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James gasped for breath. Each powerful strike to his hips brought the powerful maleness inside him so deep he felt the air pushed from his lungs, and the older guy he'd gone home with was pounding faster than he had expected. The deer's body was kept close to his date with webbed paws grasping atop his narrow shoulders.

The otter attached to those paws huffed, hilting again and again. He curled his toes amongst the bedding as his knees bore the brunt of his weight. This was Jack, and his body shuddered and wobbled with every impact. The hefty lutrine shifted his grip, letting go of the deer's shoulders and wrapping them up close to the base of the buck's antlers. He muttered a few words under his breath, but James couldn't understand them.

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James fidgeted at the table. A blind date was always pretty stressful, and worse he'd never gone on one before. All he knew about his prospective date was that he was an otter. The deer imagined someone shorter than himself, lithe, probably having some job to do with fisheries management. That last bit he scolded himself for, how stereotypical.

The cervine glanced around the restaurant again, before gasping. A handsome, tall otter had entered the room. He was in a dress shirt, vest, and kilt. The former two had a slimming effect, but there was no hiding that he was a bulky man. Not just well-fed, but strong as well. This otter's eyes met James' and he grinned a broad friendly smile.

Casually, the otter made his way over to the seat opposite the younger male. With a large webbed paw he slid the chair back, before settling onto it. The table was unable to obscure the gentle wobble muffled beneath his clothes from the impact of his weight on the seat. "So, I found my hart."

James blushed at this strong opening statement. "We'll see how yours I am by the end of the night. I'm James."

"I was just going to say I didn't even have to look in San Francisco. I'm Jack." The well-dressed otter grinned. He planted his elbows on the table, interweaving his fingers and resting his chin atop the mesh. "Isn't it a bit late in the season for antlers?"

The deer perked a bit. "Oh... I'm always a bit late to shed. It should be any day now. I'm glad I didn't though."

"Oh?" The otter's tail casually twisted and slid around behind him. As a server passed behind him, the tail deftly dodged out of the way to prevent any tripping. Jack didn't externally react to this, his focus on his date. "Why's that?"

James fidgeted again. "Well, it's kinda emasculating."

"Some guys like being emasculated." Jack winked, before chuckling. "But I understand." He sat back up straight, laying his palms on the table, fingers and webbing spread. A moment later a server approached the table, interrupting the conversation.

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James' eyes rolled back in his head. A needy bleat came from his muzzle as his shaft twitched beneath him. His insides convulsed and his body tensed all over.

With a bark, the otter reached his peak slamming in hard to the hilt. At the impact, the antlers he was gripping popped right off.

The deer gasped, his own shaft starting to spurt its issue against his belly as the support his upper body had failed and he fell to the soft bedding. James felt the coldness where his antlers had been, and a slight tingle. He made a few vowel sounds, unable to form coherent words, as deep in his bowels, he could feel the girth buried inside him continuing to pump.

Jack huffed heavily, passing one antler to join the other, and then handing them both off to his thick tail. The surprisingly dexterous appendage set them on the nightstand, while his now free hands grasped and rubbed along the smaller male's hips. "That's a good deer..." He sighed warmly, and once he felt his flow trickle to a stop, he started to pull out.

Inch after inch slid its way out of James, leaving the poor spent deer feeling emptier with every moment. The deer let out a low, almost distressed bleat.

The large otter's shaft finally slipped free, dripping a mix of lube and his own seed. He looked down and spotted that his date's pucker was having a hard time closing on its own after his girth. "Let daddy just plug that up for you, sweet hart." Jack rubbed along the deer's hips as his tail came around. With a few strokes he got the tip slicked down with mixed juices, before he began to gently feed the tail into his overwhelmed date's emptiness.

At this intrusion, the cervine moaned, but it was a relieved sound, and his body lost its tension. "C-can't believe you just used 'daddy' unironically..." He muttered, slightly flustered as his mind started to regain coherence.

Jack's tail pressed deeper, while he gently eased around to be in front of the deer, gently lifting him up from his collapsed position to rest against his chest and belly. "What, you don't want a daddy?"

James slumped against the larger male's torso, his breathing still slow and deep. The emptiness in his body had finally been addressed, though the way the tail's tip wiggled sometimes set his whole body a tingle. "I guess it depends on what kind of daddy you'd be."

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The otter finished his dinner well before the deer. He ate quickly, but politely. He only really stopped to reply to a question or to take a drink. With a few careful dabs on his whiskery muzzle, Jack was finished, and he gently set the napkin down beside his plate, utensils left crossed.

Seeing this, the deer looked up from his salad. "Oh... uh... should I..."

Jack waved a paw. "Don't hurry on my account. I can just talk a bit more freely now, is all.

James smiled bashfully, before venturing forth another question. "So... what made you decide to do a blind date like this...?" He stabbed a few more leaves with his fork.

"Well, I'm a very open person, and I like meeting new people. Seeing if they'd fit into my life somehow." The otter idly scooped a paw up under his vest to rub his stomach as he spoke, the action mostly obscured by the table. "Lucky me, guys I click with end up getting pretty attached..."

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"Well, I'd make sure all your needs are met." Jack murmured tenderly, though at the word 'needs' his tail flexed and ground against the deer's poor prostate. "The kind of daddy who lets you do what you want, but also does his best to make sure being his is what you want. One that hopes you get on well with his other 'boys'..." The hefty otter gently pressed on James' back with a broad paw, smooshing his messy narrow waist against the round, yielding midsection. "Does that sound nice?" He rumbled warmly, stroking gently with his hands.

"S-sounds too good to be true..." James whispered, reaching his arms around to give the larger male a squeeze.

Smiling, Jack kissed the deer on the brow. "Not just saying these things because I wanna keep you." He smirked playfully. "Though I do definitely want to keep you."

Looking up at the otter, James blushed softly. "For how long?"

"As long as you want me as your daddy, silly..." Jack held eye contact, continuing to gently stroke at the small of the slight male's back.

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The deer perked up as the server came by with the check. He immediately started to dig into his pocket.

"Please, let me cover this." Jack popped open his sporran between his girthy thighs and pulled out a wallet. He unfolded it and drew out a silver embossed black card with a sigil the deer didn't recognize on it. In the wallet's ID slot, there was a photo ID but it wasn't a drivers' license. The seal offset to the right and against the bottom was that of the Bureau of Magical Affairs.

James stared. "Y-you're a mage?" Mages were rare, at least, licensed mages. They could make a good living for themselves, however.

Jack perked, and glanced down at his wallet, before chuckling warmly. "Ah... I don't like to advertise it. Saves on having to show my license after spellcasting in public." He winked, though the place the ID was placed in his wallet implied he had to quite a bit anyway. "It's my day job. I mostly work in weather stabilization, drought and flood prevention..." He set the card on the bill without looking at it. "If you like you can cover the tip."

The deer was still a bit dumbstruck, but then nodded, digging his own wallet out and checking the bill. He set some notes down on the table and pocketed his wallet, before looking back to the otter.

The server came by, collecting the bill and the card, paused to stare at the card itself, before continuing on to the register. By the time it was returned, Jack had gotten out of his seat and gently pulled the deer's seat away from the table to ease his standing.

James had been thinking quietly, wondering just how wealthy his date was. Details of the otter's clothes popped now that he was looking for them. Silver thread embroidery in places on the vest, delicate looking cufflinks. The sporran was made from fine leather. Just looking down there was probably a mistake, however. Watching carefully he could see just how far forward the sporran was forced to hang by whatever was on the other side of that kilt. Looking to his sleeves just belied the strong bulk hidden under cloth, and he could tell the shape of his chest by the way his vest hugged around under his arms. By the time James stood up, the deer was blushing deeply, as the sheer presence of his date was close to overwhelming him.

The otter's thick tail curled around the skinny male's waist, giving a gentle squeeze just above the hips, while Jack put his card away and tucked his wallet back into his sporran. "So? Would you like to come over tonight?"

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"If it's a yes, it's about time I should tuck you in." The otter rumbled affectionately.

Distantly, James knew that he shouldn't rush into this sort of thing, that he only just met this handsome man, and that he knew almost nothing about him that wasn't carnal or superficial. But his mind wasn't at the wheel right now. He'd been rutted harder than he'd ever been with no pain, and now his older lover's tail was keeping that stretch warm. The steady heartbeat of the otter soothed the deer as he turned his head to one side while resting against his body. He exhaled slowly. "Please..."

The burly otter stroked again and again with his thick fingers, down to the base of his date's tail. "Please what?"

"Please.... Take care of me." The soft, keening need was evident in the back of James' voice. "Keep me for your own."

Rumbling up a storm, Jack gently started to ease the deer down onto the bedding, on his back. Backing off shortly after, he got a mischievous grin, and casually rotated on the bed, deftly moving with a grace that defied his size. Each revolution caused his tail to twist around, but not at the tip deep inside the buck. The long appendage wrapped around the spent deer's legs, binding them together. When he was done he was crouched directly above James' feet, his heavy maleness hanging half-hard, the gravid sac behind it helping obscure what happened next. His tail flexed and pulled.

James moaned out, clenching down around the buried tail as it shifted and squeezed his legs. The sensation distracted him from how hot and tight the space around his hooves had gotten all of the sudden.

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Following the larger car through the streets, out into the countryside was easy. James just had to make sure he didn't end up on the far side of a traffic signal. This thankfully didn't happen. He had plenty of time to think more clearly, out of the direct presence of the otter. The deer could set his phone GPS back to home and disengage at any time. Sure it might be rude, but he could do it.

To the cervine's surprise, he was lead to a riverside, parking on gravel. As he stepped out of his car, in the dim dusk, he saw a large house boat, two stories tall and at least as long as a traditional house was wide.

Jack got out of his car and closed the door with his tail, casually striding over to the shore. The boat's gangway was raised, out of reach. Glancing back at his guest, the otter gestured with one thick paw, curling his fingers and then twisting with the webbing spread like part of a swimming stroke. A cord dangling from the end of the gangway suddenly jerked away from plumb to meet the lutrine's other hand as it reached to grasp it. In the same movement he pulled, bringing both paws to grip. The gangway swung down with a hiss of hydraulics cushioning its fall as it got close to impacting the shore.

James approached, blush soft on his cheeks but his posture open and upright. "Such a little thing to do with magic."

"I usually save changing the phases of the moon for at least the third date." The otter winked, his tail curling and returning to the cervine's waist, squeezing once more, and ensuring that James followed as he began to walk across the gangway. "Welcome home."

In a whirlwind of split decisions and gentle coaxing, the hart found himself undressed on the otter's broad bed, watching as the hefty male carefully lubed up his swelling arousal, wondering if it would even fit.

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Abruptly, the buried tail dragged its way back out of the deer's rump, leaving it feeling empty once again. Not a moment later, James felt his partially restored arousal grinding along the cleft of the dadly sack weighing hard on his hips. His legs were surrounded in intense heat and snug pressure. At some point they'd bent at the knee, and his poor, stretched pucker was getting embraced by that heat as well. He looked weakly up at Jack, confused a little at the way his portly middle was deformed. A shift of his tightly held legs seemed to correspond to a shift on its surface.

The tail that had so quickly removed itself from one end of the deer, found its way to the other. As James went to speak, Jack's tail dove into his muzzle, well soaked in a mixture of lubrication, otter spunk, and deer musk. Its length had curled and twisted its way around to pin the cervine's arms to his sides, and his hands were starting to enter that heat as well. "It's alright..." The big otter grunted with pleasure, his arousal back to its full force once more. "Daddy's got you. Gonna keep you safe and held."

James quivered. He could feel the bass rumble of the older male's voice from his toes to his waist, and that tail shoved itself deeper. The slickened appendage twisted and worked past the back of the deer's tongue. His eyes watered a little bit, unused to this sort of stretch. He couldn't help but swallow at the intrusion, however. His eyes lidded back down as he felt the dexterous tip twisting and rubbing around, his narrow throat bulging with its motion as his view of the otter became from closer and closer to his hips. His smiling face was eclipsed by his shaft, and the curve of his belly.

"Almost tucked into your new home..." Jack sighed happily, carefully shifting his weight and stepping off of the bed, just as he felt the buck's shoulders sink through his rectum. The tight ring of flesh beneath his thick flesh acted like a collar for the moment, and he could feel his tail tip's pressure from inside his own pucker. The big otter stroked over his belly tenderly, as his tail gently extracted itself from the caught male's throat, then muzzle. "You're such a good boy."

The deer murmured incoherently. His mind was full of musk and heat, as the powerful cheeks of the beautiful man's ass squeezed at his own. The top of his vision was blocked by the girthy appendage atop, and he could trace its winding length around. All the way to the tip that was hovering just in front of his muzzle, saliva having added to the cocktail of fluids matting down the fur there.

The tip of that powerful appendage gently pressed up against James' snout, right between his flaring nostrils, and pushed. With a wet squelch, the deer's head vanished from sight, and Jack's belly swelled out further. He shuddered, as his tail just kept delving deeper, helping push his catch of the night further and further up his lower tract. His shaft pulsed up against the lightly wriggling mass distending his gut. Most of the motion was just from his tail's insistent pressure combined with the path of tunnels the smaller male had to take backwards.

James moaned weakly, feeling every inch of his body being rippled over by soft, tight flesh, squeezing and wringing over him as he continued to feel the firm but not rough pressure of the tail on his snout. He couldn't take the intensity any longer, and passed out with a weak groan.

Jack shuddered, twisting his tail against a few sensitive spots deep inside his body. There was a loud, abrupt GLORP, as the shapes in his stomach immediately faded to a nice, smooth surface. His arousal jolted, and for the second time that night he was releasing his seed for James. But this time out into the open air.

When his peak had slowed to a dribble, he sighed and snapped his fingers. A small raincloud formed over the mess he'd made and started to pour water right onto it. As his magic took care of the clean-up, he walked to a sliding glass door and opened it, facing towards the open water. He sat at the edge of the boat, cross legged, and placed his paws together atop his belly, which now filled his lap comfortably. The broad dome of gut wobbled, and a low gastric glurgle of borborygmi resounded from its depths. His tail twisted and curled around to affectionately squish the mass there, and he closed his eyes. "Alright, alright... playtime's done for now. Time for daddy to do his job."