It was night, but you couldn't tell without looking up into the sky. The venue was brilliantly lit by lights of all colors. Lanterns, spotlights, and various other sources danced in the breeze while music filled the air. It was a festival! Attractions from exotic food stalls to typical amusement park rides lined the streets and fields. One particular field contained the explosions and brilliant cracklings of fireworks. A large circular path curled around this field lined with spaced out benches.
Upon one of these benches sat a deer. Not just any deer, but the focus of this story. Blue jeans and a comfy red t-shirt kept him comfortable clothed in the cool night atmosphere. His blue fur lit up beneath the flashing lights of the fireworks, though not quite as strikingly as the orange hair and orange accents on his hands. Blue antlers stood out and reached for the stars above like small branches of a tree. The happy cervid, Meeker, relaxed and leaned back onto the bench, enjoying the show a bit.
Meanwhile, two individuals happened to be making their rounds. The benches were all packed except for Meeker's. A blue haired, blue eyed, tanuki walked along side a rather tall and powerful looking silver wolf. They were talking amongst themselves while glancing between the fireworks and the various benches. "Man, why are all the seats taken? Come on! I just want to sit and watch from somewhere NOT on the ground." the tanuki exclaimed with a mild frustration in her voice. The tall wolf appeared un-phased, "I think sitting on the ground is fine after how long we've been walking.."
The two stopped abruptly and glanced down to Meeker, they almost hadn't noticed his silent and rather 'meek' appearance. He sort of blended in to the environment, despite his neon colors. This is effect seemed to obscure the bench itself. Perhaps this is why he was the only one sitting there. The two onlookers glanced at each other then back to the young buck. "Uh, hi! Is the rest of this bench taken?" the tanuki spoke up suddenly, beaming down at him.
"Oh, uh. Nope. Just me, tonight." He said with a nervous laugh. He slid a little further to one edge of the bench. The two smiled, "Thanks! My name's Michiru, by the way! What's yours?" Michiru sat next to Meeker while the wolf sat on the other end of the bench. "Nice to meet you, my name's Meeker." He replied with a smile. The tanuki then gestured to the wolf beside her, "And this is my friend Shirou. He looks pretty scary but he's actually pretty soft." she laughed. The wolf arched an eyebrow, "I can speak on my own behalf, Michiru. But yeah, nice to meet you." he said quietly as he leaned back as well to glance up to the fireworks.
The tanuki spoke up once again, seeming interested in the new acquaintance, "So, why are you here by yourself? Loner type?" Meeker's gaze shifted from Michiru and glanced up into the sky, "No, actually someone was supposed to meet me, but I think they bailed last minute." He said with a soft sigh. "I was really excited too. It was going to be a really exciting night." A tinge of rose warmed his cheeks as he spoke and his gaze was cast downwards toward his own hooves now.
"Oh yeah? Wow, that sucks." Michiru leaned in and placed a hand onto his thigh, "Well you met us. We can have fun tonight instead!" She said with excitement. Perhaps her sense of boundaries was rather skewed, but the sudden attention elicited a soft gasp and for a small bulge take form between his thighs. His jeans ballooned upward at the crotch. Michiru couldn't avoid seeing the reaction she evoked. Her eyes widened as she quickly pulled her hand away, "Oh wow. You are really excitable huh?", she laughed. Meeker's blush only intensified.
"Alright, I'm starting to get what you meant by your plans for the night." She abruptly stood up and glanced over her shoulder to Shirou, "Hey buddy, ya wanna run lookout for a bit..?" Shirou grunted and heaved an agitated sigh, "Fine. But I expect compensation." he said as he stood up. Michiru took Meeker by the hand and stood up as well, tugging him with her. Once all at their feet, Meeker spoke up, "I, uh. I'm not sure, what's going on? I mean, I think.." But before he could continue Michiru, with his wrist in her hand, sprinted past the bench and behind the nearby foliage.
After darting past several trees they came to a sudden halt. Michiru spun around and looked up at Meeker with a sly grin. She guided him backwards, causing him to awkwardly stumble and slam into a nearby tree. Her hands reached out excitedly and slipped into the waistband of his jeans. She trailed from side to side outward around his hips before bringing them forward. Deft, delicate handwork easily unfastened the button and slid down the zipper. Her eyes were wide, eager to unbox her prize.
Meeker, reasonably overwhelmed by the situation placed a hand on either side of the tree, keeping himself stable and standing. He swallowed hard, glancing down at Michiru with an uncertain gaze. The moment the flaps of his jeans were spread to the sides the hefty bulge slumped forward, trapped behind the thin fabric of boxers. She gasped softly at the sight and cupped both her hands around the swelling core. She could feel the heat radiating from his rod. Unable to contain her excitement she slowly pulled down his boxers by the elastic band, freeing a neon orange rod which flopped up and forward to slap against her forehead. Her still wide eyes crossed to gaze upon the gift she sought. "Wow.." She whispered, "You've got a really nice cock! And it's so pretty!"
