Granted
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Casey examined the final details of his invention. He downloaded the latest version of his software and checked out everything to make sure it was perfect. He had been given a grant to tape the mating practice of the Kukoolan Deer and if possible to return with a viable pair of breeding subjects. It was a rare breed of deer that was so elusive no one had seen more than one at any time.
Luckily for Casey, he had opportunity to study a herd of their nearest cousin and had access to the only known Kukoolan female that had ever been held in captivity for longer than a month. All the time he had the doe at his lab, he had cameras on it from every angle. His computers took readings of everything possible for well over a year. Now those reading were being feed into a robotic model of the doe.
Casey currently had it opened, the top half hinged on the side. Inside were sensors and servos capable of allowing the occupant the same types of movements of its real counterpart. Casey set the computers to the "on" mode then moved the robot outside. He verified the device was recording everything before returning to the robot.
He sighed, "A year of my life for 100 million dollars, not such a terrible thing." He stripped naked and, using a small step ladder, inserted his legs into the legs of the robot. Picking up the rubber condom, he inserted his penis. The long tube at the end led to the robot's realistic velvet vulva. Lying on his stomach he moved into position, making sure the nipples of the robot lined up with his. He had taken every measurement, and although things were tight, he knew it would work providing he could line up perfectly. Next, he pressed his hands and arms down the front legs of the robot until he could feel the buttons barely within his reach. They were placed there for an emergency release, but he purposely put them to the extreme so he wouldn't accidentally release. Pausing for a moment, he shoved his head into the helmet which was located at the base of the neck of the machine. He placed his mouth over the tube that would feed him air, water and food and softly stated, "Close unit."
The robot hummed to life as the lid closed over him. He grunted as the thousands of needle probes inserted themselves into his skin everywhere. He had shaved his head the night before. The sensation of the needles into his skull and the itchy nature of a freshly shaved head were almost too much for him. He blinked as the goggles that were pressed tightly over his skull feed him their sensory input.
He inhaled, marveling at how sensitive the robot could sense the different aromas. He moved the unit forward to the edge of the forest before pausing. Taking a deep breath, he ordered "Commence auto-feed."
The robot deer flicked its ears as it bent its head down to nibble on the grass. The machine grounded the grass to a pulp, adding moisture and a drop of a chemical that turned the mush into a viable source of nutrition. It swallowed the mixture forcing it down the tube that lead directly into Casey's mouth. He made a face at the grainy texture and awful taste but ate it anyways. The machine doe moved into the forest stopping at a brook to gulp down the water. The liquid was purified before streaming down another tube, feeding him needed refreshment. The machine kept alternating between grass and leaves and the water until it had consumed the normal daily intake of the doe it had observed.
Casey was amazed. He could actually feel his body as it moved around. He moved to a tree purposely brushing against it, the sensation of the bark against his faux body was eerie at how real it felt. He decided to activate the last know position of where the deer roamed and he instantly felt himself moving north through the vegetation.
Several hours passed and he felt a pressure on his bladder. Finding a comfortable location subconsciously, he felt himself squatting as his urine warmed the ground. He blinked at the unusual sensation. The robot had moved him on instinct to a natural position, but what unnerved him more is that is actually felt like it was originating from his artificial vagina. As he stood there pondering, he felt his tail flag as he defecated too. The computer didn't let him ponder too long as it moved him forward still. He traveled into the night, before finding a tree with branches that nearly touched the ground. Crawling under then, he fell asleep quickly.
Casey blinked as the hint of sunlight managed to break through the roof of his make shift house. His ears flickered as he heard a bleating in the distance. Instantly he was on his hooves and moving towards the source. As he crested one hill, he saw a small, hidden valley with the very deer that were elusive to everyone.
He slowly approached, not quite sure what the reaction would be. As he got closer, he could see the large stag circling around a dozen or so does. It jerked its head towards him, and he froze. The male trotted over to him and sniffed his body, before licking his face. The stag pushed him on his side, and the computer forced him to join the herd.
Speaking softly Casey recorded, "Made contact with herd. The male must be mistaking me for the lost doe and readily accepted me as part of his harem."
For the rest of the day Casey mingled with the does feeding and drinking just like any of them. To an outside observer, he was undistinguishable from the other females. He sniffed at them and smiled as he could identify each unique one by her scent. He labeled each with a name and as soon as he did, he knew that doe by that name.
As night approached the male circled around them, getting them into a tight pack. Once satisfied, the stag's antlers glowed with a purplish haze. Casey felt light headed for a moment, blinking his eyes. When he readjusted, he couldn't believe what he saw. He and the rest of the herd were in an underground cavern, complete with trees, grass and a beautiful lake. The experience, however, made him lightheaded and he found his eyes getting heavy as he fell asleep.
In the morning, Casey was stirred by the machine to frolic with the other deer. He ran back and forth with them until he saw most of them heading for the far end of the cave and decided to join them. Once they arrived at a certain location, the female all made soft noises as they did their morning business. "Typical," he thought to himself. "Doesn't matter what species it is," he whispered into the mike, "women go to the bathroom in herds." When they returned, the male was waiting for them. He gathered them up in a tight circles and teleported them to another location.
And so the days typically went by with the male moving the group somewhere random to graze in the morning and into the cave at night. This had become routine. Casey was beginning to become bored, as his mind lulled into mindless habits. "I didn't prepare myself," he started his daily log one day, "with the sheer mundane that would occur from being in the suit for long periods of time. If something new doesn't happen quickly, I fear I might have to abort in fear of losing my mind to what happens around me."
The next morning, right after their morning visit, Casey noticed something odd about the females. He lagged a bit behind the group, until he noticed the females and their flagged tails. "Note, females have appeared to have gone into heat. I should be able to get some good footage of the encounter."
The male sniffed the air around them as the group returned to him. Unlike previous days, he moved 'Cathy' from the rest of the group and nibbled her side. Casey watched as the male moved around the doe, while she moved away from the group in a sly, playful manner with the male.
"Computer, verify recording actions. Store any additional information," Casey stated.
"Command confirmed," the computer replied in his ears.
Casey watched as the male sniffed the doe's rear, the buck's shaft slowly descending. He watched the male closely, trying to capture the first recording of mating. He got closer, smelling the strong odor of the female in heat. But it wasn't the aroma of the female that started to affect him. The scent that was having stirring feelings in all the females and him was the musky scent of the dripping pre from the buck. They all watched as the male jumped on the female's back, his shaft slapping his stomach as he positioned himself. He wiggled a bit, moving closer as his head pressed into the wet folds of his prize.
Casey was so intent on filming that he failed to notice his own breathing quickening. He continued to watch the mating as he felt warmth between his legs and a moisture building. He stood there wondering what was going on with his body as the pounding the male was giving the female continued. The buck shoved and rammed until his entire length was in the doe, slapping his balls at her entrance. Casey shivered, matching the doe's actions almost verbatim. Suddenly the buck bellowed a call to the heavens as he threw his head back. The doe moaned and wiggled as her orgasm hit her at the same moment. Casey felt suddenly warm that spread through his body. He felt wet between his legs from his faux vagina. He watched in fascination when the male dismounted. The buck stood there waiting as the female slowly turned around and started to lick their juices from his shaft as it slowly retreated into his body.
Casey stood there in awe, watching the nibbles and kisses thie huge buck was giving the smaller doe. Throughout the day, the two mated over and over, all the while Casey watched with glee. The actions continued until midday the next day. The buck sniffed the doe's rear, like it had done dozens of times, but this time just snorted. She had moved off by herself, away from the does. He moved to Sally next, starting off like he had with Cathy. Their encounter lasted two full days, the buck moving off just as the rest of the herd went to sleep.
Casey blinked his eyes wearily stretching as the male was standing next to him. He backed away when he noticed the buck's nostrils flare. He turned, wanting to run, but just slowly walked, lifting his tail. He breathing increased and he felt the same warm wetness between his legs. He grunted when he felt a broad tongue lapping at his nethers. He stood motionless there for a moment, which was long enough to allow the buck to jump on his back. The machine immediately locked the legs in place as the male aimed at Casey's entrance. Shoving hard, the male impaled half his length on his first thrust.
Moaning, Casey couldn't believe what he was feeling. It actually felt as though the male had his shaft inside him, but Casey simply dismissed the idea. Then he felt his body spasming on the shaft, coating it in his own juices. The buck was relentless, like it had been on the other does, ramming its entire length into Casey, slapping its sacs at his entrance. He cried out when he heard the buck bellow, triggering his own orgasm on the male. The heat from the arousal made him feel woozy.
Casey grunted, as the male dismounted, but his eyes went large as the machine, which had learned from previous nights, turned him around to lick the juices from the shaft. He tried to stop it, but the device ignored new inputs. The tongue wrapped around the shaft, cleaning it as it slowly regressed into its hideaway. Other than not being able to stop himself, the other odd thing to Casey was that he not only tasted the musky, salty semen from the male, but the taste of female juices.
For the rest of the day, he walked with the male rubbing the buck. He struggled with the machine, but it refused to listen, allowing the male to mount him multiple times into the night. For the rest of the next day, the buck was relentless, pounding Casey with every mounting. Casey, having never had sex before, was starting to panic. Not because of being violated, because he was starting to enjoy it. He was getting confused.
The brutal mountings continued into the third day, both male and "doe" having enjoyable sex. Casey was losing his mind. When nightfall came, and the pair settled down to sleep, Casey whispered to the computer. "Computer, do what ever you need to do to end this, acknowledge."
"Command confirmed," was the cold reply.
Casey felt a slight pin prick at the base of the back of the neck. With the rest of the day finally catching up to him, he fell asleep, leaning against the buck.
The next morning, Casey woke with a new itch between his legs. It was an odder sensation. When the male nuzzled his flanks, Casey turned and showed the male his nether lips. His breathing became labored as he felt the heat and wetness. It was different this time. The male jumped on what he perceived as his doe and like previous days, shoving his shaft into Casey's vagina. Casey cried out, feeling muscles he didn't know he had squeezing what felt like a log being rammed into him. He rocked under the male, feeling juices coating the shaft. Casey grunted and shivered, the encounter getting him extremely aroused as pleasing warmth spread through him. Suddenly, Casey felt the male shove hard, the sensation of some barrier being breached. Casey cried out, feeling a tremendous heat gush from deep inside as the male released his fertile seed into Casey. The buck dismounted, a new display of confidence emanating from the beast. The machine turned Casey around so he could clean the buck as the two nuzzled each other more.
They stayed close together for a little while longer. The morning sun had nearly risen to its zenith when the male was feeling frisky again. It moved behind Casey again and sniffed his rear, then huffed as it moved off. Casey felt an urge to move with the previously mated does.
"Good job, computer." Casey whispered, a feeling of relief washing over him. As he watched the male mount another female, however, he felt a sensation of sadness and jealously. He managed to dispatch the feelings, and set out to record the rest of the matings.
Two full months passed as Casey made records of every mating. He had gotten used to the sickly feelings that had been strong from what he assumed were from the long time he had been pent up in the confining machine. A few days after the last female had been mounted, Casey had noticed the larger bellies on the beginning females.
"I have observed the results of the male's work. The females he first mounted are showing definite signs of pregnancy," he whispered into the mike, before getting a drink of water. As he turned, he caught his reflection in the water and froze, as though he had been blinded by headlights. His watery image reflected back the same drooping stomach he had seen on the other does. He felt a rush of adrenalin before trying to calm himself. "Computer," he started, pausing for a moment, "are you giving me the appearance of being pregnant to blend in with the other does?"
"Negative," was the cold reply.
He stood there thinking a moment before asking, "Am I pregnant?"
"Affirmative," the machine told him.
"Um, computer, that isn't possible. I am male," he told the computer.
"In order to fulfill your last command, necessary changes were made."
"What command!?" Casey nearly yelled, his heart starting to race at what he was hearing.
"Order was to make male stop mating with you. The male can sense when females they are mating become pregnant so they can move to the next female. In order to get the male to move on, it was necessary to alter your anatomy to fulfill command." The computer explained.
Casey started to hyperventilate as his heart raced. "How could you..."
"Emergency override necessary to protect both lives," the computer barked as he felt something pump into his veins. He immediately felt calm as he closed his eyes.
Casey blinked his eyes as he felt something under him. He was still a bit groggy, but turned his head to see a fawn suckling from one of his teats. He could feel the milk flowing from him, understood what that meant, but somehow, instead of feeling dread, it filled him with pride. He stood still, letting the baby feed until he blinked his eyes and opened them wide as the light from the new day filled his eyes. The dream felt so real, even to the point where his nipples still hurt.
Days went on, his daily routines lulling him into complacency. He was struggling with his, no, her growing weight in her stomach. "Home," she thought. "If I can get home, I can get the master computer to shut it down."
She waited for the opportunity, each day getting moved around. One particularly chilly morning, she recognized a part of the forest that the herd had been moved to. Moving one of the females to the stag, she moved around a clump of trees when he was distracted.
Slowly she made her way south, somewhat from memory, somewhat from instinct. She walked for a few days, stopping only for a bit to get some rest. After several days, she saw her house. She paused for a moment at the odd sight, seeing smoke from the chimney. Walking slowly around the back of the house, she walked through the open gate into the pen.
As she approached the house, Stanley walked out. He had been Casey's assistant on some of the more complex programming of the artificial deer. "Welcome home, friend," he said with a smile on his face. "Looks like someone got knocked-up." He chuckled and put his hand out to Casey's muzzle.
Casey immediately started to lick the offered hand before stopping and looking up to Stanley's face quizzically.
Seeing the question in her eyes, Stanley explained, "I had originally stopped by to check up on things, but when I saw the machine had actually modified things, I couldn't resist. I deleted all information about you, the machine, everything actually. As far as the company that is paying a grant to you is concerned, I am the one getting paid for delivering a healthy female. I will probably even get a bonus when you give birth to your male.
Casey tried to respond, but all she could do is bleat. Over and over, she tried to form words, but the machine only allowed the normal sounds from a deer to be heard.
"Walk over there," Stanley commanded, pointing to a boarding crate.
Casey tried to refuse, but her legs moved slowly to the wooden box.
"Stop!" Stanley yelled out, forcing the doe to stop in her tracks. "You are going to love giving birth to a whole new herd of deer."
Inside the machine, Casey heard the computer say, "Command confirmed," as a new surge of drugs was pumped into him.
"The money will be all mine, and no one will ever know who you really are but me," Stanley gloated, slapping the doe on the ass to push her up the ramp into the box.
Suddenly, thorny antlers appeared through Stanley's chest, killing him instantly. The buck twisted his head, shredding the man's chest, revenge for hitting his female. Casey was stunned, staring at the scene. The buck nuzzled Casey from behind for a moment before the pair found themselves back with the herd.
A few days passed and Casey woke to a feeling of a strong cramp in her stomach. She moved around, trying to find a comfortable spot as the contractions hit her strong. She felt a gush of water down her legs and she lay in the grass on her side. The stag had come over to her licking her face. Casey was surprised at how the simple action made her feel good. She grunted and pushed, the pain piercing her body. She couldn't believe just how badly it hurt, but she continued to push and push and push, until she felt a nose emerge from between her legs. Over the course of the next hour, she managed to push her foal from her. She did what any doe would do, cleaning her young before pushing his nose to her teats to drink.
The corporation never did discover what happened to the person responsible for the wonderful information they received. Many years had passed and they had received all the data they could have hoped for. The doe had produced many offspring before they shut the project down.
Casey nuzzled her mate. She had come into season again and waited in a grove for him to mount her. She loved having his babies. Nothing, not even the grant, mattered anymore.