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Just as I expected, Ronno smirked to himself as he stood about a dozen feet away. Bambi, the so-called `Prince of the Forest' - Ronno's natural enemy and secret lover, sat on a small log in the forest, closely observing a small butterfly and oblivious to the world around him. When the two males weren't trying to out-do each other - emotionally and physically in front of the woodland creatures, or sexually within their respective hiding spots - Bambi always seemed to follow his overly inquisitive and curious nature, connecting with the plants and fellow animals around him.

Disgusting. Ronno rolled his eyes.

Once the slim, feminine built yearling coaxed the butterfly onto his right finger, the brown youngling felt too annoyed to let the scene continue. He walked forward to announce his presence.

I had a feeling I'd find you here.'' Ronno continued, grinning smugly at Bambi's surprise stricken yet soft-featured face.Getting soft and cutesy with nature instead of fulfilling your `princely duties''' Ronno added mockingly as he leaned against a nearby tree.

Bambi swallowed the shiver in his spine at hearing Ronno's voice and regarded him with a sumptuous tone, Ronno, providing the forest the help and care it needs is what makes it flourish and provide for us. Being Prince means protecting this forest and everyone in it!

You don't know anything, do you My Fairyness?,'' Ronno shot back.Being Prince is about free reign over all the does in the forest!'' He stood up straight and lowered his voice. ``And I think I know the perfect choice for my ideal mate. Well, my_first_ pick, that is...''

Hey!'' the prince whined as he stood up and faced the other buck. Ronno couldn't help but widen his grin as his lighter-skinned counterpart briefly stole a glance downward at Ronno's thin sheath and peach sized testicles, thinking he got away with it.Daddy promised me that Faline would be my mate when I grew up! She's going to have her fawns with me and no one else!''

Ronno shook his head at the fact that the adolescent still referred to his father as Daddy'. Maintaining his grin, he laughed and replied,`'Daddy' didn't count on his only son being so coddled and needy like a princess! Let's face it runt. The only way Faline would ever be your mate is if she were the one mounting_ you _.'' With that, the dark brown buck uncrossed his arms and walked toward Bambi at a slow pace.

You're--! ...y-you're wrong'', Bambi muttered, barely believing the words himself. He started shrinking back as Ronno approached. His twig-like arms started rubbing each other, even in the warm natural air.I'm gonna grow up and be a big powerful stag. I-I'm going to have the biggest rack of antlers and I'll be in charge of everyone in the forest. Yo-you'll see soon. Just as soon as I gro - ``

Again, unaware of his surroundings, Bambi found himself bumping against a large oak behind him. Ronno took advantage of that distraction to immediately close the gap and slam his palm against the tree trunk next to Bambi's head. The startling action made the prince gasp breathily.

``Open your eyes - you're already grown up, shrimp. If you were really going to be Great Prince of the Forest, you would have done it by now, and you know it.'' The grin was gone. Ronno's vibrant emerald eyes bore into the pale amber colors of the shuddering young adult beneath him.

You couldn't dominate anyone. The leaves and blades of grass themselves would be laughing at you. Ronno leaned closer, and nearly grunted his next words: ``You wouldn't be able to handle the responsibilities of being the Great Prince. You couldn't be in charge.'' The stag inwardly noticed the chirping and buzzing and cacophony of sounds the forest normally provided were completely silent. A shaky breath of lust passed through his body - it was as if the entire forest had ceased functioning in order to heed his words.

``...but that's not what you want, is it.''

It wasn't even a question. The brown mule deer knew, the trees and the overhanging canopy of leaves knew, even the butterfly knew, perched upon a flower a yard away.

And the overgrowing child knew, but tried his hardest to hide it. He was failing horribly.

``Y-yes...I mean, no - I mean, I-I-I...uhm...I do want it. I mean - I-I want to be Prince!'' A visibly conflicted Bambi avoided eye contact with the slightly older male, mouth partially open in a flustered pant.

``Hmm...I don't think you do,'' Ronno crept closer - to an excruciating crawl, their breaths now intermingling. He placed his free hand on the other side of Bambi's head, where a growing rack of antlers should have been. Bambi's breaths quieted, only to accelerate even further, tiny little shaking gusts puffing over Ronno's nose and lips. The brown buck was on pins and needles himself - the closeness of the proximate bodies, the manipulation and victimization of his most addictive prey, and the forest seemingly bending to his will all contributed to an arousal that physically hurt him to restrain. Their sheaths, while still fully concealing their impatient cervine pride, had both tightened painfully, to the point where each of their protective pouches had sagged away from their bellies under their own weight, much like Ronno had seen on roaming wolves and coyotes, frustrated from a fruitless mating season. The excited males knew there was only one direction this meeting was going, and they both knew who would be tasked with initializing it.

A whisper graced the bridge of Bambi's nose. ``You don't want to serve anyone. You want to be controlled. To be humiliated in front of all the entire forest's inhabitants.''

Ronno leaned in even closer, the bridges of their noses now parallel.

You want your father's eyes to widen in shock as your voice climbs higher than any dignified male would reach. You want something to snap in his brain. You'd want him to half-assedly delude some flimsy excuse of setting an example, and then_join right in_.'' Ronno concluded, his mouthed words deafening the entire gathering of trees:My Sweet. Naive. Innocent. Addictive. Prince.''

Bambi's knees buckled against the back of the tree. Ronno always insulted him to compensate for the sweet nothings that would ring through their ears in a shared silent climax. But his first genuine remark of the day was rushing through him all at once.

``I really know what you truly want.'' The predator nuzzled against the princely prey until their noses - and by extension their lips - were grazing in contact as he growled the answer.

Ronno knew with all his heart that Bambi loved to be dominated. He knew because Ronno loved to dominate. But more than that in its own right, Ronno loved to dominate_ him _.

A dark brown chest collided with a light brown one, colliding with the tree behind them. Ronno slapped the lightest of licks against Bambi's lips and nose; so light they were still dry. He intentionally kept their bulging sheaths, now threatening to burst free against their respective owners' wills, away from each other to tease the youth further.

``Open your mouth.'' He gurgled.

Bambi shook, hesitating and his eyes raced. He only now realized both his hands were on Ronno's shoulders.

Ronno repeated, somehow desperate, yet somehow unwavering. ``Open it. Look at me.''

The aroused price complied, spreading his lips slightly - a little too slowly for Ronno. The teasing was getting to be too much for both of them. With a grunt of frustration, Ronno quickly nipped the young stag's chin, making him yelp at the unexpected jolt of pain. Their eyes met and this time, locked solidly.

``Open. Your mouth.''

Truthfully, Ronno could've easily used Bambi's yelp to force his way in - he had certainly opened his mouth wide enough - but for the rutting cervine, it was the thrill of psychologically holding young Bambi to his own will. He wanted his hidden love to know what was coming and yet_still_ be surprised by it.

The Prince finally relented, and spread his lips wide.

All at once, a hurricane of body parts slammed together into the young stag; lips, tongues, chests and a _furious_pair of obscenely thickening sheaths. Ronno's obsessive tongue flew in between lips and claimed its territory. Bambi melted instantly, closing his eyes and loosing a desperate moan loud enough to broadcast the whole meadow right into Ronno's ravenous muzzle. Bambi immediately leapt into the action he was bred with - he quickly laced his arms under Ronno's own, ending at his back and temple, pulling his head even closer together, and curling his tongue around his tormentor's, attempting to pull it further into his throat. Ronno, watching Bambi's peaceful, dreamy expression, grunted in lustful acknowledgement, allowed his eyes to roll back in his head as they closed as well, and initiated the contact that they both ended up craving so badly.

Ronno's hip and rear muscles firmed and flexed, as he ground firmly against his lover's pelvis - making sure every part of his straining sheath grit together against Bambi's, practically crushing his small flap tail against the trunk. He gave Bambi's body - and his own - barely any time to acclimate the senses, as he pulled back one second, paused for another, then in a rough yet below average pace, pushed his spilling fury against fur and folding skin, the angry red conductor of nerves stabbing three of his total seven inches against the quivering yet eager abdomen of his biggest rival.

Bambi's mouth was nearly horizontal. His lips were rubbed raw by the savior holding him down, and his right hand abandoned its function of holding Ronno's back and settled for getting as much of the heated body touched as possible. Taking a more proactive role in the almost certainly bruising liplock, Bambi pulled his tongue back, and after gently sliding it along Ronno's for a few strokes, pushed into the opposing mouth, trying to discover everything he can in the rumbling muzzle otherwise occupying his own. After the third calculated and patterned hump, Bambi quickly caught on. His own freed length, exposing a quarter of eight inches, also pointed toward the apex of loud smacking lips and drool matted muzzles. He felt Ronno pull back for another thrust, and this time he was ready. Right as the older deer ground his hips forward on the fourth push, Bambi responded with a hard and nearly powerful buck of his own.

The results were instant; the positioning of their topaz colored spires matched up nearly perfectly. As a result, both Bambi and Ronno's slow and forceful grind tugged both their bunching sheaths down to the bottom of their throbbing erections. Ronno's wakening sack gently caressed and lifted Bambi's smaller pair as they pressed together. As endorphins exploded through their young and receptive bodies, both lost all pretense of their stereotypical role, lost in the near miraculous perfection of coordination; and without even_attempting_ to quell it, both of them let out a shameless noise, each still muffled by their frantically battling tongues. Bambi sent out a long drawn out and loving wail so high in pitch, it could rival Faline's voice herself; and Ronno who had been attempting to grunt and growl through his control simply gave up and responded with his own grateful, though still deep moan. For a raw, heated instant, rivalries were dead. Even the argument of dominating and submitting were temporarily disposed of. For that moment was reserved only for two creatures, tucked away in their own world, who were in love with each other very much. Displaying another perfect synchronized action, the two turned their heads the opposite way, pursing their tongue-clogged lips until the muzzles plopped apart with a nearly sickening_sli-caak_! Only one breath was taken before they dove back in, and it was instantly forgotten whom inhaled. The lovers separated their hips together now, and opened their eyes to look at each other quickly. It was time to get back to work.

About two feet below, two very enraged cocks were now literally weeping with joy - pre-cum squirted helplessly, against shaft, abdomen, balls - a few enthusiastic shots even graced the bottom of the chest as they frequently squeezed against one another. The frothily kissing pair above kept their relatively slow speed grinding their pelvises together, but with each_push, one, two, pull--one - push, one two, pull - one, push_ - they humped harder and even harder against each other, well aware that the plentiful lubrication their spitting cocks provided made an otherwise pained clashing even more pleasurable, more compatible, more_wet_. A happening passerby with sharp vision and the audacity to intrude on such frantic lovemaking would notice subtle distinctions between the two imminent shooters. Indeed, although Bambi's gyrating maleness is surprisingly longer than his lover's by exactly one inch, the dark brown buck's sizable balls, almost_visibly_ boiling with hungry seed, were much larger than the panting prince could ever dream of achieving. The sight would be lost on them however - blissful coordination soon perished to urgent need between the two adolescents, as Ronno picked up a more traditional pace of rutting speed. It was after the thirtieth or so thrust that the vibrating shafts finally lost contact, quickly slipping past another without a hand to guide them in place. Crushed by the coarse fur of their rivals' thighs and groin, continuously matted by pre-need their pleasures weren't diminished in the least, as they humped and slid against groove and belly while they traded power for speed.

Bambi was spinning in a tornado. His entire memory leading up to this raw and unstoppable frottage and teeth-cleaning French kiss with his woodland bully was quickly blurring into blackness. Light-headed, Bambi started to try pulling his head back, giving soft short moans to indicate he needed some air.

Oh, no you don't.

Ronno's eyes flashed open in a glare, using his head and swelling lips to push Bambi's own skull backwards - not hard enough to injure his secret love against the immovable tree trunk, but with enough force to jar the young stag's eyes open as well. Boring holes into his prince's corneas, the brown suitor blew an over exaggerated gust of air at Bambi through his nostrils, assuming the inexperienced boy would get the message. Annoyingly he didn't, and the breathless youth pulled his tongue from Ronno's.

Bambi couldn't even wheeze out a Whai - before his captor, irritated by the interruption forced his jaws upon the buck's mouth again, this time sealing them together with the rake of wet teeth. Bambi's eyes widened in instinctive fear before forcing themselves to squint against the_flurry_ of huffing breath coming from his angry mate's nose.

He wants me to breathe through my nose...? He can't even stop kissing me for one second!? But...but I thought he liked females! For someone who li - Uh! Ah! .... Ahh! Mmmmmmmphh.....mmmmmnnnn....

As the fuming brown stag _finally_felt reciprocated puffs against his eyes and the bridge of his nose, he shuddered bodily and let out a deep whimper, its neediness directly contradicting whatever masculinity he had left. In truth, Ronno was desperate for a debilitating climax, and Bambi aggravating him derailed his approaching orgasm. Now that the eager deer was catching on, he gently lowered his lips back in position over the previously bared teeth, closed his eyes and gently and compassionately snaked his tongue back into his mate's embrace. As a reward, Ronno's previously stationary right hand moved, and gripped Bambi's trembling cock firmly. It was throbbing three times a second, so rigid it could barely seep any more precum from its tense cockhead. Good, he was close, too. Hopefully this wouldn't take him too far over.

Using his thumb, Ronno mercilessly rubbed against the tip's underside three times, prompting Bambi's yips and Ah!'s to punctuate with an involuntary buck of the prince's tired hips. Spurred, Bambi couldn't even kiss anymore - he simply settled for reinserting his tongue and licking what he could in accompaniment of his pre-orgasmic moan.

Ronno's right hand departed the sobbing cock of the prince, and his left moved in tandem to grip the cheeks of his lover, intending to pull his hips in deeper and carry them both to an explosive finish between them. But how the_prince_ responded changed a nonverbal miscommunication into a surprising turn of events.

With not even the slightest jostling and only the briefest loss of contact between cocks, Bambi effortlessly hopped up and whipped each leg above the larger deer's sweaty backside, slamming the intersecting ankles so firmly together, Ronno could hear them_click_.

Upon witnessing that, Ronno was forced to grit his teeth against Bambi's as he fought his hurdled orgasm with all his might. Of all the things the brown male expected from Bambi, to so openly and sluttily offer himself without any lubrication was_not_ on that list. He grunted and whimpered uncomfortably as a glob of rich, full white semen filled his statuesque cock; a stray line sludging its way down. Holding Bambi's now lifted ass against the tree, surges of all types of pain ran through the tormentor at just the_thought_ of what he needed to do next, but he did accost the boy to make a point, and now was a good - no, the best time to drive it home.

Just as rapidly as it was all thrown at the thin buck over sixteen minutes ago, Ronno suddenly pushed against the oak tree to launch himself away from his victim; in a heartbreaking instant he separated--foreheads first, then exhausted tongues, blood-swollen lips, sweat soaked chests,pre-soaked stomachs, and finally red-purple kissing cocks, a thin line or two of pre-ejaculate and near -ejaculate connecting the two tortured breeding tools once more.

Bambi fell against the back of the tree, boneless. Now free to breathe properly for the first time in a quarter hour, each heaving pant of his chest was punctuated by an anxious, betrayed whine.

``W....wh...'' He breathed shakily, trying again.

Why...d-di -

Ronno, arms crossed and standing three feet away, looking almost even more composed than when he first arrived, interrupted huskily.

``I thought you were in charge, prince.''

The young boy's panting instantly stopped. His eyes seemed to explode in realization.

He did all of that to put me down? Just to make some stupid point? How could he still be hung up on that after...

Bambi's mind raced as his arousal weaned, but still remained firm despite his swirling emotions. He didn't need to look down to know that his sadistic other half was still only moments away from orgasming himself. The teen's pants calmed to shallow breaths.

The instant Ronno detached from his victim-turned-lover-turned victim, he had switched breathing to his nostrils to appear calm and distant, hiding his breathless exhilaration and leaping heart - the dark brown mule deer had never been so sexually stimulated in his entire young life. After slipping off the edge of ecstasy and barely managing to pull himself back before blanketing the canopy above them, he knew the slightest touch would set him yowling. His sexually overcharged body wanted nothing more than to toss Bambi on his back, count every single taste bud on that thick, soft wet tongue one at a time, and to slam their cocks back together where they belonged, until both their hips and buttocks collapsed. But he had a test for his private mate, and he wanted them both too close to release, and too horny for him to fail.

I - I...I thought you l -

What _did_you think, Bambi.'' Ronno cut him off once more, making sure his query was stated, not asked. He took two steps forward.That any of this was real? That I didn't mean what I said? That I was going to forget about why I came here?''

_That I don't want to end all this petty rivalry bullshit and just hold you like I've always wanted? That I want to spend every night kissing you until we both pass out? That Faline might be the only thing between us and the extinction of our herd?

...Did you think I don't love you back?_

Ronno stared into his eyes as he sniped at the young buck out loud - and whimpered his inner turmoil internally - noticing a shimmer in the small reflective pools of sapphire. Was Bambi holding back tears, or was it the afternoon sun illuminating their natural moisture? Ronno couldn't tell from this distance, but either way he fought against softening his expression, and continued making small steps forward. ``I gave you multiple opportunities to stand up for yourself - to show me you were capable of being an assertive alpha. And not only did you submit yourself so easily, you literally jumped at the chance to be controlled.''

I'm...I am in charge'', Bambi whispered shakily.I'm the Great Prince.''

The earlier scene repeated itself, though much less violently - with Bambi already against the tree rubbed raw behind him, Ronno once again closed the distance between them, gently this time, until they were face to face once more. Foolishly Bambi thought his buck would initiate another kiss, and gently leaned up while lidding his eyes. Ronno silently rebuffed him, pressing their chests together, but keeping their muzzles and pelvises teasingly inches from renewed contact. The light beige yearling blinked his eyes open in surprise, so painfully close to the jade irises in front of him. A pair of dark hands cupped at the small of Bambi's back, so delicately that he couldn't help but bite his lip. Ronno trembled his way up to the right ear of the body against him, their combined shuddering breaths gently reviving their half-erect members as they lightly grazed their bodies, both horizontal but not for long.

``You genuinely consider yourself leader of the forest? Do you really want to rule this land? Are you going to prove that you're a regal male worthy of the royal bloodline? To Faline? To your father and the other animals of the forest?''

With unexpected grace and tenderness, Ronno's arms slid the rest of the way up Bambi's back and pulled them tight together in a full embrace.

``To me?'' came forth a whispered hiss.

The fawn was no longer shaking. Not bodily. His panting returned, and Bambi silently responded. Even though the young deer only mouthed the word, too low for his vocal cords to even project, his fully aroused counterpart felt the throat squirm against his shoulder, deafening in its own way: ``Yes.''

Before Bambi could wrap his arms around his lover again, he slowly backed away. His inflexible cock quaked at Ronno's next action, though his heart skidded to a conflicted stop. The young dark brown deer turned, and placed his hands on a pine tree askew from their previous encounter: the same one he leaned against before their overwhelming encounter. He pushed his back straight, and extended his rear directly at the conflicted fawn, then turned his head slowly.

``Come, then. Show me what the Great Prince of the Forest can do.''