Blacktail Sanctuary - Chapter Six -
#6 of (ZOO) Blacktail Sanctuary
Jasmine makes her intentions all too clear to Stephen, as she is a young Whitetail doe coming quickly into season, and her wishes become quite apparent, but he intitially rebuffs her advances, making her think he doesn't want her. Again, she tries to convince her 'stag' she wants to breed him, and against his better nature, Stephen succumbs to curiosity, taking her to a disused shed hidden in a willow grove on the sanctuary - where he begins to have second thoughts about what he is about to do. Jasmine once again convinces him, that this is her decision - and they consumate their first mating as human and doe - but will their love be discovered - and how would he ever explain himself to Kelly, his girlfriend if she ever knew....?
Blacktail Sanctuary Chapter Six © Cederwyn Whitefurr 12th February, 2012 All Rights Reserved.
Stephen blinked, then realisation slowly dawned on him, as Jasmine's intent struck him like a thunderbolt between the eyes.
"No..." Stephen whimpered, as he stood staring in Jasmine's eyes, her gaze staring back as her tail flagged faster and faster.
Jasmine blinked, a frown slowly creasing her forehead as she bleated insistently, wondering why her chosen buck ignored her cries. As Stephen nervously backed away from her, Jasmine uttered a cry of what sounded like confusion and dismay, before she slowly lowered her tail, then turned around and trotted after him. Her muzzle rubbed against his thighs, and Stephen gasped, feeling his arousal growing almost unbearable, before he roughly pushed Jasmine's head away and tapped her lightly on the nose.
"NO!" He snapped at her.
Jasmine flinched, then bleated again, before nuzzling his hands, almost apologetically. She didn't know why he chose not to accept her offer of breeding - sure, she wasn't quite in season yet - but the hormones driving the compulsion were building fast within her - and she adored her human master. To her, there was nothing at all wrong with choosing him as her mate. He was gentle, kind, affectionate - gave her delicious treats she adored - and his scent, whilst not that of a Whitetail buck - not by a long shot - showed his interest...so why wouldn't he accept her? Again, Jasmine licked and nuzzled his thighs, and Stephen gasped helplessly - knowing the feelings he was having were wrong - oh so wrong - yet this Doe seemed...willing...
"Jasmine...my love - " Stephen whispered, cupping her chin in his trembling hands and lifting her head up. "We...we can't - not...not here..."
Jasmine blinked, then frowned again, her ears flicking. Why not here? Her mind thought in its own unique way. He was aroused, his scent indicated such - she was willing...why wouldn't this stag take her and mate with her here and now? Did he not think her ready? Dozens of thoughts and feelings flickered across her mind, as she bleated and nuzzled him again. Stephen thought he'd lose his mind, then lightly pushed her head away and leaned down to whisper into her ears.
"Come..."
Jasmine blinked, then followed Stephen from the birthing pens, happily trotting after him as he walked quickly - but with a distinct awkwardness - down past the other Whitetail, who once again glanced at him with disinterest, then went back to eating. Stephen led her to the shed where they kept the food for the deer, then took a quick glance around. Realising it wasn't probably the most private of places, he settled on another and Jasmine followed obediently, pausing occasionally to scent the air and watch the bucks, some of which paused and sniff the air, catching the faint hint of an oestrus-nearing doe. They twitched, glanced around and promptly lost interest, as the doe was close - but not close enough - not yet anyway.
Stephen led Jasmine to an old shed, nearly completely screened by a thicket of willows, and he cautiously checked around, to see that no keepers or curious deer were anywhere nearby, and he eased open the door, cringing as he heard the rusty hinges squealing. Jasmine nudged him from behind, and Stephen giggled nervously, before reaching back and pushing her nose away.
"Wait..." he whispered, as he quickly rescanned the paddock, until he was sure he hadn't been seen.
Quietly, he stepped into the shed, finding it reasonably free of dust and cobwebs, before he turned about and looked at Jasmine, who stood outside, beneath the shade of one of the willows, then tilted her head to the side in an unmistakeable look of curiosity. Stephen gestured to her, and Jasmine took a tentative step into the shed, before she froze and bleated, confused why he wanted her in this dimly lit shed, when outside was quite pleasant.
"Jasmine...come - " Stephen whispered, gesturing to her again.
Placing her faith in her trainer, Jasmine obeyed, daintily stepping into the shed and nuzzling Stephen's hands adoringly. He smiled and stroked her forehead, ruffling her ears, reassuring her she had done the right thing. From here, they were moderately inconspicuous, as the heavy shade from the willow grove would not let anyone see them, before Stephen stroked Jasmine's muzzle, and she bleated quietly, almost shyly - her tail flickering slowly from side to side. She could smell his growing arousal, and her own began warming her body, as she snuffled at his thighs and bleated again - more instantly than previously, her tail flicking upright in one smooth stroke. She sensed, somehow - her trainer was now willing - of sorts, but underlying his arousing scent, was the very real stink of his fear. Jasmine didn't understand his fear - for was she not willingly inviting him to breed her?
"Turn around...please - " Stephen hissed, feeling his rapidly tending trousers becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
Jasmine blinked and tilted her head to the side, not understanding what he wanted her to do, so Stephen quickly placed one hand on her shoulder, the other on her rump, and with the skittering of her hooves, quickly turned her about. She bleated and looked back over her shoulder, watching as he slowly knelt down behind her, then rested a hand lightly on her rump, tenderly stroking and scratching. Jasmine quivered, the rippling of her fur further enticing Stephen, before he reached between her hind legs and tenderly touched her udder. Jasmine gasped and flinched away from him, pressing her rump against the wall of the shed, before her tail slapped down and she uttered a weak, barking cough like sound - wether it was displeasure or fear, he didn't know.
"jasmine...come..." Stephen whispered at her, making a summoning gesture.
Frightened, the Doe obeyed the gesture, before nuzzling Stephens fingers and licking his palms, almost apologetically. She was confused, not understanding why he didn't mate her, when she presented herself - but instead - touching her sensitive udder...
"Shhh..." Stephen murmured, as he stroked and soothed her. "It'll be alright...I promise..."
Jasmine gave a soft snort, before swallowing visibly, then letting him turn her around again. Her tail raised willingly, and Stephen placed his hands on her hips, tenderly stroking and feeling her trembling muscles, before he gazed at that pale white fur beneath her tail, the tightly puckered anus, and that glistening slit - of her waiting sex.
"This...this is wrong..." Stephen moaned, fighting the urges within him.
One compelled him to mate with Jasmine - oh, he knew it was possible, for a human to mate a Whitetail doe - but another part of him, screamed for him to come to his senses - this was wrong! She was a doe...not an anthropomorph like Kelly...and he quivered, before carefully stroking up and down Jasmine's hips, soothing her and relaxing her nervousness - before he leaned his head close and inhaled the scent from her groin. Instantly, his erection twitched, as the scent he knew from experience with Kelly - wasn't that far different. Jasmine twitched in his grasp, but made no effort to pull away from him, as she stared back over her shoulder, her tail frizzling. Encouraged by her trust, Stephen leaned a little closer, then brushed his nose against Jasmine's waiting opening, and she uttered a short, bleating cry of longing - before she crouched her hind legs down, assuming the typical feminine breeding posture.
"No my...my god...my sweet...naive young Hind...we...we need...I need...to prepare...first - " Stephen rasped, feeling his ache in his groin almost painful in its intensity.
It longed to be buried inside the incredibly hot depths of a Whitetail - be it Feral doe or anthro...it didn't distinguish between the two. Using one hand, he unbuckled his belt and then his trousers, finally giving his throbbing penis the freedom it wanted. As his fingers touched his length, it twitched violently and he nearly reached orgasm there and then - so aroused was he, he thought he couldn't even come close to mounting the obviously willing doe, who continued staring back at him.
Jasmine bleated, her tail flagging, as she continued to hold her posture, willing and eager for him to mate her - then when Stephen kissed her warm folds, Jasmine gasped and trembled violently from tail to ears. Sure, she had been licked, nuzzled and nibbled by a courting stag before - but nothing prepared her for this...
Stephen began using his tongue, flicking it up and down against jasmine's warm folds, before he carefully prised them apart with two fingers and began exploring the now squealing hinds sex. He quickly and easily found her clitoris and engaged in pleasurable cunnilingus with Jasmine, who crouched lower and shook as if she was stricken with a fever. Never had a stag pleasured her like this - and her arousal grew more and more intense, as Stephen closed his eyes and began licking and nuzzling harder and deeper - his mind imagining himself pleasuring Kelly - who tasted almost as sweet, and just as hot.
For ten minutes, he pleasured Jasmine, before she slapped her tail down and uttered a warning cough, and Stephen blinked, knowing to trust the Doe's instincts over his own. Jasmine's ears flicked too and fro, before she snorted and shuddered, turning her gaze back to Stephen and lifting her tail again - this time - her sex wasn't just willing - it was ready...Stephen didn't need Jasmine's senses to read the signs of a willing doe - her vulva quivered, and a pale, clear liquid dribbled slowly from her folds, as her natural lubricating fluids began flowing. Its scent was unmistakable, even to Stephen, and he moaned in longing, before he carefully stood - letting his trousers and boxers slide to his ankles - and he took his penis in one hand - rubbing it gently against Jasmine's hot folds. Jasmine grunted and twitched, before she spread apart her hind legs even further - lowering herself until just the tip of Stephen's length was inside her - and she uttered a squeal of surprise and alarm.
Having been bred multiple times before, Jasmine suddenly realised this was a lot thicker, and not the right shape, for a stag's penis. It pressed tightly against her trembling vaginal walls, but the gasp from her trainer behind her, and his sudden change in scent - soon made her decide she would breed her trainer - even if it would cause her discomfort - as he loved her - she knew this in some instinctual way - and besides...if she pleased him - he might give her more of those sweet, delectable treats...
Stephen clasped Jasmine by her furred hips, trying not to suddenly lunge as he realised just how tight she was...but Jasmine grunted and shivered, before looking back at Stephen and uttering a bleating cry. Encouraged by her seeming willingness, Stephen began carefully pushing against her rump, feeling himself sliding cautiously inside Jasmine, who gasped and trembled with each slow thrust.
"Oh...oh god Jasmine - " Stephen moaned.
He had made love with Kelly, in every way imaginable and position they could think of - but nothing he had ever done, prepared him for the tightening folds of this young Doe. Kelly was talented, Stephen made no disagreement, but feeling jasmine's incredibly tight vaginal walls squeezing as he edged forwards a little deeper - it was almost the same, but Jasmine had Kelly licked, for pure orgasm-inducing pleasure. Stephen kept a firm hold on Jasmine's hips, listening to her soft cries as he thrust a little deeper - almost half his impressive length buried in her tightening warmth, and when Jasmine flickered her tail, he pushed a little harder against her rump.
It took everything he had, to resist the urge to just bury himself and start pounding wildly, as he sometimes did with the very willing Kelly - who didn't mind a good, hard lovemaking at times - but Jasmine wasn't Kelly, and she was obviously distressed...but determined to please her trainer - and be bred by him. Finally, Stephen managed to bury himself completely inside Jasmine, who hung her head and panted heavily - her vaginal walls stretched beyond anything she had experienced before, but she squirmed and lifted her head slowly, uttering a low, gasping moan. Stephen twitched and was about to pull himself out, realising the discomfort that Jasmine must be feeling - before she flickered her tail - and in one quick movement - she pushed herself backwards - and squeezed down on Stephen's imprisoned member. Stephen thrust wildly, losing his self control, as Jasmine squeezed again, panting and shivering - trying to bring her buck to arousal - and the third time her powerful muscular contractions rippled along Stephen's length - he pulled Jasmine's hips tight and began releasing his seed deep inside her. Little did either of them know, but his last movement had pushed his penis almost against Jasmine's cervix, and his semen quickly flooded her hot, well lubricated depths.
Stephen grunted and bucked again and again, lifting jasmine off her hind hooves, as she gasped and threw her head back, uttering a long, piercing bleat - never having been bred this vigorously - and her tail frizzled against Stephen's belly, as he bucked his hips against her groin and another powerful orgasm flooded into her again. Slowly, Jasmine began trembling, wanting to break this mating position, as she had felt her stag orgasm at least twice inside her - and for a doe - that meant the buck should dismount. Stephen had no experience, and Jasmine grunted, then began struggling - growing increasingly afraid, as Stephen still clutched her tight. He suddenly come to his senses, and released his tight grip, feeling Jasmine pulled herself forwards - his wilting erection slipping from her body and a quick muscular contraction, made a small dribble of his semen trickle out of her tight folds and slide down her groin, unnoticed by either of them...
Jasmine shuddered and dropped her head, panting in relief, before she flicked her ears, feeling the sweat soaking their bases, and she carefully turned, then looked at Stephen, who stood - as white as a sheet, staring past Jasmine at the door. Jasmine looked at the semen dribbling from Stephen's penis, then she flicked her ears inquisitively. She did not know what to make of her trainers scent - he was leased, that much she could figure out, but his fear still clung to him like a sickening miasma. Shyly, Jasmine crept forwards and nuzzled him, then sniffed at his wilting erection Maybe, her mind thought to itself, he expects her to clean him - as often stags did with a doe, after they had mated. Flicking her ears back, Jasmine closed her eyes and began licking Stephen's penis, tasting her own secretions, then uttering a weak cough as she lapped at the semen that dribbled from the head. Stephen crumpled bonelessly to the floor, his mind shocked and horrified at what he had done, yet a pleasure, he had never imagined in his life - sent its tendrils through his body. Weakly, he was aware of a hot, wet tongue slurping and licking him - and without thinking, he placed his hands on the furred head, and lightly rubbed the ears.
Jasmine froze for a second; not comprehending what her trainer wanted from her - but she shivered and let him continue stroking, as she lipped gently at his penis, then wrapped her tongue around it - and drew it into her muzzle with surprising ease. Instantly, Stephen's eyes snapped open and he moaned, feeling Jasmine's tongue licking and slurping, before she swallowed and lifted her head, tilting it to he side - then licking his sweaty face adoringly. She knew he had been immensely pleased by her willingness to mate, and as she licked his face and neck, tasting his salty sweat, she bleated and flagged her tail slowly from side to side - like she was seeking some sort of appreciation from her chosen buck.
To Be Continued...