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A wire tripped in my brain as a noise made my large ears swivel, turning the mirror-like surface of my sleeping mind into a tempest.

I couldn't say I was 'awake', but there was simultaneously enough sense in me to both be able to speak, and to utter words I didn't have the sense to refrain from speaking.

"Do whatever you want, just keep it out of my hair..." I grumbled, shifting slightly to get myself back into the prime spot of comfort of my bed. The dream I had been in the midst of enjoying was still fresh; I could still see the sights and taste the tastes of a professor of mine from college. Hopefully I could salvage it before it slipped from my mind completely.

Maybe it was the heated dream, or the fact that I remained so precariously perched on the edge of falling back into it, but the weight that settled onto the foot of my bed didn't cause me a start. Logical questions like_'Did I bring anyone home with me today?'_ and_'Am I being robbed?'_didn't enter my muddled thoughts once.

I had been horrendously worked up from my dreams, so when I felt the sheets covering my legslift up and someone start to crawl over top of my lower half, I couldn't bring myself to care.

Surely if they wanted to hurt me, the hands I felt rubbing up my thighs and over my full backside wouldn't be, well... they wouldn't be cupping and squeezing each cheek. They wouldn't be savouring the pliability of my plush asswith care and near-adoration. The muzzle I could feel slipping under my tail and the tongue snaking its way down over my ring conjured the spectre of my professor in my nearly-dreamingmind, preparing me for an extra credit assignment I was all too happy to take on.

I groaned, hugging a well-worn and deflated pillow underneath me to my chest as I subconsciously lifted my hips, egging the professor on as he worked me over.

What had I been worried about before?

Coherent thought escaped me as the tongue snaking back and forth under my tail arrested all of my attention, what little conscious amount of it I had at the moment, at least. Even when it withdrew and the weight atop me adjusted into a _far_more familiar position, I opted to just lay back and enjoy the ride.

I could feel a glob of warm saliva drip down onto me, hitting my left cheek only to be pushed and smeared over my tail hole by a wonderfully thick shaft. The dream of my professor flared anew at that feeling, for he too was gifted with a cock that had girth to it. I knew exactly how much it would hurt going in at first, but once he grabbed a hold of my antlers and 'tutored' me enough, I wouldn't want him to pull it out.

I groaned again, lifting my hips as much as I could in a feeble attempt to catch the thick head of the shaft with my hole, desperate to get the worst part over with so I could enjoy being fucked. A strong hand gripped the back of my neck though, keeping me pinned down while the imposing slab of meat was slapped down against my saliva-soaked taint.

If he could see in the dark, he must have been taking a moment to simply enjoy the sight of a pristine piece of buck backside... before he utterly ruined it.

My eyes finally snapped open as the head pressed against me and started forcing the muscles of my tail hole open. I bit down on my pillow, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I focused on trying to relaxas much as I could. I couldn't have been reminded more of my professor as the steady force overwhelmed me, taking me not for my comfort or enjoyment, but for his. At that moment, I ceased to be a Grade A student; turning instead into nothing more than a hole for the older male to get his rocks off and blow a load into.

Fuck did I ever love it though...

A small part of my mind was still trying to work out exactly whether or not this was a dream however, with one side arguing that it felt incredible enough to match the memories I had with my professor and was so absurd in the fact that it seemed to be happening in my flat where I lived alone. The counter-argument from theother side pointedout that it felt too_real. Someone _w_as_in my bed, and neither side could find a memory of me hooking up with anyone, nor bringing anyone home with me.

I hadn't drank anything during the day. I was in my own bed, in my own flat, not at my professor's home. I hadn't invited anyone over from any of the apps I occasionally browsed...

There wasn't anyone else in my flat except...

Dad.

My eyes focused and widened.

O __h shit.

All cylinders in my brain fired up and went into overdrive in the span of half a second.

Your dad is staying with you for a week. Adam! Your newly single FATHER is the ONLY other person in this flat! That's dad dick under your tail damn it!

The cock halted in its onslaught, given brief pause at the fact that my entire body went asrigid as a flagpole the moment I came to the realization that I was being mounted by my father.

There was a brief huff from above me, then a deep chuckle as the older deer withdrew an inch, then began properly thrusting into me.

Every exclamation or protest I could think of died in my throat as each pump went deeper and deeper. The squeak of the bed springs and grunts from above me made it nearly impossible to form a coherent thought, and actually served to help bury the startling revelation I had made. Part of me was still in shock, but when my dad's strong legs shifted closer, pressing my own legs tightly together to help tighten me up. When his swollen sack slapped against my thighs and his groin collided against my ass, I found it hard to take issue with anything.

My professor had been working me over for an entire semester, training me to shut my mouth and ride a cock like any good buck should. 'Dad' suddenly became some anonymous brute that had slipped into my flat, into my room, and into my bed, just to fuck me.

But even training could only mask so much...

I had a clear image in my mind's eye of what was happening.

A stag, larger than me by a good foot with muscles to match, covered in chocolate brown fur that was darker over his shoulders and back,tensing and flexing as he hunched over the prone body of his smaller, more lightly coloured son. Eighteen points sat atop his head; a perfect indication if any was needed that he was in charge, especially when compared to my own eight. That hand that had worked on building improvements to my childhood home was squeezing the back of my neck so hard it almost hurt, but I couldn't be mad.

The rocking of his hips and the wet smacking of his shaft between my cheeks was already driving me towards my climax, and when his other hand gripped onto my right antler and tugged my head back, I was tipped over the edge.

A feminine bleat, more high pitched and submissive of a sound than I've ever produced for anyone else, filled my room as I soaked the bed sheets below me with my seed.

Dad was hunched over me, rolling his hips roughly against me making me squirm. I could see him in the dim light of my room, looking directly down at me as if he didn't care at all that I was his son. I was nothing more than a random doe to him, available and not putting up any kind of a fight to get him out of me.

"You ready for it, Adam?" His words buried any lingering doubt that this wasn't just an intensely vivid dream as he leaned down to speak into my flattened ears. "You ready to finally get a piece of your old man?"

Fuck yes.

"Come on boy," He growled, pulling on my antler and twisting my head to the side. "I didn't raise you to be bashful."

You didn't raise me to take your dick, either!

"F-fuck me," He clearly didn't care that I was his son. Hell, I certainly didn't care either at that point. "Fuck me dad!"

"Better." The stag straightened himself up, grabbing me by my hips with both hands to pull me against his slowing thrusts. He was squeezing me tightly, painfully, while putting as much strength as he could behind each slam of his hips against my ass. My body jerked forward each time he bottomed out under my tail, only to be pulled back the next instant to meet his next thrust in a chorus of lewd slaps and spring squeaks.

I was really getting into it now.

With my arms out in front of me, I braced myself for each thrust, then helped push myself back to the meet the next one even though dad likely didn't need the assist. He showed his appreciation for my newfound enthusiasm with a hard slap to my left cheek before pausing only long enough to slip his legs between my own, forcing me open.

Another hard slap made me gasp and wince, but my dad just kept pounding away without a care until eventually, he began slowing down.

I thought he was nearing his climax, but he simply gripped me tightly and rolled to the side, dragging me along with him until our positions were reversed. He reclined on my bed, his upper half supported by the dozen pillows I routinely spooned with, keeping his massive rack from piercing anything important.

"Show daddy how much you wantthis." He said, raising his arms and linking his hands together behind his head.

Whether it was the cock splitting me open, the lingering sting on my behind, or the fact that it was my dad's lap I was sitting in, I felt only the urge to get him off.

I started bouncing.

My legs were already weak, but I felt a fresh surge of energy as I got myself comfortable on my dads lap. It felt so strange to think of that, but it also felt strangely right. I kept my legs flexed, grinding my hips up and down to get as much as of my dad's dick out of and back into my ass.

Closing my eyes, I could focus on upping my speed, increasing the power I could put into each drop until I heard the musical noises of ass clapping on groin. My dad's grunts picked up in volume, clearly appreciating my efforts and skill and even throwing in some upward thrusts. His hand found my ass several more times before I started to slow, the burn in my legs ramping up quicker and quicker.

"Slowing down on me, boy." He said, reaching up to grab one of my antlers again to pull my head back.

"S-sorry dad..." Was all I could mutter before the stag let me go, his hands moving to once again roughly grip my hips.

I must have weighed nothing to my dad.

He kept me sitting upright, my ass several inches from the base of his crotch, and held me there while he adjusted his legs and started thrusting upwards. I let out a yelp at the fresh assault, his cock seeming to hit deeper than it had before as my father dropped me against his lap just to pick me up again and again.

"Fuck..." He grunted.

The room reeked of his efforts, of our unexpected romp on my bed; of sweat and cock and lust. It was enough to keep me rock hard as I did my best to meet my dad's thrusts with bounces of my own, but he was the one doing all the work. The stag had taken full charge of his doe and was moving me in the way _he_preferred, and I could do little more than stare across my room at the mirror atop my dresser and watch in the low light as my dad teetered on the edge of orgasm.

I could just see the light glinting off of his meaty shaft whenever he pulled me off of his lap. His sack, bouncing lewdly up and down between his legs had a similar highlight as saliva and precum soaked into the thin fur covering them with each collision of our bodies.

"Cum in me dad," I spoke breathlessly as my eyes locked onto those two prizes. "Please!"

"As if... I'd fucking..." He accentuated each word with a harsh thrust. "Stop... NOW!"

He pulled me down onto his lap with a shout, both hands moving up to squeeze my shoulders, ensuring there was no chance that I could escape what was coming.

As if I wanted to.

I could barely move under his grip, but he kept grinding up into me. His large hooves digging deep into my mattress as his entire body flexed with his orgasm. The pressure under my tail doubled in a matter of seconds as those two glorious orbs of my father's pulled tight and began unloading into me.

My hands slid up my lithe stomach, and maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but my stomach almost felt warmer now that my dad was cumming. They continued their journey up over my chest and to my shoulders, finding the tensing fingers of my dad still squeezing me painfully hard. I held his hands as he came down from his climax, and we both just sat there basking in the afterglow.

I didn't want to move. My hips, of their own accord, continued to gently grind in small circles into my dad's lap, desperate for more of his seed even as we both panted on the verge of exhaustion.

At least, I was on the verge of exhaustion.

"Keep moving like that, boy," My dad said, removing his hands from my shoulders to slip them around my midriff in an almost tender hug. "And you're going to get me going again."

He spoke into my twitching ear, and it sent a chill through me.

How was he not tired after that?

"Experience, boy," He said, as if reading my thoughts, while he pressed his muzzle into the nape of my neck, giving a few tender licks and a firm nip now and then. "When I'm done with you, you'll be able to wear out any guy you lift that pretty tail of yours for."

My professor had been utterly driven from my mind, and sleep seemed a concern so distant it wasn't to even be considered.

This was going to be a long week...