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I've never been that great at writing any sort of yiff but with this piece I tried to really explain and build visual scenes that are solid or at that at the very least be acceptable. Still not sure how far I want to take this story wise but we'll see. Anyways enjoy ;)", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Revised and revamped a great deal, this story has kinda grown and told itself to me over time so that finally I had to attempt writing it. I've never been that great at writing any sort of yiff but with this piece I tried to really explain and build visual scenes that are solid or at that at the very least be acceptable. Still not sure how far I want to take this story wise but we'll see. Anyways enjoy ;)", "writing": "\t“What a nice piece of ass!”\n\tManacles clinked and shuffled as Peter was led along dark corridors and passages by his captors. The rank smell of musk and body odor was strong, permeating the air and wafting profusely from the cells banking the main walkway. Along the edges of each of them light panels shone dimly in the gloom, revealing tacitone figures contorted by shadows, illumination bouncing off of the walls like a crude spectator, reveling in each misfortune that it bore witness to.\nSwiveling his head towards the cell that the voice had originated from Peter shivered, his antlers tilting with his head as he tried to gain a better view of the alien as he was led past.\nA greenish purple blob of flesh convalesced in on itself into something that somewhat resembled a human though it keep wavering like water, shimmering grotesquely as a single red eye rolled into view focusing intently on him, moving to his tail and along the loincloth that barely shrouded his nether regions from its questing gaze.\n“Yeah, I was talking about you doe. Nice ass. Wouldn’t mind getting up close and personal with your tail!” it grumbled hazily, dissipating and reforming in on itself as the creature tried to get a better look at him. \nColor flooded his cheeks and anger rushed up from his gut as the guards led him down the corridor and further away from his antagonist. Biting his lip he kept silent tossing his head in frustration as they stopped, one of the guards dialing a number code on a glowing panel before stepping back and motioning for the stag to enter his cell mid catcalls and whistles.\n“In ya get.”\nKeeping up his silence Peter complied backing further in and holding up his shackles hopefully. \nWordlessly the second guard selected a card, swiping the barcode in the slot found along the underside of the cuffs. With a beep and a slight hiss, this fell to the ground with a heavy thunk resounding louder than it should have. \nGathering them up both of the alien captors marched off as the partially transparent energy door slid closed, locking him in with a soft electric buzz only just audible to his keen ears.\nUp until then it hadn’t really sunk in that his freedom was gone, that it didn’t exist anymore. Smuggling goods had been a prosperous way to make a living up until it had backfired-being ratted out had cost him so much more than a simple slap on the hoof and a fine. \nSometimes during times of change moments flash before our eyes of happier times when things were more simple and easy. Over and over again conscious thoughts terrorize us with constant reminds, series of events playing again and again like broken records, spitting out key points where things went wrong and where life changes and takes a turn for the worst. In those moments and perhaps for a time we experience a num sense of reality that can hold back feeling until a pivotal moment where realization creeps in, seeping past the walls of resolve we build and through to any part of us that it can find that may be vulnerable or unprotected-stabbing it swiftly enough that pain isn’t so much felt because of a physical force but more because of guilt and regret….\nPeter at that moment felt all of that, rebounding and trapped in his chest as he sunk deeper and deeper into panic. It hammered him, stabbing again and again at his heart and causing his breathing to quicken as if some incorporeal thing were strangling him-digging merciless fingers deeper inside and crushing his windpipe.\nHe slumped, his body naturally finding the closest wall of the cell as he hugged himself, panting helplessly, his eyes darting around-taking in his surroundings. \nEven though most of the facility ran on up to date and in some cases highly advanced technology, the state of the cells kosher. Walls, floor and ceiling were all the hard and smooth silver gray that not only looked drab but also invited cold to sneak in, creep and gather. Furniture was sparse-a bare minimum of humdrum necessities smartly spread at each of the four corners to allow for the most satisfactory amount of space to move about. A passibly sanitary toilet was situated across from him while two cots rimmed each back corner enveloped in darkness. A wash basin was attached (a little crookedly) a foot further into the cell on the wall he was leaning against, occasionally causing an audible dripping sound that cut through the semi-silence that hung in air.\nA solitary chair was settled at the center of the room, made of some rickety old wood, chafing slightly at its edges as if cockroaches at one point had been allowed to chew it for the sole purpose of being made uncomfortable for it’s occupance.\nThe difference between inside and out was quite the translation, electronics, touch panels and the like within earshot somewhere out in the main part of the prison while inside seemed highly mundane.\nThe catcalls and whistles had died down some though the odd jeer or jibe could still be discerned if he listened hard enough. \nDisgusted the stag shook his head again, his antlers clanging hard against the force field that held him prisoner-the contact sparking and fizzing-sparks crackling as they glanced off pushing his head backward.\nA single tear trickled down from his right eye spilling down his muzzle to cling off of the edge of his chin. \nTaking a shuddering breath brooded muttering assurances under his breath and rocking slightly, hugging his legs against his chest.\n“You’re okay….you’re alright...you can cope! You’re a survivor. Just pull it together and breath….you can do this just keep it together damnit!” \nHearing a creak coming from one of the beds he shuddered, turning to face the noise, his gaze catching a hint of tawny fur as a bundle of drab gray blankets shifted and then rose up. A black nose dappled pink was exposed next, followed by a raggedy set of whiskers that twitched. The bridge of the nose crinkled as the nostrils moved, drawing in air and no doubt smells.\nPeter held his breath as the figure froze as a new smell hit it. Taciturn silence reigned for a few moments that seemed like lifetimes then…\nThe cot creaked as whoever it was stood, threadbare covers falling away to reveal a Sadiyon (a feline creature of immense bulk and lean sinewy strength).\n“Hmmm see that they’ve finally given me the pleasure of a new cellmate! Bout’time they did something smart!”\nThe voice was deep but rolling as if lavished with refinement although the accent there was thick. The feline smirked at him, lips drawing upward in a toothy display.\n“Well my deer, what brings you aboard Lyzon’s Prison ship? What you in for sweet thing?”\nPeter slowly lifted his gaze, keeping the points of his antlers pointed toward the feline, though if it came to a contest between them, fighting would be untenable and more dangerous for him than for his assailant.\n“Being at the wrong place at the wrong time” he murmured cooly flicking his ears. “By rights I shouldn’t even be here.”\n“I know bucko...I know” came the answer as the feline stretched his muscled body careened closer, his body pitching forward slightly with the grogginess. “But really what was the cause? You don’t seem like one of the battle hardened type that breezes through. More often than not I find myself in the presence of some hardcore aliens or occasionally the scruffy human, never one of your kind.”\n“I’m from the Nyo System” Peter stated his black lips drawing thin as he thought out what to say that wouldn’t back him into a corner. “I was on a smuggling run with some mates when Terrik was attacked and our shipment turned out to be a trap. This Lyzon crew didn’t leave much….”\n“So-you are the sole survivor of said smuggling operation then?” the cat asked taking the chair in the middle of the room. The stag noted that his tail kept sweeping back and forth as if with a mind all it’s own.\n“Yes, unfortunately I am” he said shakily turning his head away.\n“Ah….they were more than that.. they were family?”\nConceding, Peter nodded.\n“I’m sorry lad….truly I am. Something tells me that you survived on more than just a turn of fate. Lyzon’s outfit doesn’t take aboard and keep just anyone prisoner unless they either have caused serious offense or have something, own something highly illegal.”\n“I didn’t own anything illegal and I haven’t caused offense….I simply won’t tell them...information that they seem to think they’re entitled to just because they hold sway out here” Peter stated emphatically. “They can’t do this!”\n\t“Regrettably they can and they have” the cat rumbled, ears flat against his head.\n\n\t“Names Tam by the way.”\n\tSmiling the cat inclined his head and held out a paw, proffering it toward the stag.\n\tPeter took it absently, shaking the heavily furry hand and taking comfort in the contact.\n\t“Peter…”\n\t“Peter eh? Well met Peter!”\n\tStill distrustful he soon withdrew from the shake, leaning back and standing, his legs a bit wobbly with the reality of all that had happened to him in the past several hours.\n\t“Well met, but if you don’t mind Tam I think I need to take a snooze...feel like I’ve been run over by a cruiser” Peter said, the words dropping from his tongue slowly. In truth his mind was so bogged down with thoughts that it wasn’t forming words faster enough for him to concentrate on a conversation.\n\tNodding his shaggy head Tam permitted the sudden end to their chat without protest.\n\t“I understand. Sleep well Peter…”\n\t“Thanks..”\n\n\tIn a daze he meandered over to the unused cot and slowly settled on it’s surface, not deigning it necessary to pull back the covers. Unsettled images clouded his brain, pulsing with each beating of his heart. His breath was steady so as to hide inward distress from his companion, and yet tears still fell to paint his brown pelt a darker shade. \nHe could see his wife repeatedly falling victim to blasters once the exchange had gone wrong, disbelief as well as a myriad of emotions flashing within her eyes before they glazed over in death and he had been led away. Why had she been killed? Why had their child been gunned down on sight when he had been spared and dragged on board the Lyzon Crater? It was too cruel and unpredictable to make any sense to him and he cursed his families executioners, whispering soft revenge to the wall he faced.\nHe sobbed gently until his body finally gave in to unconscious and he welcomed escaped.\n\n\n\n\nPeter slipped into a somnolent state, his lids fluttering like the wings of butterflies betraying the nightmares that trailed him. Suddenly he sat bolt upright, his fur matted with sweat and fear, his heart beating painfully in his chest as if trying to escape the horror it had shared with him. His wife was dead, she was gone-no longer there to quell his worries with her soft voice and touch. He could still smell her scent as if thinking of her brought it up through the barrier of past and present and lingered there for him to bask in. How he longed to get lost in her doe eyes, brown, deep, comforting and adoring.\nWracked with guilt that he still lived and overwhelming grief he gave in, a sigh breaking into a helpless wail that cut from his throat. For the second time that day he wept, abandoning any reserve or pretense.\n“Why!”\n“WHY!”\n“WWWHHHYYYYYY!!!”\nShivering he sank into fur, hugging it to him and burying himself in it. Then he stiffened hit with the realization that Tam was beside him, holding him.\n“I….I’m sorry Tam…..”\n“Shhhhh it’s okay….shhhhhh”\n“I didn’t mean to wake you...I just…Nuala...she’s…she’s…”\n“I know. It’s okay Pete, it’s okay. Let it all out.”\nEach quivering breath he took, cold air rushed in burning as he lost himself in Tam’s tawny fur, the soft down of it rubbing along his cheeks. The scent surrounding him was earthen and masculine though the security there was firm and unfaltering.\nThey remained like that for some moments until slightly embarrassed the stag pulled away wiping his eyes with the pace of his hands. \n“Again I’m sorry that I broke Tam...didn’t….\n“Think nothing of it Peter, I know how it is. You lost those dear to you. You need to let off some steam and allow the feelings out.” \n“I...I’m not gay….and I’m usually not so sentimental. I just feel so…\n“Disoriented?”\n“Yeah….”\nChuckling a bit Tam shuffled a bit turning his amber eyes to rest on the deer.\n“And I know you’re not gay...I just thought that maybe you might need some comfort and maybe get your mind off of your troubles for a while.”\nSo saying Peter could feel the weight of the felines paw resting lightly on his inner thigh. How had it gotten there?\nHad his thoughts been so adrift that he hadn’t noticed it there? And why was he allowing it?\nShaking his head in bewilderment he dumbly watched as the paw rolled along his loincloth, rubbing along the fabric and cupping his hidden package in a secure hold. \nTheir eyes met and Peter could feel himself nodding assent even though every fiber of his being told him to get the cat to stop-to tell him that he was fine. Without being able to comprehend his allowance he knew that if he were being honest with himself part of him found the situation somewhat foreign while another larger part found it strangely arousing. \nHe never thought of exploring or being with another male-but the touch that now held him, that unclasped the cloth that hid his genitalia and soothingly set about fondling his balls awakened a new world of possibilities. \nThe expression on Tam’s face wasn’t hungry or lustful or even seductive. It was simply warm as if he genuinely wanted to take Peters’ mind off of things for a while and help him forget the turmoil he’d been subjected to.\nRelinquishing any hint of resistance the stag shivered for an altogether new reason as Tam gently tugged at his sheath, soft pads grazing across the slit that showed signs of swelling. The head of his cock had begun to emerge from it’s home, the shaft growing and filling with blood and the pink rosy head already gushing clear fluids along the felines paw. \nLaying back and spreading his legs Peter watched as Tam laid by him, his paw stroking insistently along his long shaft, oft times resting at the head where the thumb pad traced along the aperture, teasing the leaking slit miraculously with the experienced style only available to those who knew what they were doing. \n“You sure leak a lot pal” Tam growled admiringly, momentarily giving the stags’ balls a light squeeze.\n“Mmmmm...really?”\n“Sure I haven’t met many who do this much…”\n“Oh! Um...heh thanks I guess….”\n“Would you mind if I fingered you...I know you’re not gay but….I’d like to…”\nPeter clenched reflexively his mind thundering torrents of protests into his being. \nWhat the hell am I doing? What’s wrong with me! Finger!? Should I allow him to….no! It’ll probably hurt like a bastard beaten bitch! I can’t….but….”\nNot trusting himself to answer Peter only nodded between shaky breaths as Tam switched paws, holding his penis between his thumb and pointer finger, rubbing him while snaking his arm underneath the stags’ right leg.\nInstantly Peter became aware of a finger pad tracing along the fur just below his tail which jerked outward at the first touch to his anal ring. Then he gave a throaty moan as the finger slowly spread him, entering his musky tunnel for the first time and flexing around to touch all of his walls.\nHis turgid dick throbbed, practically gush pre fluids as bellowed, his hooves bracing themselves against the bed of their own accord and his haunches arching forward and back, forward and back, propelling him as he humped at the intruder penetrating his rear entrance.\n“Oh yeah!” he groaned softly, attempting and failing to keep his voice level. “Please don’t stop! I n...n..need this!”\nTam grinned, the fur along his chin jutting out in amusement.\n“Wouldn’t dream of it, though I think it’s time to go for the prize and see how long you can last...it being your first time an’ all.”\nThe cell was filled with squelching sounds as the muscles around Tam’s digit contracted, kissing it with sweat and hugging it as if attached emotionally to a lover. While Peter was lost in a world of bliss that was completely new to him, Tam added another finger into the mix, drawing his paw back and forth as soon both slipped in with a shlorp, entrenched deeply in the stags anus.\n“Here we go Peter!”\nAs if on cue to his exclamation the two fingers twisted, the tips turning up towards the stags balls and lightly brushing against something that fairly made the deer balk, a jolt of pleasure and pain coursing through his body. His cock by now pulsed with each stroke, straining and bobbing as Tam kept up his salvo pushing every nerve ending in Peters’ rear into overdrive. \nAgain and again the two fingers pummeled into that sweet spot, eliciting a gasp from him each time until finally Peter simply held his legs up and spread, too shaky to brace them any longer. \nTotally in his element Tam tortured the stags prostate, sinking his fingers as deep in as they would go, pistoning it, sometimes tenaciously stroking upward into a sustained contact.\n“I’m gonna cum!!!” Peter bawled, his limbs quivering with the need to realise.\n“Then let er’ rip!” Tam roared sinking in his fingers one last time and rocking them back and forth violently against his prostate-his other paw dancing over the stag’s oozing cock.\nFinally his overtaxed prostate could take no more and with a loud whimpering cry he came-a thick surge of milky cum erupting from his tip-a glob hitting the felines’ chin as the rest overflowed, cascading down Tam’s paw.\nPeter writhed, his legs involuntarily kicking as his ass clenched, his cock pulsing as it unloaded his pent up need. His balls felt like they were alive, pulled up taunt against his body as he rode it out, his blurred vision allowing him to catch Tam’s amused smile.\nFinally the feeling ebbed away and he slumped back on the bed, cum dripping down his belly to splatter on the blanket beneath.\nThen he felt a wet tongue licking him, warm breath tickling his fur.\n“Thanks a bunch for that!” he shuddered. “Perhaps I can...return the favor sometime…”\n“You don’t have to my deer though if you would like to I can’t say I’d be disappointed” came the deep voice. \nThe tongue was circling lower, gathering cum as it went until it slurped along his cock drawing a groan from him.\n“You think you’ll be able to sleep now Peter?”\n“Sure...and again, I don’t know what that was...but all the same thanks.”\nSteadily the Sadiyon drew himself up until he lay beside Peter on the cot, pressing himself against the deer gently, his breathing slowing down. \n“Would you mind terribly if I stayed here and rested awhile...the guards come with food in another few hours.”\n“Feel free” Peter mutter blearily, his eyes already heavy with fatigue. “I’ll be up by then.”\n“Don’t worry...I’ll wake you friend, probably need this cot changed sometime soon” he joked.\n“True. Oh and Tam…”\n“Yeah..?”\n“Thanks. It’s nice to know I have a friend in this place. Perhaps you an me’ll bust outta here… To be honest for what I have planned, it’ll run smoother if I had a partner.”\n“Then count me in! We’ll escape this place together! Maybe plan our revenge eh Pete?”\nBut the stag didn’t answer. He had already fallen fast asleep….", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\t“What a nice piece of ass!”
\tManacles clinked and shuffled as Peter was led along dark corridors and passages by his captors. The rank smell of musk and body odor was strong, permeating the air and wafting profusely from the cells banking the main walkway. Along the edges of each of them light panels shone dimly in the gloom, revealing tacitone figures contorted by shadows, illumination bouncing off of the walls like a crude spectator, reveling in each misfortune that it bore witness to.
Swiveling his head towards the cell that the voice had originated from Peter shivered, his antlers tilting with his head as he tried to gain a better view of the alien as he was led past.
A greenish purple blob of flesh convalesced in on itself into something that somewhat resembled a human though it keep wavering like water, shimmering grotesquely as a single red eye rolled into view focusing intently on him, moving to his tail and along the loincloth that barely shrouded his nether regions from its questing gaze.
“Yeah, I was talking about you doe. Nice ass. Wouldn’t mind getting up close and personal with your tail!” it grumbled hazily, dissipating and reforming in on itself as the creature tried to get a better look at him.
Color flooded his cheeks and anger rushed up from his gut as the guards led him down the corridor and further away from his antagonist. Biting his lip he kept silent tossing his head in frustration as they stopped, one of the guards dialing a number code on a glowing panel before stepping back and motioning for the stag to enter his cell mid catcalls and whistles.
“In ya get.”
Keeping up his silence Peter complied backing further in and holding up his shackles hopefully.
Wordlessly the second guard selected a card, swiping the barcode in the slot found along the underside of the cuffs. With a beep and a slight hiss, this fell to the ground with a heavy thunk resounding louder than it should have.
Gathering them up both of the alien captors marched off as the partially transparent energy door slid closed, locking him in with a soft electric buzz only just audible to his keen ears.
Up until then it hadn’t really sunk in that his freedom was gone, that it didn’t exist anymore. Smuggling goods had been a prosperous way to make a living up until it had backfired-being ratted out had cost him so much more than a simple slap on the hoof and a fine.
Sometimes during times of change moments flash before our eyes of happier times when things were more simple and easy. Over and over again conscious thoughts terrorize us with constant reminds, series of events playing again and again like broken records, spitting out key points where things went wrong and where life changes and takes a turn for the worst. In those moments and perhaps for a time we experience a num sense of reality that can hold back feeling until a pivotal moment where realization creeps in, seeping past the walls of resolve we build and through to any part of us that it can find that may be vulnerable or unprotected-stabbing it swiftly enough that pain isn’t so much felt because of a physical force but more because of guilt and regret….
Peter at that moment felt all of that, rebounding and trapped in his chest as he sunk deeper and deeper into panic. It hammered him, stabbing again and again at his heart and causing his breathing to quicken as if some incorporeal thing were strangling him-digging merciless fingers deeper inside and crushing his windpipe.
He slumped, his body naturally finding the closest wall of the cell as he hugged himself, panting helplessly, his eyes darting around-taking in his surroundings.
Even though most of the facility ran on up to date and in some cases highly advanced technology, the state of the cells kosher. Walls, floor and ceiling were all the hard and smooth silver gray that not only looked drab but also invited cold to sneak in, creep and gather. Furniture was sparse-a bare minimum of humdrum necessities smartly spread at each of the four corners to allow for the most satisfactory amount of space to move about. A passibly sanitary toilet was situated across from him while two cots rimmed each back corner enveloped in darkness. A wash basin was attached (a little crookedly) a foot further into the cell on the wall he was leaning against, occasionally causing an audible dripping sound that cut through the semi-silence that hung in air.
A solitary chair was settled at the center of the room, made of some rickety old wood, chafing slightly at its edges as if cockroaches at one point had been allowed to chew it for the sole purpose of being made uncomfortable for it’s occupance.
The difference between inside and out was quite the translation, electronics, touch panels and the like within earshot somewhere out in the main part of the prison while inside seemed highly mundane.
The catcalls and whistles had died down some though the odd jeer or jibe could still be discerned if he listened hard enough.
Disgusted the stag shook his head again, his antlers clanging hard against the force field that held him prisoner-the contact sparking and fizzing-sparks crackling as they glanced off pushing his head backward.
A single tear trickled down from his right eye spilling down his muzzle to cling off of the edge of his chin.
Taking a shuddering breath brooded muttering assurances under his breath and rocking slightly, hugging his legs against his chest.
“You’re okay….you’re alright...you can cope! You’re a survivor. Just pull it together and breath….you can do this just keep it together damnit!”
Hearing a creak coming from one of the beds he shuddered, turning to face the noise, his gaze catching a hint of tawny fur as a bundle of drab gray blankets shifted and then rose up. A black nose dappled pink was exposed next, followed by a raggedy set of whiskers that twitched. The bridge of the nose crinkled as the nostrils moved, drawing in air and no doubt smells.
Peter held his breath as the figure froze as a new smell hit it. Taciturn silence reigned for a few moments that seemed like lifetimes then…
The cot creaked as whoever it was stood, threadbare covers falling away to reveal a Sadiyon (a feline creature of immense bulk and lean sinewy strength).
“Hmmm see that they’ve finally given me the pleasure of a new cellmate! Bout’time they did something smart!”
The voice was deep but rolling as if lavished with refinement although the accent there was thick. The feline smirked at  him, lips drawing upward in a toothy display.
“Well my deer, what brings you aboard Lyzon’s Prison ship? What you in for sweet thing?”
Peter slowly lifted his gaze, keeping the points of his antlers pointed toward the feline, though if it came to a contest between them, fighting would be untenable and more dangerous for him than for his assailant.
“Being at the wrong place at the wrong time” he murmured cooly flicking his ears. “By rights I shouldn’t even be here.”
“I know bucko...I know” came the answer as the feline stretched his muscled body careened closer, his body pitching forward slightly with the grogginess. “But really what was the cause? You don’t seem like one of the battle hardened type that breezes through. More often than not I find myself in the presence of some hardcore aliens or occasionally the scruffy human, never one of your kind.”
“I’m from the Nyo System” Peter stated his black lips drawing thin as he thought out what to say that wouldn’t back him into a corner. “I was on a smuggling run with some mates when Terrik was attacked and our shipment turned out to be a trap. This Lyzon crew didn’t leave much….”
“So-you are the sole survivor of said smuggling operation then?” the cat asked taking the chair in the middle of the room. The stag noted that his tail kept sweeping back and forth as if with a mind all it’s own.
“Yes, unfortunately I am” he said shakily turning his head away.
“Ah….they were more than that.. they were family?”
Conceding, Peter nodded.
“I’m sorry lad….truly I am. Something tells me that you survived on more than just a turn of fate. Lyzon’s outfit doesn’t take aboard and keep just anyone prisoner unless they either have caused serious offense or have something, own something highly illegal.”
“I didn’t own anything illegal and I haven’t caused offense….I simply won’t tell them...information that they seem to think they’re entitled to just because they hold sway out here” Peter stated emphatically. “They can’t do this!”
\t“Regrettably they can and they have” the cat rumbled, ears flat against his head.

\t“Names Tam by the way.”
\tSmiling the cat inclined his head and held out a paw, proffering it toward the stag.
\tPeter took it absently, shaking the heavily furry hand and taking comfort in the contact.
\t“Peter…”
\t“Peter eh? Well met Peter!”
\tStill distrustful he soon withdrew from the shake, leaning back and standing, his legs a bit wobbly with the reality of all that had happened to him in the past several hours.
\t“Well met, but if you don’t mind Tam I think I need to take a snooze...feel like I’ve been run over by a cruiser” Peter said, the words dropping from his tongue slowly. In truth his mind was so bogged down with thoughts that it wasn’t forming words faster enough for him to concentrate on a conversation.
\tNodding his shaggy head Tam permitted the sudden end to their chat without protest.
\t“I understand. Sleep well Peter…”
\t“Thanks..”

\tIn a daze he meandered over to the unused cot and slowly settled on it’s surface, not deigning it necessary to pull back the covers. Unsettled images clouded his brain, pulsing with each beating of his heart. His breath was steady so as to hide inward distress from his companion, and yet tears still fell to paint his brown pelt a darker shade.
He could see his wife repeatedly falling victim to blasters once the exchange had gone wrong, disbelief as well as a myriad of emotions flashing within her eyes before they glazed over in death and he had been led away. Why had she been killed? Why had their child been gunned down on sight when he had been spared and dragged on board the Lyzon Crater? It was too cruel and unpredictable to make any sense to him and he cursed his families executioners, whispering soft revenge to the wall he faced.
He sobbed gently until his body finally gave in to unconscious and he welcomed escaped.




Peter slipped into a somnolent state, his lids fluttering like the wings of butterflies betraying the nightmares that trailed him. Suddenly he sat bolt upright, his fur matted with sweat and fear, his heart beating painfully in his chest as if trying to escape the horror it had shared with him. His wife was dead, she was gone-no longer there to quell his worries with her soft voice and touch. He could still smell her scent as if thinking of her brought it up through the barrier of past and present and lingered there for him to bask in. How he longed to get lost in her doe eyes, brown, deep, comforting and adoring.
Wracked with guilt that he still lived and overwhelming grief he gave in, a sigh breaking into a helpless wail that cut from his throat. For the second time that day he wept, abandoning any reserve or pretense.
“Why!”
“WHY!”
“WWWHHHYYYYYY!!!”
Shivering he sank into fur, hugging it to him and burying himself in it. Then he stiffened hit with the realization that Tam was beside him, holding him.
“I….I’m sorry Tam…..”
“Shhhhh it’s okay….shhhhhh”
“I didn’t mean to wake you...I just…Nuala...she’s…she’s…”
“I know. It’s okay Pete, it’s okay. Let it all out.”
Each quivering breath he took, cold air rushed in burning as he lost himself in Tam’s tawny fur, the soft down of it rubbing along his cheeks. The scent surrounding him was earthen and masculine though the security there was firm and unfaltering.
They remained like that for some moments until slightly embarrassed the stag pulled away wiping his eyes with the pace of his hands.
“Again I’m sorry that I broke Tam...didn’t….
“Think nothing of it Peter, I know how it is. You lost those dear to you. You need to let off some steam and allow the feelings out.”
“I...I’m not gay….and I’m usually not so sentimental. I just feel so…
“Disoriented?”
“Yeah….”
Chuckling a bit Tam shuffled a bit turning his amber eyes to rest on the deer.
“And I know you’re not gay...I just thought that maybe you might need some comfort and maybe get your mind off of your troubles for a while.”
So saying Peter could feel the weight of the felines paw resting lightly on his inner thigh. How had it gotten there?
Had his thoughts been so adrift that he hadn’t noticed it there? And why was he allowing it?
Shaking his head in bewilderment he dumbly watched as the paw rolled along his loincloth, rubbing along the fabric and cupping his hidden package in a secure hold.
Their eyes met and Peter could feel himself nodding assent even though every fiber of his being told him to get the cat to stop-to tell him that he was fine. Without being able to comprehend his allowance he knew that if he were being honest with himself part of him found the situation somewhat foreign while another larger part found it strangely arousing.
He never thought of exploring or being with another male-but the touch that now held him, that unclasped the cloth that hid his genitalia and soothingly set about fondling his balls awakened a new world of possibilities.
The expression on Tam’s face wasn’t hungry or lustful or even seductive. It was simply warm as if he genuinely wanted to take Peters’ mind off of things for a while and help him forget the turmoil he’d been subjected to.
Relinquishing any hint of resistance the stag shivered for an altogether new reason as Tam gently tugged at his sheath, soft pads grazing across the slit that showed signs of swelling. The head of his cock had begun to emerge from it’s home, the shaft growing and filling with blood and the pink rosy head already gushing clear fluids along the felines paw.
Laying back and spreading his legs Peter watched as Tam laid by him, his paw stroking insistently along his long shaft, oft times resting at the head where the thumb pad traced along the aperture, teasing the leaking slit miraculously with the experienced style only available to those who knew what they were doing.
“You sure leak a lot pal” Tam growled admiringly, momentarily giving the stags’ balls a light squeeze.
“Mmmmm...really?”
“Sure I haven’t met many who do this much…”
“Oh! Um...heh thanks I guess….”
“Would you mind if I fingered you...I know you’re not gay but….I’d like to…”
Peter clenched reflexively his mind thundering torrents of protests into his being.
What the hell am I doing? What’s wrong with me! Finger!? Should I allow him to….no! It’ll probably hurt like a bastard beaten bitch! I can’t….but….”
Not trusting himself to answer Peter only nodded between shaky breaths as Tam switched paws, holding his penis between his thumb and pointer finger, rubbing him while snaking his arm underneath the stags’ right leg.
Instantly Peter became aware of a finger pad tracing along the fur just below his tail which jerked outward at the first touch to his anal ring. Then he gave a throaty moan as the finger slowly spread him, entering his musky tunnel for the first time and flexing around to touch all of his walls.
His turgid dick throbbed, practically gush pre fluids as bellowed, his hooves bracing themselves against the bed of their own accord and his haunches arching forward and back, forward and back, propelling him as he humped at the intruder penetrating his rear entrance.
“Oh yeah!” he groaned softly, attempting and failing to keep his voice level. “Please don’t stop! I n...n..need this!”
Tam grinned, the fur along his chin jutting out in amusement.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, though I think it’s time to go for the prize and see how long you can last...it being your first time an’ all.”
The cell was filled with squelching sounds as the muscles around Tam’s digit contracted, kissing it with sweat and hugging it as if attached emotionally to a lover. While Peter was lost in a world of bliss that was completely new to him, Tam added another finger into the mix, drawing his paw back and forth as soon both slipped in with a shlorp, entrenched deeply in the stags anus.
“Here we go Peter!”
As if on cue to his exclamation the two fingers twisted, the tips turning up towards the stags balls and lightly brushing against something that fairly made the deer balk, a jolt of pleasure and pain coursing through his body. His cock by now pulsed with each stroke, straining and bobbing as Tam kept up his salvo pushing every nerve ending in Peters’ rear into overdrive.
Again and again the two fingers pummeled into that sweet spot, eliciting a gasp from him each time until finally Peter simply held his legs up and spread, too shaky to brace them any longer.
Totally in his element Tam tortured the stags prostate, sinking his fingers as deep in as they would go, pistoning it, sometimes tenaciously stroking upward into a sustained contact.
“I’m gonna cum!!!” Peter bawled, his limbs quivering with the need to realise.
“Then let er’ rip!” Tam roared sinking in his fingers one last time and rocking them back and forth violently against his prostate-his other paw dancing over the stag’s oozing cock.
Finally his overtaxed prostate could take no more and with a loud whimpering cry he came-a thick surge of milky cum erupting from his tip-a glob hitting the felines’ chin as the rest overflowed, cascading down Tam’s paw.
Peter writhed, his legs involuntarily kicking as his ass clenched, his cock pulsing as it unloaded his pent up need. His balls felt like they were alive, pulled up taunt against his body as he rode it out, his blurred vision allowing him to catch Tam’s amused smile.
Finally the feeling ebbed away and he slumped back on the bed, cum dripping down his belly to splatter on the blanket beneath.
Then he felt a wet tongue licking him, warm breath tickling his fur.
“Thanks a bunch for that!” he shuddered. “Perhaps I can...return the favor sometime…”
“You don’t have to my deer though if you would like to I can’t say I’d be disappointed” came the deep voice.
The tongue was circling lower, gathering cum as it went until it slurped along his cock drawing a groan from him.
“You think you’ll be able to sleep now Peter?”
“Sure...and again, I don’t know what that was...but all the same thanks.”
Steadily the Sadiyon drew himself up until he lay beside Peter on the cot, pressing himself against the deer gently, his breathing slowing down.
“Would you mind terribly if I stayed here and rested awhile...the guards come with food in another few hours.”
“Feel free” Peter mutter blearily, his eyes already heavy with fatigue. “I’ll be up by then.”
“Don’t worry...I’ll wake you friend, probably need this cot changed sometime soon” he joked.
“True. Oh and Tam…”
“Yeah..?”
“Thanks. It’s nice to know I have a friend in this place. Perhaps you an me’ll bust outta here… To be honest for what I have planned, it’ll run smoother if I had a partner.”
“Then count me in! We’ll escape this place together! Maybe plan our revenge eh Pete?”
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