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Something Borrowed

Chapter 4: The Rehearsal

Sneak Peek

Aksel was starting to get used to his ball draining escapades. Whenever he was at home, his rut was tirelessly taken care of by Ryan, at least when the rabbit wasn't working. In the hours between the constant face fucking and breeding, those balls ached and gargled with need. Aksel was currently sitting on the couch buck ass naked, his balls soaking sweat and drool into the cushions as a fan blew on his crotch. He felt hot despite the cool air outside. He even turned off the heat and opened a window to keep himself from burning up. His new body craved the cold, and his balls sagging in the heat were testament enough to how warm his rut made him.

Ryan had been sustaining himself on basically a diet of cum and carrots, and still Aksel's nuts ached for release. The cool hair helped calm the buck, but sweat still glistened his brow. Aksel's gut was shallower from before, as though any excess energy was going to fuel his rut, but it was still large enough to angle his throbbing dick down. The tip of that knotted deer dick dripped and dribbled as the buck watched some old animated show he had watched a thousand times. Anything to distract his mind from his aching boner.

“Seriously, can we get that other guy over here for some release?" Aksel moaned, gulping the hot air as though it would cool the fire in his loins. “I'm burning up here."

_ “Bucks are more active at dusk and night,"_ Stolid had taken over his hand, the red latex and onyx claws clicked and squeaked against his phone as it scrolled through the internet, catching up on current events and learning all they could about their target. “So your rut is only going to get worse as the sun goes down."

“Shit really?" Aksel threaded his fingers through his hair, the thick digits picking up some of his sweat and using it to push his blond locks back, the musky armpit shrubs of hair matted from the heat. “Like, seriously, what the hell. How do people deal with this heat. All I want to do is fucking bust."

“The problem with that is the more you bust, the more your body thinks you're primed for breeding. Trust me when I say you want to hold off as much as you can at night or you'll rut yourself to death."

Aksel snorted, steam practically flying out of his nostrils as he stamped his hooves on the ground, the hard wood creaking.

“Pouting wont' help," Stolid did the equivalent of rolling his eyes, the thumb drawing a circle in the air. Aksel glanced over at his phone, strands of red latex flicked over his phone like the feelers of some goo like insect as that muscular thumb scrolled over his social media page.

“Did you always cover this much of my arm?" Aksel cocked a brow. Sure enough the red latex had covered up to his elbow, the buck's forearm looked several sizes larger than his other, gorged with muscle and power while the edge of his elbow had flicking tendrils of that latex goo as though they were worms feeling their way forward, but barred by some invisible field.

“A little more," Stolid shrugged their thumb. “Nothing serious though. I can't take control of you unless you let me. During our down time though I'm able to creep out, stretch my legs as it were. It's not the best feeling being folded up in this ring all the time ya know."

“No, I can't say I do know what that's like," Aksel huffed.

“Let me paint you a picture," Stolid continued scrolling while speaking in Aksel's mind. “You know how uncomfortable you are with your rut? Imagine feeling that way all the time, but that your dick was out of your reach at all times. Tied up and folded, hogtied and your dick kept in a void that you could never reach only getting worse with every passing moment."

“Geez," Aksel sighed. “Sorry dude."

“It's not so bad," Stolid continued scrolling, that onyx claw clicking against the phone's screen. “I've had far worse in my lifetime."

“Seriously?" Aksel cocked a brow. “That must have been hell."

“You don't know the half of it."

A strange itch ran up Aksel's arm as though Stolid's essence was shivering, but it wasn't in fear or disgust, it was almost…humorous? As though there was something so funny about what was just said. Just then Aksel felt his prostate clench, a thick stream of pre splattering the floor as he moaned. What he would give to just jack it, but he headed Stolid's warning. He wasn't about to become a mindless fuck puppet to his rut. No, that was for Terry.

“There! I think that ought to be good," Stolid remarked. Aksel glanced down at the phone. There was a new profile there for a Stix Smith.

“Who the hell is Stix?" Askel asked.

“You, you fucking dork," Stolid shuddered with that same humorous itch. “It's the alias we gave Ken. Can't be showing up as Aksel to your ex's party and throwing things off. So, how about we do a little thirst trap to really throw some feelers out."

“What you talking about?" Askel wasn't following. Good think Stolid didn't have balls that were melting his brain. The red latex goo flowed off his arm and gripped the game station controller and paused the show on a particularly bright scene, the glow almost painful from the TV.

“Here, let me take over for a second to take this picture," Stolid's essence reached deep into Aksel and the buck resisted.

“Shit, dude, what are you doing?"

_ “Just for a second so I can take a picture, I'm not going to control you in your own home permanently. Calm down. Let me work my magic."_

“Shit, fine," Aksel relaxed and his body started moving of its own accord. His phone switched to the front camera and he angled himself up so he got the image of his glistening chest, his fucking face a sweaty mess, but for some reason the grungy look worked very well for the buck. He winked at the screen as he felt his other hand grip the base of his dick, but his dick wasn't in the picture. The camera went off and the image of the buck froze there.

“That it?" Aksel gave a soft scoff as several little tentacles clicked and typed up shit rapidly on the social media site.

“Look closer hot shot," Stolid smirked, or his essence curled in a way that made it feel like he was. Aksel watched as the picture loaded, the status being set.

“October is a bitch, hashtag stag problems, hashtag rut…so a sweaty picture of myself showing off my rockin' bod, so what—hello!"

Aksel's eyes went wide as he realized the hidden thirst trap behind the thirst trap. On his chest, the shadow of his cock was clearly visible from the glow of the TV. The shape of that massive shaft, the knot at the base, the tapered tip that slung to the side and ended at one of his pierced nipples.

“There ya go," Stolid praised him. “And look who just liked it."

“Who," Aksel clicked onto the image and confirmed that Ken had liked the image. “When did you become friends with him?"

“Earlier today," Stolid's little latex fingers continued typing up posts and weaving this Stix persona together. Some rugged country boy with a mysterious past. The profile was new, and yet so much information was placed on it without any actual info. A deep dive would reveal it as sketchy, but Ken was eating up the photos. There were even pictures from earlier that day, the buck having taken a selfie on the bus, smiling at the camera with a hashtag transit life, and some comment about healing mother earth. His profile pic was him winking cockily into the camera. Upon closer inspection it was a cropped photo from another post. Something that read “Guess what I'm going to be this year, here's a hint" and it showed the edge of the black fur of their costume.

“You did all this in one afternoon?" Aksel shook his head. “Shit."

“You should get to know me kid. I'm amazing," Stolid continued to type away, continuing to weave this persona that Ken bought into. How did he already have over fifty friends? Those thirst traps really do work wonders on follower counts.

“I thought you were trapped in that cement for a long time. How do you know how to do all this?"

“Spreading information and building images is what I'm good at," Stolid responded. “The medium has changed, but it's still articles and headlines. Even better because you don't have to wait the next morning for people to buy the papers. They just take it for free."

“So, were you some spin-doctor or something?"

“You could say that," Stolid paused to think, the fingers of that goo gently swaying as though in thought before angrily tapping away at the screen. “But not everyone is as grateful as you are."

“You really hate this bitch for fucking your life over, huh?"

“She's the reason I was in that cement in the first place."

“What did you do to make her want to do that to you?"

Stolid paused before he continued.

“I gave her everything she wanted," Stolid wouldn't elaborate.

“Damn man, that sucks," Aksel sighed. “Sorry."

“Why are you sorry?" Stolid continued fabricating more of Stix's persona. “It wasn't your fault."

“Yeah, but being trapped like that couldn't have felt good, right?" Aksel shrugged. “That's what people say, right, that they're sorry some shit happened to you."

“I didn't apologize for Terry breaking your heart," Stolid said matter of fact. “Though, I understand what you mean. Though I didn't cause that pain, I can comprehend not having the words needed to comfort, so you simply go to a default apology."

“Shit, you're pretty fucking clinical with your stuff dude," Aksel chuckled. “Lighten up. I'm not gunna judge you because you were scorned by some bitch."

“I guess you would know all about that, now wouldn't you," Stolid remarked.

“I guess I would," Aksel huffed. “So yeah, speaking from personal experience, that fucking sucks dude. Sorry."

“Sorry for you too, I guess." Stolid fumbled through the interaction, but Aksel simply un-paused the TV and let the animation take them away.

“So, what do you think is next," Aksel scratched his chest with his free hand.

“Well, we got to read that book," Stolid shrugged. “Were you interested in it?"

“Not particularly," Aksel huffed. “It seems more like something to be catty over and I'm not about that petty shit."

“Really?" Stolid shuddered with a giddy humor in his bones.

“Yeah, really," Aksel rolled his eyes. “Not my thing."

“The story is about revenge on a man that betrayed him and took his lover, you don't find anything relatable to that at all."

“Shit, really?" Aksel cocked a brow. “It can't be that interesting, can it?"

“How about this," Stolid finished his media posting for the day and set the phone down. “I can read it to you like an audio book if you prefer."

“I mean, sure," Aksel agreed. “I can go get the book."

“No need," Stolid remarked and tendrils of the goo rolled off his arm and shot into his room, grabbed the book and shot back into his hand. The clawed fingers gingerly opening the book and that blade like thumb tenderly flipping open to the first chapter.

“Shit, do I even need to get off the couch for anything?" Aksel chuckled.

“If you really want to, you can," Stolid responded with a gentle nod_. “Though, not necessary if you want me to grab stuff for you. It's nice to finally be able to stretch my fibers. You need anything before we get started?"_

“A beer maybe?"

The tendrils shot off into the kitchen, the silicone snagging a cold one and shot back to put it into Aksel's hand, the cap being flicked off with a powerful tendril before receding back into that hand.

“Now, chapter one," Stolid started as Aksel nursed his beer.

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