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Fall From Grace

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

22ndMay 2023

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Gracie Porter sat beneath the willow tree in the quad, her tubular ears swishing back and forth as they listened to the coming and going of her fellow students around her. At twenty years of age, Gracie was in her last years of college, during which time she had struggled from time to time. Being quiet, almost withdrawn, Gracie had not made any close confidants and friends, at best, she had acquaintances and associates.

Standing up on her cloven, polished hooves, Gracie smoothed down the polo pale polo shirt then her knee length skirt. Her grace and elegance wasn't lost on passers by, who glanced at the shy young Whitetail in passing. Gracie smiled nervously and nodded her head to faculty members and fellow students, as she clutched her folder tight to her chest and left the quad.

*

Gracie had spent months in deep physical practice, using her lithe, athletic form in gymnastics, ballet and even in other physically demanding athletic endeavours - until - ultimately, it paid off and she had been invited to join the prestigious cheer leader squad.

It had been everything Gracie had dreamed it'd be...

It had been everything Gracie had dreaded as well...

*

Angelica, head of the cheer leading squad, was a bitch - literally and figuratively - a pure blood German Shepherd of impeccable breeding and grace, she drove her squad to breaking point. A slight misstep or motion out of place, Angelica would come down like a storm - and almost as destructive.

Gracie had struggled, physically and mentally, under this Shepherd's tutelage - it was hard, very hard, to pick up the routine and the choreography. Some in the squad had broken down, in the locker room, where they thought they were alone - unaware that Gracie had been in the toilet, listening to their piteous sobbing and feeling despondent and enraged at the same time.

Of course, Angelica was the girlfriend of Bradley...

He was a human, all six feet nine of him, build like a Greek god and many of the female students - and a few bi-curious or openly gay males, dreamed about him.

He portrayed himself as a god amongst mortals, proud, noble, polite and respectful. He was venerated amongst the staff, held up as an example of what the students could achieve, if they set their hearts, minds and bodies to it...

It was all a lie, a brilliant one, well executed and the mask he wore was one of polite civility - but in truth, he was the antithesis of all he allegedly stood for.

Rumours, quiet, spoken in hushed tones and fearfully muttered, spread amongst some students, about his true side. He come from rich parents, whose wealth and influence had protected him all his life. Rumours, spoken in quiet whispers, stated he'd been arrested once for supplying drugs and even more despicable actions - but it was hushed up and swept away under the carpet by his families lawyers who had the case against him dismissed before it even proceeded to the courts.

He was an arrogant, often cruel and dark natured human. He was the college jock and team captain of the gridiron team.

Together, Angelica and Bradley helmed the student advisory council, which they ruled over like a King and Queen. It was like their own person fiefdom. They were adored, respected and venerated amongst the faculty as 'all that fellow students could be' - that said - the faculty never saw their true sides - fellow students did, but were almost powerless to stop these two...

Their word was like that of royalty to the students at the college, and none dared oppose them when it come time to elect new leadership. All in all, the faculty were oblivious to the despondency and disenchantment that had spread like a cancerous tumour amongst the students. They went about their lives and studies in seemingly peaceful co-existence, doing the best they could to be future ready leaders and contributing members of their mixed society.

*

Gracie clopped her way through the main entrance of the college late one night, the first light sprinkles of rain pattering down on her ears and head like the touches of cold fingers. Far above, the full moon shone with its radiance and cast its silvery glow over the quiet, abandoned quad. Gracie had been out wandering in the woods and had fallen asleep beside a babbling brook, losing all consciousness of time. Now, as the main bell tolled 11 pm, Gracie shivered involuntarily and quickened her steps.

"I'm so late," Gracie muttered to herself, as she skirted the main building and headed towards her dormitory. "I need a shower and then bed..."

Her ears twitched as she heard the booted footsteps of the night security guard, so she slipped into the shadows near her dormitory and watched him pace by - oblivious she was even there. For several anxious moments, Gracie waited, pressed against the wall of the building until she was absolutely certain he would be out of earshot.

Quietly, Gracie made her way inside, then retreated to her single room where she picked up her toiletries and fresh clothing. Carefully, she made her way to the locker room, her sensitive ears twitching too and fro, expecting to get challenged at any moment by the resident dorm mother. Thankfully, the bitter old raccoon must be engrossed in those romance novels she adored - as Gracie never saw nor heard a word as she walked down the hallway to the locker room and showers.

Inside, Gracie set her bag down, before her right ear twitched and she frowned. Listening intently, Gracie heard the soft, whimpers that even her acute hearing struggled with.

"Hello?" Gracie whispered, feeling fearful and nervous. "Are you okay?"

Thoughts of shower were set aside, her natural predisposition to help someone in need coming forward, Gracie crept as quietly as she could through the locker room, her ears twitching too and fro, nostrils flaring.

Abruptly, the whimpers ceased as Gracie stopped outside a closed toilet stall door, then shivered. Her nostrils inhaled a scent - one she knew well - and her curiosity turned her blood cold, as she sniffed again to confirm what her sense of smell had already told her.

"I know you're in there - are you okay? Do I need to call..." Gracie asked, placing a paw against the door, her hooflets clicking lightly.

"Go away - " Come a tearful voice from the other side of the cubicle door.

Gracie frowned. This was her greatest rival and someone she almost, but not quite, hated - yet the scent from her and the tearful sobbing, drove any thoughts of just walking away clear out of Gracie's mind. Here was someone hurting - terribly - not only emotionally, but as Gracie leaned forwards and scented the air again, her eyes went wide.

Pushing the door, she felt resistance against it, before Gracie sighed and braced herself, kicking the door with a cloven hoof as hard as she could. It slapped back against the cubicle wall with a loud bang, startling the cowering Angelica who pulled her knees tighter against her chest.

"Go away!" Angelica wailed piteously - her pretentious, arrogant nature swept away in her broken, humiliated despondency and grief.

Gracie's nostrils flared as she smelt scents she didn't want... Angelica's tears, the scent of her blood and...

With a gasp, Gracie backed away, then squealed as her back collided with the stall opposite, her eyes going wide in sickened horror, her ears flat.

"It's not what it - " Angelica sniffled, then used her forearm to wipe at her nose. "I deserved it..."

Gracie's hooflets curled over, digging into her palms, as she felt her rage build within her, before she stomped over and placed her paws on Angelica's shoulders, then pulled the sobbing, scared Shepherd into a tight hug. At first, Angelica tried to resist, but Gracie didn't let her go, if anything, held her tighter and shivered.

"No... you didn't, tell me - who did this to you? Tell me..."

Angelica bit her tongue, shaking violently as she cried helplessly, Gracie leaning her upper body back and staring into Angelica's eyes.

"Tell me who hurt you..." Gracie whispered, her eyes locked on Angelica's.

*

Angelica's will shattered like crystal as she told Gracie what had happened - how she'd been at a party with her now ex-_boyfriend_and last she recalled, she was given an alcoholic drink...

Gracie listened, growing increasingly sickened and horrified as Angelica's voice broke into terrified, anguished sobs and Gracie held her, giving what strength and comfort she could...her rage and horror threatening to overwhelm her young, Cervid body.

*

Gracie called the Dormitory Mother, who in turn summoned the police who took Angelica to hospital. It caused drama and consternation amongst both the students and faculty, and the rumour mill was quickly in full flood...

Feeling sick to her stomach, Gracie kept her inner rage and true feelings masked, as she stalked out of the campus grounds and headed off site to where Angelica had told her that Bradley and his friends usually hung out...

*

"Oh...hey..." Giggled the drunk stag who answered the door. "Come in, come in... party is just getting started..."

Gracie kept her facade up, as she graciously accepted the invitation. His scent caught her attention, but he wasn't the one Gracie wanted above all overs - sure - he'd played his part... Gracie had no doubt in it, but her rage was directed solely at one person...

"Who the hell are you?" Bradley growled, as he stood up and drunkenly wavered from side to side.

Turning on all her social graces and charm, Gracie smile shyly and furtively stroked Bradley's cheek with a paw.

"I'm just a doe looking for a _real_man..." Gracie smiled shyly.

Bradley grinned at her, then placed a hand on Gracie's left breast, giving it a firm squeeze through the polo shirt. "Is that right?"

Gracie smiled, then crept up onto her hoof tips, then licked his forehead. "It is - what does a doe like me need to blow to get a drink around here?"

With a grin, Bradley smirked and walked out to the kitchen, returning quickly with something in ice. It clinked against the side of the bowl as he handed it to her.

"Oh, nice!" Gracie accepted the drink, then held the bowl between her paws and lifted it, inhaling the scent - her nostrils flaring as she smelt the strong liquor and that _other_scent...

Taking a drink from the bowl, Gracie sat down on the couch and set it aside, using her Cervid charms and talent to ingratiate herself into Bradley's confidence. Every so often, she'd take a drink of the alcohol, feeling its effects on her young body, and the powerful drug he'd concealed inside it.

*

For two hours, Gracie played on Bradley's advances, giving shy licks and nuzzles, as she began to grow increasingly sleepy and seeming to succumb to the rohipnol's effects.

"Woah..." Gracie gurgled, setting the second bowl aside. "I'm getting...light headed - I got to get back to the dorm and...can you walk me back, please? It's late and..."

Gracie smirked at him, then leaned in close, whispering in his ear.

"I'd rather not take things into my own paws - I'd much prefer a nice, strong man like you... I imagine you'd make me bleat _real_good - if we were alone and in private..."

Bradley grinned lecherously at her, as Gracie graciously accepted his hand as he helped her up.

"Oh, I'm sure you'd bleat _real_good..."

Gracie linked her arm through Bradley, who grinned at his friends as the human and deer left the apartment together...

*

Mid-way back to the college, Bradley turned to Gracie, then led her to his personal apartment, where he unlocked the door and walked her inside, closing it behind him. Gracie lurched over onto the couch, then sprawled and wiggled her hips suggestively and leaned her head back.

"I shouldn't..." Gracie murmured, her eyes closing behind her lids. "Drink so much, I feel so...tired..."

"Mayhaps we'll just skip to the interesting part then - I've never made love with an Anthro doe before..."

Gracie twisted her head to the side, one eye peering up at him from half shut lids. "Oh, we're something alright..."

Her eyes fluttered closed again, then she reopened them before she drunkenly fell off the couch and wrapped her paws around his neck.

"You're...in for a treat... So... don't keep a doe waiting - I want to be..."

Her eyes slammed down like vault doors and Bradley grinned, feeling her body go limp in his arms.

*

Gracie woke to the sensation of him lying on top of her, his not unimpressive length filling her vagina and deep into her cervix as he grunted and pleasured himself with her.

"Did...I nod off..." Gracie slurred, then forced her eyelids open as she shuddered and squirmed beneath him.

"Just enjoy..." Bradley began, then he gasped as Gracie gripped him tight and rolled them both over, so she was now straddling his hips, her knees pressed down into the mattress. "Oh, dominant doe? I like that..."

Gracie grinned drunkenly down at him, her ears half flat as she began to rock against him. Her tail flagging with each eager movement downwards - taking his full length inside herself again and again, as he looked up and shuddered - his eyes wide and expression surprised.

"MMM..." Gracie gurgled, arching her hips back and her spine crackling from tail base to neck. "I never...imagined..."

"Bleat for me little doe..." Bradley grinned then gasped as he felt the incredible tightening of Gracie's vaginal walls. "Oh gods, are you..."

His hips arched off the bed, as Gracie giggled and did things with him, that no-one had ever done before. He gritted his teeth and moaned helplessly, as Gracie brought him closer and closer to the edge of orgasmic release inside her. As he moaned and tried to push up against her, he suddenly gasped as he felt her vaginal warmth intensify a hundred-fold.

"Fuck... I'm going too - " Bradley gurgled, as he squeezed his eyes closed, then suddenly they slammed open, as he felt ice-cold cloven hooves press hard down on his chest.

"No...you're not..." Gracie suddenly growled, glaring down at him, eyes as black as coal.

Her dewlaps curled back, exposing sharp, predatory canines, her body having transformed from the small, shy anthropomorphic doe she had been into her _true_self - a Therian Whitetail doe.

"You'll never hurt anyone again..."

Gracie growled, her head twisting to the side as she snapped her head down, her jaws dripping saliva as she bit down into his soft, vulnerable throat. Instantly, blood burst from the bite, as Gracie bit down harder and harder, her fangs severing his jugular. Her lips formed a tight seal against the wound as she shuddered in pleasure at the taste and sensation.

His fists beat mercilessly against her shoulders as he began to struggle and thrash beneath her. His eyes were wide, his blood filling with adrenaline that flooded his body - and his heart beat with a terrifying cadence. He tried to scream, but only a weak, choking gurgle come from his throat.

Gracie achieved what he could not - would- not - she bit down even harder, her fangs scraped his vertebrae in his neck. Her muffled gurgles as she reached orgasm reached his ears, her body trembling with pleasure as her loins grew increasingly wet and slick.

For time immeasurable, Gracie held her tight hold, feeling his heart finally give out and he convulsed helplessly beneath her, before he went limp. With a sigh, Gracie bit as hard as she could, then snapped her head to the side, her powerful jaws separating vertebrae like she'd crack open an egg - with an equally disturbing yet satisfying crunch.

At last, Gracie extracted her jaws from his throat, licking the last of the blood off him, and her lips, before she glared down at him.

"You'll never hurt another person! What you done was inexcusable and unforgivable... Only now, will you understand your selfish, insensitive ways! No, fear not human - nobody will find you... I promise you that..."

END