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© Cederwyn Whitefurr

July 2026

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Chapter One: Far From Home

Their shared apartment was too quiet.

Late afternoon light spilled through the tall windows, catching on the wooden floor and the rumpled sheets of the big bed that still carried the faint ghost of Mael’s scent. Aspen lay on his stomach, chin resting on his folded arms, phone propped against the pillows so the front camera caught him in soft focus. His chestnut coat looked warm and touchable, the white of his throat and belly glowing faintly in the light.

He let out a small, wistful sigh that seemed to echo in the empty space.

“Hey, Mael…” His voice came out low, almost shy. “I miss you.”

On the screen, the big Friesian was walking somewhere sunny and distant. That heavy black coat gleamed wherever the light touched it, his long mane shifting lazily in the breeze like liquid night. Mael looked straight into the camera with those deep, dark eyes that always seemed to see straight through him — patient, steady, and far too knowing.

“I miss you too, little doe,” the stallion rumbled, voice warm and grounding. A gentle smile tugged at the corner of his muzzle. “The road feels longer than usual this time.”

Aspen’s ears flicked forward, a small, genuine smile breaking across his face despite the ache in his chest. “How much longer?”

“A few more days. I’ll be home soon. Promise.”

The words settled warmly in Aspen’s chest, but they didn’t quite fill the emptiness. He believed Mael — he always did — but the apartment still felt too big, the bed too cold, the air missing that deep, comforting musk of black coat, leather, and stallion that usually wrapped around him like a blanket.

He shifted on the sheets, trying to get comfortable. One stocking-clad hoof idly traced a slow circle on the blanket — nothing deliberate. Not yet.

“I got a package today,” he murmured, almost offhand. “The one we looked at together.”

Mael’s ears perked with interest. “Did it fit alright?”

Aspen hummed softly, letting the silence stretch just a moment longer than necessary. A tiny spark of mischief flickered to life beneath the longing.

“Yeah…” he said, voice softening. “It fits perfectly.”

* * *

Chapter 2 – The First Tease

Aspen lingered on his stomach a moment longer, letting the quiet sit between them like a held breath. Then he rolled slowly onto his side, drawing one knee up just enough for the camera to catch the smooth, enticing line of his leg.

The sage-green stocking clung lovingly to his calf and thigh, the delicate lace trim resting against his chestnut fur like an invitation.

Mael’s ears flicked with mild interest. “You look comfortable.”

“I am,” Aspen said softly. “Mostly.”

His paw drifted down his side in a lazy path until his fingertips brushed the waistband of the new panties. The fabric was silky, almost sinful against his fur. He traced the hemline slowly, following the gentle curve where lace met skin, feeling the way it hugged him.

He hooked one finger underneath for a heartbeat, then let it settle back into place with a quiet snap.

“They’re really soft,” he added, glancing at the camera with a raised eyebrow and the faintest smile. “You’d like how they feel.”

Mael’s reply was warm but steady. “I’m sure I would. You can show me properly when I’m home.”

Aspen hummed, still tracing the hem with slow, idle strokes. He shifted his hips just a fraction, letting the camera drink in more of the sage-green lace against the white of his belly. A little spark of heat curled low in his gut.

“Or…” His tone stayed light, almost innocent. “I could give you a little preview now. Since you’re so far away and all.”

Mael’s dark eyes narrowed a fraction. The stallion’s voice dropped slightly. “Aspen.” The name carried a faint but unmistakable edge of warning. “Behave yourself.”

Aspen’s tail flicked once, slow and playful. He smiled sweetly at the camera, ears perked forward like the picture of innocence.

“I am behaving,” he murmured. “I’m just showing you what arrived.”

He traced the hemline again — slower this time, more deliberate. His green eyes sparkled with the very first real hint of mischief, a quiet thrill racing under his skin.

Mael’s ears swept back slightly. He didn’t tell him to stop.

* * *

Chapter 3 – The Reveal

Aspen let the silence stretch between them, savouring the weight of Mael’s gaze. He rolled slowly onto his back, stretching languidly so the camera caught every inch of the new set — the sage-green panties sitting low and teasing on his hips, the delicate lace trim framing pale belly fur, the matching stockings hugging his legs like a second skin.

He picked up the sleek new toy and held it up, turning it slowly in the light.

“Look what else arrived,” he said, voice deceptively casual. “It’s… very nice.”

Mael’s ears flicked back a little further. “It looks well made.”

Aspen’s muzzle curved into a playful smile. He ran one finger slowly down the toy’s length, almost absentmindedly, feeling the smooth, warm surface under his touch.

“I promised I wouldn’t use it yet,” he murmured, eyes flicking up to the camera with feigned innocence. “But… you never said I couldn’t play with it a little. Right?”

Mael’s jaw tightened visibly. “Aspen. Don’t push it.”

Aspen’s ears perked forward innocently, even as his short white tail gave a happy little flick behind him. A warm, secret thrill curled low in his belly. He brought the toy closer to his muzzle, letting his breath ghost over it first, then dragged his tongue along its length in one long, deliberate, almost reverent lick — slow, careful, eyes never leaving the camera.

“See?” he whispered, voice dropping. “Just playing.”

Mael’s nostrils flared. For a moment the big Friesian seemed to struggle with himself. When his voice came, it was still steady, but there was a new roughness underneath.

“You’re going to regret teasing me like this when I get home, little doe.”

Aspen grinned, bright and utterly delighted with himself. He could practically feel the tension radiating off his stallion through the screen — the way Mael’s heavy black coat seemed tighter across those powerful shoulders, the way his mane shifted with each step.

“Promises, promises,” Aspen whispered, tongue darting out for another slow, sensual lick.

Mael didn’t reply this time.

He just watched, dark eyes burning, walking with clear, purposeful strides now.

* * *

Chapter 4 – Escalation

Aspen’s heart beat faster at the way Mael was looking at him now — that dark, intense stare that made heat pool low in his belly.

He shifted higher on the bed, propping himself up on one elbow so the camera could drink in more of him: the sage-green lace sitting low on his hips, the stockings hugging his legs, his short white tail twitching with barely contained excitement.

He brought the toy back to his muzzle and repeated the slow lick, letting his tongue curl deliberately around it. His green eyes stayed locked on the camera, playful and openly challenging.

“Feels nice,” he murmured between strokes. “Smooth. Still warm from my paw. I bet it would feel even better if—”

A sharp snort cut him off.

Mael’s ears snapped back flat. For a split second the big Friesian looked genuinely startled, eyes widening as he glanced quickly around the street. His heavy mane tossed as he shook his head, trying to regain composure.

Aspen had to bite his lip to keep from laughing out loud, a bright spark of triumph racing through him.

Mael’s voice returned, low and quiet, but with a new edge beneath the calm. “Aspen… I know exactly what you’re doing.”

The words sent a delicious warm thrill racing down Aspen’s spine. He smiled, positively wicked.

“Do you?” He dragged his tongue along the toy again, slower and far more sensual this time. “Then you know how much I’m thinking about you right now.”

His free paw trailed down his chest and belly, claws lightly grazing the lace waistband. His hips rolled in a lazy, teasing circle, slow and deliberate.

Mael’s nostrils flared. His jaw worked visibly. “You’re pushing every button you can reach, little doe.”

Aspen licked the toy once more, deliberately noisy this time, then gave the camera his most innocent look while panting softly. “And you’re still all the way over there. So helpless. Poor big strong stallion…”

Mael’s ears pinned tighter. Another soft snort escaped him — this one sounding far more like restrained hunger than surprise.

Aspen’s tail flicked higher, then began to flag with open enthusiasm. The brat inside him surged forward, elated, drunk on the power of having his usually unshakable stallion so clearly on the edge.

He was winning. And it felt incredible.

* * *

Chapter 5 – A Bed Unshared

Aspen felt the shift in Mael like electricity crackling through the air. It only made him bolder.

He crawled further up the bed, angling the phone so the frame captured everything he wanted his stallion to see. The sage-green panties sat low on his hips, delicate lace framing the white of his belly. The stockings whispered softly against the sheets with every movement.

He kept the toy close, bringing it back to his muzzle while his other paw traced slowly down his own body — over his chest, his stomach, then lower, following the edge of the lace again and again in teasing strokes.

“Wish you could feel this,” he breathed, voice growing huskier, thicker with need. “It’s so warm… so smooth against my tongue.”

Mael’s interruption was sharper this time. “Aspen.” The stallion’s jaw was clenched tight, ears pinned hard against his skull as he scanned the street around him. “You’re playing a dangerous game right now.”

Aspen shivered at the rough edge in Mael’s voice, but it only spurred him on. He arched his back deeper, tail lifting high as he continued the slow, shameless movements with the toy, letting soft, needy sounds slip free.

“Am I?” he panted, eyes half-lidded and gleaming. “You’re still so far away… what are you going to do about it, big guy?”

Mael’s broad shoulders tensed visibly. Another strained snort escaped him as his steps quickened.

“I know what you’re trying to do,” Mael growled, voice noticeably rougher now. “And when I get home—”

He cut himself off, jaw working.

Aspen moaned softly around the toy — a needy, deliberate sound — then pulled back with a wicked little grin, chest heaving.

“When you get home… what?” he teased, voice trembling with excitement and heat. “You’re going to stop me? Tell me how bad I’ve been? Make me behave?”

He lost himself deeper in the performance, every gasp, every soft whimper, every roll of his hips aimed straight at the camera like a challenge.

Mael was breathing harder now. The famous calm control was clearly straining, a dam under growing pressure.

Aspen had never felt more powerful in his life.

He finally crawled back toward the phone on shaky limbs, chest heaving, ears flushed dark with heat. His green eyes were glassy with arousal and pure bratty triumph as he stared into the camera.

“I’m so lonely, Mael…” he whispered, voice wrecked and sweet. “So empty without you. Wish you were here to fix it…”

Mael’s only response was a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through the speaker. His eyes were nearly black.

He didn’t tell Aspen to stop.

He just watched.

* * *

Chapter 6 – A Doeish Tease

Aspen was drunk on it.

He stayed on his back, knees parted, giving the camera everything he had. One paw slid slowly down his front until his fingertips traced over the front of the sage-green panties in a slow, sensual caress. The lace felt deliciously soft and warm under his touch.

“Look at this, my stallion,” he breathed, voice thick with heat and mischief. “All dressed up just for you… and you’re still so far away.”

He hooked a single claw under the waistband and slid the panties down for one brief, cheeky peek — just enough — before letting them snap back into place with a soft sound.

Then he looked straight into the camera.

Tongue tip poking out between his teeth in that cocky little expression, green eyes half-lidded and burning with pure bratty invitation.

“Come stop me then,” he whispered, the challenge clear and sweet.

The phone screen suddenly filled with Mael’s face as the stallion leaned in closer. Ears flat against his skull. Eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. Nostrils flaring.

Mael’s voice came through low, rough, and quietly threatening.

“Doe… you’re about to learn.”

Aspen shivered with delight, a bright thrill racing through him. His tail swished wildly behind him. He thought he’d finally broken his stallion’s legendary iron composure.

He had never felt more victorious.

* * *

Chapter 7 – Offering Made

Aspen was literally vibrating with enthusiasm, sheer cervid bravado, and pure brattish energy.

He truly believed Mael was still thousands of kilometres away — stuck on the other side of the continent, helpless to do anything but watch. The thought made him bold. Reckless. Utterly safe.

He rolled onto all fours, arching his back deeply and pushing his hips toward the camera. The sage-green panties sat teasingly low, lace framing everything as his short white tail flagged high and swayed in slow, deliberate invitation.

“Look what you’re missing,” he panted, voice dripping with bratty delight. He reached back with one paw, slowly tracing over the curve of his rear, then lower, pressing the fabric teasingly against himself. “I’m all worked up and you’re not even here…”

Soft, needy sounds spilled from his muzzle — little gasps and whimpers that he made no effort to hide. Every roll of his hips, every arch of his spine was calculated to torment.

Mael’s face filled the screen again. Nostrils flared wide, ears pinned flat, jaw tight. The big Friesian looked like he was barely holding himself together.

Aspen giggled breathlessly, utterly convinced he was winning. “Poor big stallion… all that power and you can’t even touch me.”

He pushed the toy back into play, staring into the camera with heavy-lidded eyes and that signature cocky tongue-tip smirk.

“Come on, Mael…” he purred, voice wrecked and sweet. “Tell me how much you wish you were here. Tell me how you’d pin me down and—”

He kept going, lost in the performance, panting and moaning softly, completely unaware that the background behind Mael had changed again.

No longer open street.

Now it was their hallway.

Mael was no longer five minutes away.

He was seconds.

And Aspen had never felt safer — or more gloriously, deliciously naughty — in his life.

* * *

Chapter 8 – Tempt Me Not

Aspen was lost in it.

He stayed on all fours for a few more moments, riding the high, then slid off the bed and stood on shaky legs. Deliberately, he turned so his back faced the hallway door.

He gave the camera everything.

Head slightly bowed in an innocent little tilt, green eyes looking up through his lashes with pure bedroom heat. His body swayed seductively — slow, fluid, hips and tail moving in a teasing rhythm as he put on one last, gloriously bratty performance.

“I’m so empty, Mael…” he moaned softly toward the phone. “You’re thousands of miles away and I’m here aching for you like this…”

Hot breath ghosted across the back of his neck.

Aspen froze mid-sway.

His tail poofed out in pure shock, fluffing dramatically.

A large, warm, very real paw settled firmly around his nape — not painful, but completely inescapable. The rich, grounding scent of black coat, warm stallion, and home flooded over him.

Mael’s deep voice rumbled directly against his ear, low and dark with promise.

“Little doe… I’ll take that now.”

Aspen squeaked — a high, startled sound that wiped every trace of bratty confidence from his body in a single heartbeat. The phone was gently but decisively plucked from his suddenly trembling paw.

Click.

The call ended.

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