The White Stag
by the Wolf
Commissioned by Omega ©
As Tara left the village to walk along the edge of the forest, her custom nearly every afternoon, she pondered where her life was heading. Life had not been easy for her being an anthro. While some in the village were perfectly at ease with her vulpine heritage, most were constantly bothering her about the fact. She was never able to walk down a street without hearing someone yelling something like, “Hey muty, why don’t you go back to the forest!” or something even more clever like, “You know your mama used to hump my leg!” On occasion she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to just be a normal human, but she knew she would not give up her gift for anything. She was able to see, hear, and feel things they would never know about. And as anthros went she was incredibly beautiful. She always chuckled to herself at being one of the few women truly worthy of being called “foxy lady”.
Sauntering through the trees, she was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts by an unusual sight. Just a short ways inside the forest, she saw a huge white stag. It was simply standing there nobly and looking directly at her. Sniffing the air she realized that the stag was probably somewhat anthro; also there was a certain crackle in the air that suggested magical ability. It was a crackle that most humans would not detect. The reason all this interested her was the stories people told of such a stag. It was a legend in the village that if one spotted the stag and was able to keep up with it to its home when it ran off, then the stag would grant the person’s fondest desire.
The stag looked her up and down for a moment. “Well done,” he said in a powerful, commanding voice, “I had a feeling you would be able to keep up. What is your name?”
“I’m afraid it doesn’t quite work that way.”
reared up on its hind legs, put his front hooves on
“Well it is certainly an interesting desire, and one that I will be happy to grant,” the majestic animal said, “It will also put you in a place where no one will ever mistreat you again.”
“I don’t under-”
“Lie down on your back.” he said in a voice that was not unkind but firm.
“Mmmm. You have a delicious flavor,” he said.
He grabbed her feet again and thrust them both into his mouth at the same time, licking at them and sucking all the flavor out of them. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back as she moaned in ecstasy. It was the most erotic moment of her life and she could already feel her juices beginning to flow. The stag made a small swallow, taking her feet into his throat and beginning to work his way up her strong luscious legs.
As she felt
her feet being drawn further inside the stag,
feeling the movement, the stag looked up at
As he reached her waist he was pleased to find that her juices were flowing freely. He slurped her pelvis into his mouth and began to probe every inch of it with his tongue. He was rewarded not only with the delicious taste of her sex, but also with the moans of pleasure emitting from his meal. His tongue moved all over her tender ass and worked in and out of her vagina slowly working her towards climax. Finally it happened and a burst of flavor filled his mouth. The taste was so intense that he took every bit of it he could until her orgasm subsided. Then when he was finally ready he grabbed her arms and pinned them to her sides.
He gulped again and took in her hands and the lower part of her belly. He worked his throat muscles harder now and used a bit of magic to stretch and accommodate the larger part of her body. He gulped continuously, his throat distending with her abdomen and her feet just beginning to enter his stomach, until his lips were just under her breasts.
his mouth wide and had to knead the two large orbs in order to get them inside.
her head was outside his mouth, and he stopped for a moment to admire her one
managed to drag himself to a nearby tree and leaned his back against it. He
rubbed his now huge belly and felt