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Danny was never what one would call a romantic type, he preferred the free flowing taps of an open bar, and the night life scene of the city streets, calling his friends and getting all dressed up to hit the town, have a lustful one night stand, or three, and enjoy the pleasures of sin. Unsurprisingly, the nineteen year old raccoon had never thought too much ahead of what the future would hold, what life would be like, outside of the cushy life his mother and father provided. The chubby, flamboyant raccoon would sadly receive a wake up call on a warm summer's night, when his mother finally had enough of finding him drunk on their sofa, and gave him thirty days to find his own way. With his bank account frozen, his partying dried up, and his life now in a bigger questioning than he had ever felt, Danny raised his middle fingers to his parents, grabbed a bag, and bailed.

He spent only four hours outside on the street, before his first of many friends helped him out, he slept on his sofa, until he was kicked out once again, this pattern would continue until his distant sister finally took pity on him, and in a new town, far from the bustling life of the city, he was given a room, and a three month time frame to find a job and better himself. That was almost two years ago, the now twenty-one year old raccoon was at the bar, celebrating his birthday with his first legal drink, with a few friends and his sister. He had earned a job at a local supermarket, he had made himself quite comfortable in his room, and had in most ways bettered himself indeed, even his formerly distraught parents found themselves sending him money from time to time. But more importantly, was the smiling, lightly drunk Elk that was sitting across from him, who gazed at the raccoon with a loving aura.

"I'm gonna fucki- hic- i'ma do it I swear to god." The elk said to Dan's sister as he leaned over, smirking to the female raccoon, who simply shrugged. "Hey, he could use the stability, get him out of my crafts room yeah?" Danny looked over, brushing the hair from his face as he finished his third Zombie of the night and hazily looked over to the Elk. "What are you gonna do ya big goofy reindeer." The raccoon joked, ushering a smile from the Elk. Jackson, the thirty year old elk, had been a friend of Dan's since he moved into town, he was the one who helped him find the job at the local grocer, he was alongside him as he stopped using marijuana and nicotine, he was all in all a positive influence, but it was not just because of his respect, he felt a pang of love for the raccoon the moment he saw him for the first time, and practically everyone but Danny knew it. Tonight, under the calming truthful haze of alcohol, Jackson would finally ask him the question. Sure, he had never had a boyfriend before, but, other than one night stands, he knew Danny hadn't either, that just made it seem even more perfect that the pair get together. "Danny, can you meet me outside...I got something to ask you..."

Against a brick wall of the small town bar, Danny's stifled moans could be hardly heard over the bar's music and the nearby factory which operated twenty four hours a day, a camouflage they were thankful for, as Danny's hands were placed firmly against the graffiti covered wall, his claws firmly digging into the concrete as Jackson's erect cervine cock was roughly sliding in and out of the raccoon's accepting, experienced ass. Perhaps it was the alcohol or just the rough, intensity of the situation, but the older Elk was not holding back, he was thrusting into the tight depths of the raccoon like they were in a rush, and given the public setting and the feeling of rain approaching in the air, they were. "Deeper Rudolph ugh yesss" Danny begged, his cock tip glistening under the neon lights of the bar as pre dripped to the concrete at their feet, Jackson obliging and thrusting into him deeper, his hips slapping audibly against the raccoon's rear, his cock's tip deeply pushing into the raccoon's prostate. Unable to hold back, and loving every moment of pent up desire that they both felt for one another, Danny let out an adorable chitter only a raccoon could muster, as his shaft pulsated and sprayed the wall in front of them with his seed, not even a few moments later, Jackson pushed himself to the hilt and sprayed the inside of his new lover with copious amounts of fertile elk essence. As the two panted and gripped a hold of the wall, only the ice cold drops of water hitting their backs as the rain began to fall brought them back to reality. "I'll take that as a yes then...?" Jackson coyly asked, as he slowly slid his shaft from out of the raccoon's now leaking hole. Danny nodded, and with a loving smile, embraced the Elk with a deep, honest kiss.

The pair made their way back into the bar, and rejoined the festivities, the evidence of their outdoor romp drying inside their pants, as Danny's sister looked to them, the friends looked up, even the bartender looked to the door. The lightly dampened, new couple joined hands, and raised their arms in unison as Danny proudly announced. "I got a fuckin BOYFRIEND!" Loud whoops and wails of celebration echoed through the bar, as they all spent the rest of the night drinking, dancing, and celebrating the newly founded love. "You're mine, you hear me you little cute fuckin shithead." Jackson said with an arm firmly around Dan, who nearly was asleep from exhaustion and alcohol. "I know, all yours." Dan said, before the oddly warm embrace of unconsciousness blanketed him, and he felt himself lose grip, passing out.

"Where can I put this babe?" Danny asked, his hands filled with a box, one of seven that he had packed and moved from his sister's house, into the Elk's apartment. Danny had finally moved, after a full month in a committed relationship, he felt a bravery he had never had before, a security knowing he wasn't alone in the world anymore, and while the closed aspect of their mateship had definitely caused his freedoms to be limited in comparison to the single life, it was an acceptable sacrifice, other than an innocent flirt or smile to a passing hottie, he was a taken raccoon, and now he was finally moving in, here to bother, drain, and love the Elk every, single night. "Ahh, clothes eh? Just stick em by the bed for now." Jackson said, motioning to the bedroom. Danny walked in and placed the box down on the ground, he had it all, everything he needed to truly get a grip on life, a mate, a place to call his home with that mate, and a future filled with wonder, the only thing he didn't have was a dresser, of all the things to have forgotten. "Don't sweat it, your Elk just happens to be personal friends with Jeff Bullzos." Jackson joked as he handed Dan his phone, the screen showing several dressers with next day shipping available on Amazoo, Dan chuckling "Well tell him I said hi then." Dan replied, picking a basic, cheap black dresser and tapping the order button.

The evening and into night was spent putting things away, fucking, cleaning up different areas of the apartment, fucking, cooking dinner and enjoying it together, fucking, and finally slipping into bed together, and fucking once more. "Lord above, you're going to kill an old man." Jackson said rolling over, panting, as his shaft wetly pulled out of the raccoon, weakly smiling at his lover. "Well maybe, good thing you aint old then huh?" Danny coyly said, laying his head softly on his lover's arm, the two silently basking in afterglow yet again. As Jackson fell asleep, Danny sneakily grabbed his phone and used the elk's slumbering finger to check his order, it was more than just a dresser, it was an exciting final piece of the puzzle, the last link remaining for his independence, he smiled as it was marked as "Arriving tomorrow by 2pm" and returned the phone, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

"Well, good morning sleepyhead, or should I say afternoon..." Jackson said, smiling over his tablet, his coffee half empty and his breakfast already eaten. "Oh god, I didn't even hear the alarm..." Danny said, looking to the clock on the wall, 1:23. "It's fine, you're off today, me not so much. Dan sniffed the air, the air of sex throughout the day was noticeable on him, not so much on his mate who had already showered, and was clad in the uniform of the grocery store. "Awww, how long?" Dan asked, walking to his mate and kissing his cheek, stealing a sip of the nearly finished coffee. "Only a four hour shift, thankfully, god, you smell like horny Elk." Jackson said, chuckling as his watch beeped, 1:25. "Gotta jet, you gonna be okay all alone?" A new apartment, with a new dresser to build, and a new life starting, Dan was not just going to be okay, he was excited. "Absolutely, go get that bread baby." He said, kissing his mate's lips, Jackson returned the kiss, grabbed his bag, wallet and keys, and had gone out the door of the apartment. As the elevator closed, Dan smiled and closed the apartment door, and took a moment to absorb his surroundings in depth, he flopped back onto the couch, half naked, not wearing pants shoes or socks, his only clothing was a white tank top which draped over his soft belly as his smile was wide, he was so happy with his mate, his relationship, and life, that he hardly noticed when he dozed off again.

The jingling bell of a phone barely woke him up as Dan jumped off the couch, running to the bedroom half asleep and answering the landline that Jackson had, for some reason. "Hello?" A gruffy voice replied. "Hi, delivery for uhhh Jackson, need a buzz in." Dan squeaked happily, as he buzzed the door open with the phone, and hung up, too excited at the package's arrival to bother dressing fully, he padded to the his and Jackson's bed, threw on the pair of shorts from last night, and walked back to the door, just in time to hear a knocking. As Dan opened the door, he was greeted by the most ironic postal worker he could of met, another antlered fur, a Whitetail deer, a bit older than Jackson, broader shoulders, and a larger set of antlers. "Jackson?" The Deer asked, looking down at Dan, his disinterested glare turning to one of interest as he locked eyes with the raccoon. "Uhh, no, that's my boyfriend...but this is his apartment...uh, our apartment." He replied. The Deer smirked as he held down a PDA to the raccoon. "Well if the lucky guy isn't around I need a signature...Nice shorts by the way." A spark of excitement flew through the raccoon as his cheeks flushed red, signing the digital screen of the PDA and smiling. "Oh, gosh, thanks, you too." He said, motioning to the Deer's brown shorts.

The Deer could of left, but didn't, as he slapped the top of the oblong box. "This thing is heavy as hell, I can help you carry it in?" He asked, smirking. What a cliche, A handsome delivery man hitting on someone, which was worse, Dan thought to himself, the fact he was experiencing another man flirting with him on the second day living there, or that it was such a predictable situation. He hardly had time to remind himself of Jackson, his loyal and committed mate, as he smiled and shrugged. "I mean it wouldn't hurt, just let me get better clothes on." The Deer just chuckled and gripped the box, lifting it in one of his strong arms and walking right into the apartment with a brazen smile. "No need to get dressed, where do you want it?" As the Deer carried the heavy box into his and Jackson's bedroom and dropped the box on the ground, Dan felt a bit of guilt as he found himself looking eyes locked firmly on the Deer's obvious bulge, the cargo shorts of his uniform doing little to conceal it, as he darted his eyes away from it, to a picture of him and Jackson from a previous picnic that sat on their nightstand. "You know, I have been doing this long enough to know when a cutie wants something." The Deer said brazenly, noticing the look Dan had been giving. "In and out, thirty minutes, why deny yourself, sides, you already smell like dick, I can tell you like it..."

What the fuck? Did he just seriously say that? Dan felt nearly light headed at the concept, it had to be a mind trick, as he shook his head and blinked, looking at the Deer, who had scooted the box containing their dresser to the empty part of the bedroom where it would later be built. He was tempted to scream at the predatory deer, force him from their home, who does this unprofessional asshole think he is, being so bold, so sexy, so fucking tempting. Dan took a deep breath, and looked at the Deer, balling a fist, and ready to let it all out, opened his mouth and softly spoke. "Alright big boy...lay down." Why was he doing this, this random deer, laying directly on his back, his antlers where Jackson's lay, his body tensing up in the same way his mate's does, his toned abs even stronger, more experienced and physical than Jackson's, his moans deeper, it was so similar yet so much different, as Dan was gliding his mouth up and down the perfect stranger's thick, hardening cock, it was not longer than Jackson's but most certainly thicker, and oozing pre at a quicker rate, which Dan was eagerly swallowing. He couldn't blame booze, he couldn't blame inexperience, he could only blame deep, dark, forbidden desire, he had absolutely no reason to be sucking off this Deer in his mate's bed, but the Deer's brazen attitude combined with the rush of disobedience wouldn't let it end any other way.

The Deer softly groaned, resting his hand on Dan's messy hair, pushing down firmly, letting his cock sink deeper into the mated raccoon's accepting throat, causing him to gag, Jackson wasn't usually this rough so Dan wasn't used to it, but loved it as he pushed the stranger's cock warmly to his tonsils and deeper, gagging and slurping roughly around it in sync with the Deer's hand pushing him down. "Daaamn, this guy is fucking LUCKY." The Deer smirked, he had grabbed the photograph of the loving couple, kicking his legs up, relaxing on Jackson's side of the bed, while the raccoon, smiling in the photo, hand in hand with his mate was eagerly choking on his cock. Dan felt no guilt, no remorse, nothing but hot, deep pleasure, as he closed his eyes and forcefully pushed his head back against the Deer's strong grip and back down, the Deer clearly enjoying it as he dropped the photograph against the nightstand with a thud, gripping a hold of the raccoon's warm, albeit inexperienced head and thrusting upward, essentially fucking his throat and mouth. "Fuck yeah, take it you little slut." Not once had Dan ever been called slut, hell, not once had he ever BEEN this much of a slut, but balls deep in his throat was a stranger, in his mate's bed, a sobering reminder that he was indeed a slut, and an eager one too, as his hands firmly gripped a hold of the Deer's balls, squeezing them tightly, his moans warmly vibrating his thick length.

Dan's cell phone rang, he didn't care, he deeply continued his head bobbing, pre was streaming down his throat like a river of adulterous salty pleasure, as the Deer picked it up, seeing the screen filled with "Bae <3" and grinned widely as he dismissed the call, hanging up on the boyfriend of the Raccoon who was about to suck him dry. "He'll call back, ohhhhh fuck...you ready slut?" Dan was beyond ready, he was needing, as he looked up, locking eyes with the Deer and nodding, as he forced himself to tightly throat the cock one last time, groaning in lust as saliva leaked with pre around his lips, growling almost, his long striped tail twitching in excitement. "FFFUUUUUCCCCCCKKKK!" Announced the Deer, the neighbors no doubt hearing it, used to it by now with their nightly sessions, as the Deer began to cum, his thick, musky tip pouring ropes of whitetail load into the accepting raccoon's throat. Dan barely was able to taste the stranger's load with how much he had been drooling, and how it was being directly sprayed down his throat, wanting to taste and feel it, he instinctively pulled off and allowed the Deer's hot load to spray over his face and back with the intensity of which it was spurting. Dripping cum from his mouth, face, and even his back and chest, Dan panted weakly, regaining breath as he smiled up at the Deer, who was sitting up, he rolled over onto his belly and smiled at the deer as he stood up and put on his cargo shorts and undies, a blank expression, yet clearly pleased. "That was great cutie, your man's fucking lucky." The Deer said, those would be the last words the freshly milked Deer would say, as he nodded, and walked out of the bedroom, and out of the apartment.

Guilt should of washed over the raccoon, but for some reason it didn't, not nearly as much as he thought, yeah he felt bad about it, who wouldn't?, but it was too much of a delicious and exciting rush to deny it was fun, besides, Jackson wouldn't ever be aware. Right? So what if the deer just left, so what if he didn't even tell him his name, so what if he was a cheater, this wasn't cheating, it was just a thank you for delivering the dresser, no big deal, besides, it wasn't even cheating, it wasn't inside... Dan continued making mental excuse after excuse to deny the truth, after all these years of change, he had just went right back to being the little slut he was before ever being mated, and worse yet, he loved it. Wiping his lips and face with a nearby towel, Dan leaned down, naked, still matted in the anonymous Deer's cum, and opened his dresser box, and started putting it together. Jackson returned home hours later, and walked through the front door, joining his mate in the bedroom, smiling as he leaned in and kissed the lips which about an hour ago had been wrapped around a stranger's stiff cock. Dan returned the kiss, still not showered, the smell of cum covered up by their own sex sessions before the Elk had gone to work, as he giggled when Jackson said. "Jesus baby, get in the shower, you still taste like my dick."

"Sure...YOUR dick..." Dan said to himself mentally as he smiled to his mate, and nodded. "Heh, sorry baby I got so busy building the dresser." Dan had gotten away with it, as he turned on the water, naked, cum matting his fur as he felt the warm inviting steam of the shower rising up over his fur, he stepped in and smiled as he let the water wash over the random deer's cum, combining with his lover's in a disgusting irony as it sank down the drain, his new life and relationship had just received the dash of spice it needed. Dan sighed in excitement as he felt his cock hardening, sliding a hand down to it and slowly stroking it, but he didn't think of the oblivious elk that sat outside in the other room, he thought of that deer, he thought of a bear, he thought of literally any other thrilling fuck sessions he could fall back into, and the thought alone helped him blow a warm load of seed all over the shower wall, a silent chittering moan as he did, biting his lip, as a sad feeling washed over him, the only regret he had.

He really wished he had gotten that Deer's number.