Chapter 2 - Take Your Shot

The sound of birds and the distant growl of a motor dragged Crystal from her dreams, the shark blinking blearily as she took a few moments to figure out where she was and what was going on because she definitely wasn’t in her home. It was the smell that snapped things into place, the faintly musty smell of a building that was only used part of every year, and the thickly acrid reek of cum. Together, the two smells brought her back to reality, memories filling in as her train of thought sluggishly chugged into motion. 

She was at Tyler's cabin, her childhood friend and accidental bullying victim. They'd reunited and worked past their old hurts - and then Crystal had spent the night watching him furiously jerk the fattest cock she'd ever seen. Her thighs were still damp as she pushed off the blankets and rolled over, apparently, the elk had even managed to slip into her dreams, the smell no doubt working through her mind the whole night. Yawning hugely, she knuckled sleep from her eyes as she slowly sat up, glancing over to see if Tyler was still asleep.

Most of him was, but his morning wood towered up, a stiff and solid pillar that drew the blanket down his chest until it was just barely covering him anymore. The tip of the tent was dark, soaked, and stained with a steady stream of dribbling pre. She could smell him from across the room, whatever he'd done to clean up last night hadn't been enough, the smell of sweat and musk and old cum mingled together, drifting across the room to pluck at her nose. Delicate chemical receptors picked every note of lust and seed out of the air and feed it straight to Crystal's brain.

Slowly, she rolled out of bed, unable to tear her eyes away from that titanic slab of meat. It throbbed gently in time with his heartbeat, a hypnotic motion that called to her like a siren. Taking a tentative step, Crystal licked her lips nervously. Spying on him last night had plenty bad enough, but doing it while he was asleep was even worse, it was creepy and a violation. But certain calls of nature that couldn't be avoided in the morning, and her path to the bathroom would take her right past the couch, within mere feet of that commanding pillar. Hesitantly, biting her lip with guilt and lust, Crystal edged closer and closer as her nostrils flared, drinking in the smell that a morning breeze through the windows couldn't completely dispel. Up close, Tyler was even more impressive, seemingly as thick as her calf and long enough to make her ache from just imagining taking him. He'd get so deep…

Swallowing, glancing around as if expecting someone to pop out and confront her, Crystal reached out a hand and twitched the blanket aside, letting the stained thing fall away to reveal the elk in all his glory. Thick veins crusted his length, twisting paths that lead up from his base toward his head, snug in a shroud of foreskin. Pre glistened in the little cup made by the wrinkled skin, spilling out and flowing down along his shaft, channeled and directed by the thick veins that gently pulsed as the elk's heart thundered blood up into the monstrous erection. He was so hot, warm, she could feel the heat of it from several inches away, her hand warmed by the humidity that baked off from him. He was, bar none, the biggest she'd ever seen, and the sight and smell made her mouth water. 

Closing her eyes, Crystal took a deep breath - a mistake. Instead of calming herself down, she just got a thick lungful of musk, pheromones, and hormones, all of it filling her head as the smell raked across her nostrils. She shuddered, knees bowing inward for a moment, and she gasped softly, swaying slightly. She had to reach out a hand for support - and it was an absolute accident that she grabbed at Tyler to steady herself. It was only a brief touch, her fingers trailing across warm, sticky skin, surprisingly soft around his cock's iron hard core. She jerked her hand away at once, ashamed of herself, but the brief contact seemed to burn her fingers and leave them tingling, the very tips glistening slightly from pre and sweat. 

Turning, Crystal hurried away before Tyler could wake up, not even bothering to cover him back up. He was still sleeping soundly when she came out of the bathroom, eyes shut and breathing regular as his chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm. He wasn't a bodybuilder, but Crystal could see muscles shifting and gliding beneath his coat, strong and powerful, and there was a certain pleasure in just letting her eyes trail across his chest. She felt herself smiling, a goofy little expression smearing itself across her snout as she just watched him. It was probably creepy as shit, but…

Crystal had always liked Tyler, even when they were teenagers together. Her bullying had been the awkward, unwanted flirting that was as close as a slightly troubled teenager could manage to open, genuine affection. She didn't blame Tyler for not liking her much back then, but now? They seemed to click, like they had back in the day, but without the tension and unnoticed rancor. And that attraction definitely went both ways, after all, she'd driven him to his show last night just by her proximity. So why stop at just a show? They had the whole weekend together, and didn't the elk deserve a proper apology for those years of bullying? 

Crystal reached for some clean, fresh clothes and paused, grinning slowly. She'd slept in just a t-shirt and panties because sleeping in jeans was unthinkable. But rather than fully dress, she stripped off her bra and threw a fresh, clean shirt on before heading to the stairs with her legs bare, her paws soft on the wood as she headed down to the garage, shivering slightly as the cold concrete floor sapped the warmth from her. Mincing her way across the space, she pulled open the fridge and started grabbing materials for breakfast. Tyler was still asleep, and making him breakfast was the least she could do in exchange for the show he'd put on the night before. And it was a good chance to gauge his interest. 

There was a small gas camp stove, and an apron hanging nearby. It was stained and singed, but she put it on and fought down a grin. It neatly covered her from the front, but from the back it was just the thin fabric of her panties hiding her from sight. Turning on the propane she lit the stove, setting pans on both burners, letting them warm as she started chopping vegetables. Before long sausage links were sizzling happily in one pan, the other full of egg, peppers, and cheese. It wasn't the best omelet in the world, but the smell of it filled the space, mingling with the wonderful smell of coffee that drifted from the battered pot she'd found on a shelf.

"I didn't take you for the domestic type," Tyler grunted, hooves clattering on the wood stairs as he slumped his way down from the loft, face lined and tired. Despite that, he was fully dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved flannel shirt to ward off the morning chill. She wondered just how late he'd been up the night before - and if he'd needed another session before falling asleep.

"I learned how to cook back in high school," she said, carefully dragging a spatula through the eggs, nodding in satisfaction as it already began to curd and solidify. "Dad wasn't around a ton, what with the shop, so I had to make myself food most of the time. Got pretty good at it, and I've always kind of enjoyed it."

"Well it smells plenty good," he grunted, shuffling over to a small table and dropping into a folding chair. He was still half asleep and hadn't yet seemed to notice how she was dressed.

"I didn't know how you liked your eggs, scrambled, sunnyside, fertilized, over-easy, so I took the safe route."

Tyler blinked, nostrils flaring for a moment as he looked at her. "What was that middle one?"

"What?" Crystal echoed innocently. "Sunnyside? Like sunny side up?"

He stared at her for a moment, and she hoped certain images were dancing through his sleepy head. Perhaps of that giant, elk cock fertilizing a few of her eggs. He certainly seemed distracted for a moment before shaking his head.

"Right, yeah, sorry," he said. "Just.. kinda tired, I guess. Had some trouble sleeping."

"It wasn't the couch, was it? It looked pretty broken-in, I was kind of worried you'd hurt your back sleeping on that thing."

With a grunt the big elk shifted in his chair, leaning back as the cheap metal groaned slightly under his weight. "Just how old and decrepit do you think I am?" He asked, a look of hurt on his face even if his voice was amused.

Remembering his virile, leaking length, Crystal couldn't help but grin. He definitely wasn't decrepit.

"You don't want me to answer that, grandpa," she laughed. Stepping away from the stove, she snagged a mug and filled it with coffee, letting her tail sway a little extra as she walked. He certainly noticed her lack of pants now, there was a strangled sound from behind her, and when she turned back the elk's face had a gentle red tint to it, his breath coming hard through his nostrils as he stared woodenly at the table.

"Maybe this will help," she smiled, setting the mug down in front of him, fragrant steam wafting up to tickle his nose. He took the mug in his hands, staring at the coffee as she walked back to the stove. But in the metal she could see his distorted reflection turning to watch her silently as she worked, eyes staring at the full, ripe roundness of her ass. 

"Maybe we should change the sleeping arrangements if you're having that much trouble," Crystal offered off-handedly as she sprinkled more cheese over the omelet and then began to fold it over. "I could let you take the bed."

"I don't want to put you out…"

"We could share it." There was a gag and Tyler sputtered. Nearly spitting coffee across the table in his surprise. Turning, Crystal raised an eyebrow and gave him a curious look. Oh, she felt
bad about this, it felt way too much like high school, like she was bullying him all over again, but… it was just too much fun. And it wasn't like she *wasn't* going to fuck him. He'd hooked her from the first glance, so why not have fun reeling him in. And surely, as an older and wiser man, he'd say something if she teased him too much.

"Or not," she amended as he wiped spilled coffee up with his sleeve. "Geez, I didn't think I was that unattractive."

"You're not- I didn't mean," Tyler stammered, stumbling over himself as she plated his food and brought it over. 

"It's fine," she said, fighting a smile down as he shoved his hoof deeper into his own mouth. "Anyway, breakfast is up. Got an omelet, and I found some really nice, juicy sausage in the fridge. I don't know if you wanted these for later, but I couldn't help myself. They just look so thick and tasty!"

"Mmhm," Tyler managed, not looking at her as she set a plate down in front of him and then moved back to the stove to start her own omelet. 

"You know, I never thought I'd be the kind of girl to be barefoot and wearing an apron in the kitchen," she said as he tried to eat. "But honestly, it feels kind of nice. I like cooking for people, and I never really get the chance."

"I'm not much of a chef myself," Tyler said after a moment, his voice a little husky as he hunched over the table. "I can do some basic stuff, and even one or two more difficult recipes, but mostly I stick to takeout or pre-prepped stuff I can just throw in the oven."

"Well let me know if you ever need a break from all that crap. I can make a risotto that will make you wish I was your girl just so you could have it again."

"If you're coming over just to cook for me, then, really, is there any difference between being friends and having you as my girl?" 

"I think you know what the difference is," Crystal purred, her voice low and husky and suggestive. The elk's jaw snapped shut and he shifted from a slight flush to a full-on blush, staring at his plate as he ate. Crystal laughed, plated herself, and took a seat next to him, rather than across the table. Close enough she could smell the reek of sex and cum still clinging to his fur, her nose filtering the rich aroma out of the clutter of other scents.

"So what's the plan for today, Ty?" She asked, nibbling delicately on a sausage. 

"I need to get some wood."

*You already have plenty* Crystal thought. And it must have shown on her face because Tyler seemed to cringe slightly, leg tensing against hers as he tried to control what had to be an increasingly urgent and insistent erection. 

"Some firewood," he clarified. " I have a pile from last year, I just need to chop some if we want to have a fire tonight."

"As much fun as it sounds to watch you handle your wood," Crystal drawled. "I'd rather do something fun. Didn't you say you were going to teach me how to shoot?"

The elk brightened, a genuine smile on his lips. He absolutely loved guns, and it was rare, at least in his experience, to find a woman willing to join him at the range.

"That does sound better than chopping wood," he admitted, taking a last bite of omelet and pushing his plate away. "Go put pants on and I'll get everything ready."

Shoving the last sausage whole into her mouth, Crystal stood up and untied her apron, tossing it onto the table. The morning chill had settled through her shirt, and Tyler found himself face to face with a perky little pair of nipples that poked out through the soft cotton of her shirt. Giving him a grin, she turned and hurried up the stairs, the little extra spring in her steps making things bounce and sway for the elk before she vanished out of sight - but not before she heard a thud as something smacked against the bottom of the table.

Mission accomplished~

Getting dressed, Crystal pulled on a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, along with her bra, to protect against bugs and give her some support. It was a shame to cover up, but she had plenty of other opportunities to tease Tyler, even if she wasn't flaunting around quite so brazenly. When she came back down, he had a pair of heavy plastic cases pulled out of his truck. One was slung on a strap over his shoulder, the smaller case tucked under his arm.

"Ready?"

Crystal nodded and fell in next to Tyler as they left the cabin, following a worn-down dirt track through the pine trees. A few hundred yards away from the house, a huge space had been cleared, though the grass grew high and free, and they had to wade through it to a wooden table, the legs sunk into the ground for stability. At the far end of the clearing, a huge pile of dirt had been built up into a sloped berm behind several wooden backstops. Setting the cases down on the table, Tyler headed back to the cabin for ammo as Crystal tromped around to flatten a space in the long grass.

"I don't have to worry about, like, hitting a house or something, right?" Crystal asked as Tyler came back with several boxes, and he laughed.

"God, no. It's empty woods for a good two miles behind the berm. And I have no trespassing signs and shit up, so no one should be back there. Just keep the barrel pointed toward the targets and it's as safe as any range."

He set the ammo boxes down on top of the smaller case and started undoing the latches on the longer one.

"So I didn't bring up any of the really fun toys," he told her. "You said you'd never gone shooting before, so this is the easy-to-handle stuff. Once I'm satisfied you won't blow your hand off I'll start bringing the cool toys up with us. Uh, if you want to keep coming up here with me," he added quickly, feeling self-conscious in the face of the shark's grin.

"This is Mauser 18," he said, pulling the rifle out of the case. It looked battered and scarred, but well polished. The barrel clean and carefully oiled. "It's a single shot, bolt action rifle. That means it can only ever have one bullet in it, and you need to reload after every shot - which means you don't have to worry about accidentally losing count of your shots."

Laying it out on the table he carefully walked Crystal through it, showing her the bolt and how to load and unload it, and where the safety was. When she went to pick it up he grabbed her wrist, his face serious.

"Remember that this is always loaded," he told her, any embarrassment or self-consciousness gone. He was in his element now and was being completely serious. "That's not hyperbole or a guideline, it is an ironclad rule. The gun is *always* loaded, and unless you're willing to destroy it, don't point the gun at it. Understand?"

Crystal nodded, her own face somber. "I understand."

Tyler let her pick it up, correcting her finger ("it doesn't touch the trigger until you're ready to shoot. Keep it resting on the outside of the guard, here") and walking her through loading it a few times. She was a decent study, keeping it pointed downrange without the need to be reminded, and while it was a simple gun she had no problem with any of the mechanisms. Stepping up behind her, Tyler wrapped his arms around her, helping to lift the gun and nestle it against her shoulder, shifting her grip slightly.

"Keep it pressed tight," he told her, his hips seeming to follow his advice as he nestled against her, bulge resting heavily on the curve of her ass. Crystal felt herself flush slightly as she felt the weight of him, the tables starting to turn on her as Tyler took charge. He was in his element, and all of his flushed embarrassment was gone as he held her tight and close. "It's going to jump, and you want to move with it, rather than letting it jump back against you."

He tugged gently on the gun, demonstrating the motion and helping show her how to move with it. The motion rocked her backward against his strong, solid body. Letting her feel him behind her as he gave her an encouraging smile.

"When you're ready to shoot, you want to slowly pull the trigger. Steady pressure, not a sudden jerk, otherwise you'll mess up your aim anyway." The elk reached down and took her hand in his, both of their fingers through the trigger guard as he showed her what to do and how it should feel. It was a nice moment, both of them pressed against the other, body to body, hands together.

"Alright, I think I got," Crystal nodded. Reluctantly, Tyler let go of her and stepped back, keeping a careful eye on what she was doing even as he laid six bullets out on the table next to her. 

"We'll play horse to ease you into it," he told her as he set them up. "Six shots each, and I'll get some paper targets hung up on the middle target." She nodded, running through the motions, though not actually loading the gun as Tyler got everything ready on the range. She waited until he was back, safely behind her, to load her first shot. She didn't do too badly, either, hitting the paper every time and, except for one bad shot, keeping it in the target rings. When Tyler took his turn, he may have nudged a few of his shots to let her take a close victory, it cost him nothing to let her win. At least, he had thought that. Crystal seemed intent on making his kindness cost, nearly dancing with glee as they compared targets.

"Look at that," Crystal laughed, looking pleased with herself. "I thought you did this for fun, how are you worse than a beginner?"

"Just took it easy on you," Tyler said mildly, a faint hint of annoyance flashing through his voice. "I want you to have fun, not get discouraged."

"Oh, yeah. Sure, sure. Just went easy on me, I believe it," Crystal laughed, making one of the elk's ears twitch in frustration.

"Crystal…"

"Maybe we should make it fairer," the shark said, just talking over his warning. "Look, why don't you take off your shirt - maybe I'll shoot worse if I'm a little distracted."

Caught between annoyance and a sudden surge of arousal at her words, Tyler blinked."Me
not having a shirt is distracting for you?"

"I mean, you're not a bad looking dude, Tyler," Crystal admitted, a slight flush on her cheeks. "So it's worth a shot, right? Not like it could make things worse for you."

There was a long moment of silence and then Tyler grinned, a sudden and predatory smile that made the shark shiver unexpectedly. She could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he nodded slowly, shrugging off his flannel shirt and tugging his t-shirt up to reveal his chest and stomach. Soft brown fur, with darker patches across the center of his chest and leading in a trail down below the hem of his pants. Muscles glided beneath the coat with the motion and Crystal bit her lip as she watched unapologetically.

"We can play this way," he said, tossing his shirt on the edge of the table as he stepped up to pick up the rifle for his turn. "But the same rules apply to you. You lose, and you lose a layer."

"Wait. That's not-" Crystal started, but the elk shut her out, ignoring her protests as he took his turn.

And absolutely demolished her. It wasn't even fair, the shark could hit the target every time, at least, but Tyler plugged away, putting bullets center almost every time. He wasn't Robinhood, he wasn't shooting every shot through the same hole, but he was good enough to make Crystal look like the amateur she was. And he did it while keeping up a running commentary, how to breathe, how to steady her arms, how to properly pull the trigger. He lectured her as he sent his shots downrange in a tight cluster, the boom of the rifle vibrating her bones and echoing flatly off the trees.

Her shirt went first, at his demand. Fair was fair, after all. He gave her a winning smirk as he helped drag it up over her head, casually tossing it down to the grass before stepping back to the table. 

"Here, I'll go first this time, set the target you need to beat," Tyler said with a casual arrogance that made Crystal grind her teeth together. Another six shots and the elk let out a cluck of annoyance as he took in his spread. Three shots had missed the center of the target. Not by much. But enough for him to feel annoyance. 

"You're up, minnow," he grinned, carefully laying the rifle down and stepping out of the way so Crystal could take her turn. The first shot missed the target completely and the shark let out a snarled curse - not that Tyler was paying much attention to her mouth, he was more interested in the bra that cupped her breasts, the lace lifting the soft flesh and offering it up to him in a canyon of soft cleavage. When she'd fired, the rifle had bucked hard against her shoulder and sent a ripple out through her breasts, a sensuous movement that had him shifting uncomfortably even as he stared. Another shot and he almost groaned as, in a hurry, she improperly braced the gun and it smacked hard against her shoulder, threatening a bruise and making her gasp. But more importantly, it made her tits jump, fat mounds jiggling and nearly bouncing up out of her bra.

"Stop staring you perv," she snapped, yanking the bolt back and fumbling a new bullet into the gun. 

"No," Tyler said simply, grinning as she flushed red. "You wanted to play this game, and now you have to deal with the consequences. 

Muttering darkly, Crystal ran through the rest of her shots. It wasn't even close, she was frustrated and flustered and it was making her worse. This time most of her shots were either in the outer ring or on the paper outside of it and her grouping was non-existent.

"Nice," Tyler laughed, clapping her on the shoulder as she cursed under her breath. He let his huge, furry hand slowly slide down her back, soft coat tickling her skin until his fingers found the clasp of her bra. "But I think you know what I want gone now. Bare chest and bare chest, we're all tied up now, yeah?"

There was a snap as he popped it open and Crystal caught the cups in her hands, glaring up at him as the elk laughed, grinning happily in the face of her anger.

"This is your idea," he reminded her. "You can tap out anytime you want. The big, tough shark doesn't have to keep going if she doesn't want to."

For a moment it looked like she was going to hit him with the butt of the rifle, but gun safety won out over anger and she set it down with a disgusted noise. She really did have wonderful tits, huge and soft and perky, crowned with thick, rosy nipples that had both been pierced by simple black barbells. Tyler stared at them, a smile on his face as Crystal started to step away from the table, but he shook his head, crowding her slightly so she couldn't move. 

"I had a bad grouping last time," he told her, staring down at her breasts over her shoulder. "Why don't I keep that for this round, give you a better chance."

"I don't need your pity," Crystal snapped angrily. The shark had a competitive streak that normally served her well during game nights, but at the moment it was just making her angry and stupid.

"And yet you're getting it, idiot," Tyler reached down and affectionately tousled her hair as she snapped at him in frustration. Idiot had been one of her favorite nicknames for him when they were young, and he had to admit it felt good to throw it back at her. Turning the tables was fun, he was realizing, and every little sound of impotent anger was like balm to his soul. With another snarl, she snatched up the gun and got a fresh round loaded and the rifle brought up to her shoulder. She didn't take enough time to aim, and she jerked the trigger rather than slowly squeezing it. The shot didn't even hit the target, going wide as the rifle slammed against her bruised shoulder, showing him she was holding it wrong, as well. Not that Tyler minded, free from her bra her tits put on a lovely show for him, bouncing and smacking against each other as the impact of the rifle butt made her whole body jerk, the boom of the shot echoed by the soft *plap* of flesh clapping against flesh.

"Just pathetic," he said, shaking his head. "We won't even count that one. Go on, try again."

The next shot was even worse if that was somehow possible. All his 'help' seemed to do was infuriate the shark even more, the anger making her sloppily, which only made her angrier. A spiral that she seemed utterly incapable of escaping as Tyler watched with a smug smirk, enjoying the sight of her pierced tits bouncing freely about. He finally cut her off around her twentieth shot.

"That," he said, scooping the ammo up and away from her. "Was fucking pathetic. You didn't listen to a single word I said, did you? You didn't breathe, you didn't take your time, you barely fucking aimed. We could be here until I run out of ammo and you wouldn't get any closer to beating me. Just take your stupid pants off and we can finish this."

"Your gun is just a piece of shit. Can't shoot something better?" Crystal complained as she undid the button of her jeans and leaned forward, giving a little wiggle that left Tyler breathless as she tried to get the denim down over her hips. It was quite a show, the elk’s eyes glued to her fat ass as the denim came down revealing the pink lace of her panties as she bounced the jeans down her thighs, ass rippling under his hungry gaze.

"You could just shut up and shoot my cannon if you want it that bad," Tyler muttered, lost to the promise of that wonderful ass.

There was a moment of frozen embarrassment and both elk and shark reddened as the full implication of what he'd just said slowly sunk in. Both looked uncertain for a moment, but Crystal looked away first, biting at her lip and Tyler felt a surge of… something. Pride? Lust? A mix of both, maybe. But it gave him confidence, and let a grin spread over his face.

"No, you know what? That's the final bet. You either win this round, or you can get down on your knees and see how well you handle a real gun," Tyler growled, his voice thick with lust as he let his eyes roam over Crystal’s body. "C'mon, I'll even help you."

Moving over to the shark he grabbed her before she could protest, spinning her around and forcing her against the table. The wooden edge bit into the top of her thighs as Tyler ground himself against her. This was probably wrong, he knew, but she'd been such a tease all day and it was driving him crazy. She'd acted like a fucking bitch, and unlike high school, he didn't have to just sit there and take it. And, dimly, some part of him realized she wasn't resisting or objecting, she was just obeying. And that made him shiver, a tingle running up his spine as his cock lurched against her plush ass. She wanted this, and she'd been egging him on all day!

"Pick up the gun," he told her, still pinning her in place and marveling how small she seemed against him. Shed always been bigger than him in school, he'd been a late bloomer and she'd been nearly six feet tall. But now, he'd finished growing and towered over her by more than a foot, broad and solid next to her seemingly slight body.

Her hands shook slightly as she lifted the rifle off the table, and he "helped" her position it. Slamming the butt into her bruised shoulder and making her hiss in pain, hands brushing across her bare breasts as he lifted her barrel slightly, helping to line her up. One hoof kicked out, forcing her feet wider apart, pushing her into a proper stance.

"Now load it," he said, shaking his head as she fumbled a round into the gun and worked the bolt. Her finger moved to the trigger and with a sound of annoyance, he shifted his grip. Two huge, furry hands grabbed her breasts, nipples rubbing against his palm as he sunk his fingers into the soft mounds. His hands were so big he could almost cover even Crystal's ample breasts, enveloping them in soft fur with a casual ease that drove home just how much their positions had reversed. This was probably going too far, but rather than object Crystal
just gasped as he gave a rough squeeze, freezing up just like he'd wanted.

"You have to take time to aim! You have to actually take your time and focus on what you're doing! Do it like I told you, deep breaths, now," he whispered into her ear. When he felt her breath hitch, he dug his fingers even deeper into the softness of her breasts for a moment, furry digits swallowed up by the yielding flesh. "I said deep breaths, bitch!"

After a few more shivery gasps, Crystal managed to draw a full lungful of air in, her chest rising and pressing against Tyler's hands as he nodded. "There we go, just like that. Deep breaths in and out. In-"

He ground his hips forward, letting Crystal feel the heavy bulge of his cock against the small of her back.

"And out."

Her breath gusted out as he pulled his hips back but still stayed close enough to feel her whole body shiver against him. This close, with his body wrapped around her, he was the only thing she could smell, drowning out even cordite and gun oil. He smelled like the pine trees around them, of salt and musk and sun-warmed fur. It was a thick cocktail filling her lungs as she took another, eager breath.

"In."

Hips jerked forward, slamming the shark against the table, the rough wood grinding and scraping her thighs as the big elk pressed his full weight against her for a long moment, before pulling back.

"And out. Here's the deal, little fish, you don't even have to beat me. Just get a bullseye. One single bullseye, and we'll say you won. That's it. So easy, I've been doing it all day."

Still wrapped around her, soft fur tickling her back, hands shamelessly kneading her breasts, Tyler leaned in. His breath washed over her ear, hot and warm as it tickled against her from so close she could feel the brush of his lips.

"And if you fail, you're gonna use that big, bitchy mouth of yours to handle the only kind of gun a dumb bitch like you is suited to handle. Understand?"

Was that too much? Was he pushing too hard? Tyler was lost in a little world of dirty talk, his mouth running away from his brain, but Crystal was shivering and gasping against him, nodding stupidly in agreement as he spoke. The game of teasing the big elk crumbling to pieces as he turned the tables on her - and she was loving every moment of it, even as she squirmed from the humiliation.

"Deal," she gasped, nodding as Tyler grinned. He couldn't help it, it all felt so good. To see that bitchy bully (even if she was a proper friend now) under his thumb was exactly what his younger self needed. Taking another breath, her chest expanding and pressing against his hands, Crystal lined up her shot. She was doing everything he asked. Taking her time and holding her breath as - 

"Oops," Tyler said, not a hint of remorse in his voice as he kept up the pressure. The moment she'd started to squeeze the trigger, he'd seized the pink nub of her nipple and cruelly crushed it between thumb and forefinger, squeezing until he could feel the metal bar. Her shot had gone wide, barely hitting the edge of the target and he shook his head in disappointment. 

"You did that on purpose!" Crystal gasped, her voice angry and hot as he slowly rolled her nipple between his fingers, the pain making her shake.

"No shit, idiot," the elk replied nodding toward the table. "Either do something about it or shut up and take your next shot."

She shut up, teeth pressed together so hard her jaw ached as she got her next shot lined up. Her breast felt like it was on fire, lines of pain sparking out from her abused nipple as Tyler mercilessly squeezed it, refusing to let up. She got the gun lined up, took a breath, and moved her finger, lifting it off the guard and feeling the trigger press against her. Slowly she started to squeeze, firm and gentle pressure, not a sudden jerk, just like Tyler had said. And then it all went to shit as, still holding her nipple, Tyler gave a cruel yank. Stretching her breast and making Crystal cry out, the gun nearly slipping from her hands as it roared and slammed back against her shoulder. Tears burned in her eyes at the pain as Tyler pulled and pulled, finally letting go to let her breast slap back down against her chest, nipple cherry red and throbbing with stomach-twisting pain.

"How does it feel?" Tyler asked as she reached for the next round like the good girl she was. But she fumbled it, the brass falling from her hand, clattering across the table and dropping into the grass. "Being the small and helpless one? Getting bullied by someone bigger than you. Stronger than you. You lose that shot, by the way. Only three left now."

"I never did anything like this to you " Crystal snapped back, picking her next shot up and sliding it into the rifle despite trembling fingers and tear-blurred vision.

"Nah, but consider it payback with interest. You got four or five years of debt to pay off, Crystal. And I'm not gonna make it easy for you."

It was harder to aim, her brain was all fuzzy from pain and growing lust. Tyler wasn't letting up and it was making things harder and harder for her. The feel of his body, the smell of him, the sound of his voice - it was all driving her crazy, and tanking any chance she had of actually winning. But winning what? She realized now, far far too late, that there wasn't even a prize if she'd won, only a punishment if she lost. How hadn't she noticed that, why had she agreed? Because she wanted to lose, she knew. Because the moment Tyler had turned the tables on her she'd gotten so worked up she wanted nothing more than for the big elk to shove her down and just take his long-overdue revenge. She took a shaky breath, trying to focus as she aimed down the barrel, carefully lining it up, and - 

Smack - BOOM!

The impact of flesh on flesh came almost the same instant as the boom of the rifle. Tyler had stepped back and swung his hand hard into Crystal’s ass, smashing her hard against the table and leaving a simmering red handprint on her jiggly rump. Her shot had gone wide - she wasn't even sure where it had gone, beyond the fact that it didn't hit the paper at all. 

"Cheater," she snarled, her voice tight and hot as her heart raced in her chest. Only two shots, now. Two shots to make it or Tyler would get to push her down with those huge, strong hands and glare down at her as he slowly undid his pants.

"No, you're just bad," the elk said as he reached out and plucked one of the bullets off the table. "And I'm taking a shot because of that miss, it was fucking pathetic."

One bullet left. Grimly, Crystal picked it up and slotted it in, working the bolt and lifting the gun to her shoulder. She took a long breath, rich and thick with the smell of the elk, and let it out in a shaky rush. She could do this, she just had to focus and she could wipe the smug smirk off his face.

"If you stop wasting brass, I'll go easy on you," Tyler said, breaking her concentration as he leaned in close, breath hot against her ear. "Just set the gun down like a good girl and I'll be nice and slow and gentle."

Twisting slightly, Crystal found Tyler's gaze, staring into his eyes as she deliberately pulled the trigger, the bullet missing the target by feet. 

"Oh, you dumb slut," Tyler growled. He was achingly hard in his pants, jeans straining as his cock lurched and his heart was thundering in his chest. Childhood crush and bully rolled into one and now all his. He took the gun from her hands, clicking the safety on and setting it down on the table. His huge hands came up to grip her shoulders, turning her around before he pushed, and all the strength in her body wasn't enough to resist as he forced her downward, knees hitting the crushed grass as the elk grunted happily.

"Unzip me," he ordered, watching her hungrily. Crystal’s hands shook as she slowly tugged the metal tab downward, her eyelids fluttering as the first wash of smell leaked out. It was the same thing she’d been smelling as he coached and teased her, but this was far more intense, more concentrated. It hit her nose like a brick and left her gasping, shuddering as sensitive little nerves in her nose burned, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. It wasn’t a bad smell, if anything Crystal wanted to jam her face into Tyler’s fur and just drink it in, but it was intense in a way she wasn’t used to.

“Pull me out,” Tyler snapped after she simply sat for a long moment, nostrils twitching as she drank in his scent. “Fuck, am I going to have to walk you through every step?”

“S-sorry,” Crystal mumbled, grabbing his pants and dragging them down around his thighs. “You just…. You smell really good.”

Tyler, who had smelled himself after a long day of work or out in the sun, raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. If she enjoyed it, he wasn’t going to complain - even if she was a freak. With a flush of embarrassment, she dragged his cock out, fishing it and his balls out into the bright summer sun. As nice as it had looked this morning, it looked even better now that she wasn’t worried about getting caught. His huge, furry balls hung low and heavy, the chocolate brown fur damp and fragrant with sweat. But she couldn’t focus on them, as beautiful as they were, because his cock was free, nearly slapping her in the face as it sprang out of his jeans. The veins seemed to throb, the whole of it terrifyingly hard, pre already spilling out to ooze in a slow trickle down one side. It was beautiful, and the raw primal feel of it left Crystal gasping and breathless. 

“That’s a good look on you,” Tyler said, taking a step forward, his balls slapping against her snout and leaving her shuddering as the smell only got more intense at point-blank range. “Just keep looking like that and you’ll be able to get up in no time. Now… be a good girl and stay quiet, I need to focus.”

Moving forward a little more, Crystal soon found herself between the
elk’s furry thighs, his cock resting on her face as his balls bumped insistently against her chin. The shark groaned, she couldn't help it, it was a long and low sound as that weighty cock pressed against her face, soft skin sticking to her features as it pressed down, grinding the smell into her skin as she let out that needy sound. Up close, it was even better than she'd thought it would be. Hot and demanding, it throbbed against her, oozing a thick dribble of murky, sticky pre into her hair, the sharp smell cutting into her nose and making her moan again.

Thankfully, Tyler didn’t need to give her directions this time, because the shark knew exactly what to do. Within seconds she was kissing at his heavy, churning nuts, her tongue dragging along the soft fur as her lips reverently pressed against each full orb in turn. The first touch, the first taste, was like an electric shock. Tyler felt her groan, the vibration tickling his balls as the shark got her first taste of elk - and she wanted more right away, her tongue going wild as the taste of salt and meat was ground into her tastebuds.

Ignoring her was difficult, but Tyler left her to it and managed to keep his focus as he packed the rifle away and then reached for the other case. The HK VP9 was far more fun to shoot, in his opinion, and he wanted to enjoy this. It was so fucking dumb and dangerous, part of Tyler's mind told him. It violated any semblance of range rules! It was stupid and pointlessly risky and…

And fuck it, the elk groaned, hips rolling to jam against the shark's face. His range, his rules. And what dude didn't fantasize about having a hot bitch gagging on his cock as he squeezed a few rounds off? Her tongue danced along his balls, reaching up to drag along the thick bridge of his taint as he more or less rode her face, grinding himself against her as he buried her in damp fur and musky darkness. 

"Good girl," he groaned, checking the VP9 over and then pushing the magazine home. "Just like that.”

His head lolled back for a moment, but with a growl he forced himself to focus on the pistol as he racked the slide. It was ready to shoot, and so was he. 

He nudged Crystal with his leg, watching the eye not covered by a slab of practically steaming meat blink and then focus on him. It was hazy with lust and rimmed with tears as her nose nestled into the soft crook where shaft met balls, so it took a second for anything even approaching intelligence to flicker through her gaze. 

"You gonna just sit there all day? Or are you gonna try to shoot that cannon?"

"Asshole," Crystal huffed, laughing softly as she planted a final kiss on his balls and slowly started to draw back, though with obvious reluctance. Spreading his legs into a shooting stance, Tyler focused on the target downrange even as Crystal spread her mouth and drove down onto his cock.

Oh, God, this was so unsafe, Tyler cringed as the sudden shock of pleasure made his finger tighten, and his first shot whizzed past the target to strike the berm at the back of the range. The shark's jaw ached as she forced her mouth wide to take the elk, the corners of her lips burning as she just barely managed to get them around his broad, leaky tip. Her reward was a spurt of pre that splashed onto her tongue, thick and clinging and salty. It was a bitter taste as she rolled it back and forth across her tongue, testing it like a sommelier before swallowing it down with a happy nose that made Tyler's cock lurch and feed her more. He shook his head, antlers blurring as he tried to clear his mind. Aiming downrange and letting off another shot that hit the target.

Crystal didn't react at the sound, too lost in the overwhelming taste of his cock to be worried about a little thing like gunshots. She was careful as she slowly started to bob her head, keeping her teeth from so much as brushing against the elk's shaft as she worked herself along. It wasn’t easy, unlike most men she’d been with, Crystal was actually struggling to take him, her jaw aching as she forced herself further down with each messy, dripping press of her head. Spit drooled down her chin, and she could feel pre pooling in her mouth, dribbling from her stretched lips as she jerked herself back and forth. She gagged the first time he knocked against the back of her throat, his sheer size nearly overwhelming as her shoulders jerked and she sputtered thick, gooey spit down onto his balls.

A little thing like overwhelming size wasn’t going to stop her, though. So tightening her grip on Tyler’s thighs, her fingers digging into soft fur and pressing against hard muscle, she drove herself forward. His cock slammed into the back of her throat, and there was a moment of painful choking as she continued to press forward, tears sparkling in her eyes as her body fought to resist the demolishing force. But almost perfectly in time with another shot, Crystal’s vision seemed to white out as her throat surrendered and more than half a foot of ugly, veiny cock stormed in, bulging her slim neck out obscenely. Above her she heard Tyler groan, his fist founding on the table as his legs buckled and nearly gave out. Fuck, he’d needed this, it had been so damn long since he’d last had some proper pleasure. But slowly he straightened up, retraining his eye on the range. Shoot and blow, that was the point of this. 

Crystal’s throat bulged as she pressed herself deeper and deeper, the sheer bulge of his cock marking his progress as he carved her open. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she struggled to breathe, torn between biological need and her desire to stay locked around the elk’s beautiful cock. Her vision was darkening at the edges, her head spinning slightly as she clutched at his furry thighs for support. The elk ignored her, squeezing off slow and careful shots downrange, letting her worship him like he deserved, slathering his cock with spit and attention. More than a few shots went wild as he twitched with pleasure, his breath hitching as the shark sped up. Slowly Tyler's hips began to work, no longer able to resist the urge and driving forward into that warm, clutching tightness. He heard Crystal gag, felt her trying to pull back to catch a breath. But he couldn't stop himself, not as he slapped a fresh magazine in and racked it, face creased with concentration as he moved with her, stopping her from pulling away and keeping her stuck on his cock.

"Fucking stay there," he snarled as he felt Crystal try to pull back as another gag made her shoulders jerk. "Just fucking… fucking deal with it."

He was having trouble focusing, his vision fuzzing slightly as his hips sped up, force-feeding more and more meat into the shark's hungry maw until before long his balls slapped heavily against the shark's chin and her bulging, spasming neck. Her snout was being rammed into his pelvis, ground into the soft and fragrant fur as he started squeezing off shots in time with his thrusts.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

He was hitting the target, but his grouping was awful and only getting worse. He could feel his balls tightening, pleasure bubbling up inside him, a growing tightness that made his hands shake, fouling his aim. With a snarl, he clicked the safety on, slammed the gun down onto the table, and reached beneath it. His hands found Crystal's ears, grabbing them and a fistful of hair as Tyler yanked, his hips speeding up into a brutal, jackhammer blur. Spit and pre poured from the shark's lips as he yanked her down against his thrusting hips, again and again, slamming her nose into his pubic bone so hard he saw a trickle of blood spill down to mix with the throatslop that was smeared across her face and chin.

He mumbled an apology, but his hips were a runaway freight train and there was no stopping. Not as his balls throbbed and ached, demanding release. Last night's little session hadn't done anything to ease the pressure, the little show he'd unknowingly put on just hadn't been enough to satisfy him. But Crystal's throat? Oh, it was doing what his hand couldn't, and he felt his orgasm approaching, utterly unstoppable. With a final bellow, he yanked Crystal down to his base, burying her nose in fur as he came, his cock jerking and twitching in her throat. The first rope was poured directly into her stomach, a hot and heavy weight dumped directly into her belly, leaving the shark feeling like she'd just had a full meal. And there was already more on the way, Tyler's cumvein flexing as it simply poured cum directly into the shark's belly. Filling her up until that taut and trim little tummy was slightly bloated, the lines of her abs vanished as her stomach swelled. 

Tyler could hear her gags getting fainter, the clutch of her hands at his thighs starting to slacken, so with a grunt he tore himself backward, cock popping free from her mouth in a wash of muck, throatslop splattering onto Crystal's breasts, washing them in foamy, churned up slop. And his cock was still thrashing, firing off finger-thick ropes of tar-like cum. The first shot slapped her across the snout with a wet smack that made her jerk. The poor shark was gasping for air, coughing and sputtering as Tyler hosed her down, his balls wringing themselves dry all over her face and tits, burying her in a layer of thick, silty white. Her hands came up, trying to cover her face and mouth as she hacked up wads of ballsnot from her lungs, but Tyler just kept going, one hand furiously stroking the base of his cock, milking the dregs out until her arms were covered in loops and dangling strands of fuckmuck, the stench of cum sharp and chemical in the air as the elk collapsed forward, elbows slamming onto the wood table with a muffled crack as his orgasm finally tapered off. Muscles relaxing as if a switch had been flipped, leaving him feeling boneless and exhausted.

Crystal panted beneath the table, a devastated
mess of spit and slime and disrespect. The proud shark who'd spent so many years tormenting Tyler now reduced to a panting cumdump, buried beneath nearly an inch of stubbornly clinging cum.

"That's a good look for you," the elk managed, his voice shaky. He felt like he'd just run a marathon, his body fatigued and trembling. "Very 'dumb bitch' chic… very fitting…"

"Big talk from… from you…" she retorted weakly, her voice rough and raw, her brain obviously still scrambled. The two chuckled, their breathing ragged and rough as Crystal slowly crawled out from under the table, vainly trying to wipe the cum from her eyes. Like a gentleman, Tyler offered her a cloth which she eagerly took, only to scowl as she realized she'd just turned her own discarded shirt into a cumrag.

“You should probably head on back to the cabin and get cleaned up,” he panted. “We can keep shooting or, fuck… I wouldn’t say no to a nap.”

Crystal didn't even have to consider the offer, as a few ideas danced through her head. Mainly of being wrapped up in those muscled arms and clutched to a broad, strong chest. Grinning, she blew him a kiss as she gathered up the rest of her clothes and headed back toward the house. “I wouldn’t say no to a nap, long as you’re willing to share the bed, rather than sleep on the couch.”

"Long as you don't mind the fact that I'm a cuddler."

"Oh, fuck, yes."