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A Wuskie's Woes

(C) Cederwyn Whitefurr

24th February, 2024

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This Week's Writing Challenge: ...but they had the same dream.

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

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Striker seethed, his fur from the back of his neck down to his fluffy tail standing upright, his pale paws clenching and unclenching in anger. The finals had pushed his team above and beyond even his loft ambitions and expectations until Hunter dropped the ball in the dying seconds – allowing their opposition to score the winning goal.

Far from his lover and others, Hunter, a young whitetail buck, stood in the corner of the communal showers. His antlered head bowed, one three-fingered hooved paw spread out on the tiles, before dragging themselves down as he shuddered and slapped the wall again and again. His frustration was painful and evident.

"Why, why, why..." Striker kept repeating to himself, reliving that moment again and again in his mind.

One by one, the fellow teammates left the showers, downcast at losing, but priding themselves and each other on how they had come together – inadvertently leaving the Wuskie and deer alone...

His dewlaps curling back, Striker stomped across the wet floor. Hunter's ears flattened then he bleated in fear as the pale paw of the Wuskie slammed against the tiled wall, right beside Striker's muzzle.

"You have any idea..." Striker snarled, his anger barely held in check as he pressed up against the quivering buck's back.

Hunter swallowed and kept his eyes downcast, unable to voice his thoughts for a moment, until he nervously glanced over his shoulder, his eyes wide. "Striker - "

With a shudder and a deep breath, Striker slapped his other paw against the wall, before he leaned closer and licked the shaking deer's nape. "It's...only a game -"

Hunter quivered, feeling something firming against his tail, as he quivered and braced his paws against the shower wall.

"I - " Hunter began, then he gasped.

Striker growled as he pushed his hips forward and up, mounting the buck, his paws grasping him by the hips. First was the penile tip, the veiny, sensual shaft that tapered towards the end – inch by inch working its way deeper – until the softball-sized knot was firmly pressed against the deer's rump.

"Be quiet little doe – or you won't get what you crave..." Striker's low, mock-threatening growl fluttered Hunter's left ear.

Hunter whimpered, his body trembling as his lover withdrew and thrust back inside him again, the knot being pushed harder and harder each time. His own lengthy, cervid penis was swiftly brought out of its sheath, achieving full tumescence as his prostate gland was repeatedly stimulated.

"You cost us the finals, doe..." Striker puffed. "What were you thinking? I've half a mind to not tie you..."

Stimulated and aroused, Hunter's mind swirled and reeled, his hooflets gouging at the tiles with clatters and clicks, his teeth grit painfully tight as the thick wolf-like penis brought pleasure – and mild pain - to him...then with a bleating moan, Hunter tilted his head back and the Wuskie's furred testicles slammed against his own, the mating tie achieved between them.

"Slut of a doe..." Striker panted, his fingers splaying out over the buck's hips and pulling him backward.

Hunter shuddered, flicking his wedge-like tail against his lover's belly as the ache from his rump slowly turned into a more pleasurable experience.

As the hot water cascaded over Hunter, who bleated and moaned helplessly, knowing he and his lover weren't going anywhere for a while, Striker growled and bit down on the junction of neck and shoulder, feeling the first of multiple orgasms spurted inside Hunter's body, the deer unconsciously squeezing his rectal muscles behind the tight knot.

"Nnngh - " Hunter bleated, his seed splashing against the tiles.

"Naughty Doe," Striker bit down harder, grinding his hips as hard against the deer as he could, then teasingly pulling back, feeling Hunter squirm and bleat loudly, triggering another, equally powerful orgasm from the deer.

"Eeek - " Hunter bleated, slapping his paws against the tiles, as his lover reached around, enfolding his length in one paw and tenderly caressing and rolling the furred testicles in the other.

"Only two? I must be losing my touch - " Striker snickered, licking from the buck's shoulder up to his ear, then sucking the tip of it as he continued to thrust with intent and pleasure.

*

The hot water cascaded down over them, washing away the physical and emotional grime of the match. Striker, having cooled his initial anger, stood close behind Hunter, his paw gently masturbating his lover, who groaned and danced from one cloven hoof to the other. The game was forgotten, in this sensual moment, as the Wuskie grunted and pulled Hunter back again, feeling the tight knot ease a little deeper.

"Urgh..." Hunter gurgled in pleasure, his tail frizzling out against his lover's muscular belly.

"Shush, slut - " Striker mock-growled, lipping up the outer edge of Hunter's ear. "You owe me for losing us the final..."

Hunter swallowed and moaned quietly, knowing he wasn't going to be going anywhere for the foreseeable future...

*

Hunter gingerly walked into his class, then timidly sat down, a weak whimper escaping him.

"Mr. Hunter, how nice of you to finally join us - " His vulpine lecturer glared at him.

As Hunter wilted under the glare he swallowed and opened his laptop. "Sorry sir. I got... tied up -"

"I can only imagine..." Came the contemptuous snort. "If you and Mr. Striker expect to pass your exams – mayhaps you spend less time exploring biology and more time studying?"

Students snickered, and some openly stared at the horrified and embarrassed whitetail. He wished he could vanish into the chair on which he sat, his inner ears reddening with embarrassment.

Hunter desperately tried to focus on the lecture, his ears still burning with embarrassment. The vulpine lecturer continued, occasionally shooting disapproving glances in Hunter's direction, making it increasingly challenging for him to concentrate.

Throughout the class, Hunter's mind drifted between the lecture material and the recent intimate moments he'd shared with Striker. The realization their private life had become a topic of gossip amongst their peers, both aroused and frightened him in equal measure.

As the class ended, Hunter gathered his belongings, avoiding eye contact with his classmates. He felt he needed to explain himself to the lecturer but was unsure how to approach the situation without making it worse.

Striker, who had a class of his own, met Hunter in the hallway. Concern etched his face as he noticed Hunter's distress.

"Hey, you okay?" Striker asked, gently placing a paw on Hunter's forearm.

Hunter managed a weak smile. "Just another day in biology lectures..."

Striker's frown deepened, then his mouth parted and his ears flattened in guilt and embarrassment. "Oh... We should focus more on our studies and prove them wrong. We've got this, only six more weeks and we graduate!"

Hunter laughed nervously, clutching his laptop to his chest. "If I don't bear down and put my hooves to the grindstone, it'll be_ flunk_ out for me..."

Concerned, Striker leaned close, then licked Hunter's ear. "Mayhaps... I'll find new ways to motivate a lazy doe..."

Hunter bleated in surprise and embarrassment, only exasperating it more as passing faculty and students turned to look at him for the loud, piercing outburst.

*

That night, Hunter lay sprawled belly down on a large towel, Striker kneeling behind him, sensuously easing his firm length in and out in a rhythmic manner of Hunter's rump.

"Urgh - " Hunter gurgled in lust and longing. "Such a...tease..."

"Less talking, more studying, or I won't bury my bone..." Striker growled, leaning forward and altering the angle at which he mounted Hunter.

Hunter bleated and quivered, then his ears flattened and he wrinkled his muzzle, feeling his orgasm soaking the towel and his belly. "Oh, yuck..."

"Really?" Striker laughed quietly. "I haven't even started on you, you're more wound up than... oh... Damn it Hunter, why didn't you tell me!"

Hunter giggled helplessly, flicking his ears and shuddering. "You lost track of the months, again? Yes, my love, it's the rut – a cruel, frustrating time for we deer – of both sexes!"

Striker sighed, continuing his gentle lovemaking, shivering with lustful thoughts and urges that flooded his mind. "Except for willing does like you... now, get your nose buried in that laptop, you fail college – what will happen to you?"

Hunter rocked his hips from side to side, then glancing over his shoulder, he smirked, his eyes crinkling and the tip of his tongue poking out, before he thrust himself back then bleated – Striker's knot shoved inside him and locking stag to Wuskie as Striker moaned helplessly.

"Cross that...urgh, you're such a beast..." Hunter squirmed, then humped the bed repeatedly before he bleated again, another orgasm striking him with its nerve-electrifying force.

"Freaking doe's, I swear..." Striker panted, bracing his paws on either side of Hunter's arms, as he shuddered in pleasure. "You did that intentionally..."

Hunter panted and moaned beneath him, both aroused and hurting at the same time, flicking his tail playfully against his lover's stomach once again.

"So... urgh... worth it..." Hunter wheezed.

*

The next morning, Hunter straddled Striker's groin, the stag's tail flagging wildly against the Wuskie's furred testicles.

"Quit... it..." Striker gurgled, his muzzle open and tongue lolling, as he panted and shuddered helplessly. "I'm not a buck!"

Locked firmly together, the swollen knot pulling and stretching following Hunter's movements, the stag grinned and looked down at his lover, playfully kneading his muscular chest with his hooflets.

"You know - " Hunter murmured, leaning forwards as he kissed the panting Wuskie on the leathery nose. "I had the most wonderful – urgh..."

Hunter's spine crackled as he arched it inwards, his head tilting back as he really bleated, the loud, piercing cry rattling the glass door to their shared balcony.

Striker huffed and slammed himself as hard as he could, driving his soft-ball-sized knot even deeper, feeling the stag's body convulse. With a loud, drawn-out whine, Striker's trapped length throbbed again and again. He ejaculated in at least a dozen, powerful explosive spurts deep inside the gasping whitetail – the best orgasm either of them had ever experienced.

"Urgh..." Hunter moaned, his eyes wide, ears flat and pelt slick with sweat, the strong scent of musk overpowering his sense of smell. "What was that..."

Striker managed to get enough saliva into his mouth, to speak in a hushed whisper. "You were saying you had... a lovely dream... I know, I shared the same dream... you were in it."

Hunter collapsed down onto Striker, panting and shaking, his heart pounding in his furred chest, as Striker gently cradled his exhausted lover close, licking his neck adoringly.

"Now..." Striker panted heavily, his own heart rate fluttering wildly. "I'm in you..."

*

For two hours, they cuddled, kissed, and expressed their love and affection, before Hunter finally rose, feeling the semi-deflated knot tug at him, then with a wet slurp, slide free and slap against Hunter's belly.

"Urgh, that feels...almost as good... as being tied." Hunter wheezed as he stumbled and fell muzzle first onto the bed, his rump aching and his body fulfilled.

Striker lay where he lay on the floor, casually putting his paws behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling.

"Uh...love?" Hunter whimpered, as he sank to his knees and glanced over his shoulder. "You can get up... right?"

With a sheepish grin, the Wuskie lightly shrugged his shoulders. "Sure..."

Sceptical, Hunter stood, bracing his paws against the bed as his quivering legs almost refused to hold him. "Are you... lying to me?"

Giving a nervous snicker, the Wuskie merely wagged his tail against the carpet, turning his gaze on his confused and frowning lover. "Uh...maybe? My back's gone on me..."

END