Deer up!
Don't expect a cerebral plot here. This is just a very short porno piece that I have cynically created to fish for SF kudos and comments. However I do hope you enjoy it. The deer in the story IS me, and yes I DO sometimes do this when I get home from work. I find writing porn very challenging, and porn with myself in it even MORE so. There is something odd about referring to your character in the third person. Anyway; enjoy.
A frustrated hoof landed a perfect blow on the bottom half of the front door, kicking it open with a loud slam. The grumpy faced red deer stag clomped into his living road, soaked to the skin from the rain that beat down against the walls of his home. He stepped through the front door and shook himself off as a clap of thunder made him jump as he moved to close the door and seal out the bad weather. A terrible day at work had culminated with a rain storm to end all rain storms as he walked home. His frustrations were compounded by a sudden bang under the stairs. The electrics had been tripped, probably by a stray lightning bolt hitting somewhere nearby. He threw his soaked clothing onto the floor of the living room and puffed out the luscious, but damp reddish brown pelt covering his body. With a sigh, he went through into the kitchen for a towel. Normally wary about his neighbours seeing him "buck" naked through the rear facing window, his bad mood this afternoon meant he no longer cared. If there will silly enough to be out in the rain, they deserved all the naked deer rump they got!
He seized the towel from the tumble drier he started this morning before leaving for work, and gratefully worked it over his pelt. The deer rubbing firmly over his legs and up towards his groin. Throwing his head back, he let out a satisfied mumble as the soft fabric rubbed warmly over the low hanging sac between his legs. He stomped a hoof a little, starting to feel a little more relaxed. A smile formed at the corner of his muzzle as he pondered an idea to release some of the frustrations of the day. Shaking his head a little, he grabbed the towel again, and dried his top half off, the white bib of his chestfur fluffing out as it refused to let go of all the water clogging it up. He threw the towel back at the bottom of the stairs to and bounded sprightly up the flight of stairs, rounding the corner into his room, and inhaling the comforting scents of his bed chamber. The relaxing odour of his personal musks calming the frustrated stag a little as he reached the window to close the blinds, until only strips of diffused light streamed through the gaps in the blinds.
With a grunt, the large cervine lay back on his bed, listening to his heart pounding, his breathing starting to slow as he lidded his eyes and tried to let the frustrations of the day melt away into the bedsheets. Idly, he stroked his fingers over the rough buff-white bib of his front, smoothing down the damp strands of his fur. Tidying himself up a little as he began his technique for relaxation. Letting the hardened tips of his fingers run over his belly, the stag moaned a little as he caressed further up his body. Shuffling down against the bedclothes, languidly as he played with his left nipple, the hardened cool tip of his hoofnail tip teases the slowly hardening nub sticking proudly from the nest of rusty brown fur. Panting now as he traced little circles around the fleshy nub.
His other hand reached down to his groin instead, cupping the warmth of his scrotum, and squeezing the contents a little, exploring a little as he felt over the contours of the firm jewels within. Rolling them against each other, he bites gently at the side of his sheath, the dark brown, slightly musk stained, thick fur of his swelling sheath twitching a little in response to the dual stimulation of the nipple and tender sac. The deer shuffled and moaned a little as his penile length responded to his own tender touch, the pointed tip of his glans slowly peeking from the opening of his sheath, already coated with a glistening coat of precum.
Licking his lips lewdly, the stag worked against his sheath, firmly; letting out a mumble of satisfaction as he squeezed the firming tube of flesh against the slick walls of his sheath, moving the fur covered sheath slowly up and down the rapidly hardening flesh, the more relaxed stag now panting as he looks down over his chest at the hot firming poker of his staghood. Using a fingertip to warmly smear the thin glistening goo of his pre into the now throbbing flesh of his six inch span.
The deer now a lot more relaxed gets into the flow of his masturbation, pawing himself firmly now and grunting a little, ferally, he notices the light through the blinds turned to a more orangey glow, the weather's mood improving with his own. Signalling the end of the storm and heralding the warmth of the summer sun caressing the newly emerged red finger of the deer's staghood, now throbbing a little against his gripping first. Taking the time to explore the firm pole of cervine pride, running a hoofnail hardened fingertip over the exposed flesh, still a little moist from the pre coated insides of his pouch of flesh which contained it. Moving his leg up, he started pumping his hips, firming rutting his stagstick against his tight fist, the air now filling the scent of his arousal. Moaning lowly, his tail pressing against the bedsheets, but still plastered against his back, he squeezes at the base of his arousal, working the natural lubricant and juices into the tender flesh.
A smile coats his muzzle as the deer bucked hard against his first, a familiar tingle and warmth spreading down throughout his hanging orbs...his climax approaching. The pre thickening lewdly and coating the veined and throbbing firmness of his flesh. He grips at the sheets a little with his spare fist and lets out a squeak of pleasure as his climax washes over him, the stress of the day seeming to melt away as the stag came onto his belly. The sticky gobs of his fertile fawnjuice soaking lewdly into his still damp pelt. Smiling to himself and leaning back in satisfaction, the deer pants gently and bathes in the warmth of his afterglow and the warmth of the setting sun, letting both carry him away. He was cheered up. Or was that deered up?