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Lacrosse Lovers

Chapter One

(c) Cederwyn Whitefurr

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January, 2015

Chloe sprawled on his bed, still dressed in the uniform and leggings of his Lacrosse uniform, as he stretched languidly and reached down with his right paw to rub at his aching left calf. As a young Whitetail Stag, Chloe was unusually slender for his species; being distinctly effeminate and slight of build. Rising from his bed, Chloe's dark, soulful brown eyes glanced across the room towards where his fellow college room slept - of course, the bed was empty, but the unmistakable scent of the equine remained and Chloe breathed deep of the strong, masculine scent, a smile curling the edges of his lips as he shivered from the tip of his black tipped ears down to his dark, cloven hooves. With a distinctly girlish giggle that made him blush, Chloe crossed his paws over his slender belly and began peeling off the Lacrosse uniform. He loved the game, the players who shared his enthusiasm and above all - with hard work and dedication, he and his fellow team mates had trained long and hard to earn their rankings on the leader-board - only three wins away from taking the coveted pennant for the season - a thought that brought Chloe much pleasure.

His cloven hooves clicking against the hard timber flooring, Chloe glanced out the window of the dormitory, the view revealing a large grassy expanse of the college quad - the ancient oak with its beautiful shade where he could see friends and acquaintances sitting and discussing lectures, their hopes and dreams, and as Chloe knew - more than a few were discussing more - intimate - things, pleasures Chloe himself was not shy in partaking of. Another giggle escaped Chloe as he finally peeled off the fur-hugging Lacrosse upper uniform and draped it over a nearby hard backed chair. Turning away from the window, he admired himself in the mirror, pleased at the reflection that gazed back at him. For Chloe stood five feet four inches tall, fur from the underside of the throat down his chest and belly was a luxuriantly soft white - which disappeared beneath the tightly fitting lower leggings of the Lacrosse uniform, ending in black, well polished cloven hooves. As Chloe turned sideways, it revealed the deep, rich woodland brown of his back, and Chloe smiled to himself, admiring his reflection as he delicately ran the slender hooflets down his sides, watching the slender musculature beneath the fur ripple and twitch.

"I may be many things," Chloe whispered to himself, his voice as delicate as a few drop on a flower just before dawn. "Yet I know I'm still good looking..."

Sliding his brown gloved paws down his flanks, Chloe slipped them into the tight waistband and began to delicately wriggle his hips from side to side as he began sliding the leggings down his thin calves. With a grunt, he finally got them down his cloven hooves then he sighed and sat down on the bed, and gripping the waistline of the tightly fitting leggings, finally peeled them off. Now, as naked as the day he'd been fawned, Chloe placed his paws behind him, palms down on the bed and stretched languidly, the crackle down his spine making him wince then he giggled again and bent over to pick up the discarded leggings and once again, drape those over another chair back. Casting his brown gaze over the pile of textbooks and associated college life paraphernalia, Chloe sighed and wondered if he was ever going to pass his exams - there just wasn't enough time in the day for study, lectures and revision of his lessons - not to mention the exhausting and often quite physical practice sessions he and his Lacrosse squad went through each day. Idly, he turned his mind towards more pleasant things, and once again gazing back at the mirror on the wall which reflected his lithe, athletic image back at him, Chloe grinned and flopped back onto his rumpled bed. Stretching himself out he felt muscles quiver and tremble - a sign he had slightly overworked him at Lacrosse - but with exertion come the satisfaction that if he kept at it, they really did have a chance at winning the Pennant, and that meant almost as much to him as anything.

Thoughts turned inwards in his mind, as his black hooflets scratched randomly across his belly and almost of their own volition, they brushed lightly down the pale fur of his lower belly and walked their way inwards towards the furred sheath. Chloe snorted and twitched, before blushing again and snatching his fingertips away from where they wished to roam - there was time enough for that afterwards - besides - his room mate wouldn't want Chloe to start the party early - especially without him, although Chloe knew from experience - a Cervine's recuperative powers were almost unrivalled - especially this close to the ancestral season for the rutting. Chloe enjoyed the changes the seasons brought, although when he shed his antlers it made him miserable and he felt less like a Stag, as unbeknownst to many others - when a Stag shed his yearly antlers, his testosterone levels dropped remarkably and amongst the feral deer - this wasn't so much a problem - but amongst the more evolved and intelligent Anthropomorphic Stag's, it brought with it depression, misery and frustration. Chloe shook his head, his ears slapping gently from side to side, as he pushed away such unhappy thinking and laughed quietly, his voice echoing back off the walls of the small college dorm room he shared.

Again, his mind began to wander, and his black hooflets with it - sensuously sliding back down through the silken fur of his stomach, nails clicking across the abdomen muscles until brushing delicately up and down his finely furred sheath. Delicately, like a musician preparing a fine performance, Chloe's hooflets trailed from the tip of the sheath cautiously down - sensuously caressing and tickling as he squirmed helplessly on his bed, low gasps of breath quivering his lips as he savoured the tactile sensation. All sane, rational thought was soon washed away from Chloe's mind as he gave himself to the delights of self-pleasure. Quivering with pleasure, Chloe's fingers began to instinctively tighten around the sheath - the webbing between thumb and forefinger squeezing like a lovers caress at the firming penis - particular attention being paid to the slightly bulbous tip which was still firmly ensconced within the furred sheath.

Biting his lower lip, Chloe gasped and shivered, his eon's of instincts from his long distant feral relatives tried to rise and assert themselves, but Chloe had long fought such things and retained a slender grip on his own emotions and instincts - but the more he carefully stroked and caressed, the harder and harder it was becoming, to suppress a Stag's natural urges to lunge. Delicately, he continued his tentative caressing of his firming sheath, the breath catching deep in his throat as at first, only the pale, glistening tip of his penis eased forth from between his fingers. As the gossamer like webbing brushed over the top once again, Chloe gurgled and flinched, unable to suppress the pleasures his masturbation was bringing him - but once again, he exerted all his mental strength to repress the instincts.

"No..." Chloe moaned, his free hand's hooflets gouging and digging at the thin coverlet on his bed.

Despite his desires and mental commands, his body quickly began to overwhelm his self-control and more and more of the slender length slid from the firm sheath - pressing itself against Chloe's fingers and the palm of his hand. Even the slightest brush of his increasingly sticky fur on his hand against his penis made he writhe and cry out, his back beginning to tighten its muscles and the nine inch long tail frizzled beneath him - as it was ground down into the mattress. Quicker and quicker, Chloe's fingers loosened their grip, as his mind was swept with centuries of Cervine instinct - and his back suddenly arched up and off the mattress as he squeezed his eyes closed, tears trickling from the edges as he bit down on his lower lip and with three sharp, almost bone snapping lunges against his quivering fingers - the thick, hot strands spurted like a fountain. Chloe couldn't have controlled his orgasm even if he'd had wanted too - such was the bane of the Stag - as he could only grip the bedsheets and clench his fingers as another violent orgasm struck like a thunderbolt through his body. This time - it sent a pulsating burst of slick, steaming semen over his belly, up his chest and some of it even spattered over his muzzle and forehead before he collapsed against his bed and lay gasping and sweating, oblivious to the mess he had made - his nerve endings over-firing in erotic bliss and any semblance of control or even thought were washed away in the extacy he had brought to himself.

"Damn you..." Chloe gurgled, his eyes squeezed tight as he fought the shivering waves that washed over him like an uncaring sea. "You have better self control that this - "

Unmindful of his self-chastisement, Chloe's body merely continued to twitch and tremble. It was at that moment, overcome with the sensual arousal and post-masturbatory exstacy - his inflamed mind heard the door creak and his eyes snapped open like widowshades, head twisting like a rusted gate hinge as his dark eyes grew wider and wider - knowing he was powerless to move because his body would not obey him, Chloe was at his most vulnerable, and he knew it.

A large, six feet seven inch tall gold coloured blurr walked into the room, then it paused - one white furred paw on the door handle as Chloe gurgled and moaned helplessly, blinking away the tears from his eyes and trying to think up a possible excuse - when he heard a loud whuffle of inhaled breath, then the blonde furred figure stepped fully into the room, reaching behind it to close the door, then twist the doorlock.

"My, my my..." Come a snicker, then the blurr materialised itself into the form of Chloe's roommate, the large, imposing figure of Stephen.

"Stephen..." Chloe yelped, then shook his head violently, black tipped ears slapping from side to side, as he fought to focus his eyes.

With a whickering chuckle, the stallion marched over to the window, then stood with his back to the trembling Stag, his platinum coloured tail strapped up near the base, the rest dangling loosely to the floor.

"Just couldn't help yourself - " Stephen's voice come as a deep, masculine chuckle.

With a shivering paw, Chloe gestured towards the near wall - it's callendar marked with a lot of black X's over the next twenty days.

"Oh, please," Stephen grinned, looking over his right shoulder at the panting and sweating stag, before he turned around again, resting his large paws on his hips. "You're going to use the excuse of the rutting season again? Admit it - you've got a very active and healthy libidio...and you started the party early my love - "

Walking back across the room, Stephen chuckled to himself as he picked up a towel and flung it underhanded towards Chloe, who caught it in shivering fingers and ineffectually wiped away at the mess he'd created.

"You don't know what its - " Chloe began, then Stephen's gaze locked on the dark eyes of the Stag, the equine's eyebrows quirking as a smile spread across his lips.

"...don't know what it's like to have so many of my ancient feral instincts? You forget yourself my love, I too have them - I've just learned to supress them easier, now - come on - let's go get you cleaned up, can't go to dinner with you smelling like you've just been entertained by a herd of bachelor Stag's during the rutting season - "

Chloe closed his eyes and uttered a low, gasping giggle, before he gratefully accepted Stephen's outrstretched hands - his own easily engulphed by the larger ones of the stallion - who effortlessly pulled the still trembling young Whitetail to his hooves and held him until he regained his balance.

"You missed a bit - " Stephen grinned again, then took the towel from Chloe's nerveless fingers and delicately wiped away the sticky semen from Chloe's forehead. "Honestly - I have no idea how you get yourself into such a mess - "

"It's - " Chloe began, tilting his head up to gaze into the hazel eyes of the Palomino stallion.

"I know - " Stephen smiled, then delicately stroked his thick calloused thumb lightly across the black muzzle mark on Chloe's left cheek. "It's a Cervine thing - right? I know how you Buck's are - especially in rutt - you make love like a Japanese meal - small portions - but many servings..."

Chloe hung his head, his inner ears turning a brilliant crimson as he blushed deeply, and Stephen merely rolled his eyes, whiffled through his broad nostrils, then lifted the shy young Stag's head back up.

"Come on - I don't smell much better - I've been running laps of the course most of the day - and I'm quite - "

Chloe reached up and lovingly stroked his lover's chin, his eyes sparkling with mischief, before he leaned close and ran his cold, wet nose from Stephen's chest almost to his chin.

"I love the musky scent of a well worked Stallion - " Chloe murmured, one finger dancing like a ballerina across the hard muscled abdomen on Stephen, who gurgled and shuddered.

"There's a time and a - " Stephen whinnied as Chloe giggled shyly and slipped both paws into Stephen's running shorts and gave a firm squeese.

"Stop that right now!" Stephen grunted, as he pulled Chloe's paws out and held them in his own, as he stared down in what he tried to make as a stern glance.

"Oooh, did I make the colt angry?" Chloe giggled, then twisted about in Stephen's grasp and began flagging his long, wedgelike tail against Stephen's groin.

"I'll show you what a Colt can..." Stephen grunted, then placed a large paw on the back of the Stag's neck and began marching him towards the door. "Shower first, playtime after - "

Chloe yelped and giggled shyly, as Stephen foricibly held the squirming Stag against the wall, then unlocked and opened the door.

"Oh, but doesn't the Colt want too - " Chloe's retort was silenced as Stephen pushed him out, then shut the door behind them.

*

In the showers, Stephen and Chloe had removed their clothing and were busily covering themselves in soap, before Chloe sighed and tilted his head back, eyes squeezed closed as he braced his paws against the shower wall and let the scalding water cascade over him from eartips to cloven hooves. He was slight, definitely more doe-like in his musculature and appearance than Stephen, who glanced out of the corner of his eye at the soaking wet body of Chloe, then smiled to himself and intentionally ran his fingers down his taught chest and stomach - keeping a wary eye on the Stag who stood beside him - knowing Chloe was watching himself from the corner of his own eyes. Sensuously, Stephen trailed his hooflets slowly up and down his velvety sheath, doing it casually - yet with enough intent to watch Chloe gasp and hurriedly turn his head away. Others in the communal shower seemed not to notice, if they did, they kept their comments to themselves. Stephen wasn't an inherrantly violent Stallion, but he'd been known to effortlessly lift both humans and anthropomorphic creatures off their feet and pin them to a wall as he politely told them to mind their own buisness. Nobody messed with Stephen - such was the imposing sight of the seven foot, four inch tall stallion - who towered over most, his muscles rippling and quivering beneath his pale blonde fur.

"Hey stud - " A young Coyote yelled across the room at Stephen.

Stephen whiffled and blushed, his ears flattening as some good natured laughter rang out and he shifted uncomfortably from one shod hoof to the other, even Chloe joined in the light hearted teasing of Stephen.

"Alexander - " A Grey Kangaroo laughted, then playfully slapped the naked Coyote on the upper arm. "Leave poor Stephen alone, you're just jealous you don't have a body that would make the ancient Greek God's blush with envy - "

"Or hung like a rogue - " Sniggered the Coyote, who yelped as someone snapped a towel on his wet furred rump, making him jump and run for the lockers.

"Ignore them - " Sighed another equine, as he nodded to Stephen they're just jealous of we Equine's.

Stephen chuckled and nodded, then used his broad palms to wipe away the water from his eyes. "I know they're only joking, and besides - what hope would Alexander have with one of us? We'd break him like a matchstick, even before we got excited."

Petterson smirked and nodded, then gave Stephen a playful slap on the rump, delighting in the loud slap and watching the Palomino jump and blush.

"For a Stallion - " Petterson sniggered, as he flicked his tubular ears forwards, his eyes shimmering with mischief.

Stephen turned about, the water and soap sliucing from his body, as he rested both paws in a splayed finger gesture on his hips, then gazed deeply into the fellow equine's eyes.

"For a Stallion - what - " Stephen grinned. "We all know I'm larger, heavier and stronger than you - you're still only young, so run along little Colt, before your betters slap your rump and send you running home to your herd."

Patterson laughed good-naturedly, then gave a theatrical bow and headed towards the lockers, shaking his head and chuckling.

"Stallions and their ego's - " Chloe mumbled, as he reached for a towel and began trying himself off.

"What was that, you overgrown little fawn? I've half a mind to scrub your back and see if you still got spots!" Stephen mock-growled at Chloe, who blushed deeply and carefully moved out of Stephen's grasp.

"You wouldn't dare - " Chloe playfully teased. "We both know I don't have spots - I haven't had spots on my rump or back since I was eight - "

Glancing around, Stephen grinned, noticng the showers were temporarily free, before he purposefully moved on Chloe, then grasped the young Stag's paws in one of his own and held them up - pressing Chloe back against the cold tiles of the shower wall.

"You don't have spots - yet...I'm sure we can arrange that - " Stephen whispered seductively into Cloe's forward-swept ears.

"Ooo - you promise?" Chloe giggled shyly.

Letting the Stag go, Stephen turned away and shook his head. "I swear - you're incorrigable - "

To Be Continued