FAWN.TXT - m/M - Semi-NC, Oral/Anal - March 19, 2002 By SwampRat (cl) 2002 Gay Furry Association A Fawn finds plenty of things to suck on The fawn lay in the grass, waiting. He had waited a Long Time it seemed, for his Mother, or an Aunt.. For that matter Anyone to come and find him. He had smelled the smoke and ran with his herd to safety, but had somehow gotten lost. Now he lay and shivered.. It was still warm but he was Hungry, and the grass he lay in didn't satisfy him. He heard something moving around, but the wind was in the wrong direction to tell what.. Until it padded up to him. A Wolf. But he wasn't afraid.. The wolf was Huge in his eyes, strong and handsome. "You are young to be alone. Do you not have Parents?" He nodded, "I had Sir, but I do not know where they are.." The amber eyes looked him over, and he did the same, curious about the long grey thing that hung between his legs with a pinkish crooked bit at the end. "Your thingie is showing, Sir.." He giggled, remembering his father's. It looked different, smelled different. He wondered if it Tasted different too. "What? Hey.." The wolf had no chance to say anything else as the young buck leaned over to nuzzle the pink thing. He sniffed it, then opened his small muzzle and sucked on it, hearing a yelp in return. But it was too late for the wolf to object by then - The fawn had sucked the head in, lips locked around it, deciding it was ok, but not as tasty as Deer-dick. 'Crap..' muttered the canine, ears back as his body took over starting to thrust at the hungry one's mouth. The fawn took him to the knobs which popped out making the wolf groan and hump, and cum so hard he damn near passed out! A thought came that this was somehow perverted.. but the continued suction soon made him forget about everything but the hot muzzle, draining his balls a second time.. "Stop. Enough.. Oh Crap..." The little buck ignored everything but the hot cock he sucked on until it's owner was laying over him, and he giggled, barely able to hold the weight up. Only when he could get nothing but moans did he relent.. It did taste ok, and gave a Lot of stuff. The wolf panted, trying to gather his wits.. What had he come over here for? Oh Yeah.. "Before you sucked me off so thoroughly I forgot what my name was, I came to warn you that the 2 leggers are coming. You may wish to hide in the woods." The fawn thought about it, but the recent danger was still too fresh. He wanted to be out in the open so he could spot his family.. Besides, the 2-leggers were no more than a bother. He thanked the wolf, who danced off to once side as the little buck moved his spotted muzzle towards the now limp male-meat dangling from his back legs. "No no, little one.. You will have to nurse from another." Panting the grey male loped off, shaking his head.. 'Kits these days...' The fawn stayed put, licking his lips, contrasting what he had just swallowed to his father's seed.. Both were good. but he would need More tastings to decide which he preferred. "Well, Hello little fellah... WHat you doing out here?" This one was Male, and had very little of the extra furs that many of the 2-leggers wore. The fawn allowed himself to be poked and prodded, too tired to protest. He Did notice when something poked his muzzle though. It was hiding in a strange sheath and smelled like salt. He licked it and the 2-legger stopped moving. He licked it again, now hungry for the salt and something else that was sweetish. Nuzzling the strange fur he bit at it, wanting this thing - whatever it was. He found a strange leaf-like thing and pulled on it, getting slapped in the face by a long worm. He jerked back, sniffing the fleshy thing.. Then opened his muzzle and sucked it in, licking at the sweat and sweet skin. His nostrils inhaled a musky odor, stirring him as well. A groan made him snort, but he wasn't about to stop, no matter How the 2 legger flailed around.. This piece of maleness was longer and Thicker than any head seen before.. And Tasted Soo Good! "Hey What the.. Stop!" Strong throat and muzzle combined to make the swollen balls give up their treasure, the fawn sucking roughly on the spurting dick, not so much in hunger as in pleasure.. So much stuff.. So sweet. Then salty.. So different from the others. he Had to have More! And he got it, as the 2-legger fell down in slow-motion, muzzle firmly clamped to the throbbing male-thing, coaxing another load from the nuts he nuzzled.. They smelled of male and salt and he wanted them in his mouth next.. But only after he was Done swallowing this new load of seed. Finally he could coax nothing out but some sweet liquid he eagerly drank, then nuzzled out the nuts so he could gently lick on them. They were big and fat and he sucked each one into his muzzle lovingly, cradling it on his tongue, before letting it slip out and taking the other to be cleaned of salt. More licks got nothing but gasps and weak movements, so he left the 2-legged male there in the grass, and re-joined his family who had been waiting for him a little farther on. * * * * The old buck stood on the ridge and watched the 2-leggers fumble and flounder. He knew they brought Death to some.. But also brought other things as well. He heard the wolves howling, both warning and direction.. The grey ones were Hungry. But whether for flesh or sex he wasn't sure.. So hard to tell with them. He, on the other hoof, knew Exactly what he wanted.. Let the other bucks beat themselves silly over does, while he would enjoy the looser's male-sap.. And sometimes the winners. Another howl... Followed with a long moan. Ah, so it Was sex they wanted. The smell of the males came strong to his nostrils as he made his way down the hillside, making his muzzle water at the idea of so many male-things to suckle on. A soft growl made his nuts swell a little.. The lithe yellow ones came also. Their claws were sharp on the flanks, their tongues raspy as they licked one's balls, their male-things hooked and so nice to feel deep under one's tail. He snorted.. He had better hurry or there would be no 2-legger's Left for Him to mate with... The End?