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Ceder's Honey Mead Misadventure

Chapter One

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

9th February, 2024

All Rights Reserved.

Authors Note: Whilst this is a work of fiction, there's more truth to this tale than fiction. It's been Anthropomorphised to make it easier. It's based on real-life experience with those I -thought- were my friends...

I dedicate this story to the one -true- friend – Marcus (name changed), wherever you are my friend, for what you did for me – and with me, thank you...truly.

His hooflets clattered against the steering wheel, the rhythmic sound echoing the nervous fluttering of his hybrid heart. Ceder reached down and turned off his car, gazing out through expressionate, large brown eyes, at the humans and anthropomorphic people alike, moving and flowing around him like a stream. With a nervous sigh, he swallowed the lump in his throat and opened his car door, the heavy robes he wore swishing around his cloven hooves, that clicked lightly as they touched the pavement.

Carefully, he moved with grace and care, slipping to the side, then shutting his car door resoundingly behind him, his floppy ears hanging down the back of his head, and subconsciously drawing every sound into the overactive mind of the nervous hybrid.

Glancing over his shoulder at his best friend's residence, Ceder trembled, he couldn't help it. He felt uncomfortable, both in himself, and the expectations of meeting new people at his friend's home – invited to what Marcus, his friend of twenty-plus years – promised to be an entertaining night of food, friendship, and something else that left Ceder nervous.

Marcus – my friend with... benefits... Ceder thought to himself, as a blush manifested, turning his pale inner ears a deep pink. It was you, my friend, who welcomed a shy, timid hybrid into your life, your arms – and eventually – your bed. You showed me kindness, love, and gentleness, helping me in my time of need. With your gentle spirit and in privacy and quietness – you helped me discover my true nature. My past, the things done to me – forced – upon me, things that hurt me, made me cry, and instilled in me my fear of intimacy with another male. That which shattered my young mind and its trust in others. Your kindness helped me, showed me, made me into the doe I am today...

Those memories of that transformative moment played in Ceder's mind like a shy, skittish bird. Each beat of those fragile wings carries the weight of vulnerability and acceptance. As he stepped out onto the manicured lawn, the cool grass comforting on the frogs of his cloven hooves, he couldn't help but ground himself – an almost instinctive action, both giving and receiving in turn. His fear, stress, and anxiety drained into the ground, where it would hurt no one, and nothing, leaving him settled, focused, and more at ease. He could not help but feel a surge of gratitude towards his human friend, Marcus, who had become not only just a friend but a guiding light in this skittish hybrid's journey of self-discovery.

As the night air settled over him, chilling his large, floppy ears, Ceder took a moment, breathing in and out, his effeminate chest slowly rising and falling under his robes. His eyes focused on the warm light spilling out onto the porch, casting a welcoming ambiance. Again, Ceder took a moment to compose himself, running a hand from his nostrils and then down each ear in turn, as he contemplated the gathering he could hear in the house before him.

With a steadying breath, he made his way towards the lively party, the clattering of his cloven hooves softly muffled by the grass, then growing louder as he stepped onto the concrete porch. As he paused at the entrance, one black hooflet almost touching the doorbell, his large brown eyes slightly widened. Just as he was about to ring the door, it was slammed open with a resounding clap and a russet-furred blur leaped out and wrapped the started hybrid in a crushing hug, its brush of a tail slashing from side to side.

"Oh, you're more handsome than I was led to believe!" Came the excited, rapid-fire words.

Ceder blinked slowly, frozen like a deer in headlights, unable even to twitch – so overcome with surprise and fright, he was as immobile as a statue.

With an exasperated sigh that reached Ceder's ears, Marcus came out and gripped the fox by the nape, pulling him off Ceder like the fox was a tick.

"So mean!" Squeaked the fox petulantly. "I was just saying hello - "

"Kai, down!" Marcus snorted, turning about and giving a push on the Vulpine's shoulders, before turning back, then closing the door, as he gently took Ceder's hands in his own.

Ceder blinked, then quivered, his eyes growing larger and a miserable, frightened look swept over his face. "I shouldn't - "

Marcus, ignoring who may or may not, be watching, slipped his hands around Ceder's rump, pulling him close, and as the hybrid began to protest, silenced him by pressing his lips firmly against the furred ones. As Marcus's lips met Ceder's, the world around them seemed to fade into a hushed background. The soft, lingering kiss was a testament to their unspoken connection, a blend of familiarity and affection that went beyond mere, inadequate words. Ceder's initial hesitation melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread throughout him – helped enormously by Marcus's fingers gripping, then trailing through, Ceder's wedgelike tail.

Marcus pulled back, his eyes meeting Ceder's with a gentle reassurance.

“You don't have to be afraid, Ceder" he whispered, his voice calm and soothing.

Ceder, still caught in the intensity and unexpected greeting – blinked slowly, then nodded with a timid smile touching the edges of his lips. Their familiar touches, of Marcus's gentle hands, the quiet reassurance of his gaze, provided a safety net that caught and nestled Ceder's swirling emotions.

Marcus took Ceder's black-furred hand with a tender smile and led him inside, leaving the cool night air behind. Ceder winced before some kind soul turned down the music and dimmed the bright lights, having been warned previously of this hybrid's light sensitivity. Around them, the atmosphere was charged with energy, and Ceder blinked, feeling out of place – but drawing warmth and strength from Marcus's gentle touch.

Kai, the energetic fox who had mugged Ceder with such enthusiasm earlier, approached with more gentle humility, an apologetic look on his muzzle. “Sorry about the surprise ambush, mate. I just wanted to greet you in...well – my way."

Ceder blinked, then he reached out and lightly shook his hand and paw with Kai. “No harm done, Kai – you just...startled me."

“Startled, eh?" Kai's grin spread from ear to ear, both pricking forwards. “I always heard you deer were -"

“Kai, leave off, please." Marcus sighed gently, then shook his head. “My apologies Ceder; Kai is... everything you are not..."

“And then some!" Kai giggled, then with a flamboyant swish of his tail, went off in search of drinks.

“Come, please – relax – you're so tense, nobody here is going to bite you!" Marcus chuckled good-naturedly.

*

As the night began to unfold, Kai brought Ceder a bowl of something, handing it over gently. “Try this, is amazing – it's honey mead! I hear you deer like sweet things, so – please! Try some!"

Politely, Ceder took the bowl, holding it between his hands, before he lifted it up and sniffed at it. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent, then took a shy, cautious sip – letting the warmth and sensations of the surprisingly strong alcoholic beverage permeate his senses. With an inhalation, Ceder gasped, his mouth falling open in surprise and pleasure.

“Good, isn't it?" Kai nodded, his eyes sparkling with an unmistakable glint.

Ceder continued drinking, Kai watching with keen interest. As Ceder swallowed the last of it, he shuddered and sighed in delight.

“That's...wow. Do you know how it's made? I know its got honey in it, blue gum – I think..."

Kai rolled his russet shoulders, his brush swishing back and forth. “I got no idea, Ethan, that big, hunk of a German Shepherd over there - “

Kai gestured with a flourish, pointing towards the athletic German Shepherd in the room, dressed in a fur-hugging tank top and cropped shorts that left nothing to the imagination.

“He makes it – he's something else, isn't he? Just that – you do see it, don't you?" Kai's voice whispered slyly into Ceder's right ear, making him twitch and giggle nervously.

It's hard not to, he's definitely a male Shepherd – Ceder thought to himself.

*

Kai, noticing Ceder's reaction to his gentle breath against Ceder's ear, leaned in close, his breath like a hummingbird's wings. “Sensitive – are they?"

Ceder blushed, his inner ears growing from a pale pink, right through to a rich salmon. “Yes... very... they're a blessing and a curse..."

Wide-eyed, Kai reached up with a black-gloved paw. He nervously paused, his index finger crooked slightly. “May I?"

Ceder glanced side-eyed at Kai, before he shivered and relaxed, leaning forward and giving the curious vulpine full access to his large, floppy ears.

“Ooo," Kai panted, ever so gently caressing the velvet-like fur on Ceder's ears, tracing delicately down one side and up the other.

Ceder twitched and grit his teeth, both embarrassed and ashamed, as this vulpine instinctively seemed to know what such a sensual touch did to Ceder. With a gentle sniff, Kai blinked, then leaned in close, his breath barely felt against Ceder's ears, his mischievous grin and spark in his hazel eyes hidden.

“I won't bite you. I can smell your scent, young buck – it's almost as lovely as that honey mead, isn't it? It's alright, you're amongst friends here – nobody will do anything you don't like..."

Ceder cleared his throat, then a skittish smile quirked his lips, as he reached up and back, gently extricating his ear from the gentle touches of the fox.

“Sorry, just..." Ceder swallowed and dropped his head.

Kai, far from disappointment, persevered and gently lifted Ceder's chin, gazing into his eyes.

“You're scared – I understand, I guess you're – new – too..." he smiled disarmingly, gesturing around to the diverse gathering.

Ceder blinked, then looked again, noticing a shy, nervous young otter, looking even more out of place, sitting on the lap of a gorgeous paint stallion – the naked lap -

“Oh... oh..." he gasped, shamefully clutching his hands to his muzzle.

“That stud over there," Kai scootched closer, draping an arm over Ceder's quivering shoulder. “Is James. Bryant's the otter, don't let that look fool you; he's a sweetheart, and is right at home – you know what they say about otters..."

Ceder blinked, turning his head to look with bewilderment at Kai. Just as Kai was about to speak, lightly caressing Ceder's ear edge again, Marcus swung by and gripped Kai by the base of his brush, gently pulling.

“Down, Kai, behave yourself!"

Kai grunted, then snickered, shooting a mischievous look back at Marcus. “I wasn't doing anything..."

Marcus stared at him, then shook his head, refusing to let go of the Vulpine's swishing tail. “No..."

“Why?" Kai whined, adopting an innocent, pleading look. “do you think I should?"

Kai's eyes sparkled with an unmistakable glint, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. With surprising flexibility, Kai twisted about, pressing his lips against Ceder's right ear. The warmth of it made the hybrid blush worse.

“Just testing the waters," Kai whispered and gave a furtive lick to the edge of Ceder's ear. “can't blame me for...eeek!"

As Marcus pulled Kai back by the tail, Kai's breathless yip made eyes and ears turn in their direction, followed by chuckles and shaking of heads. The unexpected interruption left Ceder momentarily flustered, his ears shifting from salmon almost right to through crimson in color. The collective laughter and amused glances from the onlookers only intensified his embarrassment. Marcus, resolute in keeping Kai in check, maintained a firm grip on the vulpine's tail.

“I wasn't doing anything - “ Kai protested, a playful glimmer still present in his eyes.

Marcus shook his head, unyielding in his silent admonishment.

“Not yet, you weren't, - “ Came a light, fluidic voice, that caught Ceder's attention.

“Ah, dear Milo," Marcus smiled warmly. “Please, come meet my friend, Cederwyn, Cederwyn? This strapping young rat is Milo."

Milo approached, his chocolate brown and white fur resembling the delicious chocolaty drink he was named after. Walking upright, he held out a small, pale pink paw. Ceder gently took it, unable to ignore the peculiar charm of Milo, who winked and gestured expansively.

“We rats are quite prodigious in our litters," Milo laughed, his whiskers twitching, as he gestured downwards, then back up.

Ceder coughed delicately into a paw, even more embarrassed than he had been under Kai's attentions.

“Oh, I see how it is," Kai snorted, but the humor in his tone showed he wasn't really angry or offended. “Cervines like rats, but not us vulpines, huh?"

Marcus chuckled, appreciating the banter, while Milo raised an eyebrow with a curious expression, his hairless tail raising and curling lightly around Ceder's forearm, surprising him.

“You're just jealous, Kai," Milo's good-humored retort came quickly. “You foxes crumble like a sandcastle when things get tough."

Kai snorted, pinning his ears. “That's not fair – you did that thing with your tail and..."

Confused yet curious, Ceder looked from Milo to Kai, then up at Marcus, who flushed and shook his head.

*

Milo's grind widened, as he shook his head in amusement, retrieving the bowl from the couch. As he strolled away, he vanished into the dim interior. Returning moments later, he reappeared, a refreshed drink in his paws for Ceder. The hybrid accepted it with gratitude, savoring the drink as the tension and stress visibly dissipated. He reclined on the sofa, emitting a quiet sigh of relief.

“Another?" Milo enquired with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Ceder's response was a contented, “Mmm, please – they're doing wonders for me. I hope I'm not being... imposing, Marcus."

Marcus, having finally released Kai's tail, observed the scene with a reassuring smile. “Not at all my friend, not at all. Drink as much as you like. It seems honey mead agrees with you – being, well – you. I wasn't sure what I could and couldn't give you."

As Marcus spoke, Kai poked his tongue out playfully, then winced and rubbed his rump, seemingly recovering from the tail-pulling incident.

Milo, with a courteous smile and a playful wink at Kai, vanished once more. As Ceder relaxed more, the strong alcohol sanding down his resistance, Milo returned with drink after drink. Ceder eagerly accepted each one, growing increasingly relaxed and at ease with the lively gathering around him. Honey mead, Marcus had rightfully observed, seemed to work wonders With Ceder, as laughter and warmth of camaraderie filled the air.

*

“Woah..." Ceder murmured, placing the bowl down after several aborted attempts, then weakly placed a hand on his forehead. “Woo..."

Marcus blinked, concern etching his features. He sat down beside the hybrid, swiftly placing an arm over Ceder's shoulder, holding him close.

“Ceder – you're... sweating! Come on, get that silly robe off, you'll pass out from heat stress! Look at your ears, they're dripping on my sofa!"

“Uh...sure - “ Ceder giggled, slightly rocking. “Wow, I've never... felt so... so relaxed and..."

Marcus stood up, pulling the swaying cervid up with him. With gentle hands, he tenderly undid the white cord belt from around Ceder's waist. The hybrid, swaying back and forth and side to side, tried to focus on Marcus's actions through the pleasant haze of the alcohol that began to work its insidious and mysterious effects on the unsuspecting hybrid...

“Stand still - “ Marcus laughed quietly, reaching in and slipping the robe off Ceder's pale white shoulders, then peeling it off and down.

As Marcus pulled the robe away, Ceder looked down at the large, furred sheath – a gift from his feral father, then he blinked slowly, his mind no longer truly aware of what happened.

“Oh, hi..." Ceder giggled as he draped his forearms over Marcus's shoulders.

“Ceder, you okay?" Marcus's voice grew pensive and concerned for his friend and infrequent lover.

Ceder looked around, the usually skittish, worried look in his brown eyes, replaced with a startling blankness then a lustful gleam – almost like something had taken over control of the hybrid's body – any sense of self-respect and inhibitions just washed away as Ceder's last defenses vanished like a forgotten sandcastle before the merciless tide.

Marcus's heart clenched as he watched Ceder transform before his eyes. The familiarity of Ceder's skittishness had been a constant in their interactions – hardwired as it was into the hybrid's endearing charm that Marcus had grown accustomed to. Now, confronted with this altered version of Ceder, a rush of emotions flooded Marcus's mind.

Concern etched lines on Marcus's face, as he reached out, tentatively placing a hand on Ceder's wet, slick cheek. The warmth of Ceder's skin beneath his fur felt different, way hotter than normal, and Marcus couldn't shake the feeling he was witnessing a side of Ceder he'd never encountered before.

“Ceder," Marcus whispered his voice a mixture of confusion and concern. He searched Ceder's eyes, desperately trying to find a trace of the familiar gaze that had shared laughter, stories, and moments of intense vulnerability. Instead, he found a gaze that seemed detached, lost in a sensation of unknown sensations.

In that moment, Marcus grappled with a surge of his own emotions – uncertainty, protectiveness, and a shameful twinge of desire coupled with fear. Fear not only for himself but for Ceder, caught in the grip of something unfamiliar. Marcus's usual confidence wavered as he realized the true depths of his friend's altered state.

As the lustful look in Ceder's eyes replaced the natural nervousness of him, Marcus's mind raced. He questioned whether he should let Ceder proceed or intervene. The balance between respecting Ceder's autonomy and ensuring his well-being, become a delicate balance in Marcus's conflicted thoughts.

It was a moment of emotional turmoil for Marcus, witnessing the unraveling of the familiar – and the emergence of the unknown he cared so deeply about.

“I... need you..." Ceder whispered, his supple tongue licking the side of Marcus's cheek, his lips playfully nibbling at the lobe of Marcus's ear. “I need you... please? Remind me – doe I am..."

Marcus felt a flood of conflicting emotions surge within him. The plea in Ceder's voice stirred a profound sense of responsibility and care. He grappled with the understanding that in this altered state of being was something beyond Ceder's usual self, yet there was a genuine vulnerability that struck Marcus's core.

The tender gestures once filled with familiarity and mutual consent, now took on an unfamiliar and slightly disturbing edge. Marcus hesitated, torn between his desire to comfort Ceder with what he so craved and the responsibility to navigate the complexities of this moment.

“Ceder," Marcus spoke quietly, pulling the quivering hybrid close, feeling Ceder's heart against his own. “You are absolutely certain – this is what you want? I want you to speak clearly – honestly – so there's no misunderstanding."

Ceder laughed quietly, even his laugh, sounded different – carefree, devoid of the nervousness and stress – truly – liberated. Like the Marcus had taken to his bed, loved and been loved by, shared deep, intimate and private moments – was swept away by something that was almost primal in nature, lustful and needy, unmindful of the host it inhabited.

To Be Continued...