Young Wolf's First Buck (drawing-based story)
I want to thank SigmaX on FurAffinity for giving me permission to write this short story based on his Young Wolf's First Buck art series, a hot collection piece of drawings where we follow a wolf and buck in the woods. It really got my creative juices flowing, so I thought it'd be fun to write a small piece. What do you think? :3
The thought of public nudity always aroused me. The idea of walking casually through the woods or on a beach, my flaccid cock swinging with each stride as the sun bore down on my wolffish fur and my tail freely wagged without feeling the sensation of clothing on me, it always fascinated me. As open as I was though, I never dared to mention this to anyone. Not even a past boyfriend. They would all call me weird for wanting to casually walk around buck naked.
For years, I never thought my kink would go beyond the world of fantasy. That was until I discovered a 'nude woods'--that was how it advertised itself--opened up in the next six counties over: Unclad Beach.
Apparently, the owner of the beach also happened to own the dense but beautiful forest surrounding it, giving residents not only the privacy (ha!) to be undressed however much they wanted, but a decent woodland trail to explore in amidst the tall trees and pine canopies.
Holy shit sign me up! I thought to myself, practically typing away to gather more info.
Weeks later, I nervously requested for vacation days from my boss (he said yes but didn't ask anything else beyond if I was going to be out of town), packed up my suitcase, booked a motel near Unclad Beach, then drove there. Once I arrived, the townsfolk seemed friendly, the restaurants wholesome and lovely, which heavily contrasted with the unashamed way I saw a group of naked and free furs walk down the trails as I parked my car at the beach. Or rather, the parking lot at the foot of the forest between me and the nude beach.
Why did I have to feel ashamed of my nudity at first? Why did I pause exiting the park's public locker room, clothes and items safely locked away, and feel like I'd just walked onto a large stage with thousands of eyes already on me? Why did I suddenly feel the need to cover my crotch with my paws when I heard a faint snapping behind me a few steps out onto the trail, only to find nobody in sight? Thankfully, after telling myself to relax and let my heartbeat calm down to a steady rhythm, I walked further into the trail leading into the forest.
The wind caressed against my bare grey fur and the songs of distant birds echoed into my perked ears. I breathed in the smell of pine and a dozen other species' scents from the recent past, some having simply waltzed through the forest or done...other things.
Walking along the pristine path with a sense of wonder and freedom, I eventually came upon a small but brightly lit meadow surrounded by a canopy of trees, and that was when I saw him, his strong back and taut, white-furred buttocks turned to my direction.
A deer. Not just any deer though, a stag. A male cervine whose size rivaled mine, but his muscular build mesmerized me on the spots, though only temporarily. When he turned in my direction towards the nature trail, my legs acted on my own and I hid behind the nearest tree. Keeping my breaths low and feeling a sudden whiplash of shame and arousal at the situation, my nose slowly peeked around the corner to see the stag hadn't come my way. Or even looked in my direction. Instead, he strolled over to a tree, his antlers tall and as proud as he looked, finally allowing me to see his emerald eyes flint from the sun, now fading behind some clouds overhead.
As the stag touched the tree trunk and glanced in the other direction, I got a closer look at him. He didn't see me yet I could see him; the perfect specimen of a male bodybuilder, someone who pushed the limits of their limbs and stamina until they became a brown-furred and white-furred Adonis. The kind of fur who could be mistaken as either a Greek statue or a sexy pornstar that everyone jerked off too.
Shit. The sight of the stag's sunlit ass got my length hardening. I couldn't look away though, and softly panted at seeing his sculpted cheeks and fluffy teardrop tail swish with the light afternoon breeze. It made me wonder what lay beneath it.
For a deer, he was impressively big (and hopefully in the other way too). Not that I had any problem with it. Far from it. Aside from my secret of loving nudism, my other kink revolved around the exotic allure of other species. In fact, a few of my past boyfriends had included felines, one near and even a dragon I still occasionally talked to online.
My betraying fingers brushed against my throbbing member, aching at the sight of that hunky, unclad deer, when his baritone voice broke through the silence.
"Are you having fun back there?" He chuckled.
My posture stiffened and my cock shriveled in embarrassment, the heat going from my shaft all the way to my warming ears and tail as it curled. There being no point to hiding, I slowly walked out with an bashful look on my muzzle.
"Ehe...uh, sorry f-for being creepy there..." I apologized feebly.
He warmly smiled, one of his eyes winking at me as they wandered downward.
"That is fine," he said, "but there's no need to cover yourself. Not here, at least."
I hadn't even noticed that one of my paws had been covering my crotch, so I shyly uncovered it and allowed my flaccid member to sway as my footpaws tapped at the soil.
"Nice dick you got there..." the stag grinned, making my blush turn bigger as he stretched his arms into the air and glanced to the tree he had just been examining earlier, "I take it you're new here, right?" When I nodded nervously, my wolfish tail still refusing to uncurl itself in the presence of another male, the nameless stag clicked his tongue, "Well, you're going to love Unclad Beach, but these woods are something else. If you go at a certain spot at the right time, you'll be lucky for a hookup or two..."
That was when I finally noticed the faint claw marks along the back of the tree, on the other side. It didn't take a college student like me to realize what had been going on against that trunk, multiple times apparently.
"So, you uh...interested in a quickie?" he smirked, a flirtatious gaze forming on the stag's expression as he turned away from me and leaned forward against the tree. His sculpted cheeks jutted outward and his tail raised upward, revealing a hint of a cervine's entrance winking at me, as well as a hefty bulge draped in the same white fur as that perfect ass, "I told my friends I wanted to hike around here before joining them, but if you like, you can come with me...after you come with me, heh."
A nervous, lustful laughed erupted from my throat. "S-Sure."
Panting with an animalistic need, fueled further by the knowledge we were both technically on private property where any other fur could walk in on what we were about to do, I didn't care. Instead, I stepped off of the nature trail and into the meadow towards the tree, eager to press my erect length between his firm, ashen cheeks and happily fuck my first buck.