,” Everett sighed, eyes tracing the horse’s powerful muscles. “My posterior is positively famished, and I am in desperate need of your essence.”


“Wait, seriously?” Brett exclaimed, his confusion only growing as the deer reached down and stretched open his asshole, looking at him with pure lust in his eyes.


“Yes, seriously.” Everett used his phone to check a few more terms. “Bust a nut in my hungry bitch ass, Brett.”


There was a wave of silence in the room, with every single person there staring directly at the deer as he begged for a total stranger to fuck him. Brett took a few deep breaths, considering his options. He looked across the room, and made eye contact with some of his buddies from the football team. They simply shrugged. He looked back at the deer’s tight, virgin ass. 


“Eh, fuck it,” the equine finally sighed, cracking open a can of beer and chugging it, before crushing the can against his forehead, and roughly grabbing Everett by his ankles, pulling him closer to the edge of the table. “I guess I can deflower you, or whatever the fuck that gay shit you said was.”


“Why, thank you, my good sir. I can hardly wait for you to grace my insignificant hole with your glorious shaft.” Everett tried to maintain his prim and proper vocabulary, but as Brett pulled his toga to the side, and gave his hardening cock a few pumps, he fell silent. 


        “Heh, you like what you see, fag?” Brent snorted, slapping his cock against the deer’s thigh. “I’m not gay or anything, but if you’re this desparate to get fucked, might as well go for it.”


        The horse pressed the flared head of his shaft against Everett’s ass, teasing the deer for a bit, while also giving some of the other partygoers enough time to pull out their phones and start recording. He took a deep breath, and prepared to thrust his way inside.


        “P-pardon me, good sir Brett,” Everett stammered, suddenly realizing how much more real this was getting. “As I understand it, anal penetration among males is frequently assisted by the application of some sort of sexual lubricant.” 


        “I’m missing the part where that’s my problem,” Brett smirked, looking around at his audience. “Do y’all wanna wait for lube, or should we get this fuckin’ party started for real?”


        Something about Brett and his star quarterback charisma instantly shifted the mood in the room, from confusion and disgust to excitement and lust. People began to crowd around, wanting a better view. Most of them had had plenty of experience with Louis’ superior attitude, and now that Brett was on board, they couldn’t wait to see him get taken down a peg.


        “Fuck him raw, Brett!” One of his teammates jeered from across the room, accidentally starting an impromptu chant that spread through the crowd.


        “You don’t mind, do ya Louis?” Brett chuckled, preparing to violate the deer’s virgin hole. Everett thought for a moment, about how much this might hurt, and the long term consequences of his actions. Then, he remembered. This wasn’t his body. Who the hell cares if the deer is too sore to walk for weeks? He took this body to get fucked, and fucked hard.


        “Of course not, darling,” Everett smiled. “Go ahead and-FUCK!” Brett hadn’t waited for him to finish his response, pulling back his hips and then forcing his cock head into the deer’s hole in a single mighty thrust. 


        “Damn, you’re tight,” Brett hissed through his teeth, shoving his cock as far as it could go, before pulling back out in preparation of another thrust. “Not for much longer, though.”


        The second thrust went even deeper than the first, the combination of pain and pleasure so intense that Everett’s entire body tensed up, with the deer grabbing fistfuls of the tablecloth. After the second thrust, Brett started to fall into a rhythm, picking up the pace at which he rammed his massive horse cock into the deer’s hole.


        “Ngh-, oh my goodness, I c-can’t believe this is-oh, good heavens,” Everett mumbled incoherently, unable to form anything more than sentence fragments as he felt his entire body seeming to stretch, warping around a foreign object that was much too large to fit comfortably. 


        Brett continued to increase his intensity, but the deer’s increasingly noisy utterances started to get on his nerves. If his hole wasn’t the tightest thing the horse had ever fucked, he never would have been able to put up with it. But as he started to vary his speed, and pace, trying to keep from embarrassing himself by finishing quickly in front of such a big crowd, he finally had enough.


        “Fucking hell, can one of you shove a cock down his throat so he shuts the hell up?” Brett grunted, already closer to the edge than he’d care to admit. For someone who wasn’t into guys in general, this specific hole was checking all his boxes.


        He didn’t mean it seriously at first, but when one of the cheetahs from the track team approached the other end of the table, and dangled his cock in front of the deer’s lips, he cracked a smile.
        
        “I think this little deer is thirsty, don’t you, Kyle?” The cheetah flashed a grin in response, tilting Everett’s head back and forcing his mouth open.


        “Seems that way to me,” he replied, slipping his cock past the deer’s lips, moaning at the instant pleasure. The cheetah wasn’t gay either, but he didn’t want to spoil the mood. 


        Everett could do nothing but moan as he was roughly fucked from both ends, the pain in his ass so intense that he couldn’t even tell that his own cock was beginning to twitch from the constant stimulation of his ass. This wasn’t what he’d expected, but damn if it wasn’t an experience.


        Now that there was someone else drawing attention, Brett figured he could finish, and make his exit, without anyone thinking less of his performance, so he kicked it into overdrive, assaulting Everett’s ass like a jackhammer. In just a few moments, he felt his cock begin to spasm, every muscle in his body tensing as he blasted a load of cum into the deer’s ass, continuing to thrust as Everett’s needy, abused hole clenched tight around him, milking every drop of “essence” from the horse’s balls.


        “Sorry you didn’t finish, Louis,” he smirked, smacking the deer’s cock a few times before pulling his shaft free of the deer’s hole. “That okay?” The deer was too busy choking on Kyle’s cock to reply, so Brett just turned to face the crowd with a smirk.


        “Who’s got next? I think this little fag still needs a little more breaking in.”


        A second male approached the table. Then a third. A fourth, fifth, sixth, Everett couldn’t keep track. As soon as one guy shot their load in his ass, or his mouth, another took their place. It seemed like hours passed, with the deer constantly having a stranger’s cock in one of his holes. At some point, he reached climax himself, but he barely even felt it. 


        And then, there was nothing. The last two males pulled free from his holes, leaving him lying there on the table. Everett moaned, feeling completely fulfilled as what must have been at least the twentieth load of the evening leaked out of his gaping asshole, soaking into his fur as he lay there.


        “Well I’ll be,” the deer panted as his latest sexual partner walked off to get a drink, ignoring Everett completely as soon as he’d finished using his hole for all it was worth.


        “I don’t think I can move,” he muttered under his breath, but he didn’t truly care. He’d taken an entire party’s worth of cocks, had cum splattered across his entire body. Been the star of dozens of intimate photos, and videos, from every possible angle. He’d been used. And it felt perfect.


        “Hope you didn’t have any plans for tomorrow, Louis,” he giggled, reaching to grab the deer’s phone only to remember that one of his previous partners had taken it, and live streamed his turn with the deer’s ass on Louis’ own social media accounts. “And for that matter, I hope you weren’t counting on the whole Beastar thing working out.”


        He pushed himself up onto his elbows, trying to decide whether or not he should leave the deer’s body right here and now, or if he should at least try and get the cum-soaked mess of fur home for the night. Just as he was feeling resolved to try and make his way to the deer’s dorm, a shadow fell across him.
        
        He looked up, into the now-familiar eyes of Brett.


        “Where do you think you’re going, Louis?” The stallion smirked, pushing the deer back down onto the table. 


“I’m finally ready for round two.”