Rosemary and Thyme - Chapter Three -
Rosemary makes a fateful decision...
Rosemary and Thyme:
Chapter Three
© Cederwyn Whitefurr
8th February, 2024
All Rights Reserved.
As winter's chill tightened, Jake and Sarah noticed a change in Rosemary and Thyme's behavior. The deer, once warier than shadows in the moonlight, began to linger near the open door of the cabin, their eyes reflecting the warmth emanating from within. An invisible thread of curiosity tugged at them, coaxing them closer.
One chilly evening, Jake decided to test the boundaries of the unspoken understanding between humans and deer. With a bowl of freshly harvested apples, he stood near the open door, the enticing aroma weaving its way through the crisp air. Rosemary and Thyme, their breath forming ethereal clouds, exchanged hesitant glances before slowly advancing.
The door, ajar and inviting, presented an opportunity too tempting to resist. Rosemary, her eyes betraying a mix of caution and intrigue, delicately stepped inside. Thyme, always the more reserved of the two, lingered at the threshold, ears twitching nervously.
The interior, bathed in the soft glow of firelight, mesmerized Rosemary. Her cloven hooves clicked on the wooden floor, the sound echoing in the hushed cabin. Jake watched with bated breath as she approached the bowl of sliced apples, each step a testament to the delicate dance between wild instincts and newfound curiosity.
Jake, observing Rosemary's curious, yet calm nature, welcomed her with a smile. As she approached, her eyes flickering with a momentary hint of fear that vanished with a blink, Jake held out his hand, palm forward, a silent invitation. Rosemary, with delicate grace and gentleness, brushed her lips against his hand in their established g gesture, seeking permission for the gift he offered her.
Meanwhile, Thyme remained just outside, his antlers framed in the doorway. His eyes held a mixture of uncertainty and longing. He observed Rosemary's every move, assessing the safety of this unfamiliar territory.
The scent of apples, the warmth of the fire, and Jake's gentle presence enveloped Rosemary, creating a sense of warmth and comfort. Yet, beneath this fragile veneer, the truth lingered – these seemingly wild deer were more than their feral facade suggested – they were not tame, not by any stretch of the imagination – but they were friendly.
As Rosemary nibbled on an apple, Thyme, encouraged by her apparent comfort, cautiously took a few steps inside. Jake looked at him, then held his hand out once more. Thyme, much more cautiously than Rosemary, brushed his nose against Jake's palm, in their accepted way of asking for permission, just as Rosemary had.
Jake smiled and nodded, stepping back, as Thyme grunted and lightly shoulder-bumped Rosemary, seeking a playful interaction. However, Rosemary quickly retaliated with a forceful shove, her tail snapping upright in a display of assertiveness. Thyme blinked, his ears twitching backward, as he took a more aggressive step towards Rosemary. She bleated and skilfully side-stepped away from him.
As Jake watched, backing up against the cold plastered wall of the cabin, Thyme turned Rosemary to face away from Jake, stepping closer and slowly lowering his antlered head. Rosemary, her tail still held high, bleated and attempted to side-step again, but Thyme snorted through his nostrils as he pushed his mate back once more.
“Woah, hey – easy!" Jake yelped in growing fright. “Leave her alone! She's scared; there's no need for -"
Rosemary twitched, her head turning to assess the awkward position she found herself in. Her rump pressed hard against Jake's groin, tail in an upraised, awkward posture, and Thyme, seemingly upset, with a lowered head and glistening, sharp antlers pointed at her, his half-lidded eyes conveying his annoyance.
What'd I do... Jake's mind frantically assessed the situation. Did I do, or say something – why is he being so aggressive towards her? Is he... no, he's a wild deer, she must be his mate – he'd never put his mate in danger...or worse... would he?
Thyme, sensing Rosemary's hesitation and recognizing Jake's fear, softened his approach. Rather than pressuring his mate, he took a step back, his antlers still formidable in their posture but no longer positioned so aggressively. With a series of quiet grunts, chuffs, and other vocalizations, then a slow blink, Thyme stretched out his neck and nuzzled Rosemary's neck with his lips, giving her a gentle, reassuring nuzzle.
Rosemary's body remained stiff, her ears swept back, before Thyme stepped back again, giving her space. He circled away, standing near the door, maintaining his distance, all the while, maintaining a watchful gaze. His intent was clear – to respect his mate's need for time and to give Jake time to calm himself.
What just happened? Jake's mind reeled again. Something – why did he move away? Why isn't she moving? Her body is so warm, she's not trembling, so she's not scared of...of being so close to me – doesn't she remember that misfortune...
Rosemary twitched, turning her head as she looked back at Jake, her eyes wide and a little apprehensive, before with a nervous swish of her tail against his shirt, she crouched ever so slightly with her hind legs – as if longing for his touch again.
“You... you're not scared, or...hurt, are you?" Jake's voice trembled, fear surging but being replaced with curiosity.
Rosemary bleated softly, not understanding a word. Her tail swept back and forth, and a warm, comfortable expression came over her. Thyme, observant and cautious, maintained his distance, slowly lifting his head, yet his half-lidded eyes reflected a mix of curiosity and an ever-watchful protector.
Rosemary bleated again, her tail swishing, as she continued to gaze at Jake – trying in her own way, to bridge the gap between their two species – to make him understand, that which she wanted. Jake blinked, bewildered, before he leaned slightly over her back, compelled by the warmth and trust in her gaze, tentatively reached out and ran his fingers through the fur of her neck.
His touch, hesitant but genuine, elicited a gentle bleat from Rosemary. It was a sound of reassurance, an acknowledgment of Jake's attempt to bridge the gap. Sensing the shift in dynamics, Thyme maintained his watchful stance but no longer exhibited signs of early aggression. If anything, he seemed more curious, his ears flicking, then pricking forward.
Rosemary bleated again, swishing her tail as she licked ever so tenderly at Jake's forearm, in that gesture, was the invitation for something more. There, in that silent conversation, a plea for understanding, and an unspoken invitation for Jake to explore uncharted territories – not just the physical of her fur but the unspoken one – Rosemary tried to make him perceive.
Jake, still wrestling with his uncertainties, felt her warmth beneath his fingers, the rhythmic rise and fall of Rosemary's chest, and the look in her eyes, of her trust and warmth – and something else entirely, a deep longing and curiosity.
As the fire crackled in the living room, both Thyme and Rosemary twitched at the unexpected noise. Jake placed his hands lightly on Rosemary's hips, feeling the quiver ripple through her, before she looked back at him, her eyes perceptibly widening and her mouth slightly opened. Her breathing increased and he noticed her curious, attentive ears prick forwards expectantly.
Again, he failed to perceive her emotions. Confused and captivated, Jake looked into Rosemary's eyes, trying to decipher the unspoken language that seemed to flow between them. Thyme, continuing his quiet vigil, observed curiously, his eyes moving slowly from Rosemary to Jake, his own curiosity piqued.
With a gently bleat, Rosemary pulled out of Jake's tender embrace, before she turned around and gently butted her head against his chest, looking up at him, then down at the ground, before delicately dragging a foreleg hoof from in front, back, then looking up again.
“What... what do you want?" Jake asked, confused.
With a snort, Rosemary, obviously wearing her patience thin, knelt down, then rose and looked up at him, then back down at the ground.
“You...you want me to kneel?"
Jake felt a mix of awe and confusion as he cautiously knelt down, finding himself almost eye-to-eye with Rosemary. Her large, expressive eyes held a curiosity, and her ears pricked forward in anticipation. In a surprising gesture, she licked his forehead with her gentle, slick tongue, leaving a lingering warmth in its wake.
A soft, melodic bleating that escaped her partially opened lips intrigued him, its nuances subtle and confusing. As he observed, Rosemary's tail lifted, and to his surprise, it began to swish back and forth, almost reminiscent of a dog wagging its tail. The rhythmic motion added to the surreal nature of this moment, as Rosemary's lips parted and she licked him again, with more interest and intent.
Caught between the warmth of his home and the enigmatic dance before him, Jake couldn't help but feel himself slowly falling under Rosemary's enchantments. Rosemary's actions spoke a language unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting, as she tilted her head slightly and blinked once more, her tail swishing intensifying.
“I don't understand - “ Jake murmured. “What do you..."
Rosemary bleated, licked him a third time before she turned about and made her intentions thoroughly clear. Her large, white tail upright, she took a shy backward step, her head held to the side and gazing back at him.
Jake gasped, whether intentionally or not, as he saw what lay almost perfectly placed before him...
Rosemary gracefully lifted her tail, revealing a subtle glimpse of her anatomy. From tight, puckered anus, and just below that, shrouded by fine hairs, lay her vulva, a small and inconspicuous slit just below her anus It was slightly elongated and delicately shaped, blending almost seamlessly with the surrounding pale fur. With a gentle bleat, Rosemary twitched, giving the slightest wink of the folds – revealing the subtle shade of pink, the lips parting and glistening under the effects of a mucus-like membrane before it vanished again.
“Oh - “ Jake wheezed, going white as a sheet. “Oh my god..."
Rosemary blinked, a slightly worried look spreading over her muzzle and forehead, her eyebrows turned downwards lifting the innermost edges, in an expression of concern and confusion.
“No, no," Jake moaned quietly. “you're...beautiful, sweet, gentle..."
Rosemary's look intensified, her tail swishing more urgently before she bleated in an almost begging tone. The downturn of her eyebrows conveyed a sense or urgency and vulnerability. However, instantly, her frown vanished, replaced with a look of invitation...and trust. Her eyes softened, conveying her silent reassurance that invited Jake to understand her desired intentions.
With a nervous laugh, then a quick glimpse at the seemingly curious, yet strangely uncaring Thyme, who resumed eating the last of the apples, Jake swallowed the knot in his throat and looked back at Rosemary. He reached up with his hand, then Rosemary's tail slapped down and she uttered a short, sharp bark – which snapped Thyme's head up with a startled grunt of alarm.
“Woah...easy girl!" Jake whispered, gently stroking Rosemary's rump until she started to settle. “Alright...bad touch, I understand."
As if understanding, Rosemary slowly watched him, breathing in and out in a heightened breathing, before she once again lifted her tail up, her gaze once again curious and inviting.
No... Jake mentally froze. Not my fingers, she doesn't want that – she wants...something else – something she did to me, I can't! She's a feral deer – what would Sarah say? If she knew...
“Sarah's not home, is she?" Came another thought, unbidden, filled with mischief and curiosity. “If you don't tell her what you did, she wouldn't know... Besides, this doe is -asking- you, in her own way – I know your heart, - you – know your heart. You've fantasised and imagined it for years, you've experimented with other farm animals... - enjoyed – it, in your youth. This doe is – offering – herself, she is pure, unburdened by human morality and notions..."
I can't! Jake's mind slashed at the other thoughts. I'd be wrong, it'd be unnatural, she's innocent, a feral...
Rosemary, as if sensing the emotions with Jake, took another half step back, swishing her tail and once again, ever so carefully, winking with her labial folds – just like that young pony had done with him all those years ago.
*
Jake did the unthinkable...
*
His lips brushed the furred folds with a chaste, lover's caress, a short, sharp exhalation escaping her throat. As his tongue nervously split apart the crease, his nose pressed just against the tip, he lost his sanity in that tentative lick. With a moan torn from deep in his throat, he felt that incredible warmth within her. The surprising sweetness of her depths, as his tongue swirled and probed – almost instinctively searching and exploring. It surpassed almost anything he'd ever imagined – and with a terrible, guilty kick to his heart – he knew doing this with his beloved would never come close.
*
Her breathing come in shorter and shorter pants, her mouth open and tongue lolling, a drool of saliva slipping off her tongue to spatter on the timber floor. No buck, not even her beloved Thyme – had brought such incredible sensations! Her hind legs crouched, craving this strange buck to delve into her depths – explore with that sensual licking and...
Rosemary's body quivered, she couldn't help it. Locking her front legs stiffly, she crouched a little deeper, not caring as those gentle caresses stroked her rump, moving across her sleek, muscled thighs, brushing the sensitive flanks then when they lightly cupped her udder and with amazing gentleness, caressed her teats – Rosemary threw her head back and not just bleated – but nearly shook the windows with her loud, heartfelt exultation of cervid pleasure. Her orgasm wracked her body, sending her mind spiraling.
*
Jake snorted, feeling the ripple as the orgasm slammed shut the labial folds, the slick, delicious vestibule he was exploring, suddenly intensifying in its heat and slickness. He felt his ears ringing from that loud, piercing cry and the way the body in his hands quivered – it brought a grin to his face as he lashed his tongue back and forth over what he surmised was her clitoral hood.
*
Thyme snorted, his ears snapping forwards and head twisting around, at Rosemary's piercing bleat, accidentally knocking the now empty bowl to the floor where it shattered. With a startled grunt, Thyme panicked and spun about, kicking out at the small table and kicking it over as he bounded out of the house, his hooves clattering on the patio.
*
As Jake continued his attentions and Thyme abruptly fled, Rosemary's feral instincts took hold over her in response to the unexpected disturbance. Her hind legs crouch instinctively, a blend of pleasure and sudden alertness evident in her movements. Her soft bleats that initially echoed through the room, now transformed into a mixture of vocalizations – a combination of pleasure and a slightly higher-pitched note, reflecting her growing distress at Thyme's departure.
Physically, Rosemary's body tensed briefly, the quivering gaining a subtle intensity that mirrored the tumultuous emotions within her. Her gaze flickered towards the direction of Thyme had fled, momentarily torn between the profound pleasure of the present moment and the instinct to follow her mate. In her mind, a complex dance unfolded – a struggle between the sensual pleasures of the here and now and the primal urge to rejoin her mate, complicating the tapestry of her instincts.
At last, Jake moved from behind her, as he stood up, and Rosemary bleated in surprise and startlement, feeling that thing again – pressed where he had pleasured her with his tongue in ways she still couldn't comprehend.
“Dear, sweet, gentle creature of the woods - “ Jake whispered, as he freed himself from the confining pants, them sliding down his thighs. “Would you, please, do me the honor..."
Rosemary twitched, her eyes widening, as she felt that rubbing against her slick, quivering folds. Her mind conflicted, her curiosity and longing to be bred by this buck – yet instinctively, almost on a primal level, tried to break contact, to flee to her mate and be with him.
Jake began gently rubbing himself against her folds, feeling the incredible warmth and promise of what lay within. He was torn, aroused, yet scared – willing yet afraid – knowing if he carried this out – this unspeakable act between a creature of innocence and naivety – would she consent? Could she consent? He offered her a choice – his own caught between his wild, fetishized desires and his genuine care for the creature before him.
Rosemary looked back at him, her mouth open, eyes wide and ears ever so subtly twitching. Her body rippled with the pleasure and fear that washed through her. Fear fought her curiosity, heightened and reflected by that of the one who stood behind her – his scent confusing and alluring inequality. He was no buck – she knew that – he was far larger, in every way – and Rosemary began to truly grow frightened...
“I won't hurt, if you pull away from me, or cry out - “ Jake murmured, caressing her hip with a gentle touch. “I'll stop, I promise..."
As Rosemary closed her eyes, a whirlwind of emotions played across her expressive features. Behind closed lids, a dance of curiosity and apprehension unfolded. Her ears, ever so subtly twitching, reflected the internal conflict between fear and the allure of the unknown – what he offered her...
The rhythmic swishing of her tail mirrored her decision-making processes, each deliberate movement a manifestation of the turmoil within her young mind. Around them, the room held its breath, time seeming to stretch as Rosemary grappled with her instincts – and the promise of unexpected and curious desires.
With a deep, panting breath, Rosemary's choice hung in the air, a palpable tension filling her. Her heart pounded in her chest, a single moment – shared – or not – would change everything between her and this enigmatic creature. With another shiver and a whimpering bleat of nervousness and trepidation...
Rosemary chose...
*
Jake gasped, as he felt himself suddenly enfolded in warmth that he'd never imagined – pleasure beyond belief, as he felt his partner beneath his hands ease herself back. Her panting breaths grew louder, her quivers and bleats loud in his ears – as he placed his hands on her hips and pushed her forward. Frustrated, she glanced back at him, once more taking him inside her – this time with more care and gentleness.
“Fuck..." Jake's exhalation exploded from him, as that heat built and built. “I never – you're..."
Rosemary quivered, panting heavily. He was no buck – yet her desire, her need was primal, driven by her curiosity and a twisted urge that fuelled her. With a sharp exhalation of breath – Rosemary squeezed her eyes closed and thrust with all her strength – sheathing him – her tail slapping against his belly.
Like any buck, much to Rosemary's surprise – he lasted about as long inside her...
Rosemary felt the pulses, the hot, sticky fluids that flooded into her, way more and with more intensity than she had experienced, breeding with Thyme. Her eyes squeezed closed, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill down her muzzle, as he gave her that which she had no idea, wouldn't put her with fawn.
In the midst of their intimacy, Rosemary's sudden stiffening and panic sent a jolt through the air. Her head snapped up, eyes wide, as her focus shifted towards the living room. A once serene atmosphere transformed into one of palpable tension, disrupted by an unseen disturbance.
Unknown to Jake, Sarah had returned. As Rosemary struggled within his grasp, Sarah's figure materialized in the doorway. Her entrance, unexpected and almost silent, unveiled a mix of emotions on her face – surprise, confusion, and more than a spattering of shock and disbelief.
Rosemary's panic intensified, fuelled by Sarah's unexpected appearance, while Jake – torn between post orgasmic pleasure and the sickening nausea which suddenly gripped him, grappled with the sudden change. Sarah stared, wide eyed, speechless and trembling, looking at the startled, frightened doe – and the man she thought she knew and loved...
TO BE CONTINUED...