Orgasmic Lust

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Between Doe & Buck

The simply furnished bedroom was quiet but for the two of them, the window open with the curtain flapping, gently, in the breeze. Yet it was not cool in there, not for them, in the height of summer and wishing that they were most certainly somewhere cooler in the world, the goat and the deer, naked from head to cloven hoof in the arms of passion. They twisted and turned together on the large bed - a splurge for the goat, whose house they were in - moaning together, bodies rising, grinding as one.

It was not their first time together, not by any means, but there was no better way for the two of them to spend a hot, sweaty afternoon on a weekend, when they certainly had nothing better to do, than with one another. Panting, the doe squirmed on top of the goat, her small breasts tickling his chest, brushing his pecs with a feather-light touch.

Mitch moaned, the goat wriggling back and forth on the bed, though his small horns denoted him as someone that was assigned female at birth, even though he was a guy. Having begun HRT some time back, he was on the list for top surgery to start with. After that, Mitch was sure that he would have bottom surgery too, to create a penis from him that was not just the effect of the hormones on his clit, but his horns would remain the same.

With his partner, a roe deer with white spots across her rump, her coat so soft and silky, he knew that was the right decision. It would show him, easily, as a transgender male, but that was okay. Being trans was not always about fully passing - it was just about being authentically himself.

Kissing Red deeply, he ran his paws down her back to her buttocks, pulling her on top. His binder was still in place across his chest, though it would have to come off to sleep, though Mitch didn't care. There were far bigger things to worry about in the world, considering everything that was going on, and he didn't care about things that were soon to be corrected. Breasts were just something that the goat would have to deal with.

"Oh, babe," Red murmured, the doe blushing heavily, the redness of it colouring her cheeks and, somehow, even reaching the insides of her ears. "You've got me so hot..."

He chuckled, stroking down the red brown of her back, the doe's legs sliding to either side of his hips as she straddled him. She stood out in stark contrast to his soft, grey fur, the white and grey patches mottled with some softer, brown hairs, though he had been told that that hair would roughen up and grow a little coarser with the progression of his gender correction treatment.

That was something small, but something that Mitch very much looked forward to, even though others might not have focused so much on it. His broad shoulders were more than big enough to hold Red close, the deer with a head of short, brown hair, though, as her name went, she had once had ginger hair, when she'd been younger. She dyed it when the roots started to show, though he thought she was cute with her little pixie cut still, uniquely her.

His HRT had given him a swollen clit, however, thicker and a little longer too than one might have expected. Even though it was only about two inches long, it gave him so much more to play with, grunting as he nipped at his lips, eyes darkening with raw intensity, need coursing through him with every beat of his heart. As if knowing what was in his mind, Red humped down against him, smirking as she rolled her pussy, adjusting the angle of her hips, against his clit, treating it like the penis he would have.

"Mmm, baby..." He grunted, nostrils quivering as he sucked in a shuddering breath. "Fuck, that feels good..."

"I know, hon, that's why I do it."

She grew bolder and bolder the further they went into the moment, as if things between them could not be any better, could not be any different. In her mind, it always took Red a little longer to get warmed up in that sense, but she came through when the blush crept down her neck, shaking off the lure and prickle of sweat as he hungrily raked his gaze down her naked body.

He didn't have to do anything bar twist his fingers into her short hair as she ducked down between his legs, impatiently spreading them. She had spent more than enough time down there and, frankly, it helped that the doe was pansexual too, having been with both male and female - and other - partners. Truthfully, Red had never cared one bit about him being trans even though she had gotten with him before he'd started transitioning. It was just one more thing he loved about her, another reason on an already long list of reasons to love her. But he didn't need a reason when his heart was already brimming over with pure warmth for her.

Mitch grunted, a smirk on his lips as hers folded around his clit, suckling, drawing his "shaft" into her mouth. Fuck, that felt good. He didn't usually curse, but it felt right when she was treating his body like that, as if it was the only thing that mattered, as if they were the only two left in the whole world

He hissed through his teeth, pleasure swamping him, his free paw gripping and twisting into the sheets, though he didn't want to clutch her hair too roughly. Damn, that was a good thought, the notion of giving up the troubles of the world, the cares that had held them back and down for so very long already. He didn't want to be in that world, but at least if he was going to live in a world that was difficult, he could be there with Red.

The goat grunted, hips rocking up, cloven hooves scarping and scrabbling to find purchase on the sheets. He didn't know where his head was at, though it did tend to go to some strange places when he was in the heat of the moment. Red said that he overthought things, but, well, he couldn't see it like that, not even then, even as he made the active choice to languish in pleasure. He looked down the length of his body to where her lips suckled at his clit, eyes hooded and focused on her task, fingers already probing between his legs at his folds.

Pleasure was pleasure and, even though the sight of his binder reminded him of what lay beneath, he didn't care. He couldn't care, not with her, hips rising, back arching, cursing under his breath.

"Fuck, Red, that feels so good..."

She chuckled against him, not pausing in her work, her tongue lapping around his clit softly. She said it was easier to please him like that, to make him feel good, though it was different kind of good to Mitch than it had been before starting HRT. The goat panted heavily, his narrower chest juddering up with every breath, need coursing through him. It only felt as if it grew stronger and stronger with every stroke of her tongue, her fingers sliding inside him, though the deer was not so slow with the giving of pleasure to only consider his cunny.

Oh no, she was clever, knowing exactly how to work him up into a frenzy, grunting and groaning, even letting out a bleat or too, though even though had deepened in pitch, which he loved. Every bit of him was becoming more and more masculine, every bit in the right way, and he smirked through his lust to grind up against her muzzle again, thanking her silently for all she gave him.

Mitch would return it all back to her, of course, with love and pleasure in due course...

Her fingers pressed deep into his cunny at the same time that a single digit from her other paw quested for entrance to his tail hole. He grunted and shuddered, but the moment was right and he allowed it to happen, his tail hole relaxing and allowing her finger inside, slowly but surely. It was a different sensation to having his cunny fingered, pleasure mounting, the feeling of being filled in both holes mounting higher and higher, as if it was not something that was ever meant to be controlled.

He moaned, his control over himself wavering.

"Unff... Red, what are you doing to me?"

He grunted, rolling his head from side to side, trying to hold onto the play on control he'd had, but...it just wasn't there. In the face of pleasure like that, Red had the upper hand and damn did she know it too! The deer giggled, her face flushed and ears twitching, pulling back only to lavish attention on his folds for a moment, the slick juice of his arousal drooling softly forth, before using that to slicken up his clit even more. Mitch grunted, humping and bucking his hips, though that was something that the deer allowed, her back arching as if she was thinking about grinding back on something too even then.

He tried to think straight, but Red made it difficult, difficult in the very best of ways. He just wanted to cum, to feel that rush of ecstasy, yet it would have been even better for the goat if he could have brought Red off at the same time. He groaned and rocked up against her, her finger pushing deeper into his tail hole, though the twitch of his tail could not be seen, no matter how much it wiggled back and forth. For goats and deer, tails were used to communicate in different ways according to their species - and yet as anthros none of that was needed, not as their grunts and moans rose to lustfully fill the room.

It was better that way, panting, whimpering, his passion rising even as his cunny slickened up even further and clenched around her fingers. Just those muscles squeezing down made his tail hole squeeze too, pleasure rushing straight to his head as Mitch rolled it back against the pillows. Everything on the bed was already askew, his shorter horns having knocked them aside, sheets rumpled and creased under him. And yet the goat could not find it in himself to care, not one little bit, riding the waves of building pleasure as her fingers worked their magic on him.

"Unff... Don't stop, Red," he bleated, heat in his cheeks, though he gripped the bedsheets with one paw, holding her head, lightly, down. "Fuck... Oh, that feels... Nnnggghhh..."

He was not usually one to be so vocal. Maybe it was the heat getting to him, but the goat couldn't help himself, head spinning, the tension within his body rising quickly. He didn't think he was going to hold out for that long, especially as the quirky deer pressed another finger to his tail hole, tempting at more.

Yet Mitch didn't last all that long, however, the deer not even able to get a second finger inside him, panting heavily, his back pressing up as his hips rose. He swore aloud as pleasure overcame him, ecstasy pulsing through, wave after wave of lust heaving him through bliss, squirming in place, raw need grasping him as if it simply wasn't able to let him go. His cunny squeezed around her fingers, though Mitch was barely even aware of that through orgasm, the pulse of desire through him coming to a head in the best of ways.

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