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Sighing again, the wisps of steam creating a wreath around the elder Buck's head, he shook himself and watched as his yearling son rolled over and back to his hooves.\n\n \"No, my son,\" Sighed the elder in growing frustration. \"You're a yearling now – and oh, how you've grown...but you're still learning son...that was a good effort...\"\n\n Rising, the younger buck sneezed, clearing his nostrils then lowered his head and adopted the stance – head lowered and front legs stretched out and locked. Standing before him, his sire watched on with interest and nodded his proud, regal head and a smile touched the corner of his lips, as he lowered his own head – the fourteen razor sharp tines of his antlers glintitng in the dawn light, before he braced himself and nodded once.\n\n Again, the young yearling lunged forwards and butted his head against that of his father – who intentionally lifted his head to save the young buck from injury, and the yearling's forehead clacked sharply against that of his sire, who grunted and smiled.\n\n \"Good, very good, but you're still too impulsive – you didn't watch your footing and...\" With a toss of his head, the elder stag sent the yearling head over tail again and stood over him, staring down and his hot breath washing over the young buck's face. \"Once again, you're on your back – and you're vulnerable...\"\n\n With a snort, the Elder buck leaned down and pinned the young yearling to the ground with his antlers eitehr side of him, favoring the timid young buck with a stare, before he smiled and gave his son a long, sensual lick from throat to chest.\n\n \"I'll never be a dominant Stag - \" Sniffled the youngster, then giggled at his fathers soft, tender tongue tickled him.\n\n \"You will – because you are my son...\" Whispered the elder, as he lifted his head and smiled. \"Now, there are other lessons you will need to learn, but that is enough for today my son...\"\n\n Stepping off his fawn, the elder stag shook himself then reached out with his neck and nipped some fresh buds off the tree and chewed thoughtfully, whilst he kept a watchful eye over his young progeny. Still quite thin and lanky-legged, the young buck squirmed and rolled back over, then climbed to his slender, delicate cloven hooves. A ripple ran through his father as he cast his gaze along the young Buck's effeminate form and he sighed – the hot breath washing over his son and across his tail – almost instinctively, his son's tail flicked upright like a flag and the elder's breath caught in his throat.\n\n \"Something wrong father?\" asked the yearling, as he turned about and his compassionate brown eyes gazed into the eyes of his father.\n\n \"No...\" Come the husky reply, as the elder stag glanced away and shivered. \"You...you remind me so much of your mother...but we must put our past behind us, for what is passed has passed, and I've taught you well to remember your past, but do not let it control you...you are my son, and as such, there are – expectations and obligations placed upon your young head...if you are to one day care for the deer of this forest...\"\n\n \"I - \" Stammered the yearling, then twisted away and blinked away the salty tears that formed in the corner of his eyes. \"I miss her - \"\n\n With a gentle nuzzle, the elder comforted his son and nodded. \"I miss her as well – more than I can ever tell you my son, now...enough with this...go off and find your friends, I know you want to enjoy this beautiful spring day...\"\n\n Giving his father a return nuzzle, the yearling nodded and bounded off – his sadness and guilt forgotten in a heartbeath, filled with exuberance of youth and happiness only the young can express – whilst the elder sighed and resumed grazing – but not without another quick glance at his offspring's rump – that slender tail raised and flagging...and he swallowed the leaves half-chewed and shook his head.\n\n \"I was never that young...\"\n\n*\n\n After a day spent playing with his young friends in the forest, the yearling was feeling fulfilled and exhausted, so he made his way back towards where he and his sire bedded down, beneath a rocky overhang littered with old leaves and mosses, when he heard a sound that made his black tipped ears prick forwards. It was a sound he'd never heard, yet a part of him – something instinctive – awoke inside of him and despite his fathers warnings, the young stag gave into his curiosity and crept cautiously into the thicket. His dappled body rippled as trembling seized him, but his curiosity was overcoming his fear and he slipped to his belly and crawled closer – before he could see through the branches...\n\n*\n\n In the thicket, well sheltered and shaded, two young buck's nuzzled and rubbed against each other, whilst the yearling held his breath and watched with interest. One moved behind the other, then nibbled at his rump and tail, before the younger of the two twitched and ever so slowly, his tail lifted up until it was horizontal with his body. With a grunt, the older stag nuzzled at the tail and then under it, his long slender tongue licking and probing – making the younger one squirm and slowly crouch with his hind legs bending and his tail lifting.\n\n*\n\n \"What are these two - \" Come the thoughts to the yearling, as his eyes widened and he kept watching.\n\n*\n\n With a tremble and a squirming gesture, the younger buck crouched even lower and the elder one licked up from the underside of the tail to the tip, before he tilted his head back and made some obscure gesture with his lips – before he quivered and beneath his belly, his sheath swelled and retracted, the pale slender length exposed to the late afternoon breeze – which made him shiver.\n\n*\n\n Watching on, the young yearling's ears pricked forwards and he kept quiet, confused by the actions of these two elder bucks, yet finding he could not tear his eyes away from the actions of them both.\n\n*\n\n Again, the more dominant stag nuzzled the younger ones tail, who made a soft, gasping grunt, before the elder one nudged him again – then in one quick move, reared and slipped his front legs over the hips of the younger buck and began awkwardly thrusting his hips and tightening his grasp. With a squeal, the younger Buck trembled and braced his forelegs wider apart and tilted his head back, giving unrestricted access to the back of his neck to the dominant stag – who tenderly began licking at the younger stags neck and shoulder – carefully edging forwards then at last – just as he found the right position, he trembled and froze for a moment – before lunging forwards in a surprisingly strong motion and then instantly dismounting, the younger stag driven to his front knees and a sharp grunt torn from his throat.\n\n Still twitching, the penis of the elder stag dribbled some sort of liquid from the tip, as he shuddered from eartip to tail, then nuzzled the younger Stag, who coughed softly and tenderly returned the gentle affections.\n\n*\n\n Perplexed and bewildered, the young yearling blinked serveral times, not understanding what he had just witnessed – before he shook his head and remained quiet, until the two elder deer moved out of the thicket and back into the forest. Something, something – intangible and confusing stirred in the back of the youngsters mind, but as he mentally groped after it, it slipped away. With a shiver, he crept out of his hiding place, then shook himself off. With a started gasp, he glanced at how low in the sky the sun was, then turned and fled down the paths and trails – knowing how upset his father would be if he come back to their bedding after dark....\n\n*\n\n With an irritated flick of his ears, the Stag snorted, then glared at his son who skidded to a halt on the leaf litter and loamy soil, his flanks wet with sweat and a fine foam flecking his lips.\n\n \"What – did I tell you about...\" Roared the Buck, his anger building as he rose to his full height and towered over the yearling.\n\n \"Father – I - \" Sniffled the yearling, flattening his ears and crouching, his front legs folding as he bowed submissively to his Sire.\n\n As suddenly as it come, the elder's anger was gone, and he sighed then nuzzled the yearling gently.\n\n \"Son, I've spent my time and effort trying to educate you, and keep you safe – there is a reason I do not want you out after sunfall – its not safe, many a young foolish Deer has vanished from our woods because they broke our curfew...none have ever returned. Is this something you want to happen to yourself?\"\n\n \"No, father - \" Sniffled the yearling, and nuzzled his father back gently.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": " With a snort, the Stag stared down at his son, who lay sprawled on his back, long slender effeminate legs splayed out.  Sighing again, the wisps of steam creating a wreath around the elder Buck's head, he shook himself and watched as his yearling son rolled over and back to his hooves.

 "No, my son," Sighed the elder in growing frustration.  "You're a yearling now – and oh, how you've grown...but you're still learning son...that was a good effort..."

 Rising, the younger buck sneezed, clearing his nostrils then lowered his head and adopted the stance – head lowered and front legs stretched out and locked.  Standing before him, his sire watched on with interest and nodded his proud, regal head and a smile touched the corner of his lips, as he lowered his own head – the fourteen razor sharp tines of his antlers glintitng in the dawn light, before he braced himself and nodded once.

 Again, the young yearling lunged forwards and butted his head against that of his father – who intentionally lifted his head to save the young buck from injury, and the yearling's forehead clacked sharply against that of his sire, who grunted and smiled.

 "Good, very good, but you're still too impulsive – you didn't watch your footing and..." With a toss of his head, the elder stag sent the yearling head over tail again and stood over him, staring down and his hot breath washing over the young buck's face.  "Once again, you're on your back – and you're vulnerable..."

 With a snort, the Elder buck leaned down and pinned the young yearling to the ground with his antlers eitehr side of him, favoring the timid young buck with a stare, before he smiled and gave his son a long, sensual lick from throat to chest.

 "I'll never be a dominant Stag - " Sniffled the youngster, then giggled at his fathers soft, tender tongue tickled him.

 "You will – because you are my son..." Whispered the elder, as he lifted his head and smiled.  "Now, there are other lessons you will need to learn, but that is enough for today my son..."

 Stepping off his fawn, the elder stag shook himself then reached out with his neck and nipped some fresh buds off the tree and chewed thoughtfully, whilst he kept a watchful eye over his young progeny.  Still quite thin and lanky-legged, the young buck squirmed and rolled back over, then climbed to his slender, delicate cloven hooves.  A ripple ran through his father as he cast his gaze along the young Buck's effeminate form and he sighed – the hot breath washing over his son and across his tail – almost instinctively, his son's tail flicked upright like a flag and the elder's breath caught in his throat.

 "Something wrong father?" asked the yearling, as he turned about and his compassionate brown eyes gazed into the eyes of his father.

 "No..." Come the husky reply, as the elder stag glanced away and shivered.  "You...you remind me so much of your mother...but we must put our past behind us, for what is passed has passed, and I've taught you well to remember your past, but do not let it control you...you are my son, and as such, there are – expectations and obligations placed upon your young head...if you are to one day care for the deer of this forest..."

 "I - " Stammered the yearling, then twisted away and blinked away the salty tears that formed in the corner of his eyes.  "I miss her - "

 With a gentle nuzzle, the elder comforted his son and nodded.  "I miss her as well – more than I can ever tell you my son, now...enough with this...go off and find your friends, I know you want to enjoy this beautiful spring day..."

 Giving his father a return nuzzle, the yearling nodded and bounded off – his sadness and guilt forgotten in a heartbeath, filled with exuberance of youth and happiness only the young can express – whilst the elder sighed and resumed grazing – but not without another quick glance at his offspring's rump – that slender tail raised and flagging...and he swallowed the leaves half-chewed and shook his head.

 "I was never that young..."

*

 After a day spent playing with his young friends in the forest, the yearling was feeling fulfilled and exhausted, so he made his way back towards where he and his sire bedded down, beneath a rocky overhang littered with old leaves and mosses, when he heard a sound that made his black tipped ears prick forwards.  It was a sound he'd never heard, yet a part of him – something instinctive – awoke inside of him and despite his fathers warnings, the young stag gave into his curiosity and crept cautiously into the thicket.  His dappled body rippled as trembling seized him, but his curiosity was overcoming his fear and he slipped to his belly and crawled closer – before he could see through the branches...

*

 In the thicket, well sheltered and shaded, two young buck's nuzzled and rubbed against each other, whilst the yearling held his breath and watched with interest.  One moved behind the other, then nibbled at his rump and tail, before the younger of the two twitched and ever so slowly, his tail lifted up until it was horizontal with his body. With a grunt, the older stag nuzzled at the tail and then under it, his long slender tongue licking and probing – making the younger one squirm and slowly crouch with his hind legs bending and his tail lifting.

*

 "What are these two - " Come the thoughts to the yearling, as his eyes widened and he kept watching.

*

 With a tremble and a squirming gesture, the younger buck crouched even lower and the elder one licked up from the underside of the tail to the tip, before he tilted his head back and made some obscure gesture with his lips – before he quivered and beneath his belly, his sheath swelled and retracted, the pale slender length exposed to the late afternoon breeze – which made him shiver.

*

 Watching on, the young yearling's ears pricked forwards and he kept quiet, confused by the actions of these two elder bucks, yet finding he could not tear his eyes away from the actions of them both.

*

 Again, the more dominant stag nuzzled the younger ones tail, who made a soft, gasping grunt, before the elder one nudged him again – then in one quick move, reared and slipped his front legs over the hips of the younger buck and began awkwardly thrusting his hips and tightening his grasp.  With a squeal, the younger Buck trembled and braced his forelegs wider apart and tilted his head back, giving unrestricted access to the back of his neck to the dominant stag – who tenderly began licking at the younger stags neck and shoulder – carefully edging forwards then at last – just as he found the right position, he trembled and froze for a moment – before lunging forwards in a surprisingly strong motion and then instantly dismounting, the younger stag driven to his front knees and a sharp grunt torn from his throat.

 Still twitching, the penis of the elder stag dribbled some sort of liquid from the tip, as he shuddered from eartip to tail, then nuzzled the younger Stag, who coughed softly and tenderly returned the gentle affections.

*

 Perplexed and bewildered, the young yearling blinked serveral times, not understanding what he had just witnessed – before he shook his head and remained quiet, until the two elder deer moved out of the thicket and back into the forest.  Something, something – intangible and confusing stirred in the back of the youngsters mind, but as he mentally groped after it, it slipped away.  With a shiver, he crept out of his hiding place, then shook himself off. With a started gasp, he glanced at how low in the sky the sun was, then turned and fled down the paths and trails – knowing how upset his father would be if he come back to their bedding after dark....

*

 With an irritated flick of his ears, the Stag snorted, then glared at his son who skidded to a halt on the leaf litter and loamy soil, his flanks wet with sweat and a fine foam flecking his lips.

 "What – did I tell you about..." Roared the Buck, his anger building as he rose to his full height and towered over the yearling.

 "Father – I - " Sniffled the yearling, flattening his ears and crouching, his front legs folding as he bowed submissively to his Sire.

 As suddenly as it come, the elder's anger was gone, and he sighed then nuzzled the yearling gently.

 "Son, I've spent my time and effort trying to educate you, and keep you safe – there is a reason I do not want you out after sunfall – its not safe, many a young foolish Deer has vanished from our woods because they broke our curfew...none have ever returned. Is this something you want to happen to yourself?"

 "No, father - " Sniffled the yearling, and nuzzled his father back gently.

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