The deafening staccato bark of the rifle breaks the peaceful silence of the forest as you pull the trigger, sending a furious bullet screaming down the barrel of the gun only to miss it’s mark by mere inches as it grazes the powerful buck’s muscular bicep. The buck bellows in anger as it scans the forest around it for the source of the searing pain in its arm.

“Shit!” you hiss as you fumble with the bolt and desperately work the mechanism to slam another cartridge into the rifle’s chamber.

Too late, you realize as the rifle is wrenched from your grip by the large hands of the buck. The antlered beast raises your rifle up to examine it closer, the firearm looks surprisingly small in his grip and with a huff of disinterest the buck tosses the gun away and turns his full attention to you. The buck’s cervine eyes regard you coolly and its long, deer-like ears fold back in anger.

The intensity of the forest’s king’s gaze forces you to avert your own eyes, eliciting a gasp from your lips as you see that the buck is in the midst of rut. You try to break away from the buck and create distance between the two of you but the brawny beast is far too fast.

With one tawny-furred hand he lashes out and wraps his blunt fingers around your throat, his grip tight enough hold you in place, but not forceful enough to choke the life out of you. Yet.

“Let me go!” you manage to spit as the buck lifts you off the ground and pins your back against the tree behind you.

The buck merely huffs in response as it slips it’s large fingers beneath the waistband of your jeans and boxers. With surprising strength the buck wrenches its bulging arm back and rips the fabric away from your body,