A Fiz and Rut Christmas

rut-sicle,” he whispered. “hehehe.” rut shushed him. “be quiet, fiz,” he hissed. “we’re just grabbing food. nothing else. understand?”

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Antler to Antler - Part 1

New to the rut i see. bracken stands tall as he addresses him. bracken: i'm just... taking it all in. stag looks bracken up and down and snorts. stag: taking it in? a strong buck like you should already out there, duking it out for a doe!

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Antler to Antler - Part 2

The second buck walks away from the rut with a doe. bracken picks himself up, ready for another fight. he challenges another buck, easily sending him off, but then there's another, and another, the third one overcoming him.

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Antler to Antler - Part 3

Take this rut nonsense and leave me out of it. fern blinks a few times, thoughtful. bracken comes up to stand beside them. bracken: hi. mind if i stand here? fern: no, not at all.

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Antler to Antler - Part 5 (Revised)

**A/N - Normally I don't like to revise work I've already published, but because the intent of Antler to Antler was as a screenplay which I have yet to produce, the original posting was always intended to be viewed as a draft rather than the finished...

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Antler to Antler - Part 5

EXT. FOREST - DAY Bracken stares at a tree truck. Shifting his hoof through the dirt, he charges. He collides with the trunk, RAMMING it again and again. Wood SPLINTERS, sweat rolls down his face. Finally, the trunk gives way, and the tree falls,...

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Antler to Antler - Part 4

Leave this whole rut business behind us. fern: bracken? are you crazy? bracken: it's much better than you ending up with stag. fern stops. she looks at bracken seriously. fern: stag is a fine buck bracken.

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A Life in College: Back in the Rut

I groaned, rolling out of the warm comfort of my dorm bed. I really didn't want to get up, didn't want to leave the warm and inviting company of Zoe, the cheetah who had spent the night in my bed. But, it was Friday, and I had a class to get to. It was...

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This Lion is no king...

The sexy lioness moaned, paying less and less attention to her husband as dunlup sped up his rough deep rutting.

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Shoppin' for a punk...

Abarfo panted breathlessly, as he felt that clenched rut hole slowly surrendering it's self to his invading fucker.

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Building the stable...

The sexy little feline moaned in denial, even as his own body was eagerly pressing back into those brutal rut thrusts. quivering fuck hole taking the full length of the lustful horse's throbbing fucker, as the two of them bucked and rutted together.

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A Peter Gray and Simon King Christmas (story gift)

"rut," he said, "the next time your brother tries something, you're gonna tie him up, or so help me, i'll hang his tail from lady liberty herself." "will do," rut chirped in agreement.

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