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It was silent outside, save for the constant crunch of feet in fresh snow, and chattering of teeth. The camouflage mask covering my mouth did nothing to combat the cold, which mercilessly whipped at every inch of exposed skin. Luckily for me, the snow wasn't quite blizzard like as it had been the past month, so my routine hunting expeditions could go on unhindered. Reluctantly, I yanked back my sleeves to check my watch. The needles read 10:43, about four hours since I'd begun. Sighing, I adjusted my gun and looked around.

 

I was in the dead of winter, a vast forest of bare trees stretching for miles around. The land wasn't flat, the odd hill here or there, along with a mountain range a few miles north, peaks just visible through what was left of the treeline. In the sea of brown and white, I stood out as a small island of orange and green, my reflective vest making myself visible to any nearby hunter. Completing my assessment, I moved northward, hoping that some quarry would take shelter in the mountain's shadow.

 

A few minutes later, something in the distance caught my eye. Instantly, I held my breath, coolly unslinging my gun. I fell prone, dropping my feet flat, at the same time setting up a small rock for a makeshift bipod. I peered through the scope, inspecting my prey. The buck was as still as I was, grazing on something it found. I cursed under my breath. Its head was behind a tree trunk, forcing me to go for the heart shot. I adjusted for drop, raising my cross hairs just above where the deer's heart sat. Dimly I noted that my gloves were useless against the weather, my fingers having gone numb. Forcing the unwilling digits to move, I clicked the trigger back.

 

The beautiful winter silence was shattered by the uproar of my round, which slung forward with expert precision. As the rifle bucked into my upper arm, I felt a peculiar twinge of pain. I hoped nothing got bruised, as it could sour the entire trip. Returning to my scope, I surveyed my kill...which lied on the cold ground, stiff as if it was a frozen corpse. Strangest of all, there was no gore, not a drop of blood. Bewildered, I pulled away, inspecting my arm. The pain wasn't a usual kick, I was right about that, but an injection. A flamboyant dart jutted from my arm, covered with red and yellow bands crowned with a crimson plume. As I looked at the dart, I felt my body become lethargic, and my eyelids became lead. Unable to move, I only noticed a shadow approach me, and a grotesquely pleased voice chirp, "Ceramic!". Without an explanation, I succumbed to the poison and gave in to unconsciousness.

 

 ...

 

I awoke gasping, writhing on the floor with pain. My eyes were forced shut, a tear dripping out of one. After a moment, I gained the composure to look around, and found my captor shaking out his hand. He was unlike anything I'd ever seen. It was a bizarre hybrid of deer and human, walking on two legs while having antlers, a muzzle, fur, and hooves. Through my shock, I tried to weasel out of the situation, only to find my arms tightly roped together. I pleadingly looked at the creature. On its....muzzle...a twisted, cruelly entertained face rested. Finally he spoke, in a casual eloquence that threw me off guard. "Sorry, bad first impression. You're a heavy sleeper." The thing wore a forest green tattered hunter's vest, adorned with a full bandolier. As my gaze dropped, I saw that the thing wasn't wearing any pants, and its sizable cock hung visible. My fear must have been obvious, as the deer seemed to take glee in my disgust. "Alright, time for formalities. I'm Bambo, this is my cabin. You're my prisoner, and I don't give a damn what your name is."

 

My mind raced, looking for a way out. "Wh...what did I do? You don't have to do this!"

 

Bambo seemed annoyed by my answer, rolling his eyes. "Are all of you so dumb? I'd stood by while you hunted deer like me, but when one of you shot my girl, well, I knew what I had to do." He waited for a moment. "That didn't last long. Didn't want to be like you filth. Also, it got messy."

 

I felt my heart drop, dread hitting me. "Then what are you going to do?"

 

The buck patted his belly, reached into a vest pocket, and retrieved a hunting knife. "All in good time."

 

With an unnatural strength, Bambo grabbed a bunch of cloth from my chest, lifting me an inch off the floor. Looking me over, he swiftly sliced my clothes to tatters, covering the floor in strings and scraps. My green pants and neon vest were strewn about me. Bambo shot me another predatory look, getting to work removing the last thing I had on me: my underwear. Soon, even those joined the rest of the clothes on the ground. I hung my head in shame while Bambo kicked away the clothing.

 

The deerman jeered. "I always guessed hunters were lacking a bit, but hey, thanks for proving that." To emphasize, he grabbed his prick, letting the sizable girth sit in his hand. It was plainly obvious it was throbbing, and becoming erect quickly. Pointing the tip at me, he slowly jerked it. "Nah. You aren't worthy of this monster. You get something much worse." Bambo confidently strode up to me, squeezing my cheeks with his hand. He took his other hand and placed it over his belly again, this time producing a sickening rumble. "Heh, excuse me."

 

Bambo quickly spun around, bent over slightly, and used one hand to thrust my head into his ass. The grumbles deep inside him grew louder, becoming overpowering. I desperately yanked my head back, but my bound arms and the deer's strength kept me pinned to his brown ring. The rumbling ceased for a moment, the deerman groaned, and let loose. I cried out in disgust as a burst of hot air graced my eyes and nose, followed by a horrific wall of sulfuric stench seeping into my nostrils.

 

I held my breath, forcing my arms apart. I could almost hear the rope giving way, but if it would, it would be too late. I shouted to myself, 'No, no,' but all that did was waste my precious air. I was fighting a losing battle, I knew, and the burning need in my lungs forced my hand. With my face directly in the putrid gas, I gave in, inhaling a thick, toxic cloud. I immediately hacked, nausea creeping up as I felt the smell invade my being. It was inescapable, the fumes in my sinuses, my throat, my lungs, and my eyes. As much as I tried, nothing could take my mind from the deer's flatulence I was being made to breathe. Hazily, I registered my captor's blissful sighs of relief. His paw was wrapped around his cock, some of the fur sticky with precum. As soon as I thought the spurt was over, he would shove my head back in harder, and unleash another gas worse than the last. After what felt like hours, I was too intoxicated to speak. My eyes sat unfocused, still taking in the residual stench.

 

The deer looked over his shoulder at me, grinning. "Took it like a trooper. I like that. Eating all that forest shit really works me up. Don't think you're done, you're going to be breathing more of my bree than oxygen." I didn't respond, only staring at the floor. "D'aww, you're so pathetic. You should be able to have a LITTLE fun!" Bambo faced me yet again, jerking himself off until a thick pool of pre coated his paw. Unable to stop him, I watched as he bent over, grabbed my prick, and slicked it with his own juices. Agonizingly slow, my chub grew to a full erection. The conflicting feelings of lust, hate, disgust, and anger took their toll, squeezing tears from my eyes, all the while I grew closer to climax. I grunted in frustration to signal my nearing orgasm, at which Bambo abruptly stopped.

 

"Not so fast. I want you to say it. I'm not Bambo to you anymore. For the rest of your sad, sad life I am your master. Say it." His grip on my cock grew painful. "Say it!" I was delirious, but even I knew he was right. He won, and his prize was my subjugation. I mustered up what was left of my strength.

 

"Y...you are my master. Master." I shuddered, the sense of dread lifting from me. I relished the feeling of giving up, ceasing my struggle. Master's grip relaxed, and he resumed his gentle strokes.

 

"Good boy. Now go on, cum," he cooed. As sickening as it felt, I was compelled go obey my new Master. I weakly bucked my hips into his paw, small drips of natural lubricant spilling on the floor. Once again, the familiar sensation of desire rose, turning my body to jelly. I cried out, obediently spurting small jets of sticky cum across the room. While my orgasm occured, I breathed deep. The scent left over from my punishment began to smell almost wonderful, addictive. My eyelids drooped, the sense of sight coming second to Master's touch and pungent haze.

 

My orgasm subsided, and Master stood up, leaving me to bask in the afterglow. He smiled triumphantly at me, rubbing his sticky fingers together. "Good boy." His smile broke into a wide grin, and his sticky paw was placed over his taut gut, which responded with a familiar rumble. I groaned eagerly, suddenly impatient for my 'punishments'.  Master laughed, "Let's have some fun."

 

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STRING OF HUNTER ATTACKS BAFFLES LAW ENFORCEMENT

 

Over the past several months, hospitals have been inundated with countless cases of local hunters infected with near-lethal levels of horse tranquilizers. While officials though the first few cases were simply addicted residents looking for a new abusable substance, the multiple cases more recently have prompted law enforcement to launch multiple unsuccessful investigations. According to an interview with police chief John Gowter, some locals have reported a hunter gone missing, last known to be hunting near the mountain range, though no one is sure if this disappearance is related to the attacks.