{"sf1_id":712334,"sf2_id":null,"title":"No Money, But Two Bucks to Spend","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":3118,"posted_at":"2014-06-01T15:43:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Bestiality","Buck","Deer","Human","M/M","Stag","woods"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/712334-no-money-but-two-bucks-to-spend","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/712334","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=712334\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#7 of Miscellany\n\nAnother one I cranked out to compliment tthe other deer story. Kind of the flip side, you might say. Title is a little lame, but I couldn't come up with a catchy one on short notice.","content":"                You\nknow, my job has taken me to quite a few places and allowed me to experience\nsome pretty interesting things. Some of them have been quite memorable. A few\nhave been close to unbelievable. One or two I have never discussed with a\nsingle soul. This story is about one of those unmentionables.                My name\nis Alan. I work for the forestry service studying vectored diseases. What's\nthat? It's the study of how disease is spread by things like ticks and insects.\nI study not only pathogens that affect animals, but also plant illnesses, like\nDutch Elm Disease. I know it sounds boring, but it's really not.                So\nanyway, I was in a wildlife preserve run by the state, and not too far from my\nhouse, looking into an occurrence of... oh never mind. I'm sure you really don't\ncare. Needless to say I was looking into an outbreak of a particular disease.\nIt wasn't unusual for me to travel alone, and this was no exception. I carried\na firearm, but it that was mostly following regulations. I wasn't big into\nkilling.                I hiked\nfor several miles off the standard trails, using my GPS to guide me. I was\nfamiliar with these woods, but you can never be too careful. After about two\nhours, and several stops to examine the area I was in, I heard a noise. I\nwasn't alarmed exactly, but I did put on my guard. It was approaching the end\nof September and that meant several things. In this case, the noise sounded\nlike a snort from a deer. Bucks were probably getting into rut and that could\nmean trouble.                I pulled\nthe gun out of its holster but kept the safety on. I didn't need to be shooting\nat things that didn't deserve to die. I jumped up on a fallen tree and scanned\nthe surrounding woods. The noise repeated itself. I looked in that direction\nand couldn't see anything at first. Then I saw some movement at ground level. I\nwalked along the trunk until I was in a better position to see. I nearly\nlaughed when I did.                Two\nbucks had gotten themselves into a competition to see who was the better male.\nHead butting was the most common form of contest between them, but it was known\nto be fatal in several odd manners. These two had managed to force their\nantlers together in such a way that they were now locked together. And I mean\ngood and tight.                The\nproper thing for me to have done was to walk away. I know it sounds cruel, but\nit was sort of a Darwinian thing. If these two were so stupid as to get their\nantlers locked, they deserved t die. But I just wasn't that heartless. The\nproblem was, what could I do? As it was, they both smelled me and freaked. They\nstood; lungs heaving, eyes wild with fear as I approached. However, there was\nno team effort and all they did was pull against each other.                I\ncarefully walked around them. They were both fairly young males. They both had nice\nracks, though one of them had lost a tip in their fight. The bigger one was\njerking his head from side to side, trying to get loose. The younger one was\nstanding on wobbly legs and finally collapsed back to the ground, nearly taking\nhis comrade with him.                The\nbigger buck was getting very anxious, not surprising since technically I was a\npredator. I was wondering how long they had been this way when I noticed his\npenis as it slid out. I assumed it was a stress reaction or some sort, but for\nsome reason seeing it made me a bit horny.                 I\nproblem was, there was nothing I could do about it. Then I backtracked my\nthought processes. Maybe there was. I dropped my backpack and equipment on the\nground and jumped back up on the fallen tree. Sure enough, I found what I was\nlooking for. I returned to my pack and extracted a hatchet. I walked a few\nhundred feet to a large tree. I carefully cut out a portion of bark and peeled\nit off the inner wood.                I walked\nback and set the bark down on the ground, making sure to keep the inside\nportion facing upwards. I took off my jacket and unbuttoned my shirt. I would\nhave completely undressed, but it was a bit chilly and I figured my boots were\na necessity.                 I picked\nup the bark and scraped the inside, where it was wet and glistening. I don't\nknow why I bothered, but I told the buck what it was.                 \"This\nhere is Slippery Elm bark. There isn't anything much slicker you'll find in\nthese woods except for slime mold.  The\nearly pioneers used to gather it and ship it back east. It had a lot of uses,\nbut mostly in medicine. This isn't going to cure what ails ya, but I promise\nyou both I'll get you both separated when I'm done.\"                I\nrubbed some on his asshole. His tail kept flipping down, and I swore under my\nbreath. \"Look you stupid animal; either you cooperate or I leave you to die.\nI'd say your choice has already been made for you. I'm the only one who can\nchange that for you.\"                He\nstill struggled, but he was weakening. I could have gone after the other one,\nbut he was already on the ground. I have a feeling that would have been more\ndifficult. I lubed up my cock, wiped my hand on my pants and grabbed him by the\ntail. I slipped off like greased lightning.                I had a\nfeeling that would be the case. I took off my shirt and snapped it underneath\nhis belly, grabbing the sleeve as it came back up the other side. I locked the\nmaterial in my fingers and pulled him backwards a few inches. I then awkwardly\nworked my penis under his tail until I felt soft tissue. With an upward stab I\npushed into his ass.                         He let\nout a cry; sort of a hoarse grunt and tried to get away. If he hadn't been\nlocked with another buck, I would never have been able to restrain him. As it\nwas, he was going nowhere. I pushed in hard, throwing him off balance. He fell\nforward on his front legs, pulled down by the weight of the other male.                This\ngave me a moment to get his tail out of the way. Once that was done, I pushed\nin all the way, making him grunt and bellow. Now I wasn't equipped like he was\nwhen it came to length, but I was sizably thicker. He knew it when I was shoved\nup deep in his ass. I could feel his hind quarters quiver as I forced myself\nall the way in.                 Now at\nthis moment, you're thinking to yourself, why would a wildlife person such as\nmyself do such a thing? The answer is complicated, but it's a bit like\nthis.  I like animals, more so perhaps\nthan I like people. As the dominant species on this planet, we do a lot of\ncollateral damage by our mere existence here. I have never hunted in my life,\nand while I'm not a vegan or vegetarian, I do my best to eat food that is\nsustainable.  I'm sort of a live and let\nlive kind of guy, but I figured there was little harm to come from my dalliance.                Therefore,\nhaving a little fun like this was acceptable to me. If you think of all the\nanimals that get hit on the road and are left in pain for hours until they die,\nthen you'll come around to my way of thinking. I get a little something I want\nand in return these two boys would get to live on a little longer to propagate\ntheir species. Sure I could have separated them without doing this, but then\nagain, I could have just let them die. If you don't like it, take your moral\nhigh ground and leave.                The big\nbuck quit struggling, perhaps aware that it hardly mattered what he did. On the\nother hand, maybe he liked it. I know I did. I never considered myself of one\nsexual orientation or another, so I hardly thought of what I was doing as gay.\nBestiality? Well that much was obvious. I figured once you went with animals,\nthe other concepts were pretty much moot.                I got a\ngood grip on his thighs and went to work. He tried to move on occasion, but the\nother male was lying exhausted on the ground. I'd say the one I was presently pounding\nwas about two hundred and twenty pounds while his smaller rival was around one\nhundred and seventy. Trust me, if you have that much dead weight hanging on\nyour antlers, you're not in the position to move.                I got\ninto a groove, were I would pull back until my cock was just out, and then I\nwould push back in with a firm shove. His tail kept getting in the way, but as\nI was enjoying the feeling, I did my best to ignore it. His grunts as I pushed\nin were little auditory enticements to keep going.  I had the audacity to wonder what the other\nbuck was thinking. He had to be wondering what was up, with his larger\ncompanion wiggling and grunting.                I\nplowed on for a few minutes, aware that I wasn't going to last long. I hadn't\ntopped off the tank in a while, so a hole this tight was rubbing me in all the\nright ways.  Sure enough, with a burst of\nenergy, I slammed it home until I was filling his narrow confines with cum.                I\nleaned against his butt for a few minutes while I caught my breath. I finally\npulled out and pulled up my pants. I wasn't too worried about cleaning up. By\nthe time I got home after a day in the woods I was often covered in mud and\ndirt. Today, it was going to just be a different kind.                Once I\nwas done, the big buck fell over to the ground. If he stayed there, he was\ngoing to make the next part easier. I got out my folding camping saw and went\nto work on their antlers. I had to cut three sections off before I managed to\nget them loose. The big guy struggled to his feet and stood there swaying for a\nmoment. Then he hobbled off into the deeper sections of the forest. I watched\nhim go, wondering if he would still have an interest in does after this.                 The\nother one was still lying on the forest floor. Being the smaller of the two,\nhis ordeal had taken more out of him. He looked up at me, wondering if I was\ngoing to act the predator and take his life. I don't think he had enough sense\nto understand that he was free.  I had\nseveral water bottles with me so I opened one and forced it between his lips.\nOnce he figured out what it was, he eagerly lapped it up.                 I\nsuppose they had been here long enough to get dehydrated. I figured that once\nhe had his strength back he would get up and go. Not leaving his recovery to\nchance, I decided to stay with him. I searched around for an open area and\nfound some tall grass and pulled it up. \nI carried it back and dropped it in front of his nose. He didn't react\nright away, but after a few minutes he sat up and began to chew it.                I sat\ndown and watched him. I assumed that once he had the strength to stand we would\npart ways. I walked around the area, doing a bit of survey work so I could\nclaim I was doing something productive out here. Every time I came back he was\nstill there. He no longer seemed spooked by me, which I had no idea how to\ntake. The only animals that didn't show fear were either pets or the dying. He\nwas neither.                 I sat\nnext to him and rubbed the spot between his antlers. He lifted his head and\nlicked my hand. Not what I expected, but then, there is no way of telling how\nanimals are going to react.  I figured if\nhe was going to be docile, I would do a precursory examination on him. He\nseemed healthy enough, though his weight was probably down some. He had a few lingering\nticks stuck to his ears, but they numbered only half a dozen.                His\nhooves were in good condition, and his antlers were crowned with six points. A\nfew were now missing thanks to me. It hardly mattered in the long run. In a few\nmonths he would lose them anyway. I patted his haunches and lifted his tail. He\ndidn't flinch. I rubbed his ball sack, feeling two tightly packed testicles\ninside. He didn't move a muscle. I ran my finger to his ass and rubbed it. Still,\nhe remained motionless. I wasn't given to thinking more into something than it\ndeserved, but I was left wondering if he was waiting to give payment for his\nlife.                I\nfigured he could leave whenever he wanted, so I dropped my pants and scraped up\nsome more of the slick sappy fluid from the bark. I had to get him to a setting\nposition at least before I was going to be able to do anything with him. It\ntook a few tries to get him where I wanted him. From there it was simply\nignoring the twigs digging into my knees.                I\nlifted his tail and rubbed my fingers across his ass, working in a few just for\ngood measure. I could feel him tighten up around them, but he still didn't\nmove. I was more than ready despite the short interval and push myself against\nhis hole and shoved. It was a bit tighter than his rivals had been. My position\non the ground was more stable, but hardly more conducive.  In retrospective, I should have flipped him\nover on his back and done him that way. It might have been interesting getting\nhis cock to come out. I could have stroked him off.                As it\nwas, my present position was suitable for an extend play time. Having already\nblown a load, I was content to rock back and forth and simply enjoy the feel of\nhis insides. I kept waiting for that moment when he had enough and struggled to\nhis hooves. I'll tell you right now it never happened. I plugged that buck for\nthe next thirty minutes. It was a good thing I was enjoying myself, because\nwhen I was done, my knees were dented from sticks and small stones and black\nwith dark humus.                I\nfinally came in a flurry of slamming movements that launched my weight into his\nwith considerable impact. It was funny; I had closed my eyes and was imagining\nhim as a doe. Having already fucked a stag, I couldn't help wondering what a\nfemale would be like. It was what I was fantasizing about when I dumped my load\ndeep inside his ass.                I sat\nthere panting like a runner after a marathon. I was loathe to move, so I stayed\npressed up tightly against his butt. I could feel his body reacting now that I\nwasn't moving. He felt so enticingly wonderful I thought about try to get him\nhome. I live in the country not too far away as the crow flies. My vehicle however,\nwas hardly equipped for hauling a deer around. I patted his hip and talked him for\na bit. I finally sighed and pulled out. I laughed when I noticed his tail was\nstill standing tall. His ass was slowly closing with little starts and stops,\njust like he was inviting me for seconds. The problems was, his firsts had been\nmy seconds. He was going to have to go find a girl and carry on the traditional\nway. I stood, finished getting dressed\nand walked in front of him. I grabbed his now mangled antlers and pulled him\nup. His feet found purchase on the ground and he rose on four wobbly legs. He\nwas motionless for a moment before trying to walk forward. He was saved from\ncrashing into the ground by a small sapling. He leaned against it for a moment,\nall the while watching me.I came over and rubbed his head\nagain. He seemed to enjoy it, but the fact was I need to be heading back to the\ncar. I rubbed his neck, patted his sides and walked away. I got to the car a\nwhile later, threw my stuff in the trunk and drove off. I likely had a big\nsmile on my face the entire short ride home.So; you probably think this is the\nend of the story. Not really, but I can let you think that if you like. But the\nfact was I happened to know a fellow who raised deer.  And I mean all kinds of deer, from White\nTails to Elk. That being said even that was hardly going to be the end of this\nstory.You see, I was sitting outside that\nfollowing weekend. My house is situated along side a woods, with my backyard\nbeing mostly trees and bushes. I was sitting on the back porch when I spotted a\nbrown shape coming towards the house. It was a stag, though a slightly rough\nlooking specimen. I figured he didn't see me up on the porch. He seemed to be\nsearching for something, and since I hadn't spotted a female in this area\nlately, I knew he was out of luck. It was when he got closer that I nearly spit\nout my beer.He had a ratty looking set of\nantlers alright. It was my buddy from a couple of days before! I found it\nhighly improbable that he had somehow managed to follow me, but here he was! I\nstood up. His head jerked in my direction. I could sense he was sizing me up.\nThen, with a purposeful step, he walked right up to the edge of the porch. I\nreached out a scratched his head. He nuzzled my hand. It looked like I had made\na new friend! It looked like things weren't going to be boring around here\nanymore."}