[ZOO] - Not a Hog in that Trap
Story by Nachtfangen on SoFurry
Buck's a farmer living on his own but for his farm animals, but he runs hog traps to cut down on the overabundance of the destructive beasts.
When he gets an alert that a nearby trap has been triggered he goes to investigate, and find something altogether different in his trap.
This was written just to... write... to get something out.
Not a Hog in that Trap...
Buck awoke with a start when a short, sharp, trilling alarm pierced his sleep. He sat up and grunted, rubbing his eyes against the mostly dark, his room illuminated solely by the display of his clock, the moonlight angling in the windows of his bedroom, and the blinking red flash from his alert monitor. Swinging his legs off the bed he stood, stretched, and yawned as he shot his clock a glance. It read 1:17AM while the trilling, and blinking red LED, continued to mock him.
Shambling over to the alert monitor he picked it up and, closing one eye, swiped the screen to kill the alarm. The LED indicator ceased as well, instead appearing on the blinding white screen he peered at with only one eye. 14 traps, one triggered. Number seven was the only one that would sound, the other thirteen would only activate the light.
That was because number seven was just down the hill, he could go to it any time whereas the others would require his truck. The sound of claws clicking on heavy plastic faux hardwood flooring heralded a shadowy shape looming at the door, lent a ghostly pale luminescence by the moonlight through the windows. It whuffed curiously, a slow waving shape at one end revealing a tail.
“S’okay, Zeus.” Buck mumbled as he plucked a pair of sweat pants from the back of a chair after setting down the alert display. No sense bothering with the trail cameras on the pen, at night all he’d see would be vague shapes and shadows. “Gotta check something. You stay here.” The wusky whuffed softly, tail still wagging as Buck pulled on a warm flannel shirt. It was only fifty seven outside which was quite warm for a November night so he didn’t bother with a jacket.
His other wusky, Apollo, was sprawled out on the sofa dead to the world as he crossed through the living room to step into his boots at the door, Zeus following a few paces behind. Taking the .308 down from its rack on the wall he slung it over his shoulder and then slid his excessively large .50 calibre revolver into the holster on the same sling. Hogs were tough critters and he was not about to go totally unprepared in case some were not in the hog trap and still felt inclined to defend those that were. The rifle was for the ones in the cage, the hand canon for those that were not. If anything else the sound would send them running.
Considering trap seven was the smallest of them, a mere eight feet tall and wide and only twelve deep it was not likely many hogs would’ve crammed in before the door slammed down. That’s what triggered the alert that woke him up. He stepped out into the darkness and took a few moments to let his eyes adjust to the moonlight. He had a headlamp with a red lens to protect his night vision but only preferred using it for detail work. The lawn held no threats, other than over eager young wuskys underfoot, as he crossed to the gate in the tall chain link fence that surrounded his property.
That was to keep the wilds out of his land, particularly deer and the ever present, over abundant hogs he trapped on his land and his neighbors’. With a single backward motion of one hand he halted Zeus at the gate and slipped through, closing it behind him. “Patrol.” He said softly as he turned toward the dim path into the forest that sprang up, dense and wild, twenty feet beyond his fence. In the almost full moonlight it was not difficult to follow except where trees, despite being mostly bereft of leaves, created shadows too deep for the moonlight to pierce.
A couple hundred feet down the trail he saw the trees thin as he approached the clearing in which his number seven trap had been placed. A sharp snort off to one side halted him, his hand settling on the butt of his pistol. With his other hand he turned on his headlamp. Red light bathed the forest and, after a few seconds of scanning he spied twin orange motes gazing back at him, far too high above the ground to be a hog. As they stared at each other the reflected eyes rose slightly and then dipped, then came back up with another warning snort.
That’s when he realized it was just a deer, most likely a buck if it was trying to challenge him away. He was downwind enough the deer did not smell him so it was confused and trying to warn him away. Buck, however, could smell something; the rank, potent stench of buck urine heavy in the air. That was hardly unusual given the season and he did have feeders out, though none nearby, so he and others would have decent hunting. He would’ve expected bucks to be staking out their turf near those feeders to nab does wandering in, not near a hog trap full of discarded late season garden leftovers.
Deer liked those too, so maybe this buck got run away from the feeders to stake out territory elsewhere and was now close enough to be an easy shot from his fence line. Discounting the deer he turned and continued down the path into the clearing. He heard another snort, this from the opposite direction, but did not see its source. Two bucks, then, staking out territory.
Pausing at the edge of the clearing he listened. Other than the two bucks there was no sound abnormal for the forest in the high hours of the night. No squeals of foraging hogs, no louder squeals from whatever was in the trap. A hog stuck in that would hardly be silent, trying to smash, bite, or dig their way out squealing up a storm all the while.
No, the denizen of the cage, once he got close enough to make it out in the wan glow of his red headlamp, was no hog. It was a deer. A deer with no antlers; a doe. It stood within the confined cage and stared at his light, head rising and falling as she tried to make out what was approaching her. Probably lured in by the old apples and pumpkins he’d put in there as bait, Buck figured.
“Well, didn’t you get yourself into a pickle, young lady.” He said as approached the front of the cage. The doe’s head raised up, tall ears flicking up and forward at his voice, triangular tail springing up behind her as she retreated until she was halted by the back of the cage. She was adult, though not a fully robust mature one, by her size. Maybe a yearling, no more than two, judging from her height and general width. “Stay calm, there, and I’ll see about letting you out, girl.”
Moving up to the cage he grasped the door, which had been rigged open upward to fall once the plate in the rear of the trap was pushed down. Shifting it slightly to align the hinges along one side he took up pins dangling from short chains nearby to slip them into the side hinges. Once those were set he reached up to the top and pulled out the pins along the top with a few soft grunts of effort. He could hear snorts from the treeline behind and to one side but he only saw brief glimmers of eyes reflecting his light before they turned away. Under normal white light they would’ve reflected green, but against the red of his light they were merely orange.
Releasing the slam-locks Buck pulled the cage door open and stepped back, careful to keep it between him and the doe should she charge out the moment freedom was available.
But she did not. The doe merely stood there, alternating her gaze from him to the forest and back, ears twitching and tail flicking against the back of the cage. “Come on now, deer, let’s go.” Buck urged, giving the cage a gentle shake making it rattle noisily. She twitched, ears backing only for a moment before springing back up when her focus shifted to the forest again. Buck grumbled; he did not have all night to wait for her to make up her mind.
Circling around to the back of the cage, the red of his lamp turning the lush white fur of her rump into a pink glow far brighter than her front had presented. He gave her butt a firm poke with one finger through the heavy gauge wire of the cage. “Come on now, git.” He said and, when she didn’t move, poked her again. She merely took half a step forward, her tail flagged up at him, and stopped once more. Reaching through he gave her another firm poke with four stiffened fingers just to one side of the matted, glistening fur that defined what would have been the cleft of a human’s ass. She jerked forward briefly, twitching at the unwelcome prodding, her tail tucking a moment before springing back up. Tall ears waved and rotated, one back toward him while the other panned around like a radar dish before the other did as well.
“Oh, come on, girl, I don’t have all night.” He groused as she sidled to one side away from his hand. He drew his hand out, repositioned, and reached in to give another solid poke. The tail did not drop, the ear only came back when he spoke before resuming its alert scan of the forest. Somewhere a buck snorted, the crash and rustle of leaves as it pawed the ground giving away its location. His light flashed orange back at him when he turned to look. “Them bucks got you more spooked than a human?” He sighed with a shake of his head. “Sorry, girl, but you can’t hide from them in there. And you don’t make good sausage.”
Realizing it was going to take more drastic measures than a few pokes to budge her Buck circled back around to the front of the cage. She looked at him, then past him, craning her head to see around him where he blocked her line of sight. “Don’t you go rearin’ up, girl, I don’t want to go all MMA in that cage.” Of course she could not understand him but did not seem to be in a defensive posture, she did not even back up when he came around front again. Slowly Buck eased in to one side of the cage, which was plenty wide enough for the both of them. She would have easily been able to turn all the way around, or even rear up if she decided his presence was threatening.
Clearly she did not for all she did was roll one gleaming, dark hued eye at him, one tall scalloped ear twitching as it alternately focused on him and then back to the forest. Sidling along to stand near her forequarters he cautiously reached out one hand and rested it against her shoulder. Flesh twitched and her tail flicked but, other than that, she did not move. He tried to push forward against that contact, to urge her toward the open cage door, but she did not budge. She did not lean back against him, other than to counter the weight of his gentle urging, but did not budge beyond that. He let out an aggrieved sigh, earning a focused ear but nothing more, her attention was into the moon dappled darkness beyond her shelter.
“Oh, come the fuck on, girl, they’re going to be out there no matter how long you hide in here.” He used both hands to push but she merely braced her legs and leaned back, head lowering and rising in that pose of a deer trying to identify something ahead, both ears focused as a snort and antler rattle came from the darkness. Hands against her shoulder accomplished nothing and, since she had not tried one of those devastating sideways deer kicks, Buck decided to get a bit more extreme.
He moved toward the back of the cage, trailing one hand down one side of her back cautiously, like a horseman letting a skittish mount know where he was, and slipped in behind her. The upright white diamond of her tail was still up, flopping off to the side opposite his approach, the fur tinted pink in his light. Settling himself behind her he put both hands to her rump at either side of that tail, urging it up and to the center again, Buck pushed.
Her balance shifted forward slightly, then abruptly back, resisting his push. One ear rotated back but she did not turn her head. “Oh, fucking hell.” He groused, braced back against the rear of the cage and pushed again, harder.
Once more her stance shifted forward and then back, but not back enough to resist his efforts, but fully back, shoving him against the rear of the cage with her not inconsiderable weight braced by the better leverage of four hooves. Buck let out a grunt as his hands shifted to either side lest they be bent back at the wrists and the doe’s damp backside shoved solidly against his front. The upraised tail came up to his chest but her rump landed somewhere altogether further south, grinding hot, damp, and fur softened directly against his groin.
Her head came up high for a moment, both ears swiveling rearward but not backing flat, and her weight leaned heavily against his hips. As he repositioned his hands to try another shove she shifted side to side in opposition to each touch, grinding against his groin and, despite himself, Buck felt certain parts of his anatomy responding as the hot dampness seeped through his sweats which was all that stood between them, he had not bothered with underwear. He never did, when he was at home. That was only for going into town nearly an hour away.
He liked his rural remoteness, despite the rampaging hogs, occasional bear or cougar and, of course, deer. Most were mulies, big brutes somewhere between elk and white tails like the one earnestly trying to avoid going back out to be set upon by randy males. It was still early in the rutting season but this stubborn girl had apparently gotten so fed up with it she sought the dubious shelter of an even deadlier predator; man.
Stymied Buck simply stood there for several moments, pinned against the back of the cage, to consider the problem while the doe’s weight continued to shift slowly side to side against his rapidly awakening loins. He shifted his hands up onto the back of her rump above her tail and gave an experimental push. She shifted forward slightly and then back, firmly, electing a grunt from his as his stiffening manhood was ground solidly against his groin. “Okay, doe. If you’re sick and tired of those bucks out there, maybe a far bigger buck will convince you they’re the better option.”
He’d seen enough buck junk to know that he was considerably thicker than they were. An aroused white tail buck was only that thick nearest the very root of their very long, slender cocks. He was that thick for his entire length, if only half as long. Holding one hand flat upon her back above the flagged tail while his other hand fumbled the front of his sweats down. His eager manhood spilled out and came to rest in the shallow cleft of her backside but if the doe gave any notice of the change from fabric to flesh she did not give any response, her attention once again on the forest darkness.
Buck let out a pleased, sighing breath of pleasure at the hot, slick wetness of fur pressed against his erection, his own pre joining whatever it was the bucks had soaked her backside with; cum or saliva or their own offensive urine musk. Whatever smell she had, beyond the simple smell of deer, was lost under those other powerful scents. He leaned forward against her slowly, one hand on her back and the other worming its way down between her furry wet rump and his groin to shift his cock a bit. He had no idea how she was going to react at all, despite her current fixation on not moving forward despite a human behind her, but he figured aiming a bit high would probably not go over well. No doubt rut-stupid bucks might get the aim wrong rather often but he had no idea how does dealt with that. A buck’s mating lunge, a full body thrust that was so powerful does often collapsed to their knees under its force, was bad enough but to get it in the old nugget dispenser could not be pleasant for them.
He didn’t want to be that mean, nor did he want to get the shit kicked out of him either way, so he wanted to aim for the proper entry. That was easier said than done because she continued to push him back against the rear of the cage, haunches shifting slightly side to side, grinding against him, soaking his naked human flesh in the commingled wetness of her heat, at whatever stage it was, the bucks that had been at her before she found shelter in the cage, and his own pre.
Finally, after several slow minutes that threatened to push him over the edge despite the situation, he managed to get enough space between them to angle is cock downward. He sucked a breath in at the intense heat just of the damp fur as he tried to get himself lined up, the shifting doe doing little to aid the process, until his sensitive head felt the slick caress of hot, naked flesh. “Okay doe, if this doesn’t get you moving I’ll have to carry you.” He growled as he held his stiff length and eased forward.
He slipped right in, at least initially, parting the doe’s hot, slick outer petals easily. Her sidling side to side motions stopped abruptly, upraised tail flopping sharply to one side as both ears swiveled rearward. Despite the shallow intrusion she did not budge, her body suddenly going quite still as his blunt human head pressed against the tight clench of her entry. Buck eased his weight forward slightly, pressing firmly against the sick heat barring him entry. Then she moved, her weight shifting forward slightly to her hooves remained planted. “That’s it, young lady, just move forward.” Buck could feel her entry twitching against him, a very familiar sensation after so many years, and sucked in a hissing breath past clenched teeth. She resisted his urge to move, despite the growing pressure that threatened to bend his erection back.
Then, quite suddenly, the clenching relaxed and he sank a couple of inches into the hottest, tightest slick passage he could ever remember. He let out a chuffing grunt as she clamped down, her neck dropping even with her shoulders, head outstretched, ears splayed to either side as she let out soft, low rumbles in time with the powerful contractions grasping at him. As each firm grasp eased he sank in just a little further, having to release his cock and move his hand out of the way to the back of her haunches.
“God,” He wheezed, “fucking… damn, you’re tight, girl.” He shifted both hands to either side of her haunches, where a buck’s legs would fall when they mounted. The clenching continued, increasing in pace as the soft rumbles became strained grunts. The doe shifted her weight forward for a moment, and then abruptly back once more. Buck let out a sharp grunt of his own as he was once more shoved against the back of the cage and his entire length speared her until the doe’s rump pressed hard against his groin. The firm clenches became rapid flutters, the grunts a low, strained bleat. He saw the doe’s flagged tail shuddering as a sudden wash of heat gushed across his balls and spilled into the sweats bunched around his thighs. The sudden explosion of smell that rushed to his nostrils was sharp, pungent, and not particularly pleasant at all.
But the hot grasp rippling along his cock was beyond merely ‘pleasant’, it was heavenly. With her weight pressing him back against the back of the cage he could do little but maintain his grip forward of her haunches, feeling how her sides heaved and quivered but she did not move to extricate herself from his girthy human spear. After a few blessed moments of delightful torture the pressure on his cock eased, if only slightly, and her weight lifted a bit from his hips but, again, only slightly. Her head remained lowered, even with her shoulders, ears splayed to either side. Buck shuffled a step forward, plunging the inch or so her shift of posture granted back into the slick furnace that embraced him. She let out a soft, windy bleat but did not shove back, merely giving a firm clench upon him. “Come on, girl, let’s move forward a bit.” He breathed, stroking the fur of her haunches as he continued to shuffle forward, inch by inch.
At length her shuddering legs capitulated and she all but staggered a single step forward, then pressed back firmly but Buck was ready. He braced and leaned forward so that she did not move him back again. He continued to embrace her haunches as a buck might, fingers stroking at the short pelt under them, as he shuffled forward. Her tightness held him at the edge and only his dogged intention of getting her out of the cage kept his mind distant enough he did not bust a nut right there.
He continued to push his weight forward, resisting her rearward intentions, shuffling one foot after the other. Each time her legs stepped forward to regain her balance he nearly pulled out only to have her shove back and thrust him solidly into her once more. Each time white motes swam in his vision and his balls churned taut but his orgasm was held - just barely - at bay.
After five awkward, stumbling steps she stopped completely, shifting back to plunge him deep as her hot cervine depths once more fluttered and clenched. Her tail quivered, her sides heaved, and her quiet, rolling grunts became a rumbling bleat as more pungent wet heat poured forth to drip from his balls into his hopelessly sopping sweats.
Her noises, and probably the sudden intensification of her scent, was driving the hitherto hidden bucks into lust addled fits in the darkness. He could hear them thrashing the undergrowth with their antlers, the scraping rustle of hooves in fallen leaves, and the furious snorts of challenge. How dare this two legged buck stinking of human and wolf come into their domain and mount their doe! When Buck hazarded a glance away from the rose hued fur of the doe’s rump, and the flesh of his cock disappearing into the glistening, stretched petals of her sex Buck could see one of them not far away at all.
The buck, a six or eight pointer, was a mere twenty feet away, head held high and tall ears pinned as he gave a challenge snort. When Buck’s light shone upon him the buck lowered its head and shook its antlers toward him, pawing the turf with one hoof. A shadowed gleam below its belly revealed it was horny as fuck and beyond eager to take what Buck was enjoying. “Not this time, bud.” Buck chuckled breathlessly as the doe’s spastic clenching slowed once more. “Maybe later.”
He had to suddenly scramble, tightening his grip around her, when the doe took a full step forward, his cock almost slipping free. After one step she halted and shoved her weight back solidly enough to make him grunt when he slammed into her again. Her sopping depths clenched mightily for a moment before she took another step, Buck doing so as well, stopped, and shoved back, his cock burying itself deep into her with wet, flatulent squelch and spatter against his balls and inner thighs.
Finally a step beyond the cage Buck forestalled the doe’s next step forward with a tighter grasp about her haunches. Her ears rotated back and she turned her head as Buck drew back and then thrust forward. The time for holding back was back at the open door of the cage and his balls demanded immediate surcease from the torture. When he drew back and thrust again she grunted a deep chested bleat, naked human balls meeting furry cervine rump with a wet splat before he drew back to thrust again, eliciting another low rumbling bleat. He felt her beginning to flutter around him again, her sopping passage tightening down anew with each thrust. Then her soft grunts became a longer, shuddering, protracted half-groan half-bleat as he plunged in and held her firm as his orgasm exploded.
The red wash of the headlamp lit forest washed white for a moment as the intensity of his orgasm, and the responding tight, fluttering clench upon his cock reached crescendo simultaneously. More wetness poured across his balls as his cock jerked and pumped the contents of his balls deep into the doe’s hot embrace. He was not long enough to plumb her womb but more than deep enough, apparently, to hit her triggers as much as she was hitting his. Her fluttering massage milked greedily at his orgasm as his legs became jelly and only his weight over her rump kept him upright. After several long seconds that felt like hours his orgasm faded to a few desultory twitches and he fell a step back, cock slipping free with a noisy gush of glistening wet his light put no color to other than pink. The doe staggered a pace, bereft of his weight, but did not immediately retreat to the cage. She merely stood there, tail aloft, glistening sex twitching and dripping beneath her upraised tail.
She turned her head to look back at him as he swayed, trying to gather his wits, holding the open door of the cage with one hand while he regained his balance. He moved to drag up his sweats only to find them as sopping as the doe’s backside so decided not to bother. Moving gracelessly to one side while the near buck snorted again, echoed by another not yet visible in the forest on the opposite side of the clearing, Buck eased the cage door shut. The doe merely watched him, her tail slowly settling over her well used rump. Buck set the latch, he would come during the day to re-arm it, and turned toward the path. The cage was clear, the doe was free, and he desperately needed to throw his reeking sweats into the wash before taking a shower.
When he shambled past the doe moved in and pressed her shoulder against his hip, keeping in step with him but watching the nearby buck, one ear turned toward the unseen second. When the buck snorted her ears went flat back and she snorted right back.
That was it, as far as the buck was concerned. Not only had some two legger without antlers barged into is domain and mounted his doe, he had turned her against him! With a couple of furious paws at the ground he moved toward the pair, head down, antlers leading. It was not an outright charge, it was a threat display, Buck knew. If it meant to actually engage it probably would have reared, as Buck was already ‘rearing’ on two legs. Quickly bending he scooped up a fallen branch. It was stout, a couple of inches thick, but old and dry. When the buck got closer he gave a sharp swing at those antlers. The small branches of his weapon snapped off but the buck quickly sidestepped and retreated, head coming up, confused that the opposing buck had been able to reach out and return the challenge of locking horns from so far away and without antlers at all!
Bowing its head but keeping it high it stomped in again, only to be rebuffed once more, but a harder thwack of the branch that snapped off more dried twigs. Buck turned to back toward the path and the doe stayed in step, weight pressing against his side. When the deer finally moved in for an actual horn lock, rearing up and canting its head to one side for the downward plunge that would bind or overwhelm this interloper Buck turned the branch, grasped it with both hands, and stepped in. The buck’s antlers caught on the branch, which held while shedding more small twigs, and Buck was able to forestall a very injurious, if not lethal, goring. Turning square to the buck, still held up on its hind hooves by his branch in its antlers, Buck beat its forelegs to the punch. Before they could start flailing and catch him with those sharp cloven points Buck swung a foot up for the dangling length of cervine maleness flopping below its belly.
His booted foot connected squarely between the buck’s rear legs and a pained bleat blasted hot deer breath into his face. The buck immediately fell back, tossing its head and mincing about. It had never been so assaulted before! A buck challenged his rack, not racked his balls! With a furious snort it came in once more, head level with its shoulders and antlers leading, but did not rear. Its masculinity was still smarting from whatever the enemy buck had just done. Once more Buck used the branch as an impromptu shield, angling it to catch the buck’s antlers, but he was pushed back. The buck weighed more than he did, was pissed, and had four legs for leverage.
And then the second buck finally appeared from the shadows behind the aggressive one. It was bigger, its rack wider and with more points though Buck was not up to counting. It snorted and paced, eyeing the tableau of the deadly human, the doe it had been pursuing pressed close to the human’s side, while the buck he had been trying to run off was taking the fight to the deadliest of their enemies. A cat or bear could be poked with horns or slashed with hooves. A pack of wolves could be avoided or outrun. But a human could kill without touch, making sounds to rival the flash and roar when the sky dumped water.
No, the doe was lost to him. He had enough life experience to know what a human took it always kept. But all was not entirely lost. The burn in his loins could be quenched.
Buck quailed at the arrival of a new potential threat as the second buck strutted forward, head held high, and he fought to keep the smaller, more aggressive buck’s antlers at bay. He did all of this while retreating, one careful step at a time, toward the path. The damn doe leaning against him was not helping matters at all but he could not afford any action to push her away. Using his firearms was simply out of the question. First, he had to use both hands just to keep the branch between himself and those sharp points. Secondly the noise would send them all scattering and leave him, potentially, with a dead buck he did not have a hunting tag for. No way in hell the local ranger was going to believe it was self defense after he had just fucked the buck’s doe to get her out of his hog trap.
The newer, clearly older, buck watched the three of them as it stepped closer on a slow, circular path. The buck causing the fracas seemed to have utterly forgotten that it was not the only one after the doe, frustrated that it could not get anywhere near its challenger. Then it was reminded, rather profoundly.
Buck gaped in surprise as the larger buck sidled up toward the one he was fighting, as if choosing to enter the fray or not, and lowered its head to snuffle at the angry buck’s rear. That was not noticed by the younger, angry whelp. But when the buck shifted fully behind the other, lined itself up, and reared to step forward and drop heavily onto the younger buck’s haunches it certainly noticed. The tension in its neck tried to snap its head up but, entrapped by the branch, it could only lurch as the buck upon its back stepped forward.
And speared the younger buck directly under the tail it had held upraised in fury. Buck was shoved back a pace by the sudden forward shift and the buck he was fighting let out a loud, sharp, bellowing bleat. With its antlers entangled its head was bowed and it could do nothing. The younger buck’s entire body went rigid and then shuddered when the one mounting it shifted back, paused, and slammed forward again. Another bleat, another whole body shudder and its neck lost all tension, no longer challenging Buck but still held in place by his branch. Buck backpedaled quickly, almost falling over the doe, and hastened down the path. He heard another affronted bleat from behind but was not about to continue paying witness to its cause.
He reached the gate to his property less than a minute later and quickly opened it, surprised to find that the doe was right there, dogging his heels. He heard the quick rustle of grass beyond the fence, within its perimeter, as a pair of shadows moved swiftly closer. Standing at the gate he held out one arm, draping it over the doe’s neck as she tried to squeeze past him through the now open gate. Another bleat, long and strained, echoed up from the clearing down the hill.
“Zeus, Apollo, hold!” Buck enunciated clearly. The approaching shadows slowed and stopped fifty or so feet away. “Attend.” They moved forward, more slowly, the wuskys looking far more like their lupine mothers than their husky sires. Coming within ten feet, noses snuffing loudly at the potent reek of their master, and stopped. “Pack.” Buck said as the doe snorted and tried to retreat only to be stayed by the arm embracing her neck. “Attend! Pack.” Both wuskys circled slowly, keeping ten or so feet away on the inside of the gate, sniffing the air. After giving them a few moments to process Buck continued. “Pack. Protect.” Both had tasted deer before, but had never hunted one live though they’d tracked a few during hunting season. Now their alpha was demanding one be made pack, like the small birds that made noise and pecked, or the long eared rodents that stank. “Pack, protect.” Buck reiterated and both wuskys dipped their heads and withdrew a few paces. “Patrol.” They both glanced at him, then the doe, their wolfish eyes gleaming purple in the red of his head lamp. Then they turned and raced off into the shadows. Buck trusted that his commands would be heeded, though the doe might not think so.
He continued through the gate, the doe crowding in alongside him as if afraid to be left behind. He drew the gate closed and set the latch, wiping a hand across his sweaty brow before turning back to the house. He glanced down at the doe. “What to do with you, darling.” He said as he reached down to stroke a hand down the nape of her neck and between her shoulders. Flesh rippled under fur but she did not draw away, looking about the openness of his front lawn between gardens fenced solely to keep out digging wuskys and his always curious and nibble prone mare. She took a few steps forward, head up and ears swiveling about alertly, and then turned to look him squarely in the face, eyes lighting up orange. Buck reached up and switched off his head lamp, her eyes going black as she blinked at the sudden encompassing dark.
Buck could not see her very well either, despite the red hue protecting his night vision for the most part. The reflected orange danced in his eyes for a few moments and he blinked to clear his vision, starting at a sudden huff of hot breath at his groin. The doe had lowered her head and was investigating his unclad crotch with her nose, wafting breaths alternately hot and then cool. And then hot again as she closed that last inch and drew a long, hot, firm lick across his groin above his flaccid cock. Buck twitched in surprise and looked down, watching as she drew back and licked again just as firmly. “What the…” He huffed in confusion, suffering a third lick in the crotch between cock and hip. “Ah, salt.” There was certainly that in quantity; his own sweat, the leavings of her climaxes, and whatever the bucks had left in or on her now ground solidly into his shaven flesh. He let her lick, enjoying the warm, though almost too firm caress that missed nothing, even swatting his dick around as she worked to clean the salt away.
He rested one hand on her brow and she paused to lift her head slightly but when all he did was stroke lightly she went back to her eager salt collecting. After a few minutes he shifted his hand to one side, along her strong cervine cheek below one ear and scratched lightly with his blunt fingers. Her head moved away from the touch at first but then shifted back, angling into his gentle fingers as she dipped her muzzle almost between his thighs to clean his doe cum soaked balls and inner thighs. He brought his free hand up to the other side of her head and scratched beneath that ear as well, both of them splaying a bit, twitching only slightly at a distant buck’s bleat.
“Here, let’s try something new.” He said gently when she drew her head up to lick at the damp hem of his shirt. His grip on her head firmed and, for a moment, she tried to pull away but he held her gently until she calmed, ears twitching curiously. Her minutes of cleaning had left him in a pleasant state of arousal, hard but not extremely so, his mostly erect shaft standing toward her ministrations. Slowly, gently, he moved her head and she did not resist overmuch until his cock was lined up with her lips. When he eased forward to touch them with his blunt human glans she sniffed and lipped at it, then licked his tip eliciting a pleased sigh. “That’s the thing, girl, just the thing.” Holding her head he eased his hips forward a little more, pressing against her lips.
She pulled her head back slightly, stayed by the gentle grasp of his hands. If she pulled back more firmly Buck would let go, but she didn’t. After a few moments with the tip of his cock touching the wide pad of her nose her tongue came out to lick the pre from that pad and Buck slipped forward. He felt a brief moment of hard edges as his glans pressed against her short upper teeth but that lasted but a brief second before her withdrawing tongue drew him into her muzzle. With a grunt he sank in fully, his throbbing cock quickly coming to full hardness upon the stilled heat of her tongue. And then it moved, pressing firmly up against the underside of his tip, and slid downward before bucking up and drawing back, the doe swallowing noisily around his girth. She hesitated for several moments, unsure what to do with the salty spear in her muzzle, but then he felt the hesitant tension melt out from the jawline under his fingers. Her tongue rippled, sliding and drawing, and he let out a delightful moan. “Oh, yes, my darling, that is just… oh, so beautiful.” He groaned as his fingers stroked beneath her ears, his thumbs around the front of their bases as they splayed to the sides, her head tilting first one way and then the other, following the caresses of his fingers.
After a couple of minutes he felt her make short, abortive jerks of her head, very slight, testing her restraints so he let his hands slip away. She continued to suckle, ever so wonderfully so, bringing him near the brink of nutting a second time that hour, but she fully drew her head back before he did. He groaned in frustration but did not pull her head back down. Instead he watched as she backed up a few paces, her head high and looking him in the face now that his light was not blinding her. Then she turned about and presented her rump toward him, tail up and flagged to one side revealing the shadowed gifts it normally covered. As he stared she squatted slightly and a burst of dear pellets poured from the higher shadow in a rattling cascade. He stepped back slightly and, with a loud spatter, she added a glistening stream of pungent smelling piss that assaulted his nose from almost ten feet away.
“Oh, no deer, I am not about to take a whiff of that.” He protested, though with humor, when she looked back over her shoulder at him, both ears erect and focused on him. “I can smell it just fine from right here, thanks.” Moving forward at an angle well away from her rather noisome ‘come hither’ marking he waited to see what she would do.
Sensing his apparently slipping interest, though his ‘buckness’ continued to stand proudly from betwixt his legs though he walked like a buck rearing, the doe trotted forward several paces, once more positioning herself in front of him, tail high and to the side. There was no mistaking that signal, not the first time and certainly not the second. Once again she looked back at him with alert ears and her tail flitted to the opposite side as he approached. She let out a soft snort of invitation, head lowering even with her shoulders and ears rotating back as her rear legs shifted, splaying in a slightly wider stance. Her shoulders dipped, though only slightly, presenting her rump a little higher.
“Want a little more of what you got in the cage, do ya, luv?” Buck asked warmly as he stepped up and slid both hands over her haunches making her tail flick to one side and then the other. “After that nice muzzle of yours I’ve got just what you want.” Sliding his hands forward of her haunches he stepped in until his cock slid into the wet fur of her backside. He was going to have to wash that in the morning, he realized, because she positively reeked - mostly of randy bucks grinding their piss stained belly fur on her haunches while she was probably trying to escape them. His girth slid up the wet cleft and nudged under the root of her tail, squarely against her nugget dispenser but she didn’t sidle away, merely stood there with head lowered and rump raised. With one hand he guided himself down, once more feeling the slick heat of her thin cervine lips caressing his tip.
He eased forward, returning his hand to her hips, and pressed forward. Slipping into the vestibule of her sex was a smooth caress, coming up firmly against the twitching inferno of her entrance. He held there, putting a gentle pressure against her as he felt that hot pressure twitch a couple of times and then abruptly relax before his girth. He slipped in far easier the second time and her entire body shuddered, a long rumble boiling up from the depths of her chest as she stood fixed and let his girth slide ever so slowly into that grasping heat. Before he was even half way he felt the telltale flutter that presaged an all out clench and another gush of whatever it was passed for a doe’s orgasmic release. He gripped firmly into the hollows above her flanks and rode it out, grinding himself in even as he felt the furnace of her body clamp down tightly about him. Another warm rush against the underside of his cock and down his balls but it felt thicker, slicker, and did not smell nearly as pungent as her recent ‘lure’ left steaming a couple dozen feet to one side.
Buck bottomed out with slow, languid pleasure, luxuriating in the intense grasp of her inner embrace. After his earlier release he did not think he could rise again so quickly but her muzzle had revealed that worry to be false and her sex was something his lust could not deny. He bottomed out with a last firm thrust and held there for the long seconds it took her body to relax. Once the fluttering eased he drew back and, before he could thrust forward, he felt her weight shift and push back, meeting the forward roll of his hips with a whuff of damp fur and wet slithery noises from their joined bodies. The impact led to an easy forward shift of her weight as he withdrew, both reversing smoothly and coming together with another firm thrust.
“Ahh, you like that, don’tcha, luv.” Buck muttered as he found a pace that she seemed to most easily match and began mating her in earnest, far more slowly and undoubtedly far more gently than any four legged wild buck. Bodies met with soft, firm paffs of damp fur and wet, squelching sound of naked flesh against flesh. After half a dozen he felt the fluttering, heard her soft grunts at each thrust scale down into a deeper, groaning rumble when she clenched anew. He held himself fast, fully nested, feeling how her inner walls clenched and stroked against him, pulling at his length as a few desultory dribbles trailed down his balls to join the general ruination of his sweats.
He kept his pace sedate, his thrusts alternating between leisurely to savor the delightful feeling and firm when she began to press back more vigorously which presaged the slow fluttering build to a cock crushing orgasm. She was passing the fourth when his arousal could no longer withstand the marvelous, silken vice of her depths and he released with a heavy groan that mirrored her own orgasmic rumble. She seemed to notice right when his seed poured into her, the forward lean and rearward push stilling against him. Her passage massaged and grasped at him as he poured what little he had not given her the first time or recovered since. They held there, stilled, for some minutes before he withdrew and staggered back a pace, utterly spent and winded. The doe, as well, was quivering unsteadily on her legs, tail still held high and to one side as the glistening results of their passion dripped from the dark vertical shadow of her sex. The moonlight did not offer a good view and he didn’t want to bother with the light.
Zeus and Apollo sat not far away, two statues in the night, knowing not to approach their alpha in the midst of mating. They knew they would get their due and would be patient. The pack leader always needed time to recover and they would give him that. The newest addition to the pack did not seem to take much notice of them beyond a flick of one ear. She, too, was safe from their predatory nature, named ‘pack’ by the alpha and to be guarded.
After some moments the doe slowly, awkward on unsteady legs, turned and nuzzled against Buck’s groin, snuffling at the powerful scent of her own arousal and release upon him mingled with his own spent desire. She lapped at his maleness and, with a deft hook of her long tongue, drew it into her muzzle to savor the flavors as he had shown her how to do not so long ago. Her upright buck moaned softly and stroked her tall ears and around the bases where she found his touch pleasant. After only a few nursing suckles he used that touch below her ears to push her head gently back until his freshly cleaned pride slipped from her maw. “There, lovely one, let’s go easy. I’m flat spent and can’t offer you any more until later.” His hand trailed thrillingly down the back of her neck and shoulders where companion does would sometimes groom and bucks would nip unmercifully. This buck’s touch was gentle and caressing.
Buck stumbled past her, his legs still jelly after two powerful orgasms in the span of an hour, and the post-adrenaline crash caused by fighting another buck. The doe followed, equally shaky, her head down and sides heaving. Apollo ghosted forward and slipped up to Buck’s right side, interposing his presence between man and doe without any direct confrontation. The house was theirs; she would stay outside. Buck would find a place for her in the stable where the horse, also not allowed into the house, was kept. The doe shield back with a breathless snort of warning and Buck stopped, then came back. Apollo slowed, falling behind the human but still close.
Stroking the side of her jaw with one hand and her neck with the other Buck spoke with reassuring warmth. “You’re safe here, Darling. They will not harm you.” She bowed her head to look under her arm at the wolf-dog a few paces back as it simply stopped and then sat, tongue lolling. She sensed no predatory intent from it, nor the other one that still remained further away, watching with curiosity if anything else. “Be at ease, within my territory be at home.” With a last soft stroke of her neck he turned and resumed his trek up to the house. The doe stayed back, cautious of the four-legged hunters, and watched as he disappeared into his den.
After disposing of his noisome clothing in the washer and turning it on Buck took a quick shower to rid himself of the same smells before turning in. The clock read two-fifteen. Not even an hour since the alarm had jerked him out of his bed. When his head hit the pillow he knew nothing more until the light of day streaming in the window brought him up from the sleep of the dead. Zeus, asleep at the foot of the bed, bestirred himself and followed Buck into the kitchen where he set coffee to brewing.
Buck nosed the naked human’s ass, which the wusky knew quite well indeed, and earned a chiding snort from the barely awake human. “Be patient, you little horn dog.” Buck groused, rough voiced, as he gazed out the kitchen window. “I won’t leave you blueballed, don’t worry.”
Through the kitchen window he spied the doe near the back corner of his rear acreage, between garden enclosures, grazing on the last green grass of the season. Not very far away a black and silver lump in the grass was Apollo, probably napping though still alert. Buck would have to make a trip into town to pick up more hay and feed soon, he mused, as there was only enough on hand to see his mare, Dutchess, through the winter. He would also have to prepare her a stall in the barn. As he watched the svelte, fetching doe he spied two more deer out beyond the border fencing. Taking up a pair of field glasses from the sill of the window he peered at them.
Two bucks. He chuffed a laugh. They could still smell her, even see her, but couldn’t get to her. That had to be driving them into fits. As he watched the larger of the two ambled over to the other, bowed its head to sniff the other buck’s rump, and smoothly mounted. The smaller buck bowed a bit under the sudden weight but did not buck, kick, or bolt. It merely stood there, head lowering even with its shoulders, while it got well and soundly rutted. Buck could imagine the bottom buck’s bleat.
Well, looks like the doe wasn’t the only one who found a new pairing.
Finding his cell phone he picked it up and scrolled through his recent texts until he came upon ‘Doc Oc’. He composed a quick text to his veterinarian.
“Morning, Doc. Need a full workup, vaccs, deworm, delouse for a white tail, female, about 150lb or so. Inside the fence.” He hit send.
He was into his second cup of joe, still having not bothered with any more clothing than a pair of yard shoes when the phone chimed with a return text. “Oh? Be there after 2; on rounds. So, old Buck finally got himself a doe, eh?”
Buck laughed. As if two randy wolf-huskies and a mini mare were not enough.