Examine Him

The latex deer-man lies at your feet, his chest rising and falling rhythmically with every calm, shallow breath. The question at this point is whether or not he'll stay so calm when he wakes up. Should you risk taking someone - something - like him home, risking your own safety in the hopes that you might cure him, or should you just leave before he comes to and saves your own skin? Looks like no one else has seen any of what's just transpired, leaving you both fully responsible for the man's fate and fully capable of leaving without anyone finding out. It's a tough choice.

Eventually, you decide to take a closer look at the "man" before you decide. Gently laying a hand on his side, you gently rub it across his side, feeling the soothing sensation of his latex skin rubbing against your palm. It feels... soft, and you'd almost enjoy it in any other context. You touch his feet, squeezing his hooves, and find them to be surprisingly hard. They still feel smooth, but at the same time, they're as hard as a rock. Speaking of which, your curiosity starts to pull you elsewhere. Well, you ARE a guy, and you REALLY want to know just how, erm, "thorough" this latex is. You feel a bit awkward splitting the deer-man's legs to take a look between them, half-cringing at the thought that he might have some kind of weird animal plumbing down there (and cringing just a bit more at the possibility that you just find a plump male penis), but when you actually take a look you find absolutely nothing. No penis, no vagina, no genitalia whatsoever. Just a smooth surface. That latex stuff is more terrifying than you'd thought, you say to no one in particular, and for the first time tonight you find something to chuckle about.

Of course, cracking jokes and looking at **** animal men is just delaying the inevitable. You've still got to figure out what to do with this guy if anything, preferably before he comes to.