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Birthday Wishes

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

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January, 2015

Stephen, Steve, to his family and close friends, clutched his slender, effeminate paws before him, as he glanced between his mother and father; his mother was teary-eyed and dabbing at the tears that ran down her cheeks with a delicate handkerchief, his father - his twelve point antlers almost scraping the ceiling, towered over his shorter son, as he grudgingly opened his arms and enfolded Steve into a tight embrace.

"Happy birthday - " Spoke the elder Whitetail, as he released Steve and stepped back. "...son"

"I - " Steve felt his voice catch in his throat, as his ears swept back and he fought the urges to cry, knowing his father hated it, but so overcome with the emotion and love his his parents. "I don't know how - "

"Look after it, it - " Snorted his sire, as his eyes narrowed. "...was not cheap, Gods curse that company, they know how to gouge someone and - "

"I will, I promise!" Steve replied, nodding his head and feeling the quiver run down his furred spine. "Does - it - "

"He -" His father snorted, then turned and left, his mother soon following, giving their son a gentle kiss on the cheek, near the black muzzle stripe.

"It - its a - " Steve whispered, eyes widening.

"Yes...and - honey? Your father doesn't - approve, as you can imagine, but its your choice honey, and I know how you love - well - you'll love your gift, he's waiting in the other room for you and - " Quietly, the Doe trailed off, as she smiled shyly and kissed her son on the nose.

"He - what, mother?" Steve asked, ears pricked forwards.

"Not for me to say - " Smiled the Doe shyly, as she hugged Steve close, then left.

*

Steve entered the living room, before he paused and his muzzle slumped open, eyes widening as he stared at the hooded creature who crouched submissively on the thick rug. Its pale grey ears swept forwards attentively, the greyish brown fur from just behind the hood quivered. Steve looked incredulously, seeing the pale reddish fur over the lower back and hips, the long, muscular tail with its pale tip and as he stepped closer, his cloven hooves muffled by the rug, the creature turned its hooded head to follow the muffled steps, but remained in the submissive posture, fingers splayed out and short, blunt claws burying themselves in the pile rug.

"You're a - " Steve murmured, as he timidly reached out his paw and lightly caressed the neck of the creature.

"A Megaleia Rufa, Red Kangaroo - " Come a soft voice, surprisingly gentle for a feral looking buck.

Steve slipped his fingers under the hood and lightly pulled it off. Its head fully uncovered, the Buck slightly stood, then shook its head as its dark eyes fixated on the trembling Whitetail before it.

"You're - beautiful - " Steve whispered, as he held out his fingers, for the kangaroo to sniff at.

"No need - master," Replied the Buck as it crouched again, then nuzzled at the offered fingers. "I have already imprinted your scent and appearance into my mind, I obey only you, in anything."

Steve blinked again, before shuddering and gently lifting the kangaroo's head up, it allowing this without thought of refusal, maintaining a perfectly calm and relaxed pose - fully compliant to its owners wishes. Steve stroked the soft grey fur, noticing the unusual pale cheek stripe and russet nasal markings that ended just before its eyes, the long, sensitive whiskers and hairless nostrils.

"Beautiful - " Stephen repeated again, as he gestured and the young buck stood to his full height of five feet three inches - way shorter than he should be - but this was specified when he was designed by the Inteli-Pet Corporation.

Without any self-consciousness, the young Red kangaroo obediently stood, as Steve trailed his furred fingers all over the body, feeling the luxurious fur, the slender musculature and even down to the long, pale furred feet, which it obediently lifted in turn, bracing its weight on one foot and using the heavy, long tail.

"You're a - " Steve began, as realisation spread over him, and he took the young kangaroo's paws in his own, then turned them upside down and looked at the velvety leather pads.

"Yes, master." Answered the Buck. "I am genetically identical to a feral Red Kangaroo - with some minor exceptions; such as my ability to think, speak and behave rationally - traits my feral kin do not share. I exist purely to serve you, my owner and master, in however you would so desire - if it is within my capabilities to do such. As an example, I could not - due to my paws - bring a glass of water, as I do not have an opposable thumb."

"You're - " Steve's mind reeled, and he collapsed backwards into the leather couch, it creaking slightly under his weight.

Sensing his masters distress, the Kangaroo crawled over, then lay his head on the trembling Stag's lap and gazed up at him.

"I - I never expected - I mean - " Steve began, as he stared down at the Kangaroo, who merely gazed back with a look of uninhibited love and affection.

"Ask of me, master, and if I can, I will obey to my very best of abilities." Replied the Buck timidly, as it took matters into its own paws, then tenderly brushed its cheeks against the trembling stag's thighs.

"You..." Steve moaned, then his fingers contracted on the leather, his hooflets scratching at the dark armrests.

Pausing, the kangaroo blinked, then titled its head slightly to one side, ears slightly sweeping back into a semi-nervous posture, as it looked up. "Master?"

"Please...call me Steven - or - Steve, not master, I don't - well, I _do_own you, in the legal sense, but you're a sentient, thinking animal, not some 'pet' - you have feelings, thoughts and desires, I'm sure, of your own and - "

"Permission to speak candidly, mas - " With a nervous tremble, the Buck quivered, then sat back on his tail and rested his paws against his chest. "Stephen - "

"Please - " Stephen told him, then held his paws out, and the kangaroo immediately placed his own smaller paws in Stephens, then squeezed as best he could.

"I - " Pausing, the kangaroo leaned forwards, then nuzzled at Stephen's lower belly, and it breathed deeply, inhaling the pheromones, frowning for a moment, the buck thought, then emotions deciphered the scent, and it nodded to itself and licked a long, slow swatch up one of Stephen's forearms, leaving a glistening trail of saliva from its long, supple tongue. "I know you're afraid, Stephen - I am an Intelli-Pet Corporation creation - this is true, I was created, through genetic engineering, to be, I surmise, your 'perfect' companion. I am loyal only to you, obey unquestioningly, unless such orders conflict with the 'orders' I can never obey - such as causing harm to you, master, or to another..."

Stephen nodded, familiar with the Intelli-Pet Corporation advertising.

"I - " Taking another deep breath, the Kangaroo licked up the other forearm, then nuzzled Stephen adoringly, reaffirming the bond between them and inhaling his owners growing musky scent. "I have been given the Deep Conditioning, master. I would, at your gesture or command - seek to please you, in any way I could - without fear, doubt or hesitation. I am - fully functional, in a sexual sense, but as you may be aware - I am obligated by my conditioning to inform you of this - all Inteli-Pet Corporation animals are - genetically sterilised."

"You - " Stephen began. "You've received the - "

"Yes, master." Answered the Buck, as he stood upright and then adopted a submissive pose, standing relaxed - but alert. "You only have to ask it of me - if I can, I will obey, without question or judgement. I - derive pleasure - we, the Inteli-Pet Corporation animals - when given the Deep Conditioning, are imprinted with a special - "

Pausing, the Kangaroo frowned, as he thought to find the right words.

"Imperative - to please a master or mistress, in any sexual manner we can, as to do such - brings us pleasure, to please our owners. We are - trained, if that is the right word, with a variety of techniques, position and other relevant things - all designed to please our owners - in any way we can. Obviously - some - limitations, due to our physiology, prevent us from certain things." Smiled the Buck, as it nuzzled Steven's paws delicately, then began licking the fingers individually, feeling the timid young Stag tremble from ears to hooves.

"You...oh that feels - " Stephen gasped, as he waggled his fingers, then the Kangaroo merely blinked once, and obediently began suckling three of them, throat rippling with each swallow and almost instantly, his salivary glands flowing like a river.

"No...no - stop...please - " Stephen gasped, as he pushed away the Kangaroo's muzzle, and it immediately obeyed, once more adopting the submissive posture. "I - I mean - "

Leaning his head forward, the kangaroo sniffed twice, then a gentle smile creased his furred lips.

"You enjoyed that master, I can smell your scent, if you enjoyed it - then why did you ask me to stop?" Enquired the kangaroo, as he flicked his ears forwards.

"You can - " Stephen moaned, then slapped his fingers to his muzzle, ears flattening as he felt the blush creep up his cheeks. "Your sense of smell is - "

"Very acute, master. Often, we know our owner is - emotionally interested - before they do, due to the natural pheromones. I derive pleasure from serving, master, in any way - at all, be it just to provide warmth, comfort and love - or anything of a sexual manner, it means the same to us."

"I - I can see I can't lie to you,my dear, sweet Buck - I did - derive some sexual pleasure from your affections and - " Stephen laughed nervously, then his fingers tugged at the collar of his shirt.

Without bidding, the Kangaroo placed his paws, fingers splayed, on Stephen's groin, feeling a very distinctive bulge beneath his leathery pads.

"Anything...you wish, master - " Spoke the young Buck, as he gazed up at Stephen.

Stephen swallowed, then trembled and watched as the kangaroo fumbled at the leather belt, his fingers unable to unclasp it, before he sighed quietly and looked up.

"You - you want me too - " Stephen whispered.

"Yes please master - I - I can not untie this - this - " Sighed the Kangaroo, feeling upset for its failings.

"Its called a belt, and don't cry little one - " Stephen whispered, as he unclasped the belt with one hand and used the other to lightly rub his thumbs against the kangaroo's pale cheeks.

With a sniffle, the Kangaroo shivered, before he timidly placed his paws on Stephen's thighs, before Stephen shivered and slid his fingers beneath his jeans waistband and pushed them down his dark brown thighs, the Kangaroo getting a good look at the slightly aroused Stag, who blushed self-consciously. Before Stephen could step out of the puddled jeans, the Kangaroo Buck leaned forwards, then lightly licked from the furred sheath base up to the pale, sensitive head - acquiring the taste of his owner, before he shivered and once more adopted his familiar posture, awaiting his owners command.

"Oh that was - can you...I mean - " Stephen gasped, at the supple tongue and its unmistakable pleasure.

"Master?" Asked the young Buck, as he tilted his head softly not understanding what was being asked of him.

"Is it - you know, possible for - " Stephen blushed worse, his ears flattening in shame and guilt. "I have no right to ask you this."

Pausing, the kangaroo frowned before he smiled and nodded, reaching forwards with his paws to enfold Stephen's sheath and slightly aroused length, holding it delicately and watching his owner tremble.

"Master - may I..." asked the Buck, as he looked up.

"I - " Stephen murmured, before instinctively gripping the leather armrests.

Receiving consent, more from the firming penis in his paws and the growing scent, the kangaroo delicately rolled his paws back and forth, gazing down at the six inch length as he pondered how best to pleasure his owner. After a few moments thought, the Kangaroo began a sensual licking of his owners full length - from sheath base to tip, listening attentively and nostrils flaring as he inhaled the scent from the gasping Stag. Pleased he was bringing his owner pleasure, the Kangaroo gently pulled Stephen's penis forwards, more perpendicular to his muzzle.

Before Stephen knew what was happening, the Buck smiled to himself and dropped his muzzle - opening his jaws as wide as he could and pale furred cheeks billowing as he used his long tongue to lightly wrap around Stephen's penis, pressing the slightly bulbous head against the bony ridges of the kangaroo's muzzle. Each slightly movement, as the kangaroo adjusted his head, made Stephen squeal and claw at the armrests. Never had he experienced pleasure like this - and he timidly stroked the kangaroo's ears, feeling the buck adjust his head again - then take a few quick panting breaths. Hot, sticky saliva coated Stephen's length from root to stem, as he tilted Stephen's penis further down and after a pause - pressed his pale nose against Stephen's groin and slid his penis head into his throat.

Instinctively, the gag reflex tried to make the kangaroo choke and cough, but he suppressed the urges as he began swallowing. Strong, muscular contractions squeezed and rippled along Stephen's penis, as the kangaroo settled into a sensual suckling - which started to drive Stephen wild with pleasure. His paws gripped the kangaroo's ears tight - causing the Kangaroo to twitch involuntarily, but the discomfort was soon forgotten as the pleasure he derived from suckling his master like a thirsty Joey soon overrode any pain from his ears.

Stephen was breathless; he'd never, ever, experienced a blow job like this - not ever - as the kangaroo continued to suckle happily, his eyes closed and paws lightly resting on Stephen's thighs as he lifted his head - cheeks hollowing as he did so - and his long, supple tongue flickered over and around, once again sliding his muzzle down and slurping, cheeks billowing as he pressed his nose deeper into Stephen's groin and once more settling into a strong, muscular contraction with each swallow and paws beginning to lightly caress and squeeze the trembling Whitetail's scrotum, feeling it tightening.

"No..." Stephen panted, as he tried to push away the kangaroo's body, but his paws lacked any physical strength, as the pre-orgasm electrification of his nerves overrode his minds control, causing his muscles to tense and relax in wild fluctuations.

Scenting his owners changing emotional state, the Kangaroo pressed his muzzle as deep as he could, squeesing his eyelids closed as he continued to suckle - feeling the Whitetail's tense musculature and he prepared himself for the first of many hot, salty drinks he would inevitably receive from his beloved owner. Stephen gasped and squealed, before he grunted and bucked once - the kangaroo gasping in fright, not expecting it - as he barely pulled his head up as Stephen bucked his hips, then the hot,rich reward was spurted down the eager kangaroo's throat in thick, salty pulses. Again and again, Stephen rewarded his new companion with the salty semen, which the kangaroo obediently swallowed, feeling it sticking to his throat, but any thoughts of refusal just didn't exist, as he cupped Stephen's scrotum in his paws, squeesing it lightly and using the convulsive throat squeezes to get yet another orgasm from this young, virile stag - before Stephen gurgled and flopped bonelessly back onto the couch. Sensing he'd exhausted his master, the kangaroo kept swallowing, well aware of how sensitive his master's length must be - before lifting his head and licking it clean from sheath to tip and finally, lifting his head and tilting it slightly.

Licking his lips, the kangaroo swallowed and shuddered, imprinting the taste and texture of his masters semen into his mind, before he shivered more deeply and began overworking his salivary glands until his saliva dribbled from his muzzle and he swallowed four times - finally clearing his throat and uttering a low, weak cough. Blinking, he nuzzled Stephen's chest, inhaling the strong, musky scent of the stag. Working his way up his owners chest, throat and eventually, muzzle - the kangaroo nuzzled and tilted his head to the side, gazing through dark, soulful eyes at the unconscious stag who lay sprawled on the couch.

"Thank you - master," Whispered the Buck, as he lovingly licked Stephen's sweat dampened cheek. "For this wonderful gift you have given me, for to please you, brings me happiness and - "

Pausing, the Kangaroo flicked his ears, then shuddered from ears to ankles and swallowed again.

"Sleep well master," Chuckled the kangaroo, before he crawled a few paces away, then lay himself down as only a kangaroo can, keeping his upper body upright to ensure his owner was truly deeply asleep, before he lay himself down and closed his eyes, drifting into a deep, relaxed sleep - ears involuntarily twitching - alert for the slightest sign his master might awaken and request his attentions - yet the scent that wafted to the kangaroo, making him squirm and sigh in pleasure - assured him this young, virile stag would sleep - for some time yet...

To Be Continued...