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Crisp summer air was beginning to settle over the territory belonging to a young Sawsbuck. It was a fine slice of forest, complete with a relaxing little meadow and a stream both hidden well amongst the tree. The young Sawsbuck was quite proud of such a nice section of land, but he still felt sad.

Having evolved nearly one year prior to this summer's arrival he had often longed for a mate. A doe willing and able to reciprocate his desires, and overlook his tendency to remain in spring form for quite some time. The pink flowers atop his rack once filled him with shame. He tried using trees to scrape away the flowers last year, but they continued to grow back until halfway through the season. This year he did not bother, and as a result a rather impressive array of pink coated his fur and horns.

The pink that adorned his rack was no longer much of an issue this year, for the young Sawsbuck began to grow rather fond of his reflection. He would often admire himself in the slower spots of the stream. It was safe to assume a doe would not mind, especially since the most of their time together would have little to do with looking upon one another. In fact she would have to look away as he claimed her. The young Sawsbuck knew that once he had found his doe everything in his life would be alright.

He was right about this, in a matter of speaking. Finding a doe making her way through the meadow of his territory would in fact bring comfort into his life, but not at all in the way he was suspected. For when it finally did happen, it was not the doe that would make him feel welcome in his own body, but the dominant Sawsbuck male that followed who would be changing the young one's attitude.

It was midday and the young Sawsbuck was taking a drink from the stream. It was at the moment he caught wind of a nearby Sawsbuck doe. Quickly he ran off in the direction of the meadow hoping the catch her before the forest clouded her scent from him. His speedy response paid off, and he was rewarded with the image of the doe. A beautiful one as well. Even through the natural lust present during mating season the young Sawsbuck was drawn to her appearance and scent like a moth to flame.

Her beauty was almost too distracting, as the loud snort and pounding of hooves that came from nearby almost went unnoticed. The young Sawsbuck took his eyes off the doe to find his new challenger standing the perfect distance away for a charge. His attentions shifted from courtship to combat with a shake of his antlers. The rival was around his age, maybe a little older, but built a bit better and already covered in a rather luscious summer coat. Even though the young Sawsbuck could tell his opponent was a male by both scent and actions he could not help but admire the other male's coat.

Trying to ignore the strange observations he seemed to involuntarily make about the rival the young Sawsbuck stamped his feet in defiance. A competition for the female was at hand now, and he was not about to lose to some random male encroaching in his forest. The female looked back at the two males with idle interest, she was quite familiar with the displays of dominance males were obsessed with.

With the home field advantage in mind the young Sawsbuck charged eagerly at the rival who responded in kind. It hardly took a second before the clatter of dense wooden horns sounded out through the forest. A rather pronounced thud followed as the young Sawsbuck found himself on the ground, having been thrown by the rival. He looked angrily towards the rival who was walking forward. A cursory glance revealed a rather impressive set of equipment growing beneath his legs.

He was upset by this. Partially due to the size but more so due to the fact that his rival was already getting ready to mount the doe before he accepted defeat. At least that was what he assumed was the reason for the rival's arousal. It was under that assumption that he picked himself up and began walking away from the larger male. He figured the rival would allow him to march forward a ways and prepare for a second charge.

The young Sawsbuck did not figure that the larger male would bite lightly at his rump. Naturally his body submitted to the bite, and thoughts of the doe began to vanish quite eagerly. This confused him greatly, as his original reason for being in the clearing was for the doe. Not for the rival. Right? Every part of his body was now telling him just how wrong he was in that thought.

Turning his head he looked back at the rival he could not help but feel submissive. The male behind him was so much more pleasant to the senses than the doe now. This confused the young Sawsbuck, and he stiffly held his position in front of the other male. A lighter more playful bite now graced his flank, and any inhibitions he might have had now melted. He knew full well what his "rival" intended to do to him, and found himself not only willingly playing along, but enjoying every moment of it.

Splaying his legs and lifting his tail he looked for a sign that this was what the other male wanted from him. The nod coupled with a look of desire sent Butterfrees all about his stomach. Weight was felt over his rump as the dominant male assumed his proper position. The young Sawsbuck had never felt so alive as his own maleness soon unsheathed itself, spilling a slight amount of preseed onto the grassy floor.

Nibbling lightly at his ear the rival let him know just how close he was, and this was further confirmed by the slight pressure just below his tailhole. Raising his tail as high as it could go he readied himself, relaxing as best he could as the larger male brushed up against his opening. Shifting slightly the young Sawsbuck lowered his forelegs to further accommodate his new mate.

The two of them bellowed loudly as the rival deflowered the young Sawsbuck. For the slightest moment it was painful, but as half of the former rival's cock found its way inside of him pleasure began to shoot through his frame. This was far more satisfying than any doe would have been, and he found himself growing fonder and fonder of the large male above him with each and every inch. Slow and steady pressure gave way to rhythmic thrusts as the dominant male fully took advantage of his preseed slickened pucker.

Only one creature was upset by all of this. The doe, who had been so casually forgotten by both males as they continued to have their fun. Angrily she stormed off, leaving the boys to their fun. It was some time before she was out of earshot from their moans and groans of ecstasy.

Another powerful thrust from the rival evoked a whimpering cry from the young Sawsbuck. Another shot of preseed found its way onto the grass, and with a lewd slap the larger male's balls rested up against the young Sawsbuck's rump. Being hilted like that gave the submissive male quite a thrill. Blushing quite a bit now the younger Sawsbuck looked back at his rival for validation.

Straining a bit the larger male gave him just that, pulling back and rehilting the spring coated male he brushed up against a sweet spot which, when coupled with the playful lick to the side of his face, pushed the young Sawsbuck over the edge he had been brought to. Another bellow sounded out through the forest as the smaller male bucked haphazardly beneath his new mate. A small torrent of seed found itself catching his belly fur slightly as the rest made its way to the forest floor. Any and all thoughts of does now vanished from the young Sawsbuck, as thoughts of going tail up to any male that would have him became his focus.

The pleasure refused to peak there however, as another large shot of preseed allowed the dominant male to really pick up speed. Almost the entirety of his length would be pulled free, only to find itself buried deep inside the young Sawsbuck only a moment later. His body did not miss a beat, as it already began preparing itself for a second orgasm. Biting down on the lower male's ear for support the rival continued his rough but wonderful pace. The Sawsbuck bellow him had submitted so easily, and he was well aware that finding another male this submissive would be hard. Even as he felt his first time with this male coming to an end he had resolved to remain by his side.

Rhythmic thrusting gave way to haphazard jumps as the top male began to strike repeatedly at the young Sawsbuck's sweet spot. Pre seed once again found its way to the forest floor as the two males approached a climax together. Staying true to his new position in life, the submissive male spilled another load of seed to the ground. At this point he could feel the male above him tense up and hilt once again. This time however there was no pulling back, as the dominant male's larger cock emptied spurt after spurt of musky seed into the anxious male's rear. Not a drop spilled forth for several seconds as the larger buck playfully nibbled at his new mate's ears. To the young Sawsbuck it felt as though he was being thanked for such a service. As the rival began to pull out seed began to spill down his inner thigh, and he grew worried that he would soon be left alone once again.

With the clattering of hooves the larger male was no longer on him, and already he missed that feeling of submission to something so deserving of it. He closed his eyes tightly, expecting to see the male leaving him behind if he dared look back. His own body already smelled so much like that wonderful male he had been mated by it was no wonder he could not tell that the rival remained with him. Sensing his new partner's distress the dominant buck once more nibbled at the young Sawsbucks ears. He looked up at the male who had given him so much, and the larger buck seemed pleased.

Neither of them would be going anywhere anytime soon.