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I loved teasing the poor deer. I wasn't particularly picky about the room I was looking to rent, but when the deer opened the door in just his towel, I knew I had found the right place to stay.

He was skittish though, so I kept my flirting subtle, as to not scare him off. Of course, my version of subtle would be him walking in on me with my fully hard cock out. But, when you get the chance, you take it, and from the lump in his towel and the cute ass he flashed, he was a chance I was definitely going to take.

I thought I had had my chance the night before when I had him under me, making him moan from just a bite under his neck, but I didn't want to press my luck too far and let him go. However, it was Christmas, and I was still in the giving mood.

I was sitting on the couch, early in the morning before Darrick had woken up. I eyed a large red bow pinned up on the wall and got an idea. I didn't have much money to buy my new roommate anything, but I still wanted to give him a gift. From the sound he made the night before, I was pretty sure he was going to enjoy it. I looked over at the hallway where his bedroom was to make sure the coast was clear before quickly getting up and plucking the bow from the wall. I doubted he'd notice it missing. Keeping one eye on the hallway, I tugged down my pants and kicked them off. With some quick work of my claws, I tied the bow around my balls and sheath and fluffed it up, nice and pretty.

I looked back at the hallway. I wondered if I should just go knock on his door and start the celebration early. The tip of my red cock emerged from my sheath as I thought about it. I walked up to the door, my cock nearly fully hard and raised my fist to the door. I paused, remembering how skittish he was when he walked in on me before. Maybe a more subtle approach would be more appropriate.

I walked back to my pants and pulled them on, stuffing my cock and the bow into the side. Just as I pulled up the zipper, I heard Darrick's door open and I turned around.

Darrick rubbed his eyes and smiled at me before yawning. I noticed the front of his pajama pants were sticking out a bit more than normal; I guess he had had a good night after our little wrestle.

"Merry Christmas, Kazy," he said, plopping down on the couch.

"Merry Christmas, Darrick. Did you sleep well?" I sat down on the couch too, in an attempt to hide the lump along my hip.

"Not really, actually," he sighed, looking down at his hands.

"Oh? Why not?"

"Just... a lot of my mind, I guess."

"Like what?" I leaned back on the couch, feeling the fabric of my pants rub along my shaft.

"Eh, I don't want to bother you with it," he answered, putting on a fake smile and looking up at me.

"I don't mind, really."

"I just... have a lot I need to think about."

"Because of last night?"

Darrick shifted uncomfortably. "That has a little to do with it," he admitted, gazing downward again.

"You know," I began, running a claw along my still hard bulge. "I can help relieve a little stress, I-"

"No no no, it's not stress."

His eyes were still downcast and had obviously missed my hint.

"I just... Can I tell you something?" He looked up at me once more with big, brown eyes.

"Of course."

"I'm... gay."

I tried not to roll my eyes because he sounded very sincere, like it was still news to him. "There's nothing wrong with that."

"I think there might be," he mumbled, looking down at his hands as they tightly gripped each other.

"Darrick..."

"Can I tell you a story?"

I nodded.

"Back when I was in high school, I sort of met someone... a guy... a fox. We became really good friends, like, really, really good friends, and I realized that I... loved him. Not just as a friend, but as something more. I had deep feelings for him that went far past friendship. I didn't want to, but I knew that I did. I was afraid that he didn't feel the same way, and that I'd scare him if I admitted it. But it ate me up inside. I needed him to know. When I finally told him, he sort of freaked out, and I thought everything was over. But then he realized that he loved me too. So, we dated for a few months in secret, and my life had never been so happy. He was my other half."

"That's so sweet."

"Well, a lot of stuff ended up happening, a lot of really bad stuff because of me, which made my mom leave, and the rest of my family had to move far away, and I lost contact with the fox. I ended up at this reform school for a few years where they made me realize that I really didn't love him, and that I wasn't gay. They did some really bad stuff to me, but it helped me realize that he was the root of most of the bad things in my life. If I had never met him, I'd still have my family and my regular life, and that brief bit of happiness wasn't worth the pain and suffering I was put into. So, I sort of swore him off forever. I removed him from my thoughts and moved on with my life, which had started to improve without him in it. But, he kind of kept... coming back. Not for real, just in my thoughts. And, it really messed me up even more. I couldn't escape him. I even thought of killing myself, just to be rid of the thought of him. Everything sort of just fell apart for me. I lost almost everything, and it was all because of him again."

"He sounds like a bad guy."

"That's what I thought. But... and this is the crazy thing, after all those years, after everything I had been through, and all the places I moved from, he showed up again. For real. He was in one of my classes last semester."

"Wow, really? What did you do?"

"Well, I told him to fuck off and never talk to me again."

"Good choice."

"But, he just kept coming back, like he always did. And... well, I don't know what to do."

"Do you want him back? He seems to bring a lot of bad stuff with him."

"I... I don't know. I tried to push him away at first. But, then I sort of opened up again, and I felt that happiness... that old happiness before everything went to shit. I... I think I still love him." Darrick wiped his eyes as they welled up.

I scooted over to the deer, and placed my arm across his back. "It's okay, stuff like this is hard."

He shifted, and I felt two arms wrap around my chest. The deer's head pressed against my cheek.

"I just want to feel happy again," he whispered.

I rubbed my claw along his back, and listened to Darrick's heavy breathing as he began to cry. I held the deer close, feeling his chest jump with each sharp inhale. It was clear that he did still love this fox.

As much as I liked Darrick and thought he was attractive, he was meant for someone else. I was disappointed, but happy the deer had found someone.

We held each other for a long time, until he eventually pulled back and wiped the tears from his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said, sniffing.

"It's ok, I'm glad you could tell me." I gave him a smile, and he gave one back.

I shifted my legs and remembered that I still had the bow stuffed in my pants. I got another idea. I excused myself to go to the bathroom and shut the door to unzip my pants.

"Sorry friend," I said to my cock as it sunk back into my sheath. "Maybe next time."

I pulled the ribbon off of my package and fluffed it up again, then zipped up my pants and walked back into the living room.

"I don't have much money for presents. But, what I can give you," I started, placing the bow on the top of my head between my horns, "is a friend. A true friend."

Darrick chuckled and wiped his eyes again. "I don't have many of those."

"Well, now you have one more. I mean it."

The deer smiled and stood up. He gave me another tight hug and grabbed the bow from my head, placing it between his antlers.

"I'm broke too, so I'll return your gift with my true friendship as well."

"Perfect."

Darrick pulled the bow off his head, looked at the large loop attached to it, and sniffed it. "Why does this smell weird? It smells kind of like-"

I snatched the bow and tossed it behind the couch. "Not important. The important thing is that we are friends. And Darrick, I want you to know, I'm gay too."

"Wait... what? So, that time when I walked in... you-?"

I pressed my claw against his lips. "Also not important. Just know, you can tell me anything, and I'll understand. You don't have to be ashamed."

I could see everything processing in the deer's mind. His look of confusion finally turned to a smile, and he gave me one more tight hug.

"Merry Christmas, Darrick."

"Merry Christmas, Kazy."