A Stag Alone
M/Solo, a Stag Alone is just a fanciful bit of doggrel I threw together because I was bored and needed inspiration - guess the old addage that a Rutting Buck is one to be afraid of...especially when he's home alone, bored, and has too much free time - and a collection of fun toys...
A Stag Alone
© Cederwyn Whitefurr
All Rights Reserved
January, 2015
Elysium lightly kissed Cederwyn on the cheek, before he smiled, the black muzzle marking on his cheeks crinkling as he leaned close and whispered into the Mule Deer's ear.
"I'll be hone in a few hours love...I need to go to work. Last night - " Elysium's voice trailed off, as he shivered, his long wedgelike tail flagging slowly. "Last night, you were a wild, dominant rutting Stag..you frightened me half to death - please do it again tonight..."
Cederwyn was oblivious to Elysium's gentle kiss, or his words - so exhausted after their wild and frenetic lovemaking, he slept the sleep of the truly exhausted - impervious to the faint scent of musk that still drifted through the air. Elysium shook his head then laughed, as he quietly pulled the door closed behind him...
*
Some time later, Cederwyn snorted and flinched, muscles he new knew existed in places he couldn't conceive of, twinging and over-firing the nerve endings. He moaned and tried to push himself up off his belly, but the energy reserves were totally tapped out, and he slumped back onto the bed with a grunt, his muzzle nearly disappearing into the soft, feather filled pillow. For several minutes, he struggled to regain any semblance of self control, before at last he rolled over onto his back and lay there, gasping and panting - chest heaving and heart thundering like he'd run a marathon.
"Got to get up - " Cederwyn mumbled incoherently, as he idly scratched at his belly and blinked, feeling the matted fur and dry, sticky semen that spattered parts of it. "Definitely..."
Cederwyn's nostrils wrinkled, his muzzle curling back in an uncharacteristic snarl, as he shuddered and felt the effects of last nights lovemaking with Elysium hit his foggy memory like a runaway steam train. Not in over a decade, had Cederwyn been capable of such an amazing performance - even the powdered antler velvet hardly worked any-more - and he wondered what strange magicks had worked their way over him - as he crawled on his paws and knees to the bathroom, blunt hooflets gouging at the door frame as he gripped it and pulled himself weakly to his cloven hooves and shivered uncontrollably.
More memories - flashes really - come to him, Elysium squealing like a maiden Doe, Cederwyn's paws wrapped around his lovers hips as he drove himself like a proud, noble and rutting feral... Shaking his head, Cederwyn staggered to the sink where his paws were covered with dried saliva and lube from the night before, the fur tore and ripped, making him cry out in pain. He frowned, looking down at them but it had only torn some fur out by the roots - not that anyone would notice it, but it still stung like a nest of angry wasps...
Cederwyn stared blearily - his eyes barely focussing as he looked into he mirror and coughed - even his tongue felt like it'd been used to sand granite - his throat ached and his mind once again played back memories - of how it had gotten so sore...
"Six times..." Cederwyn murmured, as he turned on the taps and giggled softly. "Six times I did that to Elysium...small wonder - "
Fumbling with a bowl, he filled it with the cold water, then held it in trembling paws, gulping it down and feeling it easing the dryness of his throat and tongue. Shaking his head, he fought to clear it, before stumbling back against the wall, gasping softly and shuddering.
"I'm so not equipped for this - " Cederwyn mumbled, as he staggered back to the bed, grateful that the heavy velvet curtains were still closed and he flopped onto his back, where he squirmed and sighed, before finally settling.
His nostrils could smell the scent of last nights almost bestial lovemaking - the sweet smell of the lavender candles that had burned to stubs, the more acrid smell of semen which had spattered across the rumpled sheets, and the sheets themselves, absolutely stank with sweat and the cloying scent of a male Cervine's musk.
"Mmmm..." Cederwyn murmured, as he rolled over onto his side, before he felt something long and sticky, press against his thigh. "What the..."
Twisting himself so he could reach, Cederwyn lifted the stallion toy - whilst not a large stallion by any chance - it was life-cast moulded from a American Paint Stallion and in this, is was almost as pleasurable as the real thing. Cederwyn trailed his hooflets lightly along the toy, feeling the slightly sticky texture of the silicone - his fingers tracing over the veins, ridge of the medial ring and down to the base, before a low, gasping giggle escaped his lips and he squirmed helplessly.
At slightly over fourteen inches long to the base, and three and a half at the moulded base, Cederwyn knew his own capabilities well - he'd been give this wonderful toy as an anniversary present by Elysium, years ago - but Cederwyn wasn't silly - he knew how much pleasure this toy could be - but he had to mentally prepare himself - unlike Elysium, who shared Cederwyn's love for all sorts of naughty things- but Cederwyn knew he lacked Elysium's years of being another's Doe - and the ease of which the younger Buck could mount this toy -
A low, gasping moan escaped Cederwyn's lips as his body trembled and he involuntarily bucked his hips - then gasped as he felt the long furred sheath twitch - his arousal almost instant, as his penis slid like a firm, strong piston and rubbed its sensitive bulbous head against his pale furred belly. Blushing, his long, sensitive inner ears turning a brilliant crimson, Cederwyn swallowed and giggled nervously. He didn't think himself capable - but as he lightly trailed his palm up the quivering length that twitched and made him moan in pleasure.
"Who am I to argue with what nature blessed me with..." Cederwyn giggled shyly, as he rolled over onto his right hip, paw slapping at the desk drawer, before he closed his eyes and forced his body to respond to his commands.
His paw trembled, then went restful, as it gripped the handle and pulled it open - before blindly fumbling and pulling out something with a large latex ring, then dropped that beside Cederwyn and returned once again - hooflets brushing against the bottle before managing to snag it. Cederwyn used both paws to hold his squired treasures, gazing first at the oversized condom he held - which made him giggle again. Similar things were used in the collection of horse semen - and they weren't easy to come by - but Cederwyn knew a Veterinarian who worked in a horse stud - and whilst obscure as to why this hybrid wanted them - the Veterinarian never pried, and Cederwyn never told...
Clenching the stallion toy between his pale knees, Cederwyn giggled again - his paws trembling as he slowly ran his palms up and down the firm toy, feeling its veins and he moaned softly - before he placed the tip of the condom over the head of the toy - then with well practice d rolling motion between his paws, he quickly unfurled the condom to the base of the toy, then double-checked it and nodded in pleasure and satisfaction. Using these - it made playing with toys a lot cleaner and less stressful - but Cederwyn knew their supply was getting shorter every time - and he'd need to make a special trip to the country to acquire more.
Once satisfied, Cederwyn held the squeeze bottle in two paws, holding it upside down over the toy and giving a light squeeze, watching the sticky liquid dribble down like he was pouring honey over his porridge. Using his fingers, Cederwyn ensured an even coating from slightly flared head to the base, then he nodded and threw the lube bottle over onto the far side of the bed before he gripped the toy in his paws, down near the base and climbed off the bed.
Awkwardly, Cederwyn held the toy in one paw at the base, as he knelt on the bed, folding his long pale legs beneath him - but keeping them spread apart, his cloven hooves digging into the sheets and mattress as he wriggled his hips, positioning the sticky coated toy against his rump, wedgelike tail snapping upright as he wriggled again, then carefully pressed his white furred rump downwards.
"Uhh...." Cederwyn's grunt was torn from deep in his chest, as he arched his spine inwards - muscles stretching as the toy slid a little deeper - the head of it sliding into his tight, firm rump and making him gasp.
As he paused, feeling his body violated by the firm, yet giving toy, Cederwyn's free paws clenched and unclenched as he panted heavily - before shivering and interlacing his black furred paws, rubbing them until the remainder of the lube gave them a greasy-like feel and he gently slid them down and wrapped them around his long, pale penis. Instantly, it twitched in his hands, and Cederwyn gasped as he instinctively bucked - the toy in one smooth stroke being driven almost fully to its base as the shy, timid Mule Deer shrieked and his spine cracked like a whip as his hips thrust forwards and he ejaculated in strong, violent stream - thick sticky semen launched nearly three feet from where he was - as another - then another - orgasm was ripped from his body, making him throw his head back and squeal like a maiden hind - so primal and lustful was the pleasure that had exploded from his rump - he couldn't have controlled himself if he tried.
His initial needs fulfilled, Cederwyn collapsed spinelessly back onto the bed, his body reeking of the strong, musky scent and sweat soaking through his fur, legs folded unnaturally beneath him as his back lay in the sheets - yet still his lustful desires burned like fire through his nerves and veins - as he trembled helplessly, his legs folded even further down and the toy was thrust back to its base...with the predictable result of Cederwyn shrieking and bucking again and again - more powerful spurts of his hot, sticky semen gushing forth almost without an end - falling back to splatter over his belly, thighs and the sheets - but he was oblivious, caught in the all encompassing ecstasy of this unnatural lovemaking for a Stag.
At last, he could not bring himself to another climactic orgasm if he tried, and with what little reserves of energy he had left, Cederwyn rolled himself onto his side and shuddered, sliding off the bed and forcing his aching, tender muscles to relax as he slid the toy free - moaning in pleasure. Wrinkling his nostrils, Cederwyn quickly stripped the used sheath off the toy and disposed of it, before washing and disinfecting his black gloved paws with the anti-bacterial soap, before leaving them wet and dripping, before he returned to his shared bed and crumbled like a falling tree, post-coital exhaustion smothering him under a blanket of blissfully, deep sleep...
*
Elysium returned hours later, his coat over one furred arm, weary from work and the second he opened the front door and stepped in - the paper bags fell from his limp, nerveless hands and the full scent struck him like a bullet between the eyes. He visibly recoiled, so overcome with the scent of the musk - he blinked his brown eyes and swore - he could see the stink... work forgotten, he rushed to the bedroom, seeing the rumpled and stained sheets, a few spattering across the floor and as he rolled his eyes up to the ceiling - his muzzle fell open and ears flattened as he looked at the semi-dried stalactite that dripped from the ceiling, then fell to the floor.
"Wow..." Elysium moaned...
END