Helpless Hooves

By Silver Sheep

Anton opened his eyes. The buck was still in the cabin. He looked around the log cabin and saw that the wolves were asleep in various states of dress. The black-coated Roderic was passed out on the floor in front of the slow-combustion heater. Ingolf, the brown and tan wolf, was softy snoring on the sofa, his broad paw pads twitching slightly. Finally, the dark grey wolf Ulfric was slumped over the coffee table, a half-empty beer bottle near an outstretched hand paw. For Anton's part, he had been tied to a dining chair in the centre of the room. The wolves had been drunk, so they hadn't tied him tightly; he ran his hand hooves over one of the knots and could already pry the rope loose.

Anton had had a wild night with the wolves, but he felt he should make his leave before The Swiftbite Guardians woke up again. Wolves had strange titles, and their pack name was part of it. The deer didn't take long to untie himself. Fortunately, the wolves weren't talented with shibari. As Anton stood up, he was reminded of the knotted faux wolf knot filling his rear. He would have to take it out, but the wolves had thought of that and had dressed him in a tight spandex figure skating bodysuit. It kept the base of the toy tightly lodged in his butt. He reached for the back zipper but thought better of it. He still had to get outside before he made too much noise.

Anton crept and deftly passed the tables littered with empty beer bottles and half-filled snack trays. He stopped when the wooden floorboards creaked under him. The buck looked over the room; none of the wolves moved. He exited the lounge room into the hallway. Anton made his way to the front door and carefully opened it. Slowly he shut the door behind him. On the porch, the wolve's ice skates were neatly piled in a rack under three green park ranger coats hung on hooks above them. He stepped down two steps until his hooves crunched the snow.

He was out now; it was time to assess the situation. His outfit kept him warm; it covered his body, only leaving his stubby tail and hands and feet hooves exposed. The getup had padded knee and elbow sections and was surprisingly insulating. Notably absent was the inbuilt dancer's belt, a cup of foam designed to sit inside the crotch of the uniform. It had two functions; one was for modesty; the foam would leave the wearer's crotch featureless. The other was to prevent accidental masturbation. It also dawned on him that he didn't know where his street clothes were, so he had to wear this with or without the included dildo.

He walked past the sledge, the one The Swiftbite Guardians had used to "abduct" him in the late afternoon yesterday. It was covered in a green tarp with "Halisea Lake Parks Department" stencilled in white lettering. Sure he could drag it to push over the snow, but he didn't want to mess with their things.

Anton remembered being hidden under blankets in the back of a sledge atop cartons of beer; the wolves were sneaking back to their cabin. The Swiftbite Guardians were park workers that looked after the lake and surrounding area. They worked hard and played hard, and Anton was lucky enough to be invited to their party. Anton was a bit wary of the seeming straight wolves inviting an openly gay deer to a party on their island cabin, but the wolves turned out very gay. The buck had been quite surprised at how kinky the wolves were but more so how gay they were.

Anton did a lap of the island. The island was about a hectare square and was roughly round in shape. He returned on his own tracks, confirming he had explored the island. Besides the cabin, a few pine trees dotted the island. On the east side was a small boat dock. An inverted snow-covered row boat was stored on the pier. Not that it would help Anton, as the lake had frozen over for the winter.

He could see there was no way across without crossing the frozen lake. The buck looked back at the cabin; Anton thought he should have taken the time to remove the silicone sculpture filling his tail hole. But, now that he was outside, it was too cold to undress, and any forest creatures on the far shore would see him. Anton gulped; he would have to brave the ice.

The buck's hooves were shaky as they descended the bank. The ice was flat, and Anton could see through to the water under it. Anton was confident it would hold his weight because the wolves had dragged him, cases of beer, a sledge and themselves across it yesterday afternoon. Anton to the first steps out on the ice. He left the snow and slid across the frozen lake about a metre before stopping. His legs shook as he turned to look back at the more stable snow-covered ground.

He was committed now. He couldn't step back on the island without moving across the ice. The island was at the centre of the lake, so it made no difference where he started from. He looked down at his black hooves and thought of the best way to move. He shifted his weight and slipped forward. He slid down to his knees. He was delighted with the knee pads; he wasn't hurt from his fall. He sucked in a sharp breath, not from injury but from how the toy had shifted inside him. On land, he had control over where he walked and how much stimulus the toy gave him, but now the slippery ice dictated how he would move.

He had to fight with his hooves to stand up again. Once he had a vertical base, he shuffled forward in a few tiny steps. The thought struck him that he had never ice skated or even walked on the ice. Should he turn back and continue to party with the wolves? He had just a few more steps from the island, and the lake shore looked much further away.

If a flash, he had another slip. He fell on his arse and right on the toy's base inside him. It was already inserted to the hilt, but still, the impact reverberated through him. Anton could see the white water vaper puff out from his maw as the cold air reacted to the warm, exhaled breath. His legs flailed about, making his hooves slide across the ice as he rid out the pleasurable sensation of the toy's tip stabbing his prostate.

After a few moments, Anton tried to stand but quickly slid backwards. He braced his fall with his elbows, again grateful for the padded sections of his outfit. Another stimulating stab from his butt-filling toy graced his prostate. He slid down on his back and let out a huff. His hooves were useless on the ice. In contrast, he could untie ropes and deftly sneak past sleeping wolves on land. Here, he may as well have been wearing bondage mittens and ponyplay boots.

Anton looked down at his crotch. He saw the tip of his cock poking into the soft fabric of the bodysuit. The buck was feeling a bit flushed from the anal stimulation. The outfit was revealing, and he had no way of hiding a boner. In a few tries, he flipped over and got on his knees. Then, changing tack, he tried to crawl across the ice. It felt like he was crawling in place. He could only inch forward a few centimetres at a time.

He let out a groan. This method of locomotion only stimulated his prostate more than anything. He was fully erect inside his skating uniform. He stopped and stared at the blue water under the layer of ice he was trapped on. He was stopping more so to get his sex drive under control than being tired. He panted while he kept still. His rest break was interrupted by the sounds of ice skates gliding across the ice.

Anton turned his head and saw Ingolf skating across the lake. The wolf had come from the dockside of the island, and he was soon on the helpless deer. The brown and tan wolf skated in orbit around Anton.

"Anton, you should have asked us if you wanted to skate," said the wolf.

Now that he was closer, Anton could see the wolf was wearing only his ice skates and green parks department coat but nothing else. The wolf skated closer, stopping in front of the deer.

"Are you okay? You haven't broken anything?" asked the wolf.

"I'm fine," said Anton.

Anton stared up, and the wolf's sheath and fuzzy balls as he stood over him. Ingolf took out a radio from his coat pocket.

The radio chirped, and Ingolf spoke into it.

"I found Anton out on the west side of the lake. He's gone skating, but his helpless hooves have kept him from crossing the ice," said Ingolf.

Anton could feel his cheeks burning. The wolf was right. His hooves made him powerless on the ice.

The radio chirped again, this time in a different tone.

"Alright, we're coming out," came the voice through the radio.

Ingolf placed his radio back in his pocket before crouching next to the buck. He took hold under Anton's arms and began to help the deer to a standing position. Anton held onto Ingolf, who his advantage, started to lap and lick Anton's maw in a wolfish kiss. Anton's hooves flagellated helplessly across the ice. Ingolf pressed forward, shifting his weight to hold the buck upright. Anton didn't miss a beat and kept up his affectionate attack on the deer.

Anton eventually wrapped his nimble legs around Ingolf. This made the wolf wobble, but he kept his balance skating across the lake. Anton could feel his erection rubbing into the wolf's crotch, only separated by a thin piece of cloth. The wolf broke their kiss, leaving Anton to gasp.

"Huppth, I bet you still have that knot in your tail hole; you're so needy," said Ingolf.

Suddenly Ingolf shook Anton loose and flipped him around so that he was facing forward, the direction of travel. The wolf took a firm grip on his hips, anticipating the deer's panic. Indeed, Anton's hooves slipped over the ice skittering back and forth helplessly under him. He wasn't able to find perchance on the slippery ice. Now he was speeding, pushed along by the wolf. The worst part was how his full erection was twitching under the tight spandex of his outfit. He couldn't stop flailing his hooves, which shifted the toy inside him.

After some moments, he kept his hooves flat on the ice and slid over it. This only gave Anton a few moments of calm before he noticed the wolf had let him go. By some miracle, Anton kept himself upright as he coasted to a halt. Ingolf skated past him turning to orbit him. Anton had his arms spread and balanced on the ice. He was in the centre of the ice, equally far from the island and the lake shore.

The whole situation was made much worse by just how horny he was getting. He didn't need to look down to know his deer cock was pushing into the crotch of the spandex uniform. It must be making an oblong-shaped bulge unrestricted for anyone to witness and balancing how he was; he couldn't bring down his hand hooves to at least cover himself.

Roderic and Ulfric were now skating towards them as Anton balanced on shaky legs. The pack was here, and they seemed to want to toy with Anton. Roderic and Ulfric took the deer by both arms and began skating around the lake. Anton tried to keep his balance, but the speedy wolves were too fast for him. His hooves were slipping and sliding out from under him; the two wolves had to carry him alone. Roderic swung Anton away and towards Ingolf, who was keeping pace with the others.

Anton slid towards Ingolf and grabbed hold of the skating wolf. The buck was panting as his anal invader had been poking his prostate the whole time.

"I've never seen a deer like ice-skating some much," said Ingolf.

Anton noticed he was just several metres away from the lake shore. He wiggled out of Ingolf's grip and shuffled towards the snow-covered ground awkwardly. The deer was only making slow progress, seemingly scrambling in place part of the time. The wolves watched as he struggled forward. The other two wolves at least had pants on while Ingolf was now sporting a semi-hard erection enjoying the deer in his near helpless state.

Anton came to a shaky halt. The sex toy was miking his prostate with each dangerous step he had to stop before he blew his load in the figure skater uniform.

"Do you want to head back, Anton?" asked Roderic.

Anton's hooves skidded out from under him, and he crashed down to his knees. While unharmed, the sudden jolt from his sex toy pushed him over the edge. His cock spasmed, and he began cumming. Ropes of deer seed began to paint the inside of his outfit. Cum seeped through the spandex fabric. Anton moaned, and his body shuddered as he creamed his pants in front of the wolves.

Anton submitted himself to the pack when his orgasm was over. They escorted him back to the cabin. There was no way he could walk home in his musky cum covered state. He was in for more fun with the wolves.