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Down Under Desires

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

21st February, 2024

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Jack involuntarily twitched, grateful that his broad-brimmed Akubra hat shielded his sensitive dark eyes from the neon lights surrounding him. New York was the place to be allegedly, this young, far from-home grey kangaroo buck, started to regret his decision. Lost, confused, and as far from his outback country town as he imagined he could get, people of all species, shapes, and sizes flowed around him like he was a rock in a stream.

“I need a drink - “ Jack groaned, his eyes searching left and right.

His gaze fixated on what he assumed was a bar, walking down the three steps, his drizabone coat rustling on the concrete before he pushed through the door. The low hum of conversation and the tinkling of glasses filled the air, creating a lively atmosphere that both excited and unnerved him. Sweeping his hat off his head, as was customary back home, Jack looked around in bewilderment. It wasn't like any bar back home – comfortable-looking booths were scattered around with small tables and the bar was fronted with the customary stools.

Making his way towards it, carefully navigating the other patrons, Jack set his hat upside down on the bar, then rapped his claws on the bar. It was several minutes, the anxious young buck looking around in confusion before it dawned on him.

You're not back home anymore, different country, different culture! His mind reeled, wondering what social missteps he'd make on his trip, purely because he didn't know better.

When the barkeep, a towering Ursine, began to walk past, Jack smiled nervously.

“Uh, g'day," Jack spoke, his Australian accent breaking the ambient noise of the bar. However, without warning, it was as if the entire bar collectively decided to pause their conversations. Time seemed to stop as dozens of pairs of eyes turned toward him, creating an unexpected silence that hung in the air.

At that moment, Jack felt an uncomfortable spotlight on him, a sensation he had never experienced back home. The lively atmosphere of the bar become a hushed symphony of curiosity, and Jack couldn't shake the feeling of being a stranger in a strange land. Despite his charm and charisma, the sudden attention made him feel uneasy as if the whole bar were dissecting the kangaroo who had ventured where he didn't belong.

Flustered by the unexpected attention, Jack cleared his throat and tried to shake off the discomfort that settled over him like a heavy cloak. The Ursine barkeep, seemingly unfazed by the abrupt silence, turned to look down at Jack with a raised eyebrow.

“New around here, aren't ya?" The Ursine rumbled in a deep voice.

Jack nodded, offering a sheepish grin, slicking his ears back. “Yeah, just landed from the Outback. Still – getting my feet wet as it were. I never imagined that it'd be...this -"

Jack waved a paw, trying to encompass the bar, the city, and the whole country with an expansive gesture.

A few scattered chuckles broke the tension, and the ambient noises gradually resumed. Jack felt the tension ease from his neck, though a few lingering stares persisted. The Ursine, displaying a casual, almost disinterested demeanor, leaned forward, both large paws on the bar, as he towered over Jack.

“Whatcha want?" Come the low growl. “Name's Grizzly Greg, this is the Grizzly's Den."

“Jack," Jack nervously smiled, holding out a paw to shake. “Nice to meet you, Greg, thanks for not making me feel like a kangaroo in a kangaroo court!"

Greg, completely missing the Aussie-centric joke, enfolded Jack's paw in one of his own, giving a firm shake that made the young buck wince. “Yeah, no worries, Jack. Everyone's a bit out of their place when they walk in here. You'll get the hang of it."

“Sure, thanks - “ Jack nervously chuckled. “A beer please."

“What kind?" Grunted the Ursine, gesturing at the assorted taps.

I don't recognize even one of these – Jack sighed mentally.

Jack nervously looked over the selection, trying to make heads or tails out of it, when a cold paw lightly laid on his forearm, startling him. He turned his head to see a young fallow buck, his fur a warm mix of earthy tones, standing there with a friendly smile. The dim lights sparkled on the buck's eyes, which were a deep, beautiful brown.

“Please, allow me - “ the buck smiled and gestured to the barman, who merely grunted and began pouring. “I'm Finn, no last name – so, I hear you're from the Outback? Mind if I join you?"

Jack, still trying to adjust to the social currents of the city, welcomed the deer with a nod and a friendly grin. “Not at all, names Jack. Just trying not to stand out like a kangaroo on a highway -"

With a friendly chuckle, Finn patted the kangaroo's forearm gently. “Nice to meet you, Jack. Now, don't worry, you're not the only one feeling a bit out of place here."

Jack tried the beer, finding it almost like water, to his palate and taste. He drank it, then gently pushed the glass back across the bar, wiping his lips with the back of his right paw.

“Another, please," Jack gestured.

As Jack knocked them down, one after another, barely feeling the slightest buzzes from the weak alcohol, Finn and he settled into conversation. Jack found himself drawn to the easygoing nature of the fallow buck, who drank one to four of Jack's intake. They shared stories of their respective hometowns, their life experiences and journeys, and the cultural differences between Australia and the US. As the night progressed, Jack began to feel his initial unease beginning to fade away, replaced by a sense of camaraderie with Finn, who seemed genuinely interested in Jack's life in the Australian Outback.

“Strewth," Jack grumbled, as he pushed back from the bar. “Mate, I need to go piss like a racehorse."

Finn, not quite following Jack's linguistic turn of phrase, finished his beer and pushed it back. Then followed Jack to the male bathroom.

“He has no idea what he's getting himself into..." Greg's gruff chuckle rang out.

*

Jack stood at the urinal, one paw occupied while the other casually leaned against the wall. A contented sigh escaped him as he finally shook himself off, then reached up to flush it. As he turned, he caught the mischievous grin that stretched across Finn's lips, a reaction to what he saw in the kangaroo's paw.

“See something you like, mate?" Jack grunted with a playful smirk, tucking himself away and moving to zip up his jeans.

Finn blushed, his ears flicking nervously. “You do breed them big down under..." he stammered, the teasing comment hanging in the air between them.

Jack, still oblivious to the subtle hints, blushed, scratching behind his right ear. “Mate, I'm considered average back home. There's this Antilopine buck, nicknamed Doug the Slug – he's packing where it counts..."

Finn squirmed, blushing so hard his pale inner ears turned crimson, as he slipped his paws behind his back and scuffed the floor lightly with a cloven hoof.

“Oh gods, I hope I didn't..." Finn whimpered, looking up through long eyelashes. “You do know what kind of bar this is..."

Confused, Jack moved to the basins, and washed his paws, drying them under the air dryer. “It's a bar...right?"

When he turned around, Finn moved close, one paw gripping Jack by the bulge in his jeans, the other gently lifting his chin, as Finn gazed into his widening eyes.

“It's more than a bar - “ Finn murmured, gently taking the offensive and kissing and nibbling the startled Kangaroo's throat. “It's a safe place, for people like..."

Suddenly, Finn gasped as Jack, with surprising speed and agility, responded by gripping the young buck and pressing him up against the wall, their noses almost touching.

“Ever been down under, mate?" Jack's panting breath puffed the young fallow's left ear. “You're about to..."

Jack grinned, stepping back as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and kept his eyes firmly locked on the panting, surprised fallow deer.

“I've heard stories - “ Jack muttered, as he pushed his jeans down his thighs, letting his not inconsiderable length free of the tight fabric confines.

“Stories?" Finn giggled, looking down then back up, raising an eyebrow. “About us deer? Oh, you have..."

Finn gasped, as Jack snickered and placed a paw on the buck's head, pushing it down. “If you're talking, you're not proving me wrong..."

Finn eagerly dropped to his knees, spreading them apart, as he lightly cupped the pale-furred orbs in one paw, the other ever so delicately wrapping around the twitching length, his eyes widening in pleasure and expectation.

“Now...fawn, prove me – wrong..." Jack growled playfully, encouragingly pushing the fallow's head down.

With a grin, Finn opened his muzzle and effortlessly took the kangaroo's semi-prehensile length to the hilt, firm furred lips making a tight seal and slick, sensual tongue curling and squeezing. Gazing up through long eyelashes, Finn's grin spread even wider as he slurped the length like it was a hot dog he was sucking the sauce off. Expecting the kangaroo to squirm, or flinch, Finn was surprised as the large marsupial merely flicked an ear and patted him between the ears.

“You're not trying young one -" Jack teasingly ruffled the fallow's ears. “Make me believe the stories about your kind, I'm quite intrigued to find out if half of them are even remotely... urk!"

Finn giggled deep in his chest, as he lifted his head and once again curled his tongue twice around the prize, tilting his head as he carefully lowered it. Finn's supple tongue held it firm, cautiously clicking the sensitive penile head against the hard bony ridges of his upper mouth with a sensual movement. As he pressed his nose down, he rested the kangaroo's furred scrotum on the bridge of his nose, drawing deeply of the scent. As he adjusted his head, Finn snickered, his breath ruffling the kangaroo's scrotal fur – then he felt the instinctive twitch...

Jack gripped Finn's ears tightly in his paws, pulling the fallow's head as hard as he could down and forwards, as he released himself into the back of the eager, willing buck's throat. Pulse after pulse of his warm, salty semen shot down the deer's throat again and again, surprising not only himself but the recipient of his gift.

After a while, Jack released Finn's ears, and the giggling young buck stood up, raising an eyebrow at the shivering kangaroo.

“Okay, that was... unexpected - “ Finn admitted, his voice betraying a hint of breathlessness.

Jack, thrown off his composure, offered a nervous chuckle as he scratched the back of an ear. “Ah, yeah, sorry mate, if I caught you off guard. I just... couldn't resist."

“Affirmed one rumor about us deer?" Finn snickered, licking his lips.

Jack twitched and smiled lopsidedly, one ear forward and one back, finding himself incapable of answering.

*

As they exited the restroom, the sounds of laughter and music from the Grizzly's Den embraced them once more. The vibrant atmosphere of the bar seemed to amplify, creating an exuberant experience and a surprising and unspoken connection between Jack and Finn. Without a word, Greg slid a drink across the bar, winking at Finn, who flicked his ears and drank it down quickly.

Jack glanced at the ursine, who merely grinned knowingly and touched a claw to his forehead in a salute. The dimly lit bar became a backdrop for the unfolding dynamics between Jack and Finn. An eclectic mix of patrons, representing different species and backgrounds, continued to enjoy the warm, quiet ambiance around them.

As the night progressed, Jack and Finn found themselves seamlessly integrated into the diverse tapestry of the Grizzly's Den. From Jack's initial awkwardness from the restroom encounter quickly transformed into shared laughter, animated conversations, and a secret shared between the kangaroo and deer.

At last, closing time came, and Jack paid the bill, glancing over at Finn, who raised an eyebrow and gave him a mischievous smile.

“I'd like," Jack murmured, placing a paw on the fallows forearm. “To further examine these stories, if you're willing."

Finn's infectious grin spread wider. “Oh, which ones?"

Jack blushed, flicking his ears, then leaning across the small table. “All of them..."

*

Back in Jack's modest apartment, Finn looked around, then sat on the bed, leaning back and bracing his paws on the mattress, his smile from one ear to the other.

Jack took a moment, adding some ice to a large tumbler, and then pouring a copious amount of water into it. Swirling the ice, he set it aside and glanced over his shoulder at the young fallow.

“Just so you know," Jack muttered quietly. “Back home, I'd never imagine – just being able to be, well – me."

Finn bounced off the bed, walking over and sliding his paws around the kangaroo's hips, gently kissing and licking the back of his neck and shoulder. “Why can't you?"

Gently pushing the deer away, Jack slid out of his drizabone coat and hung it up, before he picked up his glass and drank half of the ice water in two quick swallows, before setting it back down.

“It's not... as easy as you'd think. Back home, I'm expected to be a man's man – dominant, masculine, treat the Sheila's like..." Jack sighed. “They'd not like me being, well, me – I play both sides of the highway... I always have had these feelings and..."

Finn moved forward, once again sliding his paws around Jack's hips and pulling him close, resuming his gentle nuzzles and kisses. “You've got to live... a lie – to fit in?"

“Mate, you don't understand - “ Jack sighed, tilting his head back and sweeping off his hat, dropping it onto the counter against which he leaned. “My people – our – people, aren't exactly welcome."

“Good thing..." Finn's paws began unbuckling the leather belt, unbuttoning the jeans, and sliding both paws inside, tenderly caressing and rubbing. “We're not in the outback then... Besides, I think you'll fit in, just nicely..."

“Very cheeky, young buck, what makes you think you can handle an aroused kangaroo?" Jack laughed quietly, feeling pleasure and comfort in Finn's touch and kisses.

Finn's paws began stroking sensuously, his slick tongue licking and lips ever so gently nibbling. “What makes you think I can't?"

As their intimacy continued, Finn expertly shed the kangaroo's shirt, kissing and nibbling his way down the furred, well-muscled chest.

“Strewth mate," Jack grunted, becoming more aroused by the second under Finn's caresses and licks. “Keep this up, I'll be flat out like a lizard drinking!"

Jeans were slid down furred thighs, leaving the kangaroo naked as the day he'd been born. His length stood proud and firm, twitching with urge and desire as he panted heavily. Finn grinned, stepping back to take it all in, as he pulled his light polo shirt off and then turned about, giving a shy, nervous glance back at the kangaroo.

“I haven't exactly been truthful myself," Finn whispered, as he slid his pants down his thighs, then stepped out of them and the frilly lace panties.

Jack, taking control, stepped forward, sliding his paws around Finn's chest and pulling him back, his firm length pressed against the fallow's upraised tail.

“You're going to bleat little doe, I know it - “ Jack growled playfully, nibbling Finn's shoulder.

“Mmm, more than you know - “ Finn nervously laughed, tilting his head to the side, before gently reaching up and sliding the kangaroo's paws downwards.

Jack willingly went with it, aroused and curious, before he blinked, then snorted in surprise, his leathery palms rubbing something his mind refused to acknowledge. With a startled gasp, he felt the fallow deer twist around, his paws resting on Jack's shoulders as he smiled lopsidedly.

“I'm not a buck, as you surmised..." Finn nervously laughed, looking down pointedly, then back up.

Jack blinked expecting to see testicles, a furred sheath, and a long, slender deer penis. What surprised him was the small, pale, and furless teats and udder of a feral-like doe. Beneath that, Jack was certain, was something that surprised and aroused him.

“I'm neither, I look like a buck, but I'm intersex. I have the genitalia of a doe, yet the musculature and physical appearance of a stag – of course, minus the antlers. I had those surgically removed when I first started growing them."

As Jack absorbed the unexpected revelation about Finn's anatomy, a moment of stillness hung between them, charged with a mixture of curiosity and arousal. The dim lighting in Jack's motel apartment cast a warm glow, accentuating the details of Finn's unique physicality.

Finn, with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability in his gaze, watched Jack's reaction closely. The playful banter that had filled the room moments ago, now lingered in the air, replaced by an unspoken understanding and a sense of nervousness.

Jack, collecting his thoughts, lightly traced his fingertips along the furless teats and udder, marveling at the softness beneath his touch. The revelation brought new layers of intimacy, challenging Jack's preconceived notions and expanding his mind into new and interesting possibilities.

“I can not conceive a fawn," Finn laughed nervously at the sensual touches and tickles. “Thankfully – so..."

With a startled squeal, Finn found himself propelled backward, then bodily slammed down on the bed, a panting and excited Kangaroo pinning him down, gazing into his eyes.

“Oh, little doe, you're going to bleat, I promise you..." Jack growled, kissing and nibbling his way down Finn's throat and chest, his claws gently kneading and massaging.

Finn began to squirm and giggle, then he gasped as he felt the warm lips and sensual tongue of the kangaroo ensnare one of the sensitive teats and suckle vigorously. Finn began to tremble and squirm, the kangaroo's paws pressing their leathery pads against the labial folds with intent and remarkable gentleness. Carefully, a finger was eased between the slick, wet folds, the pad on the fingertip beginning to twirl and apply pressure to the sensitive clitoral hood.

“Mmmph!" Finn gurgled, trying to arch his back, but the kangaroo's strong paw held him pressed down against the bed.

“Uh, uh, huh," Jack growled. “Good little doe's deserve to be properly...prepared."

Finn squirmed, moaned, and trembled, as the kangaroo did things to him, no-one ever had. Pleasure built on pleasure, the kangaroo's soft tongue working each teat, and the sensitive, smooth udder with amazing sensual licks and suckles. Each twirl of the leathery pad against the clitoris sent pulses of unimagined desire coursing through him.

“Patience, young doe - “ Jack murmured, tweaking the right teat with his claws, as he started nuzzling his way further down, his whiskers tickling as he brushed his nose against the slick folds. “you might not be able to conceive a fawn, but I'm sure you can..."

Jack's muzzle pressed hard, his tongue curling and swirling, lashing the pale tunnel with saliva and eagerness. It probed and sought out the individual bumps and ridges of the confines, before slashing vigorously once again over the clitoral hood.

Finn not only bleated like the doe he was, he bleated – loud, long, and piercingly...the first of his orgasms frying his mind and body. As the kangaroo's slender muzzle moved, Finn's body reacted, the labial walls slick and well lubricated, slicking down the kangaroo's cheeks. Each short, sharp panting breath brought Finn to the edge again and again.

After three and a half hours, countless orgasms beyond imagining, Jack grunted and lifted his muzzle, his tongue swirling over his slick, wet muzzle, a grin on his face before he looked down at the creamy lathered fur of the deer before him.

“Confirming that rumor - “ Jack snickered in pleasure. “Now little one, up – you'll get the treat you longed for... begged for..."

“Urgh," Finn moaned, quivering and feeling like jelly wrapped in a dappled fur coat. “I can't move -"

Jack snickered and gripped Finn by the forearms, pulling him upright, then easily sliding himself deep into the panting fallow's depths, before gripping Finn by the underside of the thighs and lifting him, holding him gently as the fallow's quivering arms draped over Jack's muscular shoulders.

“That's some buck..." Finn gurgled helplessly, feeling his body gripping the thick, powerful length that was inside of him.

Jack chuckled, pressing his slick lips against the fallow's, kissing long and deeply, as he moved them both almost effortlessly, towards the adjacent bathroom. Here, he dismounted, much to Finn's displeasure, as he turned on the shower, adjusting it accordingly.

Once again, Finn held his arms up, and Jack eagerly and willingly mounted once more, shuddering at the incredible warmth and slickness as he returned to sharing deep kisses and caresses – picking up the intersex fallow and stepping into the shower.

“Mmmph!" Finn grunted as Jack pressed him hard up against the wall.

With almost animal-like lust and thrusts, Jack began pounding the fallow with everything he had. Each lunge dismounted then slid back inside, the fallow's sweat-slick back slapping against the wall as he eagerly and willingly pounded like someone would knead the dough. Jack's panting thundered in the fallow's ears, each flick and twitch of the impressive penis within him, electrifying and arousing at the same time.

“You...won't...urgh...win..." Finn grunted and moaned, interlocking his shins around Jack's thighs, his paws holding tight. “Nobody has...ooh..."

Jack leaned back, angling the penetration differently, as he continued to rut the tail off the wheezing deer before he raised an eyebrow. “My dear, silly doe – you think this is my first time with a doe?"

Finn's eyes widened, and the smile spread across his muzzle spoke volumes, as he grunted, panted and bleated repeatedly. Finn was proven wrong, on multiple levels and ways...

*

The next morning, Finn, sprawled across the bed, aching in ways he'd never imagined, gurgled and shuddered helplessly.

Jack snickered and nibbled the back of Finn's neck, feeling the warmth from the deer against his body, then the last vestiges of their lovemaking a quivering echo in his body, before he dismounted and rolled over onto his back, his slick length dribbling the last of his semen onto the sheets.

Through the curtains, the morning sun crept its way across the floor, toward the bed.

“Never...doubting a...kangaroo...again - “ Finn's shuddering was uncontrollable.

Rising, Jack threw open the curtains and stretched, interlacing his fingers together as he held his paws up over his head, then leaned over, placing them on the counter, then the floor, his spine crackling.

“You weren't so bad yourself young one," Finn grinned, as he pulled open the mini-bar fridge and took a bottle of orange juice. “Let me rehydrate and shower, then I'm good to go again!"

Finn moaned and pulled a thick, soft pillow over his head, slapping his tail down and shuddering, a whimpering moan coming from beneath the pillow.

“Aww," Jack grinned, sitting on the bed and playfully stroking Finn's slick wet back. “What? You don't get to be a dominant buck down under, without some staying power and abilities!"

“No...please – I submit..." Finn's whimper come.

“Mate, I'm only up too - “ Jack placed a paw against the side of his muzzle, idly tapping his claws as he thought. “Number 41 of my list of questions about you deer... Only another fifty-nine to go!"

Finn's reply was low and unspeakable...

Jack finished the orange juice and snickered. He laid back and continued to gently stroke and caress the broken, exhausted fallow's sweat-slick back, adoringly tracing random patterns of the fawn spots.

END