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This story was written for Reivan as part of my patreon request days for March. It contains M/M sex between consenting adults.

A Woodland Stroll

Robin enjoyed the peace and quiet of the woods, and thus when he awoke one weekend to find the sun beaming down and the sky free of all but the softest and fluffiest white clouds high up above, barely a breath of wind in the air, he knew he had to go hiking. The jackalope slipped on a light jacket over his shirt, slipped his phone into its pocket, and before he was even out of his front door was already lost in a world of his own thoughts as relaxing music pounded through earphones and swept away any worries or distractions that might have kept in from simply drinking in the beauty and peace of the day.

He walked for hours, starting just after breakfast and not breaking for lunch until around one. By this time he'd long since abandoned the nature trails and paths through the more well signposted and marked portion of the forest, relying on his own knowledge of the local area and the camping compass hanging around his neck to guide him back when necessary. He ate quickly, eager to get back on the trail and walk even further. Already he'd seen birds and critters of all shapes and sizes, but still he was eager to see more of the beauty and nature that the forest had to offer.

Indeed, after another couple of hours walking, upon realising that if he didn't turn back soon it would be getting dark before he was back on the paths that he could more easily follow with limited vision, it still took a little time for Robin to accept that fact. For a short while longer he kept on walking stubbornly in defiance of his own good sense, convinced that if he waited just a little longer he would see something, arrive at some spot in the forest which would satisfy him that today's walk could not possibly have gone any better. That he hadn't missed out by seeking, however unwillingly, to return back to civilisation and its trappings.

All the while music continued to pour into his ears and into his mind. Both permitting him to focus more on the world around him, and yet undeniably distracting him from the sounds of the forest. From the rustling and snapping of leaves and twigs. From the movement of mammals, the fluttering of birds and the buzzing of insects. And indeed, from the sounds of giggling somewhere behind where the jackalope was walking.

Then, suddenly, the music died.

Robin was snapped from his reverie, cursing as he realised that he was still walking deeper into the forest after what must have been at least half an hour and grabbing at his phone to check both the time and why his music had ceased to play. He cursed again as he pulled the phone from his pocket, finding it not only silent, but utterly dead. It wasn't that it was out of battery or anything like that. It had simply ceased to be active, and would not turn on again even just long enough to let him know that the battery was in fact the issue.

Pulling his ear-buds out, Robin wrapped the cords around the phone and placed it back into his pocket. He sighed. It was going to be a long walk back without any music, and no matter how beautiful the forest, he'd miss the familiar sounds of all his favourite songs playing in his ears while he walked. He looked around for a moment or two, trying to get his bearings around the large, old trees that surrounded him. When that failed he reached down for his compass, only for his eyes to widen as he peered down at it and saw the needle spinning wildly in repeated three hundred and sixty degree arcs.

It was then he heard the laughter. Soft, gentle giggles that seemed to come from all around. He span upon the spot, eyes wide, not expecting to hear another soul out this deep in the forest. There was no-one to be seen though. No-one until a hand landed upon his shoulder, and the jackalope's knees went weak.

"A-ah..."

The voice laughed again, and as Robin almost dropped to his knees his face flushed crimson, embarrassed by the sudden and inexplicable wave of what was undeniably sexual arousal as he was touched by... whatever it was that had touched him. Staggering away a step or two the jackalope turned his gaze towards the source of the laughter, and set eyes upon a creature that was both imposing and immensely lithe and soft looking all at once. It was smooth skinned, without a scrap of fur upon its body, but bore large antlers that seemed to blossom with flowers. The more he looked at the antlers indeed the more they seemed to resemble branches more than anything else. It had a muzzle, more dog-like, and in absence of fur its skin was a pale, shimmering mix of browns and earthy greens. Not like camouflage, more like... well, like mossy ground.

The figure bore a smooth torso that was slightly curved as though the tiniest bit plump, and between legs that were longer and more slender than seemed natural, ending in delicate hooves, he possessed another limb that was in its own right both slender but immensely long.

Before Robin's eyes it bounded towards him with another burst of laughter, and pressed its hands to the male's chest. He felt his heart flutter. He felt his legs weaken, and his cock twitch with undeniable lust as pleasure surged through him again. This time however the hands didn't let go and began to pull his jacket open, then to coax it down and off the jackalope's shoulders.

"Hey... a-ah... what... who are... ohh god..."

The forest spirit just kept on laughing, giggling, smiling at Robin as it undressed him, seemingly overjoyed that the jackalope was letting him. By the time his chest was bared and the spirit's fingers touched his bare flesh of course, Robin was utterly enraptured. The questions ceased, and he began to peel off his own trousers and pull the compass up and over his head, eager to ready himself for whatever delights the creature had in mind for him.

Once naked, as erect and giddy with laughter and excitement as the forest spirit itself, Robin took the smooth hand of the other creature and they began to run. To laugh as they leapt and bounded over logs and bushes, rushing through the forest together sometimes hand in hand, and other times in a more playful, eager chase. More than once he caught the spirit and pressed it up against a tree, leaning his own body in close and moaning loudly as their bare bodies rubbed together, cocks meeting and straining in unison. If sex was on the spirit's mind however it was a secondary concern, for it seemed far more eager to run and play, introducing Robin to the true freedoms that the forest had to offer.

By the time they stopped running and playing and laughing together, it was dark. Not just getting gloomy as the sun sank beyond the canopy, but properly, deeply dark.

Fireflies lit up the air around the spirit however, and Robin followed, quieter now, blushing and shivering in anticipation as he was led towards a clearing through which a small river flowed. It was there, upon a bank laden with the softest and most lush mixture of grass and wild-flowers of a dozen bright shades, that Robin and the creature fell down together. Clutching, wrestling, laughing once more, but soon descending into moans and murmurs.

The jackalope lay on his belly, his eyes wide, his muzzle open, breathless with excitement as the spirit lay over him. He felt the spirit's warmth, the heat of this free, wild and impossible being's member rubbing between the cheeks of his rear. He'd never been so ready, yet so ridiculously unprepared for anything in his entire life.

"Please."

He moaned softly at first.

"Please!"

He begged not five minutes later, wailing to the heavens and to the creature bearing down above him. And not long after that...

"O-ohhh god, please... yes!"

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Robin awoke with a moan upon his lips and a blush upon his cheeks.

The grass was soft. The wild-flowers sweet scented, and the sound of the river oh so pleasant amidst morning birdsong.

He looked up, blinking wearily, and immediately saw his clothes. They were resting upon a rock nearby, all neatly folded alongside his phone, his ear-buds and his compass.

Looking around himself, the jackalope blushed and moaned again. Now he peered more closely, he could see signs of the prior night everywhere. Strands of glistening white, still fresh and thick, clinging to blades of grass. Copious, the sign of multiple releases, each one more gloriously intense and potent than the last.

And then, as he peered around red-faced and shivering in delight at the mere memory of what had transpired, he saw the spirit.

Sitting by the river bank with its hooves dangling, splashing gently at the water.

He looked to his left. To his clothes, and the immediate suggestion that he would be returning to civilisation today.

He looked to his right. To the spirit, alone, silent, no longer laughing and delighting in the freedom and beauty of nature's bounty which he had shared with Robin the previous day.

He rose shakily to his feet. He took a deep breath, and he turned towards the river.

The forest spirit immediately giggled, and Robin's cheeks flushed brighter still as with every step he felt his cock beginning to harden anew.

By Jeeves

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