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Wolf In Deers...Clothing

Chapter Two

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

18th September, 2024

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The morning sun cast a gentle glow through the kitchen window, illuminating the modest, cosy home where Elara and Fen had spent countless mornings together. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of warm toast, a comforting ritual that marked the start of their days. Elara, with her graceful, yet imposing presence, bustled about her kitchen, her movements a blend of practised efficiency and affectionate care.

Fen, now eighteen, shuffled in wearing a faded band t-shirt and ripped jeans, his once-puppyish enthusiasm tempered by the weight of adolescence. He moved with a casual ease, his lanky frame a testament to the growth spurts that had marked his transition from puppyhood through to young adulthood. As he poured himself a glass of orange juice, his eyes met Elara's over the kitchen table.

“Morning, Mom,” he said, his voice carrying a note of both familiarity and a new edge of detachment. The endearment felt less natural now, a reflection of his struggle to balance his burgeoning independence with his enduring affection for her.

Elara's eyes softened as she looked at him. “Morning, Fen. How did you sleep?” Her voice held a trace of the concern that had been a constant throughout his life, even as he began to distance himself.

“Pretty well,” Fen replied, taking a sip of his juice and setting the glass down with a quiet clink. He was already halfway through his breakfast when Elara slid the second helping across the table towards him.

Their conversation, once filled with shared jokes and stories, now held a new formality. Fen's responses were shorter, his gaze often drifting towards the window or the mess of textbooks on the end of the kitchen table. He was absorbed in his world of growing responsibilities and developing interests, his sense of self expanding in ways that sometimes felt too large for the small home they shared.

Elara watched him with a bittersweet smile as she busied herself with clearing her dishes. She could see the subtle changes in him—the way he would now shrug off her attempts to help with certain things or the way he seemed less inclined to share his thoughts about his life.

“You know,” she began, her tone gentle. “I'm really proud of how you've been handling everything. I know it's not easy, us balancing your homeschooling and everything else.”

Fen glanced up from his plate, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Thanks, Mom. I'm just...trying to figure things out.” His eyes met hers briefly, revealing a flicker of the love and gratitude that remained, even amidst his growing independence.

As he finished his breakfast and headed toward the door, Elara felt the sting of his impending departure in the subtle way he kept pushing against her comfort zone. She knew it was a part of growing up, a natural progression that marked the shift from child to young adult. Yet, she couldn't help but feel the ache of his gradual detachment, the shift from a constant companion to a young man carving out his own space in the world.

The house seemed quieter after Fen left, the echoes of their shared routines fading into the soft hum of Elara's solitude. She busied herself for a while with tasks around the house, trying to fill the void left by his absence, her heart heavy with both pride and longing. Soon, her thoughts turned to more pleasurable things, and a wavy smile crossed her dark-furred lips.

With Fen away on one of his forest explorations, presumably, Elara found herself alone in the house, a rare opportunity that she recognised with a mix of longing and anticipation. The isolation she had faced due to her choice in raising Fen had left her with deep, unfulfilled desires that were rarely addressed.

In the quiet of her bedroom, she retrieved a cherished item from her bottom drawer—a bullet vibrator, her favourite of all her toys, she had kept hidden. Its sleek, well-crafted design had always been a source of solace for her, an object of personal indulgence. Elara's fingers traced over its surface as she turned about and gazed fondly at another object of her affection: the life-sized plush deer toy.

She set the plush deer in the centre of her bed, its soft, velvety texture a comforting presence. The toy, although not real, represented a symbol of the connection she longed for. She positioned it in such a way that made it seem inviting and intimate.

With careful deliberation, Elara began to incorporate her favourite toy into the scenario. Laying flat on her back, she activated the vibrator, slipping it into the discrete slit in the plush deer's groin. As the toy began to pulse and vibrate, Elara picked up the deer, placing it optimally and expertly, the tip of the vibe toy pressing and quivering against her clitoris. Elara gasped and squirmed, wrapping her legs around the hips of the plush toy and pulling it downwards. As her labial folds parted, the vibrating device began to buzz quicker, adding to Elara's sexual pleasure. It was a poor substitute, she knew this, but it was a tool, along with her plush deer, to help her bridge the gap between fantasy and reality.

Her libido spiked, the combination of the feel of the plush, her imagination making her believe she was being mounted by a real-life feral whitetail buck and the incredible pleasure the vibrator was bringing her, soon reduced Elara to a moaning, shuddering mound on the bed. All three combined were intensely pleasurable and deeply satisfying for her. Elara felt a surge of relief within her, the vibrations of the plush, her own panting breaths and the toy itself quickly brought her from pleasure – to the very edge of her climax, something that'd been suppressed for months since she'd last enjoyed a moment like this.

“Oh...” Elara wheezed, arching her hips up, her body trembling. “Oh, my buck, my buck, I'm... I'm so clo...”

A deafening bang from the front door made Elara bleat loudly, right as her climax struck, both arousing and terrifying her in equal turn.

“Mom?” Came Fen's voice. “Just me forgot something...”

No, no, oh please, please no... Elara's mind shrieked, her body slick with sweat and the post-orgasmic rush of endorphins that flooded her. Don't let him come up here now when...when...

Elara buried her muzzle into the plush's faux-fur throat, her louder bleat muffled as she orgasmed again and again, helplessly.

“Mom?” Fen called out, then he was silent for a bit, before the crash as he left, slamming the door behind him again.

“Mmmphh!” Elara gurgled helplessly, slumping onto her bed, struggling to catch her breath and reflecting on the bittersweet nature of the indulgence she had just experienced. The plush deer and the toy together had provided a temporary escape from her frustrations and a means to manage her intense and unnatural desires.

For twenty minutes, Elara lay on her bed, the toy and plush still pressed close, as her thoughts turned to the future and the hope for a more fulfilling connection. The plush deer and the vibrator had been instruments of solace for some years, especially in these challenging times, but they also heightened the depths of her emotional and physical needs.

*

An hour later, Elara lay sprawled on the sofa, one cloven hoof bent at the knee and the other stretched out, lazing resting on the armrest. A magazine lay open in her hands, but her glassy, vacant eyes skimmed over the pages without truly absorbing the words. The quietness of the cabin surrounded her, broken only by the occasional rustle of a breeze through the trees outside.

Her mind, however, was elsewhere—adrift in the fading aftershocks of what had transpired earlier in the bedroom. The plush deer, the familiar pulse and hum of the toy—it had been a temporary reprieve from the gnawing emptiness that had settled in her chest, but now, with the silence settling thick around her, she felt the lingering guilt that always seemed to follow.

She let out a heavy sigh, her fingers idly flipping the page, though she wasn't sure why. The article, something about home gardening, or rustic decor on a budget, barely registered. The warmth that had once filled her body had dissipated, leaving only a hollow ache in its wake. No matter how much she tried to ease the loneliness, it never quite left her—never fully faded.

Her gaze flicked to the window, out into the dense forest that lay beyond. How many times had she longed for something more than this—a connection, a touch, someone who saw her as more than the outsider she had become? But that wasn't her reality. The isolation, the whispers from the townsfolk, even now, years later, they still whispered, still judged. The quiet life she had carved out with Fen—all of it had become her world, for better or for worse.'

Elara let the magazine drop onto her stomach, closing her eyes as her fingers gently slid down her chest and belly, eventually caressing the soft lace of her panties. Even this simple touch sent a familiar shiver through her, reigniting the spark of desire she thought she had quelled. Without thinking, she peeled off her panties, letting them fall to the floor as her hand moved purposefully between her thighs.

Her breath hitched as her finger worked expertly, coaxing a pleasure that built steadily, taking over her mind and body. The sensation swelled, her muscles tensing, her back arching as her lips parted in a low bleat. A rush of warmth flooded her as she rode the crest of a more intense climax than before, one that left her trembling, spent, and without her knowledge – a spreading stain on the leather of the sofa cushion.

Collapsing back onto the sofa, Elara lay still, her chest heaving, her mind momentarily free from the weight of her loneliness. But as the haze of pleasure faded, she felt the familiar ache of reality creeping back in, a bittersweet reminder that this—like everything else—was transitory.

*

Later that evening, the cabin was filled with the warm, comforting lingering smell of their shared dinner. Fen had returned home, tired and exhausted, having hiked throughout the forest most of the day. As usual, he seemed oblivious to the tension and scent that lingered in the house, though the sight of his mother sprawled on the sofa had raised his eyebrow.

After finishing his meal, Fen set his plate in the sink and rinsed it off, then stretched, letting out a contented sigh. He glanced over at Elara, who was picking up her own dinner dishware off the table, her hooflets clattering on the plates and glass.

“Mom?” Fen asked, turning his head to look back at her, his tail slightly tucked in concern and worry. “You alright?”

Elara twitched, before she made her slow way into the kitchen, Fen watching her with his predatory eyes, seeing subtle signs of weakness and tiredness, his nostrils slightly flaring as he caught a scent he now understood. A slight smile creased his pale lips and he kept quiet. Quietly, he padded into the living room, gazing around, his nostrils sniffing subtly before he saw the small piece of fabric tucked under the edge of the sofa.

Kneeling down, he momentarily reeled, getting the full scent filling his nostrils with the powerful intensity. With a gasp, he snatched up the fabric, then stood, returning to the kitchen where Elara sat on a chair. Then, with a sly wolfish grin, he dropped the lace panties onto her lap with a smirk.

“I think you dropped these,” he said, his tone innocent, but his eyes gleaming with amusement and the way his tail wagged, spoke volumes.

Elara froze, her eyes widening as she looked down at the lace garment in her lap. A fierce blush crept across her cheeks as she fumbled to grab the panties and looked around desperately for somewhere to hide them.

“F-Fen!” she stammered, her voice rising in pitch. “Where did you—?”

Fen shrugged nonchalantly, clearly bemused by her reaction. “Found 'em near the couch. You must've...forgotten them.” His smirk deepened as he turned to walk out of the kitchen. “Just...do try to be a little more discrete, please?”

Elara's face burned with embarrassment as she tried to think of a response, but Fen was already halfway out of the room, leaving her alone with the lingering heat in her cheeks and the mortifying realisation of what he'd seen...and probably smelt. Muttering under her breath, she swore she'd be more careful in the future.

*

Six weeks after that embarrassing incident, Elara was in the kitchen, her mind heavy with the realisation that tomorrow, Fen would leave for college. She had been inseparable from him, and he had always been her rock. The plate she was washing slipped from her furred fingers, shattering into fragments on the floor. Overwhelmed, she slumped back against the kitchen bench and burst into tears, burying her head in her hands.

Fen, aware of his mother's emotional distress, carefully navigated the broken pieces and pulled her into a tight hug, his own eyes brimming with unshed tears. He gently rocked the distraught elk doe, whispering soothingly as he led her into the dining room and sat her down on the sofa.

“Hey, Mom? It's alright, it's just... just a plate, come on, shh...” He murmured, his voice choked with emotion.

Elara clung to him, her sobs gradually subsiding as she found solace in his embrace. The impending separation weighed heavily on her, and Fen's comforting presence was a small comfort to her bruised heart.

Fen, sensing her distress, just held her tighter, his own tears spilling silently, understanding that the pain of letting go was something they both had to face together. He didn't know what to say, all he could do was hold her close, caress her, and let their shared emotions run their course.

*

A late morning sun filtered through the gauzy curtains of Fen's room, casting a glow over the piles of clothes and neatly stacked boxes. The room, usually a haven of chaos, was now a testament to transition, each item carefully chosen for packing. Be it to take with him, or to go to storage. Fen, his fingers deftly folding a sweater, paused and lifted it to his nose, inhaling the scent of Elara, a single tear glistening in his eyes. As he heard the quiet click of her cloven hooves, he put it down and paused, glancing around his room. It was once a sanctuary of familiar comforts, now a mess of half-packed boxes and scattered memories.

Elara stopped in the doorway, her presence soft and unobtrusive. She carried a steaming mug of tea, the scent of chamomile mingling with the scent of packing tape and cardboard. She took a deep breath and then crossed the threshold, her eyes taking in the sight of Fen methodically packing his belongings. Her heart ached with a mix of pride and sorrow.

“Need any help?” Elara's voice was gentle, though tinged with an underlying emotion that she tried to suppress, then gave up, realising her scent would say more than her words could.

Fen looked up, his eyes reflecting the morning light. He managed a faint smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. “I've got it, Mom. Just... trying to make sure I don't forget anything important.”

Elara nervously set the mug down on the desk and moved closer, her gaze falling on a small, framed photograph of Fen as a pup. She picked it up delicately, her hooflets brushing against the glass. “Remember when you first went off to summer camp? You came back with that ridiculous hat and stories about your adventures with the others...”

Fen twitched, hearing the slight catch in Elara's voice. “Yeah, I remember. You were so worried I'd get lost, or touch poison ivy or...”

“And you did get lost,” Elara said with a weak smile, though her eyes were moistening. “I found you, curled up under a log, howling and whimpering, your tail tucked... You begged me to bring you home. And look at you now, all grown up and about to start a new adventure.”

Fen sniffled, his usual cocky smile wavering as he continued to fold his clothes. He paused, picking up a small, leather-bound journal from the bed, his eyes narrowing. “Mom? This is... I can't take this, this belongs here, with you...”

Elara gently pressed it back against his chest, then folded his arms over it. “I want you to have it, a small piece of me, my thoughts, hopes and dreams, are within those pages. I want you to know you'll always have a home here, with me, and that a little piece of me goes with you.”

Fen's eyes watered, as he looked down, carefully placing the journal in his suitcase before he glanced back at her. “Thanks, Mom. I guess I just don't know what to expect...in there, or in college.”

Elara smiled softly, her own tears threatening to fall. “That's alright. No one ever really knows what to expect. You've always been brave, my dear pup, and I know you'll meet whatever challenges come, with that kindness and mercy I know lives within you.”

They shared a quiet moment, the room filled with the sounds of zips and the occasional soft thud of a box being closed. Elara watched Fen as he packed, her heart heavy with the weight of the impending separation. She moved to help him fold a particularly stubborn shirt, standing behind him and her hands brushing against his as they worked in silence.

After a few minutes, Fen broke the quiet with a tentative question, glancing back over his shoulder at Elara. “Do you... you think it'll be okay?”

Elara turned him about, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of hope and resolve. “You'll be more than okay, Fen. You'll be extraordinary. Just remember to stay true to yourself, and everything I taught you. Never forget where you come from.”

Fen nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I won't forget, I promise.”

As the final item was packed and the last box taped shut, the reality of the moment settled heavily between them. Elara and Fen exchanged a look filled with unspoken words and shared understanding. Fen picked up the box marked 'College' and moved towards the door. Elara followed, her heart aching with the weight of impending goodbyes.

*

Elara and Fen walked together to the vehicle waiting outside, its engine already purring softly in anticipation of the journey. The sky above was a brilliant blue, the perfect backdrop for new beginnings, but it felt like a bittersweet farewell.

Fen's gaze wandered over the familiar landscapes, the place he had called home for so long. His heart was torn between the excitement of what lay ahead and the sorrow of leaving behind the only life he had ever known.

Elara turned to Fen, her face framed by a mixture of pride and sadness. “I've packed some extra snacks in the back,” she said, trying to inject some lightness into the moment. “And I put your favourite blanket in there too.”

Fen smiled, a genuine, but wistful expression. “Thanks, Mom. I'll need that blanket, and every time I feel its warmth, I'll think of you.”

As they walked to the vehicle, and Elara embraced Fen in a tight hug. Her arms around him were filled with a warmth that spoke of years of love and care. Fen's own arms wrapped around her, holding on as if trying to imprint this moment in his memory.

“Be safe,” Elara whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “and don't forget to call home.”

“I will,” Fen promised, his voice breaking softly. “I love you, Mom.”

Elara pressed a small package into his paws as they disengaged, wrapped in a beautiful red ribbon. He looked down at it, then up at her, before Elara leaned forward and whispered into his ears.

“Open this in private, you'll understand its meaning...” Elara whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “I love you too, more than you can ever know.”

Fen pulled back, his eyes meeting hers one last time before he turned and climbed into the vehicle. He waved through the window as the engine roared to life, and Elara waved back, her hand moving slowly, as if reluctant to let him go.

As the vehicle pulled away, Fen watched as the familiar landscape began to fade into the distance. His heart was a storm of emotions—anticipation, sadness, and a deep sense of longing for the comfort of home, and Elara's warm, nurturing hugs.

Elara stood by the roadside, her eyes following the vehicle until it was a mere speck, then gone. The house felt emptier as she turned and walked back inside, the quiet echo of the empty rooms a stark and painful reminder of the change.

She glanced around at the silent house, the place that had been so filled with life and laughter, now seemingly vast and empty. As she sat down in the living room, she picked up a small, framed photograph of Fen from the coffee table, her fingers tracing the outline of his younger self.

With a sigh, she settled into the sofa, her heart aching with the void left by his absence. The house was quieter now, and as she looked around, the reality of the new chapter settled in. the journey of letting go had begun, and Elara was left with a bittersweet reminder of a love that would remain in her heart, no matter how far her son travelled.

TO BE CONTINUED.