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"Careful, there's a ton of ice around here because my cheap-ass neighbours won't put down salt." As if the corgi's words were defiantly tempting fate, her companion, a tall, skinny deer, slipped just slightly on the cold sidewalk, thrusting out his arms for a second before regaining his balance. He was blushing when he turned back to the dog, but she said nothing - though she was poorly hiding a smile. "...Thanks for the warning, Hannah," the buck sighed, one ear twitching in embarrassment, "In - in my defence, it's harder than you think dealing with ice on these!" He gestured down towards his feet, or rather, where one would expect to find a normal pair of flat, be-toed feet on most humanoids, and where instead Walter Raines had a pair of cervine hooves, having Inherited that trait from his feral progenitors. Hannah, who was much shorter and rather chubbier than her best friend, just adjusted the shopping bags in her hands and nodded wryly. "Yes, yes, we've all seen Bambi," she teased, walking more confidently over the sidewalk in her boots, giggling as the stag grumbled. "Hey now, that's a low blow, a lot of us aren't cool with that movie you know!" he said, "Ask any doe who's had kids what they think of Bambi's mother, and she'll talk your ear off..." Looking over her shoulder, seeing her friend still pouting, Hannah tilted her head to the side and sent him a more sympathetic smile. "Aww, come on, Walt, you know I'm just kidding, you're - Aaaahhhh!" Having apparently invoked some kind of cosmic irony, Hannah slipped on the ice, her foot skidding forward into the air, the rest of her pitching backwards towards the unforgiving concrete and ice - at least until Walter lunged forward and caught her in his arms, which were stronger than their spindly appearance would suggest. "Are you okay?!" he immediately asked, all trace of irritation replaced with concern. Now it was Hannah who was blushing as she stood back up and re-adjusted the bags she was carrying, grinning sheepishly at the buck. "I'm - I'm fine..." she managed, "Thanks, Walter. I owe you one." He grinned and nodded just down the street towards her house. "Don't mention it. Let's just get inside before this blasted weather kills us."

Soon enough, they were hurrying towards the front steps of the large, Victorian-style (whatever that meant, Hannah and Walter certainly didn't know) house with 'Starling' proudly emblazoned on a metal plate just to the right of the front door. The door was unlocked, thankfully, so Hannah just walked right on in. Walter followed her, not having to duck since he had shed his antlers already, it being the cold season, though he habitually filed them down anyway, preferring to be able to wear T-shirts and lie down comfortably over the visual flare of the annual horns. "I'm home!" Hannah announced, to any other members of the Starling family who might be about. Her mother's voice came from the general area of the kitchen. "Welcome back, sweetie," she called, "did you have any trouble with the roads?" Despite not being in visual contact with her mother, Hannah shook her head, a habit that always made Walt smirk, especially when she did it on the phone. "No, Mom, we walked," she replied, "and it was okay, except the Sandroskis still haven't salted the sidewalk in front of their house!" As Hannah's mother grumbled about the Sandroskis, Walter quietly hung up his coat and stepped out of the front entryway, to give Hannah room to unlace and remove her boots. As she stepped past him, going towards the stairs that lead up to the second floor, where her bedroom was located, Walt started to walk into the living room, where he'd wait for her in their usual spot, perhaps to watch some TV, put on a movie, or play some Mario Party. But before he'd taken three steps into the room, Hannah turned towards him from the stairs. "Hey, Walt?" she asked, "Could you come with me for a sec? I wanted to get your opinion on something." The stag was surprised; she'd never asked him up to her room before. He'd been there, but never for very long, usually walking with her as she dashed inside to retrieve a hat or something she'd left behind. "Oh, uh, sure," he replied, "It isn't my opinion on Valentine's Day, is it? I'm pretty sure I made myself abundantly clear at the mall... sorry again to go off ranting like that." The corgi smirked and shook her head. "Yes, yes, we've heard all about SAD, Walt, I'm not a big fan either, but this is about something else," she said, "C'mon, I'll explain upstairs." As dateless individuals, Hannah and Walter were among the many that somewhat bitterly referred to the holiday taking place that day as 'Singles Awareness Day', as it served only to remind them of their lack of a love life. Now, though, as Hannah inclined her head up the stairs, Walter couldn't help but put such things out of his mind. The 'loneliest day of the year' wouldn't be so bad, he supposed, not as long as he had good friends like Hannah to keep him company.

The first thing Hannah did upon arriving in her room was to put the bags down and sigh with relief. The second thing was to turn around and close the door behind Walter, whose brow furrowed just slightly when she locked it. "Uhh, Hannah?" he asked, as she returned to the bags and, reaching into one, retrieved a dark blue dress. "Hmmm?" the dog asked, not really paying close attention to him as she held the dress up in front of herself and examined her appearance in her mirror. Hannah didn't look as relaxed as some girls might, she had a look of intense scrutiny on her face as she examined herself; though being short and (calling a spade a spade) chubby was par for the course for corgis, Hannah was a little bit heavier than the standard, and she was acutely aware of it. As long as Walter had known her, she'd been extremely sensitive to fat jokes, and tended to get nervous in public areas, afraid people were staring or making jokes about her. It wasn't so bad when she was with friends, but even that afternoon, a random group of kids had started laughing about something as Walt and Hannah happened to be walking by, and Hannah's face had fallen, trailing off in the middle of a sentence, her fear that the laughter was mocking her written all over her face. Walter did his best to make her feel better about such things, but there's only so much you can do without crossing a line, even as best friends. "Walter?" she asked, bringing the stag's attention back to the present, "Do you think this would look good on me? Wouldn't make me - uh, wouldn't, em-emphasize the pudge?" Walt stared blankly at his friend's back as he sat down in a chair next to her desk, making himself comfortable. "Uhhh... Hannah, are you seriously asking me 'does this make me look fat'?" She looked back over her shoulder and frowned slightly as she discarded the dress and retrieved a light red top from another bag. "What, afraid I'll get all offended and start crying?" she asked, which was, to be fair, something he'd actually been worried about, "Come on, I asked you up here for your expertise, man! Which of these looks better?" As she repeatedly switched between holding the red top and a slightly lower-cut white top in front of her, Walter's ear twitched and he stared, perplexed. "M-my expertise?" he muttered, "Hannah, what the hell do I know about women's clothes?" She made a dismissive gesture towards him and clicked her tongue as she turned around and resumed analyzing herself in the mirror with the shirts held before her. "Well, that's disappointing. I guess I should have known from the way you dress yourself," the corgi sighed, her ears lowered slightly in irritation, "You know, Walt, for a gay man, you have terrible fashion sense." There wasn't any music playing in the room, but inside his head, Walter could almost swear he heard a record scratch after Hannah casually dropped that bombshell. His mouth worked silently, lips forming various shapes in a futile effort to say something, anything, until he finally managed to croak out a response. "...Ex_cuse_ me?" The canine didn't seem to notice the look of shock on his face or the agitation in his voice; she produced a skirt and held it in front of her hips, only to discard it, perhaps deciding that she couldn't get a good visualization of it while she was wearing pants. As she returned to poring over the blue dress, she made a vague gesture over her shoulder at him. "What?" she asked, distractedly, as if she couldn't understand his confusion, "Isn't that one of the calling cards of the, uh, homosexual male community? Being really canny at fashion and appearance and stuff... You know, Queer Eye and all..."

Walter felt a fair number of conflicting emotions running through his system at that moment, he wasn't sure whether he should be embarrassed, angry, defensive, or just stick with being absolutely confused for a while. "H-Hannah..." he started, before trailing off, unable to find the words. It didn't help when Hannah casually laid the dress down again and then, without warning, pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it over to the bed. "Hmm? You say something?" She turned around to face him, the look on her face so casual that he realized she was solely reacting to his usage of her name, not facing him to discuss her sudden state of undress. Things didn't get much better when she unlatched her bra and let it slide down, freeing her bust from its grip and exposing her entire upper body to the shocked buck's eyes. One of the few things Hannah did like about being a big girl was that her weight affected her chest about as much as it affected her stomach, so Walter found himself staring at her impressively-sized breasts, unable to look away from those soft, pronounced curves, the white and light brown fur accenting her globes perfectly, her nipples peeking out from her pelt, a shade of pink that sent shivers down Walt's spine. Oh my God, he realized, she's gonna try on the fucking dress right in front of me! Sure enough, as she continued to look at him, a quizzical expression on her face, her hands went to her belt buckle, and Walter gasped, forcing the truth out. "Hannah!" he cried, "I'm - I'm not a gay man!" Both of them froze, eyes locked on each other. "Y-you're straight?" she asked, her voice barely audible, ears flattened against her head, before her eyes widened in panic and she blushed like it was going out of fashion. "You're straight!" Hannah cried, a true realization of their situation dawning on her, "Oh God!" Even as Walter leapt to his feet and turned around, cheeks burning, Hannah grabbed the dress off the bed and held it in front of her breasts, turning away from him as she whimpered with embarrassment.

Burying his face in his hands as he shook his head, ashamed that even with this much embarrassment burning through his veins, he couldn't shake the image of his best friend's breasts from his mind, Walter groaned. "Jesus Christ, Hannah, I - I'm so sorry I d-didn't look away, I was j-just so shocked and I..." he trailed off, unable to find the words that would absolve him of the guilt he felt. For her part, Hannah was struggling to get her bra back on, still whimpering. "Omigod, I can't believe I just showed you my tits," she murmured, mostly to herself, "I c-can't believe that just happened..." Every part of Walter's mind was begging him to get the fuck out of that room, to put some distance between them until they both cooled off, make this one of those awkward moments that they never talk about again - wait, probably be best to talk about her thinking he was gay, but - but he was getting distracted again and the tension in the room was getting unbearable! Mumbling an apology, he hurriedly stepped towards her door, grabbing the handle and giving a sharp yank as he twisted - having forgotten that the door was locked, so that yanking on the knob that hard resulted only in him pulling himself into the door face-first.

Suddenly finding himself on the floor with an aching nose, Walt groaned out loud. He wasn't sure this could get much worse without her family bursting in and assuming they'd been having sex. When he opened his eyes again, Hannah was standing uncertainly over him, having gotten dressed again, still blushing fiercely. "...That looked p-pretty hard, are - are you okay?" she asked, quietly. Walter reached up and gingerly touched the end of his muzzle; his nose hurt like hell, but he didn't think it was bleeding. "Yeah, I, uh, I think so..." he replied, somewhat reluctantly accepting the hand she offered him and getting up. He was significantly taller than she was, but also a lot thinner, so she didn't have much trouble helping him up. Rubbing his nose, he sat down on her bed, feeling a little calmer than he had a second ago. "I - I'm sorry, Hannah. I shouldn't have stared like that..." he whispered, as she sat down next to him, just as interested in her feet as he was in his own hooves. "No, it's my fault," she replied, "I shouldn't have just, um, stripped like that right in front of you." There was a moment of silence, and then Walter found himself unable to put off asking the burning question for even one moment longer. "...You really thought I was gay, huh?" Hannah buried her face in her hands, but the noise she made was half-groan, half-giggle, and Walt considered that a step forward. "Oh, shit, Walt, I'm so sorry," the corgi said, "I totally didn't mean to, you know, offend you or anything..." Walter shook his hands in a dismissive way and finally looked over at her. "No, it's okay, I'm, you know, secure in my sexuality and all that," he said, wishing he could stop blushing for just one minute, "I just... don't suppose you could tell me why you thought I was queer? Wait, is it okay for straight people to say queer? I c-can't remember..." There was definitely a small smile on Hannah's face now, though she kept her eyes on her toes, which Walt had always thought were odd-looking protrusions, coming from an entire family of hooved deer as he did. "I don't know if 'queer' is kosher, but I won't tell if you won't," she replied, sounding a little more herself, "As for why... well, for starters, you're a bit, uh, huggy with your guy friends." Walt hadn't realized he'd stopped blushing until he felt it start again. "W-well, there's nothing wrong with that, is there?" he asked, a little defensively, "Just feels more personal than a high five or something is all... my family is all about the hugs..." Hannah nodded, having moved her eyes to the carpet beneath her feet. "I know, I know, but it's more than that... You never really look at or talk about girls, and I'm the only one that you ever seem to hang out with, so..." The buck tilted his head, raising an eyebrow as his ear started twitching again. "Wait, why would hanging out with you imply I'm gay?" he asked, "You're my best friend!"

Hannah finally looked up at him, but the smile had disappeared from her face. "Oh, come on, Walt, don't play dumb," she muttered, frowning at him, "Okay, I'm a girl, but just look at me, I know you think of me as 'just one of the guys'." The look on her face made it clear that she wasn't happy about that; while she let her guard down and sometimes let him in on her insecurities, she didn't often let him see the strength of the resentment she held towards her weight. She looked away again, and sighed with a deep-seated frustration as she looked down towards her stomach. "I kinda assumed, Walter, because I figured a gay dude is the only kind of guy who would even acknowledge that I existed." Walter's instinct was to protest this, as he considered her a dear friend, but she made a strangled, discouraged groan, and her hands curled into fists. "God! Sometimes, I... I really hate being a corgi..." she grumbled, somewhat shocking the buck, "Genetically predisposed to being short and dumpy. I don't even get a tail, just this stupid, stubby little 'tent' in my fur where any real dog should have one. Why couldn't I have been a husky? They're gorgeous! Or a whippet! I'd totally settle for being a whippet, they can't keep fat on their bones!" As she let out a canine whine and gripped her own belly as if considering ripping it off with her bare hands, Walter cleared his throat. "Uh... what about a shiba inu?" he asked, feeling he had to do something to prevent her spiralling downward into tears of self-loathing. When she looked up, confused, there were in fact tears in the corners of her eyes. "Wh - why would I want to be a shiba?" she asked, legitimately confused, "They're kinda chubby too, that wouldn't solve much." Walt nodded sagely, avoiding her eyes. "Perhaps, but then you know what they say..." He waited until she finally opened her mouth to ask the obvious question, and then finished the thought. "Much beauty. Such fur. Wow!" Hannah snorted in surprised amusement, caught off-guard by the sudden appearance of a stupid joke, and then, laughing softly, gave the slender deer a shove. "...You dork," she said, rather kindly. Walt looked back up at her and winked. "You know you love it."

After a few moments of silence, Walter took a deep breath and started scratching at the back of his neck. "Umm... I don't know if it'll help..." he started, "But I know where you're coming from, being frustrated at the, uh, genetic leanings of your species." When she glanced up, Hannah still seemed calm, but she'd raised an eyebrow curiously. "What do you mean? You're as skinny as a rail," she said, "If anything, you're thinner than most of the deer I know." "Don't I know it..." Walter muttered. "What's that?" "Oh jeez... Look, I wouldn't be telling anyone else this, and I wouldn't even be telling you if you hadn't just, uh..." he trailed off for a moment. "...But I feel like, fair's fair, you know?" "Walt, what the hell are you talking about?" The corgi crossed her arms and regarded him with not a small amount of confusion in her eyes. "...Okay," he finally said, working up the courage, "The thing is, I sort of, uh, semi-Inherited another trait besides my feet. Not completely, though. See, my, uh..." he coughed, blushing furiously, "...Oh Christ, I'll just say it." Clenching his eyes tightly shut, he forced the words out. "...My dick is really skinny, a-and I've always been worried that it wouldn't be, uh, girthy enough to p-please a woman!"

Hannah didn't say anything at first, and Walter didn't dare look at her, a part of his mind idly pondering whether this moment or the one after she'd flashed him had been more embarrassing. Then he heard a giggle, and decided that it was probably this one. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he looked up, but from the look on her face, Hannah was not laughing at him, so he let out a sigh and sank back, almost lying down across the bed, his shoulders and the back of his head pressing against the wall on the opposite side of the mattress. When she finally finished giggling, she looked back at him, grinning, though his blush burned hotter for just a moment when he saw her glance over to his jean-covered groin before looking back at his eyes. "Don't think I've ever heard you say the word 'girthy' before," she said, quietly, "It's kind of a funny word. Girthy." She started giggling again, and the stag started to wonder if it had been a mistake letting her in on that particular secret. She quickly got a hold of herself, though, and regarded him a bit more seriously. "So you really worry about that, huh?" the corgi asked, "You're not just saying that to make me feel better?" Walter nodded slowly, and Hannah looked away, biting her lip for a moment before looking back with a devilish grin. "...Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked, softly, "Let's see it, then!"

Walter stared at Hannah for a moment in the same way he would stare if she'd just suggested they saw their own feet off to pass the time: like he wasn't quite sure if he'd heard her correctly, and if he had, she'd clearly gone insane. "Wh-what?" he finally asked, "Hannah, did - are you seriously asking me to - to show you my dick?" The canine grinned delightedly and nodded again, with a little wiggle to her hips that told Walter that her stubby tail was doing its level best to wag happily. "Hey," she said, matter-of-factly, "If you can think of a better way to judge if your dick is too skinny, I'd like to hear it." Mildly curious if his blushing ability was going to tire itself out by the end of the night, Walter frowned. "But - that's crazy, I'm not just gonna whip it out for no reason!" he protested, "I - I'd never be able to look you in the eyes again!" As he sat up on the bed, unconsciously pressing his back against the wall and pulling his groin away from her, like he feared she might take matters into her own hands, Hannah gestured at her chest and sniffed indignantly. "Well shit, Walt, you already got a pretty good look at me," she said, faux-offended, "How would it be fair for you to skip your turn?" Swallowing, his mouth suddenly dry, Walt held up his hands in protest. "B-but that was all you!" the stag complained, "I didn't - I mean I wouldn't - I mean we're not really taking t-turns, are we?" A moment passed. "...You're going to push this, aren't you?" he asked, just above a whisper, "You have that look in your eyes." "Mmm-hmm," was her entire response, as she crossed her arms and gave him an unreadable look. Swallowing a nervous groan, Walter reluctantly slipped his hooves to the floor and stood up straight, sighing as Hannah giggled delightedly and clapped her hands in obvious excitement. Said excitement seemed to be contagious, for as he slowly wrestled with his belt, Walter found his heart pumping faster, felt his hands trembling just slightly. He wasn't a virgin by any means (though the fact that none of the handful of girls he'd been with had ever complained about the breadth of his penis just made him paranoid that they were hiding their complaints), but there was something different about the fact that he was about to expose himself to Hannah, to the girl he could complain about girls with, his best friend. "Y-you know, while we're going with the temporary insanity plea," he said, grinning nervously, "Your boobs are amazing, girl, best I've ever seen with my own two eyes." Blushing back at him, and smiling uncharacteristically bashfully, the corgi giggled again. "You really think so?" she asked, toying with her hands. "Oh, God yeah," he replied, energetically, "They're so big and round and soft-looking, but they're not all saggy like a lot of big chests, they're nice and pert and oh my God why am I still talking about this." Hannah laughed at that, looking quietly pleased. "I appreciate the enthusiasm, but don't you think you can wiggle your way out of the show," she said, winking.

Walter soon found himself unable to put it off any longer, and with one last glance over at Hannah's eager face, he took a deep breath and unzipped his fly, lowering his pants a little ways down his thighs and then, before he lost his nerve, tugging the waistband of his boxers down, exposing his package to the corgi's gaze. Hannah's eyes widened ever-so-slightly, her eyes locking onto his penis, her expression unreadable. After a moment, Walt swallowed, feeling weird, and was just about to ask her to get on with it and tell him whether it was too skinny or not when Hannah glanced up to his eyes and beat him to the punch. "Well?" she asked, "What are you waiting for?" The buck frowned, confused. "Wh-what am I waiting for? What are you talking about?" he asked, swallowing again, his mouth suddenly feeling aridly dry. There was a shyness in the corgi's eyes, but the twitching of her ears telegraphed her excitement like she'd written it on a flag and flown it proudly above her head. "I can't very well judge whether or not it'd be thick enough to please a girl like this," she said, gesturing at his junk, "You don't put it in a girl when it's soft, do you?" Shocked, Walt opened his mouth, but no words came out in his astonished state. He was showing his cock to his best friend, and now she wanted him to make it hard for her. This was not the way he'd anticipated the afternoon going. "I... I..." he stammered, paralyzed by embarrassment. Hannah leaned forward, grinning at him with that same nervous smile. "Here, let me give you some... encouragement," she breathed, looking away before she pulled her shirt back over her head, reaching up to gently cup her breasts from below, leaving them in their bra but still giving the wide-eyed stag an eyeful. "S-so... you like my tits, huh?" she asked, her voice a little subdued, "Then let me give you something to look at while you give me a real look at... Walt Jr. over there." As Walter stared, amazed, the corgi began rubbing and kneading her breasts, occasionally squishing them together. They looked so soft, so squeezable, that Walt was unable to look away, and there was a nervous energy in the air, two best friends doing what platonic friends are certainly not supposed to do in the privacy of a locked room. Shivering with excitement, eyes still locked on Hannah's boobs, the buck released his grip on his pants, letting them slowly fall to the floor and pool about his hooves, then tugged his boxers down to join them. Standing up straight and taking a deep breath, he closed his fingers around his flaccid cock and gave it a squeeze, feeling it instantly responding to his touch - and the sight of the canine girl playing with her breasts - as he began to slowly stroke the twitching, pulsing flesh that grew harder and longer in his grip with each passing second. Hannah inhaled sharply as he began to visibly grow more erect, and the pair of them continued playing with themselves, unable to take their eyes off each other.

Before long, the stag's prick had grown fully erect, standing tall and proud before the corgi's practically awestruck eyes. "Wow..." she breathed, unabashedly staring at her friend's stiff cock. Walter continued touching himself, though he'd slowed his strokes to almost nothing; after all, he wasn't trying to come in front of Hannah, right? "S-so... what do you think?" he whispered, now that he was finally in a sufficient state for her to judge. "Wait," she replied, tearing her eyes away from Walt's penis and looking down as she unlatched her bra in front of him for the second time. Swallowing, Walter started to ask, but she looked up and explained of her own accord as the garment slipped away, baring her breasts completely, and revealing that her nipples were hard and pointy; she was just as turned on as her friend. "I, uh, j-just wanted to make things, more... even, is all," she said, blushing. Then, after a moment's hesitation, she resumed squeezing and kneading her boobs, taking time now and then to tweak and tease her nipples, something so hot that Walt had to actively resist the urge to groan in pleasure. "N-now then, about that girth of yours..." she giggled a little as she said the word, still finding it funny despite the situation they found themselves in. This time, she wasn't just staring at his prick, she was downright scrutinizing it, taking her task very seriously, leaning here and there to get a better look at it, such that Walter felt compelled to remove his stroking hand, give her a better view. "Hmmm... It is thinner than on the guys I've been with," she said, after a moment, being quick to add "But it's not like you've got a spaghetti noodle there, Walt, I think you're worrying over nothing." At that exact moment, another insane thought popped into Walter's head, and he found himself leaping to act on it before he thought it through rationally and lost his nerve. "Are - are you sure?" he asked, avoiding the canine girl's eyes, "Would you like to... make a more thorough examination?" When she looked up, Hannah didn't look like she understood, one ear pointing to the side quizzically. However, when she saw the look in his eyes, somehow, she understood exactly what he was saying, and jumped slightly, silently startled, her eyes widening in shock. Then, after glancing back and forth between Walter's face and his prick uncertainly for a few seconds, she exhaled sharply, apparently having been holding her breath, and nodded. In that moment, Walter suddenly recognized the same insanity in his friend, and realized that she too was acting before she lost her nerve. "Oh, y-yes," she whispered, "That's a g-good idea, can't be t-too thorough..."

Neither of them made a sound as Hannah released one of her sizeable breasts and slowly, slowly lifted her trembling hand towards Walter's erection. She hesitated again at the last second, and the buck could hear her taking a deep breath before she closed her fingers around his penis; both of them gasped out loud, and Walt felt his prick throb involuntarily in her grip at the touch of her surprisingly warm, soft skin against his. "Oh God..." Walter thought, taking a full second and a half to realize that he'd actually uttered it out loud. Hannah didn't seem to have noticed, though, the entirety of her attention going to the warm flesh in her grip, but when she gave Walter's dick an experimental squeeze, the deer's knees nearly buckled. "Um, would you like to sit down?" she asked, indicating the bed. Wordlessly, Walt nodded in relief, and moved over to take a seat, Hannah rotating her chair to continue facing him. Under other circumstances, he might have thought it was funny that Hannah never released her grip on his manhood, but then, under other circumstances, Hannah would never be touching his penis in the first place. As the corgi began to slowly, uncertainly stroke her hand along the sensitive skin of his shaft, Walter bit his tongue to keep from moaning out loud, finding it painful yet more acceptable than 'admitting' his reaction by covering his mouth with a hand. Hannah kept it up for a few moments, really getting a feel for this unfamiliar territory, and finally nodded to herself. "Yeah..." she whispered, her voice far away and hoarse, "You were definitely worrying over nothing, Walt... Um, anyway, you know what they say, ah, it's not the size of the boat..." She trailed off, distracted by her play, and Walter grinned thinly, swallowing before he finished her thought. "...It's the motion of the ocean.' It's not the size, it's, uh, what you do with it, right?" Hannah giggled to herself and nodded, but said nothing, and despite their pretense having come to an end, she kept stroking and fondling his prick. When she played her fingertips along the underside of the crown of his cock, Walter felt himself throb again, and this time, a drop of pre-come emerged from the tip of his erection, much to his chagrin. "Oh, fuck, s-sorry!" he said, fighting to keep from whimpering with embarrassment, but before he could hide the evidence of his growing arousal, perhaps by dabbing it away with his sleeve or, say, putting his dick away, Hannah reached up and touched it with the tip of a finger, rubbing Walt's pre into the skin of his cock like it was moisturizing lotion. "That's okay, Walt, uh... it's just fine..." she breathed, continuing her play for a few more seconds before she stopped and looked up at him. Corgi and stag held each others' gaze for what felt like an eternity, with a profound quiet surrounding them. Then, finally, Walter spoke up, cursing the tremor in his voice. "S-so, uh, do you want to get dressed and pretend this never happened?" he asked, trying to sound casual. "Not especially," Hannah replied, "We could, you know, keep going, see where this leads us..." Walter shuddered. He honestly couldn't say whether he was pleased or not by that response. "This is crazy, you know that, right?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. The corgi giggled, shaking her head. "I know! This is totally bananas!" she laughed. "We've been friends forever, never once felt anything like this before," Walt commented. "Never even thought about it before, hell, I thought you were gay," she agreed. Another, briefer, moment of silence, and then: "...Hannah? I... I want to keep going, even if it is crazy," the stag said, softly, "It just - it feels so right..." Before he even finished, she was nodding. "I wanna see how deep the rabbit hole goes too," she confirmed, shrugging softly. Grinning, getting excited by the realization that this was actually a thing, that this was actually going to happen, Walter chuckled. "Rabbit hole?" he asked, "Unless you're saying you've got another friend hiding in the closet, I think I'll stick with the corgi in front of me." Hannah laughed out loud and gave him a shove, calling him a pervert, and he felt incredibly reassured of two things: that this was, without a doubt, absolutely the right thing to be doing, and that no matter how it turned out, Hannah would still be his best friend at the end of it.

As Walter slipped his legs out of his pants (it wasn't very difficult, really, given the shape of his hooves), Hannah let go of his prick and got up, sitting down on the bed next to him. Now naked from the waist down, the stag turned to face her, pulling one leg up on the bed, and leaned in, only hesitating for a microsecond before he pressed his lips against the corgi's. Hannah let out a sigh through her nose, and as she mirrored his pose, pulling one of her own legs up on the bed to make facing Walter more comfortable, the buck reached up and placed his hands on his friend's - his lover's? - face, letting out a sigh of his own as their tongues timidly made contact, before more curiously pressing together. He'd never kissed the girl before, but Walt wasn't especially surprised to find that her lips were the softest and plumpest he'd ever pressed his own against; Hannah's entire body kind of gave off the impression of 'soft and warm', really. One of her hands came to rest on his side, but the other reached down and took hold of his penis again, as if reminding him that he was still exposed. He barely broke off the kiss, opening his mouth and gasping out a quick 'ah!' of approval and pleasure before returning to the embrace. Hannah didn't stroke him this time, putting her focus into the smooching, but there was just something so exciting, so sensual (if he was using that word correctly) about the fact that she was touching him there that Walter didn't mind, feeling it enhanced the kiss considerably. When they finally broke off the embrace, they stared into each other's eyes for a moment, breathing slightly harder than they had been, and smiled almost guiltily, as if they now shared a secret kept from all the world.

"You're a really good kisser," Hannah whispered, blushing, "I didn't know that about you." He felt really proud of that, and practically chuckled as he responded. "You're not so bad yourself," he replied, "And I really like your chapstick, what is that, vanilla?" "Mmm-hmm... wait, how'd we get like this?" Looking around, as she was doing, Walter realized that while the two of them were lost in the kiss, they'd shifted their position; Hannah was now lying on her back, with Walter on all fours on top of her. They must have moved so gradually that neither of them consciously noticed it. Swallowing, Walter shrugged. "M-maybe we're more eager than we thought," he suggested, before leaning back, moving upright so he could discard his shirt. As soon as his face was hidden inside the garment, Hannah reached out with her other hand to cup his testicles. He tensed up, moaning softly in surprise as those unseen fingers kneaded the sensitive flesh of his scrotum, curiously toying with the orbs inside as if getting a feel for their size and weight. As he discarded his shirt, now fully naked, Walter reached down and took hold of the belt around Hannah's waist. "Here," he said, a husky, needy quality to his voice now, "Let me..." As he unbuckled it, Hannah shivered beneath him, and her voice was nervous and self-conscious. "W-Walt? Are you sure you're okay with... with me being big?" she asked, as if he'd somehow been unaware of what she looked like this whole time. "Are you kidding?" he replied, gently nudging her hands away from his genitals and leaning down again, "I love a girl with a little padding!" Hannah laughed with a genuine delight, and when she spoke again, tilting an ear to the side quizzically, her voice sounded much more relaxed. "Walter Raines!" she laughed, "I had no idea you were a chubby chaser!" Walt laughed along with her even as he blushed. "W-well, I was just worried that if I told you I liked, you know, bigger girls, it would sound like I was trying to get into your pants..." the stag trailed off, and a funny look came over his face as he glanced down at his hands, which were in the process of freeing the tongue of her belt from the buckle. Laughing again, he shook his head and shrugged as he continued. "...'He said, as he tried to get into her pants.' Huh, I guess that was a valid worry after all. Never occurred to me you'd be okay with that idea."

Soon, the belt lay splayed open, and Walter was unzipping Hannah's cargo pants. Unlike deer, who were known for long, spindly legs, corgis were not terribly fond of skinny jeans. Wishing his hands would stop shaking, feeling more nervous than he'd been with a girl since he lost his virginity, the stag pulled her pants down a short ways, swallowing as her bright pink panties came into view. "How very... seasonally appropriate..." he whispered. Hannah turned beet red. "Oh! I, uh, l-look, it's not like I did it on purpose or anything!" she protested, "I just - they happen to be pink, is all!" Walter made a dismissive gesture and smirked. "Relaaaaax, girl, I was kidding," he said, "Now we, uh... oh, screw it, I've been dying to do this for ages now." Obviously confused by the sudden change in his demeanour, Hannah frowned slightly. "What are you talking about?" she asked. Walt swallowed yet again, and as he pushed her pants down her thighs with one hand, he leaned forward, bracing the other one on the bed next to her shoulder. "They're just so beautiful..." he whispered, almost to himself, "I just need to... just need to..." He trailed off, but the message became clear enough when he suddenly leaned in, as if for a kiss, only to veer south and close his lips around one of her nipples. "Oh - oh fuck!" she gasped, arching her back, pressing her boob into Walt's face. He moaned, the sound muffled by her teat, and began to run his tongue along her sensitive nipple, abandoning her pants at about her knees to bring his hand up and gently caress and squeeze at the rest of her sizable breast. "Oh, God, Walter, yes..." the canine whispered, laying a hand on top of his head and toying with the smooth lumps that were the stumps of his antlers, "F-for the record, I'd really p-prefer you ask first next time... but this time, just don't stop..."

Walter continued to lick and suckle at that perfect pink nipple, and after thrashing her legs a little bit to free them from the unjust confinement of pants, Hannah lay mostly still under him, running one hand along his back and leaving the other on his head, scratching behind the ears like he was a fellow dog. He had to admit it felt pretty nice. He lifted his mouth away long enough to look her in the eyes, unaware of the trail of saliva that briefly linked his lips to her breast. "Hannah? C-can I, um, lie down on you? I wanna use both hands, and..." This time, he trailed off because the corgi was nodding emphatically. "You do what you need to, Walt," she breathed, "no offense, but you don't look like you weigh too much." Walt shrugged that one off, as it wasn't his general skinniness that he had a problem with, and adjusted his position, settling himself directly on top of his canine friend , feeling noticeably disappointed that when he was lying with his head far enough down her body to keep playing with her breasts, his aching, ignored prick wasn't pressed against anything at all. Just as she'd said, as he came to rest on top of her, Hannah didn't seem especially distressed. Maybe there were other benefits to her size. He was primarily focused at the moment, though, on the benefit that rendered her so warm and soft, she felt almost like a pillow with a pulse. Leaning down, resuming suckling on one of her nipples, it occurred to the stag, as his lover (though it felt incredibly strange thinking of Hannah Starling by that word) sighed happily and began to run her hand along his back, that this would probably be a lot less pleasant for the corgi if he had a full rack of antlers, as they'd now be hovering just above her face, ready to poke her if he turned his head the wrong way. The thought rapidly vacated his mind, though, as he turned his focus back to licking and teasing, to using his hands to massage and knead at soft, sensitive flesh. "Oh, Walt, that's so good..." And, of course, to the pleasured reactions of the woman he was lying on.

It wasn't long before Hannah was shivering and moaning, her feet twitching and her breath regularly catching in her throat as she would gasp or whimper at one thing or another the slender buck was doing to her. Her hands were no longer running softly across his back, rubbing soothingly at his muscles, but were grasping at him needily, like she was holding on for dear life. Walter didn't pay much attention, though, focusing on her boobs and what fun he could have with them, switching back and forth between them when it felt right. So he was rather surprised when Hannah suddenly took hold of his head and pulled him away from her tit, though the surprise faded when he saw the look in her eyes, and felt his cheeks flushing as he realized that Hannah was really, really horny by this point. "Th-that's enough, Walt! P-please..." she whimpered, "I - I need... oh God, I can't even say it... I need... I need... I need more... Oh, God, I just can't..." Walter was blushing, but Hannah's embarrassment was in a league of her own; he was worried that if he didn't let her off the hook, the corgi's cheek fur would spontaneously ignite. He reached out and gently touched her lips to put a stop to her stammering, and smiled self-consciously. "I - I think I know what you need... baby?" They both giggled at his attempt at a more personal name, and he shrugged before crawling down the bed and hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties. Pausing, he glanced up to make sure, and knew the instant he made eye contact that this was exactly what Hannah had been hoping for. She had her hands curled up and was covering the lower half of her face with them, though her eyes were wide and locked on what the stag was doing. Slowly, carefully, Walter tugged the underwear away from her body and down her thighs, swallowing as the girl lifted her butt (and all the junk within that trunk) to aid him. As nervous as he'd been while exposing himself earlier, it was nothing compared to how he felt now that he was exposing her. And suddenly, the moment was upon him; Hannah shifted on the bed, her legs parted slightly, and Walt paused, with the panties down to her shins, to stare openly at his best friend's vulva, glistening in the light with her desire, the pink lips parted just slightly, hinting at the treasures within, the nub of her clitoris already swollen with arousal and peeking out from its hood. Shuddering with anticipation, Walter tugged the panties the rest of the way off and tossed them to the floor before turning back to continue leering at his best friend's most tender parts. "Oh, Hannah..." he breathed, once again unaware he was doing it out loud, "You have such a good-looking pussy..." Ordinarily, a comment like that would have given the corgi a serious case of the giggles, even if she'd been dating the guy, but she was apparently just as nervous over this being her best friend as Walter was himself. He reached in slowly and cupped his hand over the canine's slit, feeling the surprising heat from within, her wetness soaking into the short fur on his hands, and shivered just as she did from that first touch. Pulling back a little, Walt reached in with his other hand, gently placing his fingertips on either side of her cleft and spread it open, biting his lip to keep from whimpering as he got his first tantalizing glimpse of the wet pinkness inside. Suddenly overtaken with need, the buck boldly leaned in and ran his tongue from the base of the corgi's pussy to the top, his prick throbbing in empty air as he first experienced Hannah's intimate flavour, shuddering from head to toe as he felt the girl's clitoris pulsing against his tongue. But even as he savoured the taste of his best friend's slit, Hannah gasped out a single word: 'Wait!'

Reluctantly pulling his tongue away from her heated flesh, unconsciously licking the juices off his lips, Walter looked up at his friend's face. "What's wrong, Hannah? Sh-should I have asked first?" The corgi grinned self-consciously, and patted the bed next to her as she beckoned the stag closer with a nod of her head. "N-no, it's fine, it's just... I want us both to enjoy this." Practically trembling with anticipation, Walter got up and crawled over to lie down next to his canine friend as she scootched a little closer to the wall, making room for him. After a brief moment to make themselves comfortable, as if on some agreed-upon signal, both of them extended a hand, sliding it down the other's belly, making themselves at home between their lover's legs. Walter moaned softly as Hannah once again began to stroke his cock, just as Hannah sucked in her breath, tensing up at the sensation of the buck's curious fingers slipping between her folds and into her wet heat. With that, the pair began enthusiastically rubbing and caressing, teasing and stroking, letting out sighs of contentment as they leaned in to kiss again, the lion's share of their attention focused on pleasuring each other. Hannah's fingers, soft and warm and gentle, stroked up and down Walter's rigid shaft, and almost immediately she coaxed another drop of pre-come out of him, to drool down to his stomach and vanish into his belly fur. Walter's fingers weren't quite as soft and supple as his new lover's, his skin being just a little bit coarser, but he was just as gentle as his fingertips probed around inside the dog's tight channel, running along the slick inner walls of Hannah's vagina and tracing the textures, relishing the way the fleshy walls tensed up and squeezed against his digits, either because he'd found a sensitive spot or because of the fingers that remained outside, teasing at her achingly sensitive clit. It wasn't fast work, fingers blurring on each other's genitals as they raced to climax, but instead they took their time exploring each other's bodies and getting to know their lover in a brand new way.

As they pleasured each other, the heat that made the frigid weather outside seem like a half-forgotten dream continued to grow, kindling a fire that brought with it a certain amount of urgency. Soon, Hannah was rolling her hips approvingly against the hand that continued to probe her depths, focusing on the spots that elicited gasps and whimpers, and Walter was leaking a fairly steady stream of pre, those soft fingers rubbing it into the skin of his straining shaft and getting him ever slicker. As his muscles tensed up, Walt broke off the kiss long enough to gasp a request to slow down, as he didn't want to come while Hannah seemed nowhere near her peak. But though he backed away from release, it wasn't by much, and the stag found himself squirming and twitching, fighting the pleasure with everything he had, more concerned with how he'd look to his lover than he'd been since... well, since his first lover. He let his eyes flit open as he heard (felt, really) Hannah sigh through her nostrils, and saw her reach her free hand up to grope at her chest, shivering at the sight and just watching for a few moments. The corgi groaned and gave his prick a squeeze, though, and he realized he'd been so distracted with the girl's bust that he'd been neglecting her pussy, his fingers slowing down, not rubbing so hard. Closing his eyes and chastising himself, feeling like he had to bring his A game for this girl in particular, Walt redoubled his efforts, and he felt Hannah's body relaxing against him. A few minutes passed, and they'd adjusted their position, turning onto their sides and facing each other as they continued their dalliances. As he settled into this pose, Walter leaned forward a little too far for a moment and the tip of his cock brushed against Hannah's pelvis, about where the waistband of her panties would go if she were clothed; this reminder of their positioning suddenly put the mad desire in Walter's mind to grab hold of this soft, beautiful (no matter how she protested the use of the term) girl and bury himself in her, giving her the rutting he knew they both needed so very badly... But even though just the idea of it made him throb in her grip, the buck pushed the thought out of his mind immediately, not exactly being the 'rough and dominant' type, and suspecting Hannah wouldn't especially appreciate such treatment either... even if her body was crying out for it just as hard as his was. As if reading his mind, the corgi reassured him that she was loving what they were doing just the way it was. "Oh G-God, Walter, go back to the left a litt- yes! Th-that spot right there, rub it hard... oh Jesus, that feels g-good..." As Hannah whimpered, her inner walls clenching down on his fingers, the stag leaned in to kiss her again, only too happy to oblige.

Soon, they were both panting with need, the end in sight, holding onto each other as if for dear life while they relentlessly, mercilessly teased and stroked, each coaxing pleasure out of every nerve cluster in their lover's body. Hannah had lifted a leg and thrown it over Walter, either a symbol of canine possessiveness, or just increasing the space between her thighs to give that hand more room to work. For his part, Walter had arched his back, sticking his prick out as far from his body as he could for much the same reason, his erection involuntarily trembling, drooling a thin stream of pre onto Hannah's other hand, which she'd placed in the line of fire to protect the sheets on her bed. The corgi was the first one to break off the kiss, and Walter was so consumed by pleasure that for a moment he didn't understand why his tongue felt so much colder, opening his eyes just in time to make eye contact as the girl whimpered, ears lowered either in embarrassment or reverence, it was hard for the cervine lad to read canine body language sometimes. "Oh fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck..." she gasped, eloquently, "W-Walter, I'm soooo close... P-please, get me off, make me come, I'm dying here..." Seeing Hannah Starling begging him for pleasure in such a shameless way was so hot that Walter nearly came himself right then and there. Finding himself speechless, he just groaned and nodded energetically, twisting his hand so that he could plunge his fingers deep into her while squeezing her engorged clitoris with his thumb and forefinger, stroking it up and down like a miniature hard-on. Tensing up in response, Hannah buried her muzzle in Walter's shoulder, so as not to fill the house with the sound of her cries as his nimble fingers brought her the orgasm she deserved so much. The corgi let out a long, muffled moan as her vagina clenched down hard on those intruding fingers, her clitoris throbbing hard in time with her pleasure even as Walter continued to stroke it, a gush of her juices flowing out of her cleft and onto her lower leg, dripping from her fur onto the sheets. Pressed against her like this, Walter shared in the experience, feeling her muscles tensing up as the pleasure flowed through her, and was startled into a climax of his own, barely managing to gasp a warning into her ear - "I'm coming!" - before surrendering to the pleasure, clenching his jaw as hard as he could to keep his own groans quiet, grunting in perfect time with the throbbing of his cock as he pulsed and spasmed in Hannah's grip, spurting thick, gooey jets of hot, sticky semen onto the dog's free hand; he had no toes to curl up in the midst of his pleasure, but his legs were twitching like he'd been electrified as he came and came and came, holding on tight to the woman in his arms, the newly-minted pair of lovers communing in their shared orgasm.

When they had no more pleasure to give, when their hands finally fell away from each other, the unlikely lovers rolled over onto their backs, sighing simultaneously. "...Wow," Hannah said after a few moments, "It's been too long since I came that hard. Mmmmm... I needed that." Walter couldn't help but grin as he looked over at her. "Well, it wasn't exactly a chore, you know," he teased, "I had a pretty good time myself." When Hannah captured his gaze with her own, the friends just stared at each other for a while. Walt broke the silence first, his voice rather more serious in tone. "Did that really just happen?" he whispered, a confusing jumble of feelings rising up inside him. "Did we just masturbate each other while making out?" Hannah replied, deadpan, "Or did a heavenly choir sing 'Hallelujah' when we came? Because I'm pretty sure that second one was just in my head, but the first one was definitely real." He couldn't help but snicker at that one, despite the solemnity of the emotions in his heart. "Okay, but where did this come from?" he asked, persisting in trying to figure things out, "We - we never felt like this before, and then, all of a sudden...?" Hannah reached out and placed a single finger over his lips. "Shhhh," she whispered, soothingly, "Relax, Walt, you're overthinking things again. How do you feel?" He frowned slightly, eyes turning slightly to the left and focusing on nothing in particular as he turned his attention inwards. "How do I feel?" he repeated, as though the question made no sense, "I feel..." He let himself trail off, and Hannah didn't speak up, as he ignored the obvious response that he didn't know, that he was confused, and really just sat there thinking about it for the first time since Hannah had flashed her chest at him. "I feel..." he finally spoke up, "...Good. Like this - like us - is right. M-maybe this is where our friendship has naturally gone, like a culmination... or maybe this has been there all this time, beneath the surface... I don't know. All -" His voice caught slightly and he hesitated, until he looked back into the corgi's eyes and saw the hope there that he now recognized in himself. "...All I know," he continued, "is that I want to see if this is something real, I don't want to just forget this and move on. I - I wanna be with you, Hannah." Reaching up with a grin, the dog placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned in. "I was hoping you would say that," she whispered, just before their lips made contact again.

This kiss was short and sweet, and Hannah sat up when it was through. "Where you going?" Walt asked, leaning up on his elbows to watch her. "Nowhere in particular, it's just... I want to keep going, but before we do that..." she lifted her other hand, and the stag realized it was still covered in come. "Oh, shit, sorry about that," he muttered, "let me get, like, a towel or an old sock or something..." He trailed off as Hannah snorted in amusement and then brought her hand up to her muzzle, taking a curious sniff of the substance that coated her palm before she began to lap it up, her wide, flat tongue soon cleaning her hand off entirely. When she glanced back over her shoulder at him, she apparently read something in his expression, because she giggled and shrugged. "What? You got a taste of me earlier, fair's fair!" Reminded, Walt chuckled with her, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he raised his own hand to his lips and began to lick her residual juices off of it. "True. I bet I'm not half as tasty as you, though," he said, winking. "Mmmm, someone wants to go for round two..." Hannah observed, her own expression making it clear she liked this idea. When their hands were clean, the lovers embraced and began to kiss again, arms around each other's shoulders. They rolled over so that Hannah was on the bottom, the deer's wiry frame draped on top of her comfortably. When they broke it off, Hannah grinned and licked Walter's cheek playfully, a very canine gesture that made Walt cringe inwardly a little, though he resignedly vowed to get used to it, Hannah being more important to him now than ever. "I can't get over how soft your lips are," she said, nuzzling against him, "Is that a deer thing?" "Maybe," he shrugged, "maybe I'm just addicted to chapstick." She laughed at that and leaned in to kiss him again, boldly reaching down to take hold of his flaccid penis, kneading and massaging it as he groaned into their embrace, leaking a little pre partly from her touch, partly from the realization that she was just as eager as he was to proceed to the next stage.

A few minutes passed, full of kisses and caresses, tender whispers and excited giggles, and things were clearly ready; Walter was proudly stiff in Hannah's loose embrace, and her slit was drooling onto his fingers as he toyed with her folds again. "Oh Hannah," he breathed, breaking off the kiss, "I need you so bad... I can't wait to have you..." She nodded, and this close he could hear her swallow anxiously. "I want you too, baby," she said, making the term sound a lot more natural than he had, "D-did you bring a condom?" Walter had been kissing her neck, but now he paused, his whole body tensing up as his eyes snapped open. After a moment, he sighed, sagging down against her in defeat. "For my trip to the mall with my at-the-time totally platonic friend?" he asked, sitting up, "No, can't say I thought to bring one." Hannah looked up at him with Sad Puppy Eyes like he'd just cancelled her birthday. "What?! Awww, crap, and I'd gotten so worked up, too..." she muttered. Walt sighed again and glanced over to his boxers on the floor. "So you wanna get some at the store and come back, or put it off until tonight, or..." There came a noise, the scratching of wood against wood, and Walt looked back to see the corgi opening a drawer on her bedside table. "How about plan B?" she asked, fishing around inside it, "We do it right now, without a condom, and we don't have to worry about you knocking me up with deer-puppies." Frowning at that, Walter crossed his arms. "You got a magic wand stashed in there, girl?" he asked, "Cause I'm pretty sure that's the only way -" "Found it!" she interrupted, sitting up straight and triumphantly holding up - a tube of K-Y jelly. "So," she continued, "You figured it out yet, or do I have to get explicit?" He raised his eyebrows, not understanding how that would help, as she was already plenty lubricated, and it wasn't... "...Oh. Oh! You - you want me to - under your t-tail?" he stammered, eyes wide. She giggled and nodded. "Mmm-hmm. I mean, I've never done it before, but - but you're special, Walt, and I really want to be with you..." she whispered, blushing, "What better way to make our first time together memorable than making it something new, right? Besides, if you were worried about your cock being too skinny, trust me, it's a lot tighter in there!" The cervine swallowed, processing this, his dick still stubbornly hard, perhaps influencing his thinking a little. "I - I've never done it either..." he commented, finally coming to a decision. "Alright, what the hell. You're special to me too, Hannah. Let's give this a try."

Soon, Walter was rubbing the lube into the skin of his cock, getting himself nice and slippery, feeling a little nervous about this new experience, while Hannah worked some into her own back door, understandably feeling rather more nervous about it, as she was the one who was putting her butt on the line. "Sooo... is there any particular position you'd like to try?" Walt asked, "It's up to you." Blushing, the corgi shrugged. "N-no, I don't - wait! Um, I know it's a cliché, but how about doggy-style?" As Walter bit his tongue in order to keep from grinning in amusement, Hannah smiled self-consciously. "What can I say, it's, you know, familiar and reassuring." With that, and one more look into the deer's eyes, Hannah turned around and got down on all fours, her little stub of a tail twitching back and forth with excitement. Heart beating like a jackhammer, Walter approached from behind, leaning in close and lining his slick, rigid prick up with his best friend's rear, both of them inhaling sharply as the head of his manhood nudged against her anus. "Okay, Hannah, you ready?" he asked, quietly. "Oh, God yes..." she replied, instantly. With that, the stag placed a hand on his lover's thigh and pressed his hips forward, the lube easing his passage as his erection parted the taut ring of muscle and slid into the corgi's rump. It wasn't until he was fully hilted in her backside that the cervine let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, shivering at the sensation of her inner walls gripping at him; it was, indeed, a hell of a lot tighter than any of the times he'd been with a girl 'the old-fashioned way'. "I... I kinda thought it would hurt more..." Hannah breathed, barely audible. "So, you okay?" Walter asked, uncertainly. "Oh yes, it's kinda weird, but I'm fine..." she said, "You should get started."

With the word given, Walt pulled back, shuddering at the feeling of her walls sliding along his cock, and then pushed back in, still astounded by how wonderfully tight it was, so much so that he had a little bit of trouble getting a smooth rhythm started. But as he thrust home again and again, as Hannah began to sigh with pleasure, he got more and more of a feel for what he was doing, and soon, he was able to keep his hips moving without actively thinking about it, driving into the corgi's rear until his balls brushed her buttocks and then pulling out until just the tip of his erection remained inside, before doing it all over again. With his rhythm worked out, Walter bent over forward, pressing his chest against his lover's back. "Ohhh, Hannah..." he sighed, happily, "This is great..." With a groan, the canine pressed back against his next thrust. "I knoooow," she moaned, "I - I had no idea, uh, butt love could feel so good!" With a contented sigh, the stag kissed her on the back of the neck, reaching his arms around her body to take her dangling breasts into his hands. They felt heavy and soft and warm, and as he squeezed and caressed them, he was once again struck by how very right all of this felt. As he continued thrusting into his new lover's rear, he leaned in close to her ear. "Uh, Hannah, let me know if I'm out to lunch, but I - I heard that dogs like it if you..." trailing off, the buck somewhat uncertainly opened his mouth and bit down gently on the scruff of the girl's neck. Hannah gasped out loud and began giggling. "Ooh! Oh, shit, yes, Walter, that's good," she said, pushing back against his thrusts again, "j-just not too hard, okay?" He made a noise that he hoped sounded affirmative, but as his mouth was busy lightly gnawing on her shoulder, he didn't otherwise answer.

Soon, their lovemaking had really started to get energetic, Hannah actively pushing back against every one of Walter's thrusts, allowing him to really drive himself home, and he'd slipped one of his hands down from her chest to her dripping, neglected slit, which he began fingering with gusto, focusing a little more on her clitoris than he had been when hands were the only thing they were using. With every thrust, every time he felt Hannah's inner walls spread and make room for him, every time their flesh slapped together with such a pleasingly muffled slap, Walter was enjoying this more and more, catching himself wondering if he'd be able to persuade Hannah to make this a regular thing, letting out a quiet laugh as he reminded himself that he and Hannah had yet to get together in the normal way, and that he still hadn't been able to convince himself that this was really happening, that they were going to be a regular 'thing'. As he felt her backside clench down on his shaft, coinciding with a teasing stroke across her stubby, throbbing clit, he let such concerns flit away and focused entirely on the gorgeous woman in his arms (no matter what she said) and the glorious pleasures they were sharing.

As they continued their energetic coupling, Hannah began to whimper and yelp with pleasure each time the stag slammed home, to the point where Walter looked over his shoulder towards the door, slightly paranoid that he might find there the entire Starling family watching the couple make love with shocked and horrified expressions on their faces. All he saw was the door, though, firmly closed and securely locked, so he turned back to his corgi and nuzzled against her from behind, though he did make a point of addressing his lingering doubts. "Hey, Hannah - nnnf - m-maybe you could lean into a pillow or something?" he asked, softly, "K-kinda worried someone might hear us." Despite her situation, the dog managed to chuckle. "Alright, fine..." she panted, "You're j-just lucky that... that corgis don't howl when we come. Unless you'd like me to start?" He cut off her giggling by biting her shoulder again, and after the initial gasping reaction, she looked back at him with warmth in her eyes. "Mmmm, for a deer, you're pretty good at that," she said, "Though I - I'm a bit more impressed with... Oh, Walter..." she trailed off, biting her lip. "With the other thing I'm doing?" he teased, chuckling as she nodded enthusiastically. Encouraged, he pushed home a little harder than usual, and gave one of her breasts a squeeze.

With Hannah's tight rear working itself along the stag's prick, and Walter's nimble, delicate fingers teasing her dripping channel and pulsing clit without mercy, it didn't take long before both lovers were trembling against each other, getting closer and closer to the point of no return. Facing facts as he buried himself to the balls yet again, the buck groaned and kissed Hannah on the cheek before delivering his warning. "H-Hannah... I'm - I'm gonna come..." he whimpered, already beginning to fight the pleasure, "Oh God... d-do you want me to - to pull out?" Lifting a hand from the bed, the corgi pressed it against one of Walter's, pinning it against her breast. "No way..." she whispered back, voice trembling, "Give it to me, Walt! I wanna s-see if I can feel it!" Shuddering against her, Walter moaned. If she wanted him to give it to her, he would really give it to her! Driving himself home with all the energy he could muster, Walter panted and groaned, his breath coming in fast and hard as he hurtled towards the edge. "Fuuuck..." the stag moaned, "Oh God... oh God, here it c-comes..." Hilting himself one last time in the corgi's backside, Walter tensed up and gasped as his orgasm burst from within him. Borrowing a technique from his lover, Walter buried his face against Hannah's fur to muffle his moans as his prick began to throb, emptying his balls into the corgi's rump, painting her bowels with spurt after thick, gooey spurt of wet, sticky cervine seed. Whether it was from the enthusiastic fingering she was receiving or from the sensation of Walt ejaculating under her tail, Hannah frantically grabbed for a pillow, belatedly taking the stag's advice and pressing it against her muzzle as her own climax caught her by surprise. Her ears lowered as she let out a muffled moan, so hard and long that Walter suspected she really might have taken up howling, as her channels clenched down hard on his prick and his fingers, juices spilling over his hand, her entire body trembling in his embrace. Walter held on as if for dear life, every thought in his head drowned out by the pleasure he was experiencing. Every thought except one: The need to hold on to the soft, warm, incredibly personable woman in his arms and never let her go.

Walter would have been happy staying in that moment forever, but soon enough, the tired morphics were completely, utterly spent, and to give Hannah's hands and knees a rest, Walt pushed himself up and then, somewhat reluctantly, pulled back a little, his slowly deflating penis slipping out of the corgi's rump. Then, as he lay down, Hannah let herself flop down to the mattress, and turned on her side to face him. Without a word, the two lovers (now in every sense of the word) took each other into their arms and kissed, sharing this tender moment of afterglow. When they finally broke it off, they just held each other's gaze for a few moments. Walter reached up to brush a lock of hair out of Hannah's eyes, and she nuzzled against his hand and spoke up. "...So I guess we're really, you know, an item now," she whispered. Walter shook his head, and couldn't miss the sharp way she inhaled, looking a little dismayed. "Not quite yet," he said, clearing his throat, "Hannah? Do you... wanna go out with me tomorrow? We can go have dinner, see a movie; that sound good to you?" Looking decidedly relieved the corgi nodded and giggled. "That sounds great, Walt." Now the stag nodded along with her, winking as he smirked. "Okay. Now we're an item," he said, playfully, "Ah, feels good to have a girlfriend again." Hannah reached over and placed a single finger on her new boyfriend's lips. "Just do me one favour, loverboy," she said, "Please no 'you're my bitch' jokes, they're always so awkward coming from non-canines..." Walter snickered and licked the side of her muzzle. "As long as you don't make too many 'horny' jokes when the antlers start growing back in, you've got a deal."

They said nothing for a few moments, just held each other close and enjoyed the warmth, before curiosity finally got the better of the deer. "...So, Hannah," Walter asked, "Were you really that comfortable flashing your boobs to a gay guy, or was I a special gay guy in your mind?" She giggled again and blushed. Walt couldn't help but think it looked good on her. "Okay, so, uh, maybe I'd been kind of hoping you were bi..." she said, trailing off as they both began laughing together. There came a buzzing noise, and Hannah reluctantly broke their embrace to retrieve her cell phone from her discarded pants, checking the texts. "...Hmmm. Mom's asking if you're staying for dinner. It's sloppy joes tonight," she said, matter-of-factly, "Heh, she still can't remember if you're a vegetarian or not. Deer thing, you know." He grinned at that and nodded. "Yeah, that sounds delicious, sure thing... we'll go downstairs for sloppy joes, and then come back up here for sloppy seconds," he said, smiling as she cringed at the sheer awfulness of his joke, "Assuming we can get cleaned up in time, that is." As he slipped his hooves down to the floor and retrieved his boxers, pointedly pretending not to be aware of Hannah retrieving some Kleenex and getting herself cleaned up after insisting that the stag not pull out, Walter couldn't even remember why he'd been so grumpy that day. "Hey, um, Walter?" came a small voice from behind him. As he tugged his underwear into place, he turned to see her looking up at him with a shy smile, which he found curious, as he figured there weren't many secrets left between them. "Yeah?" he asked, trying to remember what happened to his shirt. "I know it's a bit late in the day, but... will you be my Valentine?" Hannah asked, softly. The stag paused in retrieving his jeans, letting the pants fall back down to the floor. The slender deer walked over to the bed, getting down on one knee and taking the corgi's hand in his own. "Absolutely," he whispered, "I... I think I love you, Hannah. Maybe have for years." He leaned in to kiss her again, but she pulled her head back with a giggle. "Mmmm, I love you too, Walt... what do you know?" she said, "Maybe today isn't so bad after all."

Soon, the door to Hannah's bedroom opened, and out came Hannah herself, a blushing Walter - and a cold draft, as though someone had opened a window to cool the room down, or perhaps vent some incriminating pheromones from the air. The deer and the dog were laughing together, talking about TV shows they'd seen lately, and plans they had for this upcoming weekend (though on this particular conversation, none of those plans seemed to involve anyone else). They seemed, on the surface, exactly the same as they had acted together for years, the best of friends, through and through. It was only if one looked closer and noticed they were furtively holding hands behind their backs as they descended the stairs towards the smell of well-cooked hamburger that one might realize that the love of best friends had blossomed into something more, somewhere along the way. For who better to entrust with your heart than someone you already entrusted with your friendship? Someone who supported you, gave you encouragement, helped you bounce back when times were hard...

Someone you loved who was always there when you needed them to be, to give you their love right back, and who would stay with you, through thick and thin.