The Initiation
A real-time story by Canine Casanova
It was nearly dawn when he first heard it. A strange noise in the
distance, but it sounded like an animal in some sort of distress, so it
couldn't be too far away. He decided to investigate, and set off in the
morning twilight, feeling the cold mist of the slowly-rising fog cling to
him and the soft spongy texture of the earth beneath his feet.
He made his way very quietly and carefully for a few hundred yards,
knowing that his good intentions might be lost on a wounded animal. He
neared a small clearning and could hear more noises. Scufflings, they
sounded like. Like maybe more than one animal, possibly two fighting for
some purpose. It was springtime, maybe it was two males fighting over a
female. "Some things remain the same," he thought, remembering the silly
games he and the other young men used to play to gain the attentions of
the girls. Still, the situation could be dangerous, and he was on his
guard. That is, until he reached the edge of the clearing and peeked out
from behind a large tree...
At first it seemed normal for this time of year, just two deer mating
in the early morning. But then he began to notice that things were not so
normal, after all. Both animals had antlers. As the realization sunk in,
he looked under the "bottom" deer, and to his expectation (but no less
surprise) saw a large and throbbing cock, bouncing up and down as the
"mounting" deer thrust into his partner. Unusual, to say the least. Even
in the chilly dawn, it seemed unusually warm in the forest. He had
expected to see anything but this, and the concept curled itself around
his brain and warmed it like s cat curling by the fireplace. It warmed
the rest of him, as well. Even more than the sight were the sounds--the
scuffling he had heard, now very rhythmic and quickening, the heavy
breathing of both animals, and the occasional grunt from one or the other.
He also noticed their eyes. Big, brown, soft deer eyes that he had seen a
hundred times before, but somehow different. It took him a few moments to
figure out what it was, and then he saw that the "bottom" animal was
looking around while the "top" one had his eyes closed. "Can't blame him
for that," he thought to himself. He continued to watch them as they
coupled, working faster and stronger, the muscles in both animals taut and
quivering, the bottom deer pushing back against the attentions of the top
one, until the one thrusting in a near-frenzy let out a long bellow and
began to twitch violently against his fellow lover. It was obvious what
was going on, and both animals had a glazed look in their eyes, as if this
was not a new thing. After a few more moments, the top buck pulled out of
his friend, trailing a small stream of cum along with his nicely-coated,
still-hard member.
The human observer realized that he had unconciously dug his nails
into the bark of the tree he still peeked around. Carefully removing
them, he waited breathlessly, hoping that the animals would not bolt when
they caught his scent. Both of them sniffed the air and looked in his
direction, but they just stood very still, waiting to see what would
happen next. Slowly, so slowly, he moved around from behind the tree, and
stood at the edge of the clearing looking at them. They looked back,
sizing him up and determining whether or not he was a threat to them. As
he stood there, they gradually began to relax and were now regarding him
with suspicion, but not outright fear. He had won the trust of animals
before, but never in a situation like this. it was nice to see that they
didn't seem panicked by his presence. he began speaking to the animals
softly, getting them used to the sound of his voice and that he could make
noise. At his first words they started, but gradually they once again
relaxed and began to regard him less warily. Now was the time to do
something.
He took a few small steps toward the pair, still speaking softly to
them, completely unaware of anything except his concentration on them and
their reactions to him. They stood very still, but did not run. Slowly,
painfully slowly, he moved to the nearest one, the one that had been on
the "bottom", and held out his hand. The animal looked at him, again
sizing up this new visitor into its domain, and eventually nuzzled his
hand slightly, sniffing it carefully, as if trying to catalog the scet of
this strange animal. The "strange animal" stood very still, all the while
speaking in a soft voice, and let the deer satisfy itself that he was not
a threat. After it seemed that the animal was satisfied with his status,
he gently reached up and scratched the muzzle of this lovely animal. The
reaction was one of guardedness, but it was obvious that he had discovered
an itchy spot and that it felt very good. The young buck began to lick at
his hand, this time much more affectionately. He looked into the eyes of
the animal and remembered how much he had been impressed by "doe eyes" in
the past--they may not be doe's eyes now, but the concept was the same.
The source of the metaphor held a much stronger influence on his feelings
and reactions. As he floated into and out of awareness of his
surroundings, his mind wandered back to the events of a few minutes ago,
and he began to wonder if perhaps these animals would trust him *that*
much, enough to allow him to join them in their fun.
He began to caress the buck's soft hair, scratching at the neck,
behind the ears, under the chin, all the while taking note of the
still-hard cock hanging beneath the animal. He must have found them early
on in their activities--this poor fellow had yet to be pleased. But that
could be taken care of... He continued touching and stroking the animal's
coat, moving across the back and feeling the powerful, yet agile muscles
of the shoulders and haunches. It was all he could do to keep from simply
attacking this lovely buck and pleasing both of them, but that might spoil
the situation, and besides, why rush? It appeared that the other buck was
understanding what was happening, as he moved off and laid down at the
edge of the clearing, but kept a watchful eye out for any other intruders.
How nice to have someone with the sharp senses of a deer watching out for
you, he thought.
He continued on with the buck, kneeling down next to him and
scratching his belly, feeling the soft hair there and feeling the heat of
it's stiff prick in the cold morning. It was more temptation than he
could stand, and finally he reached out to touch the deer, quivering with
excitement and anticipation. As his hand touched the hot, stiff,
smoothness of the deer's penis, he felt a surge of energy flow through
him. He wasn't sure where it came from, but it was powerful and it lit
his brain up into an acute awareness of every sound, every smell, every
sensation of everything around him. Particularly an awareness of his
fingers and his own groin. The buck looked back at him, confused, but
remained where he was, apparently not wanting to be too picky about where
pleasure came from. With this encouragement, the now too-aware human
continued, gently wrapping his fingers around the throbbing stiffness,
feeling the power that belied the animal's relatively small size.
Carefully he stroked up and down the length, amazed at the very idea of
doing this to a "wild" animal. Right now he felt a bit wild, himself.
His attentions had caused the horny buck to breathe heavily, his chest
heaving with the effort to satisfy his body's need for air. Obviously,
things were going just fine. After a few minutes of watching and feeling
this lovely dick slide through his fingers, the salivating human could
stand no more. He reached his tongue out and carefully, gently flicked
the tip of it over the head of the buck's meaty cock, tasting the tiny
drop of precum that had appeared there. He had eaten wild game only once,
unable to do so now because of his revulsion at the thought of killing
such lovely animals--but there was that "gamey" taste again, something he
had enjoyed. It was enough to overload his senses, and he quickly
devoured the buck's member, taking all of it into his mouth, feeling the
firmness and heat that had grown within his own pants. Gently he sucked,
then more strongly as his parnter humped gently at the new, wonderulf
sensations.
Just then, the deer lying in the clearing bolted to his feet,
listening intently and looking around. The buck receiving his attentions
also snapped to immediate awareness, now completely ignoring the human who
had his cock deep within his mouth. Something was up, obviously. His
human senses couldn't make anything out yet, but he stood up and listened,
knowing that he could rely on the deer's keen awareness to help him.
Then, he heard it--a crashing coming toward them, accompanied by a
growling noise. He still wasn't sure what it was, but he had the feeling
it might be a good idea to get out of sight, so he ducked back behind his
tree, just barely controlling his fear. The two bucks had isolated the
direction of the sound and were looking intently that way, sniffing the
air very carefully.
Time slowed down. It seemed like hours before he saw the outline of
the huge bear approaching the clearing. The odd thing was that the deer
were still there. He was sure they had seen and smelled the bear, so what
were they doing? The bear stopped short, sniffed the air, and lumbered
into the clearing with the bucks. Now *this* was strange. Either these
deer were really stupid, or this bear had studied hypnosis. What was the
explanation for this strange scene? He continued to watch and wait. The
3 animals were on the opposite side of the clearing from him in a group,
so he couldn't see too well, but it appeared that they were making sure
they knew one another. Odd for a bear to know deer as anything other than
food, he thought. But what happened next made him believe anything could
happen.
The bear moved into the center of the clearing, where it was easy to
see in the now well-lit forest. It appeared to be a female, although he
wasn't sure. That is, until the buck he had been sucking on moved behind
the bear and mounted it like there was nothing more natural in the world.
His poor human brain was having real difficulty figuring this out, but
there it was--a very horny buck (he knew that) was happily fucking a huge
bear, who seemed to be enjoying the attention. He knew all about srping
fever, but this was obviously a new strain. As he watched, the second
buck moved in front of the bear and walked forward until he was almost
standing on top of her. She reached out with her long pink tongue and
began to lick at his dick, now hard again, with relish. This was too
weird, too insane. it had to be a dream. Animals didn't behave like
this. But these 3 were, and it seemed clear that they wre enjoying
themselves. There were various sounds of breathing, grunts, and low
growls as the bestial trio pleased one another. He wondered what would be
next, but decided that maybe nothing could top this, and resigned himself
to watching the spectacle.
The two deer humped relentlessly at the bear, shoving her forward and
back as each tried to crawl inside her. For agonizing minutes it went on,
until finally the buck in front of her yelped and shot a load of creamy
cum onto her tongue, which she quickly lapped up--bears having such
skilled tongues, after all. About the same time she was enjoying her
snack of deer cum, she let out a long, low growl and went completely
rigid, her haunches straining with tension. Her timing was perfect, as
the deer fucking her let out a long bellow and began to twitch, just as
his partner had done before. For "dumb animals", their sense of timing
was right on. They enjoyed their orgasm together for awhile, and
eventually separated and all 3 of them lay down in the grass to rest, the
deer feeling very safe with a bear in their midst.
He stared at them for a long, long time, still not believing what he
had just seen. He shook his head, rubbed his eyes. He even pinched
himself to see if it was a dream, but there they were, lying together.
Two lovely young bucks and a huge, shaggy bear. The world seemed very
wrong, somehow. He wished he had a camera or even a sketchpad, because
nobody would *ever* believe this. But he didn't. He had only his own
memory, so he drank in the entire scene. The way the dappled sunlight
looked on their coats, the heavy scent in the air, the extreme stillness,
the quiet. All of it. Even through all his efforts, a tiny whimnper
escaped him and was heard by the buck he had been attending to before the
bear had appeared. The animal got up and quietly walked over to him,
looking at him again with those big, brown eyes. He didn't know what to
make of this, had no idea what the animal could want. The buck sniffed at
him carefully, almost as if he were trying to find something hidden. At
last he found what he had been looking for, and nuzzled at the human's
crotch, sending waves of excitement and arousal through him. Not only did
this deer fuck bears, he also was concerned about his "other lovers", as
well. There was no hiding the erection straining at the fabric of his
pants, and he had no doubt that the scent of human arousal was very strong
to animals who could smell a hundred times better than he could. While he
was contemplating this, he felt the firm nudge of the young buck's antlers
against his chest, urging him to do something besides stand there gaping
like an idiot. "Hey, it's already been weird," he thought, "why not go
all-out?" So he carefully undressed himself, removing his warm jacket and
shirt, his "Grizzly Adams" pants, feeling the coolness of the morning
touching him all over, and taking a deep breath, finished disrobing until
he stood naked in the now-cold air. He took a step or two forward into a
small patch of sunlight, that warmed him but was not warm, the brisk air
prickling at his nerves and heightening their sensitivity. The buck
walked to him and began once again to nuzzle at hic groin, now quite sure
that this was the source of the strong scent, and licked out at the boy's
stiff cock with his long, sticky tongue. At the first touch of the
animal's tongue to him, he let out a little squeal and jumped a bit--more
in surprise at the very action taking place than of the actual sensation.
But it was a delightful sensation, to be sure! As he stood there, rigid
as the bear had been, feeling a soft breeze on his skin and the regular,
hot breath of the buck on him, his mind reeled. He was no longer human,
at least not within his own mind. He was simply "there", wherever that
was. A place that was at once everything he saw and heard and felt, and
yet somehow above all that, reveling in the exquisite pleasure he was
feeling. He wondered if the two bucks did this to one another, and he
decided they probably did, since they obviously pleased one another quite
well. His body began to draw him back into reality as he neared the peak,
feeling himself trembling with the overload of sensations, still feeling
the smoothness of that wonderful tongue against his flesh...
And then, as if he'd made up his mind, the deer stopped. Just
removed that lovely tongue and looked at him. He was almost incoherent
with pleasure and need, and began to react on pure instinct. He moved,
jerkily, behind the young animal, who didn't move an inch, and grabbing
himself, thrust forward into the deer's body. The firm but yeilding
resistance, the rhythm of the deer's heartbeat, and somewhere *way* in the
back of his mind, the thought of what he was doing, combined in a few
moments to push him to the edge. It took only a few strokes for him to
explode within the buck, his body shaking and his cum erupting into the
animal as he cried out in ecstasy, rousing the other 2 animals, who looked
over at the pair quizzically, but while they watched, they did nothing
else. Wave after wave of searing pleasure shook the human as he emptied
himself into his lover, jet after jet streaming forth, until at last he
was spent and fell to his knees, panting and shaking, lost again in that
"in between" world of total awareness and total isolation. His poor brain
had had quite a workout already, and this wasn't helping. But it left him
with a realization of just what kind of relationship these animals had.
They were supposed to be enemies, afraid of each other (or food to one
another), and yet they had somehow discovered that it was more fun to
screw than to chase around through the forest. It didn't make sense, and
yet it was very practical.
The scene had not gone unnoticed by the other two animals, of course.
Both the buck and the huge bear eyed him, obviously not worried about him
hurting them, since he couldn't even look around. All he could do was
kneel there, panting. But if one of them had accpeted him, it seemed that
they all could, so they went on watching. His own survival insticnt
wouldn't let him sleep, even though he felt exhausted, so he watched them
back, catching his breath and trying to bring himself back to where he
was. As he began to recover, he noticed that the group was now eyeing him
differently. No longer was he an intruder. There was something else.
Something--different.
The bear was the first to move. She walked over to him and sniffed
at him, picking up the scent of her lover and his own, which no doubt was
reeking of whatever scent it was humans gave off during sexual arousal.
She nuzzled at him, making sure he was ok. Her soft fur brushing against
his bare skin and sending little ripples of pleasure through him. He
wasn't sure if he could handle any more pleasure at the moment, but he
allowed himself to lean against her side, letting her support his weight
so he could relax. She sniffed some more and seemed satisfied that he was
ok, then she laid down, letting him rest his head on her back. He still
couldn't convince himself that he could sleep, but the warmth of her fur
and the rhythmic motion of her breating did help him finally bring himself
back to reality, and after awhile he stood, stretching the residual
tension out of himself, taking long, deep breaths of the morning air to
clear his head.
But this was what the trio was waiting for. As soon as it was
obvious that he was not only all right, but able, they moved toward him.
At first, he was frightened--they might play together, but maybe they
could hurt together as well. But they didn't look like they wanted to
hurt him, so he eyed them carefully. Now it was their turn to have the
advantage of knowing what was going on. The bear sidled up to him,
rubbing her flank against his legs, and almost knocking him over. The sun
had warmed her fur, and it felt nice in contrast to the cool air. She
went to the center of the clearing and stood there, in much the same way
she had when the two bucks had descended on her. The larger of the two,
the one he had just screwed, lowered his head and pushed with his antlers,
forcing the still-confused human toward the center of the clearing as
well. The smaller buck was moving to assist his partner, herding the boy
towards the bear. It seemed that the deer wanted the two of them
together. Well, so be it. He moved behind her and got a strong whiff of
her scent--no surprise, he thought--but it was also that "gamey" type of
scent. He began to sense what was going on, and waited to see what the
deer would do next.
The larger of the pair nudged him forward at the bear, looking at him
as if to say, "Don't be dense. You're not *that* dumb, are you?" Of
course, he wasn't. The scent and the idea of being nudged into "serving"
the huge, furry bear had excited him, although he didn't know where the
energy came from. The deer nudged--more like shoved--him forward one more
time, and he finally felt his hard cock poke into the bear's body. She
was much larger than he, and he felt a bit lost within her, but the hot,
velvety smoothness soon helped him forget his anxiety, and wish his whole
body could become lost in such a way. He worked within her, slowly,
enjoying himself and trying to guage her reaction, which he judged to be
favorable. The bear moved with a human-like squirming, in obvious
enjoyment. He closed his eyes and let all the sensations pour over him.
He was sharply startled by the feel of a long tongue lapping at him
from behind. As his head snapped around to look, he saw that the smaller
(younger?) of the two bucks, the one that he hadn't met at all yet, was
licking at him, driving hin crazy and tickling him a little. He didn't
know whether to laugh or sigh or moan or what, and so he tried to do all
of them at once. The end result was kind of a nondescript quivering that
pleased all 3 of them. His pace within the bear quickened unconciously as
he became more aroused, but there was still no hurry...
Until the buck that had been licking at him decided to take action,
that is. With remarkably agility, the deer behind him jumped up, the
motion forcing the human to bend, and allowing the deer to be perched atop
his back, most of the deer's weight resting on his hind legs. Once again,
the world was becoming too strange, but this time, he didn't bother to
question. He just went with it, bending more and burying his face in the
soft coat of the bear while he felt the firm head of the buck's dick
poking at him. It was hard for him to relax within all the tension, but
he did his best. At last, the buck was able to slide within the human,
adding himself to the forest orgy. Slowly at first, then with more vigor,
he slid his entire length within the human's body, matching the slow (but
now quicker) motion of the bear and boy, alternating with their rhythm so
the human was pulling out of the bear and back onto the deer. But by this
time, he knew that the experience should be ultimate, that there should be
nothing left but pleasure. He motioned the larger buck (what else could
he do, "pinned" between the two animals?) in front of the bear, and
stretched his arms out to pull the animal forward until the buck had to
stand on his hind legs to keep his balance, which was exactly what was
supposed to happen. With his own dick inside the bear, his ass lovingly
filled with deer cock, he had to fulfill the scene and took the second
buck's meat deep within his mouth, greedily sucking and licking at it, not
knowing which sensation to pay attention to, and wishing he could feel
them all equally. Once again reality slipped away from him, but this time
they were all there, all 4 of them. He couldn't see them, but he felt
their presence, the feeling of belonging, the oneness that they were
sharing. And the pleasure, *all* the pleasure, as if every nerve in his
body were geared only to receive pleasant feelings, and each one were
being stimulated to overload by all of the animals that surrounded him.
He opened his eyes and saw the bear's dark coat beneath him, finally
noticing in his heightened awareness the spotty, peppery coloring of it;
he saw the belly of the deer above him and looked down the length of that
tasty meat; he heard the two sets of antlers clacking together above him;
he heard the heavy, ragged breathing that could have been theirs, or his,
he no longer knew. All he knew was pleasure, so much pleasure....
He had no idea how long they were like that, wrapped in a tangle of
bodies and legs and arms, but it seemed to go on forever. It was like a
dream that he never wanted to wake up from. Everything was at once
intense and yet fuzzy, as parts of his mind were obscured by the lusty
glaze over his brain. But through it all, his body was affected by such
pleasures. The group's rhythm increased, building quickly to a blurry,
frenzied pace. He could feel the tension building within the bear's body,
could feel the growing insistance of the buck in his ass, and the
increasing need of the buck in his mouth, along with his own tension,
which seemed like it would stretch him forever until he snapped. Upward
and upward they climbed, intensity building until it was almost blinding
with its fury, until the chain reaction began. The buck in his mouth
yelped and lurched forward, stuffing his mouth completely full and
shooting gobs of cum down his throat, almost scalding his tongue as it
flowed from within the deer's balls. With the sensation of the first jet
from the deer, the boy slammed himself hard within the bear, pushing her
over the edge, her body becoming rock-solid and rigid as she pushed back
against her lover. The force of his thrusts within her caused the buck
behind him to let go, spraying his load of hot cum inside his ass, the
lubrication allowing for the srokes to come quick and fast and deep, and
that was finally the breaking point. Surrounded on all sides by fiercely
orgasming animals, the human's exploded with titanic force. His body
tensed as if someone had pulled the strings of a puppet too tight, his
legs, though bent at the knees, hammered at the ground and the force of
his muscles shoved the entire group forward, but none of them lost their
positions or their footing. The bear's pussy was quickly filled with his
cum as it spurted and gushed from his cock, every jet causing him to cry
out in exceptional pleasure. Again and again and again he fired it into
her, as the two deer filled him from both ends with their own juice.
At long last, there was no more cum to be shot from any of them, and
they managed to untangle themselves, all 4 staring at each other but not
seeing anything. The boy, still on his knees, tilted his head back toward
the sky and howled, long and loud, like a great wolf. He was joined by
the bellow of two deer and the roar of a giant bear. When at last they
stopped, they collapsed into a happy, furry heap in the sunlight, drifting
off to sleep. As the last of his concious thoughts slipped away, he
wondered if he would get a membership card, now that he'd been
"initiated". But it was only a passing thought, his only thoughts now
were of fur and antlers and pleasure and hoping that they would be
together again soon, so soon....
Arf.
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