FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Corseted and Claimed

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

December 2025

All Rights Reserved.

Chapter One: A Pre-Christmas Party

You could smell the mulled wine and cinnamon from the street before you even knocked.

Inside, Caspian and Rhett’s place had already filled with people and noise in the best possible way. Coats had piled over the back of a chair, shoes had formed a chaotic heap by the door, and someone’s dog had curled up snoring under the coffee table. Fairy lights ran across shelves and windows, one strand blinking lazily like it had drunk too much as well.

Caspian moved through the room barefoot, sleeves of a dark green button-up rolled to his elbows. The shirt was soft cotton, nothing flashy, just comfortable and well-fitting—untucked, top button open because he had been running around since mid-afternoon. His dark slacks sat neatly on his hips without clinging. The only thing that caught extra light was the thin silver chains and crystal beads threaded through his antlers; they chimed quietly when he turned his head or laughed.

He was everywhere at once: topping up someone’s glass, stealing a bite of someone else’s cookie, crouching down to talk to the kid who tried to teach the dog a new trick. When he listened, he leaned in a little, hazel eyes wide and bright, like whatever you said was the most interesting thing he had heard all night. When he teased someone, his voice lifted just enough to sound playful, and he gave a quick flutter of lashes before grinning and moving on. He brushed past people easily, a light hand on an arm or shoulder as he slipped by, always with a soft “sorry” or “excuse me, love.”

Rhett had not left the kitchen island since the first guests arrived.

He leaned one hip against the counter, tail curled loosely around his own ankle, wearing charcoal trousers and a midnight-blue waistcoat over a white shirt. The sleeves were rolled once, pocket-watch chain glinting when he reached for the bottle opener. People came to him—for a refill, for a quick hello, for the calm he gave off without trying. He answered with a low “good to see you,” a nod, sometimes a dry one-liner that made whoever he talked to laugh louder than they expected. He kept an eye on the ice bucket, the stack of clean glasses, the tray of food that got low. Steady. Quiet. The anchor.

From across the room, it looked like the usual story: small, charming Caspian flitted around, big steady Rhett held down the fort. Someone made the inevitable joke—“Don’t let the big guy keep you up too late, Caspian”—and got the usual round of chuckles. Caspian rolled his eyes, ears flicking back in mock embarrassment, and laughed it off with a quick “I’ll try.” Rhett lifted his glass in a small, deadpan toast, face perfectly neutral.

A couple of people caught the tiny, shared flicker of amusement that passed between them. The ones who had stayed late before. The ones who had seen Rhett move carefully the morning after when he thought no one was looking. They did not say anything. They just smirked into their drinks and let the moment slide past.

The playlist had drifted into slow soul Christmas covers. Half the room swayed without noticing. Plates were mostly crumbs now, glasses were being refilled, stories got longer and louder and then softer again.

Nobody checked their phone for the time.

They never did at this party.

The night still had hours left—plenty of time for the crowd to thin out, for the close friends to stay behind with another bottle of wine, and for the air to shift into something warmer, looser, familiar.

But for now it was just this: good food, bad singing, people talking over each other, and the kind of December evening that made everything else feel far away.

* * *

Chapter Two: The Last Ones Standing

The door shut behind the last Uber guest and nobody bothered to lock it again. Everyone left knew the code anyway.

Eight of them sprawled across the living room now, maybe nine if you counted the dog who had claimed half the couch and refused to budge. The fairy lights were still on but one string had gone half dead, blinking like it had drunk too much too. Empty bottles and crumpled napkins lay everywhere. Someone’s sock dangled off a lampshade.

Caspian wandered in from the kitchen with the last bottle of red, barefoot, shirt sleeves still rolled, hair a little messy from running his hands through it all night. He flopped onto the arm of the couch right next to Rhett, legs swinging over the side, feet ending up in the roo’s lap without discussion.

Rhett had already ditched the waistcoat—it lay slung over the back of a chair—and his shirt was unbuttoned halfway down because the room was warm and he was lazy when it was just these people. He had one arm stretched along the couch back, the other hand absently rubbing Caspian’s ankle.

Jake lay flat on his back on the rug, staring at the ceiling. “I’m just saying, big guy, you still owe me from last year.”

Rhett snorted. “You lasted like thirty seconds. I over-delivered.”

Mia, curled up in the corner with a fresh glass, laughed so hard she almost spilled. “He’s not wrong, Jake.”

Caspian leaned forward, topped up a couple glasses without getting up, then settled back and started idly undoing the rest of Rhett’s shirt buttons. Nobody blinked. It was just Caspian being Caspian.

Rhett’s tail thumped once against the couch leg, slow. He glanced sideways at Caspian, voice low. “You planning to get me naked in front of company again?”

Caspian shrugged, fingers still working buttons. “You’ve been half hard since eleven. Figured you’d appreciate the help.”

There was a beat, then someone—probably Alex—let out a low whistle. “Jesus, straight to it tonight.”

Rhett’s ears flicked back but he grinned, that big stupid fond grin he only let out when he was tipsy and safe. “Not complaining.”

Caspian finished the buttons, slid his hand inside the open shirt, palm flat against Rhett’s chest. Rhett’s breath hitched, just enough that everyone heard it.

Jake sat up, interested now. “So we’re doing this?”

Caspian did not answer right away. He scratched lightly through Rhett’s chest fur, watched the roo’s eyes go half-lidded.

“Rhett?” Caspian asked, quiet.

Rhett nodded once, tail thumping again. “Yeah. Been thinking about it since the first guests showed up.”

Caspian looked around the room, casual. “Anyone not in the mood, speak now. Otherwise clothes start coming off in about two minutes.”

Nobody spoke. Somebody kicked off their remaining sock. Mia had already pulled her sweater over her head.

Caspian smiled, small and warm, and leaned down to kiss Rhett once—slow, familiar—before murmuring against his muzzle, “Good boy.”

Rhett exhaled like he had been holding it all night.

The room settled into that easy, hungry quiet that meant the night had finally, properly started.

* * *

Chapter Three: The Edge

After the others had gone, only five remained—the ones who knew everything and had shared everything with them more times than anyone bothered to count. The room felt smaller now, warmer, the air thick with the easy quiet of people who no longer needed words for permission.

Rhett sprawled across the couch and Mia’s lap like he belonged there, one long leg folded over the other, belly heavy against her thighs, chest still upright so he could watch. Mia’s fingers traced slow circles along his tubular ears, soothing, familiar. He leaned into the touch without thinking, but his eyes never left Caspian.

Caspian was on Jake, thighs tight around the human’s hips, rolling slow and wicked. Jake’s jeans were tented high, a dark wet patch spreading at the front, unmistakable.

“Caspian, don’t be a whore,” Anna said softly, voice fond even as she scolded.

Caspian just snickered, arms draped over Jake’s shoulders, muzzle nuzzling in close before teeth grazed the human’s neck.

“Fuck… Caspian,” Jake groaned, voice breaking. “Stop it, you fucking cervid… I can only get so hard—one more grind and—”

Caspian rolled his hips again, deliberate, forward and down.

Jake arched, gasped sharp, hips jerking up hard before he collapsed back against the cushions, panting, shivering. “Fuck…you…Caspian,” he wheezed, chest heaving.

Caspian smiled, gentle now, licked a stripe across Jake’s forehead where sweat had gathered, then turned his head to look at Rhett.

That was when it hit Rhett.

The scent of Jake’s release rolled over him, sharp and salt-sweet, and his body reacted instantly—heat flooding low, length hardening fast against the lace hidden under his trousers, leaking slow and obvious.

Anna, sitting close on his other side, noticed first. Her paw wandered down his belly, slipping beneath the waistband, fingers brushing the soaked crotch-less lace and wrapping gently around him.

Rhett’s breath hitched sharp, hips twitching into her touch.

Anna gave a soft, knowing laugh. “Stop teasing your doe, Caspian. That’s not very nice.”

Rhett’s paws curled tight against his own thighs, knuckles dark, nostrils flaring wide with every breath. His whole body trembled, small shudders he could not hide.

“Caspian, don’t tease him so,” Michael laughed from the floor, glass dangling loose in his hand. “Poor buck. I swear I can hear his heart from here. Take his collar off, let him play. Don’t be a Grinch.”

Caspian flicked an ear, sighed like it pained him, and winked at the quivering roo still half-draped over Mia.

“Rhett?” His voice dropped, low and playful. “Behave, missy. Be a good girl.”

Mia nearly snorted her drink, coughing once before setting it aside.

Rhett untangled himself slowly, stood on legs that were not quite steady. His paws went to the buttons of his waistcoat, trembling just enough to notice.

Caspian watched him, eyes warm, while his own fingers worked Jake’s ruined jeans down his thighs.

“Uh-huh, doe,” Caspian murmured. “Slow. Give your guests a show.”

Rhett snorted, poked the tip of his tongue out in defiance, but he obeyed. One button. Then the next. Hips rolling lazy, thick tail swishing heavy behind him, brushing the floor with every sway.

The room settled into quiet, hungry breathing.

Rhett’s shirt parted slowly beneath the open waistcoat, grey fur catching the low light, chest rising fast.

He was already hard, straining against lace everyone knew was there.

Caspian’s smile curved wider.

Good girl, it said.

* * *

Chapter Four: Showtime

Rhett took his time with the undressing, drawing it out because he knew exactly how much the room loved the wait and how much it drove every single one of them a little mad.

The waistcoat had already fallen away in a soft heap on the rug. He worked the shirt buttons next, fingers deliberate, letting the fabric part gradually to show the warm grey of his chest fur catching the glow from the fairy lights. His hips rolled in that lazy, natural sway only a roo could manage, thick tail swishing heavy behind him with every small movement, the tip brushing the floor like a slow metronome.

Anna’s hand had long since stopped stroking his ear. She sat staring, cheeks flushed, drink forgotten in her lap. “God, Rhett,” she muttered, voice thick. “You’re going to give us all heart attacks before anything even happens.”

Michael laughed from his spot on the floor, the sound low and rough as he shifted to make room for himself in his jeans. “Already halfway there. That’s just cruel.”

Jake, still sprawled with his jeans ruined and pushed down his thighs, managed a hoarse groan. “Complete bastard. You’ve been planning this all night, haven’t you?”

Caspian’s fingers traced idle patterns along Jake’s hip while he watched his mate with that quiet, proud smile. “He always plans it,” Caspian said softly. “And it always works.”

Rhett’s shirt finally slid off his arms and joined the waistcoat on the floor. He stood bare-chested for a moment, breath coming quicker now, nipples peaked from the cool air and the weight of every gaze on him. Then his paws moved to the belt, buckle clinking open, leather pulling free loop by loop until it dropped with a soft slap.

The zipper rasped down, loud in the sudden hush.

Trousers eased over powerful thighs and pooled at his ankles. Rhett stepped out of them with another slow roll of his hips, tail balancing him perfectly, and straightened.

The reveal hit the room like a wave.

Crimson crotch-less lace clung soaked and ruined to his hips, the dark forked length of him pushing hard through the opening, tip glistening. The garter belt sat snug around his waist, straps taut against thick muscle, holding up sheer stockings that made his legs look endless. The corset—black satin laced tight with red ribbons and trimmed in soft white faux-fur along the edges—cinched his waist sharp and lifted his chest like he’d gift-wrapped himself for the season.

Anna actually coughed, hand flying to her mouth as heat flooded her face. “Bloody hell.”

Michael exhaled slow, hand openly adjusting himself now. “Yeah. That’s… that’s obscene. In the best way.”

Jake stared, mouth slack, voice wrecked. “You two are trying to kill us.”

Mia laughed breathless. “Happy Christmas indeed.”

Caspian’s smile widened, warm and possessive.

Rhett stood there just a moment longer, letting them drink him in, hips tilted just enough to pull the garters tighter, tail swaying lazy and pleased.

Then he looked straight at Caspian, ears forward, waiting.

Caspian crooked a finger.

“Come here, doe.”

Rhett moved, every step slow and deliberate, the lace shifting against his skin with every sway.

The night had truly begun.

* * *

Chapter Five: First Taste

They could all see how worked up Rhett was after the reveal—fully aroused, the dark forked length of him trapped hard against his belly by the waistband of the crotch-less panties, tip glistening where it pushed through the lace.

Caspian merely slid a hooflet from root to tip, slow and deliberate, smirking as he felt the throb and the leak under his touch.

Rhett’s breath hitched sharp, paws contracting against his own thighs, but he didn’t thrust or buck. His obedience to this game—and to his master’s will—was absolute.

“One time,” Caspian murmured, voice low and warm. “Tonight only, I’m feeling generous. Choose your partner, doe.”

Rhett’s eyes widened, muzzle falling open. “Uh…” he wheezed, ears sweeping back. “I…”

“Yes, my love,” Caspian said softly, leaning down to kiss the firm length near the root, then trailing his tongue teasingly from base almost to tip. “Choose.”

Rhett’s gaze darted around the room, flushed and desperate, before landing on Mia—she had been curled against his side half the night, thighs pressed tight together since the striptease, cheeks flushed, skirt already rucked up.

“M-Mia,” Rhett managed, voice rough.

Caspian’s smile curved wider, proud and fond.

He crooked a finger.

Rhett dropped to his knees instantly, corset hugging his ribs with every breath, lace clinging wet where it framed him. He crawled the short distance across the rug, tail swaying heavy, eyes fixed between Mia’s thighs.

Caspian watched him a moment, hand resting warm on the back of Rhett’s neck, thumb stroking slow.

Mia shifted forward on the couch, legs spreading wider without needing to be told, skirt riding higher.

Rhett rumbled low, happy, and started low.

He nuzzled against her ankle first, nose brushing warm skin, breath hot. Then his tongue followed—slow, deliberate lick up her shin, tasting faint salt and the warmth of her. He worked higher, tongue broad and rough, twirling lazy around the back of her knee, making her thigh twitch.

Mia’s fingers threaded into his head fur, not guiding yet, just holding.

Rhett’s eyes stayed locked on hers the whole way up, woodland brown soft and hungry. He brushed his muzzle ever so gently along her inner thigh, lips grazing, tongue flicking out to taste.

When he reached the top, he slipped his head under her skirt without hesitation.

Mia let out a quiet, breathless giggle that turned into a gasp as he pressed his nose right against her panties and breathed in deep—long, obvious, shameless.

Anna snorted softly from the side. “Greedy bastard.”

Jake managed a hoarse laugh. “He’s not wrong.”

Rhett’s ears flicked back in pleasure. He opened his mouth, caught the waistband of her panties in his teeth, and tugged slow. The cotton slid down her thighs, over her knees, to her ankles. He let them drop to the floor with a soft thud.

Then he started again on the other leg—licking, lipping, nuzzling his way back up, slower this time, until her skirt ended up draped over his shoulders like a curtain and his muzzle buried itself between her thighs.

Mia’s giggle turned into a shuddering moan.

Rhett worked overtime—tongue broad and rough, long and eager, finding every spot that made her hips jerk. He pressed deeper, nose rubbing, lips sucking gentle, greedy for every sound she made.

Mia’s fingers tightened in his fur. Her thighs started to shake.

“Rhett—fuck—slow down—” she gasped, half laughing, half desperate. Her hand slapped his back once, twice, playful but urgent.

Rhett ignored her completely. He just rumbled low, happy, and kept going, muzzle burrowing further like he wanted to live there.

Mia squealed—high, broken—and came hard, thighs clamping around his head, whole body arching off the couch.

The room filled with soft snickers and chuckles as she rode it out, slapping his back again weakly.

Rhett didn’t stop until she went limp, panting, fingers loosening in his fur.

Only then did he pull back slow, muzzle wet and shiny, eyes half-lidded and pleased with himself. He nuzzled her thigh once more, affectionate, like he was saying thank you.

Mia laughed breathlessly, shoving his head away gently. “You absolute bastard.”

Anna reached over, ruffled Rhett’s ears. “Good doe.”

Caspian’s hand settled warm on the back of Rhett’s neck again, thumb stroking.

Jake and Michael were already shifting closer, breathing heavier.

Rhett’s tail swished once, happy.

He was just getting started.

* * *

Chapter Six: Rebooting

Mia lay slumped back against the couch cushions, chest heaving, thighs still trembling from the aftershocks. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, legs splayed wide where Rhett had left them. Her eyes were half-closed, a dazed little smile on her face like her brain had taken a holiday and forgotten to come back.

Rhett knelt between her knees, muzzle still wet, licking his lips slow and satisfied. His tail swished once, proud.

Anna leaned over from the side, ruffled Rhett’s ears again. “You broke her, doe.”

Mia managed a weak laugh, hand flopping lazily toward Rhett’s head to shove him away. “Fucking… kangaroo… give me a minute.”

Jake snorted from the floor, jeans still down his thighs, cock already stirring again. “A minute? He’ll have you screaming for round two before you finish that sentence.”

Michael reached for his drink, grinning. “Poor girl’s buffering.”

Caspian’s hand stayed warm on the back of Rhett’s neck, thumb stroking slow circles. He leaned down, voice low and fond against one tubular ear. “Good work, love. Look what you did to her.”

Rhett rumbled happily, nuzzling Mia’s inner thigh once more, soft and affectionate. His length throbbed visibly through the lace, untouched and leaking, but he stayed right where he was, waiting for Caspian’s next word.

Mia finally opened her eyes properly, still flushed and breathless. She looked down at Rhett, then at Caspian, then back at Rhett.

“You,” she wheezed, “are a menace.”

Rhett’s ears flicked back, tongue poking out cheeky.

Caspian’s smile widened.

He glanced at Mia, then at Rhett, then back to Mia—reading the room, reading them both.

“Take your minute,” Caspian said softly to her. “When you’re ready, he’ll give you more. All of it, if you want.”

Mia’s breath hitched again, weaker this time, eyes darkening.

Jake laughed low. “Lucky girl.”

Anna reached over, stroked Rhett’s back. “Greedy doe’s not going anywhere.”

Rhett rumbled deeper, content, tail swishing harder.

He was more than happy to wait.

Mia needed her minute.

But everyone knew she’d ask for the roo rutting soon enough.

* * *

Chapter Seven: Overwhelmed

Caspian gently pinched Rhett’s nape, drawing a soft grunt from the roo. He leaned forward and breathed warm into his ear.

“Gentle, doe…”

Rhett snorted, poked the tip of his tongue out, eyes crinkling in mischief.

“I’m so not ready…” Mia groaned, face flushed, body still trembling from the last climax. “Alright, how…”

Rhett didn’t wait for her to finish.

He shifted up slow, hands gentle on her hips, guiding her legs wider around his waist. The corset creaked as he leaned in, pressing close until he filled her completely.

Mia gasped sharp, fingers digging into the satin of his corset, back arching off the couch.

Rhett started deep, deliberate strokes—powerful hips rolling steady, garters pulling tight against his thighs with every movement. He took his time, drawing it out, watching her face the whole way.

Mia moaned broken, thighs clamping around his waist, body meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Fuck—Rhett—yes—like that—”

Anna laughed softly from the side, hand between her own thighs. “He’s going to ruin her.”

Jake and Michael watched, breathing heavy, clearly affected again.

Caspian sat close, hand resting warm on Rhett’s lower back, thumb stroking slow circles along the garter strap. His eyes were dark, proud.

Rhett kept the rhythm good and thorough—deep, claiming strokes that made Mia shudder and cry out, fingers twisting tighter in his corset.

She came first—hard, sudden, thighs locking around him, whole body shaking as she clenched tight.

Rhett followed soon after, groaning low, hips stuttering as release took him deep inside her.

Mia’s second climax hit right on the heels of the first—ruined completely, breathless laugh turning to a weak cry.

Rhett stayed buried a moment, panting against her neck, tail thumping lazy against the rug.

Caspian leaned in, nuzzled Rhett’s sweat-slick nape.

Mia’s voice came dazed, wheezy.

"Gods damned kangaroo bucks..."

Rhett rumbled soft, content, nuzzling Mia’s neck once more.

He was exactly where he wanted to be.

The room settled into warm, fond laughter and heavy breathing.

No one was in any rush.

* * *

Chapter Eight: After

Here’s the revised Chapter Eight: After with your requested addition woven in smoothly.

The pounding thrusts come after the initial hilt and the shared climax from subtle grinding — Caspian gives Rhett (and Mia) a moment to feel the fullness, then loses a little control and ruts hard, feral and possessive, before flooding Rhett and triggering the chain reaction.

Chapter Eight: After

Rhett stayed folded over Mia on the couch, panting hard against the crook of her neck, whole body shuddering with little aftershocks. His thick tail thumped weakly against the rug, corset damp with sweat, crimson lace ruined and clinging where it framed his hips. He was still buried to the hilt inside her, hips pressed flush, the dark forked length of him throbbing faintly with every heartbeat. Mia’s thighs were locked around his waist, trembling, her fingers twisted tight in the satin ribbons of his corset as she tried to catch her breath.

Anna moved first, sliding in close behind Rhett. She wrapped her arms gently around his chest, palms rubbing slow, soothing circles over the black satin and grey fur. “There you go, doe,” she murmured, voice soft. “We’ve got you.”

Rhett leaned back into her touch without thinking, head dropping heavy against her shoulder, tubular ears loose and quivering.

Mia, still impaled and wrecked beneath him, reached down and stroked his head fur with shaky fingers. “You okay, love?” she asked, breathless, voice wrecked in the sweetest way.

Rhett managed a low, shaky rumble and nuzzled her neck once more, too blissed-out to form words.

That was when Caspian decided.

Caspian had been watching the whole time—hand resting warm on Rhett’s lower back, thumb tracing idle patterns along the taut garter strap. His hazel eyes had gone dark, pupils blown wide with pride and hunger. He shifted closer, pressing himself against Rhett’s back, chest to spine, one paw sliding down to grip the corseted waist.

“Hold still, doe,” Caspian murmured against the base of one ear, voice low and velvet-rough. “I’m going to hilt my girl properly.”

Rhett’s breath hitched sharp. His tail gave a single, heavy thump against the rug. He didn’t pull out of Mia—couldn’t, really, with the way her thighs were still clamped around him—but he tilted his hips back just enough, offering.

Caspian didn’t rush. He pressed one paw to the base of Rhett’s thick tail, guiding it gently up and aside, then lined himself up slow. He sighed in pleasure, feeling himself pressed against Rhett’s entrance. He’d been edging himself all night, and it didn’t take more than two or three gentle movements before his pre-ejaculate eased the way.

Mia felt it—the moment Caspian started to push in. Rhett’s length throbbed hard inside her as he was filled from behind, stretching him open inch by slow inch. A deep, broken groan rumbled out of the big roo’s chest, vibrating through Mia’s body.

“Fuck—” Mia gasped, nails digging into the satin corset. “I can feel him… getting bigger inside me…”

Caspian kept going, steady and unrelenting, until he was seated fully—hilted deep, hips flush against Rhett’s powerful backside. He let out a low, satisfied growl, teeth grazing the side of Rhett’s neck.

“There we go,” Caspian whispered, voice thick. “Good girl. Taking us both so perfectly.”

Rhett was trembling now—overwhelmed, pinned between them, every nerve singing. His paws gripped the couch cushions on either side of Mia’s head, claws pricking the fabric. His tail curled tight around Caspian’s thigh, holding on.

Caspian stayed buried for a long moment, letting Rhett feel the stretch, the fullness, the weight of being claimed while still claiming Mia. One paw slid up to cup the back of Rhett’s neck, thumb stroking the base of an ear.

Mia whimpered beneath them, hips rocking in tiny, helpless movements. The pressure of Rhett swelling even thicker inside her, combined with the faint rocking from Caspian’s subtle shifts, was too much.

“Caspian—Rhett—fuck, I’m gonna—” Her voice broke into a shattered moan as another climax rolled through her, thighs clamping hard, inner walls fluttering wildly around Rhett’s length.

Rhett followed almost immediately, hips jerking once, twice, spilling deep inside her with a low, guttural groan.

But Caspian wasn’t finished.

Something feral flickered behind his eyes. His grip tightened on Rhett’s corseted hips, claws dimpling the satin. With a low, possessive growl he drew back—just far enough—and then slammed forward in a dozen quick, pounding thrusts, hips snapping sharp and relentless like a rutting stag in full season.

Rhett squealed—high, broken, overwhelmed—as each brutal stroke drove him deeper into Mia and sent sparks exploding behind his eyes. The corset creaked with every impact, garters straining taut.

On the final thrust Caspian slammed home once more, burying himself to the root, and came with a hoarse groan. His climax flooded hot and deep into Rhett, pulse after pulse, claiming him completely.

The sensation triggered Rhett all over again—his body clenched hard around Caspian, length throbbing as he spilled a second time inside Mia in helpless, shuddering waves.

Mia’s breathless squeal was smothered against Rhett’s sweat-damp furred neck as the chain reaction ripped another climax from her, her whole body shaking beneath the weight of both bucks.

Only then did Caspian still, forehead pressed between Rhett’s shoulder blades, breathing ragged. Slowly, gently, he eased back and slipped free, leaving Rhett clenching around nothing.

He pressed a soft kiss between Rhett’s shoulder blades, then another to the sweat-slick nape. “Good girl,” he whispered, voice rough with affection and pride.

Jake, still sprawled on the rug, let out a hoarse laugh. “Jesus. I’ll grab towels. And maybe a mop.”

Michael snorted. “Make it two. And the whole roll.”

Jake padded off toward the hallway.

Anna kept rubbing Rhett’s chest, slow and soothing. Mia kept stroking his ears, though her hand was shaking.

Rhett’s breathing evened out bit by bit, body going loose between them—still half-hard inside Mia, too spent to move just yet.

Caspian stayed close, one hand resting warm on Rhett’s lower back, thumb tracing idle patterns over the garter strap.

No one spoke for a long minute. Just breathing, touching, the quiet kind of care that came after.

Mia finally let out a dazed, wheezy laugh. “Gods damned kangaroo bucks… and their deer.”

Rhett rumbled softly, content, nuzzling her neck once more.

* * *

Chapter Nine: Lessons

“Doe,” Caspian growled, voice low and fond, then clapped his paws once. “Don’t drown her in licks, gods, you’re over-affectionate by half!”

Mia, flushed deep and trembling, giggling breathless, gently pushed Rhett’s muzzle back. She blinked down at him, then gasped soft when she saw how ready he still was—hard as granite, the dark S-shape of him flicking once, eager.

Rhett flicked an ear, chuffed in that deep marsupial laughter, rolling his shoulders like he knew exactly what he looked like.

“A curse and a blessing,” Caspian chuckled. He glanced at Mia, eyes warm. “Mia, you want to give Rhett a riding lesson? Lay down, my sweet doe—on your back.”

Anna moved quick, placing a few cushions down on the rug. Rhett lay back slow, awkwardly wriggling until the corset sat comfortable, lace shifting against his skin.

Mia, still trembling, flushed even worse. She straddled Rhett’s hips with a few giggles and awkward movements, then let herself slide down slow.

Her spine arched sharp as she groaned, knees settling either side of his waist, taking him deep.

“Urk—” Rhett wheezed, paws gripping the rug tight, whole body tensing at the new angle playing hell on his already hyper-sensitive length.

“Breathe, doe…” Caspian laughed quietly, then winked at Anna.

Anna slipped her panties off without ceremony, walked over, and knelt carefully over Rhett’s muzzle.

Rhett’s eyes widened, ears sweeping back, whole body trembling as Anna lowered herself down.

He went to work obediently—tongue broad and rough, long and eager, finding her warmth instantly.

Anna moaned soft, fingers threading into his head fur.

Mia started moving slow—hips rolling, finding her rhythm, breath catching every time she sank deep.

Rhett rumbled desperate between Anna’s thighs, paws clutching the rug harder, overwhelmed and loving it.

Caspian watched them both, hand resting warm on Rhett’s thigh, thumb stroking slow along the garter strap.

The room filled with soft sounds—wet, rhythmic, broken moans from Mia and Anna, Rhett’s muffled rumbles and snorts.

No one spoke.

They didn’t need to.

Rhett was exactly where he wanted to be.

* * *

Chapter Ten: Kangaroo Lessons

“You good, little doe?” Caspian murmured, voice low and fond. He teasingly plucked one of the garter straps around Rhett’s thigh, watching it snap back against the thick muscle.

Rhett bucked his hips hard at the sting, and Mia squealed sharp, thighs clamping tighter around his waist. Anna groaned deep, rolling her hips slow, grinding down on his muzzle.

“Fuck… Mia?” Anna gurgled, squirming. “You’re right, this buck…”

Caspian snickered, leaning back on his hocks to watch the two ladies thoroughly put Rhett through his paces.

“Just so you… know,” Caspian commented drily, eyes warm and amused. “Kangaroo bucks are quite… virile. You won’t break him easily, so—ladies? Enjoy yourselves. Take as long as you want.”

He looked down at Rhett, half-hidden under Anna, corset creaking, garters pulling tight with every movement.

“Now, as for you, my slutty little doe… you all good under there?”

Rhett tried to give a thumbs-up, but his paws wouldn’t quite manage it—just fingers curling and uncurling against the rug in happy desperation.

Caspian laughed soft, nodding.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Mia rolled her hips again, breathless laugh turning moan.

Anna ground down harder, fingers tight in Rhett’s head fur.

Rhett rumbled deep, muffled and blissful, and kept going.

The room filled with soft, filthy sounds and fond laughter.

* * *

Chapter Eleven: Countless

How many orgasms they had, nobody knew—or cared to count.

Anna nearly tumbled backwards at last, body slick with sweat, thighs shaking too hard to hold her weight. Caspian caught her gently, arms strong around her waist, and lowered her onto her back beside them on the rug.

Rhett moaned low, muzzle pulling back from her warmth, licking his lips slow and satisfied.

Mia slapped his chest playfully, breathless laugh turning gasp.

“Naughty doe, I wasn’t quite… oh… OH—”

She arched her spine sudden and sharp, another climax flooding her body without warning.

Rhett’s followed almost on its heels—barely two heartbeats apart—groaning deep as he shuddered inside her again, hips stuttering.

Caspian grinned wide, eyes warm and proud.

He leaned down, kissed Rhett’s damp temple, then stood.

“Stay,” he murmured to the tangle of them. “I’ll fetch salt water. Our doe’s going to need serious re-hydration.”

Rhett rumbled soft, content, nuzzling Mia’s neck while Anna curled close on his other side, fingers stroking his corset lazily.

Mia laughed weak, hand flopping to rest on his chest.

Jake and Michael watched from the rug, breathing heavy, fond smiles on their faces.

No one moved to leave.

The night wasn’t over, but the rush had eased into warm, lazy quiet.

* * *

Chapter Twelve: Boneless

Rhett ended up flat on his back across the rug, limbs loose and heavy like someone had cut all his strings at once. His head rested in Anna’s lap, ears flopped loose, corset still cinched tight but damp with sweat, the black satin and red ribbons clinging to his ribs. The crimson crotch-less lace panties were ruined and pushed aside, garter straps twisted slightly around his thick thighs, stockings wrinkled but still holding.

He looked completely gone, eyes half-closed, tail giving the occasional lazy thump against the floor when a hand brushed him just right.

Anna stroked his head fur slow, fingers combing through the damp strands. “Poor doe,” she murmured, voice fond and soft. “You’re utterly boneless.”

Mia, still straddling his hips and catching her breath, leaned forward to rub gentle circles over his chest and belly, careful around the corset boning and the faux-fur trim. “He’s earned it,” she said quietly. “Look at him. Couldn’t even make it back to the couch.”

Rhett rumbled low, content, nuzzling into Anna’s thigh without opening his eyes.

Jake came back from the kitchen with a plate of the leftover Christmas cookies—the sugary shortbread ones with red and green sprinkles—and a couple fresh bottles of water.

He knelt beside them, cracked a bottle open, and held it to Rhett’s lips. “Drink, big guy. You’re dehydrated.”

Rhett drank slow, grateful, throat working. When he finished half the bottle, Anna took it and swapped in a cookie, pressing it gently against his muzzle.

“Open up,” she teased.

Rhett opened without protest, letting her feed him bite by bite. Crumbs tumbled onto the corset and his chest fur. Mia brushed them away, laughing quietly.

“Salty next,” Mia decided, taking the water again. They alternated like that—cookie, water, cookie, water—until Rhett’s eyes fluttered fully open and he gave a small, satisfied sigh.

Caspian sat close, one hand resting warm on Rhett’s thigh just above the garter strap, thumb stroking slow. He watched the whole thing with that quiet, proud smile.

Michael stretched out on the rug nearby, head propped on his hand. “We’re gonna have to carry him to bed at this rate.”

Jake snorted. “He’s six-four and built like a brick wall. Good luck.”

Rhett rumbled again, deeper this time, and shifted just enough to press his head heavier into Anna’s lap, the corset creaking softly.

Anna leaned down, kissed the top of his muzzle. “Stay boneless as long as you need, love. We’re not going anywhere.”

Mia fed him another cookie, fingers lingering to scratch behind one ear.

“Mmm,” Rhett sighed in pleasure, then dragged himself upright enough to lick Mia’s forehead before leaning close and whispering seductively, “Thank you…”

He was exactly where he wanted to be.

As the room drifted into soft chatter and quiet laughter, someone turned the music down lower, someone else pulled blankets from the couch to drape over legs and shoulders.

No one felt the need for more.

The night had been perfect.

They stayed like that until the fairy lights dimmed and the first grey of dawn crept through the windows, a tangle of friends and lovers, warm and safe and utterly content.

Rhett slept first, huge frame curled small against Caspian’s smaller one, lace and corset still on because no one had the heart to take them off.

Caspian pressed a kiss to his temple.

“Good girl,” he whispered one last time.

That was, to them, what Christmas was about—the comfort and love of close friends, shared warmth and laughter, and a doeish buck that’d do it all again at a mere word from his beloved deer.

* * *

Epilogue: Christmas Morning

Their house was quiet now, the kind of quiet that came after a long, perfect night. The others had gone home an hour after the first rays of dawn had come—hugs and sleepy goodbyes at the door, promises of “see you soon” and “text when you’re up.”

Rhett and Caspian were alone at last.

They had migrated to the couch sometime before dawn, a thick blanket pulled over them, fairy lights dimmed to a soft glow. Rhett was still in the corset and lace—no one had the heart to take them off the night before, and Rhett hadn’t asked. The black satin was rumpled, red ribbons loose, garters twisted around his thighs, stockings wrinkled and clinging. He looked beautifully used, and he knew it.

Caspian sat back against the armrest, legs spread slow, antler beads chiming softly as he tilted his head.

Rhett didn’t need words.

He slid down to the rug, knees settling between Caspian’s feet, muzzle nuzzling up one thigh with that same greedy rumble he’d had all night. Caspian’s fingers threaded into his head fur, guiding gentle but firm.

“That’s it, doe,” Caspian murmured, voice low and warm. “Your real present now.”

Rhett buried himself deep—tongue broad and eager, working slow and worshipful, nose pressed close, breathing Caspian in like it was the only thing he wanted for Christmas.

Caspian let him take his time at first, hand stroking Rhett’s ears, thumb tracing the tubular curve. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

Rhett rumbled happy, muffled, pressing deeper.

Then Caspian’s hips started to roll—slow, deliberate, taking Rhett’s muzzle with that same steady rhythm from the night before. Not rough. Just claiming.

Rhett took it all, eyes half-closed, tail thumping lazy against the floor, paws resting on Caspian’s thighs like he was holding on for dear life.

When Caspian came, it was with a low groan, fingers tightening in Rhett’s fur, release flooding hot and deep.

Rhett swallowed every drop, greedy for it, then licked him clean slow and gentle, nuzzling close like he was saying thank you.

Caspian pulled him up after, into his lap, arms wrapped tight around the big roo’s corseted waist.

“Best present I could give you,” Caspian whispered against his ear.

Rhett rumbled soft, content, head dropping heavy against Caspian’s shoulder.

His tail thumped once more—happy, satisfied, loved.

Outside, snow had started to fall again, soft and silent.

Inside, they stayed curled together, lace and corset still on, warm and safe.

That was their Christmas.

• End -