“I dare you... to go into the locker room... an strip naked!” Whining, I try and give Malop my best puppy dog eyes. I bend down to be a bit and wag my tail. For affect “No, you bet that you could run faster, now that you lost, this is my prize.” Crossing my arms, I stick out my tongue and glare at the chameleon. Why are his dares always so weird, after this I’m never betting with him again, so unfair. “Fine, but off then back on, right?” Last time he had me strip naked, he dared me again when he found out I didn’t do it long enough for him. Malop grins and shakes his head. Of course the lizard wants me to do more. “Do a lap around the room, then you can get dressed.” Huffing, I punch his shoulder. Malop chuckles, grinning at me. Without waiting for him to possibly add another thing, I stalk off toward the front door, away from him. Behind me I hear Malop chuckle again. Crossing the street, I can see the bright yellow and pink painted walls with wavy stripes. For a gym it had a lot of weird colors and symbols. Looking through the windows, I can see rows after rows of exercise equipment. Biting my lip, I feel a bit of hope, it also seems to be empty, maybe this won’t be so bad. Opening the door, there’s a small ding as it opens. Freezing just inside, I wait, expecting someone would try and stop me. Silence is all I can hear. Looking back out, I can see Malop across the street walking away, chicken wasn’t even gonna make sure I did it! What kind of bet is this if he wasn’t gonna make sure I did it? Maybe I can just, say I did it, and run home… No, he dared me, I’m a pup of my word, I’ll do it. Taking a deep breath, I start moving toward the locker room sign. Looking around as I walk, I find the place entirely empty, nobody seems to be in any of the rooms on any of the machines, even the front desk doesn’t have anyone. Is anyone even here? Stepping into the locker room, I find it also slightly, creepy. The floor is covered in white tiles and the lockers are a light blue. Looking around it seems… so clean. Like nobody was ever in here. Finally, I hear someone, they seem to be talking to someone else, but it’s muffled. The sound of people seem to help ease my unease. Maybe this place wasn’t abandoned. But, other than them, the place did seem quite empty. Moving quickly, I rush to the furthest row from the showers. Finding myself still alone, I get to work, rushing to take off my shoes, socks, and then shirt. Hap haphazardly, I throw them on the bench. Gotta work fast if I don’t want to be seen. The talking is still a few rows away, but I can’t make out what they’re saying. I pull on the waist of my pants. Biting my bottom lip, I look around once more. Still alone, I’m nearly done, just gotta run super fast. Thankfully nobodies here, maybe two people will see me. That’s not bad, could be more… Just gotta do this. Taking a deep breath, I focus on the fact I’m almost done with his stupid bet, I just need to drop these, and run, I can leave really quickly, afterwards and hey, maybe nobody will see me. Taking a deep breath, I yank them and my underwear down. Quickly dropping them to the floor, I step out of them and push them with my foot toward them the rest. Looking down, I blush, anyone can see me now. See that my spots cover everywhere, including my sheath and balls. See that I’m still really small, see everything. Dare, focus on the dare. Step 1 of the dare is done, now to just, make a loop, get dressed, and run away. Taking a deep breath, I start jogging, before pushing into a run. Faster, be like the Flash, get out of here. Around the first corner I go, empty still, rows and rows of lockers pass me on my right To my left is stone brick wall, painted teal. Every now and then I run passed a poster. Maybe… Maybe I’d get away with this. Row after row, suddenly I hear a gasp off to my right. Oh no… They absolutely saw me. Blushing, I push my legs to go faster, gotta, run, faster. Another corner, and I can see the black tile showers off to my left, in the distance of that room I see toilet stalls, with floor to ceiling barriers. The fronts are painted with a dark purple. The silence in the room feels worse. I think back to the gasp as I run, hopefully they don’t follow me. I try and listen for the talking, but silence reaches my ear. The only sound I can hear is my paws slapping on the ground as I run. I move around another corner, back to where my stuff is, time to escape, just gotta keep running. My heart rushes, fear starts to creep up, this pressure in my chest keeps growing. “Stop!” It’s a deep voice, loud, booming. Stumbling I come to a stop. Not just because he said too, but out of fear from the power in that voice. Turning on my heel, I find myself looking at two large males. One a black gorilla in a towel, the other, a deer with antlers. The deer has on a shirt with the name of the gym and jean shorts. The gorilla eyes me up and down, while the deer starts shaking his head. “Come here boy.” Fear, was I in trouble, what is he going to do? Are they going to tell my mother. My legs move before my brain can decide to disobey. He’s holding his towel and looking deep into my eyes, staring me down. I come to a stop in front of him, all I can feel is terror. The deer next to him chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Dwayne, let me get out of here first, I’ll lock the door for you.” The gorilla chuckles and pats the deer on the back. His grin makes promises and unease settles in my stomach. “You’re the best bud, I’ll save you some for later.” The deer chuckles and flips the middle finger as he walks away. “Better, because there’s gonna be a mess.” As I watch the deer walk away, I realize not only how tall he was, but how large the gorilla in front o me is. Both of these men are taller than my dad who's almost six foot tall. “He better be a screamer Dwayne.” The gorilla chuckles and flips the deer off as well. I watch as he disappears around a corner, heading for the front. I try and look anywhere but the gorilla. The man sees my wandering gaze and chuckles, he rearranges himself and I can now see that his towel is barely holding on. “You could always come back, you know I love sharing Chet.” The deer chuckles from somewhere near the entrance. “I’d love to, but you’ll need an alibi. Have fun with the kiddo.” The gorilla chuckles darkly and grins down at me. Avoiding his gaze, I stare down at his hairy feet. They’re large, nearly the size of my head. The gorilla puts his arm behind his head. A wave of musk hits me. I wrinkle my most a bit, it’s smelly. He must have been on the way to the shower. “How old are you?” Mom told me to avoid telling adults this but she had a hard time explaining why. I try and look away but my curiosity keeps me looking at his armpit. It seems really wet but also really fuzzy. Is that what mine will look like when I’m older? “Seven.” The gorilla grunts, I watch as he reaches down and adjusts his towel. “Eyes are over here kid.” Blushing, I look away from the armpit over to his faces I reach his face, the gorilla grins and flexes his arm muscles. “Seems like you see something you like.” I blush and look down. “Mom tells me not to stare at adults, that they may get the wrong idea.” The gorilla chuckles and nods his head. “She’s not wrong but, I suspect you’re just following your nose. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Ever seen an adult fully naked boy?” I think back to the time I’d seen Malop and his dad getting changed when I arrived early for our play date. A blush forms on my face, Malop’s dad was absolutely naked. I hid and pretended to knock on the front door. “No…” The gorilla raises an eyebrow and chuckles. “Tell me the truth boy.” I look up, begging him not to say it with my eyes, the gorilla just waits. “Once… my friends Dad.” The gorilla chuckles and nods. It feels like slow motion, as I watch the gorilla pull on his towel, the fabric comes loose and just drops to the floor. The smell from his armpit is quickly over taken by the rest of him. The entirety of the gorilla’s sweaty body is now on display. “There, I think that’s fair seeing as you’re already nude. Now, what are you? You have such lovely fur patterns.” Blushing, I look down at my own paws and kick at the floor. “Mom says I’m part African wild dog.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see the gorilla move, placing a paw on the bench, his leg raises giving me a better view of… he has such a large willy. It’s huge, with a hood over the end of it and large balls covered in back fur to match and hang below. I feel my mouth drop open in surprise. The gorilla chuckles and winks at me. “Wanna see em up close boy?” I blush and go to step back. He chuckles and grabs his balls, shaking them. “You know you wanna, just, get closer, touch em, feel em. I’m fine with it.” I chuckle nervously, it can’t hurt I guess. Slowly, I shuffle forward, moving closer to him. His smell gets stronger as I move closer. Maybe he’ll forget about it if I touch them, then he can go back to his shower. Hesitating, I nervously reach out, his is a heavy one, nearly making it hard to breathe. How did the deer stand so close to him? My mothers voice creeps up on me. “Don’t touch strangers in their no no spots, no matter if you think it’s okay, it’s not.” I pull my hand back from where I’m reaching out, I really shouldn’t be doing this, I should run, but… dad always said I should listen and respect adults. If they ask me to do something, I was expected to do it. My paw gently bushes the large orbs, wet fur under my fingers. I could hear my dad’s voice telling me what I did was right. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my back, pushing me toward the gorilla. A squeak escapes my muzzle as a cry of surprise. Just as suddenly, my muzzle is pushed under the gorilla’s balls A thick, salty, smell, like dirt and wood, a bit like sawdust and metal, invades my nose. “Good boy, breathe deep.” What else am I to do here? The gorilla’s grip keeps me in place as I try and pull back. So I do as he says, breathing in. My muzzle fills with his scent. The top of my muzzle specifically feels wet from how sweaty he is. I feel some drip down the side into my mouth. Frowning, I try and spit it out. Finding that only seemed to shake more lose. The gorilla groans and chuckles above me, holding my face there. After a few moments, he pushes on my head specifically, angling it up. “Lick boy.” Lick… his balls? I whine to the best of my ability, I want to run away, this is weird. The gorilla doesn’t let go, instead pushing my face more into the sweaty fur. Nervously, I reach out with my tongue and lick. My tongue is instantly filled with the taste and smell of his musk. My little mouth and taste buds are being overwhelmed, with all the adult flavors. But he holds me there, so all I can do is lick more. As my mouth tastes more of him, I hear a moan above me. “Such a good pup, good boy.” This is weird, this is gross, I want him to let go, I wanna pull away, it’s so salty. I don’t wanna taste his sweaty balls! In this moment, I feel glad Malop left, he would never let me live this down if he caught me here. A yank on my head, and I feel the gorilla pulling me back. My head hangs limply in his hand, my tongue hanging out mid lick. My cheeks turn red as I look up. His willy isn’t hanging down anymore. The thick gorilla meat throbs as it starts standing to attention. The gorilla lets go and takes a seat on the bench in front of me. His tool at eye level now. Looking up, I find him grinning down at me. “Bet you’ve never seen one like this before pup.” I slowly shake my head. Malop’s dad had a cloaca and even when it stood up, it was a lot smaller. The gorilla grabs his member and points it at me. I stare as he pulls the skin back. I gasp as it pulls back reveling white specks around the head, it looks like he put yellow cottage cheese on his penis. Grunting, he pushes forward, hiding it again, before pulling back, revealing more. I hear his deep chuckle above me. “Since you did so good licking, open up. You’re going to try sucking on this like a lollipop.” I lean back and away. “Is it safe?” The gorilla raises an eye brow, before realizing I meant the white stuff. He grins down at me and chuckles, his member seems to throb some. “Perfectly, and quite tasty. Like the cheesiest cheese you’ve ever had.” Slowly crawling forward, I get closer again. I can smell his musk heavily here, it felt like that was all I could breath in. A hand suddenly grabs the back of my head and pulls me forward. “I said, suck on it.” The tip smashes against my lips. He growls above me, and pushes harder, it hurts, keeping my mouth shut hurts so much, so I finally just open. His member slides in. It’s so big in my small mouth, like trying to eat a full sub without biting. In seconds the flavor registered on my tongue, Sweat, sour, bitter, like a cheese but nasty. I gag briefly, it’s so bad, it has this gritty texture. I want him out, I want it gone. I don’t wanna be tasting this. His paw holds my head and slowly pushes me back, relief fills me. Suddenly, I’m pulled forward again, pushing all the way back to where we were. Tears leak from the corner of my eyes, I wanna gag but I don’t know what would happen, it’s so gross. What did he mean by suck? As he moves, I feel my mouth starting to over flow, like I was sucking on a Popsicle, it tastes so gross, cheesy but like dirt, and sweat. Is this why I suck? So I don’t drown? I feel liquid running down my muzzle. I closed my eyes and try to swallow, like this was the biggest Popsicle ever. The saliva goes down and all the taste, the dirty, sweaty cheese goes down my throat. I shudder underneath his touch. The gorilla chuckles, starts moving my head faster, I whine, moving faster, means having to swallow more which means I have to taste more of his nasty cheese. “Such a good mouth, good boy.” I feel his other hand grip my head, panic fills me. He pushes hard forcing more of his member into my mouth, it feels like I’m trying to swallow a bat. The gorilla pants above me, grunting. The gorilla chuckles above me and pets my head. I try and swallow repeatedly, anything to help with how much is in my throat, then I feel it, both hands, I’m being yanked forward. His large weapon thrusts and slams into the back of my throat. I can feel his head, pulsing against me, slimy gunk being left behind. I whimper, it hurts so much, it feels gross, and it tastes like those days old socks I once licked in my dad’s room. The gorilla grunts above me, holding my head still, he moves slowly and in small motions, I try to keep up, swallowing what I can, but he’s so rough and I keep gagging. The gorilla above me stops and chuckles. He grips the back of my neck, holding me there “Good boy… now, don’t spill any of this.” Blinking rapidly, I try and anticipate what he means. A hot, thick, liquid fills my mouth, I struggle in his grasp. He holds me firmly in place. I try to swallow as fast as I can, it’s overflowing, I feel like I’m drowning in it. It’s an acrid, spicy taste, it reeks so strongly, and there’s so much of it. I try to keep up but find as soon as I swallow my throats already full. So I try and swallow what I can. The rest runs down my muzzle and spills over my body. The gorilla groans above me, his paw petting the side of my head as I gag, and whimper. Tears are streaming down my face. As the stream slows, he pushes me back. My eyes open wide as I suddenly fall back onto the floor. The gorilla pants as he continues peeing onto me, wetting my fur with what remained. He gently strokes his member as he finishes. “Fu.. uck! Round 2, now.” I can feel myself being lifted up. His hot breath briefly on my neck before he sits me down in front of him on the bench. I feel the willy that had just been in my throat rubbing against my back. Fear shoots through me, what is he doing, why am I facing away from him? The gorilla behind me groans, I hear him open something plastic. He’s not holding onto me… I’m free, I really should leave, his paws are busy, I have a clear way to escape. As I go to stand up, I feel it. Fear courses though me as his paws return. They wrap around my waist. Suddenly, I’m in the air again, the gorilla is lifting me up. “Stand for me boy.” Looking down, I see he is standing up as well and I’m now hovering over the bench. As he goes to put me down, I try and keep my feet on the boards. There is a weird sound, like when the bottle of shampoo give you a large glob. It’s a silly sound, I wanna giggle but my fear keeps me silent. My eye grow larger as suddenly there's a pressure on my butt hole. It’s large, bigger than my fist and wet. The gorilla grunts and he holds onto my shoulder, keeping me still. “Wha… what’s that?” The gorilla chuckles behind me. “My banana.” As I go to look behind me, I stop, screaming out, it pushes into me. It was solid, hard, and so big. “So tight, fuckin’ scream bitch, scream!” It barely enters before it’s suddenly being pulled out of me. The gorilla’s breath is heavy on my neck, his hands grab my hips to control them as he pushes back inside. My legs tremble, wanting to move, but don’t due to his grip. My butt feels like it’s being spread, held apart, like a poop was going the wrong way. The gorilla moans and grunts into my neck as he pulls back and thrusts in, slowly pushing in deeper. I can’t understand, Tears stream down my face, I’m crying, each push inside causes a new scream, I can’t focus. “Do you feel that slut? My large gorilla dong deep in you. Ruining that tiny hole of yours.” He lifts me up, my legs flying up off the table, fear fills me, was I about to die? He grabs my legs and drop me. His pole rushes into me. As I hit the bottom, I feel a new, indescribable pain inside, like a dull ache takes over. I shiver and try to look down. I can see the large willy that I had been licking, was now deep in me. He’s thrusting hard against me, I can see it disappearing up and into me. My vision blurs as my brain tries to comprehend, I let out a partially wrecked sob. The gorilla is fully in control, lifting and dropping me onto this length. “Plea...se… Stop” The gorilla chuckles and groans as I sob again. “So… Tight...” Closing my eyes. I try to imagine I’m home. Safe… then the gorilla bends me over and starts thrusting harder, my feet are on the bench again. There’s a wet slapping sound, like someone playing in a puddle. The gorilla groans behind me, lifting me up, dropping me down, lifting me up again, dropping me down. I can’t even tell if it’s going deeper, or just repeating at this point. I take a deep breath, it’s hard to breath, so much screaming, so much crying, why does breathing hurt? My nose is full of his scent, the smell of us, the smell of his sweat. I squirm as I realize how wet I am, my fur feels like like I’ve been in a pool. Whimpering, I go limp in his hands. The gorilla chuckles and pats my head. “Good boy, accept it, this is your place.” Sniffling, I whimper at a rather hard thrust. Everything aches, everything hurts. The gorilla groans behind me and stiffens. I swear he says something but all this pain and working out, it makes me so tired. I close my eyes as I feel my butt become very wet and very hot. Maybe he’ll be done when I wake up, I’m just so tired. I feel big hands drop me down onto the bench, the pressure in my butt is suddenly relieved. I whimper but it feels so nice, but also weirdly empty. I try and squeeze it to fill it up but my hole just refuses. Yawning, I curl up on the bench. As I slowly let sleep take me, I hear the gorilla chuckle and the soft sound of water dripping. Shaking, gentle shaking, I blink up at who ever it is. As the world becomes less dark I realize it’s the deer from earlier. He seems to be looking me over. Still feeling quiet tired, I look around the locker room, the gorilla seems to have vanished. “How you doin’ little fellow?” I look over at the deer, who seems to be examining my chest, pressing gently on it. “So sore. The deer chuckles and pulls back from his inspection. “Yeah, it seems like my buddy did a number on you. You passed out before he could thank you and left.” Frowning, I look around the gym. “Why would he thank me? He was so mean, and it hurt. I even sucked on his pee pee. Why would he thank me after hurting me?” The deer chuckles and kneels in front of me. He gently pets at my legs. “Because you were just so cute, he couldn’t help himself. You took him like a champ though, my friend really enjoyed your butt and thought you were a great sport. He even wanted me to give you some money to make up for it.” I watch as the deer pulls out and holds two crisp one hundred dollar bills. I feel my eyes get large, two hundred, for me? I reach out to take it, but stop, maybe this was a trick. “Are you sure? I think he peed down my throat and his pee pee hurt my butt really badly. Was I really that good?” The deer nods, biting his bottom lip. “Oh yeah, you did so good, but, how about this, I’ll give you another bill if I can play with you too.” Him? But… it would hurt again, I’m still so sore… but then I’ll have three hundred! I could buy any game I wanted, even Fur Fighter Six! Looking down at my paws, I kick them a bit. He said I took it well, so… maybe just a bit more… Glancing back up, I find the deer watching me, his hands rubbing against the front of his shorts. Seeing that he had my attention, he winks and gently pulls down his zipper. A long pointed shaft peeks through. I can smell it from where I sit on the bench. It’s a spicy wood smell, like a tree and cinnamon. He walks over and straddle the bench. Putting himself in my face. It has a pointed tip and looks really long, getting thicker as it goes and thickest near his sheath. Blushing, I feel his hand brush my head. “Be a good boy and suck on me like you did my friend.” Whimpering, I open my muzzle and let him in. As his tool touches my tongue I find out the spicy scent is just him. It tastes like a woodsy cinnamon ball. I both hate it and can’t stop sucking on it. It’s a lot better than the gorilla. The deer gently pets my head, moaning above me. “just like that, good boy, you like that taste? You want more? I’ll give you more.” A muffled yelp escapes as he grabs my head and forces more into my muzzle. His tip rubs the back of my throat as he moves. I whimper as his squishy end rubs against the back of my throat it feels weird, like I ate something I can’t swallow but it’s also a lot easier than the gorilla. I much prefer his over the slimy one. I look up and find the deer licking his lips as he stares down at me. His horns are silhouetted by the lights and make it look like a shadow crown on his head. He keeps holding me there, it feels uncomfortable, so I start to try and push. His grip is tight just like his friend. Trying to breath, swallow, anything just results in more of the wood cinnamon combo in my mouth and stinging my nose. Finally he lets me go and pushes me back. My eyes grow large as I feel myself falling over, I let out a yelp as I land on my back on the bench. “Oh fuck, he left me so much lube.” The deer quickly moves forward and lifts my legs over his shoulder, I squirm below him, the gorilla didn’t do this. Suddenly his pointed length pokes at my hole. “No no no no no.” The deer bites his lip and thrusts in. A look of excitement on his face before turning to one of joy. “He ruined you sooo good... love slutty holes.” He pushes all the way in, his sheath bumping my butt with ease. I let out a cry, I thought I could do it, he said the gorilla thought I was brave, but this still hurt, he was still big. He wasn’t gorilla huge, but it was still big enough to hurt. I can feel something wet leaking between us as he pulls back. Whimpering, I shake my head and try to cover my face. The deer growls at that and forces my arm by my side. “No. I want to see you.” I let out a cry, shaking underneath him as he started to thrust in me. A wet slap echos around the locker room. The deer looks so happy when I don’t fight him again. He goes back to biting his lip as he thrusts, attempting to make the slaps harder and faster. I whimper below him. “Fuck… I owe Dwayne, his sloppy seconds are the best.” He presses me down as he ruts into me. I let out a whine as he angles a wrong way and pokes something. A wave of pain and pleasure wracks my brain briefly. “Take it slut, take my load.” The wet feeling returns, the deer groans above me. His face twisting in weird ways. A wet heat floods my insides. The deer grunts and thrusts again. Shivering as he moves. Another pulse comes from inside me. He holds me there, not moving, as pulse after pulse throbs inside me. Finally he pulls back and I feel that weird emptiness again. I try and squeeze down and find that still doesn’t help the feeling I now miss. Tired, again, I’m yawning and trying my hardest to keep my eyes open. Not another nap, need to go home... Suddenly the deer lifts me up into his arms. Holding onto my back and legs, I am being carried. I feel liquid drip out of me as we move. The deer walks out of the row of lockers and back toward the showers. I nuzzle into his chest as we walk. I breathe in his scent here, face pressing against his muscles. The movement from being carried causes liquid to drip out of my butt here and there. He gently lifts me up in his arms and kisses the top of my forehead. The entire walk feels like a weird dream and weirdly, a good one. The deer hugging me to his chest, the kiss. I feel all warm and bubbly inside. As we enter the showers, he bends down and places me above one of the drains. No longer being held, I stumble away from him blinking, trying to keep my eyes open, yawning. I end up leaning against the wall. I can hear him chuckle, but I’m too tired to stand. I slowly slide down the wall. My butt hurts as it touches the cold tiles floor, but it also helps sooth and relieve the pain. As I sit there, holding my knees, I see that the deer hasn’t moved. He seems to be watching me. Blinking up at him, I watch as he gets this odd smile on his face. I once seen that on my little brothers face when he decided to play a prank on dad. The deer steps forward, his soft dick bouncing as he nears me. I turn away and close my eyes, I don’t want to get anything in my eyes. My brother once got pink eye and watching him take eye drops was the worst. Suddenly, I feel it. liquid splashing all over my face, and chest. Gasping, I try and put my hands up. The stream bounces against them, still covering me. I whine as I sit there. There was no hiding it this time, I know what it is, I whimper as he keeps peeing on me. I feel it soaking into my fur as I sit there. The deer laughs, and I feel the stream suddenly get wavy, as if he’s trying to drench me in it. A sob of embarrassment escapes me as I sit there there. That simple sob feels like a damn breaking, I let out a full cry, the sob echoing around the room. The fire hose of pee keeps going, coating my chest, and legs, and then my paws. As it starts to feel less strong, I go from sobbing to just whimpering. With the deer done, I expected him to leave me like his gorilla friend, I wipe the pee out of the fur above my eyes and glance up at him. I nearly jump as I feel his hands on my shoulders. Looking up sharply, I find him there, offering a hand, and a sad smile. Fearfully, I take his hand and he helps me up. “I wanted to help clean you off, but seeing you there… I couldn’t help giving you a different type of shower.” I whimper and shiver as I stand there, what’s he going to do next? Am I done? Can I go home? “You were a good boy and honestly, I wish you could stay here all night, but I only have an hour break so, we gotta get you cleaned up and out of here.” He walks me over to the shower and turns it on. Luke warm water spits out and soaks my fur. “Here, let me help you.” I nervously eye his hands but nod as he starts trying to help soak all my fur in the water, washing away what he can. He gently has me turn around. Nervously, I follow his lead, as I face him, I can see he’s hard again. I blush and look away. He has me bend over and uses his hands to help get water into my butt hole and starts cleaning it. I shiver under the gentle touch that had hurt me not minutes ago. I feel confusion, and frustration. He just hurt me! Why was he helping clean me? Why was I allowing him too? Finding my hole clean enough, he lets me stand up. I look down at his hard cock, then look up at him. He chuckles and shakes his head. “Another time maybe, we gotta get you dressed and on your way home.” Would there be another time? Do people just, do this? I must have looked really confused as he pets my head and chuckles. “At least, I hope there’s another time, see I see it this way, you have two options, you can go, and never speak of this again. Or, come back. If you see me or my gorilla buddy, we’ll gladly have more fun with a good boy like you. Or if you want, you could bring us younger boys then you. We’ll pay you even more for that and maybe teach you how to have fun with them, like we do you.” Fun? What fun. The deer moves over to turn off the water. “Let me go get you a towel.” I watch in confusion as he heads off into the locker room, I went around the gym naked, does this count as completing the bet? I frown as I wait. The buck comes running back with a nice red towel. “Couldn’t find one of the gyms, so here’s mine.” He kneels down in front of me and starts drying off my fur. “There we go, and you still smell lightly of my buddy and I.” Do, I want to smell like the two guys that hurt me? Well… they did pay me, and the deer has been so nice afterwards. Maybe it wasn’t so bad. The deer pulls back the towel and grins, seeing me mostly dry. “There we go! Now let’s get your clothes, the money, and I can then call you a ride home.” Instead of picking me up and carrying like he did from the gym, the deer walked ahead of my down the left row around the lockers, the side I’d been running down when the gorilla told me to stop. I giggle as we come around the row where I left my clothes, I completed my bet! Take that Malop. The deer looks back at me as I chuckle. “Something funny?” I grin up at him and nod. “My friend bet I wouldn’t go naked and run around the entire locker room. Malop is gonna be so upset when I tell him that I did it.” The deer chuckles and I see his member throb. “Malop, is he a chameleon?” Grabbing my shirt from the bench, I nod my head. “Uh huh, he’s my friend from school and we’re always daring and betting each other.” The deer chuckles and leans against the lockers near us. “Really? That cutie and his dad are in here all the time, I’ll need to offer his dad our special members rate next time.” Putting on my pants, I look down for my socks, I’d left them with my shoes but I don’t see them anymore. I start looking around, maybe they fell out. “Lose something lil buddy?” I nod and point to my shoes without socks. “I was wearing some blue Masked Coyote socks, but I can’t find them anymore.” The deer hums and walks over and picks up my shoe. Reaching inside he seems to feel around. I start looking under the bench, behind me, I hear the deer take a deep sniff. Pretending to not hear anything I quickly stand up and just decide to give up. “Oh well… I really liked them too. Can you keep an eye out for them?” The deer hands me my shoe and nods. “Cross my heart, if you want, I can see about buying you a pack, you know, in case you decide to come back.” Frowning, I nod and take a seat. Yelping, I jump up. The deer snickers but walks over. “Here, let me help you, your little hole is probably gonna hurt to sit on for a few days, next time I won’t hurt so bad afterwards.” He really thinks I’ll be back. Will I? Putting my shoes on, I make sure my pants are all zipped up. Finding they were, I look expectantly up at the deer. He grins and nods for me to follow him. “Last thing left, make sure you’re all paid up and get you a ride home.” The deer’s member has mostly shrunk back into his sheathe as we walk back to the row where I ran into him and the gorilla. As we come around the corner, I see how much white liquid is all over the bench and floor. The deer sees where I’m looking and waves at it. “I have to mop the floors in here anyway, I’ll get that.” Reaching down, he picks up his pants and pulls out his wallet and phone. He hands me a crisp, one hundred dollar bill. Gladly, I take it. Realizing I didn’t have the other two I start looking for them, where did the other two go? Looking over by the puddles of white, I blush as I find them laying in some of the white goo. Walking over, I reach down and pick them up. Three hundred dollars… maybe… maybe I could come back. Buy some games or something. “Alrighty then, just put your address in here and your ride will be here shortly.” Looking over, I see the deer holding out his phone. Taking it in my paws I type in 34 Lake Birch Rd. Handing it back to the deer, he grins and pushes a button. “Alright, an otter named Robbie should be here shortly. Follow me.” It’s only now I realize the deer had put his shorts back on. Following his lead, I watch his small tail wag in my face as he walks. Would I be back? The deer sure thinks I will. Was it really that good for them? Is it fun? It hurt so much… I can’t imagine that being fun… but, they paid me a lot of money for it and... Pausing I blush, an image crosses my mind of me sheath deep, in younger brother… Maybe I could come back, maybe I could bring him along… I’m fine, sore but fine. He would too... Heck they say younger kids bounce back faster and he’s like three. “I think I see you’re ride. Once again, keep this between us, and if you want, come back. We’d love to have you again.” Blushing, I nod and step out of the gym onto the street. As the car pulls up, I see the otter look over in confusion. “Did you call for a ride to Lake Birch Rd?” I grin and nod. “Yup, need to get home, don’t wanna be late.” The otter frowns and bites his lip for a second. Looking around he finally nods to the back door. “Get in kid.” Grinning, I open the door and take my seat, buckling my seat. The car pulls away, and I can see the deer waving from his seat at the reception desk. It hurt, I cried a lot, but… he wasn’t too mean afterwards. Maybe… maybe I could go back, maybe I’ll bring my brother along next time. After I buy myself a few games first.