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The Yearling

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

15th July, 2019 (Revised/Rewritten)

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Vicky lay on the couch, the young male whitetail lying beside her, resting his head on her lap, eyes closed in contentment as she softly stroked is laid back ears and neck, and stared absently at the fireplace, which crackled and popped as it chewed thoughtfully on the artificial logs, muttering to itself in some alien language only it knew.

Vicky was a young female anthro arctic fox, her fur a bright snow white, offset with black gloves and socks, a black tail tip and ear tips.

Palen was an 'Inteli-Pet' - genetically modified to be able to speak fluently and converse intelligently with his owner. His fur was soft woodland brown, his rump still dappled with the white spots since he was born, and the underside of his body was a pale greyish colour, with a distinctive black muzzle stripe that ran from his nose, down either cheek.

They had been friends for nearly a year - and the anniversary of their pairing was tonight. Vicky smiled, remembering the first time she had held the crying newborn fawn in her arms, him all gangling legs and those deep, mirroring pools of his dark eyes. It had been love at first sight, as she held him cradled in her arms, gazing down in to those dark eyes and holding the bottle with a paw, watching as he suckled on the warm milk she fed him. She looked down at him, his legs folded comfortably beneath him and he murred softly, nearly asleep, enjoying this close intimacy with his beloved mistress.

"Palen - " Vicky whispered, as she pet him on the cheek. "Palen - wake up."

He blinked, slowly opening his eyes and they rolled up to look at her, as he shivered and yawned, blinking up at her, a soft smile slowly touching his furred lips.

"Do you know what tonight is my love?" Vicky asked, as she cupped his chin in a paw, and held his gaze.

He paused and flicked an ear thoughtfully, as his brow furrowed and he tried to work it out.

"No mistress." He replied after a lengthy deliberation.

Vicky smiled and tapped his nose gently.

"Sweetie? I've told you to call me Vicky! I'm not your mistress. I'm your friend. A mistress is someone you obey unfailingly, and you are their servant. You are my equal my sweet - whilst we are in the confines of this residence - and as such, you may address me as Vicky." Vicky smiled, and kissed him gently on the nose tip.

He blinked again, his eyes showing his confusion.

"But when they - " He asked.

Vicky nodded. "Yes my sweet. When others come, you must obey and call them by their name, such as Master Johnathan, or Mistress Natasha. I know it sounds confusing to you my love, but the laws about your kind well don't allow you the same rights as my kind. Its very unfair, to treat a beautiful, and intelligent creature as some slave...."

Palen looked in to her eyes, then he craned his neck up and licked away the salty tears from her cheeks and nuzzled against her muzzle softly, trying to soothe her.

"Mis - Vicky...I am content - and I obey as I have been taught. Yet - am I a - " He asked.

"Yes my love - you are a slave. You're conditioned to imprint on me, and also, to obey me, however I wish. This is not life love, this is slavery. You should be allowed to choose yourself, whether you wish to obey or not." Vicky sniffled, then wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed tight.

Palen recoiled slightly, then relent to his mistresses attentions, as she realised she was accidentally choking him, and loosened her hold.

"Then I - shall be content to be such my..." Palen swallowed. "Vicky."

"No - " Vicky snarled suddenly, frightening Palen. "This isn't right Palen. You are an intelligent creature, and should have the same rights as what I and others do."

"Mistress - you're scaring me - " Palen whimpered, his ears slicking back and eyes widening.

Vicky blinked, then erfed and cuddled her sniffling stag softly, resting his head against her lightly clothed breasts, and then rocking him softly.

"I'm so sorry Palen - I did not mean to frighten you. I forget at times - how sensitive your feelings really are. However - tonight is a very special night - as it's your birthday - and also - the day we were bonded."

"My - birthday?" Palen asked, looking in to her ice-blue eyes, his own showing his confusion.

Vicky smiled and kissed his muzzle playfully, eliciting a soft murr from Palen.

"Yes my love - your birthday. The day you were born. It was a year ago this night - in a little under an hour - how I remember it.... Waiting patiently, then being given this little, sobbing ball of fur, gangling legs and those beautiful dark eyes...."

Palen gurgled - the closest he could manage to a proper laugh, as he sucked playfully on her furry fingers. Vicky giggled and waggled her fingers in his muzzle, as he sucked vigorously on them, his tail flicking back and forth happily. They played this game for some time, until Vicky tapped him lightly on the nose.

"You know my sweet, gentle stag - and you are a stag now - that things...your body mainly - have been...changing?" Vicky spoke quietly.

He blinked and nodded. "Dr. Praken told me it would - the last time he gave me a check-up."

Vicky smiled, the tips of her canines showing, as she got a predatory look on her face, which elicited a soft gurgle from Palen. He always found that funny, as they'd often play predator/prey games, with her chasing him around the house and yard, eventually catching him and roughhousing playfully together.

"I have a special present for you my sweet, loving stag. A very special present! You must promise me, that you will never tell, alright? You'll never tell Dr. Praken, or anyone. Do you understand?" Vicky asked, suddenly growing serious, her triangular ears folding back. "This must never be spoken of to others...or they'll probably take you away from me."

Palen's eyes instantly watered and he pressed himself against her, trying to snuggle in to her lap.

"Please mistress, please don't make them take me away!" He whimpered.

"I won't - I promise - but you've got to promise me Palen, that when we're done, you won't speak to anyone about your present." Vicky reassured him.

Palen whimpered and nodded vigorously, his tail slapping down and his ears drooping. Vicky smiled and cuddled him again, then rose and told him to stay. He obeyed, watching as she disappeared in to the kitchen, returning soon with a bottle and teat. His eyes widened and he looked at her questioningly.

"Mis - Vicky - I'm not a little fawn any...." He protested.

Vicky smiled and sat on the floor, then petted the spot between her legs. Palen complied, crawling from the couch and standing before her. Whilst he was a stag - he was still quite small for his age, even as a quadruped. Vicky bade him lay down, and then she turned him around and pulled him backwards. With a yelp and a momentary struggle, he blinked and fell back against her, his body coming to rest in a partially sitting position, hind legs splayed between hers, his forelegs dangling. She wriggled to get comfortable, and her shivered.

"Comfortable my love?" Vicky asked.

"Not really Vicky - " He replied. "I trust you though mistress."

Vicky held the bottle and teat to his muzzle and he nuzzled at it, and then partially turned his head to look at her.

"Go on my love - it's only the milk I used to feed you when you were younger." Vicky smiled encouragingly. "It won't hurt you."

Palen shivered and turned back around, nuzzling at the warm teat she held before his muzzle, then his eyes closed as warm, pleasant memories washed over him, as he began suckling the teat. Vicky watched him, as he drank eagerly, eyes closed in pleasure and her left paw slowly stroking his chest fur. Palen murred and his teardrop shaped tail began flicking violently from side to side, as he nestled down further against his mistress, enjoying this gentle stroking. Vicky's paw slowly slid further down his body, caressing and stroking the fine grey fur, and her claws caressed across his sheath. Instantly, Palen choked and struggled, gasping to breathe as electric shocks of surprise and pleasure tore in to him. Vicky quickly sat him up and held him as she coughed and gasped.

"Mistress!" He squealed in alarm, when he could breathe.

"Palen, shhh its alright. I won't hurt you - lie back down and I'll show you that it won't hurt, I promise." Vicky whispered, as she licked between his ears.

Slowly, Palen allowed her to lay him back down, but he refused the bottle, preferring to watch as her paw slowly snaked its way down his stomach, and her paw lightly rubbed his sheath. Again, he flinched and gasped, as the sensation of it rippled through his body.

"Oh mistress please...stop." Palen panted.

Vicky smiled, and began nibbling on an ear tip, which she knew drove Palen wild with pleasure.

"Are you really sure you want me to stop Palen?" Vicky whispered. "It gets better - much better. This is part - of your present."

Palen writhed in cervine torment, as she encircled his sheath and began teasingly stroking up and back with her black-gloved paw, as Palen began shuddering more. Pausing, Vicky pulled down some couch cushions and lay him down on his back on them, waiting until he was comfortable, his four legs splayed, and she leant down and breathed softly on to the finely furred sheath. She smiled, as Palen gasped and a small pink tip peeked from his swelling sheath. Vicky murred and crouched over it then breathed softly onto it.

"Mistress...oh...oh please mistress...." Gurgled Palen

Vicky smiled and whispered encouragingly to him, her long, bushy tail sweeping from side to side, as her gentle grasp of his sheath retracted, exposing a little more of his glistening member.

"Palen - be a good stag and quieten down." Vicky growled quietly in mock anger.

Palen gasped and tried to stifle his cries, as Vicky lipped at his trembling member, then in one swift move, pulled it up slightly, and her lips parted as she drew it into her muzzle, her hot breath against his stomach, her tongue sliding down the rapidly swelling erection. Palen rasped and choked, as he felt himself brought to full arousal by his mistress, who murred deep in her throat, as she sensuously suckled her stag.

Every downward move made Palen writhe, as her tongue flicked over and around the tip, until she buried her nose in to his soft belly fur, then tantalisingly suckled back up. Never in his wildest dreams, had Palen ever expected this - nor thought such pleasures were possible. Instinctively he tried to buck against her, but due to being on his back, he only managed a weak lunge, and Vicky instantly buried her muzzle down, as Palen shrieked and his hot seed spurted from his member, and gushed in to her mouth and throat.

"Oh mistress please don't punish me! I'm so sorry...." Palen wailed, his high-pitched voice cracked and broken. "Oh please don't send me away - "

Vicky gurgled and swallowed as quickly as she could, as more of his hot seed filled her muzzle, and she gave one last lick, before she threw her head back and swallowed again, feeling more of his hot seed spurting from his member and spattering his belly. When she could finally draw breath, Vicky gasped and coughed, then smiled and wrapped her paws around his neck and hugged him lovingly.

"Oh my stag - I'd never send you away - I had thought that you were...."

Palen was inconsolable, overcome with the rush of adrenaline that had accompanied his orgasm, but also terrified of it. Tears ran down his muzzle, as he shook with terror and post-orgasm feelings, and Vicky held him tight, and placed a paw to his muzzle.

"My stag - please do not cry. Palen - I'm not mad at you - far from it my love. You were wonderful - but a bit...sudden. What happened my lovely stag is perfectly natural for a male. Did Dr. Praken not explain it to you? What would happen?"

Palen draped his aching forelegs over her shoulder and gripped as tightly as he could, shuddering and blubbering uncontrollably.

"Palen - sweetie - shhh.... Its okay my love. That was the first time - you'd ever experienced that. It is perfectly natural to feel afraid my love - but I am unharmed...see? I enjoyed that my sweet - truly I did." Vicky soothed him, running a paw over his ears.

"I...but I thought...you were choking and I was...so scared Vicky...." Palen whimpered, as she licked away his salty tears. "I thought you were hurt...."

"I'm fine my love - I just did not..." Vicky blushed, bowing her head in embarrassment. "Expect so much...from a young yearling like yourself. Come on - I'll bath you - and give you some more milk. Is that okay?"

Palen gasped and sniffled, then nodded. As he rolled over, he tried to rise and went nose first in to the floor, as his knees turned to jelly. With a frightened squeal, he struggled and shrieked, but Vicky slapped his snout sharply, bringing him to his senses.

"Palen - easy.... You're weak because you're still under the effects of our play. Here sweetie - I'll carry you." Vicky whispered, as she knelt and gathered him in to her arms.

Palen whimpered and lay still, snuggled in her arms as Vicky rose, grunting at his weight. When she finally managed to get him to the bathroom, she laid him in the shower, and unhooked the shower-hose and adjusted it to a cooling spray, and began wetting him down. Palen lay on the tiled floor, shivering and gasping, as he still felt giddy and weak.

"Mistress - " He whispered. "Did I...I mean...did it...."

Vicky lathered him in soap, and was especially gentle, as she rubbed under his belly and along his sheath. "Sweetie - you were lovely. It was a surprise - I guess for us both - but I'm all right. To answer your question - the taste is...quite...well - it's hard to explain."

"I - is what you done - is that natural?" He asked, and then coughed as she began vigorously washing his head and snout.

"Yes and no my love. It is - a form of more...erotic...play. When you are recovered, I'll play with you more - if you like. Also - I'd like to teach you a few more things, but remember my lovely cervine - you mustn't tell anyone about what we do when we play." Vicky reminded him. "They wouldn't approve of it - and they'd take you away from me, if they knew of it - as the council doesn't allow pets too - well - to mate with their master or mistress...but it is well known, that it happens, but is kept very quiet, by both pets and owners alike."

He blinked, shaking water from his head, as he watched her bath him.

"If its wrong, why do they - " He asked.

"Sweetie - to me, and others like me - it's not wrong. Only a few of my people - and a few humans as well - love their pets enough to share themselves with them, and to share the pleasure. It was pleasant - wasn't it." Vicky replied as she lathered his ears.

Palen nodded slowly.

"Many people who own 'Inteli-Pet's bought them - because they can speak, and are intelligent. They don't really appreciate the other things their pet can offer - and what they can offer their pet in return. To me - and others like me - you are not a pet, you are my...close, loving friend, and partner. Do you understand?" Vicky sighed.

"I...I think so." He answered, and then coughed again. "I just...don't understand some parts of it though."

Vicky nodded, then turned off the shower and picked him up, and laid him down on a thick towel, then began vigorously drying him.

"Humans and anthro's - creatures like me - may mate together, without fear of the council's laws and such, but a mating between one like you - or any other 'Inteli-Pet' and the Council will take away the animal, and have it killed, and put its master or mistress in the labour camps. Hence, we keep our mating's quiet - so they don't do that to us."

Palen sobbed softly, and nuzzled her thigh gently, seeking reassurance from Vicky. She smiled and knelt down and kissed his nose.

"I promise - I won't let them take you away from me my stag." Vicky breathed. "There is much I want to teach you - if you will learn. I won't force you, and if, during our mating, I hurt or frighten you - I want you to tell me and I'll stop. I will never force you in to something you do not like."

He nodded and nuzzled at her thigh again, feeling content and reassured by her promise.

"Vicky - I...Dr. Praken told me of mating's...and showed me holo-tapes and such...but they...they were mainly animals. Is...is it wrong for me...to mate with you?" He asked, gazing up in to her eyes.

"You have already been told that my love - but our...play...is not like the animals mating. They do that to reproduce offspring, as Dr. Praken would have explained. Often, humans and anthro's, make love to each other - as a way of growing closer, and showing their love for each other. What I done, and I bet Dr. Praken never showed you - is a form of such...lovemaking. If you are willing, I would help you to understand, and teach you more - but only if you are willing to learn. I won't force your hoof if you refuse."

Gazing up in to her eyes, Palen swallowed, slicking his wet ears back, then he coughed softly and a slight smile touched the edges of his furred lips.

"If - my mistress wishes to teach me...I would...like to learn." He replied softly, and licked her paw.

Vicky smiled, then picked him up and cuddled him and carried him in to her bedroom, where she lay him down on the soft, warm bed. He blinked and murred, then lay down, watching Vicky as she slowly disrobed and let her one-piece overalls fall to the floor. She stood before him, totally naked, her paws sliding down her attractive form, his eyes widening as his newly awakened senses brought thoughts to his mind, that he'd never before imagined.

Vicky was five feet two inches tall, slender, with pure white fur, except for her black markings, and her sex was hidden beneath a creamy patch of fur, between her thighs. She smiled, posing for her young lover, and his eyes were drawn to her ample, heavy breasts, the fine, pink nipples swelling as she caressed a black gloved paw over them. He gasped softly, as she crept across the bed towards him, on hands and knees, her breasts swaying and bobbing, her tail lashing back and forth behind her as she smiled predatory at him.

"Do you like what you see my stag?" Vicky asked, as she knelt and stroked a paw lightly across her furred mound.

Palen was partially overcome with fear, but also with surprise and pleasure, as he looked at his naked mistress. He had seen her naked many times before, but until this night - he had never felt or realised he could feel such thoughts. He shuddered and moaned, eyes widening as she slowly parted the fur of her sex, revealing the glistening pink of her labia.

"Before we get too carried away - mind if I play a little more with my sweet stag?" Vicky asked, one furred finger disappearing in to that pink tunnel, and a low growl of pleasure escaping her throat.

Palen blinked and nodded. Vicky smiled, the reached under the bed and produced a long, satin ribbon.

"This may feel strange my sweet lover, but it feels so nice - I'm going to tie you on your back - but not tightly. Its what is commonly referred to as bondage - and it's a playful, gentle form of play, when done right. You do not mind?" Vicky asked him.

Palen quivered, but slowly rolled on to his back and Vicky propped him up partially, and then bound his hind ankles to opposite bed ends, and his front ankles to likewise bed ends. She tightened them, but kept them loose enough so he could easily slip free if he tried. Palen shivered and looked quizzically at the satin ribbon's binding him, then at his mistress. He blinked and shivered as she smiled and stroked a paw along his cheek, then under his nose. Instantly, he gasped, as he smelt the most wonderful scent he had ever encountered, and realised that smell was from the paw she had been stroking herself with. He gurgled and shuddered, a small pink tip of his member slipping from the sheath.

"My - my love is quite...easily pleasured?" Vicky purred, as she stroked his sheath softly. "Did you like that smell Palen?"

"Mistress - I...I don't know...I can't explain...." He panted, shivering at the feeling of helplessness, and the gentle stroking of his swelling sheath. "I - I do like it Vicky...its...nice."

Vicky smiled, then knelt over him, and slowly turned around, and looked back over her shoulder, as she raised her hips and wriggled back, so her legs were either side of his muzzle, her tail raised high. Palen blinked and sniffed under her tail, then shivered as his heightened sense of smell brought that tantalising scent to him again.

"It's alright my love - go ahead - but please remember, that like you, a female's sex is very sensitive. Be very gentle my stag." Vicky murred, wriggling her hips a little from side to side.

Palen nodded and licked his lips hesitantly, his sheath bulging as it engorged, pulling back and releasing his swelling erection. As gently as he could, he nosed softly at the creamy fur. Vicky gasped and murred louder, and gave soft mumbled words of encouragement, as Palen became more adventurous. His nose parted the fur and touched her labia, making Vicky gasp and arch her back. Palen froze, thinking he had frightened or hurt his mistress, but her low moan of pleasure convinced him otherwise.

Palen nosed against her sex again, and he softly licked, his long tongue sliding easily between the lips and in to her sex. Instantly, he gasped as his tongue conveyed a wealth of sexual pleasure to his brain, and Vicky growled in lust, pressing her hips back against her stag lover's muzzle. He didn't mind, savouring the sweet taste of her, and licking more and more enthusiastically, his tail slashing back and forth across the bed sheets.

"Oh...oh...Palen...yes my love...oh...oh...yes Palen!" Vicky screamed, her paws clenching his ankles tight, as she writhed in passion.

He licked deep and long, then blinked as Vicky grasped his swollen sheath - and a high pitched shriek of cervine torment was wrenched from his throat, as he felt her drop and her muzzle enfolded his stag-hood once again, her cold nose pressed deep in to his furred scrotum. As he writhed at her forceful suckling, he licked and nuzzled against the delicious taste of her sex, his tongue flicking across her small nub of a clitoris, and every time, Vicky grunted and bucked. Palen was soon lost in a world of oblivious pleasures, as he savoured this sensation of being suckled, but also of pleasuring his mistress.

His revelry was suddenly cut short, as he heard a soft cough from near the bedroom door, and he snapped his gaze up and shrieked in alarm, as he saw the female Gazelle standing there, her muzzle hanging open and ears slicked back in shock. A cake she had been holding fell from her nerveless paws, and Vicky gulped and looked up, then her ears slicked back and she blushed beneath her fur.

"Uhh...Palen my love...." Vicky rasped, throat sore from her suckling. "This is Jessica...my...friend. Its alright sweetie - Jessica won't hurt us."

Palen freaked, struggling and shrieking, as his brain snapped in to a primitive flee instinct, but the satin binding his ankles held him pinned down. Vicky grunted and rolled off him, then quickly grabbed him and held him tight.

"Palen, shhh...calm down my love, its alright...." Vicky breathed quickly, as she held his muzzle pressed tightly to her breasts. "Jessica is a friend - she too plays with her pet - and she won't hurt us...."

Palen convulsed and sobbed, then shuddered and slumped back down on to the pillow, watching the anthro Gazelle with wide eyes. Slowly, Palen's breathing settled back down and he whimpered, as Jessica walked over, holding out her paws to him. He sniffed them, and then looked at Vicky, who smiled and kissed his nose.

"See? She's a friend sweetie - she won't hurt us - or tell anyone about what...we were doing." Vicky murred, stroking her shivering stag's ears.

"Err - Vicky - how long have you and...Palen...been mating?" Jessica asked, as she slowly sat on the edge of the bed.

"Tonight was his first time my old friend - and let me tell you - he is very excitable...." Vicky blushed again, then took her friends paws in her own, and embraced, and then kissed her gazelle friend firmly on the lips.

Palen watched, then whimpered softly and tugged at the satin bindings. Vicky broke the kiss, then kissed Palen on the nose, and quickly untied him and helped him to roll back over. Palen nosed softly at Vicky's groin and she murred and gently tapped his nose.

"Palen my love - patience sweetie." Vicky smiled, as she stroked his ears. "I know you like it - and you're very gentle my love - but would you...I mean...if Jess is willing...."

Jessica's eyes widened and she smiled, and then held up her paws in a placating manner.

"Vicky my love? I'm more than happy to watch for the moment - lets not upset poor Palen - I nearly gave the poor stag a heart attack...and besides - I should have called first. I'm so sorry Palen - I did not mean to scare you like that."

Palen laid his head on Vicky's lap and looked up at her, and whined softly. Vicky smiled and stroked tenderly down his cheeks.

"Palen - do you mind if Jess watches us?" Vicky asked.

"No mistress - " Palen whispered softly.

Jessica sat on a chair, and watched as Vicky laid Palen back down, and she straddled him again, and took his semi-erect member in a paw.

"Palen? This will feel strange but please my love, I beg of you, do not thrust like you did before. You may do me harm my love, and I know it was your instincts, but please be careful." Vicky told him quietly.

Jessica watched, her eyes widening, as Vicky touched Palen's member to her furred mound, then slowly, she lowered herself down, sliding her stag into her sex. Instantly, Palen croaked and bucked weakly, and Vicky grunted, and pressed her paws down against his chest.

"Palen - please sweetie - please don't buck." Vicky hissed, then lunged sharply and drove herself completely down upon him.

Palen opened his muzzle to squeal in alarm, as he felt the hot folds of Vicky's sex enfold his throbbing member, and Vicky lay down on him, her furred breasts against his chest, as she nibbled at his throat, and began gently rocking. Palen gurgled and his entire body began shaking, as he strove to resist the urge to lunge.

"Oh Palen...my love...." Vicky murred, as her sex tightened around his member, locking them together.

Palen was beyond words, his mind inflamed with lust and the imagined pleasure his mistress was giving him, and he caught a glimpse of Jessica, sitting with her thighs spread, overalls around her ankles, as her paw rubbed and stroked her own sex, her head thrown back and low gurgles coming from her. Vicky slowly increased her humping against her lover, and he rested his shaking forelegs on her shoulders, and then gripped her gently.

"Palen...Ooh...yes my stag...." Vicky gurgled, as Palen became fully erect, his member pulsing and throbbing deep within her.

"Mistress...I.... I can't..." Palen grunted, as he gritted his teeth tightly, trying to stop the orgasm that was boiling in his loins.

"Yes Palen...oh...you good stag...good boy...." Vicky grunted, as she gripped his forelegs tight and began thrusting harder and faster.

"Mistress...please...I...I can't...." Palen repeated, his voice a choked cry.

"Palen...yes my stag - yes...let go my love...it...it's alright...." Vicky gurgled as she lunged down hard.

Palen shrieked, followed a second later by Vicky, as first the stag, then the arctic fox reached almost simultaneous orgasms. Vicky writhed and pressed herself down hard against Palen, whose member spurted wave after wave of his hot seed deep inside her, the warmth of it spreading like fire through her groin, her gasps of ecstasy drowned out, as Jessica reached her own orgasm, her paw pressed hard against her own sex, as she masturbated herself.

Vicky flicked back her frosty white fringe fur and licked and kissed her stag's muzzle, but Palen did not respond - he'd passed out through the exertions.

Vicky blinked and chuckled quietly, then licked her lovers cheek and carefully dismounted, a trickle of his seed dribbling down her thigh, as Jessica moved over and lifted up Palen's still twitching member, and she suckled him softly, then choked suddenly as yet another powerful ejaculation spurted in to her mouth. Eyes wide and ears slicked back, she choked and swallowed convulsively, and her tail slashing violently from side to side as she suckled Palen until he was completely drained.

Vicky looked at the unconscious Palen, then grabbed her Gazelle lover and passionately kissed her, murring as their lips locked, and she tasted the salty seed of her stag on Jessica's lips and tongue. Jessica murred deep in her throat and reached down and playfully caressed her long-time lover's sex, and then pulled her close.

"Oh - my love." Jessica purred. "I thought I'd had great sex before...."

Vicky passionately kissed her love again, silencing the gazelle's comments. They held the passionate embrace for some time, before the smaller fox broke the hold and smiled, licking her furred lips.

"Do you think he'll be alright?" Vicky asked. "I hope we didn't break him."

Jessica giggled and tweaked one of the vixen's nipples teasingly. "Hun - he's young, very gifted, and a cervine. They've got remarkable virility - or so I've heard. You will definitely have to give him more frequent 'lessons' my cheeky vixen. As for you - "

Vicky helped Jessica to move Palen to his bed, and she lay down on the bed, and Jessica smiled, then quickly tied the young vixen's wrists and ankles with the satin ribbon, and stared down at her.

"Now - my selfish little vixen - who's the predator now? Computer - lights off!" Jessica snapped, and the room plunged in to darkness.

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