MINORS DNI 🔞
Possible TW: Breeding (Implied but can also be substituted out)
Walk with me here fellow monster fuckers...Deer monster or hybrid whose just a big lumberjack.
Deer Monster whose antlers barely fit in through the small, cottage door. Hooking onto any and everything. From clothes, to hangers, to your own hair. Chipped wood sidings being all the proof of their residence.
Deer Monster whose much more stocky than expected. Broad shoulders, defined muscle, a bit heavy around their middle with a cute, little tail to match. Speckled fur lining their body as they huff and cuff at your attention. Put off with how much you want to cuddle them, but not daring to move you away.
Deer Monster whose diet mostly consists of greens and fruit. Occasionally bringing in a bird, or some other meat they've hunted, and tearing into it all the same. It's not anything peculiar, they just need the boost in protein and calcium.
Deer Monster who enters their rut around the fall. Growing more territorial of you and their land. Grunting at the other young bucks and does who try to court them (or you for that matter). Hunting more heavily and stocking the freezer and cabinets until their overflowing.
Deer Monster whose antlers bang dangerously against the headboard of your shared bed. Knocking it into the wall over and over as they pound into you. Pinning your back against themselves as they lock you in place. Big muscle and fat keeping you firm and snug, while they push their appendage in deeper. Ignoring your small pleas of "Too much..!" You're their mate, their beloved, annoyingly loving mate. You could take what they give you and give them fawns in return. You're squirming and whining to be stuffed. So why would they ever stop? Who are they to deny what you want? You could push through this. You just needed a firm hand. They barely moan throughout the night, but the grunts and groans that leave them are more than enough to get you to finish.
Deer Monster who is finally sated (for now), by thr morning. Cuddling you from behind as they huff about in their sleep. Sore and tender in all sorts of places, but you don't really mind the weight of them. A week to be wanted; To be kept by your feral companion. Who would argue about that?
