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Poached

By pogoman122
Created: 2024-06-18 05:52:52
Expiry: Never

  1. >Be you, Anonymous
  2. >Literally
  3. >You don’t tell anybody your name
  4. >And you certainly never tell anyone where you’re going
  5. >They can judge you all they want, but you’re always out to make a quick buck
  6. >That too can be taken literally
  7. >For the sake of brevity though, you’re currently out in the forests of western Virginia
  8. >Not West Virginia, just western Virginia
  9. >Got that?
  10. >Good
  11. >You drove your little Jeep Cherokee out to the boonies and had set up shop deep in the woods
  12. >The closest town was less of a town- rather more of a nudist cult that not a whole lot of people knew about
  13. >They never bothered you though, a form of mutual understanding as it were
  14. >You certainly wouldn’t have any trouble from them
  15. >In all honesty, it was only the game wardens and police you had to worry about
  16. >You’re a poacher.
  17. >A stag stabber
  18. >A doe dragger
  19. >A buck brea-
  20. >
  21. >Anyways, you were up about fifteen feet in a little perch precariously hung on an old tree
  22. >Camouflaged, naturally, and armed with a crossbow
  23. >Making noise was really your primary concern, a gunshot out here would be heard for miles around
  24. >But a crossbow bolt?
  25. >Hardly a lick of sound, save for anyone who would happen to be nearby
  26. >Unfortunately, as you were about to find out, today would not be your day
  27. >You sat up there, scanning the surrounding region with your binoculars, but couldn’t spot a single deer!
  28. >Not a damn one!
  29. >For hours you sat up there, and found the woods uncharacteristically quiet
  30. >Sure there was the occasional birdcall, cricket chirp, or even a branch breaking here and there- nothing that would have the weight of a man, and you sure didn’t spot anyone nearby
  31. >At least… That’s what you thought
  32. >Surely nobody could’ve followed you out here
  33. >The wind had begun to pick up, and you felt the dry heat give way to a more moderate humidity
  34. >The air had begun to cool, your ears popped slightly from the rapid drop in pressure, and then-
  35. >It began to rain
  36. “God fucking damnit.”
  37.  
  38. >Course, you’d been preparing for that as soon as the wind had picked up
  39. >You weren’t stupid!
  40. >But the rain had come AWFULLY fast, too fast, too quickly
  41. >With your luck, as soon as you dropped down, eight fucking bears would be waiting for you
  42. >You hadn’t prepared quickly enough, naturally
  43. >The rain had started to come down harder and harder, metaphorically raining cats and dogs all around you as small hail began peppering your Bass Pro Shop ballcap
  44. “Motherfucker. Son of a bitch.”
  45. >You growled and muttered under your breath
  46. “Have to abandon the nest, fuck.”
  47. >Whatever, you could always come back tomo-
  48. >CRACK-
  49. “Aw shit.”
  50. >CRKK-
  51. “Why!?”
  52. >The stability of that old branch underneath had started to give way
  53. >You looked around quickly, down at the ladder-
  54. >Which had just toppled to the forest floor with the shifting weight
  55. “Sonuva-”
  56. >Something catches your eye
  57. >For a brief moment, you lock eyes with it
  58. >The largest fucking stag you’d ever seen
  59. >That deer’s head could net you thousands just on its own!
  60. >KKKKKRRRRR-
  61. >The weight shifted again, causing you to lose your footing
  62. >You slammed down on the hard plastic above the branch, landing on your stomach
  63. >Very quickly you realized you were sliding as your own weight full cracked the sucker underneath
  64. “Fuuuuuu-”
  65. >You scrambled with both hands as you slid sideways, one finding the trigger guard of the crossbow, and you instinctively grabbed it for dear life
  66. >It fired off a shot directly into the tree that was evacuating you from itself
  67. >If you hadn’t pissed off some kind of tree god yet, now you most certainly had
  68. >You were pelted with rain and increasingly larger hail as you slid off the perch
  69. >You screamed like a little girl as you fell all the way down, down, down, down
  70. >Down to the forest floor
  71. >It was only a fifteen foot drop, but it felt like you were falling forever
  72. >Just simply free falling down-
  73. >And the impact never came
  74. >Instead, an extremely odd feeling washed over you- like you were having rapid cold and hot flashes simultaneously all across your body
  75. >Then it felt like you were falling UP
  76. >Gravity seemed to quickly slow you down as you suddenly found yourself briefly staring at a sky that was clear as day- your soaking wet body immediately beginning to feel the radiant heat of the sun in the sky
  77. >Yet, you continued screaming your head off as you plummeted back down once more
  78. “OOMPH!”
  79. >The wind was knocked out of you as you landed on your back
  80. >You gasped for air
  81. “Haaahh- Hrk- Haah…”
  82. >The perch hadn’t even fallen down-
  83. >There wasn’t even any trees-
  84. >You turned your head
  85. >Somehow, you were in a forest clearing
  86. >Your eyes widened as things came more into focus
  87. >And you weren’t alone, not by a long shot
  88. >A buck- was it the same one? That glorious stag was-
  89. >No no, that can’t be right- He looks-
  90. >He looked angry
  91. >How could he-
  92. >His face was so SO expressive, it was uncanny, it wasn’t like any kind of deer you had EVER seen
  93. >The buck snorted, steam shooting out both nostrils
  94. “Ahhh… Fuck.”
  95. >He raised his head
  96. >”Fuck is right, human, but we prefer the term ‘buck’ around here.”
  97. >It talked
  98. >Deer can’t talk.
  99. >Flashes came to you, the stag’s antlers began to glow, and memories unwillingly forced their way into your imaginative eye
  100. >Your first hunt, eating the heart of a doe with your father
  101. >Going out on your own as a young man, discovering the value of racks and heads- the taste of venison
  102. >Getting older, getting frustrated, deer season was too short- you embraced poaching
  103. >Nearly getting caught by the game warden- trying to use a bow after that, but you were pathetically unable to rack shots properly, so you switched to a crossbow
  104. >Then back to just moments ago, that… Very same buck, staring dead at you
  105. >In your mind’s eye, in retrospect, he was angry then as well
  106. “Shit.”
  107. >The buck’s antlers grew brighter, and you felt yourself lifted up off the ground
  108. >Your crossbow seemed to liquify in your hand, becoming nothing but dirt and twigs and leaves that simply fell to the ground below
  109. >You tried to scream, but nothing came out
  110. >You flailed a bit, and flailed harder as your clothes began to dissolve away
  111. >Soon you found that you were shaking off layers of soil, exposing your naked body
  112. >”You are an absolute SCOURGE upon my children, and so I have taken the liberty of removing you as a threat.”
  113. >The stag began walking closer, the angry expression never leaving his face, the glow only intensifying
  114. >”I have watched you, Andrew, and I prayed that you would change your ways.”
  115. >Your fingers began stiffening, the same for your toes
  116. >So much for staying ‘Anonymous’
  117. >”But you will not. You SCUM could never change.”
  118. >You needed the money- it was-
  119. >”You need NO money. You are plenty well off, no, you kill for sport. No different from a murderer.”
  120. >The deer was nearly face to face with you, albeit you were looking upside down into his visage
  121. >You couldn’t even speak, couldn’t respond
  122. >He looks away, solemn for a moment, expression softening
  123. >”We understand necessity. Survival. Desperation. Our kind and yours have faced these things together for millenia.”
  124. >Then he whips his head back to you
  125. >”You face none of these, and you must atone.”
  126. >Your wrists and ankles crack, painlessly, and it feels as though all your internals organs were shifting around
  127. >You could only really see your body hair explode outward, thickening, and sprouting in innumerable places as the hair on your stomach rapidly change color from brown to white
  128. >Your fingers forced themselves together, the nails growing over- blackening, and enveloping your hands to resemble more of-
  129. >A hoof, a deer hoof
  130. >Oh my god
  131. >You were turning into a DEER
  132. >Is this your payment?!
  133. >Nothing answered your thoughts- just the stern expression of the buck
  134. >Your toes befell the same fate as your fingers and your ankles cracked as they shifted upwards- your legs reshaping themselves, your arms reshaping themselves much the same
  135. >You felt yourself dropped unceremoniously onto the grass below once more, the wind again being knocked out of you
  136. >The hair- fur- prickled you as it spread all up and down your new arms and legs- to your torso- to your neck
  137. >You writhed and held yourself, something ordinarily impossible for even a deer, but you knew from the start you weren’t going to be just some deer
  138. >Your spine cracked, vertebrae shifting, a short fluffy tail sprouting right from your coccyx
  139. >Your neck too, involuntarily cracked, and you were jarred as your neck heaved your reshaping head to a new angle- more suited for ungulate movement rather than bipedal
  140. >You begged for it to stop internally, but it wouldn’t.
  141. >Your cock, your poor precious human cock, suddenly shot back into your body
  142. >You groaned, moaning in discomfort as both testes were simply sucked back in just as well- and you felt your internals shifting once more
  143. >While at the same time, the new space made way for something else, a fleshy mound rapidly covered by fur itself- hiding the brand new openings somewhat as you shivered intensely
  144. >Your face continued to reshape as well- nose and mouth pushing outward, nose blackening and widening to form more of a pert snout- your vision expanded to a wider range in an uncanny way as you could see the angry stag more and more clearly in your peripherals
  145. >Approaching
  146. >Your ears repositioned themselves, stretching out, and you began to hear everything far more clearly than you could before
  147. >You could hear him, approaching, but could do nothing to stop it
  148. >He trotted behind you, out of sight, and then you felt his… ‘grip’ flip you onto your stomach from your side, and violently jerked yourself towards him
  149. >Oh god, you knew what was happening, and yet you still couldn’t speak despite all your moaning and groaning
  150. >”A poor fate of retribution has fallen upon you, and you will make up for what was lost. Face the judgment of the White Tail Woods.”
  151. >Make up for-
  152. >Fuck, oh fuck, oh god
  153. >Before you could even really process it, your rear end was pointed upwards in his direction, and you felt every inch of his stag dick push between your new folds, into your new opening-
  154. >It horrified you
  155. >He held you firmly in place, mounting you
  156. >And just began humping, and humping, and humping
  157. >You felt it each and every time, his rod ramming into you, sliding out, ramming inside of you again like some kind of fucked up augur
  158. >You couldn’t get away, and the worst part was that it began to feel GOOD
  159. >You were involuntarily moaning not out of panic, or pain, but out of PLEASURE as each impact sent waves from your hindquarters rippling up through your torso and right into your brain
  160. >You didn’t want this, but you literally COULD NOT stop it
  161. >The utterly alien feeling of your ‘wetness’ so to speak dribbled down his cock, down between your own inner thighs as well
  162. >Legs quaking as he just continued to rut you, and rut you, and rut you
  163. >You couldn’t tell how long it lasted for, but then you felt him begin to climax with no warning given to you
  164. >His cock pulsed, and you felt his hot, sticky, gooey mess shoot deep inside you-
  165. >”Don’t think this is over, doe, I will absolutely ENSURE your pregnancy.”
  166. >Warmth enveloped your belly as he pulled out, releasing his ‘telekinetic’ grip on you, allowing you to fall forward unceremoniously
  167. >”And this will continue, over and over, here in this new land. Until this entire forest is populated by those much like I, but nothing like you. Here, under Celestia’s sun, our kind will thrive.”
  168. >You couldn’t process nearly a lick of what was going on, you twitched and quivered there on the grass, feeling his cum leaking out of you
  169. >You were too spent, your energy absolutely drained from the rapid transformation and fucking
  170. >You knew you didn’t want this, but how could you even stop it?
  171. >How the tables turned.
  172. >You’d been poached, taken as a mate.
  173. >Ironic.

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