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A Sip From The Nymph's Spring

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Written By: MisstressChange

“This looks like a good spot. What do you guys think?"

Drew spread his arms out to gesture at his surroundings. His girlfriend, Stella, and his Sister, Carrie, let their backpacks slip from their shoulders, both sighing with exhaustion.

“Sure, Drew, it's great. Can we just set up our stuff already? We've been hiking since morning," Stella replied. Carrie cut in after her.

“Yeah, I'm starving."

Drew turned around, his hands now grasping the straps of his backpack where they hugged his chest. “Yeah. I don't see why not. Just look at that view!" He pointed downhill to where the trees parted, framing a perfect picture of the glacier-fed lake nestled in the bowl of the local mountain range. It was late spring, and despite the rising heat, each mountain still held onto its white snow caps. Evergreen trees covered each of them below their treelines, appearing like green fuzz from the perspective of the three hikers.

“That is a really gorgeous view," Carrie admitted.

“Yeah." Stella agreed. “It's breathtaking, really." She turned back to her boyfriend. “So, can we finally make camp? Daylight ends in a few hours."

“Absolutely," Drew replied, gazing around the area. “This place is perfect. We can set up our tent right over there." He pointed to a flatter part of the ground. He then pointed to a thicker brush where a few trees had fallen. “We can get our firewood from there." Drew pointed to a stream running just outside the future campsite. “And we can grab some rocks for our fire there."

“Can we drink from that?" Carrie asked. “I drank most of my water getting here."

Drew paused, then scoffed. Carrie was never one to come prepared. Drew knew how to camp; he'd been doing it plenty since the three graduated high school. He learned to take more than one bottle of water for the weekend, just in case. Drew figured Carrie would have ignored most of his suggestions while packing, so he brought an extra bottle for her.

“I brought more water if you need some. But I doubt it'll last if you're already almost out." He slung his pack off his shoulder and leaned it against a large tree, beginning to unpack.

“Thanks," Carrie said. “But can we drink from the stream or not?" Drew sighed.

“I dunno, depends. If it's running water, maybe. But still, It's a bit of a gamble. We'll have to boil it regardless."

“Well, it's a stream, so it's definitely running."

“We'll check it later," Drew replied impatiently. He pulled the tent and sleeping bag from his pack and dug through it for the extra water bottles. “Let's just set up before it gets too dark." He felt around for the disposable bottle, pulled it from his bag, and handed it to his sister.

“Thanks." Carrie cracked the seal on the cap as she unscrewed it and started gulping it down. Drew looked back at Stella with a weary look on his face. Stella quirked the corner of her mouth in silent response, the two sharing uneasy feelings.

It was supposed to be just Drew and Stella that weekend. The couple were avid campers; this was the first time that year that the weather hadn't been cold or wet. They enjoyed their treks into the wilderness, finding a random trail and venturing off to find a unique spot all their own so they could be alone with Mother Nature, forcing her to watch them as they made love in the moss and leaves.

Unfortunately, none of that would be happening this weekend. No privacy, no quiet. Not while Carrie was present. It was all Stella's idea to take her along, an attempt to take the other girl's mind off her recent breakup. The two girls were college friends before Stella and Drew got together. Stella met Drew the night he picked them up from a party as a favor.

So, the three packed up their stuff – Carrie, with Drew's assistance -- and drove out into the wilderness. The hike was long, and wore them all out, but finally, he found the perfect spot. And what a spot it was. The girls might not have appreciated it as much, but it was worth it for him. It would hopefully make up for putting up with his sister's inexperience all weekend.

“Okay, I'm going to set up the tent," Drew said, laying out his plan. “You two gather some firewood and some stones for the firepit." He picked up the grey tent bag and waltzed over to where he planned on pitching it.

“Sounds good," Stella replied. “You wanna get the rocks, Carrie? You can get 'em from the stream."

“Sure," Carrie replied. Her eyes wandered, following the stream's path. “Can I see where this stream comes from while I'm at it?"

“Couldn't hurt. Just don't take too long or go too far. It'll be dark soon." Stella turned to her friend, slipping a black canister from her backpack. “And take this with you, just in case." Carrie was about to take it from her but stopped.

“What is it?"

“Bear spray. Just pull the orange tab off and press the trigger down." She explained, pointing out the lever at the top.

“Uh, ok," Carrie replied with a touch of unease in her voice. “Are there bears?"

“Maybe. There could be cougars, too. But they'll most likely leave us alone if there are. It's just good to be safe." Carrie took the spray from her and tucked it into her hoodie pocket.

“Uh… yeah… okay." Carrie's tone became increasingly nervous. Stella sniffed and smirked a little.

“You'll be fine, hun. Just enjoy yourself."

Carrie took a deep breath and brushed the locks of blonde hair from her face. “Yeah… Yeah, I got this." Stella produced a steel-handed axe from the side of her pack.

“Hell yeah, you do." She stood up and slung the axe over her shoulder, giving the girl a warm smile. “Have fun exploring!" With that, she turned and headed off into the woods, her head swiveling as she scanned the forest floor for twigs she could use as kindling.

“Yeah… have fun," Carrie said to herself. She turned her gaze to Drew, who spread the tent over the ground. She walked past him as she started for the stream. “Be back in a bit, dork," she teased.

“Yeah, cya," he answered, barely paying her attention as he coupled his tent poles.

Carrie walked over the carpet of pine needles and leaves, reaching the stream. She stood, watching the water flow past her. She wondered if she could hop over the water without falling in. However, afraid of getting wet feet if she failed, she opted not to try and began perusing the rocks she'd been tasked with retrieving. Her eyes scanned the meager body of water as she went, picking out rocks big enough to make a formidable firepit. Her search took her further upstream, over the ridge where she'd lost sight of the camp.

After a few trips back to the campsite with her stones, Carrie ventured so far up the hill that she'd come to the stream's source. It was a spring, backdropped by a short cliff where a waterfall trickled into it. A great oak grew from the steeper bank by the cliff, its roots reaching down into the waters. The pitter-patter of droplets splashing on the rocks and landing in the water added ambient tranquility. Carrie paused to take in the serenity washing over her like the water off the cliff's face.

“Whoa," she remarked. The girl set down her armful of stones and stepped up to the small pond.

Its water was crystal clear, clear enough to see the bottom. She figured the surface might reach her shoulders if she waded into the deepest point. Carrie felt an urge gradually build within her to wade into it. A strange and sudden compulsion to strip off her clothes and swim around in its shallow depths pressed in on her.

She couldn't help it. The spring just looked so inviting. A faint mist clung to its surface like a hot spring in the winter. The way the setting sun shone through the trees in beams brought the vapor to life with a golden shimmer, adding the appearance of a mystical aura to it that called to her in primordial ways long forgotten by humans in their modern surroundings.

“I know why Drew likes camping now," she murmured. If these were the things she could find while immersing herself in the great outdoors, it was no wonder why Drew and Stella always found an excuse to steal themselves away for weekends at a time throughout the year.

She licked her dry lips. With all the work she'd been doing hauling stones to and from camp and her uphill walking, it was no wonder she was parched. She crouched down at the edge of the spring, intent on slaking her sudden thirst. The water smelled…sweet. It reminded her of rose water or the water she'd drank on vacation to Mexico once when the staff put strawberry slices in the dispensers.

Carrie cupped her hands together and took a helping of it. It trickled from her hands, dripping on her bare legs. She sniffed it again before bringing her hands to her mouth and sipping it up. Her eyes sprung open in surprise. It tasted even better than it smelled, and she couldn't help but hum in delight.

“Damn, that's good," she remarked. Carrie went back for another helping, then another. It was so delicious, so fresh, so pure. It was the best damn water she'd ever had. She greedily slaked her thirst until she was finally satisfied. Water dribbled from her chin as she stood up. Feeling suddenly energized, she wiped her mouth off on her hoodie sleeve. Without thinking, she then took a step into the waters.

Carrie failed to realize she'd begun walking into the spring until the water was up to her thighs. She stopped, examining her surroundings. The twenty-two-year-old was surprised how warm it was around her exposed skin, like the deeper she got, the warmer it became. Frankly, she didn't want to leave.

“Carrie!"

She heard Drew call out from down the hill. He must be wondering where she'd gone to. Reluctantly, the girl forced herself to exit the small pond and gather her stones.

“Fuck," she grumbled, stepping out of the spring. She'd forgotten to take her shoes off before going in. How could she forget? How could she be this careless? Now, she'd have to spend the rest of the trip in soggy shoes. “Fuck, Carrie. Why are you always like this?" she murmured, cursing herself. She growled in frustration and picked up the rocks she'd found. Then, she headed back down the hill.

Back at the campsite, Drew had finished pitching their tent and was helping Stella chop up some wood she'd brought back. Stella saw her approach and called out.

“Heeeey!"

“Hey," Carried replied, her tone noticeably less cheery than when they'd departed. She placed the rocks in her pile and formed the stony ring that would be their firepit.

“What's wrong?" Stella asked, sensing her disappointment.

“I found a spring up the hill, and I, uh…" She decided to fib, still confused and embarrassed about why she'd entered the water and, worse, with her shoes still on. “I fell in while trying to grab a drink." Drew turned to face her, sticking his axe in the stump he'd been using as a chopping block.

“You fell in? How?" he asked, irritation already souring his tone.

“I lost my balance!" Carrie shot back defensively. “When I was getting a drink."

“Why were you drinking from a random spring? We need to boil any water we find before we drink it. You can get sick," he scolded. Carrie groaned, her defenses quickly crumbling under the weight of his scrutiny.

“I know! I'm sorry, okay! I just wanted a drink." She crossed her arms, pulled her shoulders up, and turned away from him. Drew sighed. Stella reached out to her.

“It's okay, hun. We can dry them off by the fire tonight," she reassured, touching her friend's arm. “They'll be good as new." It was Carrie's turn to sigh.

“If you say so," she answered.

“You want me to show you how to start the fire?" Stella asked.

“Yeah," Carried agreed, perking up a bit. Stella crouched down and helped Carrie form the firepit. She looked over at Drew, who stood watching them with the axe handle held loosely in his grip, still buried in the stump.

“Can you chop some smaller pieces? We'll get it started with the twigs I found."

“Sure," Drew replied before returning to his task, yanking the axe from the stump.

Stella showed Carrie how they got their fire lit with some matches and a fire starter she and Drew made in the winter with some dryer lint. Soon, they had a small fire, and after applying some of the drier wood Drew had chopped, they had a big enough fire to cook with, not to mention dry Carrie's shoes.

Carrie's spirits gradually lifted. She cooked smokies with the others, and, come sundown, all three were laughing and sharing good conversation. This only lasted so long, though. Soon, Drew and Stella decided to go for a short walk to find a good view of the sun as it set. Before twilight crept in.

Carrie wasn't stupid. She knew what they were up to. Sneaking off to go 'get some' in the woods. At least, that's what she suspected. Her mood soured once more. Being left alone while your brother and your best friend 'kept each other company' felt especially bothersome right after a breakup. Was this Stella's idea of making her feel better?!

She smacked her dry lips with her tongue. Those smokies were saltier than expected, and It'd been a while since she'd had anything to drink. She looked over at the tent, where she'd stored her stuff. The bottle Drew gave her wouldn't have enough water to last her the rest of the night. But, If she went to the spring up the ridge and filled both of hers, she'd have more than her fill. More than her fill of that…sweet, rejuvenating spring water.

With her socks and shoes still drying, Carrie exited her folding chair and padded to the tent barefoot. She didn't mind it. The feeling of the earth below her feet… It felt really nice. Like, really nice. Nicer than freshly cut grass in spring or cool sand on a hot summer beach. Carrie rarely enjoyed going barefoot. She hated getting her feet dirty. Maybe she'd have to reconsider her preferences. This was…divine.

She grabbed her water bottles and began her trek up the slope, humming happily to herself. By the time she reached her discovered spring, she was absolutely elated. She'd never felt sensations like this grace the soles of her feet so soothingly, like the earth was extending its energy to her. It was harmonious to be this close to Mother Nature. She wanted to fall to the ground and roll around in the leaves and pine needles.

Those desires rambled away as she reached her destination. Her longing to drink as much sweet spring water as possible became paramount.

She kneeled down at the edge as before, unscrewing the caps of both bottles and submerging them until the air inside was replaced by pure aqua. She smiled to herself, closing the caps, then looking down at her reflection, or what little reflection there was, considering how little light was left in the day.

Slowly, she bent over, craning her head downward until her lips met the water's tense surface. She drank freely from the spring, slurping it up like an animal. It should have felt wrong to do so, but it didn't. It felt so fucking right…

She stopped, hearing a feminine giggle echo through the area. The embarrassment of being caught drinking in such a way brought a shade of pink to her face. It was either that or the sheer pleasure of scarfing down the spring's tantalizing waters was making her blush.

She gazed around the woods, darkened by the evening twilight. “Hello? Stella?" Her friend was the first to come to mind, as the giggle sounded womanly. “Drew?" she called out. He was the only other person around besides Stella. It wasn't outside the realm of possibilities that he made the noise.

No one answered her. The woods remained silent but for the breeze meandering through the leaves. Carrie suddenly became aware of how dark it was getting. The forest looked less whimsical at night. It was…unnerving.

Carrie stood up from the stream, took her bottles, and hurried back to camp. When she returned, neither Drew nor Stella were present. She scoffed and set her bottles beside her chair before throwing fresh wood on the dwindling flames. While she was already irked by the two leaving her there alone, she was also a little worried they wouldn't come back.

“Those two better get back soon," she murmured. As she held her hands close to the meager flames to warm them, her thoughts returned to the spring up the hill. She thought about the sweet water and how tantalizing it tasted, about how she'd bent down and drank it straight from the source, unsullied by her hands. A feeling stirred between her legs, and she wiggled in place, blushing.

Her hand reached down to her water bottle for a drink, craving another taste of the sweet spring water, needing another sip. She unscrewed the lid and put it to her mouth, letting the brisk, flavourful taste slip past her lips and splash over her tongue. “Mmmmm," she moaned. The tingling between her legs intensified, becoming an ache. Her free hand slipped under the waistband of her shorts and the pair of boy shorts underneath.

The moist, velvety folds of her pussy welcomed her touch, and the girl's breaths hastened between sips from her bottle. She curled her toes, clutching the dirt beneath them.

“Greedy little doe, aren't you?" a voice said to her. Startled, Carrie nearly spilled the water all over herself, yanking the bottle away from her mouth and her hands from inside her pants.

“Wha- what?" she croaked, stiffling a cough. “Who is that?" she asked, her head turning so she could peer through the darkness beyond the fire's yellow light. “Guys? Is that you?" The voice spoke again, causing her to start.

“I'm the spirit whose spring you've been drinking of, little doe."

“What?" Carrie asked, confused, frightfulness stirring inside her like a witch's brew. “Drew? Stella?" She looked around again, squinting to see better into the dark. “If this is a prank you're pulling, it's not funny."

“If you're going to take so much from my well, you should, at the very least, share with the others."

Carrie had no answer. She looked down at the bottle she'd been drinking from, then the other, still full, the cap screwed tight. She knew not where the voice originated, but she found the more it spoke, it grew ever more pleasant to listen to.

“Share?" she asked, hoping she was, in fact, speaking to someone and wasn't just going crazy. Maybe there was something in the spring making her hallucinate? Although she didn't feel like she was hallucinating. She'd experimented with mushrooms before. She was too lucid to be hearing things.

“Yes, share. Share my gifts with your companions. Why should only you get to taste the wellspring of a nymph? That would be quite selfish of you, now, wouldn't it?"

“Frankly, I don't think they deserve it." Carrie sassed back to the disembodied voice. “Drew scolded me earlier for it. Besides, they left me here alone to go fuck against a tree or something. So, Fuuuuuck them." She crossed her legs and held a middle finger up in the direction the two departed from earlier, then leaned back in her chair and began sipping from her bottle.

“At least they share their love, and by embracing amongst the life mother's domain, the places where your kind once inhabited, in harmony with the trees. Meanwhile, you take from my spring, then refuse to share the most important gift your kind could ever receive from the Life Mother."

Carrie rolled her eyes. “Look, 'your' water tastes amazing, but I wouldn't call it 'the greatest gift to my kind.'" She took one more sip from the bottle and placed it next to her on the ground.

“Greedy little doe, you are… No wonder your kind charges toward its inevitable destruction."

Carrie let out an irritated groan. “Alright! Alright. If I share some of your 'special gifts' with the others, will you shut up and leave me alone?" The voice answered her, unfazed by her ill manners.

“Indeed, little doe. I shall let you be until you need me again."

“Okay. Good," Carrie pouted. She reluctantly stood up from her seat, grabbed the full bottle beside her, stepped to Stella's chair, and picked up her friend's. She unscrewed the caps off their bottles and poured half of her spring water inside Stella's bottle, only after dumping half of Stella's water out. She closed Stella's bottle and did the same to Drew's, setting it back down after.

“There. Happy now?" Carrie asked the voice.

“Very," the voice replied. “That was a very selfless act you performed. Now, the others may begin their journeys and experience the same joy you will. Like you, they will be one with the Life Mother and give as much as they've taken from her."

“Yeah, whatever," Carrie replied, falling back into her chair and resting her head on her open palm. She poked at the fire with a branch. “Are we done here, or what? I remember you saying you'd leave me alone."

“As you wish, little doe. I'm here if you require my attention." Carrie gave an unimpressed grunt in response, then waited a few minutes for the voice to manifest again, but none came. She sighed, honestly relieved it was over, and rubbed her nose, the end of which had become chronically itchy as she sat in silence. Carrie rubbed away the itchy sensation, at least temporarily, though she failed to notice the black discoloration that had appeared at the tip of her nose, which wouldn't rub away.

“'Little doe,'" she said, scoffing at the voice's given pet name. “What does she think I am, a fucking furry?"

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“All I'm saying is that maybe you go easier on her. She's in a fragile place right now. Braydon meant a lot to her, and the breakup devastated her," Stella said, stepping over some roots.

“I get that, but this really isn't a good place to try and cheer her up," Drew replied. “She's not much of a camper. She didn't even like the camping we did with our parents. We should have just taken her to Stanley Park. We could've hiked around all day and still been a short Uber trip from downtown. She could drink and go dancing with us. That's more her style. You'd know, you're her best friend."

“Yeah, I am. And as her best friend, I know she needs the love and support of her family and friends, which is us two. She needs to be separated from the environment that caused her problems in the first place. Drinking and partying is what she and him did all the time together. It would only make her feel worse."

Drew stopped to rest for a moment. “And you seriously think a weekend in the wilderness will solve anything?" he asked, holding his hand to his side.

“I think it would be good for her to connect with something besides the concrete jungle she's been living in with Braydon. A chance to reconnect with nature. I want to show her we care and want to spend time with her, involving her in our lives."

“I dunno, she just seems to want to mope about most of the time."

Stella stopped and turned to Drew, shooting daggers with her glare.

“Put yourself in her shoes. How would you feel if I cheated on you?" she asked, dead serious. Drew scrunched his face. She had a point.

“Probably pretty bummed," he replied, a noticeable guilt in his voice.

“Yeah," Stella added. “You would be pretty bummed. You'd be devastated." Drew sighed and trotted to catch up.

“You got me there," he admitted. Stella took his hand, and the two began their trek up the hill towards camp. “Alright, I'll be nice."

“And encouraging?" Stella teased.

“And encouraging," he reluctantly agreed. Stella giggled.

“Good, now let's go smoke a jay."

The two climbed the hill, the campfire's orange light guiding them. When they arrived, they found Carrie sitting by the fire in her chair, mumbling to herself.

“What does she think I am, a freaking furry?"

“Who's a furry?" Drew asked, he and Stella emerging from the dark. Carrie nearly jumped out of her skin, giving a little yelp.

“Jesus Christ! You two fucking scared me!" She frowned at them as they filed into the camp. “Where the hell were you guys? I thought you two got lost or something."

“Nah," Drew replied, setting his walking stick down and sitting in his chair.

“We hiked around the side of the mountain to watch the sunset," Stella explained, setting her own walking stick down.

“Oh, yeah," Carrie replied. Her tone dripped with incredulity. “To 'watch the sunset.'" She held her fingers up and made air quotes. Drew and Stella both looked at each other.

“We were," Drew insisted. He was telling the truth, but try telling Carrie that.

“We weren't banging, if that's what you were implying," Stella added, reinforcing Drew's honesty. She took a quick drink from her water bottle. It was cooler than she remembered and sweeter, but then again, she was just on a hike. Her body craved any moisture it could get. “I promise you we weren't up to anything." Drew took a sip from his own water bottle.

“We'd let you know if we were," he added as a light-hearted joke, but the looks the two girls let him know it didn't land very well.

“God! I hope not," Carrie sneered. “Whatever happens between you two, you better not involve me." There was a moment of silence before the three broke into giggles and chuckles. Drew would let her have this one.

“We promise," Stella said, catching her breath. She took a moment to sip from her bottle again, and so did Drew. The water tasted… incredible, even sweeter the second time. Carrie watched them drink from their bottles with a residual smirk on her face, hiding her true emotions.

“That should be my water you two are drinking," Carrie thought, jealousy souring her brightening mood. She really wanted the rest of that water. “Stupid voice." Drew put his water bottle down and pulled a plastic tube from his jacket. He popped it open and tipped it over, letting the pre-rolled joint slide into his palm.

“You guys wanna spark up?" he asked. Stella leaned back in her chair.

“Hell, yeah, babe," she said. Carrie looked on.

“Yeah, I'm down. Anything that'll make this night a little more interesting."

Drew lit the end with a stick from the fire and took a long first toke. He passed it to Stella, who, in turn, passed it to Carrie. The three took turns until it was gone, the last one holding it being Stella, who flicked the paper filter into the flames.

The three chatted for a couple more hours, but eventually, the multiple hikes took their toll. “I think we're going to call it a night, hun," Stella declared.

“Yeah, I'm beat," Drew added. He finished the last of the water in his bottle and screwed the lid back on. Carrie watched him drink it, scratching her ears, particularly the pointed shapes that had made themselves present. They itched, and Carrie put more thought into alleviating the mild discomfort than how her ears were now shaped like an elf's.

“Okay," she replied. “I think I'm going to stay up a bit longer. I don't actually feel that tired."

“Really?" Drew asked, cocking an eyebrow. “I'd have thought you, of all three of us, would be the most exhausted after the trek up here." Carrie gave her state of being a bit of thought. She felt fine… tremendous, even, energized, and alert. She wasn't close to being ready to settle in for the night.

“Uh, nope. I feel fine." She poked the fire with her stick. “I'll come to bed whenever I start to nod off."

“Well, okay," Drew conceded. “Just make sure you kick some dirt over the coals when you're done." He turned to follow Stella into the tent but turned back around to add, “And make sure you have some bear spray on you."

“Yep. Got it," Carrie replied, lifting the canister Drew had given her earlier in the day and dangling it by her finger.

“Sweet. Well, have a good night, sis," Drew said, bidding her farewell.

“You too!" Carrie cheerfully answered back.

“By the way. You have some soot on your nose." He added before heading into the tent.

“I do?" she said to herself. She rubbed her fingers on her nose, but looking down at her fingertips, she saw no sign of any 'soot.' Drew must have been messing with her again, and she refused to gratify it with a response.

Carrie watched the two climb into the tent, zipping the fly shut behind them. She turned her gaze back to the fire. Her mood had definitely improved since they arrived that afternoon. Everything felt…better now, like the forest air was cleansing her spirit, invigorating her. She felt like she could stay up all night, dancing around the fire like a witch performing a ritual. It must have been Drew's pot talking. She did still feel a little stoned. At least, she thought it was the pot…

She tipped her water bottle back, finishing every last drop inside.

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“Drew, stop it," Stella murmured, stifling a giggle. “Your sister is right outside." She pushed her boyfriend's wandering hands away, even if she didn't want to.

The two had unzipped and joined their sleeping bags, and while they were fully dressed in their thermal clothes, those heat-trapping garments weren't stopping Drew from getting his hands on his girlfriend's soft skin.

“She won't hear us if we stay quiet." He let out a soft chuckle. “Actually, maybe you're right, we shouldn't. I know you have difficulty keeping quiet when I get my hands on you."

Stella gave him a playful shove. “Oh, shut up, you…"

It was dark in the tent, but had there been a speck of light beyond the dull, ruddy glow of the campfire light bleeding through the polyester walls, Drew could see the heavy blush on Stella's face. Neither was sure why they'd so suddenly become 'in the mood,' but the more they lay there, facing each other alone in their tent, the more they wanted to do something about it.

“I can be quiet," Stella whispered into Drew's ear. Drew sniffed.

“Oh, so now it's ok to do it with my sister outside?" he playfully whispered back, sliding a hand over her rear and giving it a teasing squeeze.

“Just make sure you can keep it down, lover boy," she replied, her hand going directly for the bulge in his pants.

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Carrie bit her lip, listening to the other two's careless whispers. Her ears twitched, straining with their extra length, rotating toward the sounds from the tent. It was strange, not just that she could hear them so clearly at a whisper, but that she could also hear so much else. Every rustle of flesh on cloth, the scrapping of nylon polyester rubbing together as their sleeping bags shifted. She heard it all…

She shouldn't be able to. But she did…

What was even stranger was that none of this bothered her. It actually…sort of…aroused her, hearing their sweet talk, the sudden stifled gasps and grunts, oblivious to her new, acute hearing. It should have repulsed her, listening to her brother feel up her best friend.

But it didn't…

The feelings of promiscuousness she'd felt before -the ones so rudely interrupted by that strange voice- returned with a vengeance. It heightened her senses. She smelled everything, from the smoke of the fire, the sap leaking from the trees, the freshness of the leaves, and the sweetness from the…

The spring.

Memories of wading into the warm pool earlier that afternoon rolled back to her like the ocean's tide. She wanted to be there again. She wanted to bathe naked in its waters. Naked. She wondered how naked the other two were by now. She could hear them tugging at each other's clothes. Carrie did the same, pulling at the waistband of her shorts to let her hand slip inside.

“Mmmm, yeah," she quietly murmured to herself. Her hand glided over the slick flesh of her nethers, flicking her little bean with her middle fingertip as it passed by. She depressed her fingers into her smooth folds, teasing her hole. Her thoughts drifted to the two as they touched each other, oblivious to her debauched eavesdropping. She knew not what they were actually doing behind those nylon flaps, what acts of intimacy they performed on one another. All she could think about now was being a part of it.

Friends, siblings, why should her love be bound within such fickle confines? They were in the forest now, a place where every one of their descendants originated from before their ancestors learned to cultivate the soil and tame the animals. The forest loved them all regardless of their appearance or relation. Why not love them in the same way?

“Now you begin to understand, little doe," the mysterious voice said to her, returning.

“Yeah…" Carrie whispered with steamy breath. Carrie imagined herself in their place as she explored her own depths, her fingers beginning to probe herself. She pictured herself inside the tent, on top of Stella, the two of them as naked as the moment they were born. Stella lay atop the blankets and sleeping bags, staring up at her.

They gazed longingly into each other's eyes. They felt their spirits entangling as they did their lips when Carrie leaned down and kissed the girl. The two shared their tongues' slippery caress, and Carrie's hand journeyed between Stella's thighs, her thumb stroking through the girl's blossoming flower. Carrie heard the real Stella mewl from the tent, and in her head, the imaginary Stella mewled for her. She reached up and stroked Carrie's face, and Carrie responded by sucking her thumb like a lollipop.

Carrie stifled a moan as she fingered her sweet spot, the combination of dexterity and impulsive imagination bringing her suddenly close to orgasm. She had to back off. It wasn't time for that yet. For she had another joining her in her fantasy. Her other half. Bound by blood.

Drew…

In her mind, he approached her from behind while the two played together. She felt his hands smooth over her curves, up her sides, then down her back. His fingers gripped at her hips. One of his hands abandoned her activated flesh only for a moment before a playful swat landed on her rear. The smack of skin on skin disturbed the lullaby of sucking thumbs and tender coos.

She felt his hairy legs graze her shaved ones as he took position behind her. Every second she anticipated his stiff member entering her felt like an eternity. Then, it was there. His hot, stiff cock slid between her cheeks, nestling into her ass like a fire-toasted wiener between two buns. Its heat radiated like from the fire before her actual body.

Her ears picked up the soft grunts Stella made as the real Drew made love to her. She heard the wet noises their coupling created, and Stella wanted it all for herself. She imagined Drew stroking himself between her ass. She'd arch her back for him, silently begging him to mate with her. Yes, mate. That's what she wanted to do with him. She wanted him to fuck her like the…little doe she was.

In her fantasy, Stella removed her thumb from Carrie's mouth and pushed herself away on her back. Her hands wrapped around Carrie's neck and pulled Carrie's face down between her legs. Carrie's mouth opened, and her tongue dove into Stella's soaking snatch. She drank thirstily of her best friend's pussy, licking the musky, tangy opening like it was ice cream on a sweltering day, getting it all before it melted onto her clothes. Stella let her know how well of a job she was doing with the pitch and tones of her moans.

“See how good it feels, little doe? Removing the bonds of civilization and letting go?" The voice reverberated in her mind, urging her on. “The forest's love was meant to be shared with, and by, all. Let go and be one with the woods."

Carrie nodded shakily at the voice's affirming words, her teeth digging into her lower lip. Her fingers danced inside herself while her thumb massaged her clit. It all felt so good. It shouldn't, but it did. Nor should she find the things she imagined arousing. Stella was her best friend since elementary school and Drew… Well, that need not be mentioned. Yet, despite this, she continued pleasuring herself; the thoughts of being intimately sandwiched between two of the closest people to her made her pussy drool like nothing else had before.

Her ears flickered, and Carrie listened intently as Stella stifled her elated whimpers with an open palm. She heard Drew grunt along with her and knew they must be in the grips of climax. In her head, the imaginary Drew finally withdrew his member from between her cheeks, only to push it into her awaiting pussy. Carrie imagined what he'd feel like, how her hole would grip around him, how warm his cum would be filling her hole…

A sudden snap emanated from Carrie's face, the setting of bones. She released a soft mewl in shock but refused to deviate from her task. The blackened end of her nose entered her vision as her face was stretched outward. Still, she cared as much about it as she did about fantasizing about her friend and brother, choosing to enjoy it as she played through her taboo imaginings.

“Keep going, little doe. You're almost there," the voice coaxed. It was right. Carrie was almost there. Her orgasm was just around the corner; she just needed the right touch. Feverishly, she wiggled her free hand up her shirt, taking hold of her breast and kneading her thumb into her delicate nub. That did the trick.

Carrie's pussy squeezed around her fingers. She ripped her arm free of her shirt to shut her squealing maw with a sleeve as she came. Pulling her shaking legs off the ground, every muscle below her torso surged and tensed with euphoria. She barely even noticed the extra snaps coming from her face. Her new proto-muzzle was obscured, buried in her hoodie sleeve.

She finally came down off her orgasmic high long after the other two had. Her feet met the ground again, and her hand withdrew from her crotch, now coated in her own feminine juices. The partially-changed human sat back in her chair, panting from the effort exerted.

“You are well into your journey, little doe. The changes you and your company will experience will be much for your furless bodies. So get a good night's rest. I shall watch over you as you sleep."

Carrie lazily nodded her head. “Mhmm," she hummed.

“Good girl," the voice crooned. “Now, off to bed with you. Don't forget to douse your fire."

“Yes, ma'am," Carrie mumbled in reply. She climbed out of her chair and kicked some dirt over the coals as Drew suggested, unaware of the dark discoloration in her feet. She took one last sip from her water bottle and shuffled off to the tent. Drew and Stella were fast asleep already, both reeking of sex.

Carrie enjoyed the scent of their love, and without disturbing their slumber, she collapsed onto her sleeping bag, basking in their combined musk until she joined them in the unconscious realm of sleep.

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Carrie awoke to the sound of singing birds and wind-tossed leaves. Her long ear, the one not smothered between her head and sleeping bag, swivelled to pick up the nuances of each noise. The partially-shifted human's eyes fluttered open, her dark nose clearly within her field of view. Not a single thought about these strange new alterations to her body passed through her mind. Her only thought was of spring.

She picked herself up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, looking over her hands as they withdrew from her face. Her nails had turned black in the night and now encompassed more of each fingertip. But, once again, she thought nothing of it.

Carrie turned her gaze upon the two sleeping against one another under their sleeping bags. They both had the same dark discoloration on their noses that she had around the fire last night. Their ears looked longer, too. She smiled, knowing they were now on the first steps of the same journey she was. Unzipping the tent fly, she stepped out and into the woods.

The weather was perfect. The sun shone through the trees, warming the forest floor as a calm breeze brought a refreshing cool up from the lake below. The leaves danced their rippling ballet as they moved with the breeze. She figured these must be brand-new leaves grown with the rising temperatures of springtime. They smelled as such. She took a long breath and savored the clean air, her new nose coming alive with a thousand scents of nature.

She picked up the scent of smoke from the firepit. A few coals had retained their smolder since she went to bed last night. She figured the other two could worry about starting it again when they woke up. The shifting human was thirsty and needed to travel to the spring for some of its brisk, pure water. Carrie grabbed her water bottles and began her short trek to the stream's source.

Walking through the forest, she gazed down at her feet, watching them as she went. Her toes had fused together into two toes, now colored entirely black and thick with keratin, as if her nails had become the majority of her toes. The spaces between these two toes traveled further up her foot, making these new toes far more significant than her former ten. Carrie found walking easier and more comfortable when she stood up on these altered appendages. They crunched the twigs and leaves below them, emitting snaps and crunches that made her new ears twitch.

“Good morning, little doe. I hope you are well rested. Today, you continue your journey," the voice said, speaking to her the same way it had the previous night.

“I am," Carrie replied out loud. “I feel quite rejuvenated. Like I'm a new person."

“That's wonderful to hear, my doe. As you continue your journey, you'll feel more like you do now. Once your journey is complete, you'll truly become one with the forests, a feeling unsurpassable."

Carrie imagined what that would feel like and stroked a hand over her proto-muzzle. “I wish to know this feeling," she said, arriving at the spring. She stared over its reflective surface, only partially disturbed by the water trickling down the rocks across from her.

“You will, little doe. You are well on your way."

Carrie crouched down and unscrewed her water bottle. She dipped it into the water, letting the water replace the air inside. Her eyes caught her reflection, and she stopped to take in her altered form.

She had definite cervine features now. Her face looked like a cross between her own and a deer's. There was no fur to speak of, at least not yet. However, her skin showed some of the same coloring one would expect from the large, forest-dwelling creatures. Her ears were long, fuzzy, and extended from just above their human locations. She stroked her hand over her snout as she admired herself.

“Do you enjoy your new aspects?" the voice asked.

“Yes, very much," Carrie replied, admiring her reflection.

“There's more to add, my doe. All you have to do is drink heavily of my spring and spread its joys to the others."

Carrie turned her gaze to her bottle, still in her hand. She then looked down at the body of water at her knees. “Drink heavily…" she murmured, twisting the cap back on her bottle and tossing it to the ground.

Bending over, Carrie got on all fours and stuck her muzzled face toward the crystal-clear water. She dipped her snout below the surface and lapped at the life-giving fluid with her new cervine tongue. It splashed on her face and on her hoodie sleeves. She drank like the greedy doe she was, getting her fill before she'd share with the others.

“That's a good doe. You may bathe in my waters, too, if you wish. Like you did yesterday."

Carrie stopped and looked up, gazing at where the spring went deep enough to swim in. She remembered the waters around her legs and how warm they'd been. She wanted them surrounding her, caressing her flesh. She wanted to feel their nurturing warmth on her skin, remaking her. She yearned to take that next step on her journey.

Carrie stood up and peeled off her hoodie, then her t-shirt, then her bra. She let her shorts and panties fall around her ankles, stepping out of them and straight into the spring. The girl shivered as the water near the edges was cold, but as before, the further she got, the warmer it got. Soon, as it clung around her bare chest, it was no cooler than a soothing bath she'd take at home with a book and a glass of wine.

She sighed, letting her skin soak in the spring, letting it take her hand and show her the way on this mysterious yet alluring journey. “Fuck, this is what I need right now," she murmured, taking another few steps until the depths forced her to tread water. It was warmest here. This is where she wanted to stay.

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Drew stepped out of the tent, giving his groggy head a shake. Stella followed him out, the two already dressed and in their shoes. She yawned and stretched her arms while Drew took stock of the campsite.

“Where's Carrie?" he asked, his head swivelling about, eyes tracking through the trees.

“No idea," Stella replied. “Did she even come to bed last night?"

Drew cocked an eyebrow. “I think so. I remember someone getting into the tent after we went to bed. But I was half asleep by then."

“Hmm." Stella padded around the camp, looking for clues. She stopped at Carrie's fold-out chair. “Her water bottle's missing. What if she just went for some water?" Drew gazed over at the stream that ran past their camp.

“Well, she's not over there. Maybe she went upstream?" He looked to Stella, who just shrugged her shoulders at him. Drew sighed, a bit of irritation souring his breath. He took a quick gander at the firepit. “There's a coal or two under there. We could use it and get the fire going again. Why don't you stay and take care of it so we can cook breakfast? I'll go look for her."

“Sure," Stella agreed. She stepped to Drew and leaned into him. “Don't take too long, babe," she added, giving him a peck on the lips. She touched his nose, noticing the black coloration encompassing its tip. Not only that, but she could swear his face was protruding outwards in some subtle way, giving it a sort of uncanny shape. “You look…different," she remarked. “Did you get some soot on your nose last night?" She licked her thumb and tried to smudge the substance off his nose, but Drew recoiled from her.

“I'll check it when I get back. I gotta go find Carrie before she gets lost or hurts herself…or both." He paused to squint at her. “No offense, but you know your face is looking kinda dirty too. We must have gotten some ash on our hands last night and wiped our faces." He shrugged and backed away from her. “I dunno. Anyway, I'll be back soon.

With that, Drew turned toward the stream and started up the hill, following the sound of trickling water. What the hell had Carrie gotten up to? Drew hoped she'd at least taken her bear mace with her.

He reached the top of the slope, losing sight of the campsite and, instead, gaining a sight he did not expect to see that morning.

It was a serene and picturesque spring, beautifully lit by the morning sun as it shone through the trees. In the middle of that spring was his sister, Carrie, with water up to her neck. His eyebrows pursed. “Carrie?" he asked, speaking up. Carrie spun around, a little startled, but her face lit up with joy when she laid eyes on him. Her face… Her muzzled face…

“Drew!" she shouted out with excitement. “You found the spring! I'm supposed to share it with you! You should come in and join me!"

Drew pried his eyes from her cervine face long enough to see she was fully naked under the water. The ripples on the surface around her distorted her form just enough to hide the parts of her Drew would rather not see. He quickly averted his eyes to keep things that way.

“Are you naked?" he asked, holding a hand up to block her from view. His gaze fell on the pile of her clothes, and he got his answer prematurely.

“Yeah!" she called back. “You should join me! Take yours off, Too! C'mon! The water's great!" She whipped her hand through the surface and flung some droplets his way. They landed on his bare legs and shoes, and he shuffled away from the water.

“Hey!" he sharply objected. “Stop it! Why do you have to be like this?" Carrie quit her horseplay and made her way slowly toward him.

“Just trying to share the spring with you, Drew. I'm trying to help you on your journey," she explained, remaining mostly submerged, wading closer to the bank where he stood, floating on her tummy as the waters got shallower. Drew removed his hand and looked over her strange appearance. Her muzzle, her ears, the tail just above her rear.

“What is going on with you?" he asked. “Are you wearing a costume in there or something? What's wrong with your face?"

“I'm just on my journey, Drew," she replied, her tone rather sensual for a sister talking to her brother. “And so are you. You're just further behind. But that's okay. I'll lead you to where you need to be."

“What the fuck are you talking about?" Drew asked, backing away as she approached the water's edge. “Did you smoke more of our weed?" Carrie giggled at his suggestion.

“I don't need that stuff anymore. The forest makes me happier than any drug could hope to." She stopped near the spring's edge, her tailed posterior floating above the surface.

“Well, I'm relieved you're having fun, at least. In fact, I'm happy. I was hoping you'd have a good time on this trip." Carrie looked up at him with glossy eyes, smiling gleefully. Drew studied her face, every new curve and contour. His gaze flickered over her ears, which twitched to shake the water off.

“Oh, I'm having a splendid time. Discovering this spring was the best thing that ever happened to me. To us, really. You two will see."

“What do you mean?" he asked incredulously.

“Take a drink," she said suggestively, offering her full, cupped hands and raising them from the pool. “Trust me, you'll like it. I gave you guys some last night. It was sweet, wasn't it?" Drew's face scrunched up in irritation.

“You did what?"

“I put some of this water in your guys' bottles last night while you were away. Have some. It'll help you continue your journey." She urged him to drink from her cupped hands. Drew crossed his arms.

“Why would you do that, Carrie? You have no idea if this water is potable or not."

“Oh, it's more than potable, Drew," Carrie teased, her voice taking on a cheekier tone. “You've already had some, so why don't you try some more? What's the harm?"

“Bacteria. Parasites," Drew replied very matter-of-factly.

“Trust me, Drew. There's nothing harmful in here. Quite the opposite."

Drew observed his peculiar-looking sister, then gazed over the pool of water she bathed in. He recalled how sweet his water tasted last night and how refreshing it was, like rosewater. Perhaps he could humor her. She definitely wasn't lying about its quality.

He let out a defeated sigh and kneeled down next to the pool. “Alright, whatever. I'm pretty sure Stella and I are out anyways, so this will have to do." He kneeled down at the water's edge.

“That's the spirit!" Carrie cheered, “I was hoping you'd let me share this with you!" She lifted her hands towards his face. “Here, drink." she urged. Drew simply pushed her hands aside.

“Nah, I can serve myself, sis. Thanks, though." He cupped his hands and filled them before bringing the sparkling aqua to his mouth. The familiar smell entered his nose, and he began to salivate. Gingerly, he slurped it up, letting the pure, nectar-like taste flow over his tongue and quench his thirst.

He had only a few moments of serenity to comprehend this unreasonably tasty drink before one of Carrie's hands grabbed his wrist. She tugged at him, nearly pulling him in with her, although not for the lack of her trying.

“Hey!" he cried out, losing his balance as he reached out, hands landing on either side of Carrie's shoulders in the water. His lips, however, landed on hers. There were several moments where she purposely locked lips with him, making it clear that this wasn't an accident. She clearly wanted this, and as her tongue, her…flat cervine tongue, tried to enter his mouth, he strained desperately to get away.

With a good shove, he pushed himself off the girl, retching and wiping her saliva off his mouth. “God! Carrie! What the fuck?!" he shouted. Carrie slinked back further into the water, giggling at what she'd done. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why'd you kiss me?!"

“I wanted to share my love with you, Drew. Without the bounds of blood," she crooned. Drew picked himself up, groaning with abject disgust.

“Fuck you, Carrie. Have fun in the water. I'm going to go make breakfast." Drew flipped her the bird and stormed off back down the hill. Carrie just watched him go, leering at his rear end as he walked away.

“Mmmm, that doe butt is gonna be all mine soon, Drew," she murmured. “You just need to continue your journey, and all three of us will be one with the woods. Our love included." She pushed off the rocky bottom of the pool and drifted back into the center, where it was much warmer than Drew's reception of her advances.

Drew returned to camp, stomping his way toward the fire. Stella had it going again, and she looked up from the burning kindling to see her boyfriend fuming mad.

“What's up, babe?" she asked. Drew scoffed.

“It's fucking Carrie," he grumbled.

“Did you find her?"

“Oh, I found her, alright." Drew stopped to kick a stone out of the campsite. “She's naked, bathing in a pool of water up the ridge."

“So?" Stella asked. She had trouble taking her eyes off his ears. They were big…even bigger than before. Longer too.

“So? She's swimming around in there, trying to get me to go on some 'journey.'" His arms moved about as he accentuated what he was saying. “She kept offering me a drink of the water, too, which is whatever… But when I went to take a drink, she tried to kiss me."

“What?!" Stella exclaimed in shock.

“Yeah!" He paused for a moment. “No. I should correct myself. She did kiss me." He wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “Fucking gross, dude."

Stella sighed and stood up. “I'll go talk to her. You said she's not used to camping, maybe she's just happy to be away from everything for once, hence why she's nude. I mean, how many times have we been nude in the woods where no one can see?"

“Yeah, It's different when it's us and not my sister, Stella," Drew hollered.

“Whatever, I'll go check up on her." Stella stood up and made her way out of the camp. Drew called to her as she ascended the hill.

“And tell her to take that stupid costume off! We aren't LARPing as deer this weekend! It's a good way to get shot by hunters!"

“What?" Stella murmured to herself, cocking an eyebrow. She reached the top of the hill, and the stream's source came into view. Carrie did as well, just as Drew had described. Stella walked toward the bank, taking in the sights of the pool as much as the girl swimming around in it. Even facing away from her, Stella noticed the cervine ears sticking up from Carrie's scalp.

“Carrie?" Stella addressed. Carrie turned in the water, her very animal face smiling when she saw her best friend. The sight of the naked half-deer girl took her entirely aback.

“Stella!" Carrie cheered. She swam lazily to where it was shallow enough to stand on the bottom.

“Carrie, what is happening to you?" Stella asked, her tone matching the concerned look on her face. “Y-you look like…an animal…" Carrie let out a content sigh.

“Yes, I'm becoming one with the woods, Stella. I'm well on my journey. You and Drew have begun it, too. But you need proper guidance." She paused to giggle, pointing at Stella. “The evidence is written on your face."

“Carrie, what are you talking abou-?" Stella carefully put a hand to her face, feeling the new shape for the first time. The muzzle-like protrusions were subtle, but Stella knew the shape of her own face. Even these meager changes felt as significant as could be. She looked back at Carrie as she touched her oddly shaped visage. It was far off from Carrie's altered face. The naked girl had a fifty-fifty blend of human and deer.

“What?! What is happening to us, Carrie?" Stella asked, re-stating her question. Her voice took on a concerned and accusatory tone.

“Like I said, you're on the same journey as me now. You started when I shared this spring water with you. Isn't it wonderful? I feel so free!" Carrie flung some droplets of water at her friend. Stella just stood there, letting the droplets hit her. She was astonished by her friend's appearance and behavior.

“You did what?" she asked, a frantic inquisitiveness taking over her tone. “Did you drug us?! Am I tripping balls right now?!"

Carrie giggled. “No, little doe. All you drank was the water from this spring. Her spring." The words 'little doe' sparked something in Stella. She shivered, a spike of pleasure running through her body, head to toe.

“What did you say?" Stella asked with wavering words.

“The water is from her, little doe. This is her spring. And we've been invited to be a part of it. A part of the woods," Carrie explained, although each explanation only roused further questions. Stella shivered again at the phrase 'little doe,' stifling a moan. Those words… Why did they feel so…right to be heard?

“Those words…" Stella began. “L-little-“

“Little doe?" Carrie asked, cutting her off. Stella gripped her hiking shorts. This time, she failed to contain her pleasurable vocations. Carrie giggled. “It's what she calls me. I like calling you that, too. We'll all be little does once our journeys are complete."

Stella nearly came. Her toes curled in her shoes, and her panties became very suddenly moist. She shuffled in place once she composed herself. Carrie giggled again. “You like it. I can tell." She tilted her head up and sniffed the air. “Mmmmm, I can smell you. You really like it."

“Please don't use it again," Stella pleaded. “I… I can't control myself. I think I'm losing my mind."

“Okay, I won't if that's what you wish," Carrie said. She waded closer to Stella until the water's surface hugged her waist. Stella looked over the half-deer in awe. She was beautiful. Strange, but beautiful. Her appearance was…inviting, like the forest around her, like the spring before her, opening up to her as a sunny clearing of grass and ferns might, beckoning her to explore.

“The water's even better when you get in it," Carrie suggested.

“Y-yeah?" Stella replied, unsure what to even say.

“Yeah, it gets warmer the further in you get. It's like a bath, but better. No chemicals, no chlorine, no metals from the water heater. All natural."

“That- That sounds pretty nice," Stella agreed.

“Join me. Take those pesky clothes off and be one with Mother Nature. Bathe like we were meant to. Naked and in the company of those you love, surrounded by the essence of the forest."

Stella's hands began unbuttoning the fly of her hiking shorts. She barely realized it happening. It just felt natural to her. She liked to feel natural. “That's it," Carrie coaxed. “Feel the breeze on your bare flesh." Stella's shorts landed on the ground around her feet. Her hands rose, and she pulled her tank top over her head, letting it fall to her side.

“O-okay, I'll join you for a bit. It's been a while since… Since I did anything like this."

“Like what?" Carrie asked, cocking her head, ears twitching.

“Skinny dipped," Stella replied, kicking her hiking shoes off. Carrie giggled again, bringing a wet hand to her half-snout.

“It's not skinny dipping if this how you were meant to be, little doe."

Stella moaned and doubled over. Her legs shook, and the wet spot on her boyshorts grew. “F-fuck!" she cried. “S-stop s-saying that!" Carrie watched her with a guilty look on her face.

“Sorry…" she apologized. She gandered at her best friend's nearly naked body. Stella always looked great. She'd look perfect once her journey was finished. Carrie leered at the girl as she took her bralette off, then her panties, dropping them amongst her other clothes. “Good girl," Carrie whispered.

“What?" Stella replied, pulling her boyshorts from her foot.

“Nothing," Carrie replied. Stella looked up at Carrie, the doe-girl staring at her with a warm smile. “I'm glad you decided to join me, Stella. Now, take your first steps into the waters. Let me guide you on your journey."

“Y-yeah. Okay," Stella murmured back. She had no idea why she was doing any of this. All she knew was it felt…right. As her foot stepped into the shallows, the sweet smell of the spring caressed her nose. It was heady, thick like evaporating dew, like morning mist. It clouded her mind, breath by breath, like an invisible force. A force of nature.

She stepped carefully toward Carrie, going deeper. The doe was truthful; it got warmer the further she got, and each step was more inviting than the last. Almost as inviting as…Carrie. The girl acted so sweet now, sweet like the water, sweet like the rolling breeze that brought the scents of pine and sap.

Stella closed her eyes and continued, knowing each step was another on her journey.

“Hey," Carrie greeted. Her voice was quite close now, and when Stella opened her eyes, she discovered she'd waded all the way out to her, the two barely a foot apart. Stella could smell her friend from this distance. She smelled like wildflowers.

“Uh, hey..." Stella gingerly murmured back. The two naked girls stood there for a while, Stella moving her fingers along the water's surface, causing ripples.

“Feels good, yeah?" Carrie asked, smiling coyly at her friend.

“Yeah," Stella replied, breathing a sigh of relief more than speaking. Her breath fell across Carrie's chest, and Carrie ran a wet hand over where it broke against her. “I…almost want to just, stay here," Stella confessed. “Like, forever."

“We can stay here, love," Carrie assured, taking one of Stella's wandering hands in her own. “Once we complete our journey, we can come here anytime we like." Stella watched Carrie's hand hold hers.

“I'd like that," she breathed, feeling her heart beat faster. She must have been blushing hard, and not just because the water around her felt warmer. Carrie stepped closer, very close. Stella felt the other girl's body heat, adding to the water's warmth.

“Well, let me guide you to your journey's conclusion, and we'll know love with no bounds," Carrie whispered. Stella was about to speak up when Carrie added:

“Little doe."

Stella shuddered, then quivered. She opened her mouth to gasp, to moan out in bliss. But when she did, she felt Carrie's cervine muzzle on her still human mouth.

Stella did nothing to shrink away from the kiss she suddenly shared with her friend. No. Instead, she kissed her back, letting the girl's tongue push inside her mouth. It was so long now, bigger. She wrapped her still human tongue around what part of Carrie's tongue she could, and the two made out in the waters of their spring. Her spring.

It didn't take long before Carrie's hand brought Stella's to her chest. Stella knew what to do. She kneaded her fingers over the doe-girl's supple flesh, while it was still flesh, yet unconcealed by a pelt. Carrie moaned into their oral embrace, her other hand slipping to Stella's thigh. It felt so right to Stella, kissing her best friend naked in these mystical waters like this, letting Carrie help her on her journey. She wanted everything now, everything the forest had to bestow on her.

Stella wrapped her other hand around Carrie's hips and grabbed a good helping of that venison cushioning Carrie's curvy, cute ass. She stroked the girl's tail through her curling fingers, knowing she would soon have one as well and that it would look as gorgeous on her as Carrie. She couldn't wait to wiggle it when she was happy. When wouldn't she be happy? The forest had embraced her, after all.

A crack sounded throughout the spring. It was Stella's face reshaping, growing longer like Carrie's. Her new muzzle had ways to go yet, much length and shape to gain before it would be on par with her lover's. Regardless, they could interlock their muzzles now, with plenty of room to swap cervine saliva. Stella broke their kiss. “Fuck, Carrie. This is incredible," she huffed.

“I know," Carrie replied with a breathy murmur. The prominent doe removed her hands from Stella and scooped some water from the pool around them. She brought her cupped hands up toward Stella's face. “Here, drink more of this. It's best to share the spring with others. It will benefit both of us on our journeys." Stella craned her head down and let Carrie tip the water to her mouth. She opted to drink it like the animal she was slowly becoming, lapping it from Carrie's hands like the little doe she yearned to be. Carrie giggled.

“That tickles," Carrie said between giggles. When it was gone, she reached down for some more, tipping it up to Stella's mouth so the girl could slurp it or lap it up.

“It's so good," Stella remarked, barely able to pull herself away.

“So good," Carrie agreed. “I don't want to live without it."

“I don't want to live without you," Stella retorted. The two stood, their eyes lingering over each others' bodies. There was a moment of tension, and then they were upon each other. Their hands explored their curvy bodies, their tongues reintroducing themselves between eager muzzles, Stella's even longer than before. Carrie's hand ventured between Stella's legs, and she dug her fingers into Stella's needy snatch just below the spring's surface.

“Mmmm," Stella moaned. Her hand did the same, cramming between her best friend's ample doe thighs. They broke their mouths' embrace and rested their head on each other's shoulders. The two fingered each other vigorously, their rapid motions disturbing the tensile surface of the pool.

“Feels good, sharing each other's love like this, yes?" Carrie murmured into Stella's longer, much pointier ears.

“Yeah," Stella replied, her hot, heavy breath spilling down Carrie's back. She had no ear to speak into, for Carrie's ears had completed their ascent to the upper reaches of her scalp. Doe ears. Stella couldn't wait to have her own. So she could listen to every song the forest had to sing.

“How caring you are now, little doe, how selfless," the voice said, speaking to Carrie through her thoughts. “Don't you see? The less human you become, the less you think only of your own well-being, of your own pleasure. Her gratification is yours as well."

They were deep inside each other now, their feminine arousal diluting in the waters around them, that very water entering them with each finger stroke. They leaned on one another, supporting each other while their legs shivered with frightful ecstasy. “I love you, Carrie," Stella whimpered. Her free hand wrapped over the doe's shoulders. “I want to take this journey with you more than anything."

“I know," Carrie huffed. “And soon Drew will take it with us, for he has been invited too. He must complete his own journey."

“I will help you guide him," Stella replied whimsically.

“Good girl," Carrie replied. She let a faint giggle slip, knowing what she was about to do. “Good little doe."

Stella arched her back, rolling her hips against Carrie's hand. Those words and their blissful hold over her, combined with the fingers working her pussy like a fine instrument, it was all too much at once. Her breath caught in her throat, and she nearly choked. A ragged moan spewed forth from her half-muzzle. Her pussy tightened around Carrie's fingers, her fingers grasped at Carrie's furry back. The second set of fingers, the ones inside Carrie's doe-hole, curled, pressing tight against the more prominent doe's sweet spot.

Carrie loosed a long breath, her own orgasm striking her with mighty force, but her attunement with the forest let her ride it out calmly, quietly, without sacrificing any of the pleasure.

“Oh…Oh, Stella…" she mewled. “You know how to treat a doe, don't you?"

Stella couldn't reply; her breath caught in her throat. Carrie's fingers refused to slow, and the girl quivered against her best friend-turned-lover as she oscillated across the edge of nirvana and back again. “Fuck, Carrie…" she gasped. Her legs gave out, her lower hand slipping from Carrie's pussy, the other swooping around Carrie's neck as she fell.

Carrie let her fingers slip from Stella and grabbed the half-doe before she dropped into the water. She stood over Stella, her startled expression melting into a tender smile. “Got you, dear," she said, words as smooth as soapstone. Stella wrapped her other arm around Carrie's neck and returned the smile with a coy smirk.

“'Dear,' or 'deer?'" she asked, giggling.

“Both, I suppose," Carrie replied, flashing her a coy smirk of her own. She pulled Stella from the water, carried her to the shallows, and let her down near the water's edge. The doe turned and took a seat next to her lover. The two lay in the shallows, taking in their surroundings. The colors of the forest were livelier now. The gleaming golden rays of the sun illuminated everything, making it shimmer with a chromatic vibrance that went beyond lifelike. The pool's waters appeared to glow a mystical blue like their lovemaking within its depths had energized it.

“I can't believe all of this will be ours soon." Stella mused. “That we can be one with all of it. The forest. The lifeforce of nature. It's incredible." Carrie turned her gaze and looked Stella up and down, adoring what she saw.

“Yeah..." She trailed a finger down Stella's shoulder, then her arm, all the way to her hand, where their fingers interlaced. The two held each other's hand, Stella's with her broad, black nails, Carrie's with her emerging fur and even broader, blacker nails. She turned her attention back to the scene before them. “Thank you for taking me on this trip, Stella. You showed such concern for my well-being in my time of need. And I appreciate it more than anything."

They sat in silence, enjoying the view, enjoying each other. But a call from Drew down the hill broke their whimsical admiration, making their ears twitch toward the sound of his voice. Stella turned to Carrie, giggling. “I think our breakfast is ready," she mentioned. Carrie hummed.

“Silly boy. There's food all around us." She gazed around at the trees and shrubs, then sighed. “I bet he cooked those eggs he brought."

“Does don't eat meat, though," Stella pointed out. Carrie smiled.

“No, we don't, but that's okay. You brought that oatmeal, yeah?" she asked

“Yeah!"

“So let's have that! And on the way, we can snack on what nature has to offer," Carrie suggested. Stella smiled at her.

“That sounds…wonderful, Carrie," she replied softly.

The two stood from the water and gathered their clothes.

“I don't want to put these back on," Carrie grumbled. “I have fur now; what's the point? I should be free to let the breezes and winds of the forest flow through my pelt." Stella paused as she slipped her panties up her legs. She looked up at Carrie, jealous of the shiny new pelt her sister now sported.

“Yeah, but…" Stella understood the reason why they had to wear clothes. It was for Drew's sake. He hadn't yet embraced the love of the forest like they had. Still, it seemed silly to her. “Drew isn't ready for us like this yet. It'll seem off-putting to him until he continues his journey. Especially regarding you. You're his sister."

“We'll all be sisters soon…" Carrie murmured, punctuating her statement with a giggle.

“Until then…" Stella urged. Carrie scrunched the corner of her mouth up in contemplation.

“Ok, fine," she conceded, bending down to step her hooves through her shorts. “But I'm not wearing any underwear." Stella giggled.

“That's more than fine with me. Just cover up that doe butt of yours, okay?"

Carrie shot her a sly smirk, looking her lover up and down. “As long as you cover yours. I don't think I can contain myself around it for long."

“Way ahead of you," Stella said, pulling her hiking shorts up. Both of them had a spot of trouble with their tails and eventually just let their shorts ride a little lower on their rears. Once sufficiently clothed, Carrie started down the hill, leaving her bra and panties behind.

On the way back to camp, the two sampled the many different leaves accessible from shrubs and low-hanging tree branches, not to mention some berries from a few bushes. The two plucked various greenery from the bountiful life all around them, occasionally feeding the other, much to their delight. They trotted along on their new hooves, giggling, holding hands, and humming tunes. Everything felt so…perfect. But that was the state of nature, perfect, unblemished by the machinations of mankind, free to grow, spread, and evolve.

Who wouldn't want this?

“Oh, there you guys are," Drew said as the girls entered the camp. He'd turned his attention away from the frying pan, cooking six eggs over the fire. “I was worried the both of you had gotten lost." He turned his attention back to the food. “You were gone a while."

The two girls looked at him as he prepared the eggs, noting the changes to his form. His ears had grown larger and longer since they'd been gone. They'd risen up his head, too. The ends of his fingers were black, much like theirs, and his fingernails had broadened. The most apparent thing was his face, which now pushed out into a proto-muzzle, not far behind Stella's.

“We were just enjoying the spring, Drew," Carrie cheerfully replied. “You should come swim in it after breakfast. The water feels so good on your skin."

“Yeah," Stella added. “Or your fur…" The two giggled, drawing Drew's attention once more. He looked over at the girls and noticed them holding hands. He cocked his eyebrow.

“Yeaaaah…." he replied incredulously. “Just make sure Carrie doesn't try to kiss me again, or I'm packing up and leaving." He looked them over before rechecking the eggs.

“Oh, don't worry, I won't," Carrie 'promised,' stifling another giggle. She leaned into one of Stella's cervine ears. “Not yet, anyway," she whispered.

The two broke into a fit of girlish chuckles, and Drew looked over to see what was so funny. He finally noticed their…strange aspects, and he furrowed his brow.

“So, is Stella playing along with your deer LARP now, Carrie?" His eyes darted between the two. “Why do you look like that?" The two shared sideways glances and coy smirks before replying.

“Deer LARPing? I guess you could say that," Carrie answered, ignoring his other question.

“You should try it, Drew. Let go and be one with the forest. It feels amazing," Stella added.

Drew rolled his eyes and returned to the nearly finished eggs, dismissing them. “Sure, whatever. Maybe later." The girls shared knowing smiles. “Anyways, breakfast is ready. I made two eggs for each of us." He held the pan out of the fire and tilted it for them to see. The girls scrunched their faces up at it in disgust. Nothing about the meal appealed to them. The congealed fertility of young hens, having their natural reproductive cycles extorted for the hungry mouths of greedy apes. Their noses quickly picked up the blasted odor, the smell of scorched proteins, and lost potential life.

“Uhh, can we have some oatmeal?" Stella asked.

“Yeah, we're not in the mood for eggs today, Drew," Carrie added, trying not to sound too whiny. She appreciated Drew's gesture. Drew didn't know they were herbivores now. Although, he'd empathize with them soon enough.

Drew sighed, irritation stinging his voice as he replied. “Okay, oatmeal it is. Guess I'll have to eat these." He paused to scoff. “At least I'll have plenty of energy today…and cholesterol." He put the pan aside and stood up to get the girls their oatmeal.

“Thank you, Drew!" the two thanked in unison. Carrie turned to Stella. “Hey, we should fill up the water bottles while Drew cooks our food!" Stella's face lit up with excitement.

“Yeah! That's a great idea!"

“Can you guys fill up mine while you're up there? Strangely enough, I drank all mine last night," Drew said. The two girls gave each other knowing glances before returning to the boy.

“We'd love to, Drew," Stella answered.

“It's the least we can do since you're cooking for us," Carrie added. The two stifled mischievous snickers, holding their paws up to their muzzles. Drew rolled his eyes and handed the two doe-girls his water bottle.

“Just don't get any dirt or anything in it, alright?" he grumbled.

“We won't!" Stella cheered. She took Drew's bottle, and the two turned for the hill, giggling and playfully shoving each other as they went. Meanwhile, Drew prepared to eat his eggs, oblivious to the changes overtaking him, let alone them.

Stella and Carrie nibbled on some leaves on their way back to the spring, sating their hunger. A bird landed on Stella's hand, and the two spoke with it until they reached the spring, despite the bird not understanding English. The does understood its chirps, though, as if it spoke English, and they bleated back to it in kind, the creature understanding them then.

It flew off as they reached the spring, leaving the two to fill their water bottles. Of course, the girls stopped to take another dip in the spring, their swim devolving into 'sharing their love' with one another. Carrie got the bright idea to capture their feminine juices in Drew's bottle, then filled the rest with water gathered from her hands. The two filled their own bottles and began the journey back to camp. In all their excitement, they'd forgotten their clothes up the hill.

“See how freeing it is, little doe?" spoke the voice inside Carrie's head once again. Unbeknownst to her, Stella heard every word as clearly as her sister.

“Yes, I see!" Stella replied cheerfully. Carrie cocked an eyebrow and turned to her.

“You can hear her too?" she asked. Stella smiled sheepishly.

“Yeah, I hear her now. I know what it is to speak with her."

Carrie momentarily felt a pang of jealousy but stopped to remind herself that jealousy was a human emotion. Her love was meant to be shared like any other; therefore, jealousy was a waste of energy. She placed her furry hand on Stella's discolored shoulder. “I'm so happy for you, Stella. You're coming along so far on your journey."

“Indeed, both of you are. But you have another who resists its touch. Go… Share the spirit of the forest with him. Soon, 'she' will feel the same as you."

“Of course…" they answered in unison. They turned to each other and giggled, then bounded down the hill to the camp.

They'd been gone so long that their oatmeal now sat in its pot, a soggy mush. Drew had long ago finished his eggs and now waited for them to return with water if he stood any chance of washing anything. He looked up when he heard their approaching giggles. There they were, as naked as the day they were born, Carrie covered in fur and Stella's skin covered in colored patterns that matched Carrie's fur.

“What the fuck…" he blurted, unable to believe his eyes. They trotted up to the camp, and Drew sighed.

“We're back!" Carrie announced. Drew frowned.

“Where the fuck are your clothes?!" he asked, quite perturbed. The two looked down at themselves, their doey selves. Neither appeared concerned.

“Oh," Stella started. “We must have left them at the spring."

“Yeah," Carrie agreed. The two couldn't seem to stand still. They were either rocking back and forth on their…hooves? Or swaying side to side. They looked like they had taken drugs.

“Are you guys ok?" Drew asked, now averting his eyes or at least attempting to. Drew found it difficult to not stare at Stella, his girlfriend. She looked…enchanting with her cervine alterations. She appeared to glow with some ethereal beauty. And Carrie... No, that was wrong. He shouldn't think such things of his sister.

But that deer costume, though…

“We're fine, Drew," Carrie replied. “What's wrong with you? Don't like the freedom of the forest?" She planted a hand on her hip, shifting her weight there. Drew scoffed, finally prying his gaze from her…perfect body.

“Everything's fine, you guys. Just put on some clothes. This is getting really weird. I don't mind Stella walking around nude, but with you here, Carrie, it just feels gross. I don't want to look at my sister nude, thanks."

“Not yet," Carrie murmured.

“What?" Drew asked, barely hearing her.

“Nothing," Carrie replied. “Here, take your water. We'll go 'get dressed' or whatever." She handed him the water bottle and watched him take a long drink as she and Stella went to the tent. Drew wiped his mouth once his thirst had been sated. Only then did he notice that he'd drunk the whole bottle. It was just so…refreshing. That being said, he had none left to wash the dishes with.

Drew eyed Stella and Carrie's bottles, leaning against their chairs. He went to pick them up, then opened them, intending to pour some out into his pan. That was until he caught himself pouring it down his throat.

Drew coughed, startled by his mindless gluttony, nearly dropping the bottle. “What the fuck is going on around here?" he thought to himself. An ache in his scalp interrupted his thought pattern, and he felt around for the two spots that ailed him. His fingers ran over two protruding bumps on the top of his head, situated between his ears. His large, pointed ears…

“Something is seriously wrong with this place," he thought, but once again, his concentration on the peculiar situation was broken by the girls, this time by them emerging from the tent. Stella was the first out, wearing a plaid button-up shirt, unbuttoned with no bra on underneath, and a pair of jean shorts. Carrie followed her out, wearing a sports bra and a pair of loud, pink fly shorts. They looked uncomfortable wearing their garb, pulling at the articles and shuffling in place.

Drew stared at the two, his mind foggy, taking in the sight of his girlfriend and sister. There was no way their appearance could be chalked up to a costume, right? This was beyond strange. They all needed to leave this place immediately.

“We need to pack up and go, you guys," Drew insisted. The two does looked at him with concerned faces.

“Go? Why?" Carrie asked. Drew looked at them like they were crazy. Maybe they were. Maybe he was going crazy.

“Because… Just look at you two! Look at me! Something around here is changing us. Don't you realize it? It's right in front of our faces. Literally!" He brought his hands to his face and felt up his protruding proto-muzzle. The girls just looked at each other, unimpressed. Carrie turned to Drew, placing her hands on her hips.

“Drew, you're the one who's blind here. Stella and I have been diligently walking our journeys, and you're here falling behind." She sighed, flashing him a coy smirk. “But that's ok. We're good sisters. We'll help you catch up." She gestured to the empty bottles lying on the ground at their chairs. “I see you've drunk more of her water. That's a good start. But you don't truly know her until you've bathed in it."

Drew stood there, slack-jawed, mouth gaped, trying hard to comprehend what she was telling him.

“Journey?! 'Sisters?!' Who is ' Her'?!" He brought his hand to his head, again feeling the bumps extruding from his scalp. “What the fuck are you talking about?!" He then gestured to them with open palms. “Look at you guys! You're deer people!"

“No, Drew, we're doe's!" Stella said firmly, her arms straightening by her sides, paws balling into fists. “And you'll be one soon enough! Now finish your journey already so we can be one with the forest!" Her shout echoed through the trees, disturbing birds in the tree canopy, their wings fluttering as they flew off.

Drew had stepped back at her sudden outburst. Carrie turned and put a hand on Stella's shoulder. “Stella, does don't shout. We're quiet beings." Stella slowly calmed, letting her shoulders ease down and her fists unclench.

“I'm sorry…" she murmured. “He's just so dumb sometimes."

“Yes, I know," Carrie agreed. “I've known him my whole life. But no doe is a genius. That's why he'll fit in perfectly. We just need to help him get there."

Drew just stood, watching, listening. They spoke like he wasn't even there. What were they on about? Whatever was happening must be taking a toll on their minds. He certainly felt it. He felt like all that water he'd just guzzled had been nothing but liquor.

“He can't get there soon enough," Stella whined. “I just want the three of us to be one. One with the forest." Carrie turned Stella toward herself, and the two stood face to face, muzzle to muzzle.

“Well, we always have ourselves until he gets to where we are," Carrie softly said. She brushed a stray lock of red hair from Stella's muzzled face. Stella sniffed and smiled. Carrie stepped closer, draping her arms over Stella's shoulders. “Why don't we show Drew what he's missing?"

“I can do that," Stella replied. “I'd love to do that."

The two leaned forward and pressed their muzzles together, parting their lips in a sensual embrace. They pulled themselves closer, wanting to feel the other's body heat. Stella wrapped her arms around the small of Carrie's back, and the two lost themselves to their doe instincts.

Drew's mouth gaped, his jaw as slack as it could be. The two deer women made out before him like no one was watching. Like neither was his sister nor his girlfriend. Neither appeared to care. They groped at each other's clothes, at their…pelts. Drew felt his pants tighten in the groin. He shouldn't be watching this, shouldn't be…enjoying this. But he did all the same.

“Wha- What are you doing?" he asked. The bumps on his head ached, pulsating with brief pangs of pain that made him absentmindedly rub at them. A crack sounded from his face, and more of his nose entered his vision. Carrie broke the two's embrace, and they nuzzled each other's necks.

“Loving each other, without bounds, like the forest wishes. Like she wishes." Carrie opened her hazel eyes and looked right into Drew's. “You're welcome to join us, Drew." She said, her voice as alluring as a siren's. “There's a doe inside you just aching to come out. Let her out and meet her." She broke eye contact with her brother and tuned to Stella, parting from her but leaving her paws on the girl's shoulders.

“Let's go make some more love in the tent, babe. Drew can join us if he's done denying his true nature." Stella said nothing, only nodding and biting her lower lip. She turned and gave Drew a 'come hither' look before following Carrie into the tent. The two crawled inside, displaying their hooves to Drew as the last thing he'd see before they zipped the fly shut.

Drew watched them go, unable to think of a single word to say. He had no idea what was going on. He turned and sat down in his fold-out chair, trying to piece the weekend's events together. It took him until now to register the pain in his feet. He slipped off his shoes to find his feet had taken on a different shape altogether. Once he got his socks off, his fears were confirmed. His feet nearly matched the other two now. Doe's hooves.

Drew sat back in his chair, defeated. His mind was so dulled that he couldn't even panic. His new ears twitched to the sound of the others' coos and kisses, which gradually devolved into gasps and mewls.

“Why do you not join your sisters?" a feminine voice spoke. Drew started and looked around. No one was there.

“Wha- what?" he blurted, as confused as any sane person would be.

“Your sisters. Why do you leave them? They enjoy each other selflessly. Why starve your soul of pleasure?" Drew looked around once more.

“Who's there?" he asked. The voice continued, answering him.

“Silly doe, I'm not just in one place. I'm everywhere. I am the forest." Drew quit trying to find the source, figuring he had finally lost his mind.

“Sure you are," he contended sarcastically. “And I'm Santa Claus." He heard the disembodied voice sigh to herself.

“Silly little doe, you only make things difficult for yourself. I suppose that's what humans do well enough, so I cannot blame you. Why not embrace the boundless love being served to you so willingly. Why not go to them and embrace your sisters?"

“I don't know why you keep calling them my 'sisters.' Only one of them is my sister, and that's the problem. I refuse to engage in incest, even if I end up a cuck." He crossed his arms over his chest, oblivious to the soft bumps replacing his meager chest muscles.

“I'm uncertain why this is an issue. Love should have no boundaries, especially in the forest. You are a doe now, or, at least once you complete your journey, you will be. You all will. Sisters of the forest."

Drew didn't reply. He just sat there, hoping the stiffness in his pants would go away.

“I can sense your…excitement, little doe. It's only natural to relieve such an agonizing ache such as yours. It will make your antler's growth less painful, too, little doe."

Drew grabbed his cervine ears and pulled them down to the sides of his head. The voice was only aggravating his unwanted arousal. Especially when it mentioned those words, 'little doe.'

“No, no, no," he groaned.

“Just take a peek, little doe. See what you're missing rather than just hear it from afar. I know you're curious. Share your love with them. Be like them, little doe, Selfless in your love."

Drew found himself standing up, his legs quivering. A nervous groan reverberated in his throat, and he began stepping toward the tent.

“Good little doe," the voice said softly, sweetly. Drew gasped, feeling a bead of precum blot his boxer briefs.

“Y-yeah," Drew mumbled, half aware of what he was saying. He drew closer to the tent, the pleasant sounds of sapphic intimacy growing louder. His hand reached for the fly zipper, pinching it between his finger and thumb. A pang of reason surfaced in his numbed mind. He shouldn't be doing this. His sister was in there. She was one of them. One of the does that he wished to…mate with. “Th-this is wrong," he murmured, staring at that hand gripping the zipper.

“Love is boundless in the forest, little doe. Let your inhibitions go. Be free."

Drew groaned. His member strained against his clothes, another reluctant lurch and a spot of pre conjured up by the voice's words. 'Little doe.' Even thinking of them made him shudder. He had little control of himself now. He went by instinct alone, and his instinct told him to mate.

The zipper moved, guided by his hand. The further it opened, the more the fly came down, revealing the scene inside. It nearly snapped him out of his trance. It was Carrie, on top of Stella. Their hair color was practically the only thing differentiating them now, Carrie's blonde hair and Stella's ginger hair. They looked almost identical otherwise. Two deer ladies, one a little more 'deer' than the other.

Carrie appeared to be further along in whatever metamorphosis had taken hold of the three. Her fur appeared a shade darker, and her muzzle was longer. The hooves that had replaced both of their feet were more defined on her, accompanied by two dew claws, where Stella had none…yet.

The two does' muzzles were pressed together, their lips clasped to one another's as their tongues worked in each other's mouths, made evident by the stirring of their cheeks. Both had the hand of their lover between their legs, their fingers busy as bees. The sounds they made at either end of their forms buzzed in Drew's cervine ears. The coos and grunts, the sucking of their lips, the squelching of their genitals. It was a cacophony of carnality. He wanted to be a part of it. As much as the still-sane part of him screamed at him to stop and run for help, he needed this. He was no longer in control. The doe inside him was.

Carrie uncoupled herself from Stella with a loud smack of her lips. Her head turned toward him, her eyes lazily drifting to meet his. “Hey, Drew," she greeted, her voice dripping with arousal. Drew tried to reply, yet nothing but a needy bleat exited his throat. Carrie chortled.

“I know, right, little doe?" She sighed. “It all seems so crazy until you just…let go."

Drew bleated again, the tent in his pants twitching. The precum blotting his boxer briefs saturated through to his shorts. Stella was watching him now, and she noticed the musky detail.

“He wishes to mate with us," she pointed out, gesturing toward the soggy spot on his crotch. Carrie followed her finger to the stain.

“Of course he does. Why wouldn't he want to mate with his sisters? That's what does like to do. But he won't be able to mate with us as a male for long. Once he completes his journey, he shall be as we are."

“As another sister?" Stella asked, looking up at her lover.

“Indeed," Carrie replied, looking back at the doe below her. “We shall all belong to the forest soon enough. We will all be one."

Drew heard Carrie's words as clear as crystal, but his mind cared nothing for her foresight of his impending fate. He wished to mate, and one of his sisters was right there, already in perfect position to receive him.

“C-can I?" he stammered.

“Mate me?" Carrie asked, looking back at him. Her eyes fell upon the tent in his shorts again, and she gave him a warm, yearning smile. “Of course, Drew. It's what does do."

Drew climbed into the tent, head foggy with the prospect of mating. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and boxers and slipped them down his legs. They were so loose now that he needn't waste his time with the fly. Now that he thought of it, the rest of his clothes had been fitting a little looser today. Curiosity flashed in his mind for so brief a time that it was barely regarded. He had does to mate with.

Carrie pulled her body back, arching her spine and flagging her tail for her new partner, presenting for him. Drew looked down at her alluring, irresistible presentation, practically drooling from his half-muzzle. Carrie was definitely drooling, too, but not from her mouth.

“I'm all yours, Drew," Carrie said, her voice as hot as fire and sweet as honey. “Be a good little doe and take me."

Drew fell to his knees, eyes wide, slack-jawed. “I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Carrie," he said.

“Good. Gimme some fawns, Drew."

“I'm gonna give you so many, you're gonna be bursting with them."

“Don't just tell me, Drew. Show me." The two spoke to each other like the siblings they arguably still were, in a twisted, perverse parody of their squabbling, oozing with sensual desire. Drew grabbed Carrie's hips as he nestled up to her on his knees. One of his hands grasped her cervine tail like a handle. He wanted this. She wanted his. All he had to do was press forward and sink his rock-hard cervine cock into her slavering folds.

And that's precisely what he did.

Carrie belted out a long, amorous bleat as she was instantly filled. Stella smirked at her, getting a good look at her partner's blissful face, eyes rolling as Drew began to pound in and out of her, her doe butt bouncing off his navel. Stella crawled backward on her elbows, bringing her hips below her sister doe's muzzle.

“If it's not too much to ask, Carrie... Can you put that muzzle to use?" She giggled at her own request. The other doe looked a little busy, but it couldn't hurt to ask, right? Carrie's eyes rolled back down, and she returned Stella's gaze with half-lidded eyes.

“Fuck yeah," she lazily replied. She extended her tongue and licked the air toward Stella. Stella giggled, but her giggles were cut short when Carrie suddenly dipped her head between her legs and buried her muzzle in her soaking doe pussy. Stella's legs pulled upward. She felt every subtle and not-so-subtle movement Carrie's tongue made. By the forest, it was heavenly.

Drew sunk his buck meat into Carrie's haunches again and again. There was no concern for their incestuous act anymore. That was long eschewed. They were children of the forest now, as their ancestors had been so long ago, and there would be no boundaries for their love. Drew remembered the times he'd fought with his sister. How silly they'd been. Why fight when they could have loved each other? Like they did now.

They would all be sisters soon. This Drew finally accepted. He'd made peace with it. But until then, he'd enjoy what he had, what the forest had let him hold onto until his journey was complete.

Stella moaned, enjoying her front-row seat to the carnality of the three. A show to watch while her sister serviced her; how divine. “You fuck her like you fuck me, Drew," she remarked, biting her lower lip and humming as her eyes rolled toward the tent ceiling.

“She's as tight as you," Drew huffed. “And throws it back just as good."

Stella swooned. “The three of us were meant for this, then. Perhaps we were always *ah!* meant to be sisters, only constrained by our human forms with their petty morals."

“Maybe," Drew replied. “All I know is: this is the best camping trip I've ever been on."

“Definitely the best," Stella agreed. “And it never has to *ah!* end, Drew. This is our home now."

“We can mate forever," Drew grunted.

“Yeah, forever…" Stella agreed again. She moaned and let her head slip backward. God, she never thought Carrie would be this good at eating out.

Drew's hand, the one at Carrie's hips, slipped under her and felt for her belly. Something instinctual drove it there, and he quickly discovered why. Carrie had two lumps on her lower body now, sizable ones. They were soft, perfectly round, and sported their own set of…nipples.

She had teats, not as big as her upper breasts, but nothing to scoff at either. They'd be perfect for feeding their young. Drew gripped the soft protrusions in his hands, kneading them, giving Carrie even more pleasure.

“Such good little does you are. Now, all three of you know the harmony you can share with each other. Bask in the bounty of each other's selfless pleasure. Be Free. Be at peace with yourselves. And love each other. As does. As sisters."

All three of them heard the voice speaking to them. They specifically listened to those magic words, 'little does.' It filled their hearts with joy and their bodies with sensation. They shuddered and shook to the voice's sweet affirmations. It brought them to the edge of nirvana. They were so close. It wouldn't be much longer.

“I…I'm gonna cum, my sisters." Stella mewled. She felt it coming, like a raging wildfire reaching its epoch just before being doused by a summer storm. Her hand came to her breasts, and she drew pretty little circles around her areolas.

“M-me too," Drew admitted. “I'm… I'm gonna c-cum in her." He panted, trying not to bleat. Carrie peeked her head up, nearly out of breath.

“Do it, Drew. Cum inside me and give me fawns. I want our young to be beautiful like us. I wish to give back to the forest that has given us so much!" She immediately dug her muzzle back down into Stella's sex. The three fucked like the uncivilized beasts they were devolving into, no thoughts, no worries, only the repletion of their lusts.

Drew's hand gripped Carrie's hips. He dove forward, placing one on her shoulders, pressing into her as deeply as he could with each thrust. Carrie pushed her muzzle forward, nearly inside Stella altogether, wriggling her tongue as far into her sister as it would go. Drew's ravenous thrusts fucked her into the girl below her, every press into her haunches pushing Carrie's muzzle further between Stella's thighs.

This was it; they could feel it, like a mystical force flowing into their spirits. Drew hung his head back and let out a ragged bleat as he came, the hardest he ever had. His hot spunk gushed into Carrie like the rapids of a raging river, filling her completely.

Stella's legs quaked, squeezing her lover's head like the roots of a centuries-old tree. Her squirt flowed over the other doe's muzzle like sap from a spigot, matting her fur. She arched her back as far as it would go, her head pulling up as she, like Drew, bleated loud and triumphant.

Carrie had been cumming the entire time, forced silent by Stella's snatch and thighs. She pulled her sticky face from between Stella's legs, gasping for air. When her lungs were full, she let out a triumphant bleat of ecstasy. Her pussy clutched Drew's member, milking it for every drop of his essence, sucking it like she would her mouth. She felt like the queen of the woods, being rightfully given her heirs.

When the three were finally spent, they collapsed in a pile, lying over their sleeping bags and each other. Stella and Carrie's bodies, their pelts, felt so warm to Drew. He snuggled them, nestling between the two, knowing he soon would have the same fur they had. They napped for a while, time no longer meaning much to them. They judged time by the sun's position now, and when the three lovers emerged from the tent, the sun was high in the sky. It was only Midday. They had so much daylight left to continue their journeys.

The three does spent the rest of their day sharing each other's company. They grazed on leaves and grass, made love, bathed in the spring, and, of course, drank from its waters. As the afternoon turned into evening, Stella and Carrie began to look more and more alike. Stella's muzzle grew to the same length as Carrie's, and her coat of fur filled out just as thick. Like Carrie, Stella's lower belly now supported two perky teats, and Stella found it difficult not to touch them, feel them…experience them.

She and Carrie were true does now, so close to completing their journey. But to truly complete their journey, they needed to help their sister, Drew, catch up.

Drew sported most of the changes the other two had already gone through. His skin, already discolored with patterns when they'd left the tent, now flourished with the fine hairs of his own pelt. His muzzle was as pronounced as Stella's had been at breakfast time, and his ears sat on the top of his head, flickering with each unexpected sound around him.

His hand periodically reached up to his scalp. The bumps felt there earlier had grown into antlers. Short ones, but nonetheless beautiful. He'd gaze at his reflection in the spring's mirror-like surface, admiring the branches of bone adorning his skull like a magnificent crown. He couldn't ignore how feminine his body had become.

His shoulders had narrowed, his hips had widened, not to mention the budding mounds on his ever-sensitizing chest. His feminine features paired well with his mostly cervine face and a pelt. He looked like a true doe. A doe with antlers, but a doe no less. Soon, he'd join his sisters and the forest, completing his journey.

“You have antlers!" Carrie had cheered. “How special! Something unique to be cherished!"

“It's because he started as a human male," Stella had pointed out. “Now he will remember what he leaves behind, as 'he' becomes 'she.'"

'He' becomes 'she…' He really was becoming a 'she,' wasn't he? He knew of his fate all day and had accepted it that morning in the tent. It never truly settled in until the evening. The changes to his form couldn't make his impending womanhood, or doehood, more evident. The wider hips, the higher voice, the slimmer shoulders. These were the beginnings of something wonderful and new. But, as he pranced around with his sisters throughout the day, other changes had taken hold, initiating 'him' as 'her.'

The member he wielded to pleasure him and his sisters had lost the significance it once held. It was smaller now, barely worth attention. The balls beneath it hung no more, his fuzzy sack now a shrivelled mound coated in the softest fur. The most noticeable of these changes, the ones to his sex, were the tender protrusions on his chest. Gone were his modest pectorals, replaced by the breasts of a maturing girl. He liked them. He liked all of it. His sensitive nipples made him all too aware of the temperature of the air around him, the extra space between his legs drawing up new temptations to have a hot, throbbing piece of buck meat fill it.

His journey was coming to a close, and therefore, so would the journeys of his sister does.

The three sat around the campfire. They'd let it burn throughout the day, feeding it dry, dead wood like they fed each other leaves off trees. Leaves would be the only things they took from the trees now. The trees whispered to them now, thanking them for spareing them from the axe. They offered up their leaves as a gesture of good will, and, thus, the does got to feast on the tastiest leaves on the branches.

The fire crackled as they cuddled on the ground together, holding each other in their furry arms, periodically feeding the other sweet leaves and berries. They were at peace and tranquil, listening to the other's heartbeat as they watched the flames dance before them.

“You three are nearly finished with your journeys," the voice began. “Come to my spring in the morrow, and I shall show you where to go next."

The three does nodded lazily in agreement.

“Yes. We will," Carrie assured.

“Enjoy this night, my good little does. And make sure you show your newest doe all that a little doe can feel."

The does all shivered at the words 'little doe' being spoken twice. Drew made a particularly feminine moan, arching his back against Carrie. The other two giggled. Those words really set a sudden mood.

“Drew, you sound like you need a little 'showing,'" Carrie teased. Stella cut in.

“Yes, let us teach you the benefits of being a doe. A proper doe."

Drew's breath increased in pace. “Yes, p-please. Show me," he replied in a voice unmistakably female. “I…I want to know what you feel."

Carrie turned to face him on her knees. “Gladly, Drew." She paused to look up and down his unquestionably female form. “I know just the thing. Or things," she giggled. Drew emitted a quiet, nervous bleat.

“I-I don't want to be 'Drew' anymore." He announced, then pausing to swallow a lump in his throat. “I need… I need a new name. A doe name."

Stella crawled to Drew and nestled beside him, hugging his arm. “Awe. 'She' wants a name more fitting of a doe." She looked up at Drew and nuzzled his cheek with hers. “What should it be?"

“Dianne," Carrie stated plainly. “She looks like a Dianne." Carrie's mouth turned up in a warm smile.

“Do you like that, Dianne?" Stella asked, looking up at Drew, her hands still wrapped around his arms. Drew nodded.

“Y-yeah. I like that name. I'm Dianne. Dianne the doe…" She returned Carrie's smile and rose to her knees before Carrie. The first of the does placed her hands on Dianne's shoulders and leaned in. The two does shut their yearning eyes and let their lips meet in the middle. They kissed tenderly, lovingly. The world seemed to go silent at that moment.

They moved closer to one another, their kneeling legs interlacing. Their breasts pressed together, and Carrie's pelt rubbed against Dianne's finer, shorter pelt. Their hands explored their lithe bodies, Carrie's dipping below to Dianne's belly, then her navel.

“She's gonna show you everything you need to know, Dianne," Stella cooed from Dianne's side. “And then, I'm gonna show you more." Dianne moaned into their oral embrace. Her legs shook with anticipation when Carrie's hand made it to the space just above her…her…her pussy. She had one of those now…a pussy. It must have happened sometime that night, as they cuddled before the fire.

She wanted to know her newly gifted femininity. She wanted to know how it felt to be touched.

A sharp gasp broke the smacking of their lips, Dianne's lungs pulling in air to the unexpected feeling of Carrie's doe digits lightly stroking through her new folds. Her finger grazed the nub of oversensitive flesh that was once her penis, and she cried out.

“Oh!" Dianne wrapped her arms around Carrie's back and pulled her sister close, resting her muzzle on the doe's shoulder.

“Feels…divine, doesn't it?" Carrie asked, her sensual voice floating into Dianne's ear.

“I-It…" Dianna attempted to reply. She had to work for her words. “Oh, by the forest…"

Carrie chortled. Stella giggled.

“She's learning," Stella mused from her spot at Dianne's side.

“She is," Carrie cooed past Dianne's ear. Stella calmly reached down between Carrie's legs and gave the doe the same attention Dianne was given. Carrie breathed a heavy sigh, her voice making a tune as she breathed out. “You two are such good…little…does."

The others shivered. Dianne yelped in pleasure, not just from the words, but because Carrie had hooked her fingers into Dianne's virgin passage. “C-Carrie!" Dianne cried, her voice rising in pitch. “I-I never kn-knew it could feel this intense."

“Just enjoy the ride, my little doe. Roll those hips along with my fingers and enjoy the ride."

“Ye-yes, sister," Dianne mewled. She did as Carrie said, bucking her hips over and back on her forest sister's fingers. Carrie rolled with the motions of Stella's fingers, too, humping the digits inside her in sync with them.

“Just wait till you feel a tongue down there," Stella said to Dianne. Carrie sniffed and turned her head down to Stella's cervine face.

“That's a good idea, sister. Why don't you show her?" Stella made a mischievous chortle.

“With pleasure, sister. For all of our pleasure."

Stella nudged Carrie from her place in front of Dianne. Carrie shuffled out of the way, giving her sister space. Having taken Carrie's spot, Stella placed her palm on the excess fluff over Dianne's breasts and ran her fingers down to the newest doe's belly. “Lay back for me, sister. Let me show you what a good tongue can do."

Dianne nodded and let her body rock backward. She let her elbows take her upper body's weight, and her legs stretch to either side of Stella. Stella leaned forward, getting on all fours and lowering her head until her breath spilled over Dianne's puffy, ruddy sex. Their newest sister shuddered. Stella wiggled her butt, giving Carrie a full presentation of her assets. Her flagged tail invited Carrie to play with her, and Carrie gazed down at the display with a knowing smirk.

“Don't leave me exposed, sister," Stella said, looking back at the doe. She turned her head back and glared sensually up at Dianne, appearing as predacious as a doe could.

“Don't worry, I know just how to treat my little doe sisters," Carrie replied. The other two shuddered, moaning just before Stella buried her muzzle in Dianne's folds. Dianne cried out.

“B-By the forest!" Her jostled bleat filled the air following her vocation. Stella's tongue worked its magic on the new doe's nethers, delivering the most exquisite sensations never felt by the doe before. “Leaves and b-berries!!" she bleated again, feeling Stella's tongue slip inside her.

Carrie observed her sisters as they went at it. Stella lovingly taught the new Dianne what boundless love was about. Her eyes fell below Stella's flagging tail. Then her head followed her gaze, lowering between Stella's haunches. Her muzzle pressed in, her tongue went wild, and soon, Stella's elations joined Dianne's, the two making beautiful music together.

Such good little does they were.

They shared each other's feminine flavors before the fires. Carrie lapped at Stella, and Stella lapped at Dianne. However, Carrie's sex was left out of the fun, and Dianne's mouth should be made more useful. There was to be no waste in the forest. Everything had a purpose. Dianne had an unused snout, and Carrie an unattended pussy.

Carrie's face rose from Stella's doe butt. She craned her head around the broad set of hips in front of her and made eye contact with Dianne. The girl's eyes spoke more of the pleasure wracking her body than her moans and bleats ever could. Carrie brought her hand around and snapped her fingers. “Dianne, dear. Shuffle yourself this way. I'd like to make a…fairy ring of sorts." She urged the doe along with her beckoning fingers, and Dianne obeyed, shuffling closer with quivering legs. Stella followed her, unceasing in her carnal work.

Carrie turned and lay on her side, inching her hips closer to Dianne's muzzled face, keeping Stella's perfect rear within reach. Dianne also shifted to her side, and the three formed a circle, with Stella on hands and knees, Dianne on her rear, and Carrie on her side with her leg up, presenting her pussy to the mewling Dianne.

“You know what to do, sister. Be a good little doe…and do your part."

The others quivered. Dianne bent her head low and gingerly stretched her muzzle toward her sister's sex. Her tongue extended. And for the first time, she tasted the girl, her taste buds grinding into Carrie's pussy.

They were an unbroken chain of unbound love now. Every doe played their amorous part in pleasing the other, exploring, and finding what made the other moan and squirm. The soft sounds of slick flesh on slicker flesh filled the clear air. Their coos and croons resonated into the folds of those they pleased, a continuous cycle of love that flowed like the patterns of a Celtic rune.

None felt as one with the forest as they did, for it cradled them with its soil, watched over them with its trees, and sang to them with its chirping insects. The three does became one with themselves and the forest, in body and spirit.

One by one, each of them experienced the impassioned nirvana of orgasm, their forms shuddering and shaking. Neither stopped to bleat or moan out into the night, for the pleasure of their sisters was their own. None wished to break the chain. Not until each was spent and satisfied.

The concept of time slipped their minds. How long had they been going at it? Minutes? Hours? None knew nor cared. Eventually, they did stop, their tongues too tired and their crotches numb to continue. Carrie and Dianne rolled onto their backs, and Stella collapsed onto her side as she and her sisters panted heaving breaths. Carrie was the first to stir from her spot.

“We- We should go to our den, sisters. There's more fun to have in the artificial sanctuary of the tent. It is softer in there, too." She looked at the smoldering fire, its weak flames having consumed most of its fuel, leaving glowing coals. “The fire is nearly gone, anyways."

She picked herself up and helped the others to their feet. Arms over shoulders, the three stumbled back to the tent, plopping down on their doe butts with their legs folded beside them.

“Sister, what shall we do now?" Dianne asked. Stella and Dianne looked to Carrie for guidance. Carrie flashed them a motherly smile and placed a hand on each of their shoulders.

“We share our love until either the sun rises or we expire for the night. Whichever comes first."

Her suggestion was met with wiggling cervine tails. The others looked to Carrie with unrestrained excitement. Carrie gave them a knowing grin, then turned to close the tent fly.

Their night was only beginning, and their blissful bleats would echo throughout the woods for hours…

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One by one, the three does emerged from their tent. The morning sun cast gleaming rays through the trees around their camp, making the scenery glow with every shade of green. The ferns, the scrubs, the leaves. Everything greeted them as they stepped into a world that was now theirs to inhabit.

The three looked nearly identical now, their hair colors and Dianne's antlers being the only features to denote them differently. Carrie's blonde hair, Stella's red hair, and Dianne's brown hair flowed with swirling locks decorated with stray twigs and leaves. They'd eventually braid ivy into their hair, maybe later that day if they had the time. None knew what the mysterious but doting voice had in store for them that morning. But one thing was certain: they were about to complete their journey.

“Good morning, little does," the voice spoke. All three heard it loud and clear.

“A perfect morning," Carrie answered. The others nodded in agreement.

“Indeed, it is. For this morn, you three may finally complete the journeys you've set yourself upon."

“Tell us what we need to do!" Stella urged, bouncing excitedly on her hooves.

“Yeah!" Dianne added.

“Of course, my deers. Make your way to the spring for your final bath. There, I shall reveal your next journey."

“We will!" Carrie exclaimed jubilantly. She turned to the others, all three sharing elated faces. “This is it, sisters. We're nearly finished. Let's complete our journey…together."

The others giggled with glee and followed Carrie up the hill, all six of their teats bouncing along with their naked breasts. Their hooves gripped the dirt and leaves beneath them, their tails wiggling back and forth with pure joy.

Before they knew it, the spring came within sight. It was more beautiful than they could have imagined. They'd earned this bath together as sisters. They'd been such good little does.

Steam gently wisped off the water's surface, revealing how warm and soothing it must be. The mist hanging above the stream glistened with the rays of the morning sun, lighting the rocks behind it. It looked to them like how a chest of gold would look to an adventurer at the end of a harrowing dungeon. It was their reward. What lay beyond that, that was their prize.

Gingerly, the three does dipped their hooves in the water. It was as warm as it looked. It was like stepping into a hot tub. The trio cooed and giggled at its unusual temperature.

“This is it, sisters," Carrie said, taking the lead, holding the other two by the paws. “Let us bathe in the nymph's spring…as does." Deeper, she led them until they were up to their shoulders. That's where they stopped, turning to each other.

The water felt like nothing they'd experienced before. No water on earth should be able to do what that spring did to them. They felt otherworldly currents circling their bodies, scrubbing their pelts, massaging the muscles underneath. All three sisters moaned, letting the spring work its magic on them. It caressed their entire bodies, holding them aloft and removing the need to swim. The three does relaxed, giving themselves to the spring. Then, suddenly, they were together, pressed softly against the other, teats and all.

And so were their muzzles.

The three embraced each other, going back and forth, taking turns kissing, then simply joining in the middle as a trio. Their lips, their tongues lavished each other's. Their hands explored every curve and valley of each other's bodies, lingering in the most sensitive of places, their love unbinding like never before.

The morning wind around them slowed to a still. The area surrounding the spring went silent. Only the songs of birds remained. Each avian chirp graced their ears like an angel singing amongst a heavenly choir. Light around them seemed to bend, creating new colors neither doe had seen before. Their heads ached in the best of ways. It all coalesced as one overstimulating opera, creating a better high than any drug ever manufactured by the hands of man.

They were a part of the forest now, one with it. It was heaven, nirvana, ascension. They belonged to the one and only promised land of milk and honey.

Eventually, the currents settled, letting the three does float down back onto their hooves. They stood on the bottom, each doe instinctively turning to face the great oak at the opposite edge of the water.

“Did you little does enjoy the end of your journeys?" the oak asked. The three bleated and nodded fervently.

The oak's bark swelled, its surface twisting and bending, pulling apart like a yawning mouth. Its branches bowed low around the orifice, framing this widening hole in the tree's mighty trunk. A blend of multi-colored light poured from the opening, forcing the does to wince their eyes. Then, slowly, a figure emerged.

She emerged…

The nymph stepped out onto the bank. Her body was made of an amalgamation of plant life, shaped into a most feminine form. Reeds adorned with cherry blossoms and lilies made up her hair. A mossy bark created her flesh, crisscrossed with vines and ivy like living lingerie. Moss grew in a small bush between her legs.

She was the embodiment of the forest, and she was perfect.

Tears welled in the does' eyes, seeing their mother for the first time. She who rebirthed them in their cervine forms, returning them to a time before the poisons of humankind.

“B-by the forest…" Carrie stuttered, taken so aback she nearly fainted. The nymph stretched out her 'arms' like the mighty boughs of the trees around her. They rose high above her head, regarding the three standing in the spring. Gradually, a grandiose set of ivory antlers grew from her head, reaching as high as her 'fingers' and curving back toward her scalp, granting her a 'crown' of sorts. The ivory gleamed in the morning sun like silvered gold.

“Come to me, little does," she commanded, her voice exuding nothing but love despite ordering them like subjects.

“Y-yes, m-mother," Carrie sputtered, trying her best not to weep. She took the others' hands and led them across the spring, stepping out of the water and back onto the land beneath the nymph's feet.

They fell to their knees before her, bowing their heads with reverence. Stella focused on the ground, unsure where to look. Flowers sprouted and bloomed among the soil in the nymph's presence, and she watched a daisy push out of the ground, greeting her as its petals unfolded. Dianne merely shut her eyes, tears streaming from them, her emotions overwhelmed by the nymph's glory. Carrie was the only one to turn her head up, gazing at her re-maker, her deliverer.

“W-what can we do to thank you, m-mother? We'll do anything."

The nymph expressed a loving smile on her plantoid face. Her hand extended and gently cradled the doe's muzzle. “You've already done so much, little doe. But I must implore you to begin your next journey." Carrie looked puzzled.

“Next journey?" she asked, knitting her brow.

“Indeed," the nymph replied. “Through your first journey, you three entered sacred doehood. But now, I must ask you to enter…motherhood."

Carrie stared up at her, mouth agape. “M-motherhood?"

“Yes," the nymph confirmed. “I have someone you should meet. He was the first to stumble upon my spring." She stepped to the side, gesturing to the glowing opening in the side of her great oak. A figure stepped through, not on two sets of hooves, but four.

His antlers were immaculate, and his musculature was imposing. He stood roughly seven feet off the ground, towering over the kneeling does. The three looked up and had to squint their eyes from the gleaming, golden aura that projected from his perfect pelt in the morning sunlight. His lower body was that of a regular four-legged buck, and his upper half was that of a man. He was a man truly blessed by the magic of the spring.

He was beyond handsome, an adonis amongst the forest. The three does stared up at him with awe and intense arousal.

“B-by the forest," Stella gasped.

“Leaves and berries…" Dianne murmured.

Carrie said nothing. She was trying to steal a glance at what was tucked between the buck's haunches.

“One of your humans, tasked with keeping an eye on the forest, stumbled upon my spring some time ago," the nymph explained. “Like you, he began and completed his journey and has been dwelling in my realm with me ever since. I've been waiting for another to complete their own journeys so I could give him a proper mate. Now I have three to present to him." She turned her head to the mighty buck. “Do you approve, my stag?" The buck looked over the three more closely. A warm smile crept across his muzzle.

“Indeed. They look to be perfect little does. Ripe for mating…and breeding." His voice rumbled outward, reverberating throughout the forest like the king he was, like the king the three does would treat him as.

The does whimpered with lust, not just at his words, but at the prospect of bearing his fawns. They quivered at his feet, running their hands over their pelts in barely restrained excitement.

“I'm glad you approve," the nymph replied. “And what say you, my little does?"

The three on their knees nodded with fervent enthusiasm, unleashing a deluge of yearning bleats. The phrases, “Yes, please!" and “Take me now!" and “Anything for the forest!" spilled past their lips, showering the buck in adoration and praise. The nymph smiled warmly.

“They're all yours, my stag. I shall return once you've helped them complete their next journey."

With a chortle, the nymph turned and strode behind the stag, toward the gateway whence she emerged. She stepped through the shimmering threshold, and it closed behind her, the oak tree reverting to its normal state of being, leaving the three does with their beautiful buck. He gazed at the three willing does, and motioned for them to rise.

The does stood from the ground, squirming in place, unable to calm themselves in the buck's presence. “So," he began. “Who of you shall be the first to bear my fawns?" He let them decide, for they belonged not to him but to the forest, just as he belonged to it. Carrie, Stella, and Dianne all looked at one another, high off the lust burning in their loins.

“Who should be first?" Stella asked.

“Carrie should be first," Dianne suggested. “We are here because of her. She's the reason we began our journeys, and she guided us along to our glorious completion."

“Yes!" Stella agreed. They both looked to Carrie. The doe's eyes darted around. The ultimate prize was being served to her on a silver platter. Being the first to bear the stag's young... what an honor it would be…

But if there was one lesson she'd learned on her journey, the same lesson she extended to her sisters, it was to be selfless, to share the love, boundless love. So…she would act as the forest willed her, to be selfless and relinquish her mantle as first. She would not put herself before her sisters. And she knew just the sister to whom to extend the glory.

“Dianne should be first," Carrie announced, straightening herself with pride. “Dianne has not yet known the touch of a male, within and without, and all the pleasures that entail. She should be the first to mate with our stag."

Dianne's mouth dropped open. She looked at Carrie with tears welling in her eyes. “A-are you sure, sister?" she asked.

“Yes, more sure than anything before. You deserve it, sister. You've taken the furthest steps on your journey."

“This…" Dianne began, tears now rolling down her cervine face. “This is the best… Thank you, sisters." The three came together and shared a group hug, nuzzling their faces together, all three shedding tears of joy. When they parted, Stella and Carrie guided Dianne toward the stag with tender hands. She stood before the mighty buck, wracked with elation and anxiety.

“I hope I'm enough for you, my stag," Dianne peeped. The stag flashed a reassuring smile and gave her a short bow.

“You already are, little doe."

Dianne nearly collapsed from the shiver running through her body at that magic phrase. “Th-thank you, my stag."

“No, thank you. For completing your journey." He reached out and pet her head. Dianne giggled. “Now, if you're ready for me, shall we begin?" he asked. Dianne nodded.

“I'm more than ready," she replied, regaining her confidence. Instinctively, she turned around and crouched down, getting on all fours before him. She arched her back and stuck her rear out, flagging her tail in presentation. He looked over her display and nodded approvingly, stepping forward over her. “Now I'm truly ready, my stag. I yearn for your fawns. I wish to complete this new journey," she announced, calm and assured.

“And my fawns you shall receive," he replied. Stella and Carrie looked on in awe as the stag's cervine member grew from between his hind legs, growing and growing. He looked at them, noticing their adoration. The stag wished for them to be included in this ritual, to be at their sister's side. “You two may accompany us if you so wish," he informed.

The two does' faces lit up like the morning sun off the stag's fur, and they wasted no time joining them. Carrie stroked her fingers through the stag's thick, gleaming coat while Stella kneeled next to Dianne, giving the same attention to her sister. With that, the stag decided it was time to guide his new mate along her journey.

With a gentle thrust, he pushed his rigid member inside Dianne's doe hole, slowly filling her to her limit, taking tender care to make it as painless and as pleasurable as possible.

“By the forest!" Dianne moaned. His buck meat slid inside her, filling her physically and granting her the most complete feeling she'd ever felt. Everything felt right. Sound eroded away then, and the morning light flooded her sight. All at once, she experienced the force of every living thing in the forest resonating within her being. She felt at one with every tree, bush, shrub, leaf, insect, animal, fish, lake, and stream…everything.

In that moment of perceived silence, she heard every one of those living things sing to her, all as one immense choir. It spoke three words to her...

“Good little doe."