Beggars can't be Choosers

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Beggars can't be Choosers

by Rochndil

Walking with labored steps down the forest trail, Shauna had to stop to lean agaist a tree while the latest contraction twisted its way across her swollen and aching belly. She needed to find a mate, and soon, or she surely would go mad. The pain passed, and she continued searching, one hand rubbing and stroking absently at her breast.

After a little she came to a small stream wandering through the wood, and paused to take a drink. Leaning over, her almost painfully full breasts swung forward, brushing against her face, and she had to hold them back awkwardly with one arm to drink comfortably. Raising her torso once more, she found she couldn't easily let her aching breasts go, and rubbed and stroked slowly at them, aching for the fulfillment that had been denied her for too long. As she slowly stroked herself, she glanced down into the clear water, and studied her reflection.

"Milady," she bowed to herself, "Thou art a comely lass." She slowly ran her eyes over her watery mirror, from the top of her slenderly tapered doe's head, with its two upright and ever-scanning ears, down her humanoid but furred torso, across the heavy burden of her full and darkly-swollen breasts, and down and along her quadrupedal cervine lower body, her lower belly hanging low and swollen, to her upright tail and hindquaters, lightly dewed with her scent and need.

Seeing herself, feeling herself, touched off another hugely wrenching contraction, and she all but screamed as she looked for something, anything, to appease her need. In the overhanging bank of the stream was a large smooth rock, half-eroded from the surrounding earth, at almost the right height. She whined quietly under her breath, and walked, stiff-legged, over to the stone. Positioning herself carefully, she spread her hips wide, and slowly backed toward the stone. As soon as her nether lips touched its sun-warmed surface, they immediately opened wide, wrapping and slurping themselves around it, and for a few minutes she found relief as she impaled herself upon the stone, again and again, her fluids slowly rolling slow and warm down her legs, to be swirled away in the stream's current.

Suddenly, she froze, for a new sound had distubed the quiet of the forest. As she stood there, drooling lips wrapped around the now soaked and aromatic stone, she heard it again, the soft rustle of footsteps on the trail she had just herself passed down, and shortly saw their owner. It was a stag! A magnificent, snow-white stag! At the sight of him she had to stifle a deep groan, as her belly contracted once more, her internal muscles all but wrenching the stone from the hard clay of the bank.

Fortunately for her, she stood in dappled shadow, mostly concealed from view, and screened from him by a large shrub and a turn in the stream. He paused at the place where she had drunk, and she held her breath and closed her eyes as he looked towards her. After a moment, she peeked again, and saw him standing there still, a bit of a puzzled look on his face, which she could now see was marked with a symbol of power beneath his eye. She had to have him! He musn't get away from her, or surely she would die!

As he stood there unaware, she silently reached down, and began stroking her breasts in earnest, and, as her nipples stood up and hardened, milking herself into her own belly-fur. The fluid that collected there ran slowly down her legs, and mixed with the musk from her hooves and the now steadily flowing fluids from under her tail into a powerful concoction...one that the helpful stream was delivering right to his feet! She began mouthing silently to herself, though in her mind she was screaming, "Drink! Drink it! Drink!"

Finally, whether in answer to her prayers, or from simple thirst, he did at last bend and drink delicately from the stream. When he was done, he sat back upon his haunches, studying the wood, and then yawned hugely! Rising smoothly to his hooves, he stretched, showing off his sleekly muscled form, and looked around. Spotting a sward of sun-warmed grass at the top of the streambank, he leapt up there with no apparent effort, and stretched out full-length to doze in the sun.

"Yes, at last!" Shauna said silently to herself, and remained still for as long as she could stand, to make certain that he was indeed fast asleep. When she was unable to bear waiting any longer, she stepped forward slowly, her lips slurping obscenely and dragging at the now thoroughly-coated stone in parting, and crept upon him. Coming closer, he proved to be everything she could have wanted, and it took all her willpower to pause a moment more, and make certain that he would not escape. She reached back along her body, her torso twisted awkwardly, and plunged one hand in under her tail, pulling forth a hand glistening and dripping with her fluids. To this she added a generous stream of milk from her now constantly leaking breasts, and stirred the mess with her forehoof, adding her musk. The resulting milky-golden mixture she carefully held, and then poured, over his sleeping face. The vaoprs and pheromones did their work, and he drifted deeper into slumber.

She could wait no longer, and firmly but gently slipped his body forward until his lower legs hung free over the edge of the streambed. No more silent, she gasped with each breath as her body moved almost beyond her control. Far past her normal time, there was no stopping her need now. She backed toward where he still slumbered on, blissfully unawares, and folded her forelegs, crouching down and changing the angle of her hips. Scrabbling around slightly, she aimed herself by touch and guesswork, and finally felt his hooves brush lightly against her hungry lips. Without even volition on her part, her hips spread wide, her lips flew open, and then snaped shut, wrapping themselves tightly about his dangling hooves.

Whimpering quietly in her throat, she shakily rose to her hooves, and carefully stood up, all the while feeling his legs slide slowly deeper and deeper into her. When the first contraction came, she was finally ready for it, and pulled along with it joyously, screaming her pleasure as she is slowly filled, completed, at long last.

One tiny step at a time she stepped back, each step, each pull, engulfing a bit more of him, her warm wet body swallowing him down inch by inch. When she her thighs finally bumped into the edge of the bank, she paused, and as the next contraction came, she sang joyfully to her mate, and of all the strong children they would have, once she had taken his seed from him into her secret places.

The contractions came more and more rapidly as she slowly swallowed his body into hers, the increasing width of his thighs and, finally, hips, driving her to greater and greater heights of arousal, as her round belly bulged greater and greater to accommodate his large form.

As her hungry lips stretched to their widest around his hips, she stroked and pulled constantly at her breasts, their milk now freely running down her chest, and screamed in orgasm, the first of many.

Having now a secure grip upon her mate, she stepped forward, grunting slightly as she lifted him bodily from the creekside, dangling half-out from under her tail, and bent down to drink thirstily from the waters of the small stream, each swallow and each subsequent rippling contraction swelling her already great belly still further.

Finally finished drinking for the moment, she turned to regard her mate tenderly in the pause between contractions, and was surprised to see that he had awakened! He was still confused, and quite a bit surprised, but she had him now, and he had no choice but to go where she wanted him. Her belly squeezed rhythmically once more, and yet another contraction pulled him farther into her waiting and hungry depths.

The character and likeness of Omega the White Stag is copyright (c) StarFur games, and is used with his permission.

All other characters, situations, and ideas are copyright (c) Rochndil, 2000. All commercial rights reserved, anything else, ask me first! -:)