Date: Fri, 6 Feb 2009 07:11:15 -0800 (PST)
From: bradanaleodag@yahoo.com
Subject: The Stag (TG Magic)

This is a work of fiction. There is some bestiality in the first two
chapters so if this offends you then STOP reading. If you are under 18
then STOP reading. I hope you enjoy it~BL

				 The Stag

				 Chapter 1

	Tony always looked forward to the annual deer hunt. He liked the
gale-force winds lashing the prairie trees. He liked the sounds of the
rattling branches and the moans of wind as it played the electric lines and
barbed-wired fences like a despondent harp. Lots of time alone in the cold
so that he could dress as he wanted. He dreamed of the hunt in his sleep,
the giant red stag of his ancestors and the colors of the unfamiliar steep
hills in the cold.
	When the alarm went off a mere three hours after he had laid down
in the warm bed, he carefully got up and slipped into the mudroom where he
had his hunting clothes tucked away in plastic sacks. The light of the
hallway gave him enough light to silently open the bags.
	He dug inside one of the three black bags lying on the floor and
found the faded hunting vest. Tony slipped his fingers into one of the many
pockets until he felt the silk. He quickly replaced the vest on top of the
clothes in the bag and shut it.
	Time for a coffee and a shower, he thought. He went upstairs where
the kitchen and bath were adjoined by a common hall as not to wake his
slumbering family. He checked on the members of his little tribe and they
were all sound asleep.  He made the strong black coffee and some buttered
toast for breakfast. Those chores done, he slipped into the shower and let
the water waken him.  A bit more alert, he returned to the mud room and
without hesitation retrieved the hunting vest.
	His fingers found the silk and this time he pulled the lingerie
from the pocket where he had stashed it for quick retrieval. Tony loved the
softness of the fabric to the touch of his fingers. How it transformed his
rough, hard body, even for a little bit, into something soft and smooth.
	The tile of the floor was cold, causing his scrotum to shrink and
shrivel and along with it his limp member. His nipples jutted into the
frigid air. He slid the black silk panties on quickly and then slipped on
the thigh-high stockings, checking to make sure that the line was in its
proper place.
	He didn't dawdle to feel the smooth transformation of his calves
and thighs, but instead reached back into the hunting vest and got the
black silk slip and slid it over his head and down his middle-aged body
sighing. It felt so good and his nipples leaned into the soft fabric.
	Stifling a giggle, Tony began to don the remaining articles of
heavy-winter gear he needed for the hunt. Long underwear, thermal socks
over the stocking feet, loose sweatpants and hoodie, topped off by the
insulated coveralls.
	He packed the old pick-up truck with all his gear, rifle and a
small lunch and cokes. The silk moved so soft and caressed his skin deep
with the bundles of clothing and he felt warm and cozy despite the single
digit temperature. He loved deer hunting for may reasons.
	Tony thought about that as he drank coffee and drove to his deer
stand. He loved the solitude and watching all the nature, the sun coming up
and the glory of colors on the hills as it rose. He loved the little birds
and animals that flitted about him as he sat quietly in the stand. H e
loved the good, clean meat and the buck of a rifle on his shoulder as he
placed a good shot.
	But he also loved the feel of the silk against his skin and the
reality of actually wearing what he wanted to wear in the great
outdoors. It was a part of his transgender mind that Tony had only come to
accept and revere.
	Tony had always wondered about being female, ever since he could
remember. He had been envious of his cousins when they had formed boobs but
he was also deeply ensconced in the manly traditions of his family. He
hadn't realized how torn and confused his body and mind were. He wondered
at times, if that had been a big part of his alcoholism.
	He almost missed his turn, as he mused about his past and the
influence of being transgendered had played in it. Tony hit the brakes and
got the old pick-up slowed enough to navigate the turn from the oil to the
gravel road.
	The driving brought his mind back `into the woods,' thinking about
the stalk into the blind, and the direction of the bitter cold wind as he
chose his blind for opening morning. He had several blinds on his hunting
grounds but this one was a new one and he thought it would be special.
	He had found it in his fall scouting. It was secluded in a deep
thicket of nasty thorn bushes that lay at the base of a rock cliff that
jutted out of a hill. Tony had thought that he had looked for a path to get
into the rocks before, many years ago. But he had cut thistle near the plum
thicket and discovered that it secluded the narrow rock path that twisted
along the face of the little bluff. Once inside the pocket thorn bushes,
little deer-sized `tunnels' converged at the base of a rock from which
flowed a spring of cold clear water.
	The rocks surrounding the spring were green in moss and
lichens. Within the big rock face above the spring, he had found a little
alcove. There was a large stone that pierced the rock floor of the little
cave-let, forming a natural seat. Or an altar, he mused.  The little alcove
overlooked the spring and the tunnels. He had hunted the land for years but
had never seen the little alcove before. He attributed that to the dense
thicket.
	Tony stealthily crept into the alcove from above. He sat down on
the stone and then slid out of his vest. He got his lunch and cokes out of
the vest, then reached into another pocket and got out a little tin.
	He removed a sack and pipe from the tin , then reached inside the
sack with two fingers to get a pinch of the herb. Placing the pinch in the
bowl of the pipe, he lit the herb with his lighter. Holding his breath and
the smoke in his lungs he exhaled into the north wind. He repeated this
three more times, but each time he blew the smoke to another compass
point. Tony took another long drag and blew the smoke onto the ground. He
took the final drag and blew the smoke into the air above him.
	Satisfied that the ancient ritual had been observed ,Tony leaned
back into the rock, placed his rifle across his knees and began the long
cold wait. He really didn't know if the ritual was correct but it was his
ritual and he was sure that the Goddess of Nature would give him points for
trying.
	Tony's new-found spirituality was a large reason for his acceptance
of his transgendered mind. Previously he had been wracked with guilt for
decades until his path strayed upon the pagan's book in the used book
store. It had changed his life by opening the idea that nature as a goddess
was cruel, but fair. She didn't make any promises. But that She usually had
some ideas cooking and mutations were a big factor in that. Tony believed
that his transgendered mind and possibly his body were the result of a deep
hidden mutation.
	Tony shrugged as he came to the end of his thought. That's another
reason he loved deer hunting. He could wrap his mind around a year's crap
and come out with somewhat of a solution. Being absolutely still, breathing
with the nature around, him he let his mind roam again.
	He now accepted the fact that he was cross-wired, that he had one
too many X gnomes. He also accepted the fact that he was really too old to
do anything about it and had resigned to living with the woman inside of
him. That the thought of homosexuality wasn't really interesting to
him. But the thoughts being a woman and having sex as a woman was almost an
obsession. Tony slowly uncrossed his legs, feeling the stockings rub
against his skin.
	The wind was bitter, biting into his face but the little rock
alcove seemed to be shielded leaving only his face to be exposed to the
elements. It was the pre-dawn period of the opening day. The world began to
appear in shades of gray, getting lighter as the world spun round that
faraway sun. Minutes, then hours began to slip away as hints of the pinks
and lavenders of a winter sunrise began to slowly color the sky.
	Tony heard the tell-tale clicking of cloven feet and he slowly
raised the rifle to his shoulder and pointed it at the sound, slipping off
the safety. Down the `tunnel' to his left came the sound, then the cautious
head of a doe as she checked out the spring. He could now hear several sets
of clicks as the deer crept into the little clearing around the spring
beneath him. He kept the sights on the head of the big doe.
	Tony hunted for the meat except for the first day of the
season. That day he hunted for antlered deer. Sighing softly, Tony flipped
the safety back on and slowly lowered the rifle, knowing full well it could
be a long hard hunt until he had more meat in his sights. He waited and
watched until the little herd of six deer had drank their fill of the
spring.
	As the last fawn left the clearing through the right `tunnel', the
sunrise broke over the hills and the earth became vibrant with color.  The
skies were blazing in bright pinks and purples that had been promised
earlier in the morning. They blazed along the horizon on the edge of the
contrasted with the gray cumulus clouds that overhung the sky. The golden
soft light played off of the natural colors of the rocks and the red and
amber colored grasses. In the distance the hills took on blazing colors and
the greens of the winter grasses shone like jewels.
	Tony sucked in his breath. It was glorious and he was thankful to
be out in it and a small part of it. He took out his pipe and repeated the
ceremony just because it felt like it was the thing to do. Then he resumed
his silent vigil, watching the little birds as they flitted in the branches
of the trees below him. He had always meant to take a field guide and note
all the birds but every year he forgot. Tony made a mental note to remember
it in the morning but he knew he would probably forget it in his excitement
get back into the silk.
	As the sun slid across the sky to its zenith, the clouds drifted
off to the east-south-east, driven by the arctic cold of the weather
front. The sun burned like a slivers disk through the gray clouds as they
drifted across it and the little alcove began to warm up. The cold air
blasted from the north but inside the rocky the bare warmth of the winter
sun seemed to shine into the nook.
	Tony knew the alcove was secluded and secure.  He had carefully
scouted it to make sure that is was invisible for points surrounding it. He
was ready for a break from sitting, and the silkiness of his undergarments
were making him feel very sexy. He decided it was time for a little
self-pleasure.
	He slipped out of his coveralls and then the sweatpants and
sweatshirt and carefully rolled each article of clothing. The air was cool
but the fire in his veins was mounting so he didn't really feel the
difference. Next came off the long underwear which he also carefully
rolled. He placed the rifle on the ground where he could reach it.
	Tony stood up from his seat and placed the rolled bundles of
clothing into the hunting jacket. He rolled the jacket into a long cylinder
and placed the bundle on the rock. The wind whipped into the little alcove
as he did so and Tony thrilled at the feel of it against the silk on his
skin. His nipples hardened against the soft fabric. He slid the panties off
of one leg, leaving them hanging on the other.
	When he had the bundles properly placed and balanced, he mounted
them, slowly using the soft firmness of the rolls to put pressure upon the
shaft of his penis. Tony shifted his genitals until the shaft of his soft
prick and the ball sack were behind him, the shaft lying up his crack.  He
then reached behind and grabbing the semi-hard rod he positioned the tip
into his anus.
	He had to pull a bit on the ball sack to get his testicles clear,
but then the pleasure began to build as he used his own weight against the
rolled jacket and let his body sink onto the soft mound. Tony began to
slowly rub the base of the cock which in turn pushed the tip against his
anal ring. He spread his legs and moaned softly as he rocked. Tony slipped
into his girl-mindset. He could almost feel the firmness of the shaft
between his legs and the wrapping of the vagina around it. The tip got a
little deeper and the pleasure increased as he moved.
	He moved faster and faster and suddenly he could hold it no more
and the rod stiffened and began to squirt sperm up and into the ring. Tony
could feel it run down his legs as the cock throbbed and pumped. The
tingles of cumming spread down his back and into his groin. He moaned in a
high falsetto and kept pumping.
	Suddenly he heard the stomp of a hoof behind him and the deep grunt
of a buck. Startled, Tony turned his head to look over his shoulder.
	The buck was huge, its antlers sweeping into almost all of his
vision. It was unlike any deer that he had ever seen, a large beast reddish
in color and more like an elk than a deer. He could see the fire in the
stag's eyes and a fully erect penis jutting out from beneath him.
	Tony tried to reach for his rifle and the buck leaped upon him with
another loud grunt, knocking him sprawled across the stone, the gun
clattering out of reach. Tony tried for his rifle again, but the stag
lowered the huge rack and caught the rifle sling, ripping the weapon out of
his hand. With a swift flick of his mighty neck, the rifle flew out of the
alcove and into the spring below with a sickening splash.
	The air rushed out of Tony's lungs with a grunt and the stag got
his forelegs up and over his shoulders. Tony could feel the bristling hair
of the creature along his back and the mighty strength of the stag's legs
as they seemed to lock over his shoulders, pulling his torso back and
raising his hips over the stone seat.
	He felt the sharp hardness of the stag's pointed cock as it jabbed
the cheeks of his butt, looking for an opening, the warm hardness probing
as it slid up and down his cum-covered crack. Then Tony felt the point find
his anal ring, and with a mighty heave and grunt the stag drove his hips
forward and Tony involuntarily opened his legs wider.
	Tony moaned, then gasped as the hot prick jabbed into his virgin
ass. He tried to scream but the weight of the buck kept him from gaining
the air needed in his lungs, so he wound up panting in rhythm to the stag's
wild thrusting. The buck was grunting as he rammed the prick hard. Tony
could feel the stag's breath on his neck, the hair of the beast's belly
sliding on the silk of his slip. In and out of his ass the cock jabbed,
until the beast gave a long grunt and Tony could feel the warm spunk
squirting into his bowels and down his legs.
	The stag slid off of Tony who was shocked and temporarily
disoriented by the sudden rape. The buck then began to bugle and it was
then that Tony realized that it wan not a native american species, but a
red deer of Europe. As the beast bugled it's triumph Tony began to feel a
tingling sensation.
	It started at the now cum oozing ass, then began to travel up his
spine, towards the base of his skull. The stag bugled again and again, the
little canyon ringing with his sound. With each bugle the tingling
intensified and then began to creep deep within the marrow of his
bones. With a little gasp Tony realized that he was paralyzed, his arms and
legs numb, lying face-down with his hips still across the stone and his
bare butt in the air.
	He tried to move and the buck intensified his bugling. Tony could
barely twist his head behind him and he got a glimpse of the stag just as
it's limp penis began to harden and slide out of its sheath. With a mighty
grunt the stag mounted Tony again, this time the shaft poking and poking at
the base of his scrotum where the ball sack met the anus. The force of the
beast knocked his head forward and the tingling increased as the buck kept
ramming away. Uncontrollably, as if by instinct, Tony moaned as the beast
lunged. Soon he noticed that he was moaning and panting . The sound seemed
to increase the beast's intensity of his attack.
	The shaft of the buck seemed to driving and pushing Tony's
testicular sack into his body cavity. His whole nether region was on fire
and sizzling with a combination of pleasure and pain. With a gasp, Tony
felt his balls rammed into his body cavity, the buck shaking with effort
trying to get his whole prick inside Tony.
	The buck's piston kept pumping, Tony's nuts going deeper and deeper
as the stag made gains in his penetration.  The tingling pleasure/pain
increased and Tony realized that he could feel his dick being stuffed up
into the cavity along with the nut sack, as the buck got deeper and deeper
into him.
	With a mighty lunge the stag got his entire cock into Tony and Tony
could feel the hairy balls of the stag as they slapped his raw ass, his
genitals now deep inside his body cavity and being rammed by the stag. The
tingling intensified threefold suddenly and spread to his nipples and Tony
could feel them harden and push out against the cold soft silk of the
slip. The little mounds began to jiggle and grow with weight. They seemed
to get really tender. The buck humped him hard and bugled again as he came
inside the tortured new orifice and at the base of Tony's skull the
tingling imploded and he screamed in a high voice, the mingling sounds
echoing in the canyon.
	Once again the stag slid off of him and began the strange
bugling. With every bugle Tony's insides shook and quivered, the stuffed
genitals staying deep within his body cavity. The paralysis seemed to ebb a
bit and he pushed his torso off the floor of the alcove. He glanced down at
his chest and noticed that his nipples were huge, and seemed to jut into
the silk.
	The spaghetti straps of the slip had slid off of his shoulders and
he wriggled out of them to take a look. His areolas were large and brown
also and had darkened on top of two fleshy mounds. He shook his hair back
and realized the it was hanging well below his neck. Where did all this
hair come from? Come to think of it, where was all my chest hair? He looked
down and noticed that the hair out of his arms had disappeared and that his
hands seemed to be smaller. They felt funny.
	Tony was still sprawled over the stone seat with his butt in the
air and as the stag bugled and bugled. His nether regions inside of him
shook with each hearty blast. He shot a quick look at the stag, who was
looking right at him as he roared. Tony could see lust in the stag's eyes
and he felt a weird moistening of his genitals deep within him.
	The stag mounted him again, this time thrusting balls deep into the
wet cavity with a might heave and Toni humped back and gasped with
pleasure, all pain gone now. She felt the tip of the buck's dick as it
churned on and over her Grafenberg spot and she sighed. The stag seemed to
grunt and then began humping Toni in earnest, Toni humping back, wanting
the cock to ram her hard on her clitty. She suddenly felt wet in the hole,
and the dick of the buck slid in and out with a renewed fervor. Toni gasped
and moaned, her voice now high pitched as she held herself off of the
floor, backing into the stag.
	The pleasure increased and spread throughout her spine, legs and
down to her nipples as they swung from their fleshy mounds swollen with
lust. Her orgasm was deep and intense, Toni shaking and quivering as the
buck kept fucking her. She felt the juices flow around the stag's cock, and
out of the hole and down her legs.
	 A bud of pleasure remained inside her and to Toni's surprise,
began to build again. The stag somehow increased his tempo and Toni shook
her hair back that had fallen over her eyes and face in the mating
frenzy. She and the buck orgasmied together, the semen of the beast mixing
with her sweet cunt juices.
	Sated, the stag slid off of her again and this time Toni could
move, however she was really stiff and sore. Numb and panting, she rolled
off of the seat and in a daze tried to collect her wits as she lay on the
cold stone floor of the alcove. Her stockings were in tatters and seemed to
be far too large for her shapely smooth legs that were now hairless. Toni
peeled them and the torn panties off.
	There seemed to be a new weight on her chest and she moved her tiny
hands to her breasts, surprised to feel the soft and tender fleshy mounds
that while not huge, seemed ample and more than filled the palm of her
hand. The nipples were tender and a bit sore. She shot her hand down to her
groin.
	There, down where her balls and cock had been, was a patch of the
softest pubic hair she had ever felt, wrapped around pussy lips that were
wet and dripping with cum. She could feel the fluids leak out of her as she
lay on her back gasping for air. The throbbing of her clit was new and
strange to her.
	She raised herself up on an elbow and took a good look at the
stag. He was breathing hard with his head and massive antlers hung low to
the ground after all the exertion. He shook his head and had that dull look
in the eyes all males have after sex.
	Toni and the stag eyed each other as they caught their breathe.
The stag began to amble towards her and Toni scrambled to get to her feet,
the stone cold to her feet. The slip fell off of her, for it was far too
large for her new petite body.  Her body felt weird to her too, as she was
much shorter than Tony had been and the new boobs felt funny on her
chest. She slowly reached down and picked up the garment. The stag seemed
to be nonplussed about it so she slipped on the black silk slip, amazed at
how good it felt to her new body and using one of the torn stockings, tied
it around her middle like a belt.
	The buck used his antlers and caught the rolled up hunting vest
with her heavy hunting clothes and swept them into the pool. He then stood
between her and the only escape rout from the alcove. She watched as the
fabric absorbed the moisture and sank into dark cold water. The buck
grunted and stomped his foot. He swung his antler towards the rest of
Tony's clothes, and stomped his foot again.
	Somehow Toni understood that the balance of the gear was to follow
the rifle and the clothing into the spring. She quickly gathered it and
flung it into the water, hoping for a brief distraction so that maybe she
could escape. The stag seemed to watch the gear as it sank and Toni tried
to swing behind him and get to the narrow path leading up and out of the
alcove.
	The buck whirled, its eyes blazing, the huge antler rack barring
her avenue of escape. He snorted and stamped his front hoof again, the
menacingly began to approach her. Toni backed back into the alcove until
she could feel the rough cold wall on her butt, then she began the sidle to
her left along the wall as the buck came moving towards her, his head down,
the huge antlers pointed towards her.
	Toni kept backing into the little alcove really frightened now. The
beast outweighed her by at least half a ton and she knew she wasn't the raw
physical match for it...even when she was male.
	Was male?
	That sent her mind spinning even faster as Toni began to grasp the
transformation of the last half an hour. The snorting and head swinging of
the stag brought her back to the danger at hand and almost with a start
Toni realized that she was being driven. As she backed into the alcove the
rock seemed to move away from her body and she kept her eyes on the stag as
he kept moving her backwards into it.
	Too late she felt the emptiness of air beneath her heels and she
inadvertently jumped backwards as the stag leaped forward. The cold air
rushed up her slip as she fell into a dark shaft and she didn't have time
to scream as she hit the ice-cold water feet first.