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Hunter was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast when his dark furred ears twitched. The scent of his partner, Emery, drifted to him, warm and familiar. He felt the gentle slide of paws around his hips as the sleepy whitetail buck shuffled up behind him, nuzzling Hunter's well muscled back in greeting.

"What's for breakfast?" Emery murmured, his voice heavy with sleep as he cuddled closer. His eyes were half-lidded, but the love he had for his bull elk knew no bounds. Emery's fingers lazily traced down the elk's firm abdominal muscles, before slipping lower to gently caress the bulging sheath.

Hunter's breath hitched, and he let out a low grunt, the sensation stirring something deep within him. With a quick turn, he faced his younger lover, one hand cupping Emery's cheek, lifting his head up until their eyes met.

"Insolent whitetail," Hunter rumbled, a teasing glint in his amber eyes. "If you keep that up, breakfast might have to wait...."

"Oh?" Emery snickered, his fingers trailing down then back up again. "I don't know, Hunter, I couldn't eat a whole elk..." His lips curled into a mischievous smile, eyes sparkling with a playful defiance.

Hunter snorted through his dark nostrils, his eyes narrowing, but the smile on his lips betrayed his true feelings. "Oh? You had no problem last night..." His voice dropped to a soft murmur, filled with affection and a subtle hint of challenge.

Emery's eyes widened and his muzzle fell open before his inner ears blushed and he swallowed the lump in his throat, a nervous quiver of his lips betraying his thoughts.

"I thought that'd quieten you - " Hunter's deep, masculine rumble come from somewhere deep within his chest.

*

As they strolled through the sun-dappled park, the elk's antlers occasionally brushed against the low-hanging branches of an ancient oak, causing a few leaves to flutter gently to the ground. Beside him, the whitetail walked with an effortless grace, smaller in stature but equally commanding in his presence. With a soft, contented sigh, Emery leaned into the comforting warmth of his lover, their bodies moving in quiet harmony.

"This was a wonderful idea - " Emery murmured, gazing up lovingly at his lover.

Hunter's amber eyes scanned the parklands with a satisfied gleam. He guided Emery to a shaded spot beneath the oak, carefully setting down the picnic basket and opening it with a flourish.

"Ooh," Emery squealed, his eyes lighting up as he clapped his paws together. "What do you have for us?"

Hunter snorted, playfully giving his lover a gentle tap on his leathery nose. "Uh huh – good whitetail's be patient."

Emery's ears flicked in mock indignation, his muzzle crinkling into a pout. He stuck out his slender tongue and blew a raspberry at Hunter.

"Keep that up, and I'll find another use for that talented muzzle and tongue of yours," Hunter growled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. The promise in his voice was soft but clear, blending the playful banter with the deep affection they both shared. "Just see if I don't..."

Snatching up a carrot, Emery's lips enfolded it suggestively, his tubular ears swished backwards as he began to sensuously suckle on it. His gaze was only on his lover, the way the springtime sun shone on his lithe, athletic fur. The darkness of his elk features, rich like the finest of chocolate – the lighter brown like milk chocolate...

Emery gasped as he felt a gentle dabbing at his lips, then his eyes focused and he saw Hunter slowly lowering a cloth napkin. With a careful caress, Hunter plucked the carrot out of Emery's quivering fingers.

"You're drooling my love," Hunter playfully snickered. "besides, watching what you were doing with that carrot, well – we'll forgo lunch and skip straight ahead to dessert, shall we?"

Emery blushed, flattening his ears and timidly looking away.

Hunter snickered again, then began placing out delicate pastries, fruits and other cervid-specific delicacies. With kindness and love, he held up a treat, watching as Emery's mouth opened, his supple tongue curling around the tasty morsel and drawing it into his mouth.

"Mmmm - " Emery sighed, tilting his head back as the well-chewed treat slid down his slender throat, the fur rippling.

*

An hour later, their repast finished and the picnic packed away, Hunter lay back in contentment, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips.

"Definitely one of my finer efforts," Hunter mused, folding his arms behind his antlered head and gazing upwards at the drifting clouds.

He felt a gentle rustle beside him as Emery moved closer, then lay down, snuggling into Hunter's side. Emery's fingers began to trace a slow, sensual path down Hunter's chest, exploring the firm muscles beneath the fur. Each tender touch made Hunter quiver, a soft grunt escaping him as he revelled in the sensations.

"A beautiful picnic, shared with a handsome young buck – what more could I ask for?" Emery's voice carried a playful lilt, his mischievous nature coming to the fore. "You mentioned desert earlier..."

Hunter's breath caught as he felt Emery's paw encircle his sheath, the warmth and pressure causing a shiver to ripple through him. Emery's touch was teasingly deliberate, sliding downwards with a lingering motion before tracing back up to the tip. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through Hunter, his voice catching in his throat.

"Emery -- " Hunter's voice was husky, his breath uneven as he tried to find words amidst the growing pleasure. "Stop what you're..."

Emery's eyes sparkled with a mix of delight and mischief as he settled smoothly onto Hunter's chest. His furred knees framed Hunter's ribs, and his slender shins rested gently on Hunter's shoulders, creating an intimate and supportive position. Leaning forward, Emery carefully lifted Hunter's sheath, his lips grazing the tip with teasing, feather-light kisses. His eyes were alight with playful anticipation, and the warmth of his breath created a tantalising sensation.

As Emery's tender touches continued, Hunter's arousal responded quickly. Emery's tongue swirled and curled around the firming shaft, his furred fingers taking a firm yet gentle grip. The combination of warmth and pressure made Hunter's breath hitch, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips.

"Mmm," Emery murmured in pleasure, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path along Hunter's length. He nuzzled and licked with increasing enthusiasm, savouring the way Hunter's arousal filled his mouth and his nostrils with the strong musky scent of the bull elk. Emery's head tilted, allowing the sensitive tip to slid along the bony ridges of his mouth, each movement heightening the sensation and pleasure for both of them.

Hunter's instinctual response was a mix of pleasure and need, his body shivering with each skilled touch from Emery's muzzle. The intimacy of the moment deepened as their connection became a dance of mutual desire and affection, each touch and sigh a testament to their bond.

Emery continued his attentions with a rhythmic, practised touch, working Hunter over with a skilful blend of teasing and pleasure. For nearly an hour, he brought the gasping elk to the brink of release time and time again, his every slurp and touch drawing out Hunter's increasingly aroused responses. The tension in Hunter's muscles was palpable, his body quivering with anticipation as Emery's playful pants punctuated his actions.

Emery's tail flagged with excitement as he continued, his muzzle trailing teasingly close to Hunter's scrotum, the warmth of his breath causing gentle ripples against the elk's fur. Hunter's grip tightened on Emery's furred cheeks, quickly transitioning to the back of his head. Emery gurgled as his muzzle was shoved downwards and Hunter ground his hips upwards.

With one final, desperate push, Emery's efforts reached their peak. Hunter's control shattered, his release coming in powerful, uncontrollable waves. The sensation overwhelmed him, and with a low, guttural moan, he succumbed to the pleasure Emery was subjecting him to. Emery's eyes fluttered as the force of Hunter's orgasm gushed down his throat, his surprise quickly turning into a deep shudder of blissful satisfaction and passion.

As Emery came back to his senses, his eyes gradually cleared from the haze of pleasure. He glanced up, and his eyes widened in surprise. Standing nearby was a young doe, casually dressed in just a tank top. One of her ears was perked forwards, whilst the other one lay back, and her dark eyes were wide with a mix of surprise and amusement.

A gentle smile touched her lips as she observed the two lovers with an expression that was both curious and entertained. The sound of water splashing and tinkling from the water fountain she had been about to drink from, provided a light and cheerful background to the unexpected interruption.

Emery's inner ears flushed as he realised they had both been observed, his initial shock giving way to a sheepish grin. The doe's presence added a sudden, playful twist to the moment, and the gentle sound of the fountain seemed to underscore the surprising and somewhat humorous encounter.

Emery lifted his head, his breath coming in short, nervous bursts. He swallowed a few times, a shiver of surprise running through him before he let out a skittish laugh. "Uh... hi."

"Hello," came the doe's playful lily, her dark eyes twinkling with bemusement. "Please, don't let me interrupt!"

Emery, still holding Hunter's erect length, felt a mix of embarrassment and nervous laughter bubbling up. He giggled helplessly, his inner ears flushed, and then he swallowed, trying to regain his composure. With a quick, awkward roll of his shoulders, he managed a shy smile as he twisted about, then lightly slapped Hunter's sweat-slick neck, a mix of playful affection and nervousness in his gesture. His eyes darted back to the doe, who watched with a blend of amusement and curiosity before she dipped her muzzle and drank the water.

The unexpected interruption only added a layer of humour to the already intimate scene, leaving Emery caught between his lingering embarrassment and the warm connection he shared with Hunter.

"Urgh - " Hunter gurgled, panting heavily.

"Hunter - " Emery squeaked, slapping at his lover's neck again. "Hunter!"

Hunter shuddered, then twisted his head to the side, glancing side-eyed past Emery, before he blinked his amber eyes and they slowly widened, a shocked gasp escaping his lips. A flicker of recognition crossed his eyes, and he squinted as if trying to place her in his memories.

"What a minute," Hunter wheezed, still overcome from the sensual pleasures of his mate, before he shivered and his voice cleared, betraying his surprise and curiosity. "Penny? Is that really you?"

Penny's ears perked up, and her smile widened, a touch of nostalgia in her dark eyes. "Hunter? I thought I recognised your scent... not to mention something else about you! I can't believe it, it's been ages!"

Hunter's expression softened as he chuckled deeply, not a single hint of shame or guilt in his voice. "I never expected to run into you here..."

Penny playfully flicked one of her ears, her eyes dancing with warmth and recognition. "I've been good, thanks. Just back home, out for a walk and just so happened to stumble across this interesting scene!"

Emery, still flustered, glanced at Penny, then at Hunter, awkwardly twisting his upper body to look down at his panting lover. "You two know each other?"

Hunter grunted, giving a sheepish grin. "Sure do, Penny and I went to high school together. We dated for a while. Penny? This is Emery, my partner. Emery? This is Penny --"

Penny's gaze took in the young whitetail, her lips curving into a friendly smile. "Hello, it's nice to meet you, Emery. I'm glad to see Hunter finally found someone special."

Emery blushed worse, nervous and uncomfortable before he skittishly scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah, nice to meet you too, Penny."

Hunter's deep grunts of laughter only added to Emery's embarrassment, the whitetail gazing down, then back up as he smiled and gave a nervous giggle. After a moment, Penny made a off-handed gesture, and with the mutual consent of both deer, she gently sat herself down, folding her pale brown legs beside herself.

“So – “ Penny chuckled, a light-hearted smile touching her lips. “He's quite a buck, isn't he?”

Hunter let out a quiet snicker, clearly amused by the situation. Emery, however, felt his ears flush a deep red as his ears flattened against his head. He looked away, nervously twitching as he tried to find the right words. Finally, he managed to offer up a weak, “Yes, yes he is...”

Penny's warm laughter filled the air, her easy acceptance of the situation reflecting the open nature of their society. Emery, still flustered, couldn't help but smile despite his embarrassment, feeling his tension ease as Penny's playful demeanour made it clear there was no judgment, only understanding.

As the three of them continued to chat, Emery's restlessness became more apparent. He carefully climbed off Hunter, then shook himself and sat back down, clutching his furred knees to his chest and resting his head on his knees. His eyes flickered between Hunter and Penny, and his usual, composed demeanour slowly began to show signs of tension. The subtle, sweet scent of Emery's scent – despite his desperate urges to suppress it – began to draw attention.

Hunter's sensitive nostrils twitched, picking up Emery's unspoken needs. His amber eyes softened with understanding, and a playful smile touched the corners of his dark lips. Leaning closer to Penny, he whispered something into her ear, his deep voice barely audible to Emery.

Penny's ears twitched, and a rosy blush crept into them as she listened to Hunter's suggestion. Her wide eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and amusement, and a soft giggle escaped her lips. She turned her gaze to Hunter, who gave her a reassuring nod, then looked back at Emery, her expression warm and inviting.

Her sweet smile spread slowly from one ear to the other, her eyes twinkling with the playful and accepting nature that characterised their society. Penny stepped closer to Emery, her presence gentle and comforting as if to say, through her body language, it's okay, I understand.

Emery, feeling the tension begin to lift, met Penny's gaze. Her smile was like a soothing balm to his frazzled nerves, and he couldn't help but return it, albeit shyly. They had a connection between them, that surpassed their mutual species, even surpassed the normal instincts of buck and doe.

Hunter, watching the interaction with a knowing smile, felt a deep sense of contentment. He knew that in their world, pleasure and comfort were given freely and shared, and seeing Emery's needs acknowledged and accepted, filled him with a warmth surpassing that of his love for his mate.

“Emery,” Hunter smiled, as he nuzzled his lover's cheek, soothing the increasingly nervous young buck. “Penny and I would like, with your consent, to help you with your repressed urges.”

“I'm not sure - “ Emery nervously laughed, glancing between Penny and Hunter. “I know that our – well – it's what makes us, well, us.”

“Pleasure freely given and without regret!” Penny nodded. “Now, shall we?”

Emery swallowed the forming lump in his throat, nervously clicking his hooflets together, as he exchanged a glance with Hunter, who smiled and kissed his lover on the side of the head.

*

Around them, the air was thick with anticipation as Penny knelt before the two stags, her paws gently cradling their erect lengths. Her eyes, filled with warmth and intent, moved from the thick, impressive penis of the elk, to the slender, slightly curved and much smaller whitetail. A playful smile graced her lips and her teardrop-like tail began to slowly flutter from side to side in anticipation. Emery's heart raced as he watched her, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He had never been with a doe before, and the very thought made his nerves flare within him. Yet, beneath the nervousness, a primal need stirred within him, begging to be unleashed.

Hunter stood beside him, his breath heavy with arousal and lust. He could sense Emery's tension, but he remained silent, trusting his younger lover to navigate his own desires. Penny's gaze flicked up to Emery, her eyes twinkling with a knowing glint – a hint of mischievousness that mirrored his own. She suspected his inexperience, the way one cloven hoof would twitch on the ground, the way his hands trembled ever so slightly, the way his breath hitched as she gently wrapped her fingers around his penis.

Her voice soft and inviting broke the silence. “Who will succumb first, I wonder?” She asked playfully, her fingers stroking both stags in a slow, deliberate movement. “Will it be Hunter, who knows his lover so well... or you, Emery, his devoted mate and companion?”

Emery's throat tightened, his instincts warring with his hesitation. His body was alight with primal urges, impulsive and powerful. Every stroke of Penny's paws sent shivers down his spine. He wanted to hold back, to keep his control, but the primal urge was too strong. His instincts screamed at him to give him, to surrender to the moment, to finally experience the pleasure his own paws could never truly bring him.

Hunter's deep voice rumbled beside him, a low, comforting sound. “It's alright, Emery,” he whispered, leaning closer so his breath tickled Emery's ear. “There's nothing to fear. Just let go...”

Those words, coupled with Hunter's scent, Penny's gentle caresses and Emery's own instincts – shattered the last of Emery's resolve. His body acted on its own, his hips bucking forward slightly, seeking more of that sensual friction. A deep convulsive gasp escaped his lips, a sound of both need and cervid frustration. He could feel Hunter's steady presence beside him, a grounding force, even as Penny chuckled and her gentle touch drove him wild.

Penny's smile widened as she felt, then smelt, finally – see Emery's surrender. “There you go,” she whispered, relaxing her gentle grasp, knowing how sensitive Emery's penis would be at this moment. “Just let it happen my buck.”

With a final, shaky breath, Emery closed his eyes and let himself be swept away by the tide of his instincts. His mind blanked, all that remained was the raw, undeniable need. He leaned into Penny's touch, his body quivering with every stroke. He was no longer thinking, just feeling – pure, unfiltered pleasure coursing through him as his suppressed instinctual urges finally found release.

Hunter, sensing the release in his lover, reached over and placed a reassuring hand on his lover's back, offering support and enthusiastic encouragement. Emery's breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling as he edged closer and closer to the precipice. Penny's touch was one thing, but then she did the unexpected...

As her muzzle enfolded him, the moist, hot breath ensnaring him within her muzzle, her tongue doing to him, what he, in turn, done to Hunter. Her lips formed a gentle seal, a sensual pressure that coaxed him further into the imagined depths of his desire and longing.

Finally, with a desperate cry, Emery's body tensed and then shuddered violently as he succumbed to his release at last, the world around him dissolving into a haze of ecstasy. His mind was a blur, his senses overwhelmed by the moment. Penny's eagerness didn't abate, her eyes twinkling with mirth as the corner of her lips twitched upwards. Her warm breath a steadiness against his lower stomach, as she continued to ease him through the aftershocks of his experience, her tongue gentle and soothing.

As the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed away, Emery quivered and his knees turned to jelly, Hunter quickly caught him and pulled him back to his cloven hooves. Hunter's own arousal pressed hard against Emery's back, the slickness of pre-ejaculate slowly sliding down the panting and sweating whitetail's back.

“You did well,” Penny smiled, as she rose and licked her lips, then gently kissed Emery on the forehead. “There's nothing to fear here.”

Emery, still dazed and struggling to catch his breath, managed a weak, grateful smile. For the first time, he had truly given himself to his baser instincts, rather than losing himself he had found something more – something deeper than he'd ever imagined.

“Thank you, Penny – “ Hunter smirked, holding his trembling lover close. “Truly, you've helped me with something that'd been playing on my mind for some time.”

Penny snickered, then that mischievous glint in her eyes and the way she quirked an eyebrow, spoke volumes.

With a deep chuckle, Hunter shook his head playfully, then kissed Penny long and sensuously, gently cupping her left breast in one paw as he did so.

“Tempting, my sweet – oh so tempting,” Hunter chuckled again. “I fear I need to take him home, there's much we should discuss.”

“Discuss?” Penny's cheeky grin spread from one ear to the other, as she looked down at Hunter's arousal, then back up. “That's a conversation I wouldn't mind partaking of -”

Hunter shook his antlered head, his laughter deep, rich and loving for both his mate and his ex-partner.

*

As Emery and Hunter returned to their small, modest home, the air between them charged with a mix of emotions – uncertainty, excitement, and an undercurrent of something deeper that had long been unspoken. Emery's mind raced as he processed the whirlwind of emotions from their earlier encounter. He was shaken, yes, but also invigorated by the discovery of a side of himself he had kept repressed for so long.

Inside the safety of their home, the familiar surroundings felt different now, imbued with the weight of new discoveries and possibilities. Hunter, ever the attentive partner, sensed the shift in Emery and gently led him to the couch, offering both comfort and space. Here, they lay intertwined, until Hunter's arousal made Emery giggle and reposition himself.

As the sensual scent of the lube filled Hunter's nostrils, he nodded and held himself carefully, as Emery carefully knelt, then lowered himself down. Inch by inch, Emery shivered and sighed in pleasure, until he fully took his impressive elk lover inside himself.

“Good girl,” Hunter playfully teased, gazing up lovingly at Emery, who leaned forward slightly and kissed Hunter's leathery nose.

“I'm not...” Emery whispered, sensuously rocking forwards and back, bringing them both arousal and ecstasy. “A doe - “

“No, you're not - “ Hunter acknowledged, reaching up to caress his mate's furred cheeks. “You're mine – and I am yours.”

*

They shared their bond for hours, sensual, gentle and passionate, Hunter finally succumbing and gripping Emery's hips tight, flooding his lover with his gift – freely given and gratefully received. Emery lay himself down, nuzzling and licking Hunter's sweat-slick thick mane – inhaling their mutual scent and reaffirming their mated bonds with each other.

“A penny for your thoughts, my sweet – “ Hunter murmured, his ragged breaths puffing at Emery's right ear.

Emery lifted his head, their eyes meeting, and in the powerful, dominant elk's gaze, Emery found warmth and acceptance – a silent permission to explore his newfound feelings.

“I never thought... I mean, I always knew there was something,” Emery began, his voice trembling slightly. “I never let myself wander, never let myself... explore it. Not until now. Until today.”

Hunter twitched slightly, gazing up at his lover expectantly. Gently, he reached up and cupped the quivering smaller bucks muzzle, gently caressing it.

“You don't have to explain Emery, I get it. And I'm here with you, in you,”

This drew a nervous giggle and shiver from Emery, the sensation making Hunter groan and twitch, as Emery teasingly tensed his rump muscles.

“I'm here with you, my love --” Hunter smiled up at him. “Wherever this new path leads us.”

Emery gently stroked his lover's muzzle, feeling a rush of gratitude and love for the Elk beneath him. For the first time, he allowed himself to fully embrace the idea that he was truly bisexual, that this was a part of him that deserved to be acknowledged and celebrated, not suppressed and hidden away out of shame.

“I want - “ Emery murmured, his voice sincere and filled with his newfound desire. “With your blessing, I want to explore this. I want to see where this takes me... takes us.”

Hunter smiled, his long tongue licking from Emery's nostrils up to between his ears, as he wrapped the smaller buck in a warm, loving embrace. “I wouldn't have it any other way...”

END