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In Deer Trouble

Chapter One

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

19th September, 2021

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Buckley stood before the full length mirror, his reflection looking back at him as he turned his furred muzzle one way then the other. His black tipped ears flattened in irritation as he seen his beloved partner come up behind him.

With an exasperated sigh, the Whitetail stag turned his head again, looking at the tight fitting halter that clung to his head and muzzle.

“I hate this..." Buckley sighed. “Its...so undignified and...really?"

With a put upon smile, Lester rolled his eyes and in his hands, he held a leash, the clip swinging.

“You know the routine Buckley, now, please, do we have to do this every time? You're not a domesticated stag, we both know that, but you got to role play the part."

With a disgusted snort through his nostrils, Buckley stepped back and turned around, giving his partner a baleful look of resentment.

“I know...doesn't mean I have to enjoy it!"

Clipping the lead onto the ring of the halter, Lester nodded and cupped Buckley's chin in his hand and lifted it up, gazing into the young Whitetail's eyes.

“I'll make it up to you – I promise."

Buckley snorted.

*

Buckley backed slowly out of the trailer, his cloven hooves clicking on the hard concrete. He kept his composure as passersby stopped and stared, a few younger ones were entranced and asked to pat him. Buckley flicked his ears and let the children stroke and pat him, whilst Lester held him on a short leash like one would a dog.

Tying off the leash to the trailer, Lester closed and locked it, before Buckley waited patiently and watched the people and vehicles go past. Finally, Lester began walking and Buckley followed obediently.

“I feel so degraded and humiliated, lead around like some loyal puppy..." Buckley muttered.

Placing a paw on Buckley's neck, Lester stroked the agitated buck, who silenced himself and returned to acting meek and domesticated.

*

Buckley sprawled on the large leather couch, his head laying on the armrest, his legs folded. His eyes half closed, he was caught between sleep and wakefulness. He knew from experience, he could, like his feral brethren and sisters, go from sound asleep to wide awake in less time than it took to blink.

Lester paced back and forth, his hands clasped behind him as he turned and began pacing again.

“You'll wear out the carpet - “ Buckley murmured, flicking an ear.

Lester paused, then sighed and sat down on the couch, placing his hand on Buckley's rump.

“Calm yourself before you fill this house with your smell, please? It's most unpleasant - “ Buckley sighed. “You really don't want your new companion's first sight and smell to be you stressed and anxious, do you?"

Standing up Lester began pacing again. Buckley sighed in exasperation and rolled over onto his back, his legs folding and resting on his chest and belly.

“Why do I bother..."

Lester paused, then looked at Buckley, before he chuckled nervously.

“You're quite a show off – lying there like that..."

Opening one eye, Buckley looked at Lester, then he flagged his tail against the couch teasingly.

“Think we got time?"

Lester blushed and squirmed, taking in Buckley's beautiful pale fur, his eyes sliding down his belly to the sheath and the...

“Hey, don't look at me like I'm some piece of meat!" Buckley snorted.

“Oh, I couldn't eat a whole buck..." Lester grinned.

Buckley's eyes widened and he squirmed, first time in months that Lester had bested him.

“Well, I really don't..."

Buckley rolled off the couch, then stumbled to his hooves and shook himself, his ears twitching too and fro.

“Someone's coming..."

Lester had no doubts as Buckley's hearing was far sharper than his own. Faintly, he heard the approach of a vehicle, which grew louder and louder. As it pulled up outside, Lester looked at Buckley, who flicked one ear forwards and the other back, before he sighed and lay down.

“Here I am, a strapping, beautiful young buck, eager and willing – in the prime of my sexual life...treated like some humans pet dog..."

Lester stared at him, then laughed quietly. “Some of that is true..."

With a theatrical snort, Buckley adopted his 'animal face' as he liked to call it and lay quietly, like a domesticated pet.

“I can't believe it - “ Lester moaned, as he reached for the door handle. “You have any idea what she cost?"

Buckley's gaze fell on Lester, but he remained silent, but the way he looked from the top of his eyes, his nose and muzzle downcast, eyebrows raised, made his thoughts perfectly clear.

*

After they left, Buckley remained laying on the carpet as Lester held the leash in his quivering hands. Tenderly, he slipped the hood off and it fell from his nerveless fingers as he stared dumbfounded at the beautiful muzzle of the Whitetail Doe that looked up at him.

Her nose, her fur, those eyes – like liquid pools of pure chocolate...

Buckley bit his lower lip, knowing that this beautiful creature had not yet bonded to her new owner, and the slightest word from him would turn her attentions on him, ruining the magic of this moment.

Shyly, the doe stretched forwards and timidly touched her nose against Lester's hand, then, just like that, she licked his hand and smelt his scent, imprinting on him then and there. With a gentle shake, she slipped the rug off her back and her tail snapped upright and began flagging as she gazed adoringly at her new owner.

Buckley gasped, realising he'd been holding his breath, and the doe's head snapped to the right as she gazed at him. Curious, she trotted over and looked down at him, Buckley laying as still as he could, as their eyes met.

With a tail flick, she smiled and licked him between the eyes, inhaling his scent and then she nuzzled his neck.

“You're...beautiful - “ Buckley whispered, his eyes wide and disbelieving.

With a shy smile, the Doe flicked her ears and smiled at him. “Thank you..."

Even her voice, was perfect. Low, almost a whisper, so sweet and gentle...

Returning to Lester, the doe looked up adoringly at him and nuzzled him again. He stood like a statue, before Buckley sighed and climbed back to his hooves then went over and nudged Lester with his forehead.

“Uh..." Lester murmured. “I never..."

With a sigh, Buckley pushed Lester backwards, until he fell onto the couch, where he sat looking like a child's puppet with its strings cut.

“Forgive him, lovely one - “ Buckley spoke quietly to the doe. “Truly, you exceeded every expectation we had of one such as yourself."

Without seeming to be flattered or even moved by the stag's kind words, the doe merely walked over and placed her chin on Lester's shins and looked up at him, her tail flagging.

Buckley, from where he stood, had a perfect view of the doe's hind end and even he shuddered and coughed quietly, feeling primal instincts within him he never knew existed. His own desires and pleasures didn't lay with ladies – they never had – but this sweet, beautiful creature – might be just the one to change all that...

*

Buckley stood in the shower, as Lester used a brush to scrub Buckley from head to tail.

“I still can't believe it - “ Lester murmured.

Buckley stepped from one cloven hoof to the other, before he nudged Lester with his forehead.

“Pay attention will you!"

With a chuckle, Lester stroked Buckley's ears. “Sorry, just – daydreaming and..."

Buckley looked up at Lester, quirking one eyebrow. “More than dreaming!"

Lester squirmed and chuckled, as his firmness slapped under Buckley's furred chin.

“I believe - “ Buckley grinned, as he flicked his soapy tail with a wet slap against the wall. “You promised to make it up to me, for humiliating me – again – today."

With a bashful grin, Lester stroked Buckley's chin. “Aren't you afraid that Fawne will hear us?"

With a snort, Buckley turned himself about. “If she does – well, I'll be a perfect example of what you will do with her, won't I?"

Lester snickered. “My, my, my...is that jealousy I hear in your voice Buckley?"

Taking the shower rose off the wall, Lester twisted the tap and sprayed Buckley's rump with cold water, making the young buck squeal and jump.

“That was not at all fair!" Buckley sulked.

Lester slipped from the shower stall, then opened the cupboard underneath the vanity, before taking a pump bottle out and returning to the shower.

“Maybe not," Lester chuckled. “It was funny though..."

Buckley heard the squish squish squish of the bottle pump and he snorted, before splaying all four cloven hooves out. Lester rubbed his lubed hands together, then used two fingers to coat Buckley's anus with the liquid.

“Gah, that's just as cold as the water you sprayed me with!" Buckley moaned as he squirmed.

“You're so dramatic!" Lester grinned, before he rinsed his hands under the shower spray, which blasted against the wall.

Looking back over his shoulder, tail raised and quivering, Buckley snorted. Lester placed one hand on Buckley's rump, trapping Buckley's tail between thumb and forefinger, before he pushed himself forwards and carefully eased himself into Buckley's willing body.

“Oh..." Buckley gurgled, as he quivered and nodded.

“You're such a slut Buckley..." Lester snickered and placed both hands on Buckley's rump.

Easing forwards, feeling Buckley's body squeeze down as it was penetrated, Lester grunted and slid his hands lower, cupping them around Buckley's shins and giving a gentle thrust to hilt himself inside the stag.

Buckley quivered, the pleasure of making love with his beloved human partner was something he treasured. His tail free of Lester's grip, Buckley began flagging it faster and faster, as Lester eased back and once more just pressed the penile head against Buckley's sphincter.

“Don't...tease..." Buckley huffed, his head hanging and muzzle open. “you know you don't have to be so gentle, I won't break..."

With a chuckle, Lester lifted Buckley off his hind-hooves, then slammed himself back home with a wet slap as skin met fur and their hips crashed together.

“Urk!" Buckley squealed.

His own length shot from his sheath like a bullet, instantly fully erect and quivering as Lester carefully lowered Buckley back down and leaned over him. With a grin, Lester wrapped his slippery fingers around Buckley's length, gripping it between his thumb and forefinger down near the base as he awkwardly lifted Buckley back up and began slapping his hips against the shuddering buck.

Buckley squealed, panted and trembled, pleasure building on pleasure as his beloved both made him a doe and at the same time – pleasured him as a buck.

“I'm gonna make you lose your mind Buckley..." Lester grunted, as he gripped Buckley's hips with his forearms.

Buckley's hooves skidded and clattered against the wet floor as he struggled to stay upright, Lester's eager thrusts growing more intense as his skilled fingers squeezed and caressed Buckley's length.

“You?" Buckley gasped. “You think you're..."

Lester grinned and feeling Buckley's body relax, really started to give everything he had, making Buckley gasp and moan helplessly. Neither of them heard the quiet clip-clop of cloven hooves, as Fawne nudged open the door of the bathroom. A look of confusion on her face, she walked a few more steps, before she froze and stared wide-eyed at Lester and Buckley making love.

“I'm gonna rut you so hard, you little slut..." Lester growled at Buckley.

“Ooo - “ Buckley gurgled, his tongue hanging from his muzzle as his face was wreathed in an expression of pure pleasure.

Suddenly, Buckley's head snapped to the left and he gasped, as his eyes met Fawne's.

“Uh..." Buckley squealed.

Lester froze, then he too looked at Fawne, his face turning white as a sheet.

Fawne gazed back, her long, beautiful tail flagging, as her head was tilted to the side and she watched the two males with a broad smile on her muzzle.

Lester moaned, his paws sliding from beneath Buckley who was dropped back to his hind hooves with a wet clack. Lester turned a brilliant shade of crimson as the embarrassment flooded him and even Buckley's inner ears turned pink.

“Fawne..." Lester murmured, then lost his voice as his shame and guilt squeezed his throat closed.

“I think...what Lester meant to say - “ Buckley shivered and tried to say. “We – he will explain everything tomorrow, won't you Lester? I think for now... we should all go to bed..."

Lester moaned softly, the ache in his groin almost unbearable as he'd been so close...he could only imagine Buckley felt the same, their lovemaking disrupted by the most unexpected of moments...

To Be Continued...