My Father, My Wolf
After a hard day working their farm, Father and Son share a beer - and something more...
My Father, My Wolf
© Cederwyn Whitefurr
15thJanuary, 2024
All Rights Reserved.
Dylan stood as a living testament to an extraordinary union - a crossbreed born of the intertwining destinies of an American Grey Wolf and a pure-blood Whitetail. His home, which he shared with his father, overlooked the sprawling fields, the nodding heads of the grain stalks golden and ready for harvest. Such was Dylan's life - and he was content.
"Good work today, son - " Come the gruff voice of his father, Jake, whose once grey fur was shot through with grey still - but now was more white with age.
He sat down, then opened the cooler beside him, taking out two ice-cold beers, and throwing one to Dylan, who caught it and rolled it over his ears, which ached abysmally from being trapped beneath a hat all day.
"Thanks - " Dylan's quiet voice spoke up, as he stretched out on the chair beside his father, flexing his cloven hooves back and forth. "You know Dad - I've been meaning to ask something -"
Jake's ears flicked, before he leaned back with the relaxed ease of a seasoned alpha, raising an eyebrow, his piercing yellow eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and paternal love for his only child.
"Pondering huh? That's a new one for you! What's on your mind, son?"
Dylan's large brown eyes grew pensive, as he took a sip of the beer, then set it down beside the chair. "Well, I can't help but wonder... How did you, a wolf, manage to court Mom, a deer? I mean, there had to be some...awkwardness, right?"
Dylan's question hit Jake like a sucker punch, and almost with the same effect. He'd loved that Doe always had and always will, just thinking of her - made a lump form in his throat.
"Awkwardness? Son, love doesn't understand awkwardness. She said yes, plain and simple... I wish she hadn't passed during childbirth, she'd be proud of the deer you've become..."
Dylan sensed the pain in his father's voice, yet he had to know - in eighteen and a half years, Jake had never spoken to him about her - and it was about time he learned about the doe who had given him life.
"You make it - " Dylan sighed softly. "So simple and easy. How did you even meet her?"
Seeing his son wasn't going to drop what was a painful subject, Jake finished his beer in three quick swallows, crushed the can in one paw against the edge of the seat, and dropped the empty back into the cooler, shutting the lid. His eyes turned introspective, as he gazed out over the wheat fields and sighed quietly.
"It was a moonlight night, just the same as what'll be three nights hence. I caught a glimpse of her beautiful form, silhouetted by the moonlight. I was smitten - or maybe moon-sick - maybe both...there and then. She had this grace about her, for a deer - yet this remarkable, irresistible nature - this inner quiet strength. I knew there and then, she was the one."
Dylan felt tears welling in his eyes before he looked away and blinked them out of existence, yet Jake could smell Dylan's rising emotional state.
"I wish I could have known her - " Dylan's voice quavered.
Jake, knowing his kind, sensitive soul of a son was close to breaking, placed a paw gently on Dylan's shoulder, a gesture both masculine and grounding.
"Penny would have loved you, just like I do. Different species, same love."
Dylan gave his father a weak smile, appreciating the sentiment.
"I guess - " Dylan murmured, leaning his head on his father's shoulder. I'm lucky to have a dad who understands, and..."
Jake smiled, moving his paw down to rest on Dylan's thigh, tenderly squeezing. "No, I don't think she'd...approve -"
For another hour, they lingered in the early twilight, embracing both wolf and deer in nature's early evening chorus. As Dylan rose to leave, a silent understanding and mutual respect passed between father and son. Yet, just as he began to step away, Jake, with a gentle but firm grip on Dylan's wrist, halted him.
"I do love you," Jake growled, his words carrying a depth that transcended their familial affection, into something, much deeper.
Standing up, Jake cradled both of Dylan's smaller, slender paws in his larger ones, holding him close with a tenderness that spoke of years of shared moments.
"You know, there's one thing..." Jake mused, his gaze fixed on Dylan's face, where the resemblance of his late wife was striking, especially now, after Dylan's antlers had fallen a month ago.
"Who would have thought, you'd look like like your mother, when your antlers fell out - I swear, you're a spitting image of her..." Jake spoke quietly, lightly tracing the black muzzle stripe down Dylan's cheek. "Of course, you're missing some..."
His voice trailed off, leaving an awkward silence between them.
Dylan, still caught in a swirl of embarrassment, stared down at the wooden porch boards, his cheeks growing warm. Jake, sensing his son's discomfort, gently placed a finger under Dylan's chin, lifting it to force him to meet his gaze. Their eyes locked - Jake's yellow ones seemingly doubling in size. Around them, the air grew thick with unspoken tension, a silent acknowledgment of primal instincts and the delicate dance between predator and prey.
For what seemed like an eternity, Dylan was transfixed by Jake's gaze. His ears were partially flattened, and his own eyes widened like those of a startled doe. Finally, Jake reached behind Dylan, placing both paws on the back of Dylan's head, before tilting his own and pressing his furred lips against those of the stag before him.
"Mmmph!" Dylan gurgled in surprise.
Jake silenced further protestations, his broad, rough tongue swirling and entangling with Dylan's smaller and softer one. Like magick, the spell that had bound Dylan broke, and he slipped his paws around his father's broad, muscular back and held him tight.
As their lips met, a subtle moment seemed to pass between them, the tension giving way to a warmth that enveloped the wolf and stag, bringing them even closer together. Around them, the world no longer seemed to exist - only their love and affection now existed, the sounds of their intertwined breaths growing increasingly shorter.
Dylan felt a surge of mixed emotions coursing through him - surprise, desire, and a deep longing for the wolf who held him. He responded to his father's kisses with a growing passion, his tongue meeting that of Jake with an eagerness and growing lust. A gentle breeze ruffled their fur as they embraced, their bodies pressed close, sharing their combined body heat and moment - before Dylan gurgled and shuddered - feeling himself suddenly finding his jeans growing increasingly tight.
Jake chuckled, more a deep rumble in his chest, as his paws slid downwards, then with surprising dexterous moves, undone the leather belt, then the button on the jeans - all without breaking their passionate and affectionate kissing. Awkwardly, Dylan rocked his hips, the jeans sliding down, allowing his arousal to spring fully into existence.
At a good nine inches or more, slender like a feral stag, Dylan twitched as Jake's paws gripped the slick, pinkish length and ever so gently, began a careful stroking. Dylan twitched and quivered, torn between the affection from his father - and the masturbation he was receiving at the same time.
Jake's paws, rough with callouses, were surprisingly gentle - as he grinned at his now panting son, then used the webbing between his thumb and forefinger - sliding his uppermost paw up and down so it brushed against the sensitive penile head. Dylan gritted his teeth and one cloven hoof came down with a hollow clop as he involuntarily stamped it on the porch boards.
"Easy..."
Jake growled, as he slowly moved around behind Dylan, keeping one paw working the Cervid's length with care and attention. Already, a clear, viscous fluid began to dribble from Dylan's penile head, wetting the fur on Jake's paw.
"Urgh..." Dylan gurgled, his lips curling back and upper muzzle wrinkling. "Nnngh... no... sto... stop...please..."
Jake grinned, sliding his other hand around Dylan's hips, then cupped the tightening scrotum of the stag, increasing his wrist movements, making Dylan's hoof snap down again before he squealed and his hips convulsed. With an explosive gasp, Dylan's orgasm slammed his senses, and Jake watched as powerful squirts of Cervid ejaculate shot a good seven feet through the air, before splattering on the ground, the last few squirts dribbling onto the weathered timber.
"Good, now you've gotten that out of your system - " Jake grinned and bit down tenderly on the junction of neck and shoulder on the panting, gasping stag. "You might be a doe after all that -"
Dylan, lost in the pleasure of his orgasm, couldn't find breath to answer - so he merely nodded his head, as he slapped his paws down on the railing and panted heavily.
Giving his son a few moments, Jake shook his head slowly from side to side. Going inside, he returned a few minutes later, naked as the day he'd been whelped, a small squeeze bottle in one paw.
"You going to be a good girl?" Jake murmured, as he upended the bottle and gave a little squeeze, the lube slurping out into his other paw.
Dylan squirmed and giggled weakly, still quivering from his pleasure - and his nostrils wrinkled slightly as he smelt the scent of the lube before he glanced over his shoulder and lifted his tail until the tip almost touched the bottom of his shoulder blades.
"That beautiful tail of yours, I swear - you got it from your..." Jake grunted, as the chilling lube was rubbed up and down his erection, making his pelt ripple.
Dylan playfully poked the tip of his tongue out, looking back at his father, who dropped the lube onto the chair and took himself in hand - just below his already swollen knot.
"Up - " Jake growled playfully.
Dylan rose on the tips of his cloven hooves, before he took a firm hold on the railing, his hooflets clattering with anticipation and pleasure.
"Good girl..."
Jake guided himself against Dylan, sliding his slick penile head against the quivering sphincter of the Deer before him.
"Breathe, that's it..."
Dylan drew a quavering breath, exhaling, before he twitched as Jake began to mount - at first the wolf's penis wasn't so bad, but it swiftly grew much girthier towards the middle and started to taper back off before the knot was pushed against him.
"I do love me a willing..."
Dylan hung his head, his breaths quickly breaking to a steady panting. His father gave him a moment to acclimatize himself, easing back and then inside Dylan once more - feeling the lube doing its job and relaxing Dylan's tightening anal passage muscles.
As Dylan pushed forward again - he stretched Dylan's sphincter - getting about half of his softball-sized knot inside - before dismounting again and once more resuming a sensual, considerate movement. He knew from experience, how to make love with Dylan - it was a slow, careful affair until Dylan's instincts relaxed his tense muscles - and the slick, long-lasting lube helped to ease Jake in.
"Urgh - " Dylan moaned, tilting his head backward, his muzzle flopping open and tongue lolling. "You feel so..."
This time, Jake placed both paws on Dylan's hips, and pushed forward as Dylan crept even higher on the absolute tips of his cloven hooves, and with a grunt from Jake and a gasp from Dylan - he felt himself fully mount the deer.
Jake grunted, as he tenderly pulled Dylan back, ensuring he truly was mounted fully.
Dylan's eyes squeezed closed and his hooflets scratched three gouges on the old railing, as he cautiously lowered himself back down, feeling the tightness in his rump as a dull ache - which would soon turn to warmth and then to pleasure.
"Damn...wolves - " Dylan wheezed, his tongue dribbling saliva onto the patio timber.
Jake chuckled, easing a little further and deeper again, his knot now fully expanded and tying wolf to deer for at least the next hour.
"You deer can talk..." Jake shuddered and once again, slipped his slick, lube-wet paws around Dylan's swiftly firming length. "A few moments after..."
Dylan twitched at his father's caress, almost instantly coming back to arousal as he pushed back intentionally, then moaned in delight as Jake's length probed as deep as it could - Dylan's tail twitching ever so slightly, pressed up against Jake's belly and chest.
"One more twitch - " Jake growled, as he licked the edges of Dylan's left ear.
Dylan giggled and squirmed, he couldn't help it, the pleasure of being made love to - especially someone as _gifted_as his father - threatened to turn Dylan's knees to jelly.
Jake growled and nipped Dylan's ear, making the deer gasp and instinctively push back again, which in turn made Jake groan and shudder.
"Careful, fawn - " Jake playfully panted against Dylan's ear. "I still got..."
His eyes widened, as Dylan squealed like a doe - and again he ejaculated, just as strong as before - the white fluid arcing up over the railing in another impressive release.
Jake began to tighten his grasp, using his muscular forearms to hold Dylan close, as his orgasm made his penis throb and pulse - sending his hot semen squirting up inside Dylan, who moaned in pleasure and shuddered from ears to hooves.
Dylan's weak giggle escaped his throat. "Mount, give a stag some pleasure - then it's..."
Dylan gasped as Jake pulled back threateningly, then playfully resumed licking Dylan's ear.
"You know that's not true - the knot will keep us together for at _least _an hour..."
Dylan quivered again, nodding his head and sighing softly.
"We haven't even had dinner yet - "
With a mocking laugh, Jake nibbled up Dylan's ear.
"After we shower - I'm sure an insolent, cheeky whitetail, might be able to eat a Wolf..."
Dylan's eyes widened and he looked back over his shoulder, his father's broad smirk on his lips before his tongue flicked out and licked Dylan between the nostrils and partway up the bridge of his muzzle.
"What...you think I'm..." Jake twitched again and pushed forwards, easing the growing tension on his trapped penis and making Dylan moan helplessly. "Joking? I'm not..."
Dylan blinked twice before his ears went flat and he swallowed what felt like Jake's knot in his throat.
"Oh, believe me, I don't think," Jake playfully snickered. "You'll be in much of a fit state to help with the crop harvest tomorrow... I truly want to see, if you've inherited more than your sweet mother's looks... I want to know - if you can last the distance too..."
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