Now Doug was a man of the world and a true hedonist; he didn’t pass up the chance for pleasure often and rarely if it involved sex. Doug had never had sex with a male anything before, but he wasn’t averse to trying it. After all, sex was sex and an orgasm, achieved with a female or a male, was still an orgasm. Doug had a very open mind and his mind was twice as open considering this all must be a dream.
So, Doug played along. As he thrust into his beautiful doe-woman, he opened his legs wider and allowed the male behind him to enter his ass. It hurt, but apparently the male’s member was long and thin, rather than long, thin and fat. It seemed to take forever until he felt the base of the cock against his asshole and when it was finally in, he wasn’t surprised to find that furry balls rubbed against his own. Long arms furry arms reached around Doug and the huge male began to hump. His humping drove Doug’s stiff cock into his sweet doe.
Doug saw the ends of the hands that were around him, they were hoof like in the same way the doe’s hands were. Doug could see in the pale moonlight coming through the pine trees; that the male on top of him was a stag and an impressive one too. He had a huge rack of antlers.
“Oh well,” Doug thought, “sandwiched between deer. It’s a dream come true.” The huge male’s cock was rubbing Doug’s prostate. Doug had been diagnosed with prostate cancer and had been taking radiation treatments, but this didn’t diminish his enjoyment now. His cock, balls and prostate were all being stimulated and he was in heaven. He kissed his doe deeply and the buck on top nuzzled and nibbled his ear.
In moments, the buck flooded Doug’s guts with stag sperm. He squeezed Doug tight and grunted heavily in his ear. He panted and put just a little more weight on Doug’s body.
Doug, being an older man, took longer to orgasm now than he did when he was twenty. Those were the years! He remembered one weekend he had spent doing nothing but jerking off. He lost count after forty on the Sunday of that weekend. How he wished he were that virile again.
The buck didn’t seem to be stopping. He didn’t soften and he didn’t stop pumping even after Doug felt no more come being deposited inside of him. The buck was something else. Doug felt a tingling in his balls and his body began to itch. He felt hot all over and was sweating profusely. He had to get out of his clothes. He managed to pull off his jacket; he pulled off his uniform shirt and in the process ripped the buttons right off. Finally, he was down to his tank top t-shirt which he just ripped off. Doug was a hairy old man. Silver and black hair covered his shoulders, his neck, his arms and his ass. His chest was a dense forest of fur that ran down his belly and into his pubic hair and his legs and ass was just as hairy as the front. Doug had a Marine Corps tattoo on his left shoulder, but you could barely make it out. Not only was it old, thirty years or so old and had bled because of exposure to the sun, but it was under his hairy black and silver body hair.
Doug exploded into his doe. He shot five times before he stopped and his orgasm caused his doe to go into multiple orgasms. “Oh, what a nice dream,” Doug thought, “I’ll really regret waking up and nursing a busted head.”
The buck came shortly after Doug shot into his doe-woman and the scent of deer musk and semen was heavy in the air. The buck pulled out and began gently lifting Doug to his feet. Doug pulled out of the doe. His pants pooled at his feet and he pulled them up. He turned around to see who or what had given him his first taste of anal sex.
Doug was an avid reader and he loved mythology. He’d read mythologies from around the world and it wasn’t light reading. Doug turned around to look into the face of Curnunnos himself, or at least that’s what he looked like with the moon behind his antlered humanoid head. Curnunnos was the Celtic Lord of the Forest and animals; Master of the Beasts and bringer of fertility and plenty. He was half man and half stag, though he could be any animal, this seemed to be his favorite form.
The stag-man snorted and said, “Welcome to the forest, brother, you and I will have a goodly sized herd, I imagine. I’m sure with as many deer as drink from this creek, there will be plenty of females for us both and of course, we also have each other.”
Doug laughed, “This is the craziest dream I’ve ever had. Herne or Curnonnos or whatever fucks me up the ass when I’m getting it on with a doe! I’ve got to write this one down; it would make a good book.”
“But this is not a dream, brother. You called me Herne, I like that. It’s a good name.”
“Well then, Herne the Hunter,” Doug said, “I’m Doug, but you can call me Cernunnos, since I’m your brother.”
“It’s a long name, Doug” said the stag-man, “What if I just call you Kern.”
“What the Hell! Why not, I’m going to wake up and write this vision quest down anyway.” Doug chuckled.
Doug wasn’t chuckling for long. His feet itched now too and he sat and pulled off his shoes. Something was happening to his feet. He took the pants off completely. His cock was hard again and he was becoming turned on. A tingling sensation spread from his guts and balls all over his body.
The doe sniffed at his neck.
“Mate with me again.” She said.
“No,” said Herne, “this time I will spill my seed inside of you and Kern will fill me.”
Doug had no objections and soon the three were fucking again. As Doug/Kern fucked the might buck, he felt his body changing. Velvety horns began to grow from his head, his body, covered in black human hair began to sprout dark black dear fur. His goatee and moustach was absorbed by deer fur and his muzzle pushed out. He spit out teeth. He felt the elongation of his arms and the change to a three fingered hand through the fusing of his fingers. He began to shoot his sperm into Herne, he didn’t know his balls were ridding themselves of the last of his human sperm and readying the production of hybrid germ cells and he didn’t care. He was having his second orgasm in less than thirty minutes, something he hadn’t done since he was twenty.
If he could have seen himself change, he would have been very impressed with the huge stag-man he was becoming. Kern grew to somewhere around eight feet tall, minus the huge antlers, and he was incredibly buff. He retained a pot belly, as is the due of older males. In the animal kingdom, the males have to carry extra weight for rutting season and his added bulk made Kern a very potent mature male in the eyes of Herne and the doe-woman. Were Kern a natural buck, he'd be in the most golden of his prime and have a good layer of fat coming into the rut. Beautiful black fur, peppered with silver showed that he was indeed a fully mature male. The other sign of his dominant status were the huge antlers growing from his head.
Kern/Doug was becoming a twenty point buck. Herne was, by contrast, only a thirteen pointer. There was pain, but Kern felt the occasional paid was outweighed by the incredible fuck. His velvet split and began to fall. His antlers were blood red and would become gleaming white once they were properly washed off.
As Doug finished changing into Cernunnos and the trio slowly separated, Jason thought it was time to introduce himself and the rest of the menagerie.