A Little Buck and a Big Bad Wolf

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#1 of Little Buck

Another werewolf story, but this time with an anthro deer. My other stories were all human x furry so I wanted to try two anthros. This one is also the first one explicitly focused on a particular fetish. The other werewolf story had light elements of predator/prey but nothing to explicit as this.

A Buck with dangerous fantasies gets caught trespassing by a male werewolf who is all to happy to help the poor deer live them out, at least to a point.

This story contains maw play and mentions of hard vore but no actual vore. There is no gore or torture.

There are sex acts between to male anthros and the consent is rather dubious.

PS. This setting is not the same as my other werewolf story. This is a humanless setting and the werewolves are not as friendly.


If anyone knew what Arwin was doing, they'd say he had a death wish. The young buck crept forward, in a low crouch, mindful of where he placed his hooves. He peered through the bushes and looked out at the werewolves' camp. The hulking lupine figures moved about their small fires and hide tents. The half feral nomadic hunters were primal and savage. So different from the civilized anthro wolves he knew from town.

His own people were sedentary farmers and herders. They just couldn't compare to the brutal majesty of the werewolves. But they were also dangerous, highly territorial and rumored to be predatory.

Agreements had been made with the clan Arwin was observing and his own community. Every spring they'd emerge from the deep forest and a delegation from his town would meet them to trade. But during this time, the woods north of town were forbidden. The werewolves would refrain from encroaching on the pastures and farms, and his people would concede to them the northern hunting grounds for the duration of their visit.

The agreement was explicit. The werewolves had the right to do whatever they wished to any interlopers they found. But for some reason that danger only captivated the young buck more. For years he held himself back, rationally he knew that trying to get close to them was beyond reckless. But more and more of his mind was occupied with fantasies about the werewolves and what they might do to him or with him. He hoped that going this far, getting a distant look at their camp, would sate his growing obsession.

He heard a twig snap to his left and froze. Slowly he rose to his hooves and backed away from the camp and the direction the sound had come from. His heart pounded and blood roared in his ears. He heard another sound, to his south, the direction he needed to go. His instincts screamed for him to bolt, to sprint away like the startled deer he was. He forced himself to remain calm, carefully puting distance between himself and the werewolves' camp, angling his course north.

Arwin tried to reassure himself that the sounds he heard could have been anything. He started to relax when a loud snap sounded right behind him. Whirling, he beheld a dark grey furred werewolf, a broken stick dropping from his viciously clawed paws. He wore a smug look as he closed on the surprised deer. Arwin tried to backpedal but the werewolf's long stride brought him within reach. Cloth tore as Arwin's shirt was seized in the werewolf's fist. Pushed up against a tree, Arwin looked up to meet stern golden eyes.

"You're not supposed to be here, Little Buck." The werewolf's voice came out as a deep growl.

Arwin tried to speak but could only stammer. "I... I..."

A clawed digit is pressed against his muzzle. "Sssh. There's no need to be afraid. Why fear what you can't control.." The sinister grin that spread across the werewolf's lips was anything but reassuring.

"Now, tell me, Little Buck, do you know what we do to those who are caught spying on us?"

Shakily, Arwin tried to answer, his mouth dry. "You... eat them?"

The werewolf's grin grew, showing off bright white teeth. "We do whatever we want with them. And since I got you away from the others,I get to do anything that I want to you." He tapped Arwin's chest for emphasis.

"You know this, yet you came here anyway. Tell me, Little Buck, did you want to become prey."

"N...No?" Arwin tried to deny, but he felt himself blush under his fur.

The werewolf paused, tilting his head to the side, regarding the scared buck anew. He leaned in, pressing his muzzle to Arwin's neck, and inhaled. "You smell just like a feral deer." He brought his muzzle to Arwin's ear. "I wonder if you taste just like one as well?"

Arwin shivered at that. But for his part, the werewolf's grin turned to a genuine smile. "Oh, I am going to have fun with you." He licked his chops exaggeratedly.

"Tell me, Little Buck, do you want to die?"

"No!" Arwin shouted in a panic as a spike of terror hit him.

The werewolf smirked at the buck. "Then you really shouldn't have come here." He grabbed an antler and pulled back Arwin's head, forcing him to bare his throat. The deer's eyes widened in panic, but he was powerless before the werewolf. A broad tongue licked against his vulnerable flesh, making a wave of arousal war with the dread in his gut.

The werewolf released the antler and gave the young buck a sly look. "Don't worry, we're going to have a great time. This is what is going to happen. I'm going to let you go, and you are going to run. I am going to hunt you down, and when I catch you, I'm going to fuck you." The werewolf meets the deer's eye, his gaze filled with a predatory lust. "And after I've fucked you..." He left the rest unsaid.

The werewolf steps away from the shaken buck. "One last thing, Little Buck. One last choice." The werewolf gestures to the South. "You can flee south, and maybe there is some slim chance you can find help before I catch you. Or you can accept your fate and flee north, where your odds of escape go from slim to none."

Arwin never meant for his fantasies to become reality, but he wasn't escaping the werewolf no matter what he did. He chose to give in to his fantasies, embrace the thrill and rush of adrenaline, and not think about what came at the end.

Smoke watched as his kinky Little Buck fled north. He feared he had pressed this game too far. But now he could indulge himself without regret.

A long low howl pierced the late afternoon air; adrenaline surged in Arwin's body as the predator signaled its pursuit. He leapt fallen trees and weaved through the undergrowth with a grace befitting his heritage. But he had no destination, no plan. He just ran.

The scenery blurred as he flew on agile hooves, but it was to no avail. A bark sounded as the beast sighted its prey. As fleet of hoof as he was, he couldn't match the long powerful strides of his pursuer. His heart pounded and his lungs burned but he did not slow; he could hear the werewolf crash through the foliage close on his heel.

His body was on the verge of failing on its own, when powerful arms wrapped around him from behind. He landed on the beast and it twisted and spun them both to the round. Stunned, he couldn't react as the predator shifted and rolled on top of him, pinning his shoulders with its massive paws.

Arwin struggled to catch his breath as the werewolf panted over him. A large pink tongue lolled from the wolf's muzzle and his golden eyes had a wild glint as he surveyed his captured prey.

"You have no idea how badly I want to sink my jaws into your soft throat and taste your hot sweet blood." With a growl, the werewolf lowered his muzzle, parting his jaws, and took hold of Arwin's neck. He could feel the buck's racing pulse in his maw.

Arwin gasped, his back arched, as the werewolf's teeth lightly pressed into his hide. The werewolf's hot panting breath bathed his sensitive throat. Then, the jaws released, and a strong tongue licked out, matting the short soft fur of his neck.

The werewolf leaned back and looked down the bucks body. He grasped the collar of the deer's shirt with both paws and tore it open, exposing the creamy white fur of Arwin's chest and belly. With a claw, Arwin's belt was cut and his short trousers pulled down. The start of a thin tapered pink shaft poked from the buck's white sheath. No longer bothering to pin the buck, the werewolf traced a single claw down Arwin's chest and to his soft tender belly. Arwin's skin prickled as the lethal claw passed through his short fur and lightly grazed his supple hide.

"Or I could be truly vicious, and cut you open and feast on your innards while you still live." The werewolf nuzzled into the deer's collar bone, then began to lick and nip his way down Arwin's front. The deer whimpered, his mind a heady mix of lust and terror. He bleated out when the werewolf nipped a bit to hard and his belly was slathered in the werewolf's saliva, as the werewolf's tongue savored his tender flesh.

The werewolf, satisfied with his teasing, gave the buck's shaft a single lick, before rising to his paws. "Stand up, Little Buck, and get rid of what's left of your coverings."

Shakily, Arwin rose. He kicked away his shorts as they fell around his hooves and slipped out of his ruined shirt. With a twirl of a raised claw, the werewolf indicated he wanted Arwin to turn around. The deer did so, and bent over, bracing himself against a tree. The werewolf grabbed his hips as he stepped up behind him.

"You've been a good prey, my Little Buck, I've decided you deserve a reward."The werewolf knelt behind the buck and admired the deer's white furred ass. He gave a cheek a light nip eliciting another gasp. Enjoying the teasing, he pressed his cold nose under the buck's cute little tail. He inhaled, the scent stirring both lust and hunger. His mouth watered. Letting his tongue loll from his muzzle, he stroked up the anthro's crack, feeling the bucks hole twitch under his tongue.

Arwin moaned as he was rimmed. Again and again, the werewolf's wet muscle stroked his hole. The predator's drool slathered his back side; he could feel spit running down and dripping off his balls. Behind him, the werewolf murred in pleasure at the flavor. Then the appendage began to push against the opening and work its way inside. Hot breath washed over the buck's backside as the werewolf yawned. Mindful of his teeth, the werewolf took in as much of the deer's ass into his maw as he could.

Arwin looked underneath himself, The werewolf's lower jaw pushed between his thighs. His balls were inside the muzzle and his sheath was framed by the werewolf's lower canines. He could feel the upper jaw cover the base of his spine. It was more than the buck's mind could handle. His cock fully emerged from his sheath and he sprayed his seed on the tree in front of him, crying out and a loud bleat.

The werewolf pulled back and stood. The buck was bent over against the tree panting desperately for breath. The werewolf's tail swished behind him and he looked smug. He loved how he could push this Little Buck's buttons.

"When you are ready Little Buck, stand up. I want to bury my knot under that cute tail of yours."

Nodding slowly, Arwin straightened and faced the werewolf. With a paw on his back and the other gripping a thigh, Arwin was lifted, his back pressed against the tree. He wrapped his legs around the werewolf's back and reached up to grip the predator's shoulders. Hungry golden eyes met his soft brown ones.

"Ready, Little Buck?" The werewolf growled out the question with a low rumble.

Meekly, Arwin nodded.

Shifting his hips back and lifting the buck further, the werewolf aligned his prey with the tip of his cock, that poked from the top of his sheath. The buck bleated as he pushed forward. The werewolf's sheath was pushed back as he impaled himself inside the deer. Growling, the werewolf rapidly pistoned into and out of the buck. The ass was tight and warm around is inflating cock and the deer's loud bleats and cries spurred him on with a predatory fervor.

The cock inside him grew, and with each thrust, the pressure on his prostate grew with it. Arwin's mind struggled with the speed and intensity of the werewolf's fucking. This wasn't the first wolf cock he'd taken but anthro wolves were not this savage. His own cock began to reemerge from his sheath as the werewolf's knot began to tug at his anal ring. Arwin was unconscious of his own cries that rang out through the woods. The werewolf's thrusts shifted as the knot caught, short rapid bucks that sought to lodge the knot as deep as possible. Arwin's anal walls squeezed around the pounding member as cum shot from his long narrow shaft.

The werewolf snarled as his own orgasm hit. His balls tightened and pulse after pulse of his watery seed was pumped deep into the deer. Anal walls contracted around his cock, milking him and insuring his knot would not be deflating any time soon. Panting, he looked down at the buck to see his eyes closed, basking in the bliss of his orgasm. Idly, he noted the deer's cum streaked chest and lowered his head to lap up the mess.

Arwin's mind hardly registered the werewolf's licking. He was lost in the moment. He wanted to stretch it out for eternity. He couldn't think about what would happen next.

Smoke let the silence stretch. The feel of the young bucks ass around his throbbing member was sublime. But eventually he had to break it and bring the deer back to reality.

"Enjoy yourself, Little Buck?" The werewolf's gravelly voice penetrated Arwin's mental refuge and reluctantly he opened his eyes.

The golden eyes that met his held more compassion than Arwin had anticipated. Hesitantly he replied. "Yes."

The werewolf smiled. "Would you like to do this again?"

Arwin's eyes widened at the implication of that question and cried. "Yes!"

"Good! Because I decided I like you more than I want to eat you."

Relief washed over Arwin. As much as the idea of being eaten excited him, the thought of dying terrified him. Arwin looked at the werewolf, eyes full of gratitude. "Thank you."

Smoke felt a pang of guilt. The gratitude was misplaced. Pulling the buck to himself he backed away from the tree and sat down with the buck impaled in his lap.

"Get comfortable, we'll be here for a bit." Smoke allows himself another moment to enjoy the feeling of the buck tight around him before starting a conversation he should have already had.

"I'm Smoke."

"Arwin."

Smoke chuckled. "It is good to meet you Arwin. And I have a confession. I wasn't ever planning to eat you."

Arwin looked at Smoke in clear confusion. "But you caught me trespassing."

"Sure, and I could kill you for that. But the truth is, we rarely eat anthros unless they've done something to really piss us off."

Arwin didn't know what to think of that. He had been terrified but also excited. Now, he felt relief but also disappointed that the threat hadn't been real. "You don't actually want to eat me?"

Smoke grinned at him. "I never said that. You are delicious. Your scent makes my mouth water. When I chased you down I had to hold myself back from tearing into you."

Arwin shivered as he looked into eyes filled with hunger. "Then why don't you?"

"The forest is filled with feral deer as tasty as you. It isn't every day that I find a kinky Little Buck to play with. Besides, it would be terrible of me to keep you all to myself. I have a couple friends who'd just love to meet you."