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.”
The stag
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.
“Thank
you,”
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,
Upon
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.
He opened
his mouth wide and had to knead the two large orbs in order to get them inside.
Now only
her head was outside his mouth, and he stopped for a moment to admire her one
last time.
The stag
managed to drag himself to a nearby tree and leaned his back against it. He
rubbed his now huge belly and felt