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I was feeling a little disgruntled for reasons I couldn't quite pinpoint, so I headed to my favourite places to put me back in a good mood. Braving the queue at Woodfrog I managed to grab the last croissant in spite of the disgusted look from a cheetah mother behind me. She was dealing with a couple of kittens including one young female who looked like she was about to cry as I clasped the bag containing a small mass of pastry goodness.

Somehow unable to stop myself I handed the bag to the little cheetah girl as I passed, winning a smile from her mother and a gasp from the kitten.

"What do you say Samantha?"

"Thank you mister deer..."

She said it in the singsong way of kids in primary school, and I chuckled a little as I left, my antlers tingling. I had become unusued to caring about shit for so long, and the pathways felt almost good getting a workout now. Perhaps I had the colt to thank for something other than the tingle in my rear and the tip of my cock.

Now I only had my coffee, but still, it was good coffee. I headed for St Kilda beach, finding a spot on the boardwalk near Luna Park and taking my seat to watch the waves. The ocean was gray, and the day was too, with clouds scudding across the sky promising more rain this afternoon. Somehow sitting on the beach like this I didn't care. It had always been my retreat, even from David, and he knew to leave me here to have my 'me' time and contemplate the waves.

"Hello. Little bird told me I could find you here..."

The colt sat next to me with a satisfied sigh and a flick of his mane, and then he reached for my latte. I didn't resist, too surprised to see him to respond, and he gulped down half my beverage with a satisfied slurp followed by wiping my delicious froth off his grinning muzzle.

"Fuck you!

He managed to look a little contrite, but only a little.

"Awww! You have to buy me dinner first."

It seemed he was still as unrepentant as ever.

"I was enjoying that."

"Yeah, I'm not surprised. Tastes awesome!"

"I was planning on enjoying it more?"

He seemed to realise then, gave a little embarrassed shrug, and handed me the cup. I had enough left for a sip basically, and I scrunched the takeaway cup and frowned.

"Awww stag, you need to turn that frown upside down."

I slapped the back of his head, and he let out a whinny of surprise, but recovered quickly to flash a grin.

"So most noble stag, are we going to sit here freezing our tails off all day?"

"If I decide to, yeah!"

As much as I loved sitting here alone, it was better with company if I was in the right mood. Somehow I was in the mood, thanks to the colt. Wonders never cease.

"I think I'm going to snap my mane off..."

"Get over it. It's not that cold."

It really was pretty cold, and a Southerly was blowing right off the bay. It whistled through my antlers, bracing and harsh, but I liked that. I picked up a stone and threw it into the waves. The colt gave a nicker, and picked up his own. He let out a grunt as he heaved it, and it skipped along the grey water before sinking well out to sea.

"Not bad Andy..."

"I have my skills Nige. What about yours? Not much at skipping stones I see..."

"I'm a property developer. Oh, you laugh, but I'm good at it. I learned from David, and he was one of the best in the business. Half of Inkerman Street is down to him, pulling it back from the brink of decay and making it a good place to live."

He snorted then, and his eyes turned dark.

"Dunno. I thought it looked pretty good before you yuppies got your paws on it..."

"How would you know kiddo? One of these stupid misguided kids all full of earnest well intentioned crap. I bet your teachers fill you with so much shit..."

I was getting heated now. Oh, I knew he had a point, and that was the point. He had found one of my weak spots, and I responded with vitriol. It irked me he could find that spot.

The colt had his hands up in supplication now, and his face was suitably sorry.

"Ok, ok, forget I mentioned it. Jeeze, such a touchy one stag. Chill my friend..."

"It's good enough for you to try to sleep in my skip. Good enough for you to want to sleep in my place even..."

He nodded and looked away. I bit my lip, angry now that I had hurt him.

"I didn't mean..."

"Yeah you did, and you are right. What right has a homeless colt got to hang shit on you or where you live, or your mate. Tell me, about your mate. You talk about him a bit, but not in any detail, is that because you can't remember or don't want to?"

"Shit colt, you go right to the point. Well, we met around here actually. I got an internship in his firm, pretending I had experience in property management when I didn't. He saw through me, but he didn't mind, and then he found my ass too good to resist as well as my other skills. We were lovers for years there while nobody in his company knew a thing. Even when he fucked me in his office over lunch and coke."

"I like Pepsi more myself."

I couldn't help it, I laughed like a mad buck. He looked totally lost.

"Sorry colt, seriously though. Coke...cocaine...shit, your generation are dumber than I thought. I thought you lot knew everything from fucking Wikipedia."

"Laugh it up deer boy."

"Sorry, I know I shouldn't feel superior, especially about that. We had a good time, all things considered, but it faded fast. We became best mates but not lovers, and then when he got sick, I was part nurse at times and part mother."

"Oh? What happened?"

"He got AIDS, not surprising I guess with how many twinks he fucked in the back rooms of every club in town. Never was careful my wolf, especially when he had some nose candy on board, it was part of what attracted me to him of course, that sense of danger and absolute confidence. I wanted to be like that, and turned out I wasn't."

"AIDS?"

Now I looked at him closely. Seriously kids these days.

"Fucking hell pony. If you are going to turn tricks in St Kilda, please tell me you are taking precautions. I know AIDS isn't the scourge it was in my day, but fuck it is still bad even now. You have to be careful, even if your generation think its been cured. It hasn't. I lost half my friends in the late 80's, so many funerals. David's number came up in '92, and he lived for fourteen years thanks to the meds, but he was never quite the same. Don't take it for granted."

He looked genuinely shocked, and I suppose getting a safe sex lecture from a 50 year old buck was probably not what he was used to. Still he should have been getting it before now.

"Surely your teachers have given you all the stuff you need to know."

"About...sex?"

"Yes."

It was his turn to laugh now. I shook my head and muttered at the stupidity of the Christian right. It was worse than I thought.

"Mate, their idea of sex education is telling us not to do it. We don't take a bit of notice. Shit, I don't take notice of any of my teachers."

"Why am I not surprised..."

"Except Miss Naylor. She is good...my English teacher. She gets me, I think. She even tells me I am a good writer. I've been writing poetry for her..."

He blushed suddenly, and picked up another stone to send it across the waters. I liked it though, seeing him open up a bit. There were depths here, even under the coarse exterior of the colt. It made me feel good about helping him at least. Perhaps there was something here to work with. And if I felt I needed some justification for my own behaviour, perhaps I could find it too.

"So stag...are we going to walk into the ocean or some shit, or can we get off this uncomfortable wooden bench before my ass freezes off?"

I felt he deserved a slap on his pert ass for that. He just wiggled it at me and gave me a mocking neigh until I slapped hard enough to be heard across the bay. That got his attention, and he gripped his rump and made a regretful moue with his delectable muzzle.

"Oww...that hurt!"

"Well, come back with me and I will kiss it better."

That got him moving, almost faster than I could follow. I smiled the whole way home, feeling more alive than for the longest time.

He hesitated before coming in though, looking up and down the street.

"Problem?"

"No...just, am I really allowed to stay?"

"Yes, as long as you remember my conditions."

"Hmmm stag cock only then. I can live with that."

It hit me then, in ways that really gripped me tight. Was that how it was? Had I bought the colt with a bed?

Inside the door I pulled him into my arms and pressed my nose to his.

"No, that's not how it is Andy. You don't have to do anything. Just be safe, that's all I need..."

My words were cut off my his muzzle. He opened his lips and rubbed them on mine, stilling all words or even thought. A colt hand rubbed over my groin, finding my cock already semi hard and stroking the tip through my pants until I moaned.

"What if I want to?"

He took my hand and led me up to the top floor. I was barely inside the bedroom before he had stripped my jacket and shirt, and I felt the soft warmth of his lips covering my chest in kisses. He found my nipples one after the other, first just rubbing his lips over the tip, then using his tongue, then suckling like an infant. I was bleating hopelessly lost.

On his knees he looked up at me, eyes glinting with that mischief, and he slowly slid my zipper down and reached in to pull out my cock. I tried to stop him, but he batted my hands away easily, and soon I found myself gripping his mane and easing him down my length while I let out bleats of pure need. Those soft lips could be so very hard when they gripped my shaft, and he slid down so slow, all the way to my groin and back, his muzzle lighting a fire in my loins that demanded attention.

He was in a playful mood this Saturday afternoon though. At the very moment I was about to lose it, he stopped, and lifted his muzzle off me to blow warm breath on my aching tip. I let out a bleat and tried to push him back onto me, hands wrapped in his mane, but he resisted with a wink of contempt. The little fucker...

"You cum when I say buck..."

"Ahhhhhhhh."

Blissful return, his muzzle covering my length with liquid heat again. His hands were in the game too now, cupping my scrotum and squeezing gently. I was proud of my sac, low hanging and full, and he seemed to like it too, fondling my nuts with plenty of passion as he sucked on my overheated length. I was dripping copiously, and he kept up the teasing, drawing it out like an expert.

"Fuck...please..."

His ears went up, and he gave me that look again, and kept right on teasing with his tongue lapping just under the tip of my cock. I let off a deep heartfelt groan and let him do his worst. I just wasn't about to stay quiet.

"Please..."

He whinnied, a deep echoing sound that went right through my cock. His hands curled round to cup my fuzzy ass, and he stroked my little diamond shaped tail before spreading my cleft wide and edging a finger deep into my crevice. Then he touched my hole.

"Ohhhhhhh..."

His muzzle went into a fast long series of sucking slurping thrusts concentrating on the top half of my cock. His fingers spread my pucker and delved deep. I screamed, my hole on fire, my balls churning, and bucked my hips forward ramming my length deeper into his throat. I cared nothing for him now, feeling like my first rutting season again when I was fifteen, just needing to fuck and fuck hard. I used his muzzle, driving my own pleasure to the brink, and he gave as good as he got with his fingers ravishing my hole.

My bleats could probably be heard on the beach. I came so hard, so completely, when it was over and his muzzle felt too much on my length and I pulled out I could barely stand. He led me to the bed instead, laying me down still panting, and resumed undressing me. I forgot I was still wearing my pants and boots, now only dimly aware as they were stripped from me and flung against the wall.

Lying back, sated and quiet, I watched him undress. He was beautiful, there was no denying that. While I mostly liked my guys with a bit of bulk, the lean body of the colt was fascinating and alluring in its own way. He feathering, his full sheath and heavy sac, and his beautiful colouring. Chestnut and yellow, earth and sand. A beach horse, and one at home in the bedroom too.

Naked, he let me watch him now. I enjoyed the show, seeing him drop, the swaying length of his cock filling with blood until the full majesty of his erection was apparent. It throbbed, and it jerked, and he jacked himself all the while watching me. My own cock responded, and I was hard as a rock in spite of my recent shattering orgasm.

Smiling he trotted over and straddled me, while I watched his movements uncertain what he planned. He inched forward until his rump was over my muzzle and his hands gripped my antlers.

"Now kiss it better like you promised."

Muzzle buried in his cleft I savoured the taste and scent of stallion. He was potent, the musk almost overwhelming me. I had to lick...his soft taint looked so good. I sniffed it first, smelling teenage stallion, and then let my tongue lap at the velvet smoothness until I found a muscled ridge and a tight pucker that clenched at my touch.

"Now eat me out..."

He resisted, and I kept pressing until he opened suddenly and let out a deep sigh of contentment as my tongue sank into his burning depths. He tasted good, musky and funky, and I reached for him now gripping his muscled thighs and pulling him down harder onto my muzzle. Every lick and thrust brought fresh whinnies and made my blood boil. I wanted, but the colt was in control.

Now he reached back to tease my cock even as he rode my muzzle. I was in agony, writhing under him like an eel.

"Mpfgh."

I wanted to beg again, but I couldn't be heard with my muzzle buried in colt ass. He knew what I wanted though, I knew. He gave a little laughing nicker and began stroking the full length of my cock while he wriggled his ass on my tongue.

"You think you are worthy of this ass mate?"

"MPFGH!"

"Hmmmm...nice and hard too..."

He slid backwards a little, enough to give me the chance to draw breath, which was a mistake because with his sheath right above my nose I copped a lung full of teenage colt musk. I whimpered.

"Such a good little doe..."

I didn't know where this dominant stud had come from, but it made me weak at the knees. He had me totally under his spell now, hands gripping my antlers, unable to resist. He moved his hips slowly until his flare was pressed to my muzzle.

"Lick..."

I hastened to obey. First by lapping at the precum pooling at his tip, then by taking his flare into my muzzle with difficulty to suck on his stallionhood. He used my muzzle as I had used his, but he had a lot more meat behind him and I struggled to take it.

Just as I was beginning to panic as his flare rasped at my throat he pulled off and inched back along my body again. Soon he was poised over my groin, and I felt his pucker gripping the tip of my cock. Now I knew I had to intervene again, and I gripped his tip and squeezed.

"Colt...at least put a condom on me..."

"Wha...?"

"You know. A rubber. I mean it, I'm trying to be good, and after David..."

"Huh...you think you're gonna shoot too fast mate? I doubt it after I drained your balls so good before..."

I gave him an impatient bleat and pointed at the bedside drawer. He sighed and took out the box of condoms and the lube. To his credit he rolled it on easily though, and applied a nice thick layer of slickness.

"Now can I fuck?"

"Please, be my guest, you can....AHHHHH!"

The feeling of his ass taking me was incredible. I just lay back and let him fuck me like that, working his pliant ass down my length until I was buried to the hilt in colt. He closed his eyes then, cock swinging up to slap his belly, and lifted off until just the tip was inside him, then he opened his eyes and looked into mine and drove all the way to the hilt. I saw his expression, no pain, only pleasure, and melted completely.

"Oh God I think I love you colt..."

His breath caught, and he stopped for a long heartbeat, but shook his head and continued. His easy rhythm was beguiling, almost but not quite pushing me to the brink, the clench of his hole tight and sure. I reached for his cock, wanting a hold of that magnificent horseflesh, but he batted my hands away with a whinny and when I tried to insist, he gripped my wrists and leaned over me pushing me into the bed while he rode my cock.

"No...not for you..."

"Please, you demon horse...MPGH!"

Kisses, sweet and raw and rough, tongue duelling with mine and then deep in my throat. He fucked my muzzle and my cock, a sweating mass of testosterone and muscle, and I let him, bathing in the sensations and the erotic perfection of this moment.

When I came it was sudden, an ache that became a burn and I filled the condom as he rode me hard slamming his ass down on my hips. When I finished, he kissed me deep and sensually, then suddenly I felt his hands grip my shoulders and I was turned on my belly with ease.

"Now it's my turn..."

"No...wait..."

His cock nudged under my tail, the flared mass of his tip feeling impossibly large.

"Use a condom!"

"Fucking hell stag..."

He had the sense to obey though. I looked over my shoulder, watching him slide the little latex sheath onto his length, then the glint of lube as he coated his cock. It looked even bigger now, and I swallowed in fear and desperate aching need.

"Now relax mate..."

I tried. He straddled my hips, then moved his knees inside mine, spreading my thighs and opening my ass for plunder. His body rested on mine, chest on my back, muzzle on my neck, and he licked and nibbled my antlers and blew hot colt breath on my ear.

"Just a hot fuck stag...just one hot fuck..."

"AHHHH!"

He took me roughly, and completely. I was stuffed with horse, and he didn't wait to give me time to get used to his size, pulling back and letting the flare pop from my hole and resting it against my clenching pucker before driving to the hilt in one punishing thrust. I screamed, and he pulled my muzzle around to kiss me and my scream was lost in his throat and again as he bucked his hips and his flare spread me wide and rasped along my sensitive tunnel like sandpaper.

"Just a tight hole little doe...nothing more. I've had plenty believe me..."

I tried to protest but his kiss was like a death grip on my muzzle and all I could do was whimper as he fucked me harder and harder. His body slammed against mine, demanding my total submission, and I gave it reluctantly but completely. He whinnied and he bit my shoulder and I shook like a leaf as he pounded into me. I felt my cock stir, rubbing against the fabric of my soft sheets under his assault, the tingle growing into an ache.

"AHHHHHH!"

He went rigid, and his body slapped against me one last time. I felt him buried to the hilt, a slight heat deep in my ass. He came hard and collapsed on me, breathing steadily.

"I'm sorry Nigel."

Before I could stop him he pulled out, and I let out a bleat at the rough pain of his flare leaving my hole. He stood beside my bed, unable to look at me, and reached for his clothes dressing awkwardly with his cock still hard and still covered in latex.

"Colt, please, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry Nigel, it wasn't supposed to...I wasn't supposed to..."

"Please, I'm sorry, don't go!"

He ignored me, pulling his jeans on with much fiddling to get his tail right through the hole. He pulled on his rugby top, and stood with arms folded looking down on me. He refused to meet my eyes as I propped myself up on my elbows and tried to reason with the colt.

"Andy, you did nothing wrong, if anyone did it was me..."

"No...you don't understand. I wasn't supposed to...I cant. I just cant. I have to go..."

"Please promise you will come back?"

He shook his head, tears now forming in his eyes, and he turned and galloped down the stairs, his hooves echoing on the hardwood. The door slammed, leaving me alone, perplexed, and sore of ass and cock. It reminded me of my twenties.

"What the fuck?"

I was still there staring at the empty doorway when the doorbell rang. I pulled on some boxers and headed down with a smile, expecting to find the colt had changed his mind and determined not to let him go again until he sat down and told me what was wrong. Instead I was confronted by a big comfortable looking bull holding a box of pizza and a six pack of beer.

"Hope I'm not intruding..."

"No...no...Mike...fuck...I..."

"Oh I get it, horsefeatures is here..."

"No as a matter of fact, he's left and..."

He stood awkwardly in the doorway, tail swishing, trying not to look at me while I gathered my thoughts. When I took the pizza and the beer he brightened a bit, and as I walked up the stairs to the kitchen he followed with his impressively stolid treat a jazz counterpoint to my stag hooves all the way to the landing. When We reached our destination, I looked him over, noting the big body, the sturdy belly, and his kind smile. I lost it then, completely. I pulled him into my arms and shook.

"Errr...something wrong?"

"Just hold me Mike. Just fucking hold me ok?"

"If that horse has done anything bad I will fucking kill him so help me..."

"Mike, just shut up and hold me."

He did, thankfully, one hand rubbing my back, the other on my antlers. I loved that.

"My partner is checking up on him, by the way. She started off in missing persons, so she knows all the stuff. She had the contacts there, so I thought I'd leave her to it. Remarkably determined is Kelly, but I guess rabbits are like that."

"Are you still pissed off at having a bunny as a partner?"

I knew it irked him a little, and he stiffened at my question but resumed his attentions. I sighed in contentment as he continued his work on my antlers.

"Nah, she's good. Says very little, but gets the job done. Just don't know how she would go with an armed offender bearing down on her. Probably fold her ears over her eyes and pray."

That got me laughing, and I needed it too. It seemed to amuse Mike too, and I pressed my muzzle to his as he chuckled.

Then his lips met mine, and they opened, and I felt the heat of his kiss. I responded, hungrily, and without restraint.

"Mooooooooo..."

The colt had relit the fire. Now I was in danger of it getting out of control, but I didn't care. It had been too long. I gripped the comforting bulk of a bull rump and squeezed.

"Not jealous of the colt are you Mike?"

"Of course I am you fuckwit. Do you know how long I wanted this?"

I opened my eyes and looked into his deep brown pools. Hurt, anger, love, lust, all warred for prominence in those depths. I closed my eyes and ignored the problems for now.

"Please fuck me Mike..."

And if it was an unusual command to give an officer of the law, I felt at least I could count on him to do it thoroughly. Feeling his arms around me gripping tight, I sighed and relaxed into his embrace, knowing I was right.