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Times were changing. The Black Market, the city's worst kept secret, was destroyed. The myth of the ostensible utopia of the modern world was gone. Truthfully, carnivores' dietary needs had indeed been completely solved. But doctrine taught they needed only to avoid temptation by keeping distance from herbivores.

From the perspective of some, the reality had been that the Black Market provided carnivores a necessary means to sate their voracious appetites, the meat provided not through killing but instead through the smuggling of the bodies of deceased herbivores from hospitals and funeral homes. Yet the reality had been that the Black Market was overrun by organized crime and the trade of lives went on in the shadows as well, carnivore and herbivore lives alike.

In truth, use of the Black Market was not as ubiquitous as its defenders claimed. When the public at large learned about it and the horrors that went on there, it was demolished. Although not "every" carnivore used it, it was an undeniable fact that many did. And so as the saying goes, in the midst of chaos there is opportunity.

Its demolition left an enormous market gap for alternative means of sating those carnivores who had difficulty suppressing their predation drives. And with change, what was once unthinkable in polite conversation became only taboo. The barely hidden trade of meat was gone, and hunger for research into why it worked exploded.

And so the Horns Conglomerate took full advantage of the market, naturally though a complicated web of holding companies and subsidiaries to placate those worried about sullying the name of the brand. Anyone digging for information could find the connection, but shareholders were perfectly happy pulling in profits from work the general public didn't associate with the entity.

Herbivore blood from the Black Market had been used as a drug to calm carnivores' nerves, and research into the mechanisms involved yielded a possible solution. Herbivore Essence was identified as a measurable chemical, and methods were developed to process it into a legitimate medication, most effectively delivered anally with suppositories. Ongoing research had thus far failed to accomplish a cost-effective way to synthesize it in high enough quantities for the entire population of carnivores, necessitating millions of willing herbivore donors. Thus a market was born for herbivores to donate or sell essence to be processed into medication.

Further research confirmed another breakthrough: sexual fluids were a source many times more concentrated than blood, especially if shared immediately after orgasm. And sexual fluids could be freely donated, especially easily for males, without the complications of filtering or donating blood. Thus Essence Exchange was born: a social network with a convenient phone app for herbivores to share their essence with needy carnivores. Naturally the company provided the necessary equipment for indirect exchange for a moderate markup, for both collection and anal injection. Selling the exact same devices branded as sex toys through another subsidiary provided yet another profit opportunity.

Of course, males already possessed the anatomy for direct injection, and typically regenerated their supply quickly. Hence, for the most efficient dosage application male donors and their recipients could flag their profiles as "Available for Direct Exchange." The medical nature of the app belied its shattering of sexual taboos; a few options transforming it into a tool for both those looking for regular contacts and those interested in a nearby anonymous hookup.

Louis the red deer, president of the mammoth Horns Conglomerate, impatiently looked down upon the cityscape before him from his high-rise apartment balcony. Having just showered, he stood nude in the evening air. The breeze dried the tan fur of his well-groomed body. He discreetly rented the alternate residence for one purpose. He was ready for the night ahead.

Truthfully, he held a deep love of carnivores. And for a carnivore fetishist like himself, the situation was heavenly: a not just legitimate, but noble altruistic duty to indulge. He heard the tone of his phone's notification, warning him his scheduled appointment would start in fifteen minutes. His sheath stirred, and he scolded himself. He was determined to maintain the facade this was merely a friendly donation. His client didn't know that as much carnivore tail as Louis could get if he wanted, Louis only had one contact on Essence Exchange. He went inside, closed the balcony doors, and put on his robe. And then he waited.

The intercom sounded and Louis' heart raced. Putting on a no nonsense expression, his mounting anticipation concealed, he walked to the intercom panel and answered. On the screen was a tall wolf wearing an impossibly innocent expression.

"I'm here for my appointment," was all the wolf said.

The deer hit the buttons to let him in. "You can come up Legoshi, I have a busy schedule so don't keep me waiting."

"That dumb dog," he thought. As if the wolf couldn't come up already. Louis had given him the proper access cards, but didn't tell him he was his only client. It wasn't technically a lie though. The president of the Horns Conglomerate was in fact a very busy buck. But the truth was for this he made sure he would not be disturbed for the night. Louis made his way to the bedroom and sat on the bed.

After what felt like an eternity, the buck's ears twitched at the tell-tale beep of the lock followed by the door opening. He tried to keep his calm demeanor as he heard the sound of the wolf taking his shoes off. Then, finally, the tall scruffy form of the deer's "client" filled the bedroom door. He was barefoot, having taken off his socks as well with his shoes, with politely trimmed toe claws. The swiftly swishing tail alleviated any guilt the horny stag may have had in concealing just how much he wanted this. Legoshi was happy to be there, and he wanted it too.

"I don't need to take everything off if you want this done as quickly as possible," the wolf offered, his bashful gaze indirect. "Everything is ready for taking my dose." His long fluffy tail swayed behind him, with a hesitation giving away some trepidation.

Louis was long past the stage of denial of his insatiable need to manhandle the wolf. "No, that's fine. We don't want to get your clothes dirty." He got off the bed and walked to the wolf at the door.

"I can undress myself," the wolf said, his ears awkwardly askew. He took off his shirt, revealing his muscular form, folded it, and dropped it neatly on the dresser beside the bedroom door.

Seeing the wolf's bare chest stoked primal alarm in the deer's mind. Louis was in top shape, but he knew Legoshi could effortlessly overpower him. And yet the towering carnivore, standing in the way of the only escape from the room, was preparing to offer himself in the most vulnerable of ways. The contrast was exhilarating.

"Nonsense," the deer replied, "you're both my client and friend, and we promised to take care of each other." He crouched down in front of the large predator, unbuckled the wolf's belt, and with impossible to contain excitement unzipped his pants. With his slender fingers, he reached around the wolf and unclasped the fluffy lupine tail from his pants, pulling them all the way down. Without being asked, the wolf raised each large footpaw to fully remove the garments. The lupine turned around and picked up the pants, giving Louis a view of a wet splotch on the back of his underwear.

The buck recoiled, losing some of his excitement. "Legoshi, why are your underwear wet?"

"You said to come completely prepared for the appointment." The wolf averted his gaze in embarrassment as he removed the last of his garments, "I tried to hold it in but some dripped out."

"You walked here with lube in your ass." The buck stated incredulously as he freely gawked at the wolf's backside. His sheath tingled, but the disciplined buck managed to avoid too much outward excitement. "When I said come prepared, I only meant to come cleaned up, both inside and out." He couldn't begin to imagine the embarrassment the wolf must have felt buying the lube and the means to pump it up into himself.

Louis untied his robe and let it drop to the floor. He intentionally made a show of his rump as he crawled onto the bed, exhilarated to catch the wolf staring at his toned rear end rather than that leg as he sat in the middle of the bed, his legs apart in front of him. He looked back to the wolf, "I'm ready, so come get your injection."

Finally the buck stopped trying to hold it back as the wolf went through their typical routine, climbing onto the bed and carefully straddling over Louis' head, carefully avoiding his horns. Lupine fingers descended on Louis' sheath, claws trimmed harmlessly short in preparation for the "donation." As awkward as Legoshi could be, he was still a male and knew how to play with his "donor's" sheath to stimulate an erection. It didn't take long for the deer's shaft to poke out of his sheath, especially with the view of the wolf's tip poking out of his own fuzzy pouch, dangling above his head. He kept his gaze upon the other male's groin as both reached full arousal.

The buck was ready. "It's in the usual drawer if we need more lube." The wolf just shook his head and moved forward, straddling the buck's legs. Tail lifted high, the shapely lupine rump was ready for the taking. True to his word the wolf was pristinely clean and prepared, and as Louis took in the view with ragged breaths a wad of lube dribbled out of the rump before him onto his member. He coated his rigid member with the gooey substance and grabbed the muscular hips with both hands, the wolf letting the slender hands guide his rump until the tip of the deer's rigid member disappeared between two buttocks and, after some delightfully pleasurable positioning, found contact with the tight slick entrance.

"Legoshi," Louis huffed as the rump descended and enveloped his maleness, until finally the big butt rested heavily against the smaller male's lap, two pairs of balls atop each other, bushy tail resting along the deer's body. Said deer lay back, trying to relax and savor the moment as long as possible without blowing immediately. He waited for what always came next: the snug massage of his "client's" backside as it rocked in his lap until the inevitable "donation" came, but then he realized he was still resting a hand on the backside before him. "Uh, sorry..." the buck blurted out awkwardly as he quickly let go and put his arm down.

As the wolf began riding the member inside him he replied, "You can touch if you want." Legoshi's previous Essence Exchange appointments had been routine. Louis kept his hands off and it didn't take him long to deliver Legoshi's prior "doses." Louis dared not risk upsetting the status quo, but the invitation to indulge was a welcome surprise.

The buck did not hesitate. He firmly grabbed the tail in front of him and held it aside to enjoy the view of the completely nude predator atop him. He moaned as he used his other hand to admire the muscular form in front of him, enthralled by the view of his maleness disappearing deep into the alluring crescent of the butt he impaled. Squeezing and exploring the contours, he groped the wolf's rump as he looked up and admired the Adonis before him. Louis didn't know if it was time, the wolf's mixed ancestry, or his regular doses of essence that caused it, but Legoshi had healed considerably. What once were large scars were hidden once more under the wolf's fur. Strong muscles rippled under soft fur, and the deer took in the view all the way down the back to the electrifying view of the shapely rump in his lap.

Louis stared as his member was massaged by the walls of the anus before him, watching his length appear and disappear over and over again. This was the part he shamelessly relished. The firm weight of a large carnivore atop him, the bouncing rump, and finally the subtle moans coming from the wolf. "I'm fucking Legoshi," Louis thought to himself, the notion still exciting even after several weeks of appointments. "I'm actually fucking this giant predator." The red deer began to assist, pushing his hips up firmly into the needy rump as it descended, their balls lightly brushing against each other with each rocking thrust.

As he took in the heavenly sights before him and the ecstasy of the undulating butt on his cock, the buck was delighted to see the wolf's arms extended forward between his own legs. "Legoshi is actually jerking off with my cock in his ass." Louis was prideful at the thought, and the fact a giant carnivore was pleasuring himself atop him pushed all the right buttons. "I'm actually fucking Legoshi, and he's enjoying it."

The wolf was actually panting, and the slick sounds coming from the other side of the canine suggested the canine's cock was lubed up on his own pre-ejaculate. If asked to stop, the wolf would have immediately, but the fact was if he didn't want to the buck beneath him would have been powerless. Carnivores had a pitiable need, and Louis took pride in the fact he was about to do his part to sate that need.

A symphony of sensations drove the buck's bliss. The sight of his member disappearing into the wolf over and over, the feeling of their bodies sliding against each other with the firm pressure every time he hilted,, the massage along his member with each long stroke, The feel of the flexing muscles as he gripped the wolf's thigh, the musky smells of sex filling the room, the continuing subtle movement of the wolf's shoulders as he jacked himself off, the ragged breaths and occasional stifled moans.

Louis wanted it to keep going on, but knew the end was near. And then it happened: the wolf looked back at him, ears angled, picking up every sound of pleasure the buck made. The buck always used to say it annoyed him, but the gentle eyes on him as his hips continued to rock was the final straw.

"D.. Don't stop." And the wolf didn't stop, and he stared, and Louis shot his essence deep into the wolf's rump. Agonizing pleasure enveloped his penis as the wolf dutifully kept bouncing. He kept staring into those pure eyes, moaning as overwhelming stimulation paralyzed him. "Just keep going. Don't stop!"

The helpless buck pleaded as a secondary wave of feeling rose up his cock. "Legoshi!" He cried out as the climax rose into a second series of pulses into the wolf's rump, as the canine kept dutifully bouncing the entire time. Pinned, the buck bucked up against the pliable rump over and over until finally the pleasure tapered off.

"Okay, okay stop," Louis told the wolf between panting breaths. And so the wolf sat in his lap, still impaled as his body took a massive hit of the essence rapidly absorbed from the injection right up his rump.

"Sorry, just a little more..." the wolf explained as he jerked himself off.

"No, wait!" the deer commanded. As much as the buck enjoyed the regular quick trysts, the wolf's new permission to indulge emboldened him. "It's only fair you pay me back." The wolf got up onto his knees and the air stung the buck's sensitive member as it slipped free. While most of his load stayed up the wolf's rump, the streaks of white lewdly flowing from the now empty pucker stoked a feeling of primal pride.

Free of the wolf's weight, Louis scooted forward on his back, and grabbed at the rump still before him, pulling him back. Legoshi moved, letting the deer guide him until finally the lupine package was dangling above him. The buck tentatively licked along the underside of the balls above him, enthralled by the musky scent wafting down from above him. The tantalizing sheath and shaft bobbed before him, but he dared not attempt to reach them lest he poke the poor wolf with his antlers.

"Bend down so I can reach." Louis watched as the angle changed, the red rocket swiveling to a more accessible angle. As he nuzzled against the dangling package, the wolf above him gasped. He grasped the fuzzy balls in one hand and pushed the shaft down with the other, taking a lick along the tip.

"Louis, quick if you want it!" The wolf whined as the warm tongue sent him to the point of no return. The deer quickly enveloped the tip into his muzzle. Thinking back to what he saw in his "research" into canine sexuality, he firmly grasped the base of the wolf's member and was immediately greeted with the salty taste of the wolf's own essence. He grasped around and under the engorging canine knot, relishing the moans and whining coming from his companion.

Eventually the length in his mouth stopped twitching. The deer's own member never had a chance to fully retreat into his sheath, and indeed had sprung back to full hardness under the ongoing lewd circumstances. He imagined the wolf staring at it, and so he rocked his hips side to side for emphasis. "Why don't you clean up your mess, and take another dose while down there?"

Louis gasped as wetness immediately assaulted his member. Legoshi may not have had experience but his long wet tongue easily supplied renewed ecstasy, and Louis didn't bother trying to suppress yelps of pleasure when the assault brushed against his sensitive tip. But the wolf also didn't neglect the command to clean, hungrily lapping at the balls before him, carefully grooming around and in the sheath of the turgid length before him.

Finally the wolf engulfed the entire member, his nose pressing into his friend's balls, his arms reaching around the deer's thighs, holding him in place.

In turn Louis let go of the lupine knot and did his best to take the wolf's length into his own muzzle. He reached around and hugged the wolf's waist, groping his butt and guiding him down until they were both snugly entwined, each nursing the other's maleness.

Soon the two worked out an unspoken rhythm, taking turns suckling and licking each other's members, pausing to give the other relief to focus on pleasuring the other.

Whines and moans filled the room. Louis let himself forget the world and all of his responsibilities, and let himself be enthralled by the natural musk assaulting his senses, the wolf's balls resting along the length of his muzzle and face. He relished the feel of the firm muscles and shapely rump his hands could freely explore, and the squirms and sounds of pleasure coming from his partner as he licked and suckled, before he let up and awaited the wolf's assault of pleasure on his own crotch.

The deer panted and held his companion tightly as the wolf bobbed and licked along his length. Legoshi didn't have room to explore with his hands and so he held Louis' legs firmly. Occasionally a sharp fang would tickle the deer's member, never enough to hurt, but enough to thrill the carnivore fetishist. The firm grip alone was enough to excite him as pleasure washed over his member. The only way he could get out of the position was if the huge wolf allowed him to. He'd always been enamored by the sheer potential of the wolf's strength, and the immobility of his legs as he attempted to squirm only helped fuel his excitement.

How many times the two took turns trading pleasure the deer could not guess, but eventually the inevitable started to build, the pleasure gaining in intensity until finally the wolf ravenously nursed the cock in his mouth as Louis moaned loudly with his mouth full, blinding pleasure coursing through him as he shot into the wolf's demanding muzzle, each wave of pleasure unrelenting as the tongue and muzzle kept at work, building another surge of sensations as the deer soared through no less than three waves of pulsating squirts the wolf hungrily swallowed.

The rush of essence filling his muzzle must have been too much for the wolf, because he repaid the buck with his own rush of salty fluid. Louis suckled until the spurting fluid slowed to trickle, enjoying the canine whines of pleasure filling the room. The two kept up their intimate embrace as they caught their breath, mouths still full of each other's maleness.

As the deer panted through his nose right up between the sheath and balls of his companion he was continuously awash with the intoxicating scent of musk, contrasting the fluffy cleanliness of the wolf's soft fur. He hoped his own scent was as intoxicating to the wolf.

It was then that Louis noticed the fluid running down the side of the creamy-colored fur on one of the wolf's balls, threatening to drip into his eye. The buck turned what could have been an awkward moment into another chance to fully embrace his carnivore fetish.

Quickly, he let go of the wolf's waist and after fondling the gray-furred buttocks for a moment pushed the wolf up. While the buck had no power to force Legoshi up, the wolf understood and Louis let the lupine penis slip out of his muzzle, the sting of the fresh air a welcome reminder of what they had done as the wolf let the deer's own member out of his muzzle as well.

Finally, Legoshi was on his hands and knees facing away from the buck. "It's my turn to clean you up now." The deer said as he bent down, being careful with his antlers. "Let's not waste any of my essence! Take this from my muzzle after I clean you up." He gripped the wolf's balls and lapped up the mixture of lube and cum that a moment before had threatened to sting his eye.

Louis was glad how thorough the wolf was in his preparations, for he wouldn't have dreamed of doing what he did next if he wasn't certain the musky posterior was pristinely clean, lube and semen aside. And then he indulged, lapping up the cum along the wolf's perineum before grabbing one butt cheek with one hand and firmly holding the wolf's fluffy tail with the other as he went to town, lapping up every bit of his own cum that had leaked out of the wolf's backside.

After felching the lupine rump, satisfied the rest of his essence remained inside, the deer manhandled the wolf onto his back, and then moved in. It was the ultimate in plausible deniability; an excuse to once again explore an exquisite lupine muzzle with his tongue. He opened his maw, and the wolf did his own, and then everything was lupine tongue.

The two deeply kissed, Louis caressing the side of the wolf's face and playing with his ear while snowballing the sticky mixture of cervine and lupine essences between their two muzzles. It had been too long since the deer had gotten to explore the mouth of a carnivore, and so he relished the current opportunity. Before long the wolf had devoured the offered bounty, their mouths separating with a lewd sticky string momentarily still connecting them.

The deer collapsed down to embrace the lupine form below him, ever mindful of his antlers as he nuzzled against the wolf's head. He did not know what the future would bring, but no matter where their lives brought them he knew they would always share their promise to take care of each other. And then the CEO of the Horns Conglomerate slept, for a time forgetting his overwhelming responsibilities, feeling completely safe.

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The concept of sex sating bloodlust isn't new, but I like it quite a bit as an excuse. I tried to make this completely ambiguous when it comes to romance, such as Azuki, Juno, Haru, and even Jack or others people ship these characters with, though if Louis ever ends up with Juno this is set sometime after their canon kiss and before they would get together. So it's up to the reader's imagination where Legoshi and Louis stand when it comes to others, and whether other potential significant others know what's going on.

Hopefully this is at least somewhat enjoyable for some people, and don't forget to check out the artist if you like his illustrations!

For now, the images are hosted on Discord. I'll monitor them to make sure they don't break and embed them once the new site version is ready.