[h3]Date[/h3]

Keith, a red deer with pure white hair, walked up to the local diner. It wasn't that fancy, but it was better than any fast-food restaurant they could go to. As he got closer the butterflies in his stomach went crazy and he didn't know why, a date's a date. He thought back to how he ended up here.

After his friend, a bear named Brandon gave him a blow job and got him off, he lost the bet they made. Brandon saw how much it affected him and decided that he would take the deer on a date instead of the original agreement of Keith returning the favor. The bear saw it as helping his friend on both fronts of Keith's recent frustrations of not being able to get a girl. Keith agreed, but he felt an obligation to keep to the original terms of the bet.

Keith put his hand on the door handle, closed his eyes to gather himself, and let out a sigh. Then he pushed in. The door jingled a bell it was attached to, notifying the servers of his entering. "Keith," his name rang out as a big brown bear waved him over to a table with a couple of glasses of water sitting there. The deer made his way over.

"I was starting to think you weren't gonna show up," Brandon said with a playful tone. The bear was aware of the awkwardness his friend felt and tried his best to act like his usual self. Then to placate his friend he stated, "Thought maybe you chickened out."

Keith, always the competitive one, responded, "In your dreams," he boasted, "I never back down from a challenge, no matter what." He sat down across from the bear, he knew what his friend was doing and appreciated the gesture. "Did you order anything yet?"

"No, I was waiting for you."

That caused Keith to blush a little, "Even though you thought I wouldn't come."

"What can I say?" The bear shrugged and smiled with his eyes, "Maybe some small part of me has a lot of faith in you," Brandon said in a sarcastic voice.

"Suuurree." Keith took a menu to look at the good selection of items, "Ever eaten here before?"

"Only once, it was pretty decent." The bear patted his stomach to show off his rotundness. Keith finally saw that his friend was wearing black denim shorts longer than he usually has them. He was wearing a deep blue t-shirt with a black-white striped button-down shirt, open to show off his bear belly pushing out his clothing. He felt weird and pushed his thighs together, for no reason. Keth was wearing navy blue jeans with a loose-fitting light green and blue flannel to hide his stomach which was getting rounder and rounder by the day.

Keith had been ogling his friend's body too long which made the bear notice his blank stare, "Hey, you good?"

Keith was shaken out of his stupor and blurted, "yeaheverythingsgood." He shoved the menu in his face to find something familiar to order, "Do you recommend anything?"

Brandon looked down at his menu, "Well, I was thinking of getting the steak and fries. The steak comes with some green onions and cranberry sauce. It sounds good to me."

"I'll have some too. I trust your judgment in taste," Keith put down the menu near the edge of the table. Brandon did the same with a little blush, remembering how Keith tasted. They ordered their food and had a bit of small talk until it arrived, then Brandon had an idea.

With a strange voice, "So, what do you do for a living." He cut a piece of steak and ate it.

"What?" Keith was confused by his friend's actions, he knows what he does for work.

"Well, we should get to know each other. That's what you do on dates."

Keith was left confused for several seconds until he figured out what his friend was doing. "Oh, I build...buildings," he responded, trying to match the absurdity of his friend's actions, "You?"

Brandon smirked and continued his friend's path of conversation, "I'm visiting from a few hours out of the city, a bit of farm work. I like to think of myself as a hard-working gal. What goes into making those buildings of yours?"

"Just some bossing around, listening to people who don't know what they're talking about, arguing with architects, and just generally being the best at what I do. What's a girl like you do?" Keith let out a small giggle, he had never roleplayed in his life.

"Oh, not much. Fighting dirt, milking plants, and harvesting milk from cow trees. Though I like to spend a lot of time with my friends," Brandon went on while eating his food.

"Any of them stand out?"

Brandon gave him a look, "There is this one friend, who likes to think very highly of himself."

"Bet he's ruggedly handsome," Keith said having a shit-eating grin before he chomped down on a piece of steak.

"Oh. He likes to think so. I will admit that he has his qualities at times, but he could stand to be a little humble."

Keith couldn't help but blush and smile wide as he asked, "You think he's cute?"

Brandon stopped eating, he then took a good long look at the slightly chubby deer in front of him. Pushing passed the rising butterflies in his belly, "He certainly looks cute at times, maybe...just a little handsome."

They went on with dinner. They continued with the bit they were doing until the end of their meal. While Brandon was eating his fries he stuck out his tongue, just like when he was slobbering over Keith's cock. Keith noticed this, he stared at the bear's tongue with his face turning a new shade of red. It reminded him of the bet and what he had to say, looking down he said, "You know, I still have to do it?"

Brandon finished the last of his fries, "Do what?"

"The bet. I still have to do it," Keith was glowing red.

Brandon quickly followed what he was saying. "Keith, you don't have to do that," the bear put up his hands, "we just had a-a date."

"This was only supposed to happen if I won," Keith paused, " if I lasted, but I didn't. You know I can't let this go."

Brandon felt guilty, "You shouldn't take what we said at that moment seriously. I'm okay with just this date." Keith saw that his friend was trying to be kind to him, but he had to uphold his word, no matter how weird it felt. He brought his hoof up to Brandon's inner thigh, closer and closer to the bear's bulge. Brandon froze as he felt his friend push his foot on his clothed cock under the table, feeling blood rush to it even more than before, he had a little secret. His breathing got a little heavy as he let his friend continue.

"You know you don't have to, right?"

"A bet," Keith emphasized with a push, "is a bet." He could feel the bear getting harder, he started to like the feeling.

Brandon grabbed his friend's leg, both to save his erection from becoming obvious when he stood up and stop his hard-on from uncomfortably filling his shorts. The ministrations of his friend working on him while his secret also affecting him was too much "We shouldn't talk about or do this here."

They got up and paid for their meal, quickly making their way out of the diner. It was a frigid night, they walked as close as they felt comfortable, Brandon put a warm arm around Keith. The pair made their way back to Keith's apartment in silence, and when they made it inside, Brandon noticed something when the first light came on. "Did you clean?"

"Yeah, just a little," Keith said as he turned on the rest of the lights to a slightly cleaner place.

"Did you plan for us to come back here?" Brandon looked at the back of the deer's head. Keith nodded. "Just for me?" This made Keith's ears redden at the embarrassment of his efforts.

"I don't know why I did it," he lied. The dream he had two nights ago had really affected him, making him do things he didn't normally do. Like actually cleaning up for the first time in his life.

"It looks nice."

"Thanks."

Keith grabbed Brandon's hand and led him to the bedroom, with recently changed sheets. "What are we doing here?" Brandon was genuinely asking, he thought he was just going to get a quick handjob and be done with it. Little did he know, his friend had something more in mind.

Keith sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him, the bear sat down. "I had a thought about what I should do for you, and I had some...inspiration."

"Inspiration?" Brandon looked over to his friend with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't worry about it. Just know, I've done some r-research-"

"Research?" Keith starts to twiddle his thumbs, Brandon noticing this goes on, "What did you have in mind?"

"We-Well, I know that...guys like you are into stuff. And because you took me on a date I owe you twice over what we agreed to. So I was inspired to do this."

"This?" Brandon could see that Keith was getting redder by the second, and a steady stream of sweat was falling from his head. The bear's focus was broken when his friend put a hand on his thigh.

Keith said, "We can do it."

"Do it?"

"You know, do it!"

Brando muddled over his friend's meaning until he finally made the connection, "Woah, dude! You don't have to do that!"

"I do have to, but I also want to." At this point, Keith was a whole new type of red. So red, that you might confuse him for another deer if it was Christmas. Brandon saw his friend in this state, something he'd never seen before, and could only ask, "Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

Keith brought his hand closer to the bear's crotch, rubbing the growing erection hidden within. Brandon was hit with a spark of pleasure, his little secret working in tandem with his friend's action. He thrust into Keith's hand while it pressed on his special spot, "Ah!"

Keith stopped his hand, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," the bear couldn't help but shake a little, "I just had plans for later tonight, because I just expected the date. So I prepped a little something before I left," the deer couldn't help but be turned on by how submissive his friend's mannerisms were getting.

"What did you do?"

Brandon got up with shakey legs and took off his shorts, revealing he was just wearing shorts. Keith blushed as his friend exposed himself, both physically and as the commando pervert he was. Brandon, going with the flow and wanting something more inside him, got on the bed crawling on his stomach with his ass pointed toward his friend. Keith was met with another surprise. A round shiny object where he knows his friend's hole should be.

"Wait, what's this?" Keith then pressed the object making his friend moan.

"Ahh! Th-That was something I put in for later!" The bear stopped and buried his head in the nearest pillow to let out small moans from the stimulation.

Keith was left pondering what it was until his research from earlier caught up with him. It was a buttplug. Then another realization hit him, "Did you have this in while we were eating?! Like the whole time?!" The deer watched as Brandon clamped down on the plug.

The bear let out a little whimper, "Yes." Brandon looked back at his friend, his ass getting higher. A blush was forming on his face, his breathing was more shallow, and his mouth was open with his tongue hanging out. Keith was now seeing a side of the bear he never thought possible. He knew Brandon was shy, but now, he looked like a needy little slut. Keith felt this urge come over him, and without thinking, he grabbed the plug.

"Aah," the bear could not help but let out. They kept eye contact as Keith's hand fully engulfed the handle, his finger going a little inside his friend. He pushed it forward, sinking it further inside. Brandon bit down on a pillow and clenched on the plug. Keith pulled back, feeling Brandon hold it in, he pulled harder and watched the bear hole suction to it. More and more of the plug revealed itself, its bulbous form stretching Brandon's hole open further and further, the bear's muffed cries barely held by the pillow.

With a slick pop, the plug is tugged free. Keith saw that it was covered in what he assumed was lube, dripping a bit. He looked over to see Brandon's gaping hole winking at him in an attempt to close. The bear was left moaning into the very wet pillow in his mouth, trying to catch his breath. Keith looked him in the eyes again, seeing that desperate whorish look that only made the deer's urge stronger.

Coming from some unknown place, Keith dropped the plug and stood up. He practically jumped out of his clothes and held his underwear. Moving without thinking, he came over to Brandon's head and pressed the underwear into the bear's nose. Brandon, almost on instinct, huffed at the deer's gift and moaned out, Keith's musk filling his lungs. He would never say it out loud, but Brandon was addicted to Keith's aroma and had been craving it ever since he choked on the deer's cock.

Keith clambered over behind the bear, left with the gaping needy hole that he emptied. He felt the urge to fill it. He stuffed his nose up against it and took a deep breath to get Brandon's scent, then he licked it. He felt the warm inviting insides try to grab his tongue as it explored its depths. He plunged in and out, swirled to reach all over the crevice, tasting the faint fruity flavor of the lube the bear used earlier. Brandon groaned and pushed back to him a little, and Keith pushed forward, burying his muzzle inside. His head felt warm as he let his tongue go wild. As he went deeper, he felt that special nub he read up on and pressed it down, earning more clenches on his muzzle as Brandon cried out. He was lost in eating out Brandon until his need for air came up.

Keith pulled his face away with a gasp, his face wet with saliva and leftover lube. He stared at the ceiling with his mouth agape, trying to get as much air as possible. He was bombarded with the scent of Brandon, a deep musk he could never dream of smelling. He heard Brandon let out a feverish moan. Keith's eyes drifted to the bear, his head to the side with deer's underwear still on his muzzle. Keith felt something rising in him, he felt his cock pulse, only now noticing how hard he had become.

The deer lined his cock up with the bear's hole, Brandon pressed back. Keith was left stunned as his dreams were becoming reality, he pressed in. He grasped the fur on Brandon's back, and he felt the head of his cock being engulfed as jolts of bliss and pleasure were sent throughout his body. He sunk in deeper, feeling his cock surrounded by the warm moist insides of the bear. Keith stayed still, his hips flush against Brandon's ass. He could feel Brandon clench and pulse around his cock, "Haah!"

Brandon was in heaven. He didn't plan for this tonight, but he couldn't believe he almost said no to this. He pressed back to make sure he had all 10 inches of deer meat inside him. It throbbed right onto his special button. He felt Keith pull out slowly, he tried to push back to keep it in, but he couldn't. Before it was fully out, the deer thrust back in, "AAHH."

Keith's hips slapped into Brandon's ass. He pulled back and thrust in again. He had only done anal a few times, but this was different. Keith's head was buzzed as he slid in and out of the moistened hole of the bear, stretched and close around him. He built up a rhythm, shakily thrusting and groaning out. The sound of Brandon's moans drove him crazy, spurring him on to pound the bear harder. The room was filled with wet fur slapping against one another and moans and groans of the pair in the throws of pleasure.

That strange part of Keith got an impulse to respond to the bear's moan, making him shout out, "You're so fucking good. You like that dick in you, don't you slut?!" The deer was shocked by the words that left him, but they felt so right to say

Brandon's eyes rolled back, huffing more of the deer's musk while drooling. "YES!" Keith loved how the bear roared that out, his shyness subdued by his need for dick. Keith gave out what little he had left to give as his speed increased, trying his best to hit that special place in Brandon to give him a night he wouldn't forget.

The pair went on like this for several minutes. Keith focused on pleasuring the bear as he felt himself plunge into the warm inviting depths that rolled over his cock. Brandon was a moaning mess as he felt the deer's meat fill him over and over again. Every throb and every attack on his prostate brought him closer to the edge as he leaked into the sheets below him. Keith gripped the fur in his hands harder as he lost rhythm and started to thrust as hard and fast as he could, feeling the end nearing.

"Brandon," he groaned out, "I'm close."

"Please-ahh-," the bear pleaded,"-uugh-inside-hah-me!"

Keith couldn't take it anymore, he slammed into the bear and let out a gritted groan. He felt the first shot leave his cock deep inside, followed by another. The feeling of cum being dumped inside him sent Brandon over as well. He painted everything below him a new pearly white as he ground back into the deer's hips and hoped for more. He cried out, inhaling more deer musk, this encouraged some deep part of Keith to empty himself inside the bear.

Keith stayed locked in, shooting more of his load into the bear. He could feel Brandon clenching around him and he knew the bear was getting off, making a slaty mess on his sheets. His head was saturated in pleasure over feeling Brandon get off, loving the feeling of it. Keith ground into Brandon the minute it took until he was sure the bear got every last drop.  As he was pulling out unsteadily, he heard a pathetic, "~nooo."

He looked down to see Brandon looking back at him like a needy slut. He thrusted back into that needy hole, hitting that special place one more time sending the bear into a fit of tiny whimpers. That filled Keith with a feeling, he didn't know what it it was, but it was good. He finally pulls out with a pop, cock covered in a glaze of his own cum. Keith sees Brandon's worn hole gaping up at him, filled with the fresh load he had just drained in it.

With some effort, the deer rolls the bear over. He sees the cum covered expanse that is Brandon's stomach, maybe now a little bigger after what they did. Keith's underwear is still over his face, his eyes are vacant and far away, and the deer looks down. Brandon's cock is only half-soft, no doubt thanks to the musk the bear is still inhaling. Judging by looks alone, it looks like it would be a thick 8 incher when fully hard. A stray thought goes through Keith's mind. 'I could take that.'

He doesn't get much time to dwell on that before the bear lets out a groan. Keith looks over to see the bear returning down to Earth and gets an idea. He takes his underwear off of Brandon's face and begins to lick his neck, totally as payback. Brandon lets out a shakey breath as Keith gets closer to his open muzzle, and then the der's tongue slips in. They quickly fall into an impromptu kiss with the deer invading his mouth. Brandon wines into Keith's mouth as his body is filled with bliss, and a bit of arousal. Keith does his best to straddle the bear as their bellies push against one another. Brandon wraps his arms around the dear as he begins to get hard again.

Keith breaks the kiss with a wet pop, saying breathlessly, "I hope...that was enough to make up for it." His face is flushed with a sense of embarrassment.

"Yeah, definitely."

Keith feels the bear's cum cover cock bump against him, he looks back to see it, "Apparently not enough." He slides down Brandon's belly and glides over his cock. The bear groans out as Keith stops face-to-face with the expanding cock before him. He gives it a curious lick, tasting the bear's essence. Brandon lets out a groan, causing the deer to look up at him and make their eyes meet. Keith grabs it, and without breaking eye contact, guides the glaze cock into his mouth. Brandon closes his eyes and groans to the ceiling. Keith's mouth is filled with bear meat, and he loves every flavor he gets from it. Loves the taste of Brandon.