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When you are woken on a Saturday Morning at 5:32 by the sound of a phone ringing, you know that it is going to be a bad day. The harsh sounds send me into a fit, my still half-asleep brain too lazy to put the pieces together and opting to hit the panic button as it is apt to do. I stare at the phone as if it's some alien artefact which has no reason to be sitting on my bed side table until the slow gears in my mind are finally set in motion and my arm reaches to grab it.

MUM - the turquois letters on the small screen bleep. The phone keeps buzzing angrily despite my best attempts to outlast it, and like with most things, I give in. I won't bore you with the details of the call because you probably know how it went. Parents have this amazing ability to turn everything into a challenge against the decisions you make. Sure it's subtle, but they always do it. Finding every opportunity to speak Croatian rather than English just to highlight that I never made an effort to properly learn it; telling you that Mary Kindare is engaged to a nice young stallion (the guy's a dick,) just to say that I should have tried harder to keep her; asking whether I'm still seeing Jane Murray just to rub in that we broke up over a year ago and I still haven't found anyone.

I shut my eyes and let all the words wash against me but like a sea wall attempting to hold back the waves the inevitable one breaks through. Eventually reaches the reason she called; I should stay more in touch with my older brother Kev. Kev was always the star child in our family, and I always resented him for it. As we went through school he would outdo me without fail earning A+s with ease and winning scholarships, prizes, and competitions left right and centre. I, on the other-hand would rarely get above a C+, and was one of those kids who none of the teachers gave a fuck about as long as I didn't cause any trouble. In that situation you come to realise that there is no point in putting effort into school. Why work your heart out to get a B+, when you get nothing, not even a fucking pat on the back in return?

The phone at last goes silent and I resolve to call Kev even less frequently causing my muzzle to break into a smile savouring the small moral victory before I realise that I am being a dickhead and my heart sinks once again.

Have you ever tried to capture a dream? Capturing a dream is like trying to bring back someone from the dead. It never works, and it always makes you feel much worse than if you had just let them be. While strewn across the bed I spend what seems like an eternity mourning the loss of my previous dream. I can't exactly really remember what it was about, but I can remember the feeling it made in my heart, and my heart can't seem to let it go carelessly craving a feeling my thick brain doesn't know how to recreate.

I am stirred from my well of self-pity by the flashing of my clock signalling 6:00.

Time to get up.

As I heave myself off the bed, the mattress lets out a long groan making me chuckle. Maybe the mattress will miss me.

Eating breakfast in silence, I glance out the small window. I see a world full of people going about their own business, living their own lives, and wonder what the world would look like if I never existed. Would it really change anything? I'm just one stupid fur in a suburb of 20,000, a city of 4 million, a country of 22 million, and a world of 7 billion. If I were to be removed, this window would still show the same set of people living their same identical lives. Sure my parents' lives, and maybe those on my quickly diminishing list of friends would be different, but they wouldn't know it. To them the world would be perfectly fine.

I wait for a voice inside to tell me I'm wrong, but it never comes and I give up waiting.

Looking over my schedule for the day I see five houses spread over the entire city.

Fucking fantastic.

The wasted time isn't that big of a deal, but the waste of gas is slightly more problematic. Hopefully gas prices are down today.

Glancing at the clock I realise that I've still got heaps of time so I head in for a long shower. Something about the warm water cascading down my body puts me into a relaxed mood and gets me ready for the day. It also awakens another part of my body, washing my stomach and upper thighs, my paw hooves brush against my sleeping groin. Before long I'm getting pretty hard and my paw moves subconsciously towards my growing cock.

"Hello old friend..." I murmur

I show my appreciation by giving long luxurious strokes from my growing flare down to my thick medial ring. My cock certainly seems happy to see me, quickly swelling to its full size until I have to reposition it to stop it from hitting the shower wall. It's then that my mind turns away from the mechanics and toward more pleasurable things. It takes a minute or so until my mind locks onto its preferred scenario

I come home from my evening jog to see Jane Murray sitting on the steps to my block of flats and she stands as I approach.

"Why hello there Jane" I say in my most manly (fake) voice

"Oh, hi there Anton, I just thought I would come by to see how you were doing"

"Well why don't you come in?"

I feel myself drawing closer so I fast forward until things get more interesting.

We're both in my flat, my arms wrapped around her and our tongues rubbing together as we desperately try to mould our two muzzles into one. My nostrils flare inhaling the strong scent of aroused doe and I let it flood my mind. Definitely not bad. I reach down and squeeze her butt with my paws and to my surprise she does the same. I consider saying something but it feels pretty damn good so I just go with it.

Soon enough she lifts my tight T-Shirt over my head revealing a perfectly ripped stallion chest. She smiles her sexy smile and buries her muzzle in between my pectorals. She moves slowly down giving each of my abs a smooch before bringing up her small paws and unzipping my fly. She takes a long sniff of stallion scent and gives me a wicked smile.

My briefs are already becoming soaked with pre-cum and Jane extends her tongue into my fly lapping at my tented brief front making it rub against my already swelling horse cock. It was my turn to nicker and whine, every part of my body wishing that the cotton separating her pink tongue and my fleshy meat would vanish.

Jane kneels on the bed tentatively licking the pre off my drooling flare before opening wide and engulfing it in her hot muzzle

"ahhhh..... fuck that's good Jane"

She bobs her head up and down, each time burying my cock deeper and deeper inside until I can feel my flare rubbing against the back of her throat. Damn that feels good.

I move my paws over the back of her head idling playing with her ears as my body convulses in pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck ... I'm gonna cum"

And still she keeps bobbing up and down flicking her tongue over my medial ring

"NEEIGGGHH!"

Thick ropes of hot stallion seed spurt into Jane's mouth and she hungrily swallows every drop as my body spasms struggling to cope with the pure pleasure.

And then it's over.

I open my eyes and remember that it was not Jane's muzzle which enveloped my cock but rather my own paw, and it wasn't Jane who took my load but rather the cold shower wall. I watch the thick cum slowly slide down the wall, a familiar sense of remorse and loneliness seeping in and enveloping my heart.

Wiping the wall down, I turn off the shower and watch the water drain away and with it my dreams of being with someone else.

Drying off, my legs find their way to the couch without guidance, and I flick on the TV. Surfing through the channels, they're all broadcasting shitty reality shows with acting so bad it's as if the director cut out pieces of cardboard and taught them how not to act. Either that or they're all high on something because no-one in their right mind gets that excited about the opportunity to cook with lettuce.

The only channel that isn't reality TV or kids shows is SBS which is broadcasting some weird documentary about throat singing in the Upper Amazonian Rainforest. I settle on that, but as the credits roll I can almost hear all the information being shredded in my brain.

Of course while watching TV, I lose track of time and by the time I'm ready to leave I'm running over half an hour late. So much for plenty of time.

My first stop is a house in one of the leafy inner city suburbs. The place is full of mansions with walls so high they look like miniature fortresses (or not so miniature in some cases,) and my first job is no exception. Arriving at the front of the house I'm confronted with a solid stone wall protecting a medieval looking house I could swear was the set for one of the castles in Game of Thrones.

How the fuck am I meant to get in here?

I search along the fence trying to find something which at least partly resembles an entrance but after two attempts I am left completely dumbfounded. It's then that I get the terrible idea to climb up onto the fence. As I put down my tools and begin to lodge my hooves in between the stones I hear a shrill female voice

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

My head instinctively snaps left and right looking for a source, but it seems to have come from over the fence.

"Mrs Marshal? Is that you?"

A loud cracking sound emerges from the wall and I jump down expecting some sort of intricate drawbridge to be lowered but disappointingly one of the panels opens outwards. A pointed vixen head peers around the corner, but as I stride over to say hello she recoils and hurriedly begins to shut the door.

"Mrs Marshal, I'm here about a plumbing complaint, that's my van over there."

I manage to catch her just before the door closes and it slowly creaks back open. She's still not clearing the way or gesturing for me to come in so I decide to extend my paw for a pawshake. A look of disgust crosses her face as she flicks her eyes down to my paw and I quickly realise that it is still filthy from my aborted attempt to scale the fence. That being said she seems at least partly assured that I'm not here to rob her and reluctantly gestures for me to come in.

"I was told that you would be here at quarter past eight on the dot."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry about that, I got slightly held up"

"Well it's all very well for you to say that, but I have other places to be. I will be sure to mention this to your superior."

Fucking hell, just what I need.

"As you wish ma'am. So what was causing you the trouble?"

I reach forward to open the glass door, but she shrieks and half punches, half slaps my arm away. A group of three other females dash to the front of the house and of course their gut reaction is to reach for their phones. I'm caught between putting my hands up in surrender and trying to soothe the females who seem convinced that I've attacked their vixen friend.

I think one of the females actually makes it through to the police before the vixen is able to convince her she was just stopping me from putting my dirty hooves on the newly cleaned glass. I'm not sure whether that knowledge makes her more or less scared of me, but she reluctantly hangs up the phone and is ushered into the back of the house.

It turns out that all the vixen needs is someone to unblock the drain which leads from the main bathroom (apparently this house has five of them.) It's a pretty simple job, so I decide to let all the fuss about the dirt slide; I guess they're just neat freaks. The vixen makes sure to hover over my shoulder which is slightly distracting but within a small amount of time (and a not so small amount of HCl) I'm pretty certain that the blockage is gone.

"The drains seem to be emptying normally now, and I'm almost 100% sure it isn't a tree root given it's only affecting this bathroom, so I think I'm just about done."

"But I called about the stench and it still absolutely reeks in here!"

"Well, do you have any air freshener?"

"But I already tried that and the smell came right back!"

I look at her as if she's some sort of alien and consider laughing before I realise she's deadly serious.

"Well of course it did because the blockage was still there. The blockage was causing the smell."

She eyes me suspiciously before relenting and leading me back down several different flights of stairs towards the back entrance where I came in, (apparently there are also four entrances.)

"I will be complaining to your superior about your late arrival and if the stench does not go away I will file another complaint. But..." she gives me a terse smile "...I sincerely hope it doesn't come to that."

Shit, I thought she might have forgotten.

"Goodbye Mrs Marshal. Be sure to..." She closes the hidden door (as I have named it) before I finish my sentence but I couldn't really care less. I dump my tools and trusty HCl into the back and head off to the next job.

The next five jobs are slightly more complex but relatively run of the mill. Thankfully the clients seem perfectly happy to let me go about my business and I go through the motions until the job is done.

Waving goodbye to the old mouse I look at my schedule and remember my last job. I let out a long groan and bang my head against the dashboard. The last job is in the far western suburbs on the complete opposite of the city from where I live. It would take me fifty minutes to get there and at the very least an hour and a bit to get back. Eventually I lift my head and as you do, suck it up.

While driving on the freeway I decide to turn on the radio. All the stations are either broadcasting over dramatic vamped garbage or mad religious people who seem convinced that ISIS will invade Australia tomorrow, (if they haven't already.) After about five minutes I give up and sit there in silence.

Bloody hell people are crazy these days.

As I pull up to the block of units the day is starting to get on, my dashboard clock already at 4:00. I was supposed to be here at 2:30, but hopefully the owner isn't as uptight as the first. The Unit is supposedly number eight but walking around I can find every number except eight.

Why does everyone today seem to live in such secretive places?

After what seems like an hour (but probably closer to fifteen minutes) I find a steep staircase leading up the back of block and at the top is a white door which sure enough has the number eight emblazoned on it. I lean against the wall as the sound of hooves on wooden floor comes from behind the door and soon enough a cheerful, if slightly harried stag opens the door.

"Hey there, I'm Anton from the Victorian Plumbing and Irrigation Association, you called regarding a complaint with your sink?"

"Oh, hi Anton, it's a pleasure to meet you." His voice is slightly higher than mine but still definitively masculine.

He holds out his paw and I meet it in a firm pawshake before he ushers me in.

"I'm really sorry I'm this late, I got held up in previous jobs."

"Ah no worries mate, I know it's a nightmare getting out here, let alone finding this place." He gestures towards the stairs. "Sometimes it takes me ten minutes to find the right set of stairs and I've been living here for just on two years now."

"You arrived at the perfect time for me, I've just finished my work and made myself some coffee so I should be able to help you."

A broad smile has made its way across the stag's muzzle and soon enough I find myself smiling as well. He's wearing a black T-shirt which is slightly too tight but not too revealing plus a pair of shorts which allows me to see he's fit without being overly bulky (unlike me.) I can't put a hoof on it but there's something about the stag which immediately puts me at ease.

"Well I'm sure I'd appreciate your help mate."

We both chuckle at that and begin to talk about our jobs and surface level politics.

"So...onto business, what's wrong with your sink?"

"For some reason it just won't drain. I've tried putting acid down, I've tried to use a plunger, but nothing really seems to work."

"Well let's go have a look."

It doesn't take me long to realise that there is a major blockage in the pipes beneath the sink. The bathroom in this unit is absolutely tiny however, and I soon realise that I can't get close enough to the pipes to detect where the blockage is. Maybe the stag could help me.

"Do you think you would be able to get down there and put your ear to the pipe?"

"Uhhh.... It's pretty tight but I might be able to"

He gets a little too enthusiastic and practically dives into the bathroom so that he's trying to get in as I'm trying to get out. The bathroom only really fits one person and despite some pretty creative manoeuvring, it leads to the awkward situation where we get stuck with my muzzle practically buried in his chest.

Trapped in a hot, cramped space my nostrils flare and I inadvertently get my first large dose of male stag scent. At first it feels acrid in my nostrils but as more comes in and as it begins to inundate my nostrils it changes into something indescribably fantastic. Something as sweet as nectar, as sour as a lemon, as rich as honey and oh so fucking hot. It knocks me completely off guard and I shut my eyes savouring this newly found heaven letting out a needy whine.

I'm about to impulsively go in for another nosefull before my mind kicks into gear and I realise where I am. I open my eyes in horror, my eyes seeing the stag's T-shirt and snap my head back whacking it against the bathroom wall.

"Ahh.... Fuck!"

"Shit, are you alright mate?"

I slowly open my eyes and it registers that he has dislodged himself and made it past me, but what my mind focusses on however is the look on his muzzle. I don't think I've seen a more concerned muzzle in my entire life. He looks ten times more worried than my mum when I got a concussion playing footy and one hundred times more worried than when I told my first girlfriend I got fired. Soon it occurs to me that I've just been looking into another guy's eyes for about five seconds which is slightly too long to not be awkward and I hastily overt my eyes.

"Umm...I mean... it's nothing... I'm fine."

"You sure? You still look pretty dazed."

"No I'm... well.. yeah... I just feel a bit dizzy"

"Well, if you're sure... Do you want a glass of water?"

"Uh... yeah, thanks, that would be good."

I heave myself up off the floor and trot back into the crowded entrance-living room-kitchen-dining room conglomerate. I deliberately avoid eye contact with the stag as he makes me a glass of water until I decide I'm capable of not making it creepy. I try to imagine what I would think if some guy stared into my eyes for several seconds not saying anything and it hits me... he didn't necessarily look away.

"There you go... once again I'm really sorry about that."

I stop my train of thought at that station and focus on making conversation because I know I can't do both.

"Don't worry about it, I really do feel fine now."

He still looks slightly concerned though, so I try a smile. Apparently it worked because he also begins to smile and we start chatting while I finish my water. Through talking to him I think I can detect a faint Scottish accent so I decide to head for the only topic I know about Scotland.

"So.... Good result in that independence referendum, hey?"

He gives me a quizzical look and I do my best to look innocent.

"Yes, quite fantastic actually. Particularly given I'm from Northern Ireland not Scotland."

Fuck, I stuffed that up.

He's pretty cool about it though and we get into a pretty in depth talk about the situation there and our respective families. It turns out his family came here when he was fourteen. Looking outside I notice that the sky is already turning dark and I realise that it has taken me an hour and a half to finish this glass of water.

"We should probably get back to that sink."

"Haha... yeah, you're probably right."

After ten minutes of positioning, the stag is able to position his head so that he can access the pipes. Of course he doesn't know what he's doing down there, so I have to position myself so that I can at least see the pipes. Despite almost twenty minutes trying, we can only find one position where it works. Me flat on the ground looking in between his legs. It wouldn't be too bad except for the fact that I can see two perfectly muscled butt cheeks and a bulge where I can imagine a sleeping staghood.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

What's wrong with you? Just don't pay attention to them... it's not like you're gay or anything.

An icy chill reaches climbs up my body.

No... I've just... It's just been a bad day and my body's playing up.

"So, how do I know where the blockage is?"

"What? Oh... uhh..."

He turns his head around and sees me standing well back my hands clutched to my head.

"You right?"

"Yeah... I just... uhh... I just had something in my eye."

Fuck that sounds terrible, but it's also kind of true.

"Okaaay... are you happy to keep going?"

"Yeah, I think it's gone."

I take my position and try to keep my eyes from flicking up. Fuck its difficult though. Every part of my body wants a peek, most notably my hardening cock, and my conscience just can't keep up.

What the fuck is going on?

One quick look, then another, then another. At least I have the common sense not to do it while he's looking.

We eventually find the location of the blockage, about half way through the piping. I carefully instruct him on how to take the pipe apart, but he's not very good at it and it becomes pretty stressful and time consuming work. I'm considering trying something else when I smell it. The same scent from before, but this time ten times stronger.

The hard work in the stuffy bathroom has made the stag sweat, and the scent coming from his ass and cock finally overcomes the restrictive power of his pants wafting into the air. My nose right in between the two, I'm in the perfect position and my mind swims in pleasure as I take breath after breath of heaven. Thank god the stag is too preoccupied with the pipes to turn around, otherwise he would see me taking long, deep sniffs of his groin. Eventually I have to cup a paw around my muzzle and nostrils to stop myself from letting out a blissful nicker every time I inhale.

It's getting really stuffy in the bathroom and I begin to see the stag's sweat stick his T-shirt to his chest and back. His muscles aren't as large as mine, but they seem appropriate for his body type.

Fuck he looks good...

"A ha!"

I'm startled out of my trance-like state just quick enough to assume a somewhat innocent pose as he turns around a proud smile on his muzzle. I try my best to give him an encouraging smile back. Fortunately the stag is able to dislodge the blockage and reassembles the pipes while I, despite my best attempts to resist, go back to sniffing his pants.

"Finally finished!"

He straightens up and puts his paw up. I stare at it blankly for a few seconds before realising that he wants a high-five. I tentatively slap his hand, but instead of letting our hands disconnect he pulls me in for a quick man to man hug.

"Nice teamwork! Thanks for all your help mate!"

I look up at him looking for a hint of sarcasm, fully aware that I basically just sat back while he did all the hard work, but I don't detect any.

"To be honest mate, it was mostly you who did the work"

"Nah stop being modest, you've been here for almost four hours and I would have no clue what to do without you here."

Shit he's right, it's almost 8:00

"Just because I was here for four hours doesn't mean I did anything, but I'd probably better head off home. I don't want to waste any more of your time."

We say goodbye and I head for the door, starting down the stairs, but the same force which made me stare at and sniff the stag's groin now makes me turn back. Looking back at the stag's face I see the same easy smile as when we met, but I sense something else, something subtle hidden underneath. It makes me stop and turn back up the stairs. We look into each other's eyes again, but this time it isn't awkward. My heartbeat still quickens, but it's for an entirely different reason. His easy smile turns slightly mischievous as he becomes the first to break the silence.

"Forget something?"

The two of us slowly lean towards each other until I can feel his breath ruffling the short fur on my muzzle. We hesitate for a moment, me unwilling to be the instigator, before he thrusts his muzzle forward and our lips connect for the first time. A sweet, tender kiss, our different shaped muzzles nestling perfectly together, but it seems to be over before it even began. Nevertheless it still leaves us both panting and my cheeks considerably warmer.

"Want to come back inside Horsey?"

What are you doing? Run! Run! Get out of here!

My conscience is just a small ripple facing off the tidal wave of emotion and instinct coursing through my veins. I can only nod quickly as I follow him back inside.

As soon as the door falls shut behind me he lunges forward and pulls my muzzle down for another kiss, but this time there's nothing holding us back. I lean back against the door absorbing the pressure of his body as he presses his muzzle against mine. He = flicks against my obstinate lips with his tongue and after a short while I give in and open my muzzle to let him in.

His tongue laps against mine and I know that I should probably do something with my own. I try to remember what I did with Jane, but it's so long ago that I can barely remember so I just try to copy the movement of the stag's tongue. Soonour tongues are flicking together each trying to get into the others muzzle. My mind vaguely remembers something similar with Jane, but it was never this intense.

"Mmmm..."

The stag's groan reminds me to focus on the present and I begin to truly taste the unmistakable masculinity of stag saliva mixed with the faint bitterness of instant coffee. Holy shit it's amazing.

I want more. No, I _need_more.

It's my turn to press hard against him, my larger tongue easily overpowering his as it truly enters the battlefield for the first time. I lap at his tongue and the inside of his mouth desperately seeking more and more of his juice and I begin to whine in between my shallow breaths. If you would have given me a glass of the stuff I would have skulled it in one.

He eventually tries to pull away, but I reach up and hold his muzzle to mine not wanting him to take this heaven away from me and he seems happy to keep going. The only thing that is able to draw me away is my cock, now straining hard against my loose underwear and leaking, soaking not only my underwear but also my pants in pre.

We both stand there for ten seconds panting heavily trying to make up for all the lost breath in the passion of the kiss. It doesn't last for long though as I know that if I don't take off these pants soon I don't think they'll last for long. So for their sake, I escort him into the bedroom.

He unbuttons my shirt and tosses it onto the ground eagerly burying his muzzle in my chest as I give his butt a squeeze before guiding me onto the bed. I lie back and watch keenly as he unbuttons my fly and shuffles my pants and underwear over my hooves.

One paw reaches down to fondle my heavy balls and gives them a firm squeeze and I gasp and whinny as he squeezes and rubs them together. At last his second paw reaches down for my leaking flare. I can barely contain myself as I try to force him to speed things up thrusting my meat into his paw.

He seems content to go at his own pace however as he cups his hooves over the top my flare and uses his palms to rub its face. I continue to leak pre and he rubs it back over my flare slickening its face and increasing the pleasure.

"Ohhh... fuck yes Stag ahh... that feels so fucking good!"

I look down and see him give a wicked smile as if to say it gets even better. I watch as a long pink tongue extends from his muzzle and like my piss hole in between his paw digits as he continues to rub the rest of my flare. I wish I could describe to you how absolutely perfect that felt; one paw fondling my sack, the other massaging my flare as his hot fleshy tongue coaxes out load after load of pre. All I can say is that if there is such a thing as heaven, I would want it to be this for the rest of eternity.

"Shit.... That's it ohhhhh.... Fuck Stag, yessss... I'm gonna cum."

And then he stops. I let out a loud whinny and try to force his paws back into position to give me the release my entire body craves but instead he pulls me down for a sloppy kiss. Fuck, I shouldn't have told him I was about to cum.

"Please Stag, please... fucking hell... I can't wait anymore."

He gives me a playful look.

"Aww... come on Horsey... just a little bit longer... I promise it will be worth it."

I notice that he too has taken off his pants and he reaches backwards into a bedside table exposing his pink puckered tailhole. I swear he wants to kill me with pleasure. Damn it looks fucking hot. I reach in for a long sniff straight from his perfect pucker, my lips rubbing against his perineum. He gasps and pushes his ass back into my muzzle so that my nostrils rub against his tight folds.

My cock screams at me to get involved and I eventually pull back from his ass giving his well-muscled butt cheeks a tight squeeze. He comes back with a paw full of lube which he rubs up and down my pulsing horsecock as our muzzles meet once again. Thankfully he doesn't linger, and before I know it he's reaching back into the draw for another glob.

This time he reaches down for his tailhole and tentatively penetrates himself rubbing his digits around, gasping and coating the lining of his hole with generous amounts of lube. I feel slightly envious, imagining my own paws penetrating that sweet pucker, but he soon withdraws his digits and gives me a cute smile.

"All yours horsey"

That's more that all the encouragement I need and I lunge forward on the bed. I don't really have much time to decide how I want to take him, but I know that I want to be able to see his cute face when he cums so I flip him over and lift his legs into the air. I kneel behind him and, realising what's going to happen, Stag lifts his butt to be in line with my cock.

I watch him mentally prepare himself, and it's here that I hesitate. Looking at my bulging flare and his tight tail hole, I can tell that this is going to hurt for him. I slowly guide my flare to the entrance of his pucker, my flare nudging against his flesh and for the first time see vulnerability in his muzzle. I reach my muzzle down to kiss his as I little by little push my hips forward.

At first I think we've reached a dead end. His ass is all clenched up, and even as I put more and more pressure it refuses to budge. He breathes out and all at once the resistance is gone, my flare taking the opportunity to force it's way in all at once before I can stop it.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!"

He screams at the top of his lungs, his teeth biting down on my tongue, a faint taste of blood registering in my overloaded brain. Eventually his breathing slows down and he reopens his eyes, a look of unbridled lust where there had once been fear. He pulls my head down and whispers in my ear

"What are you waiting for Horsey?"

I resist my instinct to slam my hips in and slowly drive my cock forward, his hungry tailhole swallowing inch after inch. He brushes his short fluffy tail against my horsehood as it passes into his hole, and although it isn't as good as what he was doing before, it is more than enough to keep me occupied.

"Ohhh... fuck Horsey you're massive!"

I press his lips to mine and give him a small nicker for his compliment. Eventually I feel my medial ring resting against his stretched hole, and from the look on his muzzle. I can tell he feels it to.

"Get ready Stag"

I feel the muscles in his tailhole relax even further and I slowly begin to apply more pressure until it slowly is swallowed up and retreats out of view.

"Nghhhh..."

He doesn't scream this time, he just lets out a series of long moans while I nuzzle his ears and tell him what a sexy stag he is. I'm not sure how much more of the slow edging I can take and am about to give on taking him to the hilt until I feel a warm fluffy heat against my thighs. I look down and see that my thighs are nestled against his butt cheeks, my mottled horsecock is nowhere to be seen. I can't believe my eyes. This little stag has taken me up the tailhole as far as any and further than most females have ever taken me. I glance up and see a cocky, but relieved smile plastered across his beautiful muzzle. Fuck this guy's amazing.

"You ready?"

"More than ever in my life."

I start slow and then speed up the pace, thrusting in and out of the stag's beautiful, tight tailhole, up and over my medial on every stroke. He makes it look easy, pushing back against me as I slide in, and soon I'm fucking him just as hard and fast as any female. He groans and moans, his focus on taking my length rendering him unable to form coherent words, and his inner muscles contract and loosen massaging my cock as it hammers inside of him.

I mainly snort and pant as my paws rub over his hot firm chest feeling the familiar and yet surprisingly unique patterns of muscles and ridges. My hand hooves find their way up to two erect nipples, and I give them a hard squeeze eliciting a groan of approval from the stag bellow me. At least some things are the same between fems and males.

It's then that I notice a pink fleshy piece of meat sticking out from his groin. It's hard to think that I forgot that he should have a cock, but in the middle of everything, my mind tends to go into signoff mode. I tentatively grasp his staghood with a paw and test how it feels. It feels hot and surprisingly weighty for such a small cock (well at least in comparison to what I'm used to.) It's a different shape to mine, much thinner and with a pointed end. It makes my cock quiver in pleasure just looking at it. I try to imagine how I position my paw when I jerk off but it doesn't really work, so I just sort of squeeze it and move my paw up and down. I hope he enjoys it.

The overload of pleasure in my mind is making it hard to concentrate, and I feel my balls stirring for something big as I reach the point of no return

I slam my hips in for one final thrust, my cock entering into spasms of pure pleasure as I struggle to keep my knees from buckling beneath me.

"Fuck Stag... oh yeah... that's it... Fuck, I'm going to cum."

I lift my head up and let out the loudest neigh in my life as horse seed explodes out of my cock in thick ropes coating the stag's bowels in cum. This isn't any ordinary orgasm though, my cock just keeps on releasing stream after stream of seed as if I were taking a piss of cum inside the stag. I speed up my hand and after several high pitched whines I feel my hand become coated in warm stag seed just as my own cum overflows and begins dripping out of hole and onto the sheets.

My muzzle meets his in the best kiss of my life as our muzzles try to express to each other the sheer depth of our pleasure. It lasts until my cock stops spurting cum and I slowly withdraw my cock from the stag's tailhole provoking the stag's last moan before I collapse beside him on the sheets.

Panting, I take in the smells of sex and decide that it's definitely different with two males. Instead of the smell of one set of cum and another of a slightly subdued smell of aroused female, the two smells of our two sets of cum mingle and mix together in the air. It's better like this, but I can still smell myself and that's a pretty big turn off for me so I lift up my paw to my nose and take a long sniff of his seed.

Mmmmm.... Much better.

Part of my mind wonders what it tastes like if it smells so fantastic. From my memory, things which smell good usually taste good as well. My tongue stretches out almost on its own accord for a hesitant lick. It tastes salty, extremely musky and much thicker than I would have imagined, but even still it's one of the best things I've tasted. I can't really say I've tasted anything else which makes me feel horny. Soon enough I'm sucking up every last drop from my hand until I realise with sorrow that I've run out.

I glance over at the stag and see his chest coated in thick stag seed.

Perfect

I reposition myself so that I am once again between his legs, but this time with my head rather than my cock. The stag stirs from his post-sex fatigue and looks up to see me.

"Hey Horsey, I don't think my tailhole is quite ready for another go yet."

It's my turn to give him a mischievous smile as I reach my muzzle down to his abs and lap my tongue over his cute muscles. The stag reaches a paw dawn and plays with my mane while I soak up his cum until his entire chest is clean.

I guess that's it... unless.

My eyes focus on a pink shaft slowly receding into its sheath. I hesitantly wrap my muzzle around his cock and feel it once again begin to harden as I run my tongue against its base. He gasps and whines, but I realise that I'm hopelessly inexperienced and despite his moans of encouragement, the soreness in my jaw forces me to retire. Drawing my head away from his cock I realise with triumph that at least I have been able to get him to full length again and I get my first proper undistracted view of his staghood. I can't tell you how horny it makes me as it spurts pre and glistens in the soft light.

I can't push the thought out of my mind of what it would feel like to have this perfect specimen of maleness inside my tailhole. The stag seemed to enjoy having my cock in his tailhole, and surely it would feel even better with his better suited cock.

He sees me eying his staghood and raises an eyebrow.

"What chya thinking 'bout horsey?"

I move up to nuzzle his ears.

"Well, if your tailhole is too tired, we still have one more between us."

"Mmmm.... Too true... but is horsey willing to share?"

I give my answer by turning around on all fours and lifting my tail to reveal my virgin tailhole. He quickly sits up and gives me a kiss on the pucker before taking his position behind me.

I clench my eyes shut anticipating my first ever penetration as my heart matches the throbbing of my cock. I let out a surprised snort as I feel a slick stag tongue taking a long luxurious lick from the base of my balls up my perineum to my needy ass where he plants a hot kiss on my clenched pucker.

I whine as I feel the warmth of his tongue prod harder and harder, slowly spreading my tail hole and slickening its entrance. Pushing my body back hard against his invading muzzle I feel the resistance in my tensed muscles begin to fade and without warning I feel his tongue push past my sphincter. I groan and bit down hard on the sheets to stop myself from screaming at the mixture of tinging pain and pure overwhelming pleasure.

He flicks his tongue around coating my walls in stag saliva as he wedges his tongue deeper and deeper inside of me. After jamming his tongue almost all the way in, I feel it flick up against something deep inside me and all of a sudden my entire body catches fire. I turn around to the stag to warn him, but all that comes out are long moans of pleasure. By looking at him however, I can tell that this was his goal all along and he pushes himself in that last bit further to give my nut a full on lick.

My teeth rip through the sheet and I fling my muzzle back to let out an earth shattering whinny, my knees buckling as wave after wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure radiates from my inner ass to all the corners of my body. My body spasms and my cock spurts a jet of pre with every flick of his tongue until I'm a panting, groaning wreck.

Before I can even register what's going on, the pleasure subsides and I realise that he has taken his tongue out. I turn back and whine at him my body already desperately craving his tender touch and I watch as he coats his glistening staghood in lube before positioning himself behind me. I don't think I've wanted anything else more in my life than for him to stick his hot length underneath my tail and I spread my legs ready to receive him. This time I don't shut my eyes, I watch as his meat disappears into my loosened tailhole. It feels different than his tongue, a more localised and intense pressure, but it also a more localised and intense pleasure.

"Oh fuck Stag ... please... fuck me like a stud."

He responds, quickly thrusting his cock down my passage, rubbing against my nut but exploring deeper than his tongue ever could. My ass earnestly swallows every inch of his meat as if that's what it was made to do, and he reaches down to kiss my flicking ears.

"You're the stud horsey."

I try to swivel my muzzle around to kiss him but with his cock sawing in an out of me, I'm stuck where I am. Sensing the sentiment he reaches his muzzle down next to mine and we nuzzle them together as I feel one of his paws grasp my leaking horsecock. The only things I can think of are release and the pleasure burning through my veins, and I moan nonsensical fragments about how sexy he is as he does the same.

I can feel a second release my body racing towards its second release as I sense his paw speed up and a second paw reach down to massage my balls. In the avalanche of pleasure my sex talk devolves into a series of whines and moans as I look down over my chest and watch his male paw jerk up and down my cock and his pink shaft pull in and out of my rear.

The floodgates of pleasure open as I feel my cum make its way to my cock and my mind shuts down submitting to the inevitable. I let out the first roar of my life as my shaft spasms in the stag's paw and all at once spurts out an explosion of pure stallion seed over the sheets. It turns out that the scent of my seed was all the stag needed and he slams his hips forwards as I feel hot sticky stag cum flood my insides, my muscles clenching his quivering staghood. We cum together spurting in perfect union rope after rope of thick cum as he pulls at my mane and coaxes more and more out of my sack.

Like all good things, eventually it has to end and I feel the stream of cum in my ass wane and my own begin to slow. He collapses on top of me as he finishes coaxing the final drips from my cock until we're both empty and completely satisfied.

The intense heat of sex gone, my body collapses onto the bed. All the exhaustion from the day seeping into my muscles, I couldn't care less if my chest becomes coated in my own cum. I remotely feel the stag pull out of my sensitive, but now non-virgin tailhole and I let out a soft whimper, the last memory before the world turns black.

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I am awoken to a world of radiant gold and navy blue, a single ray of sunlight piercing through the gap between the blinds and through the murky darkness of the room. I let my head fall back onto the pillow and look over to my clock.

Hmmm... Not there. This pillow feels slightly weird.

My eyes snap open and my brain, finally bored of teasing me, relents and gives me the memories of last night. The smells, the tastes, the sex, and the stag, and I reach tentatively down to feel my tender tailhole, a soft gasp escaping from my muzzle.

I look to my left and sure enough I see the same stag of my memory sleeping peacefully under the covers. My cock fast asleep and the stag fully covered up, my conscience takes its chance and assumes control.

GET OUT NOW!!!

I stumble out of the bed and feel the ground for my clothes.

"Hello there Horsey."

My mind considers two options. One, accept that I've been caught and try to explain to the stag what happened last night. Two, forget the clothes and bolt for the door. Both options have their downsides. I have no fucking clue what the answer to the first one is, and something about driving for one and a half hours stark naked doesn't seem quite right.

The second one! The second one!

I inevitably go against my conscience and turn around to address the stag.

Here it goes

"Look... Patrick was it? About last ni....."

He's resting on his elbows, his eyes half lidded and the streak of sunlight across his muzzle. What really lights up his face however, is the kind, friendly smile from when we first met. I don't think I've ever seen anyone look any more majestic, more handsome, or more beautiful, male or female.

"Going somewhere?"

"I umm... well.... You see... I had to..."

He gives me that sweet chuckle of his.

"Trying to decipher last night?"

He gestures for me to come back down. I hesitantly sit down on the side of the bed, but perhaps sensing the tension, the stag reaches up and pulls me in for a long sweet kiss. His tongue flicks against mine and I remember my practice from last night doing my best to mimic him. His gentle muzzle and loving paws melt away my anger and tension but leave in their place confusion and fear.

Eventually he pulls away and sits up next to me. I bury my muzzle in his neck and begin to tear up.

"What's happening to me?"

"Oh horsey... it's okay."

He lifts up my muzzle and licks the tears from my eyes. I look into his eyes and see that same look of concern as when I hit my head but this time it's even stronger. There's no pity, no maliciousness, no cruelty, and I feel like crying even more.

"Why do I find you so.... Beautiful?" My voice is shaky, but it slowly hardens. "I'm not gay!"

"I never said you were gay horsey."

"But this is what gays do, kiss and fuck other guys."

"Not necessarily."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, having sex with males doesn't make you gay. Liking males and not fems makes you gay."

"But what's the difference?"

Now he lets out a cute laugh and pulls me in for a tight hug.

"Hey, this isn't funny!"

He gives me a big kiss on the nose.

"Oh poor horsey... didn't anybody tell you that you can like both?"

"But I'm straight! I've always been straight! I've never liked males in ... this way."

"Maybe you just never tried it. Did your mum ever tell you that the only way to find things you like is to try new things?"

I give him a warning snort

"Don't bring my mum into this. She would completely freak out if she saw me now. She'd probably send me to some sort of religious moral counsellor or something. And besides, I've seen males naked before like in the gym shower rooms and I've never felt anything."

"Not staring at guys in public showers doesn't mean you don't like males, it means you respect people's privacy."

"But if I were in a change room full of fems I would at least feel something."

He sighs and shakes his head.

"That's because you haven't had to experience it so many times in your life, it would be something new and exciting."

I decide to let the change room thing go although I'm not entirely convinced.

"Still, you're the only other male I've ever thought looks sexy."

His face softens and he chuckles to himself.

"I guess I'll take that as a compliment."

"Hey! This is serious!"

"Well, the simple question is did you enjoy last night?"

I can't really say no to that. Last night was one of the best, maybe even the best in my life, but to say that out loud is a different matter.

"I guess."

"You guess....?"

"Fine! Yes I enjoyed it. Is that what you want?"

He draws back, a hurt look on his face.

"Sigh.... I'm sorry stag, this is difficult for me... I really did have a fucking fantastic time last night."

He seems to be waiting for something so I decide to show my appreciation by pulling his muzzle in for a quick kiss, which inevitably turns into another drawn out tongue fencing match.

"I know this must be hard for you, but if you enjoyed last night and you think I'm sexy, then you have to like males. There's no such thing as straight, except for with my boyfriend."

I can tell that calling himself my boyfriend is a challenge for me to reject him, but at this point I can't be bothered. Although I hate to admit it, I really wouldn't mind having him as a boyfriend. He seems like a nice guy and it'd be better than spending another year alone.

"Why can't there be?"

A long silence hangs in the air between us as I watch him digest that question. Slowly he begins to smile and he moves forward to nuzzle my broad chest.

"If that's what you want to be, then I suppose there's nothing stopping you."

I wouldn't be too unhappy with that, I could just call myself straight for short. I guess I'm willing to forego some of my straightness if it means having amazing sex with this beautiful stag. We hop back into bed and he nestles himself against my chest while I enjoy the experience of having someone next me to wrap my arms around and cuddle, my hooves squeezing his hard back muscles.

Knock, Knock, Knock

We're both startled out of our trance, and I look to Stag for guidance.

"Fucking hell!" He whispers "I completely forgot my sister was coming over today."

"Is there any way I can get out? I certainly don't feel in the mood to meet the relatives just yet."

"Nope, that door is the only way. Are you ready for your first shot at being a boyfriend?"

"Do I have any other option?"

He laughs

"Not really, we just have to quickly get dressed."

Knock, Knock, Knock

We count seven separate sets of knocks and one phone call before the two of us are in a somewhat presentable condition. We both still reek of each other's cum however, so Stag pulls out some pine o clean and sprays us both from head to toe. My nose wrinkles, and to be honest I would prefer to smell like Stag cum. At least I'd enjoy it.

Stag heads forward to open the door and I hang behind.

"There you are Pat! I've been standing here for five minutes! Where were you?"

"Sorry Jane, we were still in bed and had to get ready."

A doe named Jane?

"We?"

"Uh... yeah... Jane, this is my boyfriend Anton."

She walks in and my eyes bug out, my jaw dropping so far that I'm almost certain that it's going to hit the floor.

What the fuck is she doing here?

I can see the same sentiment mirrored in Jane's muzzle. We can only stand there, frozen in our shock for at least ten seconds while Stag looks from one to the other, a look of complete bewilderment on his muzzle.

"Anyone want to fill me in on what this is?"

"Anton? What the fuck is this? I thought you were straight!"

I feel two sets of deer eyes piercing through my fur.

I realise I'm in pretty deep shit no matter what I say so I just decide to go with what comes first.

"I am."