Stuck in the Rut
#1 of The Stag's Rut
A stag finds himself lost in the wild throes of his rut, and all the intense fantasies that come along with it. :3
This vignette was written for Yui_olp as part of my Patreon request days for the month of May 2019. It contains M/Solo masturbation and fantasies of M/F sex between consenting adults. :3
Stuck in the Rut
Two days ago, Sage had felt that familiar stirring in his loins. The stag known that it was coming for a week or more, his sex drive cranking up to such a degree that he'd been forced to dart off to the bathroom four or five times a day at work in order to relieve an erection which would otherwise have threatened to humiliate him in front of all his colleagues. But only on that day two days ago had he known for sure that his rut was beginning, when he had woken up not just rock hard, but cumming from whatever dream he had been engaged in; thrusting skyward and soaking, utterly ruining his sheets with the volume of cum his substantial balls let loose into their soft fabric. Even in the wake of that orgasm, spent and sensitive as his body might have been, he could feel arousal lingering. Stirring inside of him, keeping him rock hard. Needless to say that day at work had not been pleasant, and he had informed his boss in the early afternoon that he was going to have to take medical leave for a week or so for... to use the HR terminology... matters of biological imperative.
Yesterday however, Sage had wondered if it had somehow been a false start, or if he had just been weirdly and inexplicably horny because he was expecting things to get started. He'd jerked off a bunch and had bought in all the supplies he'd need to keep his energy up without requiring leaving the house for a week, but beyond that the prior day had really just been a lot of sitting around doing what he might do on any chilled out day off. Combine that with thinking about how much extra work his colleagues were going to have to do in order to cover for him if they weren't able to find someone to step in at short notice, and the deer actually found himself considering calling up his boss and telling him it had been a false alarm, that he could come in tomorrow if needed. In the end though he hadn't risked in, and in the end that had been a very good call indeed. Because, after heading to bed and jerking off one last time at around eleven that evening, Sage had woken up once more at around two thirty, only to find himself suddenly and fully consumed by the full fury of his rut.
"Ah. Aaahhhh! Ahhhhhhhnnnnhghhhahhhhdd!"
Hips bucking, thrusting skyward of their own accord as Sage grappled his substantial cock within both hands, the stag stared upward in glassy eyed ecstasy while he watched himself paint the ceiling of his bedroom for the sixth time in under an hour and a half. The bedding all around him was already long past ruined by the cum that had rained down from his fountaining eruptions, but never in years past had Sage found it necessary to consider protecting the ceiling from his emissions. It was far too late now though. The bedroom roof was dripping with cum, and yet more droplets and strings of his seed were dangling from it as even now more were added to the mess. Even the first orgasm of the night had hit the ceiling, but each one since then had been longer and more potent than the last. Far from running low on seed to produce, his body seemed to be growing more and more capable of intense and copious production with each passing minute, not to mention each passing climax. And as the orgasms grew more intense, so too did the almost hallucinatory fantasies which accompanied them.
"Please, o-ohh god... I love you. I... let me do it. Let me put a baby in you, right here, right now, tonight."
Sage groaned breathlessly, mindlessly to the doe straddling him upon the bed, her slick pussy rubbing back and forth along his cock as she blushed, giggled, and nodded to him eagerly. His muzzle opened, and his tongue extended forth as he began to make out with the woman so vivid, so real within his mind. He swore he could feel her hands on his chest, pinning him down as she kissed him, as she rocked against him just waiting for his continued erection to be ready to cum once again. And though he knew, though they both knew it wouldn't be long, she kept kissing him, teasing him, begging him to fuck her as though doing everything in her power to get him back to that frantic state of imminent release as fast as possible.
"Yeah. Ohh, yes... do it. Ride me. Don't hold back. Please."
The minutes it took him to recover from his last masturbatory bout passed in a haze that made it seem almost instantaneous, and before Sage knew it he was jerking himself feverishly once again, though as far as his fantasy was concerned it was the doe's soaking wet pussy wrapping around his cock and starting to bounce upon it, not his hands sliding up and down its amply cum-lubed shaft. She shrieked, she bellowed in ecstasy of her own as she rode him, so loud that Sage almost lifted a hand to cover her muzzle. He couldn't let them be interrupted. Couldn't let anything stop or even briefly interrupt this moment. It was their destiny, it was their life's purpose to mate. To breed. To come together to create a child that they would love and raise so dearly together. It was written in the stars above, glittering like points of shimmering light in the sky. And even if in reality those stars were his cum stuck to the ceiling, catching the reflection of his bedside lamp's light, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered any more except the next orgasm, the next release, and the next fantasy to accompany it.
Back arching, hooves scrabbling at the bedding, antlers clacking loudly against the headboard as he thrashed and cried out, Sage came again. He felt his warm cum raining down over his torso, over his face, and as the waves of pleasure crashed over him, he wasn't in his bedroom any longer. He was in the middle of a wide open meadow, and though it was warm, muggy and humid even outside, the heavens had just opened and sent torrential rain pouring down over himself and the doe still riding him, still begging him for more even as he felt his cock letting loose within her clutching depths over and over again.
"Please! Aaahhhgod, please, let me fuck you!"
If he waited at all before starting to jerk himself towards his next orgasm, the stag wasn't the slightest bit aware of it. One moment his mind's eye had him cumming into the doe, and the next he was staggering through a lush forest with cock in hand, chasing the most gorgeous ass with a fluffy tuft of a tail attached to two lithe, beautiful hoofed legs. Finally he caught up to her, bursting out of the treeline into a lush clearing, and he lunged forward at her. In that moment, the stag's hands froze upon his cock as something about his own fantasy caught him off guard. The woman he was chasing, the woman he was imagining that he was about to fuck, she wasn't anthro any more. She was four legged, and though not wholly feral as she turned around and bleated to him pleadingly, wiggling her tail and ass encouragingly at him, her obvious sapience was clearly offset in his mind by her quadruped gait.
"Nnhh... no, I... I shouldn't..."
He whimpered, but even as he said it, his body betrayed him. His urges overcame his common sense, and a moment later he was masturbating again, which meant that whether he intended it or not the version of himself standing in the forest was advancing on the doe once again.
"Ohhhyesssss... so hot. So wet, you're... oohh, please. Let me fill you."
He grasped the deer's flanks and began to pump into her with fierce intensity. She bellowed, arching her back, stomping at the ground with her hoofed feet, tossing her head as her ears flicked and her tail twitched with every stroke deep into her clutching, quivering depths. No male had ever filled her like this. No stag had ever fucked her like this, not just satisfying her urge to breed, but making her feel so, so good with his cock as though he actively desired her pleasure rather than just the resolution of their mating. How Sage rationalised knowing what the doe was thinking, what she was feeling in that moment he had no idea. But as before, it really didn't matter. Nothing did but the pleasure. Nothing but the thick, heavy slapping of his thighs against hers, of his hips against her hindquarters, and soon the echoing cries of her ecstasy while another flood of hot cum poured deep inside of her.
In reality meanwhile Sage's cum gushed forth against the ceiling and coated the bed, the carpet surrounding the bed and indeed the stag himself more liberally and copiously than ever before. He couldn't stop, and needless to say he had absolutely no desire for these feelings to end either. In that moment, his rut was his entire world. It was everything, it was absolute. And thus, in that moment the fantasies in which his pleasure-addled mind was indulging were effectively more vivid, more real than reality itself.
"Please..."
He gasped breathlessly as in the forest, he mounted the doe once again. This time though, something was different as he nuzzled at the back of her neck while his cock slid deeper and deeper into her sweet, hot, clutching depths. As his limbs wrapped around her upper body and he heard her bellow as his cock came to rest hilted within her, sharp, short thrusts the only motion they needed to touch the stars with ecstasy anew, he felt so strong. So virile. So wild. He grunted. Snorted. Bellowed back at her as a hot rush of liquids poured out around his cock and sprayed against the sensitive flesh of his heavy hanging balls. He could feel her trembling in pleasure, but also quaking beneath his weight. Beneath his size as he loomed over her.
"Oh god..."
The stag groaned as he realised what was different. That he wasn't standing behind the four legged deer any more. He was mounting her. Riding her, fucking her in his own huge, powerful, majestic quadrupedal form.
Throwing back his head, staring up into the moon and starlit sky, Sage bellowed at the top of his lungs as he thrust his hips again, then again, and felt his balls tighten. His eyes rolled back. He felt her pussy clutch and gush around him yet again, and as they stood there quaking, shuddering, howling in the throes of their primal union, he felt himself flood her fertile womb with thick ribbons of his cum... and desperately, passionately wailed a wordless plea for this feeling, for this rut, and for this fantasy to never, ever end.
By Jeeves
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