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WritingGroupChallenge

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

9th May 2023

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This Week's Writing Challenge: That's why I get the big bucks.

At least 1000 words, don't worry if you go over.

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Put the prompt description at the beginning of your story.

Raquel was a stunning creature, with soft, caramel coloured fur predominantly,and a light cream colouration from her throat down to her inner thighs. Her large, expressionate eyes, a trait she had inherited from her Anthropomorphic Whitetail mother, were a beautiful emerald colouration – that she inherited from her human father. Her delicate, black tipped ears poked through her Deer-Dash cap, twitching with every sound.

Her mid-riff polo shirt clung to her small, but lithe form, almost like a second skin, empathise her pert breasts, but not overly drawing attention to them. A small, unobtrusive name tag was affixed to her right breast, just below the leaping stag symbol, the icon of the Deer-Dash company she worked for. Around her neck, was her most prised possession, a gift from her parents when she turned 18 – a two-furred finger wide collar with a beautiful moonstone pendant hanging from it.

One long, slender leg folded over the other, the dainty, delicate cloven hoof bobbing up and down as she idly scrolled through her social media on her phone.

“Urgh, I hate these slow nights - “ Raquel moaned, leaning her head back against the wall in frustration.

Rising, she began pacing back and forth, wracked with indecision and doubt, wringing her slender furred paws as her cloven hooves clipped and clopped on the hard floor. At last, her phone began to vibrate in her pocket, making her squeal and shudder, before she flattened her ears and snatched it out of her pocket, holding it in her right paw as she gazed down.

“Order number, huh, pickup is...not too far! Excellent, about time!”

Glancing around, to ensure none of the other people saw her reaction to the vibration of the phone, Raquel quickly set the phone to ring as she adjusted her uniform then picked up the Deer-Dash bag and left to collect the order.

*

Raquel arrived at the designated house, her eyes wide and muzzle slightly open, as she took in the sheer magnificence of the house before her. It was almost overwhelming. Never, had she delivered to this part of town – ever! A sprawling mansion, or so it seemed to her, nestled amongst beautiful gardens of roses that even from the driveway, filled the early night air with their floral bouquet. As she carefully drove up the curving driveway, hearing the crunch of the gravel beneath her vehicle's wheels, Raquel felt hopelessly overwhelmed.

Whoever owned this house – they were wealthy, incredibly so, possibly born to old money – as her great-grandmother once said to her, when she was a fawn. It was massive up close, the house itself made of warm sandstone, with carved columns wider than she was, supporting the arched entryway.

Timidly, Raquel stepped out, ensuring her uniform was straight and tidy, before she opened the passenger door and removed the insulated bag. Turning about, she walked up to the double doors, staring wide-eyed up at them as they towered above her. Carefully, she reached out for the ornate brass knocker – which she noticed, was shaped into the form of a Doe. As her hooflets touched the knocker, the door opened and she gasped, staring into the chest of a Cervid, who towered over her.

“Good evening, Miss...” He spoke, his voice cultured, dominant, masculine, his muzzle lowering as he read her name tag. “Miss Raquel, I'm Alexander, a pleasure to meet you!”

As Raquel stood before him, the red deer stag exuded an air of masculinity and power that brought an involuntary quiver to Raquel from her ankles to her ear tips. He was imposing, intimidating almost, standing at seven feet four inches, Raquel herself, barely, with her ears up, would come to his chest. His head was adorned with antlers that were large and impressive – eleven tines on each one. His fur, what she could see beyond the expensive three-piece suit and accompanying vest and slacks, was a deep reddish-brown color, with the characteristic dark mane that framed his proud, noble muzzle and chin and tumbled down his neck and vanished into the tight-fitting white shirt. His eyes were dark and piercing, his gaze filled with a look of intensity Raquel had never seen in another.

As he took her paw in his, giving a firm, but gentle squeeze, before he let her go, she thought her knees would turn to jelly at his touch. His hooflets were immaculately manicured, a sign of his obvious care and social status. Despite her reservations, and there were many, she couldn't help but give him a shy, submissive smile. When he gestured for her to enter his domicile, Raquel's professionalism overrode her mind.

“Sir, Company policy, dictates that we not...”

He looked at her, not just looked, but looked – like she was a fine vintage bottle of wine he was examining.

“Please - “ He spoke quietly, his voice deep, rich, compelling.

Raquel felt her nerves twitch, her heart beginning to race in her chest.

“I...” Raquel whispered, her emerald green eyes wide, her muzzle slightly open as her ears flattened.

“I insist...” He murmured, then stepped to the side and gestured with a paw.

Raquel swallowed, then her ears gave a nervous twitch; before she stepped over the threshold and he closed the door quietly behind her.

*

Raquel's eyes widened in awe as she took in the grandeur and elegance of the mansion's entry hall. She followed him, subdued and awed by the magnificence around her, from the expensive rugs to the beautiful, and she assumed, original artwork that adorned the walls in a tasteful, artistic fashion. His hand-made customized leather hoof covers cushioning his cloven hooves. Raquel felt exposed and vulnerable, her own bare cloven hooves muffled by the thick rug. He glanced sideways at her, then nodded courteously to her, seemingly indifferent.

“Please set your delivery bag down here,” He gestured to a nearby table.

Raquel did as requested, clasping her quivering paws before herself and lowering her head submissively. “Sir, I feel I am imposing on your precious, valuable time, if I can get paid, I'll be - “

“Not at all,” He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the edges into crow's feet.

He pulled out an ornate wallet, the smell of the leather and the intricate leatherwork making her feel even more inferior.

“What do I owe you for my delivery and my meal?” He asked politely.

Raquel gasped, then fumbled for the receipt in the bag, then peered down at it. “One hundred and forty-seven dollars...”

“Plus the service charge?” He spoke calmly.

Service charge? Raquel's mind told her. I don't know about any service charge...

As he handed over three hundred dollars, his off-handed manner made Raquel feel like she was giving a beggar spare change on a subway platform.

“Sir... you mentioned a service charge?”

“Indeed, I hope I never - “ He closed the flap of the bag, then his fingers clipped it closed, as he looked at her. “There is no delicate way to say this, my dear, so allow me to be blunt with you. I have a desire, I suppress it, but it is there all the same. As a Stag, I have certain needs I wish to fulfill, as it is a very special time of the year for we Cervid...”

Raquel's ears went flat, and she swallowed a lump in her throat.

No, he must be mistaken – it can't be...

Seeing her widening eyes, he smiled benevolently and shook his head, even this simple gesture, seemed refined and sharpened to a fine art.

“Forgive my crudity,” He spoke quietly. “I suspect – you have no such – desires, a beautiful, gentle Doe like yourself, I would not hold it against you, if you were to refuse my uncivilized behavior!”

“I – Mister - “ Raquel began, her inner ears turning a deep burgundy as she blushed. “Sir! I – think it best, that we keep this strictly professional, I doubt my employer would - “

“I understand, it is a requirement for your employment, you are given a subcutaneous implant, that suppresses your natural instinct, permitting you to carry out your duties during this rather – awkward – time, am I correct?”

Raquel's eyes widened, as she swallowed again and gave a timid nod. “Yes, sir, you are correct.”

With a sibilant sigh, he leaned back against the table and shook his head.

“Barbarians, uncivilized, brutal, barbarians - “ He muttered, placing a paw against his left cheek and gently tapping his jaw with a single finger. “I assume this is some – human – inclination.”

“Not entirely, sir - “ Raquel blushed again, hanging her head. “As you know, the rut – it is an ancestral throw-back to our ancient ancestral forms.”

He nodded quietly, then held up one finger, politely silencing her.

“We may have grown and evolved and matured – yet we can not undo millions of years of evolution.”

Raquel smiled nervously, then nodded. “Yes, sir. So, some of us, choose to have this implant. It helps us immensely; to remain professional, calm, and focused.”

“So, you feel – nothing – nothing at all? No desire or urges?”

“Oh, no, sir,” Raquel stammered, then hung her head. “We do, deeply and intensely, but it doesn't consume us, we can focus our minds and attention rather than...give into our primal nature, as it were.”

He slowly lowered his paw, then a deep shiver ran through him, he was torn between his own carnal desires, and the fear of frightening, or worse, this sweet, gentle-spirited doe.

“You work for Deer-Dash,” He spoke calmly, forcing himself into civility and politeness, despite trying desperately to suppress his scent through sheer force of will alone.

“Yes, sir, ever since I was eighteen, I love the work, I get to meet people – such as yourself, and others – its fulfilling and keeps me physically active.”

“I see,” He spoke quietly, looking away and up at one of his paintings on the wall, thinking of his next words with care and delicacy. “May I ask, are you truly happy?”

Raquel felt her fur prickle up her back in discomfort. “I...I suppose, sir, I am content.”

He glanced sideways at her, lifting an eyebrow before he turned his head to look at her. “Contentment is a worthy goal, but it is not the same as true happiness. I wish you to know, that you deserve to be happy, Raquel. I wish to extend an offer to you. A chance to explore your true desires, without judgment or consequences, from me, or your employer. It is entirely up to you, of course. I merely make this offer as you deserve happiness – even if only for a short time.”

Raquel swallowed, looking up at him through her long eyelashes, as she nervously rapped her hooflets together.

“If I say no...”

“That is your choice, I will compensate you for your time, and we shall part ways – I hope with no ill-feelings, and maybe, you will do me the kindness of your prompt delivery in the future.”

Raquel wrung her paws and shivered. “If I say yes...”

“You will likewise be compensated, once more, the choice is yours, an offer made, accept or do not, I will think no less of you.”

Raquel paced nervously, then the sound of her cloven hooves on the marble floor made her stop, as she shivered. Turning around, Raquel trembled, as she looked up through her eyelashes at him, her emerald green eyes wide and fearful.

He gazed back, his own brown eyes warm and expressionate, as he clasped his paws behind his back and waited patiently.

“I meant every word I said - “ He spoke quietly. “I'd never try to coerce you into a decision, one way or another.”

Timidly, Raquel walked towards him, her head bowed, before she reached out and ever so gently took his paws in hers. He felt her quivering, yet he remained impassive and neutral in body stance and silent in word.

“Anything... I want...” Raquel whispered. “Literally...”

“Your wish would be my command, yes.” He spoke quietly, then laughed delicately. “Within reason...”

“Of course...” Raquel blushed, flattening her ears and giving a nervous chuckle.

“I am not an unkindly Stag, I can sense your apprehension, please, take this...”

Reaching into his vest pocket, he produced a beautifully ornate business card, then held it out to her. Raquel shivered, then timidly took it.

“Sir?” Raquel squeaked, then shivered. “What's this for?”

“Think of it as an investment - “ He smiled. “If you decide you wish to take up my offer? Then call me. If not...oh, I almost forgot!”

Opening the drawer of the desk, he pulled out a slender book, then took a pen and opened the book. He pondered a moment, then wrote something with a steady, smooth movement, signing it with a flourish. Tearing it off, he folded it and held it out to her.

“Sir? This is a...”

Gently pressing it into her quivering paw, he smiled and nodded at her.

“Consider it a gift, for your kindness, prompt service, and sweet demeanor.”

Closing her paw around it, Raquel swallowed, fearful of offending him, as she slipped it into her pocket.

“Thank... you...”

He smiled, then gently escorted her to the front door. “Remember, if you wish to take up my offer – just call me...”

Raquel shivered, and smiled nervously, looking over her shoulder, then giving him a shy, timid smile, before she unlocked her car. He watched, until she drove away, before he shuddered and sighed, walking back inside and closing the door behind himself.

*

Raquel returned to her normal night, then signed off at midnight. Coming home to her apartment, she quietly shut the door and leaned back against it, exhaling softly.

“Urgh, what a night...” Raquel sighed, mentally exhausted.

Slipping her cap off, she dropped it and her car keys into a little clay plate on the hallway table. Shedding her polo shirt, wearing only her sports bra and her shorts, Raquel yawned and made her way to the shower.

Here, she slipped off her shorts, then her panties, before she stood naked as the day she'd been fawned, sliding her paws down her lithe, athletic body. Bending down to pick up the discarded clothes, her thumb made the folded paper crinkle. Pulling it from the pocket, she dumped the dirty clothes into the basket, then set the paper on the counter.

Adjusting the shower, she took the folded paper back to her bedroom, where she set it on her sideboard and stretched, before folding forwards until she gripped her ankles and her spine crackled from neck to tail base.

“Urgh, shower...”

Dragging herself up off the bed, she returned to the bathroom, from which steam issued like the breath of a dragon. For fifteen minutes, Raquel stood beneath the scalding water, feeling it loosening her taught muscles as she slapped a wet paw against the wall and shuddered.

Imagine... Her mind whispered to her. Just imagine his paws...

Her hooflets scratched at the shower wall, before she shuddered and pushed those thoughts away. Turning off the shower, Raquel shivered and felt the water spray off her pelt as she reached for a large, fluffy towel.

Finally, dried and naked, she clopped her way through the carpet and lay herself down on her bed, trying to stifle a yawn – and failing – as she pulled the coverlet up to her chin, her eyelids slamming closed the second her head touched her pillow...

*

Next morning, waking at 11 am, Raquel yawned and idly scratched at her right hip with her hooflets. More asleep than awake, she fumbled at the sideboard, then knocked her phone to the floor.

“Urgh... It's not worth...” Through the soft pads of her fingers, she felt the paper she'd been given and the card.

Card...paper... Her drowsy thoughts floated through her mind. He gave me...something, a card and...

Sitting up and yawning again, she rubbed at her eyes with her palms, before she picked up the slip of paper then opened it. Her eyes doubled, trebled, in size, as she looked down at the numbers written on the cheque.

“Ten...thousand...” Raquel gasped, staring dumbfounded. “No... he's made a mistake, surely...”

Nervously, she folded it back over, then tucked it under her bedside lamp.

“I can't accept this...” Raquel moaned, shaking her head. “I just can't...”

An insistent buzz come from her phone, making her fumble around for it, before she picked it up and stiffed another yawn, before holding it against her ear.

“Hello? Raquel speaking...”

*

That evening, Raquel was beside herself. Torn with indecision on whether to call him or not call him. She busied herself with pointless tasks, making deliveries as required, all the time her mind and emotions in turmoil. At last, Raquel turned to her work friend and handed her a quarter.

“What's this for?” Asked the confused woman.

“Settle an argument - “ Raquel began, then laughed nervously. “With myself. You choose, follow through with it – or not. Which will it be?”

Raising an eyebrow, the young woman chuckled. “Someone, you're avoiding? Or...the other way around?”

Raquel blushed and looked away.

“Heads, you're doing it – tails, you're not... deal?”

Before Raquel could answer, the woman spun the coin into the air, then let it fall how it may. With a muted clink, it spun on the spot for a few seconds, as Raquel looked away, her eyelids closed, then she startled as a warm hand touched her shoulder and a quiet voice chuckled and whispered.

“Someone's getting their tail tanned – you lucky girl!”

Raquel shivered, then turned around and looked down at the coin, that sat head-side up on the floor...

*

Raquel called Alexander at 6 pm the next night. His cultured, masculine voice both arousing and frightening at the same time.

“I am pleasantly surprised - “ His voice come from the earpiece. “I thought perchance you had second thoughts about my offer -”

Raquel looked around fearfully; before she cupped a paw close to her muzzle and whispered.

“No... I mean, well – sort of – Sir... Can I... I mean - “

His chuckle sent ripples down her back and made her heart rate increase four fold. “When is convenient for you?”

“Two hours?” Raquel murmured, feeling like a teenager all over again.

“Perfect, I'll place a special order. I will see you at my domicile at 8 pm? Perfect, I look forwards to extending my hospitality to you Raquel, until soon...”

A faint click reached her ears, as he hung up. Raquel breathed out heavily, feeling her fur prickling from her tail base to her nape.

*

After her car pulled up outside his mansion again, Raquel sat behind the wheel, almost hyperventilating. After a few anxious minutes, she swallowed and calmed herself, before she slid out of the car and closed the door gently. Retrieving the large bag, she hip bumped her car door and felt it click shut behind her. As Raquel walked up the stairs to the front door, it opened and Alexander come out, gently taking the bag from her trembling paws. Holding it in one hand, he placed the other lightly on her elbow and escorted her inside, the large door closing quietly behind them both.

*

After their indulgent, by Raquel's standards, meal, Raquel took a seat on a comfortable leather couch, dabbing at her muzzle with a napkin of the finest linen.

“Sir, I am truly grateful for your kindness in sharing an exquisite meal with me. It was unexpected; but deeply, truly, appreciated. However - “

He merely raised an eyebrow, then gave a gesture with his fingers for Raquel to continue.

“I wish to return this...”

As she started to slide the folded cheque towards him, he intervened, his fingers gently enfolding hers.

“That is not meant as a payment, my dear, deer. It is a gift, bestowed upon someone who deserves a touch of happiness in their life. I understand the meager earnings you must endure, so consider this, please, a 'gift' in the truest sense – no obligation or expectations attached. Please, utilize it to better your own life, in any way you desire.”

Raquel blushed, looking down at his paw, then keeping her head down, she glanced up through her long eyelashes.

“You told me before, if I accepted your kind offer – I could do whatever I wished...”

“Something along those lines, yes,” He smiled, tenderly closing her paw around the cheque. “Have you an answer to my question?”

Nervously, Raquel scooted closer, holding his paw between both of hers, as she leaned close and whispered into his right ear.

“I accept your offer...”

He smiled and turned his head to look at her, before tenderly placing a paw on her cheek and giving a light caress, “As you wish...”

*

Laying on his back, naked as the day he'd fawned, he lay restrained, all four limbs bound with silk scarves, he snickered and experimentally tested the confining bonds.

“Not...what I was expecting, but I understand the premise behind it!”

Her back to him, Raquel blushed and glanced over her shoulder, having removed her cap and polo shirt, draping it over a chair. Her small tail flickered against the bed, before she rose and a quiver ran down her back, making her wedge-like tail floof out to twice its normal size.

“You are a Red deer...” Her gentle laughter come to his ears. “I'm only a Whitetail... So I need to be careful...not that I imagine you would be anything but a true gentleman...”

He chuckled and nodded. “Of course, I may have my ancestral urges, but doesn't mean I act upon them...”

Carefully, Raquel slipped her paws into her waistband, and sensually slid them down, her shorts slipping down her lithe, athletic hips, then her thighs, and finally, her shins. Stepping out of them, she followed with her panties, sliding them even slower down her hips, leaning forwards so her tail could freely flag from side to side.

Unable to suppress it, he shuddered and groaned softly, eliciting a nervous giggle from Raquel's muzzle. Placing her shorts and panties on the chair, she turned about and placed her paws behind her head, stretching and flexing.

“I was not incorrect, in my assumptions,” He murmured, gazing awkwardly at her, his head and upper body propped up on the satin pillows behind them. “You are a most beautiful Doe...”

Raquel blushed, she couldn't help it, as she looked down at him, then tested each of the bindings in turn. His eyes followed her, gazing with interest and pleasure.

“Anything...” Raquel whispered, as she straddled his shins, then placed her quivering paws on his thighs.

He chuckled and nodded. “As I said, so it shall be... I am yours, do as you will with me, but within the confines of mutual respect and consent, of course.”

“Of course...” Raquel blushed and nervously reached down, cupping his furred scrotum between her paws, tenderly rubbing them with her thumb.

“Ooh - “ He gasped, eyes widening and muscles tensing beneath her.

“Shush, buck,” Raquel grinned, slapping his thigh with her palm, quite sharply, which made him gasp and squirm.

Raquel's grin spread from one ear to the other as she leaned even further forwards, her slender fingers lightly curling around his furred sheath, her hooflets pressing delicately against the soft leathery pads on her fingers. Giving an almost feather-light flick of her wrist, she slid her paw up, then using the webbing of thumb and forefinger, drew her paw back down.

He shuddered, feeling his protective sheath being slid down his thickening Cervid length – the tip poking like a shy thing from the slit, before hiding again. As she did it again, Alexander shuddered and Raquel giggled, as it almost sprang from the sheath of its own volition.

“Oh...” Raquel breathed shallowly, her emerald eyes doubling in size; before her smile spread back across her lips. “Quite a Stag...”

He snickered then gasped as Raquel tilted her head. With a sensual lick, she curled her tongue round the tip and eased her head downwards. With a mischievous gleam in her eyes, before they vanished behind her lids, Raquel felt and heard his sharp intake of breath as she grinned wider. Her tongue was long, supple and talented – she knew this – using all her charm and allure. As she dipped her head, her tongue pressed his sensitive penile head against the bony ridges at the top of her muzzle – timing it exquisitely so it clicked over each one – then a slight pause – the next – and the next after that.

As it tickled the back of her throat, with a short exhalation that ruffled his belly, Raquel reversed the movement – drawing it back the same way. His breathing increased in tempo, and she felt the coverlet being dragged as he gripped it between quivering fingers. Her fingers curled around the base, holding it tenderly as she lifted her head clear and squirmed in pleasure.

“Such a treat...” Raquel murmured, giving him a seductive glint from almost fully closed eyelids, her nostrils flaring and inhaling his strong, masculine scent.

One paw lightly cupped his scrotum, her fingers ever so tenderly massaging and gently rotating the warm, furred orbs that lay within, before she took a few quick panting breaths and flattened her ears. Her tongue swirled and ensnared the delicious warmth – ever so carefully – easing her muzzle down as her lips chastely pet like two shy lovers.

He twitched, he couldn't help it, the urges within him, primal, savage, instinctual – yet he fought them with every ounce of self-control and mastery he could...

Sensing his growing arousal, Raquel grinned and increased her sensual caress of his testicles, using her index finger hooflet to scratch randomly against the fine hairs between his testicles and anus – as she pressed her nose down against his fine, silky fur and really gave herself to her own temptations.

“Urgh - “ Alexander gurgled, his body starting to reek of his musk, the warmth beneath her thighs growing and becoming slick with the sheen of sweat from him.

Carefully, like a musician composing a masterpiece, Raquel used all her knowledge to bring him almost to the edge – then she would ease her caress and suckles, allowing him a moment to regain his breath – before she pushed him even closer again.

“I...won't...” He gurgled, paws clenching and unclenching, hind legs trying to twist and writhe, held almost immobile by the tight silk bindings.

Silly buck... Raquel's mind thought to itself. No such thing as won't...

Raquel's tail flagged wildly, her legs quivering, as she adjusted her muzzle strokes – pressing the back of her mouth against the penile tip and starting to ease him into her throat. Her lips formed a tight seal, her salivary glands excreting and assisting in her sensual pleasuring, as she tasted the first precursor to what she knew was coming. To her surprise, it wasn't bitter, or unpleasant – it was almost sweet...almost – but not quite there.

His breath caught in his throat, his hips arched up off the bed, as he squealed when Raquel pushed her head down, her nostrils burying themselves in the fine fur. Her right paw reached down, then tenderly caressed and tweaked his flagging tail.

“Mmphh - “ He gurgled, his body quivering and on edge – sexually and emotionally.

Raquel snickered, then the fingers touched two places on his tail and applied gentle, but firm pressure. Without warning, he squealed and his hips slapped against her muzzle and a loud crackle come from his lower back. In a single heartbeat, his inhibitions and self-control were stripped away like a child's sandcastle before the merciless tide...

Raquel lifted her head, ever so slightly, before she grinned wide and pushed her nose down into his sweat-slick belly fur. Holding her breath, she felt the throbbing from his testicles and then in a surprisingly short time, he ejaculated in frighteningly powerful force down her eager, willing throat.

It was hot, very hot, very salty – and extremely arousing for her to experience... Eyes widening, Raquel continued swallowing, until she trembled and carefully lifted her muzzle up, her fingers holding his still quivering length as she gave a weak cough and dabbed at her eyes with two fingers.

“That was...something - “ Raquel laughed nervously, then shivered.

Alexander raised an eyebrow and chuckled quietly. “Oh? Do you really think one pleasurable encounter... No my dear, I'm not finished yet, this was meant to be your desires fulfilled, not my own...”

He lifted his bound paws, and raised an eyebrow at her. Raquel giggled softly then gently untied the loops that bound his paws, then the ones on his ankles. He sat up, flexing his wrists and ankles experimentally, before he smiled gently at her.

“As you can see, Raquel, I'm not... going to harm you. However, if we proceed at a careful, considerate pace, it might be advisable, just saying, for your own sake.”

“You're...” Raquel blinked, then looked down and her muzzle fell open, before she slapped her paws to her cheeks, her eyes widening. “Oh my...”

Alexander snickered, then leaned forwards and gently ruffled her ears. “We Red's are...quite virile, I guess its some consolation from our ancestral brethren Now, with your permission – a favor given, should be a favor returned...no?”

“Are you...I mean - “ Raquel blushed, flattening her adorable ears, as she hung her head. “I wouldn't dream of imposing...”

He snorted lightly through his nostrils, then smiled and pulled his long-furred legs up, before sliding them off the bed. As he stood up, he flexed his muscles and rolled his shoulders, before he turned about and smiled at Raquel. With a smile, he gently grabbed her by her ankles and turned her about, before he pulled her towards him. Raquel squeaked and giggled, slapping her cloven hooves down on the floor, sitting so she faced him.

“Oh?” Raquel querulously asked, her ears pricking forwards. “Now...”

He placed his paws on her thighs, his leathery nose pressing into the small hollow at the base of her throat and he made some strange-sounding grunt, that almost completely turned her mind to jelly. He followed it up, but a sensual lick and nibble up under her chin, then leaned back and gazed at the pendant around her neck.

“A beautiful thing, please, take it off? I'd never dream of risking damage to it.

Raquel nodded, reaching up behind her neck, then carefully unclasping the pendant and putting it on the bed. He picked it up, gazing into the moonstone, then smiled and gently set it on the sideboard.

“Now, little doe,” Alexander smirked broadly, his crow's feet deepening. “No more games, no more delays...”

Again, he made that sub-vocal sound at the base of her throat, making Raquel squeal and tremble in rising pleasure and arousal. His short, blunt teeth tenderly pricked at the fur and flesh of her throat, working his way down to bite tenderly at the junction of neck and throat.

“Urgh - “ Raquel gurgled, tilting her head back and to the side, her tail snapping upright like a flagpole, her loins quivering and growing almost instantly fully receptive.

“Easy young one - “ Alexander growled gently. “We do have all night...”

Alexander grinned, nibbling and working his way down her upper chest, his thumb and forefinger teasingly caressing and pinching each nipple until the alveolar swelled and poked through the pale fur. Raquel squirmed and gasped, her need and arousal washing away any semblance of sentient thought.

Working his way down between her breasts, he twitched as Raquel suddenly gripped his ears between her paws and shoved his head down forcibly and with determination.

“Now...” Raquel growled, her smirk spreading across her muzzle. “As you said, no more games...no more teasing...”

He looked up at her, his muzzle creasing in a grin as he looked down between her thighs, then back up again.

“I do not know, you don't seem very receptive to the idea...” Alexander snickered, as he feathered his fingers across her quivering labia.

Raquel trembled and gently pushed his head down, as Alexander snickered and lightly touched his nose against her warm folds, then deeply inhaled the scent from Raquel. His nostrils flared as he puffed through his nostrils and felt Raquel quiver from ear tips to ankles. Placing his paws on her thighs, Alexander tenderly brushed her labial folds with his lips before his slick, warm tongue probed the outer edges – as he inhaled her scent and taste.

Raquel squealed and quivered, she couldn't help it – as this enigmatic stag began to work her like a finely tuned instrument. His tongue curled, flexed, and probed places Raquel's mind never imagined. His leathery pad on his thumb teased her clitoris, twirling over it again and again, as he pressed his nostrils against her fine belly fur. His tongue probed deep inside her, lathering the quivering vaginal walls with intensity and precision.

Raquel's paws gripped the coverlet as she arched her spine inwards, her wedge-like tail fluttering across the bed cover as she gurgled and moaned in arousal.

All too soon, she gasped as he twirled his tongue inside her, then with a loud, bleating moan, her orgasm seized her in its merciless grasp and threw her recklessly off the edge into Cervid ecstasy.

Alexander snickered as he licked, nuzzled, and inhaled her scent, pleasured by it, and pleased with it – as he felt his own ache from his loins craving sweet release once more. He continued working Raquel to the very height once more before he snickered and gave one last, deep lick and flick of his tongue before he pulled his head back and gazed up at her.

“Where...” Raquel gurgled.

Alexander grinned as he swirled his tongue over his lips, tasting the last of her delicious, alluring scent and taste.

“With age comes experience – now – are you prepared for the finale?”

Raquel blinked slowly, then a visible tremble rippled through her from ears to ankles again as she swallowed the lump in her throat and nervously watched as Alexander stood, his prominent length inducing nervousness within her.

“Fear not young one,” Alexander smiled and pet her thigh gently. “You'll have control of our lovemaking, I promise.”

Her curiosity aroused, Raquel scooted over the bed and watched as Alexander lay himself down, then looked at her. With a nervous giggle, Raquel straddled his thighs and tenderly wrapped both paws around his firm length. Gazing down at it, she smiled nervously then shivered, her two paws, one above the other, still left a good third or a half of his member exposed again.

“Easy,” Alexander grunted, then smiled at her. “Take it slowly my dear, I don't want to frighten you. I assure you, I'm not like most stags... I have excellent self-control and awareness of what I'm doing...”

Raquel swallowed again, before nervously straddling his groin and using both paws to align his impressive member against her labia.

“Oh, I don't doubt...” Raquel giggled as she carefully began to mount him inside herself, shivering at the pleasure it was bringing. “One word...”

Alexander trembled, feeling the slick, tight vaginal walls squeeze down on his Cervid length as the heat from her body grew and grew. He trembled involuntarily, as he felt Raquel's knees press down on either side of his hips.

“Oh...” Raquel gurgled, as she arched her back inwards and felt her labia folds pressed against the retracted sheath. “You're...not a...”

Alexander quivered beneath her and snickered quietly. “A Whitetail? No, I'm not...”

Sensuously, Raquel rock back and forth, feeling the firm slick length probe her in ways she'd never envisioned as she made a careful, sensual lovemaking with him. His paws rested on her thighs, tenderly squeezing and scratching with his hooflets as Raquel slid backward – until only the tip of his penis was inside her – then she'd move forwards again, sliding him back inside her. Each time, she went a little further, her vagina squeezing and relaxing the powerful muscles as she bleated like the doe she was – lost in the sexual ecstasy and arousal this stag was bringing her.

For nearly thirty-five minutes – Raquel rode him, until she began to quiver helplessly and he grinned up at her – gripping her hips and holding her down as Raquel bleated and her entire body convulsed as her orgasm ravaged her. Her muscular contractions rippled from the base to the penile head trapped within her – making Alexander grit his teeth as he fought hisown sweet release.

He tried...

He failed...

His hips met hers with an upwards trust, burying himself fully inside her as his thick, powerful ejaculation erupted into her cervix and womb. It was literally like a fire hose of hot, slick semen that filled her with its warmth, only adding to the already mind-defying pleasure of his impressive length. Her tail frizzled out, and Raquel squeezed with vaginal muscles and her thighs, locking herself against him as Alexander's breath exploded from his lungs in a sharp exhalation.

Her body turned to jelly and she flopped forwards, their combined sexual scent filling their leathery nostrils, as Alexander placed his quivering paws around her rump and held her tightly.

“Urgh...” Raquel's muffled words reached his ears.

Alexander chuckled and with one paw, he lightly stroked her neck and down her back.

“You're not half bad yourself, I knew you whitetails were...quite something, you my dear, you more than earned your service fee I feel...”

Raquel tried to answer him, but she found her throat constricting and her rapid breathing deprived her of the words, as she felt his still rock-hard length buried fully inside of her still.

“Rutting season really is... something - “ Alexander murmured, scratching the base of her ears.

“It's...” Raquel shuddered, making Alexander squirm and chuckle. “Something...”

Holding her tenderly, he continued stroking and then nibbling at the side of her sweaty neck, inhaling her scent and tasting the salty sweat.

“I'm not done with you yet young one,” Alexander murmured, pressing his nose against her right ear, then giving a tender lick from the base of the ear to the tip. “This was just the start...”

Raquel's eyes went wide and she shivered, lifting her head up to look into his widely spaced eyes, her muzzle hanging open and ears slicking backward.

“Fret not, you're in very good paws... I promise...”

*

The next morning, Raquel showered in Alexander's bathroom, feeling physically and sexually exhausted. He seemed as spry and lively as the first time they'd met, and after her uniform was laundered and dried and Raquel redressed, Alexander smiled at her, then gently took her muzzle between his paws and lightly kissed her between the ears and handed her cap to her.

“Do drive carefully, and I look forward to your delivery service in the future...”

Raquel blushed, then crept up on her cloven hoof tips and lightly kissed him on the chin, before easing back down and blushing, giving a courteous nod.

“Thank you... for everything...”

Alexander watched her drive of, before he sighed quietly and smoothed down the silk robe he wore, before walking back inside and the ornate door swinging closed behind him.

*

Raquel slipped through the employee door at work, removing her cap, sitting gingerly on the chair, and leaning forward to unstrap her hoof boots. As she undid the second one, she quivered, seeing the foot paws of her boss. Slowly she looked up, her eyes lingering on his hips, which had his paws resting on them.

“Uh...hi?” Raquel squeaked, as she looked up and smiled nervously.

“I do trust you know that... well, I don't need to know the details...”

Raquel's throat locked, as she awaited the next words – terrified she was about to be fired for her transgressions.

“Must be nice,” Sighed the Wolf, slowly shaking his head. “I've heard of sleeping your way to the top... He is the owner of Deer Dash – you did know that...right?”

Raquel stared up at him, her muzzle hanging open and she swallowed nervously, before blinking slowly.

“He's... the owner? As in...”

“Yes, he's the CEO of Deer Dash... I got complimented on your services and prompt delivery...”

Raquel swallowed the lump in her throat, then nervously laughed. “I guess that's why I get the big Buck's...”

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