Property of the Cherryton Drama Club
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With only days to go until the first proper performance of the school year, and with the student body still reeling over what happened to Tem, most of the club members are on edge. After some encouragement from Bill, Louis dedicates himself to easing the tension using some unconventional methods. 
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        “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me, Zoe,” Louis muttered in exasperation, rubbing his temples with the tips of his fingers as he listened to the goat stumbling his way through the dialogue yet again. Ever since he’d been forced to recast Tem’s role, the deer had begun to feel as though the entire production were falling apart. He took a moment to compose himself.


        “I apologize for the profanity. We have been over this page a dozen times already today,” he sighed, looking up into the goat’s eyes, fighting the urge to snap once more. As frustrated and pent-up as the deer felt, after everything that happened, he knew that his fellow club members needed a gentler hand than he was used to working with. “Why do you think you’re having so much trouble remembering?”


        “Oh, fuck,” Zoe grunted, his face flushing red. “I-I’m sorry, Louis. I just wasn’t expecting to have more than a couple of lines.” The goat tried to catch his breath, gasping and panting for air. His body had long since begun to tremble with exhaustion after over an hour of dedicated rehearsal time with Louis. 


        “You’re part of the acting team. Surely you anticipated that you’d have to learn lines at some point, didn’t you?” Louis started to roll his eyes, before quickly stopping himself. Instead, he just took a deep breath, fanning his face with the hand that wasn’t holding the script. For some reason, the air in the auditorium was feeling particularly hot and humid today, and the deer could feel sweat rolling down his back. 


        “Mmmmmphhh,” Zoe grunted, finding it increasingly difficult to focus on anything the deer was saying. He looked down at the highlighted lines on the script, but all of the words started blending together. “Y-you have to admit, this is all very last minute. And we’ve never used this…unique…method of rehearsal before.” The goat’s fur was similarly damp with sweat in the oppressive air of the auditorium. 


        “You think I don’t realize we’re in a time crunch here?” Louis replied through gritted teeth, feeling his entire body tense up. Even with Tem, this year’s production of Adler had been running behind. Now, the deer figured it would be a miracle if their onstage performance even reached the level of quality of last years’ dress rehearsals. “That’s why we’ve been trying something new this week. Clearly, our old method wasn’t good enough.”


        “Wow, Bill really did a number on you, h-huh?” Zoe replied, an uncharacteristic smirk spreading across his face as he realized just how committed Louis was to their new practice regime.


        “All he did was suggest a new technique,” Louis replied, putting in effort to maintain an even tone even as his heart pounded in his chest. As the deer continued to bounce up and down on the goat’s cock, he turned his attention back to the script in his hand. The feeling of Zoe’s moderately-sized shaft spreading his hole open with even the tiniest shift in their bodies barely even registered in his mind. “Now, start again from the top of the second page.”


        “W-wait, Louis,” Zoe groaned, feeling the deer’s ass clenching around his shaft tighter and tighter. “I-I think I’m gonna…ahh.” His entire body tensed up, and almost instinctively, he dropped his script, wrapped his arms around the deer’s waist, and rolled the pair of them over, pinning the deer against the floor.


        “Ugh, again?” Louis groaned, breath catching in his throat as the goat suddenly picked up the pace, forcing his shaft deeper and deeper into the deer’s hole. Despite the stimulation, the deer’s own cock hung limp, slapping against his thigh with each bounce. 


        “S-sorry, man,” Zoe grunted, tongue lolling out as he relentlessly fucked the deer’s perfect ass, until he finally reached his limit. It was his third load of the afternoon, so when the goat started to shoot his cum into Louis’ rear, it didn’t take long for him to finish.


        “Whatever,” Louis rolled his eyes as he felt the goat cum in his ass. “You really need to work on your stamina, as well as your line reading.” He waited for Zoe to finish, and then promptly rolled the goat off of him. “Take a break, and read over the script again. I’ll try and circle back around to you later.”


        Leaving Zoe in a sweaty mess on the floor, Louis pushed himself onto his feet, ran his fingers through his fur in an attempt to flatten it out, and started making his way across the stage en route to the costume department. During his last fitting, Kibi had suggested that he ditch the cape traditionally called for by his role, and have his pants altered to more perfectly suit his ass. 


        As he walked across the stage, he suddenly became aware of a large shadow looming over him, which was quickly followed by a firm smack on the rump. Turning to look over his shoulder, Louis immediately recognized Bill, the tiger’s usual smirk plastered across his face.


        “I’m on my way to a costume fitting, so whatever it is, it’ll have to wait,” the deer rolled his eyes, irritated but not surprised by the feline’s interruption.


        “Oh, just relax, little buck,” Bill grinned, kneading the deer’s plump rear end between his big, strong hands. As soon as he said those words, Louis took a deep breath and closed his eyes, standing there for a moment before opening them again.


        “Sorry, Bill. What can I help you with?” Louis replied with a grin, feeling Zoe’s cum drip down the back of his legs as the tiger played with his ass. His eyes had lost focus, looking odd and dull.


        “I need your help rehearsing,” the tiger smirked, giving the deer’s rump a good slap. As he waited for the deer’s response, he walked around behind him, kneeling down and taking a picture of his stretched hole. Dripping with the cum of a half-dozen men already, the deer was a total mess. “God, remember when you were a virgin?”


        “Yeah, thanks for fixing that,” Louis smiled casually, before returning to the topic at hand. “What could you need my help with? You’ve got all of your lines down.”


        “I found a page we missed, and my character has a decent number of lines I haven’t practiced yet,” Bill grinned, looking forward to adding his daily contribution to Louis’ rear.


        “Well, it’ll still need to wait a few minutes, I have to go see Kibi about my costume.” Louis rolled his eyes, not at all surprised that Bill had missed an entire part of his role. 


        “That’s fine, I’ll be waiting,” Bill grinned, slapping the deer’s ass again before sending him on his way. “Just wanted to let ya know. You might get to cum this time, if you’re a good boy.”


        Leaving the tiger behind for the moment, Louis continued towards the back of the stage, where Kibi from the costume department stood waiting next to a rack of clothing, tape measure in hand. On the other side of the room, next to a stack of boxes, a wolf watched.


        “Oh, Louis,” Legoshi sighed, raising his hand and wiping the tears from his eyes. He took in every detail of Louis’ body as the deer made his way backstage. The patches of matted, unbrushed fur. The scratches and bruises. The cum stains that had come from every male in the club, with the exception of the wolf himself. Despite the promise that Bill had made at the start of this whole debacle, it was clear that his fellow drama club members had no respect for his boyfriend’s body.


        “Oh, relax,” Kai chuckled, punching the wolf’s arm in a friendly manner. “He’s fine. Serves him right for the way he used to run this club.” Despite the mongoose’s casual tone, his words elicited a strong reaction from the wolf. Legoshi moved like lightning, grabbing the smaller mammal and shoving him against the wall.


        “Shut the hell up, you petty little furball,” Legoshi growled. “You lose out on an acting role, and think someone else deserves to be treated like this?”


        “Settle down, pup,” Bill smirked, walking up behind the wolf, and holding his phone in front of his face. The screen showed the picture he’d just taken of the deer’s ass, with his thumb hovering over a post button. “You remember what happens if you get out of line.”


        Legoshi looked over his shoulder at the tiger, rage in his eyes, but he did what the tiger ordered, and let Kai down. The mongoose punched Legoshi in the balls as hard as he could, sending the wolf to his knees.


        “Nice one,” Bill laughed, reaching down to high five the mongoose as Legoshi whimpered on the floor. “Still don’t get why you’re so worked up over this, Legoshi.”


        “He’s my boyfriend,” Legoshi spat back, growling, trying to seem intimidating even as he cradled his aching balls. Bill and Kai looked at each other, before bursting into laughter again.


        “Not anymore,” Bill grinned. “He’s mine. And Zoe’s. And Kai’s. And everyone’s, aside from you. Or else all those pictures and videos get posted.” He scrolled through the collaborative file the rest of the guys had been adding to, surprised by how many entries there were. “He’s the property of the Cherryton drama club, now.”


        “I should kill you for making him get that tattoo,” Legoshi replied, baring his fangs. He started to push himself onto his feet, but Bill took a few steps forward, kicking him in the dick.


        “But you’re not gonna do anything. We’re keeping the secret in the club, for now. But what if everyone found out? Do you think your precious little deer would have a chance in hell of becoming the next Beastar then?” Even as the rage in his eyes grew, Legoshi was forced to shake his head.


        “That’s right,” Bill chuckled. “You care about his future. His body for his reputation. That’s the deal, for now.”


        “How much longer?” Legoshi whimpered, ears lying flat against his head. He had given up trying to look strong. It was true, he couldn’t let Louis’ future be destroyed. 


        “Just a few more days,” Bill grinned, looking across the stage as Louis tried on his newly-tightened pants, courtesy of the costume department. “Then you’ll get him back.”


        “That’s what you said a few days ago,” Legoshi mumbled, looking down at the floor. He found himself increasingly grateful for the repeated kicks to the crotch. Despite his horror, seeing those pictures had sent blood rushing to his groin, and he didn’t know if he’d have been able to live with himself if he’d gotten hard at what was being done to his boyfriend.
        
        “Is it?” Bill shrugged, whipping out his cock as he walked closer to the wolf. He laid his massive, barbed shaft along the wolf’s muzzle, his balls dangling in front of his nose. “Take a good look, pup.” Legoshi tried to look away, but Kai forced him to keep his head in place.


        “Please, don’t,” Legoshi whimpered, feeling the weight of the thing on his face. He’d heard how Louis responded the first time Bill had forced this thing into his virgin ass, back when things first started. How the deer whimpered with every inch, whined with every barb.


        “Ruin your boyfriend’s hole again?” Bill smirked, repeatedly slapping his cock across the wolf’s face. “Beg.”


        “Please, please, stop. I’ll do anything. Say anything, give you anything. Please don’t put that in him again.” Legoshi looked up at him, rambling desperately. 


        “You really do care about him, huh?” Bill asked, his expression softening slightly. Legoshi nodded eagerly, eyes pleading with the tiger for things to end. Instead, Bill chuckled, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face.


        “That’s what makes this so fun.”


        Tears ran down Legoshi’s face as Bill stalked back across the stage, heading right for Louis as the deer got changed back out of his newly adjusted costume. Every day, Legoshi thanked the stars that once things were over, Louis wouldn’t remember any of this. He’d just wake up one day, and his memories would be replaced with a normal life. 


        He could trust Bill to keep that promise, right?