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Dreaming by the Light

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

16th July, 2019

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Jeremy and Patrick were two lifelong friends, who done everything together. All through school then college and onto university – they'd been friends and colleagues – even at times – lovers. Now as they sat before the crackling fire a half dozen empty beer cans littered around, Patrick leaned back and stared up at the full moon, its silvery light illuminating their campsite almost like daylight. Stars twinkled in the firmament, so far above, sparkling like diamonds scattered across the blackest of velvet.

“Ever wondered - “ Patrick murmured. “If those rumours about these woods were true?"

Jeremy chugged the last of his beer, then frowned. “You've had..."

He belched loudly, then both men chuckled.

“...too much to drink!" Jeremy grunted. “S'cuse me Right...whut?"

Patrick chuckled. “I've had too much to drink? Look at you, a six pack and you're all over the forest – can you even stand up straight?"

“Mmm...mebbe..." Jeremy snorted, then stood, promptly wobbled and fell over onto his back, snoring in seconds.

“Hah, lightweight pup..." Patrick grinned, then stood up, none too steady himself, before he staggered to the tent and dragged out a sleeping bag and dumped it on his friend . “Pleasant...dreams pup..."

Snores come from the human, as Patrick shook himself, the young Canid staring into the fire, his ears twitching too and fro, as he relaxed, being nicely warmed by the fire.

For an hour, he sat there, occasionally poking the fire with a stick, watching the sparks rise up and flare out. A low snort was heard and his triangular ears snapped backwards as he froze, assessing the threat. A bush rustled, then the young wolf ever so gently turned his head, until he could barely glimpse behind him.

Again, that soft cry, and the rustle of the bush, before Patrick turned a little further, placing one paw on the ground beside his hip – gazing at the young Whitetail who grazed contentedly, not more than a dozen feet away.

“Wow..." Patrick murmured, freezing in place. “Hello there..."

With a snort, the stag's head snapped up, a few leaves falling from his muzzle, before he blinked, gave a single flick of his ear and resumed chewing the leaves.

Surprised, Patrick carefully crouched as he got to his paws and knees, expecting the stag to turn and flash away in a heartbeat. It merely gazed back at him, then seemed almost disinterested as it took another bunch of leaves and began chewing. It swallowed, then flicked an ear again.

Curious, testing his theory about this would, Patrick stood and the deer flinched, but remained where he'd been, continuing to gaze at the stranger with curiosity.

“So...you are somewhat tame..." Patrick murmured. “Can I...get something?"

Blinking, the young stag merely watched.

Carefully, Patrick found his shed coat then pulled a paper bag out and shook it. It rustled and the stag gazed back, not understanding.

“Here, its for you – well – some of it..." Patrick smiled, as he took a nervous step forwards, opening the bag and tipping some of the trail mix into his paw. “Here you go, come on...it's nice, it won't hurt you!"

He got three feet from the stag, who took a shy step forward, then stretched out his head and neck then sniffed at the trail mix. Cautiously, the stag licked a few pieces then chewed them. Finding it to his liking, he stepped closer and began willingly licking and nibbling from the wolfs paw.

“Incredible..." Patrick murmured, every so gently reaching out to touch the stag's cheek.

With a quiver, the stag flinched, but again stood resolute, letting the wolf tenderly caress his cheek, slowly moving towards the ear.

“Easy...good boy. “ Patrick was gobsmacked. He'd heard rumours and such, but he never imagined a stag would have let him within screaming range let alone being touched and petted like this.

Shaking a bit more of the trail mix into his paw, the stag flicked his ears and happily ate it, completely relaxed and at ease with the stranger before him.

“Unbelievable," Muttered Patrick, as he felt the deer's soft tongue licking, the lips plucking the trail mix from his paw. “That tongue its..."

Curious, Patrick moved his paw slowly back towards his belly, the stag following eagerly. Ever so slightly, Patrick grunted and the stag frowned and twitched, as something pointed poked under the stags chin. Patrick fully expected the stag to panic and bolt – the second Patrick's half erect penis spat and a squirt of sticky pre struck the stag's chin. With a soft grunt, the stag stepped back and blinked, before he timidly moved back forward. Any thoughts of the treat forgotten as he looked at what stood at a angle before his nose. It was about half erect, six inches from the rounded ring near the pointed tip, thickening about 2/3 the way down the shaft, then disappearing into a light grey sheath. Curious, the stag nudged it with his nose, making Patrick grunt and shiver.

“Oh my -" Patrick began, before he gasped as the curious stag slurped from the sheath to the tip, then shook his head and wrinkled his lips. “No...please, don't stop little..."

Patrick yelped as the stag blinked, flicked both ears, then tilted his head slightly, giving the engorged penis another lick with more enthusiasm and willingness.

“Fffffffuuuuucccckkkkkk...." Come the low, gasping whine from the trembling Wolf.

Encouraged, the Stag nuzzled it again, then as Patrick gripped his length behind the firming bulge and tilted it down, he accidentally tapped it on the stags nose. With a snort, the stag shook his head and pulled back – before stepping forwards again.

“Go...on...go.." Patrick panted, waggling his firm erection at the stag, who frowned and snorted. Even the hot breath was almost enough to push Patrick over the edge into orgasm.

With a curious bleat, the young buck moved a little closer – then to Patrick's incredulous eyes, in one head bob, the stag took Patrick's length into the muzzle, pressing his head down until his lips firmed around the knot. Patrick gurgled and shook helplessly, feeling the incredible warmth of the stags muzzle then the strong slurps from the tongue and throat muscles that squeezed every time the stag swallowed. Saliva flooded his muzzle, making the suckling easier and the stag's tail was soon flagging wildly like a fawn nursing from its mothers teat. Suddenly, the stag gagged and blinked, feeling something swelling against his muzzle, forcing it wider and wider.

“Glrlk - “ Come the stag's gurgle in his throat, before tears welled in his eyes, as it felt like his jaw would surely snap.

“I...I can't...." Patrick gurgled himself, lost in the pleasure, before he felt a sharp pressure against the firm knot that tied wolf to deer. “I...no...no, don't...OW"

Staring to panic, the stag pulled hard, and Patrick was pulled with him. He couldn't get free as the Stag gurgled and prepared to pull again, truly starting to fret and stress. Against his better judgement, Patrick gripped the stag near the base of his antlers and pulled back, expecting the stag to throw a fit. To his surprise, the Stag blinked and immediately stopped trying to pull free, just stood there and continued after a moment, with his incessant suckling.

“Easy!" Patrick moaned, as he shuddered and timidly let one antler go, watching the stag warily. “That...I know it hurts, Shh, that's it...nice and...and...oh – oh g..."

Without warning, Patrick gripped both antlers, pulling the stag's head down and forwards as he thrust, pushing the knot a little deeper before thick jets of his semen spurted down the gurgling stags throat. Again and again the stag's throat muscles rippled, his stomach soon full of the thick, surprisingly salty offering. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain – pleasure at the offering, but painful in the obtaining, as the stag squirmed and another tear trickled down his muzzle as he felt the tight, firm knot locking his jaws open.

Gasping, overcome with emotion and surprise, Patrick moaned and released the stag's antlers, for which the stag was modestly relieved, as he kept swallowing, his tongue wrapped around the firm length in his muzzle.

“That...I just - “ Patrick's mind whirled, there was no words he could convey, to apologise or thank the stag for this incredible trust and surprising gift.

Gurgling, the Stag flicked and ear, then Patrick whimpered, before he timidly gripped the stag's straining jaws and pulled them a little tighter, before he grunted and managed to slide his knot out, before the Stag pulled back and dropped his head, uttering a loud gasping bark.

“Hey...I'm sorry, are you alright?" Patrick asked, as he reached out to the stag, and lightly touched his forehead, then felt the stag tremble and gaze at him.

Timidly, the stag crept closer, then nuzzled Patrick and surprisingly, gave him a long, sensual lick on the cheek and a flag of the tail.

“You...you're - “ Patrick whispered.

With a soft, almost feminine bleat the stag turned and started heading back into the forest. He paused, then turned his head to look back at Patrick, who sank to his knees and stared incredulously, his mind reeling in shock and awe.

Standing at the forests edge, the deer stag flicked his long tail up, flagged it twice then in two bounds vanished into the forest like a ghost, leaving the panting, confused and bewildered wolf kneeling in the dirt, his penis dribbling a few final spurts onto the ground.

Patrick knelt there for hours, unmindful, jaw open and just staring...

END