This work contains Anthro/Furry characters.
Rhett woke up feverish and with a puddle between his thighs on the bed. He groaned as he sat up and looked down at himself. He had kicked the covers off at some point during the night which revealed the soaked patch on his bed. His cock stood at attention, pink and throbbing between his legs.
He had completely forgotten about his rut.
It was really his fault. He hadn't had his rut last year, side effect of medication he had been trying, so he hadn't remembered to set a reminder for the next year. Now, in the middle of November, he was so horny he could hardly think straight.
Rhett groaned and rolled over onto his stomach, as if hiding his face in his pillow would let him ignore the near-painful arousal between his legs. All it did was make his dick brush against the slick patch on his sheets. The touch made his head spin and his hips thrust against the bed to get more--more pressure, more slick fabric against his dick, anything as long as it was more.
With his last functioning thought, he grabbed the pillow under his face and shoved it down under his hips. Sparks danced up his spine as he grunted and humped his pillow desperately.
All Rhett could think of was fucking, breeding, getting his dick into something. He felt like a fawn again, ready to rub against anything he could find. His hooves nearly tore at the sheets as he tried to press as hard as possible into the pillow. Within minutes he was gripping his pillow like a lifeline as his body trembled through an orgasm. He couldn't stop himself from bleating as he shot thick ropes of cum across his pillow.
He flopped against his bed with a heavy sigh. His dick flagged a bit but he knew it wouldn't be long before it was straining for another round. He dragged his soaked pillow out from under his hips and pushed it off onto the floor. That pillow was ruined for sure.
When Rhett finally managed to pull himself together, he reached for his phone. There was no way he could go through this alone. He started googling, looking for any service that might help.
He finally found a website that might help him. Rut-Ready Breeders was a shady-looking website that advertised partners for any animal, any season, but it seemed legitimate enough that he kept scrolling. The company existed to pair women seeking studs with guys willing to get their dicks wet. The contract both parties signed would protect him from the doe trying to get him for child support, which particularly interested him. He would get to breed a doe with no obligation to stick around for the kid when it came out six months later. His dick made its excitement known.
Rhett spilled some lube into his hand and wrapped it around his dick. The cold liquid did little to quell his horniness. He started to fuck his hand, his fingers providing a perfect tunnel for him to rut into. His head fell back onto the mattress as he jacked off to the thought.
He stroked himself hard and fast, dick sliding through his hand as he imagined getting his hands on a doe in estrus. Bending her over, presenting her cunt so he could fill it. The thought of breeding was too much for him to handle and he came again with a cry. His antlers caught on the sheets and he heard them rip.
His second orgasm left him reeling and he very nearly dropped his phone in his attempt to get the information for the place. It was only a 15 minute drive from his house, which didn't seem so bad until he factored in that he would need to drive with a raging boner. Nonetheless, he got out of bed and got dressed.
He ended up putting a condom on his dick before he got his pants on. It was smart in hindsight because not 5 minutes later he was humping a couch cushion looking for some relief for his aching arousal.
