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A quiet evening alone together, a rare day off for the both of them that quite happily lined up with one another through no small accident. The sun bright and warm on a summer's day, the doe prancing about in little more than panties while her husband was kind enough to wear a shirt.

True it was just a shirt.

And nothing else.

But that all too wonderfully added to his charm. Not hurt by the least with his insistence on making lunch, so that she can sit by the television and curl up on herself. Salad and fruit, a spread of dressing with grapes on the side, and a sandwich for the both of them. The doe leans up to give her love a peck on the cheek, earning a bright pink blush as her reward. A soft giggle, the woman watching her husband's ears fold back to hide the glowing flush.

When he settles into a seat she opts to scoot a little bit closer until her thighs are brushing against his. The wet smacking sounds as they both chew and swallow. She inches closer, her tail brushing against his hips, and the silky cloth of her brown and pink panties was almost as wonderful against the fur as her own touch. Almost.

Without prompt or warning she sits atop his lap and leans back, her hair ploofed just beneath his neck and her legs kicking onto the carpet bellow. A mischievous grin is both offered and instantly returned, the man's excitement all too obvious with her rump pressing down into his bare crotch.

Hey, all she had was a salad after all, and she wanted a small bit of meat in her diet. Even if not all of it went to her mouth. Warmth flooded the room from more than just sunlight in from the window, and even in the dull quiet of letting the latest commercial run they still found time to bask in each other's company.

Ding. Dong.

For a moment both sets of ears fold back at the prospect of getting up, but with a knowing sigh into each other's faces the buck and the doe both relented to the need to answer.

"That's got to be the gift I bought you"

"That's got to be the gift I bought you"

Two sets of voices played off in unison, the male's hushed and happy while the woman's is bubbly and exudes a knowing mischief. She's the first one to gasp.

"I told you, I'm supposed to be the one coming up with our surprise."

"Nuuu, your turn was last time, how many days was I molded away down there." The buck's fingertip graces along her naval in a smooth stroke. "It's my turn now, and I already saw how you kept looking for tattoo potions."

Her tongue sticks out childishly, just far enough to poke his lips.

"Well whoever's package comes first is the one we're using, and it's totally going to be mine."

Ding. Dong.

The husband grins, ears swiveling forward and his legs already starting the short trip.

"We'll find out that you were completely wrong together, then~ Because I ordered mine first." His arms wrapped around her shoulders and the doe all too quick to lean into his frame. There was no fight to answer the door, nor a mad scramble. Upon turning the latch and opening to check, his half naked form from the legs down and her mostly naked form from the waist up greeted a somewhat surprised horse.

Actually, a very familiar horse, who's eyes almost seemed unable to cope with what he was seeing.

Judging from the bulge in his pants, already straining to the point the fabric looked about to tear if given a harsh bounce, other parts of him weren't able to cope either.

"Gngght ... h-hello, um ... oh. Wow ..."

This horse, muscular and burly and tall enough that his chin reaches to the buck's antlers, showed that uncharacteristic skittishness gazing into the bare sights of two people he's already been to bed with. And he knows the full extent of just what sort of fun those who run on cartoon physics can be capable of with the right motivation.

He wore the standard uniform, pants that seemed a little bit too tight on him, and a satchel of packages slung across his shoulder. Much of it simply letters, though at least half the bag was parcel boxes in the same vein as whatever toys the two deer happened to be expecting.

All three sets of eyes look to each other, then down to the horse's crotch, before finally back to a more polite gaze into this mailman's face.

"Well honey, looks like you were right. Your package came first." The buck teases.

"Oh? But it hasn't been unwrapped yet, how can you tell it's mine?" She answers back with a sly grin.

"Well it could be for me, but I think it's a slightly better fit on a fine lady such as yourself." He waves a hand toward the confused horse in grand eloquence.

"There's nothing to it but to remove that packaging and find out for certain. Come, please, do come inside." Turning her nose up, it was all the doe girl could do to keep from bursting into a fit of giggles at the expression this delivery man had, daintily grabbing by the arm and pulling him inside.

Resistance wasn't something he seemed capable of offering, not in earnest. Everything from the shock on his lips to the lust in his scent showed this was a man trying to discern if he's dreaming, after having already decided he will refuse to wake up if this happens to be one.

The buck doesn't waste much time pulling at his belt buckle, inching down the top of his pants. The doe nuzzles her warm little face into the horse's chest and whispers up in that sultry, feminine voice.

"You can stay for just a little bit, can't you?" her blush in full force, her eyes wide and pink and sparkling in the faded shadows of their living room. Her eyelashes fluttered only a tiny bit, and the horse seemed to respond with a swoon.

But then he showcases just enough sense to actually check his watch. However much his libido was messing with him, fun and games still wasn't exactly mind control. He could have said no if he wished.

"I have ... uh ... exactly three minutes."

If he wished, being the key phrase.

No one needed further prompting to start opening things up for better access. The horse's shirt left unbuttoned, his pants gently tugged down until it was bunched up around his ankles. The doe has to stand on her tippytoes to plant a kiss on his muzzle, pulling the shoulders to lead him over toward their couch.

Food all but forgotten, the three had a more visually appealing meal right now. The buck's own kiss was directed toward the bundled up horse cock, straining against his underwear. It tasted about the same well it smelled, of lust and sweat and distinctly male dominance. The husband's shirt drapes down only far enough to cover his own erection.

"We'll have to make this quick for him, no teasing honey~" the girl teases. Sitting down next to the horse and occupying his upper half. That chest, even through the uniform, so firm and so sculpted. It was wonderful to slide her fingers over the delivery man's nipples.

"Buuuut it's your turn to do the honors my deer." The buck grins. "Why don't we both show him a good time?"

The horse, for all his pleasure, noticed the suggestive twitch of a tail this buck displayed, as if emphasizing his rear end. The wife was receiving last time and he still remembers what happened then, would the husband be offering himself now?

No words. They weren't needed for the duo who almost seemed to know exactly what the other had planned, and weren't keen on sharing with their guest before the surprise was already out. The horse wasn't complaining after all.

Her panties come off, pink and brown like a silken chocolate, planted neatly atop the horse's nose to emphasize her scent. A hard breath threatened to push it away, but this delivery man dare not try to remove it. Transfixed by the sight of that thin little woman reaching her way across his waist, planting her back against the husband's chest, and making sure to line up her own crotch with the horse's underpants.

The doe pulls her legs up to her chest and practically sits on this horse's lap, leaning back so far that it was only the buck's support which kept her from tumbling backwards onto the floor. Strong male hands reach around her shoulders and ease between the mailman's fur and his cloth, tucking under the shirt and into the underwear. A slight tug is all it takes to expose that monstrously large shaft, the balls smothered against his thighs by tight clothing and the cock itself pink and flat and almost as thick as the doe's arm.

A very surprised mailman had expected her to squeeze his hard shaft into those petite folds like last time. Instead, she aimed her hard little toes into the tip, squeezing her hooved feet through his urethra.

Pleasure unbound.

An impossible stretch, as it feels like the horse was already brought to orgasm in that instant just from the sensation of something bulging out the shaft. His penis stretched wide at the tip to accept not just one foot, but two, both cloved hooves being solid enough they might as well have been shoes.

The horse thrusts, his arms reaching down to grab at his cock, and to his further astonishment her legs slide inside up to the knees. The horse's hands now squeezing around toes and the shaft deforming, stretching, becoming a leathery soft wrapping around the feminine shape of girly legs.

"A-aah ... aaa ...." The mailman's mouth was open, but no words were coming out. His erection shot up entirely strait, enough strength behind it's girth to lift this girl's weight off the couch. And of course she slides in further.

Vagina to cocktip, her twitchy little tail tickling the mailman's underside and her waist creating a perfect, skintight hourglass shape. It no longer looked like a woman easing herself into the horse's shaft, now they were almost seamless, as if the two had become one and the girl's shape was just an extension of his girth.

The husband shows about as much mercy as she had. Bending over to kiss his wife full on the lips, his arms supporting the cock she disappeared into. And with his chest, with his lips, he pushed her further inside. Squeezing wetly, her fur sliding against the cumslicked folds and her legs now stretching out the cock behind her.

A tearing sound. The obnoxiously loud shred of seams coming undone. All could see that the underwear which faithfully kept the cock itself restrained, had now given up on trying to hold back the sheer force of girl being added to his loins.

Down, in past her waist and her tummy.

Down and down, the girl tucks her elbows into her chest and offers the most bubbly of giggles, right up until her boobs are enveloped within the snakelike shaft. Her nipples hard and pert, jabbing into the inner folds of this squishy male length and her whole body both deforming under the pressure and stretching out the accommodations.

The husband leans his face close to hers and offers a lick, wetting down the cock's underside, his wife's face, and the bulging tip of that cock all in one smooth stroke. Fur and flesh glistening in the low light, he offers a sultry demand.

"Squirm for me, I haven't had my prostate massaged in a while~"

The mailman responded with a reflexive thrust, as if he already couldn't wait to squirt out this woman into the buck's rear end. So tight and so soft, the fur of that butt was just amazingly inviting. He quietly wondered if there was enough time to melt the doe girl into cum first.

But she had other plans.

"Noooope, you can squirm if you want though!" she snags her wrists around her husband's head, tugs onto his antlers, and shimmies herself down ... while pulling him in.

Instantly the buck's nose is smothered between urethral walls and the smushed together breasts of a doe girl, warm and wet and with an overpowering smell. His horns jutted upward and stabbed into the cock walls from within, having this strange effect of forcing a tent in the pink throbbing mass. Jutting up in the clearly distinct shape of a deer's horns at what was almost certainly the wrong angle to do so.

The cock tightens around the both of them in response, his urethra opening stretched wide, wider than it ever needed to be, now accepting not just two bodies at once but also those boney tree branches atop the husband's head. Sharp points scraped against the internal passage and the wriggling increased as both of them struggled in place. Cum now welled up at the woman's feet and splurted forward into her waist, while for the husband ...

His face slides down to greet the rising bubbles of cum. The wife pulling his head and then pushing the shoulders down, his shirt sliding across her body until only the feet and waist jutted out. His nose dabbing into her cooch, and his still erect cock now flattened into the doe's face.

Everything tightened, the pools of cum washed forward to sink into the fur of both. Coating over the white cloth and staining their brown fluff. The buck's legs kicked with wild abandon and the doe woman squirmed in a deliberate attempt to wiggle out some more space for him. Gripping thighs and tugging deeper inside, her tail tickling into the edge of where cock meets balls, slowed down heavily as fur tries to twitch through tightly compacted semen.

For the mailman this was both incredible beyond imagining, a fair bit submissive, and utterly frustrating. For while the two writhing figures of warmth and softness both made it feel like he was at a constant state of ejaculation the entire time, they also served as litteral cockblockers. Filling the space so completely with their firm, easily yielding flesh that the actual sperm didn't have room to escape. It left the horse thrusting, whimpering, taking two cloven hands and squeezing at the horns as if that might make them droop down further, sliding across the length so as to feel the clear shape of butt cheeks or womanly boobs as they stretched the sensitive skin.

Kicking legs did not do very much for an effective escape, but the wife also didn't seem to want him to slide in deeper than her crotch. How would he eat her out if his face was at her feet, after all? So instead a single dainty hand reaches out past the urethral entrance and snatches onto the husband's ankles. A moaning, stuffy voice whines out.

"Do help me get him in here please" and with the horse's staggered, groaning help the other leg is forcefully folded, until the knees could be inserted inside.

Once more the entrance had to stretch wide enough to fit three people at once, and then clamp back down to press against just the two. The doe finding her own face now wrapped up between her husband's butt cheeks and a dust mop of a tail shaking down over her face, and then a pair of thighs tucked around either side of her shoulders as the folded legs were shoved in on either side.

She grins, her face right at the cock opening with fresh air and most of the control, his face down at her loins where by now he was surely having to taste horse sperm with every breath. Her legs try to spread, the feet stretching out balls behind her, and maybe catch her husband's face between meaty thighs to hold him still.

He squirmed against her and the buck's shaft kept poking into her boobs. Jabs that could not have been accidental, and were easily stopped by the exact same trick. Spreading them wide, waiting for the buck to thrust, and then clamping shut to trap his member between two fleshy mounds.

The cock squeezed tight, clearly not designed to be stretched so far by two partially folded up bodies within its length, and now attempting to return to its normal shape.

Lusty groans sounded from outside. Darkness consumed the doe as the tip of that cock closes behind her own horns. The pressure forces her husband's head to lean downward, making sure the antlers were pointed inside instead of up, and of course sliding his muzzle right between her thighs. A chin against her cunny and a nose that slights all the way past to her butt cheeks.

Tight. A squeeze, the pressure unrelenting.

Cum rises and washes, forward and back, overtaking both forms like a tide and then oozing its way back into the balls. Hip thrust rocked the two of them about, and a loud crash sounds off once the horse smashes into the floor, having fallen off the couch in his pleasure.

Both husband and wife can feel the hands sliding across them, the girl feeling a muscular grip massaging her backside from the bottom and the husband unable to shake that sensation of strong fingertips gracing his shoulders and hips from the top.

Cum submerges the both of them, finally squeezing past the doe girl and dripping into the carpet. Both have to hold their breath against the onrushing tide, expecting to be melted away and shoved forth at any moment.

"A-aah ... ggghhhaaaa" hard breathing from the horse. "J-hgnn ... o-out of time. S-so you t-two ... h-h-haaave to-gngn ... have to come ..."

The horse was ragged, gasping for breath with a smile on his face, his tongue lulling out the side of his lips and a clear steam bursting from his nose with every exhalation. He throws his head back, sits up onto his knees, and unleashes a braying scream of absolute extasy. Everything clamping down, all muscles working in unison to deliver a wave of motion, starting at the hips and bucking the cock forward.

A bubbling pressure builds and rises and releases all in that instant, the orgasm complete despite the fact his pleasure lingers, and the ejaculation forcing it's way past both obstructions to unleash a loud, physical thud when something solid is thrown against the wall. A splat and a splash, and the pleasure dies down to a more manageable thrum, still present but no longer overpowering him.

The cock drops to the floor as it starts to go limp, the horse slumps his weight down in a grinning ...

Wait ...

He looks to the wall and his grin falters. Expecting to see at least one deer, all he could see was a shirt?

Looking to his cock, already starting to grow flaccid and shrink down around the two shapes holding it taut, he could tell there was both fully solid deer tucked away inside.

A ding from his clock, informing him that he had roughly a minute before he was late for his next delivery.

The low, lusty mumblings of two deer smothered into one another and drowned in the man's cum. Every word they make and breath they take washing over the loins of their partner, between the wife breathing into her husband's tush and that same husband moaning into her cunt. Legs and wriggles and the jagged point of an antler all work to remind him that they were very much there, and very much solid.

"O-oh ... ohshot." The horse now realizes his predicament. "Okay, we've uh ... got to get you out of there. So hold tight while I start another ride."

He tries. He wastes a good long while of his less than a minute time allotment to stroke his arms up and down the length of that shaft. His pants at his knees and his underwear in shreds, desperately trying to build to another orgasm so soon past the last one. He was getting hard, especially with the frantic, moaning wriggles of two people inside the shaft. Not even the balls where they might hang down and have room to maneuver, but practically mummified against one another in the shaft itself, leaving a clear impression of both bulges worming their way into no particular direction.

It was working.

But not nearly fast enough. Thirty seconds remaining, or he'd have to be hurrying the rest of the day. And the stress wasn't helping even if the stimulation was clearly there, because every bit of stimulation just reminded him that he had something to worry about.

A gulp, a decision, and an apology.

"Sorry, sorry! So sorry, but I'm uh ... out of time. So you'll just have to stay there a l-little while longer." He stands and starts to put his pants back up in a hurry, finding some annoyance in that his cock won't fit and keeps dangling through the pant leg. Off his nose a frilly pair of used panties drifts down and lands atop the cocktip, so smooth and silky and warm.

He gulps nervously, but decides .... No one will see it, right? And besides he really needed them.

A snatch, a hasty fit, the jerky movement swinging his cock left and right so that the mostly erect member bashes against his knees or smushes into the wall. All of that stops once the wife's panties, so snug and stretchy and firm, is far too quickly tucked around the cock length. The shaft tucked between the horse's thighs and the panties pulled up to hold it in place. The all but airtight seal wrapping around the loins and clamping down, holding the cock so firmly this might as well have been bondage gear and working exceptionally to keep the shaft from swaying.

Then the pants come up, sealing both in a cloying darkness. Immobile and trapped, pressed into each other and barely able to speak, bound by both their own hug and the tightly sealed cock and the multiple layers of clothing outside. They try to speak, one after another, and the burbly mumbles soaking through waves of cum hardly make it past the uniform pants. And once the belt is buckled and everything is sealed in place, even through the strain those panties so dearly struggled with the bulge in his crotch wasn't overwhelming. Not moreso than one expects from a horse, all things considered.

The door was unlocked, and he had no trouble scooping the packages back up and leaving. The cumstained shirt left behind, there was no time to clean up the mess on the walls. The door daintily shut behind him, just to make sure nothing seemed suspicious.

Ohgod once he started walking again the arousal builds, even bound and immobile the two people inside were still warm, still full, and still wriggly against all belief. Now left to bounce around among taut fabrics and a squishy ballsack. The doe's legs kick from within, pushing out another bulge through the horse's backside, but he simply accepts this and keeps walking.

A nervous grin on his face, enjoying the sensations despite whatever else might come later, he hurries to the next delivery ...

If he could remember correctly, a lusty sheep girl with some interesting designs of her own, who always wanted him ... for .. his ... cock ...

Oh deer ...