“I don’t know...”

I tried not to wince as I saw Garrett’s face transition immediately from hopeful to crestfallen. The disappointment was evident in the way that the ebony markings around the white of his mask and muzzle softened.

“I really need your help, Dax. My model backed out on me and I have no one else I can ask.” 

The stag leaned his broad-shouldered frame against the wall and stared at me with those big, beautiful, green-flecked amber eyes of his. I swear they sparkled with wetness just a bit.

Fuck. He was pleading. I was weak enough for him when he was his normal, confident self.

“I’m just not super comfortable with everyone seeing me naked-”

“You never seem to have a problem in the locker room,” he pressed hopefully, leaning in close enough that I could smell his natural musk.

“Going to the gym is different. Everyone is naked in the shower and nobody is supposed to stare. Having a photo of me naked hanging in the campus gallery for everyone to gawk at is a bit different.”

“It’ll be tasteful. I promise,” Garrett begged.

“Why not ask one of the girls to do it?”

“None of them look as good as-” he paused, just long enough for things to get awkward between us. I wasn’t even certain I heard him right or if my mind was just filling in what it had wanted to hear since we were in high school together. “They don’t have the look I need. You have the perfect build for the shot. I know the place and time I want to take it. It won’t take long at all.”

He tilted his head to the side, accidentally clacking his wide, woody rack of antlers on the wall as he looked down at me with a tentative smile. I sighed heavily. I couldn’t believe what I was about to agree to. He sensed me caving before I had even uttered the words and his smile broadened to a lovable, goofy grin.

“You’re paying for dinner afterward. And you owe me,” I said jamming a finger into his chest.

“It’s a date! I’ll swing by and grab you tomorrow afternoon.”

“Date?” I mouthed as I watched the handsome buck swagger away. If he was buying me dinner, I guess it kind of was a date.

My name is Daxton, or Dax for short. I’m a bunny- a harlequin rex rabbit in specifically- with a coat that’s primarily caramel-colored marbled with chocolate brown. I had just turned 21 a few weeks before and was most of the way through my third year of university. I'd been in love with my best friend since the day we met, and I’d never quite mustered up the courage to tell him. I knew he was bi, but he’s never seemed notably interested in me. When he dated males, they tended to look a lot more like him; tall guys with naturally masculine physiques. Hunks. I’m more like the females he dated. 5’4” (but about a foot taller if you count my ears) and lithe. Maybe a bit more sinewy than the girls though, since I was at college on an athletic scholarship for being a track and field champion. 

Garrett, and most of the guys at school for that matter, seemed like they were from a different world. I’ve never really felt like I fit in with them. They cared about art and literature and movies that don’t have superheroes in them. They even all seemed to have this nerdy charm that made me bumbling and shy around them, which was like the exact opposite of high school. Some of them, including the gorgeous cervine that I had pleasured myself while thinking about daily for years, were even blessed with amazing looks. It was all I could do when we went to the gym together to keep from getting hard when I saw his torso narrow down to the muscular V above his groin and disappear into the waistband of his shorts. Moreso afterward in the shower when I caught glimpses of his heavy, low-hanging deer sac and thick sheath.

Because I’d been holding onto the fantasy that he’d notice how much he meant to me, and I was far too self-conscious to approach him, I had never had a boyfriend. Or even just a sex partner. And it was a dagger to the heart every time I saw him with another guy or girl. I was starting to give up hope when Garrett asked me to be his model for a major photography project he was working on. Specifically to be his nude model. On one paw it meant that he thought I was attractive enough to present as art and it gave me a chance to really come through for him for a change, but on the other it meant that doing him this favor would mean displaying myself to the entire student body. It was nerve-wracking, but the more I considered it, the more I was determined to go through with it.

I didn’t get much sleep that night. I must have pawed off a half dozen times to the idea of being photographed naked by my crush, his eyes paying attention to every slight detail of my body, and still ended up tossing and turning until I was left tangled in the sheets. I was thoroughly exhausted and horny by sunrise, and then spent far too much time obsessing over what to wear when I was just going to strip down when I got to Garrett’s anyway. In the end I settled on just jeans, a t-shirt, and some basic wrappings for my large foot-paws and had barely pulled them all on when the white-tailed deer came knocking at my dorm room door. I smiled timidly when I opened the door and saw.

My awkwardness must have rubbed off on him a bit, because he bashfully massaged the back of his neck with his hooved-fingers and looked away down the hall. 

“I’ve got the camera and gear all already loaded up in the car. Let’s go,” he said, still not meeting my gaze.

“Loaded up? We’re not doing the shoot back at your place?”

“Nah. There’s this rocky cliff that overlooks the sea. I was going to have you pose reaching out toward the sunset. Just when the sun touches the horizon it paints the clouds and rocks this brilliant tone and with how earthy your fur looks I thought it would be-” He was so passionate about his craft. I could hear how animated he got telling me about his idea, his tone rising in pitch and tempo by the word.

“Outside!?” I interjected, incredulous. “We’re doing this outside?”

“Yeah! I want to get a shot that really stands out. Everyone else is going to be taking pictures in their bedroom or on their couch, maybe in a studio, but I’ve found this special place I want to take you to.”

“You didn’t tell me I had to take off my clothes outside.”

“It’s not that big of a deal. It’s totally secluded. I promise it will just be the two of us out there.” 

I wanted to tell him no. That it was too much for me, but my resolve withered at the optimistic look on his face.

“This dinner had better be worth it,” I exhaled. 

He suddenly beamed and lurched forward to embrace me tightly enough that he nearly lifted me from the floor. We had never hugged before and I felt myself melting as his strong arms enveloped me. My sheath plumped from feeling him holding me tight like that, but thankfully the stag didn’t seem to notice. By time my shock had passed and I was prepared to put my paws on his back in return, we were already parting. Heat flooded my face and I was grateful for my dark fur to hide my blushing. Still, I shrewdly flipped my inner ears to face away from him so that he wouldn’t see the peach in them flush scarlet. He looked a little abashed about his outburst and composed himself quickly, smoothing his shirt.

“Ready to head out?”

It was a short ride out of town. The weather was warm, and Garrett drove a convertible, though he kept the top down even in the colder months since someone of his stature with antlers had trouble with cars otherwise. Thus, the wind whipped past us. It made conversation difficult, but without that distraction it was easy to imagine that we were on a real date. I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest the entire ride. The cityscape eventually dissolved to nature and soon the ocean loomed before us. We turned onto unpaved roads and climbed a bit higher. After parking, we had a short hike to the setting my friend had chosen.

As nervous as I was, I had to admit that his choice of backdrop was inspiring. Even with my unartistic eye I could see how magnificent and vibrant the scenery was. There was some sparse but vivid foliage that gave way to a rocky outcropping that faced west out over the gray waves. The cliff dropped steeply down to an abandoned, rocky strand that stretched endlessly in either direction. Stony spires thrust out from the water like jagged knives. The scattered clouds were just thick enough that when the sun dipped low they would be dyed with a kaleidoscope of orange and violet and streaks of golden light would scintillate between the earthen crags.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Garret commented, trailing behind me carrying his modest bag of  equipment. “The weather is on our side today too.”

I nodded, a bit too awestruck to respond properly.

“We only have a few minutes left until the light will be right. I guess you should get undressed and we can do a few practice shots and make sure the poses and framing are right.”

“I guess so.”

I swallowed, then yanked off my shirt and paused, finding myself too anxious to strip down all of the way.

“What’s wrong?” The buck asked, looking down. I followed his focus and realized that I was wringing my shirt apprehensively between my paws.

“I, uh...it’s just still super uncomfortable for me,” I confided. 

“Would it help you relax if I get naked too so you aren’t alone?” Garrett offered.

“Yeah. I think it would,” I responded, after a moment’s thought. As much as I wanted an excuse to see him strip down for me, it was honestly the case. I would certainly feel far less vulnerable and exposed if I wasn’t the only one wearing nothing but my pelt.

“Alright.”

Without pause, he started unbuttoning his shirt. He shrugged it off of his shoulders then undid the fly on his cargo shorts before he shimmied them down as well, leaving him standing in nothing but his underwear. He hooked his hooved-thumbs into the red, elastic waistband of his black trunks and slipped them off as well. Then he bent down to pick up the bundle of clothes and turned around to drop them into his bag, giving me an excellent view of his toned ass. I forced myself to not stare at the back of his heavy sac hanging between his thighs to avoid popping a boner. His powerful legs narrowed to charcoal-colored hooves that held him upright with surprising grace, given that I knew how clumsy he could be. His back, shoulders, and thighs were all tawny with the occasional white or black speckle, and his underbelly from chin to beneath his down-turned tail were snowy and plush. The deer looked back toward me expectantly.

“Your turn.”

I couldn’t very well back down, so I steeled myself and let go of my shirt, unwrapped my foot-paws, and worked on undoing my jeans. As I tugged the denim down the tight fabric caught against the fur of my legs, I nearly stumbled peeling them off. I took one last moment to stop in my underwear as my friend had. I had chosen my favorite pair for him to see me in. They were a designer pair of bright blue briefs with white piping; pricey underwear being an indulgence of mine. The soft cotton was drawn taut across the bulge of my sheath and balls. While I wasn’t as impressive as my best friend was, I definitely didn’t have anything to be ashamed of. Suffering only marginal embarrassment, I took them off as well and set them aside in a neat pile with the rest of my clothes.

If Garrett noticed my swollen sheath, he tactfully didn’t mention it.

He walked up beside me, placed his hoof on my lower back, and guided me a bit nearer to the drop-off, though we still kept a safe distance from the ledge.

“This is about where I want you to be. I might have you move around a bit and try a couple of different poses, but try not to get too close to the edge of the cliff. I’d hate for you to get hurt, especially when you’re doing me such a big favor.”

The stag backed away to where he had left his camera and tripod, and then just continued to stare at me silently for several seconds, the ghost of a serene smile at the edges of his muzzle. It was embarrassing to stand there being observed with nothing but the wind blowing past my already sensitive sheath.

“How do you want me to pose, exactly?” I asked, breaking the quiet.

Garrett seemed instantly flustered by my question and he fumbled for his gear.

“Oh, right! Um... face the sea so that your back is to me, then look back toward me over your left shoulder like you’ve just seen something amazing and want to show it to me. Take off your glasses first. Your eyes are the most wonderful shade of chestnut when the sunlight catches them and I don’t want your lenses to obscure it.”

“You’ve noticed the color of my eyes?” 

I felt a sudden tingling in my chest.

“Of course. I notice everything about you.”

The sensation dipped lower.

“I’m a photographer. I- uh- I pay attention to everything. Like color. Particularly color,” he added, nearly tripping over a leg of his camera stand.

I slipped off my rimless glasses with their chic silver-wire frames, folded them and set them aside. The landscape blurred a bit, but I could make things out well enough. I stared back at Garrett with all the wonder I could muster.

“Wow,” he huffed more than said.

I curiously cocked my head a bit, causing one of my ears to fold at its halfway point.

“Wow?”

“You look sublime-” I allowed my smile blossom- “The shot that is!” Garrett quickly amended, but even without my glasses I could see his tapered length start to extend from its sheath. The bold, crimson tip stood out against the soft white of his pelvis fluff. The deer definitely saw something he liked in me after all. “Lift your arm forward like this.” He gestured as if stretching for something just out of reach.

“Like this?”

I attempted to mimic him, but was met with a series of corrections so minute that I couldn’t tell one pose I made from the next. After a few minutes our window for the right lighting was fading and Garrett set his camera down and approached me. I was shocked as he came up right behind me until our bodies touched. I felt the firm definition of his muscled torso against my back. He was nearly a foot taller than me and his presence towered over me. He gently grasped my wrist in his hoof and made the smallest of adjustments to my arm. After he had my paw in place, he craned his neck so that his chin angled down over my shoulder and into my collarbone. His antlers brushed my ears.

I felt the heat radiate from his form.

“Just...like...this…” he said, his voice hushed to almost a whisper. It was husky in my ear.

He maneuvered me with a precision that was at odds with the clumsy white-tail that I knew. The drive and focus that his passions brought him were undeniable.

Our aroused scents mingled together and suffused the air with their heady aroma. I sensed his full erection before I felt it. The rigid heat pressed against my hip. He placed his free hoof on my jaw and guided my muzzle near his. I quivered with anticipation as he closed the inch of space between us. As our mouths touched electricity ran through me. His tongue probed, and I parted my lips to allow it in. Our tongues danced and fought. I savored my first taste of him. I had dreamt of that moment between us, but even in my wildest fantasies it hadn’t felt that good.

Blood flowed to my loins and I felt myself harden. My shaft entreated from its fuzzy confines to its full seven inches in seconds, trembling in the empty air. I heard myself moan into his maw as he wrapped the hoof that was holding my wrist around my torso and held me tightly against him.

He pulled his face away from mine, nostrils flaring, and exhaled a hot line of breath across the nape of my neck before nuzzling into the side of my throat, simultaneously tender and forceful.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he declared, his hooved-fingers crawling lower toward my engorged maleness. When he grasped it it throbbed needfully against his palm.

“Me too,” I told him.

“Can I do more?” He asked, grinding his own hardness against me. I felt his pre mat into my fur. He stroked me once.

Twice.

“Yes! Don’t stop,” I groaned.

He sank to his haunches and gripped my hips, turning me to face him. His muzzle was level with my junk. My short sheath quickly gave way to stiff flesh, the lump of a testicle on either side of it. My cock trickled a river of watery pre. I felt the moisture drizzle down my whole rod like a leaking faucet and drip to the ground below. Garrett placed his snout into my crotch fur, closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply. Then I felt the press of his tongue against the underside of my length. He made me squirm in delight by dragging it slowly up to the apex and lapping away the flow of pre. My cervine friend repeated this several times, causing me to whimper and involuntarily buck my hips. 

When I thought that I couldn’t take anymore, I felt his mouth close down over the tip of my penis. He opened his expressive eyes and looked up at me while he slid all of the way down to the base, grunting as I entered his throat. At some point one of my paws got tangled in the fur on the back of his head, the other clutching at the base of one of his antlers, while the deer bobbed up and down. He rolled his tongue along the underside of my cock as he went, occasionally pausing to flicker it at my sensitive crown. I liberally sprayed pre into his muzzle, which he greedily swallowed. My breathing grew ragged and my breath hitched. I was on the precipice of orgasm.

But he stopped before I came. I whined, aching for my release.

“Why’d you stop?” I rasped.

He placed a hoof on my chest and pressed me back until I dropped to the earth and joined him, then continued until I practically fell backward and lowered myself onto my back in the grass. I propped myself up on my elbows and stared at him as he clambered over me. His bulk and warmth covered me and he kissed me long and deep again before answering.

“Because I’m going to do more and I want you to enjoy it as much as I will,” he informed me.

I felt his pointed tip press at my cleft and understood.

“I-I’ve never done this before,” I said, mildly embarrassed by the admission.

“I thought so,” Garrett responded in a whisper against my ear. “Don’t worry, it comes naturally. I won’t hurt you.”

He pecked me once more on the lips before reaching over to his bag. He struggled with a zipper on a side pouch and eventually retrieved a small, clear bottle. He popped it open and squeezed a generous amount of the liquid inside into his palm, then slathered it over his swollen, red length. He moved his slick hoof to my tailhole-

“Tell me if you need me to stop.”

-and slowly twisted a wet finger into me. I gasped as it went into my breech smoothly to the knuckle. My ring flexed around the invasion. I had played with my hole before, but his digits were thicker than mine. I shivered as I grew used to the intrusion. My soon-to-be lover waited patiently for me to adjust, then he withdrew, slowly rotating his finger as he did. He thrust it back up into me. His unyielding, hoof-tipped fingertip brushed past my prostate which made me arch my back and moan. Garrett smirked at discovering this sweet spot within me and revelled in toying with it and watching me writhe with pleasure.

My claws dug into the ground when he added a second digit and scissored them apart while twisting them around one another. I spurted pre onto my belly each time he stretched me just a bit wider.

“Are you ready?” He asked, trailing a line of kisses along my inner thigh.

“I’m ready,” I affirmed with a decisive nod, hoisting my hips just a bit so he’d have a better angle at my pucker.

He held himself up with a hoof in the rocky soil on either side of me, so that his masculine form was silhouetted against the sunset-painted sky. I lifted my legs and locked them around his waist while he positioned his eight-and-a-half inches of slick deer meat at my ring. I bit my bottom lip as I felt his wet tip prod against my virgin entrance. He poked blindly a couple of times until he found his mark and the first inch slipped inside of me, slowly prying me open.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered hoarsely.

He continued to glide into my heat, his length growing thicker the closer I got to its base. With great patience he pressed himself in further, steadily burying the entirety of his shaft within me. I felt his hefty sac slap against the underside of my spade-like tail and knew he had hilted me. He ended the intrusion with a bit of forceful thrust, hilting himself more fully. I felt him pulse within me. My hole squeezed tightly, clamping around him and eliciting throaty sounds of pleasure. It was strangely wonderful to feel his hardness place pressure against me from the inside. I whimpered with lust and squirmed beneath him as he withdrew halfway, then pushed himself in again more powerfully than before.

He picked up his pace, settling into a smooth, steady rhythm as he humped into me. Garrett’s wide chest heaved with exertion and desire. I became keenly aware of every inch of him. His primal scent. The hollow of his throat, beaded with sweat. 

With each stab of his hips I erupted more pre, wetting our midriffs. I gasped and huffed as his penis stimulated my prostate again and again and again, occasionally crying out his name and arching my back. I tightened my legs during his thrusting, forcing him to drive himself deeper into me. He ground his hips against my rump and I buried my forehead into the curve where his shoulder met his collarbone.

At some point primitive lust took hold of the both of us, and we did what came instinctively. He pistoned in and out of me. His girth stretched my hole and brought me pleasure I had never known before. Craving to be rutted overtook my innate insecurities, and I went from soft whines and moans to almost shouting with each hilting. I flexed tightly around his shaft and felt myself hit the point of no return and crossed the threshold. I came so forcefully that my first spurt of cum hit the underside of my chin. Several ropes of sticky rabbit seed followed, splattering the both of us.

The scent of my climax and the squeeze of my tailhole around his maleness pushed the deer over the edge as well. With a final, dominant thrust he plunged fully into me. He spasmed as he came, and I felt every inch of his body quake as he flooded me with his essence. The liquid warmth filled me and, after his fourth pulse, gushed out around his cock. 

He stared down at my spent form, the pearlescent remnants of my orgasm glistening on my stomach and chest, and leaned in to kiss me. It was no less ardent for our exhaustion. Once our muzzles parted, I felt his softening member begin to slip from me, tailing with it a slosh of stag spunk. I felt strangely empty without him in me, even though I had only experienced it for the briefest moment in time. And also cold as the air was able to touch where his leavings dribbled from my used ring. He slumped to the earth beside me, a loving arm draped over my body. 

We laid there silently for a time, basking in our afterglow. Neither of us yet wondering what change this shared moment would bring to our lives.

I spoke first.

“Why did you have lube with you?”

“I have a confession to make.”

I rolled on my side, turning to face him.

“My model didn’t back out,” he continued. “I fired her.”

“Why?”

“There was someone more beautiful I wanted to photograph.”

“...we never got that shot. The sunset’s almost over.”

“We’ll just have to come back tomorrow then,” he said, smiling.