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Things had changed, both within the forest and those who inhabited it. Bambi had grown into an adult buck, able to stand tall on his hooves. He was not the only one either; from where he stood, Bambi was overlooking the challenge issued towards his father. Though much older, the Great Price of the Forest was still in his prime and accepted the challenge for the title. The one who issued it was none other than Ronno. He too had grown into a full grown stag but though his body had matured, a lot of his youthful arrogance had remained, likely thanks to him now having the size to back it up. Ronno wasn't as big as Prince, being just bigger than Bambi, something he hadn't neglected to point out when crossing paths with his childhood rival.

"Are you ready?" The Prince asked. His voice was steady and his gaze matched with no signs of aggression or fear. Though he was still in fighting form, that wouldn't be the case for too much longer. He had been waiting for when the young bucks would come of age. Ronno certainly wasn't the first and he was clearly still holding his title, not making it an easy thing to claim from him.

The other stag responded in a cocky manner but his eyes were focused. He glanced at Bambi and smirked, as if his victory was assured. Bambi just rolled his eyes. As the Prince's son, he was aware of his own chance to take the title for himself, but he wasn't a fan of fighting, doing so when he needed to. And the life he already lived was suitable enough. All the same, he did spectate in hopes to see Ronno have his ego knocked down a peg.

Making the first move, Ronno charged at his opponent while the other stood in place, lowering his head to meet him. They met with a crash, both grunting as they began to clash, locking horns and pushing against each other. To Bambi's surprise, Ronno not only stood firm but was putting up a good fight, already doing better than most.

Now Bambi watched with interest. The two broke away and came rushing at each other again. He saw his dad countering Ronno's strikes, showing his experience. It was impressive but the younger buck did manage to get a strike in when they broke away, seeing his chance to get an extra hit in, nailing a hit at the Prince's side. A groan was heard but the older cervine didn't falter.

The Prince was the one on the offensive this time, now encouraged to fight harder against Ronno, having a legitimate chance of beating him. Bambi realized this too, now watching intently, his gaze going back and forth between the two stags. They were both fighting harder now. Less often they clashed horns, going for direct strikes and pummels with their hooves. Ronno was hit a good number of times but was now coming back harder.

To the Prince's surprise, Ronno was striking with more power. Being the first to make a move, he kept charging at his opponent, forcing the other to meet his clashes. It was easy enough at first but his horns were taking a beating, being used more for defense than offense at this point. He wasn't given a chance to properly counter, even being pushed back a bit by the incoming rams. A groan even came. Something happened, he wasn't sure at first but it was certain that something wasn't quite right. He found an opening and took the chance to attack with his own horns. They knocked against Ronno's but not with the power they should have. Gasping aloud, the Prince realized that his antlers had been weakened. Ronno noticed it as well, seeing visible cracks and chipping and both of the Prince's antlers. He snickered at the sight and dragged his hoof across the dirt, announcing his next move. In response, the elder buck snorted, showing that he wasn't going to surrender.

They now used enough force to push each other around, chasing after each other; going back and forth was leading them away from the open clearing and closer to the treeline; it was only noticed when Ronno was pushed against a thick tree trunk, the grass was still wet from the yesterday's rain, making their hooves slide a bit as they continued fighting.

Ronno knew that he was in a tough spot and he was starting to tire. But he couldn't back down, that chuckle irked him and knowing that Bambi was watching... His pride wouldn't allow him to falter so easily. Thinking quickly, Ronno looked around for something that he could use. He then noticed that just beyond the line of trees was the downward slope of a hill, being incredibly muddy. That could be used if he could just get the Prince over there... With all the strength he had, Ronno bellowed and pushed. The Prince, caught off guard, wasn't able to prepare in time. His own hooves slid over wet grass and soft moss. Just as he got his own footing, his backlegs had slipped even more on mud.

Just as planned, Ronno was just short of pushing the Prince down the muddy hill. Following through, he made another great heave, unlocking his horns with the other bucks. The Prince gasped and began to slide down the hill, somewhere along the way, he was then tumbling.

Bambi had gotten up from his seated position and ran up alongside Ronno, the both of them watching the Prince descending down. Calling after his dad, Bambi ran after him, taking the route that led safely around. Ronno smirked and followed after, jumping and sliding down the hill with control, keeping his hooves steady and even avoiding bushes that the Prince had clearly crashed into.

Reaching the hill's bottom, Ronno found the Prince standing but not because he was ready for more, but rather he was being suspended by his antlers, them being caught in the low hanging branches of two trees that grew close together. He was still struggling when the younger stag approached, laughing at the sight. He then wasted no time getting some cheap shots in, striking hard with his hooves, them being marked with a layer of mud. Seeing no need to rush, Ronno pummeled hard, listening to the Prince wince in pain, scowling at him in reaction to the dishonorable tactic.

"You..!" the prince growled. He tugged hard to free his antlers but heard a snap followed by a sudden flash of pain. Something fell and the two stags looked down to see one of the ends of his rack, snapped off and now sinking into the soft mud they stood in.

"Well, well, well. Would you look at that? Guess that means I win," Ronno declared with a smug look on his face. "From the looks of it, any more pulling is gonna break your antlers right off. Either way, you've already lost."

The Prince attempted to show Ronno that he was wrong but testing with another firm tug seemed to break off another piece. Quickly he stopped and began to weigh his options. The logical thing to do was to concede defeat but he just couldn't do that, he felt insulted by the cheap hits, evident by the muddy hoof prints that clung to his pelt. WIth the little room he had, he swung his own hoof but Ronno simply stepped back, being just out of his range now, his smug look remaining. The Prince sighed and looked down. It was then that he noticed Bambi looking on from a distance, and from his expression, his son had likely seen him being humiliated and his feeble attempt at striking back.

"I'll tell you what. I'll help you get out of there if you admit you've lost," Ronno offered. There was no response given but he just smirked. "Fine. How about this instead..." He lifted a hoof from the mud, raising it up to the Prince's muzzle. "Lick the mud from my hooves."

"I won't!" the elder cervine protested.

"I wasn't asking you..." Ronno shoved his hoof into the Prince's face, smearing the mud over his lips. "Lick them clean... It's not like you can defend yourself right now." Getting the veiled threat, the Prince had no choice but to swallow his Pride. Closing his eyes and sticking out his tongue, he grimaced from the taste but continued all the same, dragging his tongue along the dirty hoof, making it clean via slow licks. When the first was clean, the other was lifted. It became clear that this was a useless effort. Touching his hoof to the ground got it muddy all over again, he realized that this was Ronno's aim, now in a cycle of cleaning up on hoof, only to do the same to the other, then back to the first then the second again.

The younger stag looked on with satisfaction. The Prince's face was smeared with mud now, but he was still licking. It started slow but at this point, he felt the tongue vigorously lapping over the hard undersides, a desperate attempt to get it over with as fast as possible, but it wouldn't be done until he was satisfied.

"Ronno, stop!" Unable to watch anymore, Bambi approached the other two. Up close it was even worse than he thought. His dad met his gaze with a look of shame, his muzzle smeared and even dripping with mud.

"Hmm, fine..." Ronno agreed, looking rather bored. "I guess I should hold up my end of the deal." He walked around the two trees, approaching the Prince's hindquarters. Without giving a warning, he pushed from behind. At the very least, it did well to free the elder deer but in the process, the Prince's antlers came clean off. He was free but his rack was left behind, still stuck in the branches.

Either he was unaware of this or was just too filled with fury to care, rushing at Ronno the moment he could. Bambi tried to warn his father but Ronno was already acting; all he had to do was present his own antlers, swinging them and dealing damage, wounding the bigger buck. It wasn't deep but the two slashes in his side were enough to make him think twice. He stepped back, groaning in pain.

"Now I've really beaten you. We can keep fighting but it'll be even worse for you without antlers." The Prince met Ronno's gaze but said nothing, seeming to agree with the younger stag's sentiment. At the very least he had to admire Ronno's use of the environment to beat him. And with his antlers broken off, he was in no position to fight against him or anyone else for that matter.

"I..." the Prince said nothing more, just hanging his head low. Bambi still looked as if he wanted to say or do something but the state of his father and a challenging glare from Ronno left him thinking twice before backing off, reluctantly letting the other stag have this.

And Ronno did bask in the victory, not only from being a more experienced opponent but the very prince of the forest no less, making the title now his. Though he now had everything one would want, the young stag still sought out more. His eyes were back on the former Prince, who stood up, groaning as he shook off the leaves and dust that caught on his pelt from the fall. There was a dull ache from the loss of his antlers but he knew they would grow back in time...

His thoughts were interrupted by Ronno approaching him with a certain look in his eyes.

"What do you want now, Ronno?" Bambi asked, taking up for his father.

"I want to make it clear that I'm top now," Ronno proclaimed, his words having more than one meaning. "So I'm going to mount him!"

"You! You can't!" Bambi stammered. Sure, at his age he was well aware of mating and the fights over claim to breeding a doe. But this was just another fight, where one lost and the other won... "He's a buck!"

"The way I see it, he's nothing more than a doe now."

Nearly choking on his own shock, Bambi looked at his father, expecting him to protest again but they didn't come. He seemed to be lost in thought, likely realizing that his reign had come to an end, having been brought to his knees in such a humiliating fashion, in front of his own son no less. Ronno snorted and came in to chase Bambi away, pointing his antlers at him now. His rival didn't meet the challenge, instead scrambling back further. Being still close by to watch, just what Ronno wanted.

Bambi's ears folded. Though clearly not happy with this, he didn't act nor say any more. He didn't move either, watching as Ronno was approaching his father from behind, looking at him directly with that smug grin, heaving himself up and on top of his father.

"You should consider yourself lucky, Bambi." Ronno chuckled, looking the other young buck up and down. "This could have been you after all."

Finding the nerve to say something in response, Bambi then caught sight of something that made him pause. Against the dark browns and greens of the forest, the shade of pink was easy to take notice of. He felt his heart pounding the moment the realization struck, that this was really happening.

Ronno came in closer, putting more of his weight down and gripping Prince's body, easing over until his belly was resting comfortably on the older cervine's back. From his perspective, Bambi could see the full length of his rival's cock. And to his surprise, it was much bigger than the average for their kind, being long and thick, already dripping with precum. The sight alone was enough to get his own to peak from its sheath, much to his embarrassment. The victor was already rubbing his shaft against the Prince's hole, already voicing his pleasure as he rubbed the pre over the exposed rim, preparing it for entry.

Faster than expected, the hefty length was pushed inside of the Prince. The both of them shared a moan, the Prince was unable to stop his own maleness from coming into view. Just as he spied Ronno's, he caught a glimpse of his father's cock and was again surprised to see that it was...small. Even compared to his own average size, Ronno's cock massively outdid the older stag's.

The entire time, the Prince hadn't bothered to move, being overcome with immense shame. Rather, he just stood there and let Ronno have his way with him. Even if he wanted to, there was no chance of him fighting the younger male off. And he couldn't bring himself to ask for Bambi's aid. He averted his gaze from his son just as he groaned from Ronno's cock being fully inside of him now, forcing his hole to take it. The girth pressed firmly to his walls but touches areas he was previously unaware of. He could feel its warmth and pulsing inside of him, wetting his tailhole with more precum. Keeping himself in deep, Ronno purposely ground his hips to get a good feeling of what he was working with, being firmly squeezed by walls that clearly weren't often penetrated if at all.

"Enjoying it already?" Ronno taunted. He pulled back and shoved back to where it was before, giving a single quick hump. The older male shook and gasped, again feeling the full penetration. Despite the thick meat plugging his passage, he hadn't adjusted to it quite yet. Just a single round of it going in and out was enough to send a myriad of sensations through him, enough to make his hole involuntarily clench, getting a pleased sigh out the mounting buck.

"Damn, your hole's really tight. Bet it's never been used like this, huh? Now you get to feel what a real buck can do. You're lucky I'm taking things slowly," Ronno grunted.

"Y-yes, thank you for that..." Prince said, his voice not carrying the same firmness as before.

"Now let's get to breaking down the new doe already!" First giving another glance and wink at Bambi, Ronno made sure his cock could be seen slowly easing out, sliding back inside at the same pace. He remained true to his word to start out easy but found his own enjoyment in getting the full sensation of those now lubed borders caressing his entering cock, giving him a heavy dose of pleasure. Grunting in time with his hips rocking, Ronno's eyes darted back and forth between the elder stag and his son. Seeing Bambi's erection brought him further satisfaction, he had been aware of how he outsized the Prince's son. It would have been simple to just show it off, but he wanted to make its reveal extra grandiose, being lucky enough to win through unexpected but still valid means.

It wasn't long before he went back on that word though. Gripping tighter, the younger buck bit his lip and tilted his head upon suddenly picking up the pace, it went from steadily gliding in and out to roughly pounding with enough force to rock Prince's body, forcing louder grunts and now moans out of him, echoing out along the empty hillside.

"T-that's enough, Ronno." Bambi said, trying to sound firm himself. "You've made your point."

"You're in no position to tell me what to do... Ooaah..." his facial expressions were extra exaggerated to show how much he was enjoying this. With every thrust, his cock was enveloped in a silky hold. His churning balls smacked hard against Prince's backside, making a satisfying sound upon contact. "Not anymore... Just in time too, I was starting to get pent up. I might as well go all the way..."

Bambi continued to watch the hard rutting playing out in front of him. With shaking legs and his chest heaving, the Prince was clearly being put through his paces, having a fat cock pounding hard into his ass, rubbing roughly against his walls. He was thankful for the pre that protected his hole from truly being ruined. His own much smaller cock was twitching hard and dribbling pre onto the grass underneath him, being milked from the repeated strikes to his prostate.

At this point, Bambi simply couldn't ignore the throbbing of his own cock, having leaked pre down his shaft and balls. He groaned and shifted uncomfortably from how erect it was. Knowing that it wasn't going down anytime soon, Bambi shamefully began to rub his leg against his cock, groaning softly as he masturbated to his dad being utterly dominated. Ronno of course saw this but saw no need to taunt, the shame and blush on Bambi's face said it all. He had both father and son right where he wanted and there was nothing that either of them could do now.

He supposed it was time to stop holding back. It was amusing to see and hear the Prince clearly struggling to take his cock, being woefully unaware that there was much more in store. With no ounce of care for his partner's comfort, Ronno rocked his hips hard, using some of his actual strength. His cock was pushed in even deeper. It was assumed that the entire thing was already inside but it became vey clear that it wasn't the case. The Prince's eyes went wide, crying out in response. The added strength not only further pressed down on his walls, but he felt his ass being truly stretched out.

Ronno grunted while pushing his cock far inside, making it clear that things would only get rougher from here. In truth he only had about half his cock in the entire time, enjoying every second of forcing the rest past. The tapered shape of his shaft meant that it was gradually getting even thicker the further along it went. The Prince was gasping and shaking; for a moment he wondered if this was a trick, that some sort of smooth branch was forcing its way inside of him. It was filling out his insides, pushing the snug flesh aside. At a certain point, he wondered if it would touch his stomach... Would he be able to walk properly after this..?

His panicked thoughts were interrupted by the immense size being pulled out, doing so slowly just like before, grinding roughly against his sensitive lining. Then came a thrust, then another and another... Ronno wasn't being gentle at all, quickly and brutally slamming his huge dick in via wild and untamed thrusts, breeding him like a true animal. The feeling of his ass being used like this was degrading enough, but the sounds he made. Even louder than before, doe-like moans were forced out of the Prince, unable to be held back no matter how hard he tried.

His body was rocked hard, enough to make his short cock bounce and smack against his belly, making his own fur messy even messier with yet another substance being smeared. Of course, the former Prince tried desperately to cling to his pride, it being all to clear that he was failing.

Bambi was filled with just as much shame, unable to stop hnimself. His own moans were gettiing louder as well. Bumping his leg against his cock, he felt the pleasure rising. It was just so exciting; the stag he looked up to his enitre life was being dominated - no used. Ronno was fucking with full force and every inch, not only for the sake of pleasure but to make it clear who was on top now. With each strong ram, the Prince shook and buckled while Ronno seemed to be gathering strength, putting more weight down.

More and more, with each powerful hump, Ronno was breaking the bigger stag down. Between the shaking of his legs and the depletion of his strength. The Prince's resisting was pitiful, doing nothing to keep him from being ridden into the ground, eventually coming down and falling in the mud completely, with Ronno still on top, still fucking him without let up. The pleasure made him squirm, messing up his pelt completely. He couldn't take much more, his body was pulsing. It felt as if his insides had already been rearranged, even worse was the feeling. The rising sensation, the Prince tried to fight it off but more hard pounds to his prostate forced it out of him. Bellowing, he came harder than he ever had before, shame flaring hot within him as he felt his cock shooting ropes into the mud, his cock smeared in the sticky mud, made dirty as well...

Ronno felt the hard clenches down on his dick and knew that he made the Prince blow his load, forcing it out of him. That brought an added boost to his ego. And the pleasure that came from the strong squeezes... He was getting close as well. The Prince continued wailing, the hard huts not ceasing. It was much for him to take, being overwhelmed by sensations.

"Be a good doe and hold still!" A deep snort and tremble came from Ronno, holding tight and putting down his full weight, pushing Prince deeper into the mud, his moans muffled by the muck. His cock pulsed and finally began to shoot hot seed, splattering ropes of cum along the walls of flesh, starting from deep inside. It was quickly pooling, more and more spurts being unloaded. Ronno certainly wasn't lying when he mentioned being pent up. He could feel his passage being flooded with stag spunk, trickling out of his gaped rim, even with Ronno's cock plugging it up for the most part.

Just as Ronno finished, a groan from Bambi got their attention, him crying out as he came as well, painting his own pelt with strings of his climax. He didn't shoot nearly as much as Ronno, panting hard as his cock idly twitched. His head cleared and the shame came rolling over him, realizing that he got off to his dad being ruined. From the state of his ass, to the mud that soiled his pelt, the Prince was now disgraced. Dethroned.

"Mmm..." Ronno groaned, lifting up and pulling cock from the now well used and sloppy hole, feeling another rush of satisfaction from the sight of his load oozing out. Remaining in view, the new prince's semi-hard cock bobbed as he tread around the older stag, who was still panting hard. "You're not finished quite yet." He moved his leg to the side, allowing his cock to flop onto the former Prince's face. "A good doe cleans up their mess."

Without resistance or protest, Prince took the shaft into his mouth, getting a full taste of the seed that heavily coated the length. Knowing that he was utterly broken, there was nothing said while lapping along the cock, allowing the thick substance to coat in his mouth's interior, being enough to overpower the flavor of mud. Ronno further enjoyed the soft tongue that cleaned up the seed, being added sensations on top of the lingering pleasures from his orgasm.

"Make sure you get it all licked up," Ronno reminded, moving his hips to push the semi-hard length far into the elder stag's mouth, forcing him to gag on it. Trying hard, the defeated deer continued to suck off the strong tasting cum, swallowing it down upon having no other place for the substance to go. It only added to his shame, him being unable to even look in his son's direction, knowing that he was watching all of this as well.

When he was satisfied, Ronno pulled his cock free from the Prince's lips, messy with both mud and cum. He kept his cock pointed at the lying cervine. "Here's a little something. To make it clear who's on top." A sigh came from him, his cock twitching and letting loose a streak of urine, marking the loser. He was the one in charge now, the Alpha Stag, the new Prince Ronno. He made sure to aim and soak the other deer's pelt, using every drop he had until his bladder was empty, finally letting his cock slink its sheath.

"There." Ronno chuckled, looking back and forth between the father and son. "That marks the end of your reign." Holding his head high, the new prince walked away, leaving the former and his son to wallow in their shame and the filth of the mud. Bambi didn't know what to say and his father wouldn't look at him. A part of him wanted to challenge Ronno but when considering what could happen if he lost... Maybe they could learn to live with the shame...