Whitetail Dreaming - Chapter One -
Whitetail Dreaming -c- Cederwyn Whitefurr January 26th, 2012 All Rights Reserved.
Kalen sprawled on the sun-lounge beside the pool, wearing nothing but a loose black singlet over his lithe, athletic form. He inhaled, his sensitive nose smelling the salty tang of the pool that rippled just nearby - almost within arms reach of the young whitetail stag. He yawned, the dark muzzle stripe parting as he did so, then reforming again, as he sprawled languidly, completely relaxed and at ease - even with his semi-naked furred form.
Even at rest, he was a decent sized stag - standing six feet two inches tall on his cloven hooves, his fur a light tan colour, apart from the pale tan that started at his throat, ran down his belly and groin, even his slender, muscular rump showed the pale colouration. His sheath warmed nicely by the sun, Kalen yawned again, then languidly rolled over, beginning to sunbathe his back and legs, his tail idly flicking from side to side, like some tear-drop shaped flyswatter. His sensitive ears flicked from time to time, as he rested his chin on his crossed forearms and dozed peacefully.
He was home alone - and had been for a few days now, but knew with such things, he had to be responsible - and for a young stag, he prided himself on his loyalty to his word - for he had no wild, drunken parties - no 'infernal racket' as his sire called Kalen's choice in music - none of it. He kept his parents house clean, and generally was a model son, so loving his parents, he'd never dream of doing anything to cause them to lose their trust in him.
For a few hours, he sunbathed, the warm autumn sun giving his body a warm, pleasant feel, as he stretched again and slowly awoke from his short sleep. Rubbing his eyes with the palms of his furred hands, he scratched his side idly, then carefully climbed off the sun-lounger chair and walked in through the back door, then on to the kitchen. Here, he poured himself a drink of ice-water from the refrigerator, then stood drinking it - before rinsing the empty glass and putting it in the drainer to dry off.
Looking around the expansive house, Kalen walked with a casual attitude, unmindful he wore no pants, and his furred sheath and scrotum were on display for any and all - he knew he was home all by himself, at least for another week, maybe two - so he shrugged and laughed with joyous abandon. He abhorred clothing for the most part, but of course, society and his parents demanded he wear them, but when he was alone, well - he did as he pleased. Why wear human-like clothing, he mused, when God gave we creatures this beautiful fur? He stroked his belly with one paw, then idly trailed his fingers down his furred sheath, sighing in pleasure. An idea come to him, and with an almost child-like giggle, he quickly ran upstairs and into his bedroom.
Unlike most young adult's his age, Kalen's room was surprisingly clean, as he knew his parents didn't like a mess, and they had ingrained into this young stag, from an early age, to clean up after himself. Kalen looked around, noticing everything was, as he expected it to be, in its place and neat and orderly. Laying on his bed, was an old whitetail plush toy, almost as big as a real whitetail feral, made from a beautiful soft material and stuffed with even softer polyester or something - Kalen didn't care. He had been given this present as a fawn, barely five years old, and it had brought him comfort and pleasure, for many many years.
Of course, what his parents did not know, was their young buck had discretely modified his plush toy, six years ago, and modified it into a very pleasurable sexual partner. Of course, Kalen did not have any real experience with a female - oh sure, he had dreamt about it, talked about it jokingly with his human and anthro friends, but he was, too all accounts, still a virgin and whilst many boys his age were shy about this subject, almost bordering on taboo, Kalen was not, but he put on the whole brave, macho act for his friends - so they wouldn't find out he had been intentionally saving himself for his true love. Whether she be human or anthro, he did not know - or even care, He had been...his eyes narrowed, as he frowned and scratched one ear thoughtfully. He had been...what was the word...he had shared...no, that wasn't right - he had...masturbated...he supposed was the closest analogy he could think of, which this plush toy, for nine years. It was only in the past six, he had learned how to 'modify' a plush toy...and he had done so, only just recently, purchasing - discretely he added mentally, then chuckled quietly, a sex toy that from what the creators had claimed, so closely resembled the vulva and vagina, replete with almost reaching to the cervix - of a Whitetail Doe.
It had cost him a pretty penny, well over two hundred dollars - but he had used it in the shower before, and even with no experience with a real female, he had instantly fallen in love with this firm, supple silicone toy. It looked, from what his 'research' on the internet had led him to believe, just like the real thing...but of course, he didn't actually know what a feral whitetail doe's sexual organs looked like...well, other than the few pictures he had seen - and they had not shown much at all. Oh, sure, he'd scoured places like you tube and other things, sometimes even masturbating himself as he watched deer mating and other similar videos...but his mind could not encompass the feeling that feral stag must feel - as he placed his foreleg's on the receptive doe's back, then felt her crouch and assume the mating stance...then the....
With a shiver, he moaned and squirmed in his chair, before he turned back to his plush toy, feeling his sheath tightening, as his erection quickly made itself known. He laughed, his voice soft and delicate, but with a hint of the stag he would soon become, knowing although he was, legally, a young adult - that the Whitetail anthro's especially - were a little slower developing into full adulthood. Oh, sure, they could sire or bear offspring from about twelve years of age for a Doe, and about fourteen for a stag - but of course...none HE knew of had...as even though they shared animal like fur, sexual organs, and for the most part, looked like some strange hybrid between feral and human - they lived, worked and associated freely with the humans of this world - and for the most part - obeyed the human laws and rules...which included what was 'acceptable' for an anthro to have children. Sure, some Doe's got pregnant when they were technically still sub-adults - about fifteen or so, but society as a general rule frowned upon such things....
With a snort, he shook his head, clearing it of such deep and meaningful things, before he shivered and lightly trailed one of his pale furred paws up his sheath, which bulged with his rapidly rising arousal. He knew he wanted to try his new toy out with his plush deer - which, technically genderless, he had customised it to be like a doe. It had taken a great deal of careful work, cutting here, stitching that, sewing an eleven inch long tube of silk-like material for the vaginal walls - even doing similar just above, to make an anal passage - for he like to occasionally 'do' his plush this way, imagining what it'd be like to having a willing girlfriend, who didn't mind the occasional 'kinky' sex....
His fingers brushed his sheath again, then he gasped and bucked, his furred fingers trailing over his already dribbling penis tip - which had pushed its away free of the tightening sheath, the unmistakable sensation of rubbing himself like this, nearly made the excited young buck come there and then. He reigned in his animal-like instinct, through long practice and masturbation, he could - for the most part - exercise a decent self control over his orgasm...sometimes - going for up to two hours, before he would finally surrender and ejaculate with strong, powerful spurts. Judging from how quickly his ten inch long penis began sliding from his sheath in anticipation of playing with his new toy, he wondered if his self-control would last more than five minutes...let alone an hour or so...
Carefully, he pushed his new 'toy' into the plush, making sure it fit snugly and wouldn't come out too readily, before he turned to his drawers and slid the bottom one open, rummaging through the clothes in there until his fingers met the small bottle of astroglide he kept in there. He pulled it out, then dug around a little more, producing a condom as well - just the feel of both in his paws made him shudder with pleasure, his penis slapping wetly against his lower belly - in anticipation of the pleasure he was sure was coming. Taking a hand-towel from his private bathroom, he laid it on the bed, then sat with his scrotum sitting on the towel, before he squirted just a tiny few drops of the astroglide onto his left paw, then using his furred fingers to probe within and outside the toy, giving it a very fine sheen. He had learned from experience, that this lubricant was quite effective - only a little doing a marvellous job of lubricating his paw, when he masturbated himself.
Carefully, he slid his wet paw up and down his growing erection, shivering in pleasure as he did so - then when he gently pushed the sheath back as far as was comfortable, he looked down in satisfaction at the nine and a half inches of whitetail penis, that quivered against his belly. He was reasonably endowed for a stag, not overly large like some he knew of, but for his size, weight and body-mass, he knew this was a 'respectable' length. His wet fingers easily slid down his trembling length, feeling the characteristic bulges and ridges common to stags - and he gasped again, trying to resist the unmistakable pleasure even this light touch was bringing himself. When he was satisfied his erection was firm enough, he tore the condom package open with his teeth, then carefully withdrew the latex condom and with well practised movements - slid it down his impressive length.
Why he used condoms, he often wondered to himself, then shrugged - was mostly, he thought, as it would stop his plush from becoming rather...rancid and unpleasant to make love with. He secretly had a friend human, who likewise had carnal intimacies with a plush - this one being a 4' long soft plush horse, and the human hadn't used condoms and such when he made love with his toy, and Kalen's sensitive sense of smell had picked up on it, the second his friend invited him in. Oh, it wasn't altogether an unpleasant smell, but Kalen prided himself on being careful - and besides - it made cleaning up afterwards...fairly easy.
Turning his attentions to that of his plush deer, that lay sprawled on his bed, the sex toy glistening under the warm sunlight that shone in through Kalen's window - Kalen shivered and slowly drew close, then pulled two pillows from the head of his bed, and put them beneath the plush toys furred belly, lifting it up slightly, and making what was to come, a little less awkward for the young stag. As Kalen rested one quivering paw on the back of the plush, he used his other paw to slowly guide his quivering penis against the silicone slit of the toy - then he began a gentle pushing motion, quickly sliding his full length into the toy - then gasping in cervine ecstasy. With the aid of the lubricant he had used, Kalen knelt behind the plush, then placed both paws on its hips, and began a slow, gentle rocking motion. He would almost completely withdraw from the toy, only the slightest tip of his penis still within it - then moan in pleasure as he pushed himself back in, feeling the tight walls of the toy squeezing and rubbing his penis as he did so.
It was everything Kalen had ever imagined - the feel of the plush beneath him, the slow, steady warmth of the lubricating gel against his penis...and the tight, clasping walls of the toy - Kalen closed his eyes and moaned louder, imagining his plush to be a real, human woman - or a whitetail like him...hell, any female would have done, he didn't discriminate - and he bucked again and again, before gasping and clutching the plush's hips tight, fighting his natural urges to lunge and come in seconds upon mounting.
"No...not...not yet - " Kalen gurgled, as he swallowed and quivered - lost in the ecstasy this was bringing him.
For three hours, Kalen made love with his plush toy, in a wide variety of ways and positions - his preferred one with the plush on its back, its forelegs over his shoulders, the hind legs either side of his own, as he pressed himself firmly against the plush toy and began thrusting harder and harder. He ignored the condom that occasionally squelched, now filled beyond its intended volume of semen - it just added to the pleasure Kalen was experiencing. At last, with a final quiver and gasping moan, Kalen ground his hips against the plush's groin - burying himself as deeply as he could upon his toy - and with a breathless gurgle, he finally reached his eighth mind-blowing orgasm. He felt his penis pulsing and squirming within the tight confines of the toy's depths, and he crumbled spinelessly onto his plush toy, cuddling it close and panting with short, sharp gasps - his whole body quivering with post-coital ecstasy.
Never had he experienced either masturbation, or with his plush toy as a silent and willing partner - such orgasmic bliss, as he had with this new toy. He was completely overwhelmed by the experience, and promised himself to later log in to the internet, and write a glowing recommendation for the creators of this toy. First - he shuddered as he moved slightly, the tight toy walls squeezing his still very erect penis in new and sensual ways - he would just lie here with his plush, savouring the pleasure he had just experienced, and wishing such feelings could never end...
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Three and a half hours later, Kalen awoke with a startled snort - not even realising he'd dozed off whilst making love with his plush toy - his penis long having retracted back into its protective sheath, and the condom now lying wetly against his inner thighs, as he moaned and trembled - slowly rising off his plush and blinking owlishly - his mind fogged and tired muscles slow to respond, before he moaned and coughed - then come back to his senses and quickly looked at the plush, which lay on its back on the bed, no visible semen stains or others evident. With a nervous giggle, Kalen picked up the limp condom, feeling the cold semen swirling, before he took it to the toilet and flushed it away. Returning to his bedroom, he gazed longingly at his plush, which remained as immobile and lifeless as when he'd left it, then another nervous giggle escaped the young stag, as a part of his mind chastised him for being so immature and irresponsible.
Making love to a plush toy? What was he - some sick, perverted buck who needed some form of psychiatric help? What pervert made love with a fawns toy for the love of the Gods....
Kalen snorted, then blocked out such thoughts, as he stretched, feeling his spine crackle as he bent over and touched his hooves with his fingertips, giving his back a nice, long stretch to get the kinks out. He glanced outside, seeing the last rays of the sunlight disappearing behind the distant mountains, and he contemplated a snack - not really hungry enough for a large meal, he just had the classic 'growing pains' as his mother told him, and settled for a quick foray down to the kitchen. Lost in a world of daydreams and remembered pleasures of his plush toy, Kalen's mind was mostly distracted, as he made himself a few sandwiches and walked out onto the back deck, whence he sat and dangled his legs and hooves in the warm salty water of their large salt-water pool.
Sitting and nibbling on his snack, Kalen let his mind wander, his ears slowly twitching as the sounds of cicada's and other night time animals began to chirp, click and whisper in a beautiful song of nature. He finished his sandwiches, then sipped a large glass of water, before his ears flicked forwards and he thought he heard a noise...
"Whose there?" Kalen squealed, then coughed and swallowed, before hurriedly rising to his hooves and clearing his throat. "Whose out there?"
His parents large house was mostly private, his father long ago purchasing this large acreage, for its tranquillity, as it backed onto a natural stream, with a dense forest beyond - the nearest neighbours being over ten minutes drive...so Kalen was extra-alert, as there was no-way someone had honestly stumbled into his parents property...besides, why would they be coming through the forest? His fear rose along with his anxiety, as he twitched nervously, his ears instinctively sweeping forwards, listening for the slightest noise. Just as he thought he was imagining things, there came a faint snap of a twig, then the rustle of bushes.
Not being the most dominant of stags, Kalen fought his natural instincts to run back inside, but his courage won out and he walked around the pool, heading to the back fence and the gate that lay there. Pausing at the gate, Kalen blinked, then cautiously threw the bolt, and pulled open the gate, inwardly cringing as the hinges squealed with a sound he would swear, would wake the dead.
"Whoever you are - this isn't funny any-more - " Kalen snapped, summoning his courage and trying to make himself sound more threatening.
A rustle of bushes drew his attention, and thinking one of his school friends was playing some cruel, vindictive joke on the increasingly afraid young stag, Kalen took a step forwards and paused - almost frozen in place - his ears sweeping too and fro, listening for a faint giggle or whispered voices. He was sure one of his friends - or more - had come through the outer edges of the forest, and were intending on scaring the hell out of the buck as a prank, but when he heard nothing but the sounds of the animals and insects in the woods - he wasn't so sure any-more....
"Guys...this isn't so funny any-more - " Kalen moaned, his ears flattening as a chill of fear rippled down his back.
Realising he was as naked as the day he was born, Kalen sighed, then took a dozen bold strides into the woods, his ears twitching and eyes darting from shadow to shadow, as he began trembling in growing fear. A part of him screamed at him to run back to the safety of the house, another part, told him to harden up, he was the stag of this household whilst is father was away - and as such, he had to protect it...and the two conflicting emotions began a mental war that nearly drove Kalen mad with their silent arguing in his head. He banished both thoughts, after a titanic struggle, then walked a little further down an animal track, before reaching the small, crystal clear stream that burbled and glistened, its soft mossy banks a beautiful place to sit on a hot summers day - and Kalen knew of a deep hole just perfect for relaxing in, a few dozen feet further down stream. He looked about, seeing and hearing nothing out of the ordinary, before he knelt and cupped his hands into the cold water, then drank happily. He had no fear of this water, having drank from this stream many times, and he splashed a little water over his muzzle and neck, using his furred fingers to rub the fine patina of sweat off his neck, before he sighed and laughed quietly - thinking himself a fool and an idiot, for imagining someone being out here in these dark, tranquil woods.
Just as Kalen turned and began trudging back up the animal path, heading for his back gate, a unmistakable snap of a breaking twig made his ears flash backwards, and his eyes widened in genuine fear, as a faint mist of warm breath washed over his nape, making the fine hairs there stand on end. Kalen's bladder let go - there was nothing he could have done to stop it - and as he wet himself through fear, the breath fogged past him again, and swallowing past a lump in his throat that felt like the size of a grapefruit - Kalen's whispered voice spoke up.
"You're behind me...aren't you..."
To Be Continued....