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Therian Dreaming

Chapter One

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

10th July, 2019 (Revised/Rewritten)

All Rights Reserved.

Kelsie was bored, lonely, and frustrated. Her beloved owner was away. She had no idea when he would return. Lying on her belly, she felt the warmth of the sun on her back. With a sigh, she let her eyelids slide closed over dark, chocolate brown eyes. Two white spots on her cheeks, one on each side, just behind and below each eye ,caught the rays of sunlight that shone down upon her back. As she rested her head on the ground, forelegs just short of her chin and hind legs splayed backwards behind her.

For any deer, this unnatural pose would have put tremendous strain on muscles and tendons. Kelsie had long lain like this, the muscles and tendons stretching and adjusting. As the sun beat down, the shade moved across her pale back, and the white fawn spots shimmered. She had never lost them, even now, now when she was two years old, and a full-grown doe. With a sigh, boredom took a tighter grip on her mind.

"I wish my master were home - " Kelsie whispered to herself, as she yawned, the warm sunlight lulling the Whitetail into a mild doze, one ear flicking and listening, as her mind wandered off in free association from the body – that border between awake and asleep.

Her eyelids slid closer and closer together until only the faintest hint of her eyes was visible. She was still watchful and wary. Kelsie knew from experience that she could go from a deep, restful sleep to full awake in a heartbeat.

*

Her eyelids closed, her breathing evened out – Kelsie slept.

*

Her mind was pure, innocent and devoid of memory for a time, as she slept in deep slumber beneath the sun's warmth.

*

Kelsie dreamed...

*

Kelsie moaned and whimpered, her ears flat against her neck as a dream turned slowly dark within her mind, images, flickering like a moth's wings come and went in her mind...yet she slept on, the shadows lengthening across the field, and finally, her eyelids slid closed, the long dark lashes meeting like two love-struck partners.

Kelsie's mind was filled with disjointed images, memories, fragments of feelings and emotions she could not comprehend, but as the nightmare began to sink its claws into her young mind, she found herself trapped – unable to break its hold, as millennia of ancestral memories flooded into her head and she began to cry, the tears slipping from the edges of her closed eyes and trickling down her cheeks. Her finely furred body began to flinch and quiver, muscles firing, nerves firing randomly, as her sleeping body reacted to impulses and the dream that dragged her unconscious mind into the depths.

*

Terrible ancestral memories came and went. Cruel, frightening things, almost like the ghosts of her distant ancestors, tore and clawed at her mind. They tore at her mind, trying to turn her back into what they once were – as if the ghosts craved to live again. They sought to inhabit her body, suppress her sweet, gentle nature too hunt and feed and torture and...

*

Kelsie screamed, and she snapped awake, like someone had poked her with a cattle prod. For several seconds, her mind retained the terrible images and feelings – as she frowned, then wrinkled her nose as the taste of hot, iron-rich blood washed over her taste buds.

Lifting her head, she blinked and, with difficulty, spat out a wad of bloody phlegm before she experimentally ran her tongue around the inside of her muzzle – then gasped and flinched as she felt where she had inadvertently bitten her left cheek.

Climbing to her hooves, Kelsie spat again – more a retching that made her throat ache before she overworked the salivary glands. Finally, she retched and coughed up the blood and saliva, which sent mixed messages through her mind and body. Deep down in her primal mind, it craved the taste and scent of blood and flesh.

She gagged and began coughing helplessly; the more rational part of her mind abhorred and sickened by these feelings. It was nearly five minutes before she stood her four legs splayed out as she retched and gagged again and again, finally able to bring herself back under full control.

Coughing until she thought her lungs would fly out of her muzzle, Kelsie shuddered. Her salivary glands caused thick rivulets of sticky saliva to dribble from her furred lips. Kelsie shuddered and trotted down to a nearby creek. Here she splayed her forelegs out and lowered her head. Her furred lips touched the cold, crystal clear water, and she began drawing great gulps of the water.

As her mind drove away the lingering effects of the nightmare and washed away the taste of blood in her muzzle. Finally she tasted no more blood, then shook herself. It started with her long, expressionate black tipped ears. Then like a wave, the shaking rippled down her back to her large teardrop like tail which hung limply. Kelsie knew, it could snap upright in a split second, the pale white underside almost blinding. With a quiet giggle, she experimentally flagged her tail from side to side,then nodded happily. A smile curled the edges of her furred lips, her mind telling her her beloved master, Pete, could raise her tail anytime he wanted!

*

Her muzzle washed out Kelsie yawned and shook herself again. Thoughts turned back towards a restful, peaceful sleep. As she yawned again, her eyelids blinked slowly as she wandered a short distance from the creek and laid herself back down. Within minutes, her eyelids drooped closed again and despite her wishes, the nightmare crept back – then pounced. It seized her mind between its jaws and Kelsie screamed in terror in her mind – unable to escape...

*

Kelsie's tormented mind fought like a feral – but the nightmares power was too strong. It tore at her very psyche, dragging the horrors from deep within her subconscious, letting them, trickle through its spectral fingers like fine jewels.

She had been weak, only a fawn, barely two days after being weaned by her mother – weak, helpless, powerless.

A dark cackle rose in her tortured mind, as the spectre of the nightmare feasted on her torture and pain, gorging itself on the negativity it induced within her.

So many delicious, agonising memories – such a feast for me...

dreamed of that long ago time, when she was still a weak, frightened fawn, and her master, as she thought of him ever since...had found the truth...

*

Kelsie had been the only survivor of her herd; They had been slaughtered like animals – tortured, mutilated, words couldn't be described to explain their agonising demise.

A human found her a week later – alerted by her frightened, mournful cries. She was starving, her body wasted away as she had been incapable of overcoming the horrors her young mind had witnessed – the death of family, of friends, of her entire kind.

When he gripped her nape, Kelsie had screamed. She was shaking so badly, he feared her heart must surely give out from the fear he felt radiating from her shaking body.

“Easy little fawn!” He whispered, holding her close against his chest, as he stroked her nape.

Something in his voice, his touch – his smell – slowly quietened her terrified wails and she collapsed into an exhausted, tormented sleep as he cradled her in his arms.

*

In her sleep, Kelsie began to sob...

*

Her dreams were torture - her mind still traumatised by the screams. Scents of blood, smoke from the gunfire and the horrible things she had heard! No fawn should ever have to hear such terrible, soul-destroying screams.

They had come – with their armour, their weapons, their hatred –

When the humans found their enclave and killed her herd...she feared he would drag her out of hiding, and if she was lucky...

*

“No...please...” Kelsie cried in her sleep, her lips twitching and tears trickling down her muzzle, but she was powerless under the sway of the nightmare.

Somehow, as if bored, the nightmare receded and left her, cold, soaked through with sweat and crying like an orphaned fawn, her legs twitching and whole body chilled and horrified, yet still she remained in a deep sleep.

Reluctantly, her mind began to dream again – these – weren't nightmares. Like a terrified fawn, her mind crept from the darkness of its memories, and step by step, new, better dreams wove themselves in her mind.

*

His name was Peter, but he preferred to be called Pete by his work colleagues and friends.

Kelsie's memory reminded her, in that strange, dreamlike way.

He had brought her home to his sprawling acreage. At first, Kelsie had been too scared and afraid. After a few weeks of having him forcefully bottle feeding her, him holding the bottle with warm milk in one hand, stroking her throat with the other. It had taken a week or two, but she eventually accepted the strange teat and began drinking herself as he smiled and stroked her ears and nape tenderly.

Her wedge-like tail flagging, head bobbing, she would suckle the milk until the bottle was empty, then playfully suckle on his fingers, gazing up at him with large, dark brown eyes. Their trust was gradual – but she came to love him – and he her.

In her mind, she knew, really, she didn't want the milk – she had been weaned, but something primal in her mind drew comfort from the suckling – so she kept doing it. Kelsie, he called her, and when he wandered around inside – or outside – she would stumble after him in that adorable way fawns had.

If he was out of her scent or sight for more than a moment, she would begin to panic and squeal, like an orphaned fawn – her body shaking with fear. He'd run to her and scoop her up into his arms, holding her against his chest and calming her with his voice and presence.

One night, he had given her her nightly bottle of deer formula milk, as he tenderly caressed her neck, he looked down at her half-asleep face, and he smiled. His fingers trailed lightly along her neck, then, as she bleated softly and trembled, he caressed her spotted fawn-like pelt.

Kelsie had adopted her name, would come when he called, and would look at him if he said her name, much to his surprise and pleasure. Without warning, she bleated in that loud, whimpering cry and trembled helplessly. Pete sat up before he pulled her into his lap and gently cuddled her.

“What's wrong, honey?” Pete asked her, a frown creasing his forehead. “Would you like a bottle of milk, to help calm you?”

Indecision fought with fear in Kelsie's mind as she swallowed again. Weakly, she shook her head, her long ears slapping from side to side, as she timidly lay her head on his forearm.

“You - “ Pete began, as he stared at her. “You DO understand me? Know what I'm saying, you're not just a...“

Kelsie blinked, looking up at him with her dark, soulful eyes. Nervously, she nuzzled him, getting a loving caress along the cheek in repayment.

Tell him... Her mind whispered. Tell him what you – really – are...

Kelsie trembled worse, the fear of revealing what she really was, strong in her. Would he hurt her? Do what those humans had done to some of her herd – both young bucks and does? Would he...

He held her, then lay down and stretched her long forelegs out on his chest, holding her in a lying position on his naked belly and chest, as he caressed her neck and ears.

It was an innocent, sweet and loving cuddle they had shared for many weeks. Kelsie was still a little uncertain and afraid – but his gentle strokes and cuddles washed away the fear of being held helpless like this, his arms around her back.

Kelsie adored the feel of his lithe body beneath hers and hearing his heart beating out of rhythm with her own. His caresses and petting were craved and adored, and finally, the fear was squashed, and she swallowed the lump in her throat.

Shivering once more, Kelsie nuzzled under his chin, adoring how he giggled and squirmed, before she slipped her forelegs on either side of him, and Pete blinked in bewilderment and confusion. With a whimper of pain, Kelsie pushed herself upright, her groin pressed hard against his belly, her upper body sitting up and braced with her front legs. In what she assumed was a dominant position – hopefully holding him down – Kelsie sniffled and blinked before she nodded at him.

“I...understand you...master,” Kelsie spoke, her voice ragged and filled with her fear and almost feral in its guttural sounds as if she was struggling with the words.

Pete shrieked.

There was no other name for the terrifying scream he uttered. With adrenaline searing through him, he grabbed her by the throat and violently threw her at least three feet, Kelsie rolling head over tail and her back slamming the wall. Her body ended up upside down, her hind hooves almost touching the floor, as she sobbed and whimpered in terror – frozen in this unnatural position.

“No...” Pete moaned as he crabbed backwards until he couldn't go any further. “No...you...you can't - “

Crying, Kelsie dropped back onto her side before she curled herself up as tightly as she could, her heartbroken sobs torn from her body. She wept large tears sliding down her cheeks, hurt, frightened and confused, fearing he would strike out at her – or kill her, so great was the fear she could smell permeating the air.

“Please,” Kelsie whimpered. “Don't hurt me...”

Her voice, whilst distinctly feral and more animal growls than human speech, was distinct enough, and Pete's eyes widened even further.

“I'm dreaming! This is a dream, it has to be! Animals can't talk - they just can't!” He moaned, slowly sinking to his knees. “You're a deer...”

Kelsie remained curled up tightly. Her body shaking, filled with the chill of her terror, adrenaline surging through her body. As she looked at him and shook her head once, before her ears fell flat and she began sobbing in loud, terrified and feral cries.

Fear fought with his compassion as Pete stared at her. Compassion won, and he ran across the room, then sank onto the floor, reaching out with a shaking hand and moved to pet her.

Kelsie squealed and tried to pull away, but he snapped at her and gripped her foreleg. He pulled her into his lap, then, as she screamed and wildly began struggling, he wrapped her forelegs close with his strong arms, holding her hind legs between his thighs, effectively immobilising her.

Driven by feral terror, Kelsie struggled free, then got her front cloven hooves on the ground, before she shrieked as he snapped his arms around her chest and pulled her backwards, lifting her. He crushed her tight against his chest, her hind hooves clattering on the floor as she squealed and struggled.

“No, please! I'm not going to hurt you, little one! It's going to be alright...Shh...”

Kelsie fought regardless, her primitive fear and instincts driving her. For nearly an hour, she fought against him, as he held her, and slowly, exhaustion set in, and her struggles eased, then ceased as her forelegs draped over his arms and her hind legs clattered the hooves once more, then went still.

“Shhh...” he whispered, holding her firm. “Shh, it's alright, I promise!”

He rocked her tenderly and spoke meaningless, soothing words to her. For hours, they just remained like that, him holding her against his chest, his arms crossed and holding her forelegs tight, as Kelsie shuddered and sobbed, fearing at any moment, he would turn on her.

“You're not a doe fawn...are you?” Pete whispered as he loosened his tight grasp.

Kelsie whimpered, then the tremble that rippled through her was quite noticeable, before she shook her head slowly.

“What...are you?” Pete asked, his fearful scent making Kelsie afraid, but he held her firmly, preventing her from escaping his grasp and running, as her instincts demanded of her.

“I'm...” Kelsie wept as she squeezed her eyes closed, fighting the instincts that compelled her to struggle and flee. “I'm a...a - “

Kelsie trembled worse as she struggled to find the right word. She was young, inexperienced, and had a very limited vocabulary with which to draw from. She couldn't tell him what she was – what her people called themselves.

Frustrated, afraid and confused, she squeezed her eyes tightly closed and began to cry. Great wailing sobs that felt like they would surely tear her heart out. It was in this shattering of her psyche that Pete fell in love with her, kissed away her tears and lay down with her, his grip turning more gentle and soothing.

“Hey, come on! I – I still don't know what you are! You can talk, kind of. I can't understand a lot of what you say, I'll be honest. I do know feral deer can't talk!”

“Please...please don't kill me!” Kelsie wailed in fright. “Please, please don't let the bad humans find me!”

“Who...who wants to kill you, little doe? I – what happened to you, why are you - “

Kelsie couldn't tell; her young, immature mind couldn't express the fear, the scent of the fires, the screams, the blood, the smells - which turned her blood to ice in her veins. All she could do was cry, great heat-breaking sobs that made Pete cuddle her tightly and try to soothe her fear.

*

That night was over a year ago. Now, fully grown and almost three years old, Pete had accepted her for what she was. He still had no idea what he shared his home, his love and his life with was a creature born of nightmares and dark, whispered tales in the dead of night...

Kelsie was a Therian...a monster, her kind had plagued humanity for over a millennium. They hunted and killed thousands across Europe in the Dark Ages. Hundreds of thousands in the centuries since. Until a Brotherhood – humans who studied, perfected and learned how to hunt the hunters, to capture them, study them and in time – kill them...

Pete had no idea this sweet, innocent young doe was a Therian. He'd never heard the tales, the rumours, the whispers in the night, about what Kelsie's kind had done...

Kelsie had made him promise never to ask her about it – all she could tell him was bad people had killed her family, her friends, and left her orphaned, alone and frightened – until he found her and adopted her...

*

Kelsie, in her sleep, flinched and moaned quietly, a ripple running down her spine and making her spotted pelt quiver, before she resumed dreaming...

*

In the disjointed ways dreams happen, Kelsie's mind flashed forwards over her young life, then when she was thirteen, in their years, but only two, in human ones, the urges all animals and humans claimed her, but as she did not have her mother's guidance and wisdom to draw from – her puberty frightened and made her sick, causing Pete to call a Veterinarian to check her.

Kelsie had been terrified, as the Vet wanted to take her blood. Kelsie had screamed and fought, something primal in her mind warning her. Pete had restrained her forcefully, but the Vet never drew her blood; he just looked at her and began other tests. He shone a painfully bright light into her eyes, leaving her with purplish-black spots in her vision for hours. He lifted her tail, and as she trembled, he slid a thermometer into her anal passage. This elicited cries of fear and stress from Kelsie, as she didn't understand what this strange man was doing – and when he lifted her tail, he had accidentally hurt her.

Finally, he frowned, consulted his notes, then felt under her chin. As he tried to force open her muzzle, Kelsie squealed and flinched back, then snapped at him in fear and anger.

“Whoa!” Gasped the vet. “Hey...easy, sorry – I didn't mean to frighten you!”

“She...Doctor, Kelsie doesn't like being touched there...”

“I'd like to do a dental exam, but – not if it risks her biting me – you ever been bitten by a deer? Those powerful, grinding teeth? They don't cut like a canine's teeth – they grip and crush...”

I have other reasons.... Kelsie muttered in her mind. I hate you! You hurt me and scared me and...

As if picking up her emotions, Pete laid a hand on Kelsie's nape and gently squeezed. She snapped her head around at him, then shuddered and lay down, submissive and quiet.

“How...” Asked the vet, incredulous.

“I asserted my dominance over her when she was just a fawn; she knows to obey me.” Pete laughed weakly. “Isn't that right, Kelsie? You be a good girl, I'll give you a treat after, he didn't mean to scare you!”

Kelsie sniffled, then bleated and lay her head down on her forelegs.

“Well, preliminary examination? She's in almost perfect health – and in season...”

“Her what?” Pete stammered.

“Her first mating cycle. She's in season – it does explain a few things. Has she been off her feed? Suffering any visible alterations to her mood or such?”

“No...nothing – really bad, no...”

“Interesting - “spoke the vet, as he chuckled and closed his bag, then shook Pete's hand. “You've done a wonderful job of raising her. She's a little underweight – how old did you say she was? Four?”

Pete frowned and thought. “No, she's about – three? I thought does come into season a lot younger...”

“In the wild, yes. Domesticated, like her? Sometimes two or three. It's perfectly natural, really!”

Pete was embarrassed never raised a doe. He walked the vet out to his car, then paid him and watched as the vet drove away.

Kelsie rubbed up against his thigh, then she shuddered and growled quietly.

“I hate him...”

Pete blinked, then placed a hand on Kelsie's nape and squeezed gently. “Hey! None of that! He didn't mean to hurt you...and what's the idea of snapping at him like that!”

“You know why...” Kelsie suddenly sniffled. “I...I...”

Suddenly, Kelsie wailed and fled back into the house. Pete ran after her, finding her curled up on their bed, Kelsie shaking and crying heartbrokenly.

'Kelsie, what's wrong?” Pete asked, as he lay beside her, stroking her gently.

“I'm scared!” Kelsie squealed. “I don't want to feel like this! W_hy_ do I feel like this? What are these...urges...I feel? How do I make them stop, please Master, please make them stop – they...they frighten me!”

Pete held her, gently stroking her trembling neck as he thought for nearly an hour. He tried to think, to find an answer for her, how to describe to her that she had become an adult. He knew very little about deer, actually. How the mating cycle affects a doe or a buck. Sure, he'd seen snippets here and there on various documentaries – but nothing in-depth. He didn't have the knowledge a specialised Cervid Veterinarian would have or example.

It was bad enough – but a...a Therian? Kelsie was the only Therian he'd ever met – he was still disbelieving that they even existed! As much as he loved her, and she him, he knew nothing he said would help her.

“Kelsie,” He began, then paused and sighed. “I – don't know what you're going through, I only know what the veterinarian told me – this is, amongst deer, both male and female, a normal process – when a young deer becomes old enough to breed and in the case of a Doe...from what little I know...she could get pregnant and some time later, give birth to a fawn. It's – I know it's hard for you, honey, but it...it isn't something to fear. I know a little about deer, so I'll try to help you through this, as best I can...”

Kelsie sniffled and blinked away the salty tears before she looked up at him, the look on her furred muzzle one of absolute trust and love in her master – to her – his word was gospel, and she believed everything he said, as she knew nothing else. Her mind was an empty slate, upon which Pete had built her whole personality, guiding her with love, affection and gentleness – occasionally punishing her when she misbehaved – as any normal parent did with their child...

Flattening her ears, Kelsie sniffled again, then lifted her wet muzzle to look into Pete's eyes, his own brown eyes returning the look of trust and love, before she swallowed nervously and whimpered, her facial expressions plainly written there for him to see.

“Master?” Kelsie whispered, her eyes widening as she fought the fear of daring to ask him something.

“Kelsie, you don't need to call me that – I'm Pete, remember?”

“Yes...” Come the quiet reply, as she quivered and looked into his eyes again. “I - “

“What is it, my dear, sweet Doe?” Pete answered as he caressed her cheeks with his thumbs.

“Since...I can...I mean...” Kelsie stammered, then squeezed her eyes tightly closed, awaiting the angry response she feared was forthcoming.

“You...Kelsie...NO!” Pete suddenly snapped, his eyes widening in shock, then anger.

“I...” Kelsie flinched, showing her fear, which made Pete hate himself for the cruel way he had rebuffed her – her intentions were clear – Kelsie loved him with all her heart, but what she wanted – he could not think of her that way.

Kelsie...it...it would be wrong, very wrong...for me to – to breed with you. I'm a human, you know that – you're...”

“A beast? A feral, mindless animal?” Kelsie wailed as she struggled to her knees on the bed, her fear making her lash out at him.

“NO!” Pete snapped back, then he shuddered and placed a hand on her neck, then squeezed, forcing her to lie back down. “Kelsie, I'm sorry I hurt you, I just...”

“Why won't you breed with me?” Kelsie asked, with the voice of pure innocence.

“It, my lovely, sweet, gentle Doe – it's...not like that,” Pete began. “Humans should not...it's not right, you know? It – it's wrong...for a human and a – a animal – even a intelligent, speaking creature – a Therian – like you...”

Kelsie sniffled, then turned her head away, before she glanced sideways at him.

“Why is it wrong? You are my owner, my master...you love me, you've raised me, cared for me, kept me safe...why could I not breed with you, give that which is mine – to you – to show you my trust...my love for you?”

Pete had no answers, as Kelsie's naive innocence cut straight through the arguments he internally had with himself.

“Who...would know? You made me promise – no one would ever – see me as anything but a wild Deer, you made me swear, never to talk to them, or show any sign I was anything but a - “

Pete gently held his hand over her muzzle, quietening her.

“I love you...you know that, I don't even know what I told you that, you've known for almost two years now, and you, in your own way...you love me...”

Kelsie frowned, then licked at his fingers until he removed them from her muzzle, before she nuzzled at his chest.

“Please...master...I've...never asked for anything...now...I'm...I'm scared, I've never bred before and - “

Pete shuddered as her meaning sank in, and he lifted her chin again to stare into her eyes.

“Kelsie...we don't even know if – we can make love... I've never...never even thought, even for a second...”

Kelsie frowned, tilting her head to the side slightly. “Make love? What is...this, please tell?”

Pete blushed, then he stroked her ears tenderly. “It is – what we humans call breeding. It is done gently – sometimes – with love, consideration and affection.”

Kelsie frowned, still not understanding, but she merely accepted this and nuzzled him before laying her head on his chest.

“Will you...please...teach me how you...make love?” Kelsie asked, her eyes gazing up at Pete with a look of pure trust and adoration, but more than a hint of fear sparkling in them.

Pete fought the revulsion, mixed with the love he felt for this naive, young Doe, then he resolved himself. If he were to be her first, he would be gentle, kind and do his best to take it slow and carefully, so as not to traumatise or frighten her.

“I will try, my dear, beloved Doe...I will try...” Pete whispered as he caressed her ears and lifted her head up, then kissed her lightly on the nose.

To Be Continued...

Therian Dreaming

Chapter Two – A Doe's First Mating

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

4th September, 2017

All Rights Reserved.

As Kelsie slept on, the sun warmed her feral-like body, drawing her deeper and deeper into a long, restful sleep as her mind kept dredging up memories – and in her sleep, her tail flickered, gently flagging from side to side, as her mind replayed the memory of the night, so long ago, when her Master had first bred with her...

*

“I don't know where to begin!” Pete admitted, as he gently caressed her ears, feeling Kelsie's fear drain away and watching her teardrop-like tail slowly flag – a sure sign she was becoming calm and restful. “I mean, I know how to make love – with a human woman, of course...”

Kelsie rested her head on his chest, then her eyelids closed as she listened. “What does that feel like, Master?”

Pete blushed, and Kelsie felt him tremble, before he resumed caressing her ears. “Well, it's hard to describe really! There's so much to it, and so many different ways...usually, it all results in the same thing. Ultimately, the male takes his – well, his penis, when the female is willing and ready, he gently slides into her down there.”

Kelsie frowned, then lifted her head, and, in that adoring way she had, she cocked her head to the side, her look of confusion evident on her face. “In her...where?”

Pete smiled, then he blushed, feeling embarrassed, trying to explain sex and reproduction to Kelsie, but then he remembered she didn't know; she had no way of knowing, as she had been so young when he first found her. Well, some things, he was certain, a fawn shouldn't know...

“In her...” Pete stammered again, then he laughed nervously. “In her vagina, down there, you understand now? Where on you...”

Kelsie blinked, then she frowned, but remained quiet, laying her head back down and listening, her ears flicking.

“Anyway, humans make love, whereas animals mate. In essence, really, it's kind of for the same reasons...sometimes. Animals mate, to have offspring, whereas sometimes, humans make love for pleasure...”

“Does it hurt?” Kelsie asked in that innocent way she had.

“Well, the first mating? Yes, it can hurt. I can't lie to you, honey, but the pain is soon forgotten if the male is kind and gentle. I don't know how to explain it; I only know what it is like with a female human. I've never even dreamed, in my fantasies, how it would be with a female, such as you.”

“Can you teach me, please?” Kelsie asked, as she looked up, with that look of trust and love, melting Pete's heart.

“Kelsie, you're in your first heat – something a Doe experiences when she becomes an adult. You've never mated before... I'm afraid, Kelsie, I'm afraid I'd hurt you!”

Kelsie blinked, then she licked his chin, her tail flagging again. “I trust you, master, I know you wouldn't hurt me...”

“This is different!” Pete snapped, then sighed and stroked Kelsie's ears, apologising for losing his temper, her quiver showing his words had hit her like a slap.

“I don't understand..” Kelsie whispered, then trembled.

Pete sighed and slipped his hands under her front legs, pulling her up his chest, so her head rested next to his. Kelsie didn't enjoy being pulled like this, but she submitted. Instinctively knowing her master meant well. As he carefully and gently placed her long hind legs on either side of his hips, he cuddled her tenderly.

“Are you comfortable, my dear, sweet Doe?” Pete asked, feeling her warm fur pressed against his naked body. He felt her warmth radiating from her, and he shivered, making Kelsie lift her head and look down at him in confusion. He was also painfully aware of the warm udder that was pressing against his lower stomach.

“I – I don't really like lying like this, master!” Kelsie admitted, then licked his ear. “I trust you will protect me.”

“I will, my love, I promise - “ Pete whispered, as he caressed down her spine. “Now, well, I know a bit about deer. How do they mate, for example? Well, l that's how deer breed. It's not how we, I mean – humans that is, how we mate. I will not mate you like a stag would a doe, I can't, and I wouldn't. I wish to teach you. My dear, sweet, naive young maiden Doe, how humans make love. Do you understand the difference? Animals don't think like humans, sorry, like we do, you and I. They're more driven by their instincts.”

“Like I do! I have urges and...” Kelsie admitted, as she relaxed and snuggled a little closer to him. “I also feel things. Strange things, like you, you explained once, how humans have feelings and express them...differently than animals.”

Pete nodded and continued lightly caressing down Kelsie's back. “Exactly. Well, deer mate...differently, and other animals, well, most animals, mate in similar ways; there are a few exceptions. Kelsie, please climb off, honey.”

Kelsie frowned, but obediently knelt and rolled over onto her side, allowing Pete to slip off the bed. He stood naked before her, and Kelsie rolled back onto her belly. Her brown eyes gazed at him with love. A sweet, naive innocence, not caring in the slightest that he was naked.

Pete caressed Kelsie's neck and lightly scratched her chin, as she bleated softly and lifted her head up, making it easier for him. He looked down at her and pondered how best to try to teach her what she so obviously craved. He gently tapped the bed, and Kelsie rose to her knees. Then Pete wriggled her so her forelegs were on the bed, and she was kneeling, her hind legs on the thick bedroom carpet.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked her, as he timidly brushed his hands across her rump.

Kelsie looked back over her shoulder, then she frowned in that way she had, before she sighed softly and nodded. Pete knew she wouldn't tell him if she was uncomfortable; she trusted her human implicitly. Kelsie thought of Pete as her personal God. God commanded, she obeyed, without thought or question.

It was, Pete often guessed, the same way a dog viewed its owner.

Pete smiled and tenderly stroked her hips as Kelsie watched. One hand slipped under her tail, and he timidly began lifting it, until Kelsie obediently lifted it for him. Pete took a glance at the tightly puckered sphincter, then the narrow slit of her folds. He began caressing her tail, lightly dragging it through his fingers and giving it a light pull. Kelsie blinked, a little afraid at first, but as she watched, Pete used both hands, lightly pulling and caressing the tail. Soon, Kelsie began quivering, so he stopped, thinking he was hurting her.

“Kelsie, please, tell me if anything I do hurts you, or frightens you, love. I'd want this to be a gentle, pleasing experience for you. Not one that makes you afraid or hurt. Now, promise me, you'll say so!”

“I promise, master!” Kelsie replied, her sincerity visible on her facial expression.

“I mean it!” Pete told her, then gave her a light slap on the rump, in a warning gesture she understood well.

“I...will, I promise!” Kelsie nodded, then obediently lifted her tail again, before relaxing it and letting Pete caress and stroke it.

For several minutes, Pete fondled that teardrop-like tail, stroking the soft underside. Kelsie blinked, watching him with curiosity and more than a little pleasure as it felt nice. Timidly, Kelsie flagged her tail as Pete continued to stroke it. Finally, Pete felt her quiver and her tense muscles relaxed, so her hips sank onto the mattress, and she sighed.

“Does that feel good?” Pete inquired. As he moved forwards then walked his fingers from her rump to her neck, then back again, giving her a gentle massage.

Kelsie nodded and lay her head down on her forelegs, before she suddenly froze, and a low, frightened gasp escaped her before she could stop it. Pete froze himself, then blushed, as he felt his rising erection press against the underside of Kelsie's tail.

“What's...” Kelsie began, then as she tried to rise, Pete gently pushed her back down.

“It's alright, love. You know how sometimes, in the mornings, when we'd cuddle whilst I was sleeping? How you felt that against you? It's natural, Kelsie, I can't really help that. If we are to make love, it needs to be well, as it is those mornings.” Pete blushed, then caressed her back adoringly.

Kelsie blinked, then slowly lay her head back down, but the occasional shiver made Pete question what he was doing. Was Kelsie really ready to have her first mating – lovemaking – Pete's mind corrected itself. He wasn't sure, but he was going to do the best he could to ensure her first time wouldn't be terrifying and painful. He lightly brushed the back of his hand against her pale, furred groin, and Kelsie gasped as the knuckles on the hand feathered with a gentle caress across her labial folds.

“Master?” Kelsie whimpered, fear colliding with pleasure.

Pausing, Pete looked at her. “Yes?”

“I'm afraid... feeling a...” Kelsie trembled, unable to think of the word.

“Shhh, it's alright, love, just relax, deep breaths...” Pete told her, as his erection flicked against Kelsie's tail.

As he turned away, Kelsie began to rise, but Pete tenderly petted the bed. Kelsie obediently lay back down, before looking over her shoulder as she saw him with a bottle she did not recognise. Seeing Kelsie's confused look, Pete smiled at her and answered her unasked question.

“This is sometimes needed, when a female human isn't, well, quite ready to make love. It helps a lot, for the male to mount, and the female to feel better. Do you understand? It won't hurt you, I promise. It'll make our lovemaking easier for you, my sweet, gentle doe.”

“Of course, master.” Kelsie smiled shyly, then lay her head back down.

Pete squirted a little of the lube onto his fingers, then brushed them against Kelsie's folds, feeling her gasp and shiver. She held the position, and Pete timidly slid the two fingers into the first knuckle and twisted them slightly. Kelsie squealed and quivered, but quickly quietened. He stroked her with his free hand. His lube-covered fingers gently slid in and out of her labia, giving the vaginal walls a light smear. She felt so hot, Pete shuddered and wondered how she managed not to sweat.

“Kelsie, remember what I said. If it hurts or frightens you, tell me, and I'll stop! Now, the first time we make love, it will hurt at first. You're a maiden, never been mated before – made love with, I mean. For the pain you will feel, truly my love, I am so very sorry. Now...slow, deep breaths, love...I'll do my best not to hurt you.”

Kelsie began panting, both from fear and arousal. Pete held his penis about mid-way down the shaft, then rubbed the head lightly up and down against Kelsie's tight folds. He let her get the feel before he hesitantly pressed forward with his hips, the penile head slipping inside Kelsie. With a whimper, Kelsie tensed up, and Pete gasped.

“No...easy love!” He panted. “Please, deep breaths...that's it, nice, deep, slow breaths!”

Kelsie sniffled and squeezed her eyes closed before she obeyed, her sides heaving with each heavy breath. When he felt her calm, he carefully pushed against her hips and slid a little deeper.

“Kelsie, oh my god...” Pete gasped as he felt heat building on heat, and he struggled to control his urge.

“Master?” Kelsie squealed as she shuddered and thought he was in pain. Instinctively, she tried to pull away, but he grunted and slapped her on the rump – not hard – but enough to make her stop. He dismounted, then gently stroked her back and rump. “I'm sorry, love, I didn't mean to frighten you!”

“I'm...scared, master!” Kelsie sniffled, tears starting to trickle down her cheeks.

“I know, sweetheart, I know. I'm trying to be so very gentle with you, I promise! It will only hurt for a moment. When I make you a doe, I promise you, do you trust me, Kelsie?”

Sniffling, Kelsie swallowed, a shiver rippling down her back as she nervously lifted her wedgelike tail back up.

“Easy love - “ Pete moaned, as he soothed her and rubbed his penile head back against the warm folds of her labia. “I'll be as gentle as I can...”

Kelsie trembled, then began panting, as Pete slipped his penis back into her, feeling her lube-coated walls gripping it tight, before he clenched his teeth and shuddered. He grasped her hips and pulled her back as he drove himself forward.

As he took her virginity, Kelsie screamed in fright and pain, then burst into heartbreaking sobs as the pain lanced through her groin. Pete hurriedly withdrew, then stroked and comforted her as best he could, knowing that he had hurt her – but it was done now, and she would never experience that again.

“Master!” Kelsie wept, the tears spattering against the coverlet on the bed.

“I know my beloved,” Pete sobbed as he stroked her gently. “I know that hurt love, I'm sorry! Please trust me. I beg of you, let me show you that making love isn't something you should fear, little one. It can be...pleasant and gentle and wonderful, for both man and doe.”

Kelsie shuddered, but obediently, she lifted her tail again. She panted as Pete carefully mounted her again, taking his time and going slowly. Kelsie could feel him mounting her, her tight vaginal walls gripping his penis tightly, but the lube was helping ease his mounting and her discomfort. Pete shuddered and moved ever so carefully forward until he finally had fully mounted Kelsie, and felt her tail pressed against his lower belly.

“Good girl, that's it! Deep breaths, honey, the pain will stop soon.” Pete encouraged her, as he stayed deep inside her, then slipped back out and again began to mount, feeling Kelsie's walls tightening again.

“It feels...” Kelsie sniffled as she bravely held back her tears, but slowly, instinct began to take control, and she wriggled against Pete's firm hold; she shivered from ears to tail.

“Good girl,” He encouraged her, caressing her rump happily. He began to feel her tense muscles slowly ease, and her tail timidly flickered across his belly. “Very good, Kelsie, breathe no,w love, nice, slow breaths...”

*

In her sleep, Kelsie shuddered and moaned quietly, her tail rising and flagging quicker and quicker, as she shivered and resumed dreaming...

*

“Very...good, honey, you're doing great!” Pete grunted, then he slipped his hands down and lightly caressed her flanks.

Kelsie, encouraged by her master's words, obeyed without thought. She continued taking short but deep breaths, feeling the ache as he promised slowly fading. It was replaced with a warmth that started deep in her groin and began spreading throughout her body.

“Master are we...” Kelsie asked, as she lifted her chin off her forelegs, then turned her head to look sideways at him.

“Yes...love,” Pete grunted, as he dismounted again, then a little more forcefully, slipped back into her, feeling Kelsie shiver – but this time, he thought it was more pleasure than pain.

Kelsie blinked and looked back at him. Pete smiled, reaching forward to lovingly stroke her chin as he smiled at her. Carefully, he began a slow, steady rocking motion. Kelsie blinked, feeling him pull back. Her ears flicked, then she gasped as he gently slid back into her again, until his scrotum was pressed hard against her groin.

Kelsie flagged her tail quicker, pleased she was pleasuring her master – she could smell his sweat and see his facial expressions. He placed his hands on her rump. Suddenly, he gripped her hips, and Kelsie had a second's fear flash over her mind, causing her to squeal loudly in fright as Pete gasped and gave a sudden thrust. Kelsie shrieked as she felt his member inside her bulge, before a hot, sticky fluid flooded her young body. It came in strong, powerful spurts, a heartbeat apart – and Kelsie whimpered, as Pete gasped and grunted, holding her tighter and tighter as he gave her his seed.

“MASTER!” Kelsie screamed in fright.

“Kelsie...” Pete grunted as he felt his orgasm pulse into the frightened Doe. “I didn't mean to - “

“What...what was that?” Kelsie sobbed, tears welling in her eyes.

“I'm sorry, my beloved,” Pete grunted, as he felt his wilting erection, still inside the scared Doe. “I never...meant to come inside you...it was an accident, I swear!”

Kelsie didn't understand. All she knew was the hot sticky liquid inside her made her afraid, and she thought she had displeased her master – or worse – had hurt him. As if picking up her thoughts, Pete slumped onto her back, making Kelsie grunt in surprise and a little pain, before he cuddled her as best he could and began kissing her neck.

“Kelsie...I'm not hurt, please don't cry, little one! I didn't mean to frighten you. It – it's not right, what I just did inside you! I should have dismounted, it's your first heat and I never, I mean, I've never made love to a doe...”

Kelsie sniffled, then she felt Pete's penis slip out from her folds, and she began trembling. Unable to draw proper breath as he was accidentally crushing her. Kelsie whimpered, and Pete blinked, then he rolled of her and lay beside her, his penis dribbling a trail of semen across her flank, which Kelsie ignored, as he tried to cuddle her again, but this time, Kelsie struggled away, and she rose and shook herself.

Kelsie looked into his eyes, before she timidly crept back onto the bed – keeping a distance between him and her, as she shivered and sobbed quietly, confused, hurting and scared. Pete reached out for her, but she flinched, and he let his hand fall to the bed. He'd never meant to frighten her – yet somehow – he had done precisely that...

To Be Continued...

Therian Dreaming

Chapter Three – Homecoming -

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

10th July, 2019. (Rewritten/Revised)

All Rights Reserved.

Kelsie snorted, then blinked as a raucous crows call broke the hold her dreams were having over her, as she lifted her head up and carefully climbed to her cloven hooves and shook herself off, loose dust and the occasional loose hairs wafted in the gentle late afternoon breeze, before Kelsie frowned and blinked, glancing towards the sun which hung red and ponderous on the horizon.

“I slept longer than I thought - “ Kelsie mumbled to herself, then yawned with a wide, jaw-cracking motion and shuddered, before turning her head back towards the distant farmstead.

Taking her time, Kelsie felt her body loosen and relax, warmed by the sun and rested well by the sleep she had. Fragments of dreams lingered like fog in her mind, but as she mentally tried to grasp at them, they wavered and vanished, leaving her a little confused, but with a light shake of her head, she turned her thoughts towards the pleasures of welcoming home her beloved master – and later – dinner. With a joyous squeal, she began trotting, then cantering, feeling the air washing over her lithe, healthy form and the stretch and contraction of the powerful muscles, the billowing of strong, clean lungs and her joy grew, filled with the restless energy of the young – and the gorgeous springtime day which was drawing down.

Kelsie much preferred the day over the cooler nights – but nighttime brought little difficulty to the young Therian; her senses were sharp and well honed, her hearing excellent, her eyesight was superb, and her sense of smell was sharp and alert. As she bounded around in playful circles, just filled with happiness, she ran along one fence line, then back down the other, before her tired muscles bunched and she cleared the fence without straining. It wasn't unusual for her to exercise herself like this – if anything, Pete preferred it – as it kept her healthy, happy and very fit. Her tail streaming out behind her, Kelsie broke into a flat canter, her long strides stretching her body out like a furred missile, as she squealed in pleasure and ran around the outer fence lines, covering the ten acres of her known world in under fifteen minutes.

Finally, her energy flagging, she slowed to a trot as she circled back around to the creek on whose banks she had slept, her flanks wet with sweat and foam flecking her muzzle, before she skidded to a halt and her ears snapped forward as she saw movement about a hundred feet away, coming through the bushes. As she watched, a young yearling Whitetail crept furtively from the brush, his ears twitching and as he lifted his nose to the sky and sniffed, he trembled, before his desire for water compelled him.

Transfixed, Kelsie stood and watched him as he was upwind of her; he had no idea she was watching, her eyes wide in surprise, then growing pleasure. Pete had told her that feral deer lived in the area, but she had never seen one, so this was a joyous moment for her. She stared, transfixed, as he approached the creek, then dipped his antlered head and began drinking. Curiosity compelled her, and Kelsie took a hesitant hoof-step, then another, then another, before the Stag's head snapped up and he flinched, but stood his ground as he stared back at her. Pausing in mid-step, Kelsie froze, something deep inside her compelling her not to move, as she sensed he was cautious – not overly afraid – but there was the hint he'd break and run in the slightest movement.

After a dozen heartbeats, he snorted and lowered his head again, resuming drinking, perhaps disinterested, or perceiving her at that range, as not a threat. Timidly, she took another couple of hoof-steps, then froze again, as her ear flickered and the pelt rippled.

“So...pretty - “ Kelsie murmured, as she gazed at him, eyes large and unblinking, as she visually drank in the young stag's appearance, imprinting it on her memory.

As she closed to within six feet of him, he lifted his head, water streaming from his muzzle, as he turned and looked at her, then made some strange grunt that to Kelsie's ears meant nothing. Was he saying hello? Was he frightened? Hungry? Aggressive? All these thoughts flickered across her mind as she stretched her neck out, closing the gap slowly, not wanting this magical moment to end, but as she got even closer, an errant wind gust blew her scent over him – and his eyes widened, before he bellowed in fear, then turned and bolted.

“Wait!” Kelsie cried, tears welling in her eyes. “I won't hurt you...”

In a heartbeat, he was gone – vanished into the bush like a ghost, leaving Kelsie bewildered, wondering why he had run away from her, not realising it was her scent that had frightened him – as he instinctively smelt the therian scent – the strong scent of a predator – and had reacted accordingly and fled before she could strike. Confused, saddened and thinking she had done wrong, Kelsie began crying, then fled to the farmstead, where she smacked open the wooden door with her forehead, the door slamming back against the wall with a crack like summer thunder.

“Whoa!” Pete gasped as he entered the kitchen from the front hallway, then placed a large box of groceries on the table, before he frowned, then held his arms open, and Kelsie ran to him, then pressed her head against his chest as she sobbed heartbrokenly. “Hey, I know I was gone longer than I said I was, but come on...there's no need for such crying...”

Kelsie wept like a fawn as she pressed against Pete harder, her whole body shaking, as she stammered and whimpered, unable to give voice to the feelings and words she sought.

“Come on, honey, come in to the lounge room, lie down, I'll get you a bottle of warm milk, now, I know you'll complain – but admit it – it helps calm you...” Pete smiled at her, misinterpreting her emotional state as being upset he had been away for so long, then he led her to the lounge room and got her to lay down on the couch, resting her head on a pillow.

After five minutes, he returned, then sat down and got Kelsie to lean her head on his lap, as he bottle-fed her, stroking her ears gently, watching her as she initially refused the teat, but the memories of being bottle fed and the warm milk soon won her over, then she began suckling and slowly, her tears stopped and she visibly relaxed.

“I'm sorry I left you all alone all day, Kelsie,” Pete whispered, as he stroked her ears soothingly. “I know you don't like being left alone too long, now, come on, dry those tears, sweet little Doe, I'm home now, and it's alright...”

“It – it wasn't just that - “ Kelsie lifted her head, her eyes looking up at Pete, before she sniffled and resumed suckling the teat, until the bottle was empty and she lay her head in his lap.

Pete placed the empty bottle on the coffee table, then lovingly lifted her head, so she was looking into his eyes.

“Then why are you so upset? Did something happen? Did someone frighten you? You know you've got to be careful, little one, now...come on, tell me why you're so frightened and upset?”

Kelsie sniffled, then she nuzzled against Pete's chest, before she visibly frowned, trying to find the words she craved to describe her feelings.

“I saw a deer - “ She began, then swallowed and whimpered in fright again.

“Really? That's wonderful, I told you they were about and that's a good thing, it is unnatural, for you to just bond with me and whilst I'd never give you up – for anything – you need to make friends and - “

“I got so close...” Kelsie suddenly wailed, then fresh tears sprang from her eyes. “He was so pretty, but when I got close, he...he was afraid of me, I saw the fear in his eyes, I saw the raw, fearful emotion – he smelt me, then squealed and ran! Why did he do that? I – I never wanted to frighten him...”

Pete blinked, then used his thumbs to wipe away Kelsie's hot, salty tears. “Did you do anything... aggressive? Or anything, please Kelsie, I'm not mad at you, I just want to know – what happened, what made him afraid?”

“I don't know!” Kelsie sobbed heartbrokenly. “He wasn't afraid...I got close, almost close enough to touch him – I just wanted to be friends, to show I wasn't going to hurt him...he smelt my scent, then he just squealed and fled, like I was going to hurt him! Why did he run away, Master? What did I do to frighten him?”

Pete thought for a moment, then lifted Kelsie's head and looked into her eyes, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs as he shook his head, then wrapped his arms around her neck and cuddled her gently.

“I...don't know love, I truly don't know...” Kelsie blinked, then yawned with a jaw-cracking gesture, as her eyes slowly grew unfocused and blurred. “Master...I...feel so sleepy and...”

“Shhh, my love,” Pete whispered, as he gently stroked her ears. “Shhh, it's alright, you're safe, and I'm home, nothing will hurt you, honey...I promise...”

Kelsie lifted her head, then she shivered and blinked, before she lay her head down and in seconds, the tranquilliser he had mixed into the milk dragged the very stressed young Doe down into deep, restful sleep. Pete had spent part of the day talking with the veterinarian and explaining how easily Kelsie grew stressed and anxious at times, so the vet prescribed a mild tranquilliser for her to see if it would calm her.

Pete hated himself for deceiving Kelsie this way, but her fear and stress levels, especially tonight, helped him to rationalise it. He didn't know how long she would sleep for – but as he lightly caressed her neck and held the fingers against her furred throat, feeling the slow, steady heartbeat, he theorised it'd be a few hours...more than enough time to pack away the groceries and do a little research on the internet – as for months, he had wondered about what a Therian was...but he knew Kelsie wouldn't understand, if he told her, and once gain, this breaking of her trust, left him hating and despising himself – but he had to know...

*

About mid-evening, Pete sat on the couch, then lightly shook Kelsie, then more vigorously, before he yawned and lifted her head, blinking and a shiver rippling through her.

“Wake up, sleepyhead!” Pete chuckled, then helped her down off the couch, his hand trailing along her spine as she got her balance and took a tentative step.

“Are you hungry, Kelsie? I doubt you've eaten all day – at least the kitchen doesn't look like you've eaten anything...no apple cores and half-eaten carrots and so on...” Pete chuckled, then trailed his fingers lightly over her tail, feeling Kelsie quiver.

“Keep that up - “ Kelsie murmured, as she nuzzled against Pete's chest. “I'll forgo dinner...”

Pete blinked before he blushed deeply and ruffled Kelsie's ears tenderly. “Now now, eat first, you can play later...”

Kelsie snorted, then stretched her body out, front legs stretching and her forward body leaning down, before she did the opposite for the back half, then shook herself and walked quietly on her cloven hooves to the kitchen, where she stood at the table, looking down at the large, freshly made salad that sat in a bowl before her. Sniffing at it, an unmistakable smile crossed her face before she began delicately nibbling at the salad and licking the sweet salad dressing.

“You remembered my favourite...” Kelsie squealed in happiness.

“After nearly three years, well, a year and a half honestly, feeding you, and trialling various salad dressings, of course, I remembered your favourite one. You deserved to be spoilt, you know that!” Pete chuckled, then took a slivered piece of carrot and popped it into his mouth, chewed it, before he stroked her neck and went to finish making his own dinner.

Kelsie's ears flicked back as she smelt the cooking meat, then she shuddered. Pete didn't notice, but he knew Kelsie hated meat, but she never demanded her beloved owner sacrifice his own pleasures for her discomfort.

“How do you humans eat that - “ Kelsie commented, before her long tongue slurped up a drizzle of the salad dressing.

“It, well, we're omnivorous – remember what I told you? Humans enjoy a wide variety of foods, from grains and vegetables to meat. I know you don't like the smell, I can't help that, and I know well – I don't want to put you off your dinner. I'd rather have my dear, sweet doe well fed, not starving and sick.” Pete smiled, then walked over and stroked her tail, watching it twitch, then snap upright, as Kelsie shuddered and gasped.

“Master!” Kelsie squealed, then blushed and flattened her ears, looking back over her shoulder at him.

“Sorry, love,” Pete chuckled. “It's just so...adorable, the way you respond like that.”

Kelsie nibbled delicately at a piece of lettuce before she swallowed and glared at him, but the glare was more one of mild frustration, not aggression. Kelsie had never been aggressive with her master; she had no concept of it in her mind, but her look was enough to make Pete chuckle, as he interpreted the stare as it was meant.

“My dear, sweet doe, growing up so fast - “ Pete smiled, then pet her rump and went back to preparing his dinner. “I enjoy every day with you, Kelsie, watching you grow, your increasing independence and ability to not be so...submissive to me...well, mostly. You're developing your own, unique personality, and this is something I celebrate, as I do not want you to be a timid pet who only wants to please me. I want you to have feelings of your own, to embrace your individuality, and think for yourself – but of course – never, ever, speak in front of others – as that is...they wouldn't understand...”

Kelsie snorted, then turned away from her dinner, before she walked over to where Pete was plating his dinner – ignoring the sickening smell of the cooked meat – then she lightly butted her head against his back, before she returned to her own dinner.

“I've never forgotten that rule, master,” Kelsie replied.

Pete kicked himself mentally, then he carried his plate to the bench, and he nodded, feeling like he had chastised Kelsie for reminding her of something he had drilled into her mind from a young age.

“Alright,” Pete said, then pointed a stern finger at her. “Finish your dinner, then later, if you want, we'll cuddle and play, alright?”

Kelsie's smile was unmistakable, as she nodded and her tail gave a single flick, before she began selectively picking morsels from her salad, taking the choicest pieces and devouring them, before the less desirable pieces later. Finally, she finished, and licked her muzzle, before turning about and walking over to the bucket in which cold water was kept. Dipping her head, she took several deep drinks, then sighed in pleasure, feeling happy, loved and no longer hungry. Kelsie flagged her tail, but she knew any affections other than a cuddle or a kiss on the muzzle would have to wait, as Pete had a ritual he did every night when they ate together.

*

Late that night, Pete sprawled on the large bed, then he looked at Kelsie, who waited patiently, then when he pet the bed, she crept up onto it on her knees and lay beside him. Pete rolled over and slipped between her forelegs before he slid one arm under her chest and pulled her close, cuddling her adoringly, his naked body against her furred one.

“Mmmm, you feel wonderful and warm, Kelsie,” Pete smiled, as he playfully nibbled her throat. “I could just eat you alive...”

Kelsie squealed and flinched, then Pete laughed nervously and stroked her back. “You forgot that it is a figure of speech, my love. Now, just relax, that's it, nice, slow breaths...calm little one, calm...”

Listening to her beloved owner's soft voice, Kelsie grew calmer and restive, enjoying this quiet time with him, as she lifted her head and licked his forehead.

“Master?” Kelsie whispered as she stopped licking, then lifted her head to look into his eyes.

“Yes?” Pete asked, as he blinked and looked back.

“I...I know it's not my place to ask things of you - “ Kelsie blushed, the pale pink showing in her inner ears, before she folded them back.

“Kelsie, my love, you are my equal, not my pet, not my slave. You do not need to ask my permission for anything.”

“I...” Kelsie began, before she sighed, feeling indecisive and afraid. “You're always so nice to me, teaching me. But I am curious, may I?”

Pete blinked, then he stroked her cheeks gently. “Kelsie, I trust and love you with all my heart. I know you would never willingly hurt me or allow yourself to hurt yourself. Now, what do you need, honey? Anything I can do for you, I will try to do, you know that...”

Kelsie struggled, and Pete helped her to lie on the bed, as indecision fought with confusion, fought with fear – the emotions rippling over Kelsie's face one after another, before she seemed to make a decision.

“I would like...to try something, master,” Kelsie whispered, the fear in her voice obvious to Pete's ears.

Pete stared, then he stroked under her chin and nodded. “Whatever you wish, love, you know that, now what is it?”

Kelsie smiled nervously before she nudged Pete, moving him onto his back, then she instructed him to lie with his legs on either side of her, then wriggle down the bed slightly. Pete obliged, curious at her orders, then he moaned softly as Kelsie shyly lowered her muzzle and licked his penis from the base to the head and back down again.

“Uuuuuhhh...” Pete gurgled, feeling his instantaneous pleasure as he felt Kelsie's hot breath and warm tongue, that soft, tender tongue, as she tasted him and made a slightly displeased look with her muzzle.

Pete didn't notice; he was lying on his back and trembling, as Kelsie licked him again, her eyes only on the limp penis, as it slowly began to swell with blood and firm up as she licked again and again, quickly bringing Pete to arousal.

“Kelsie...” Pete gurgled as he squirmed, and his fingers gripped the bedspread. “Your tongue is so amazingly tender...”

Kelsie snorted, then licked gently at him, a frown in her eyebrows as he growled quietly, not liking it when Pete swore, but it was forgotten, as she brushed her lips against the shaft of his member, then she sighed in frustration.

“Master, I need help, please - “ Kelsie grumbled.

Pete carefully took himself in one hand and held his erection up like a flagpole, before Kelsie sniffed at it and timidly licked the narrow slit at the top, as fear fought with her desire to please her master. Pete gasped as she licked him, and he could barely restrain himself from grabbing at her head and pushing it down.

“You...Kelsie, listen to me – you do not have to do this, you understand, right?” Pete gurgled as Kelsie licked and lipped at it.

“I...think I want to try, master - “ Kelsie responded, as she got him to angle his penis more back towards her, then with a gentle nuzzle, she experimentally lowered her muzzle and timidly suckled for a second, then pulled her head away, as Pete moaned.

“Master, I didn't mean - “ Kelsie sniffled, thinking she had frightened him.

“Kelsie...you, oh my dear, sweet doe! No, no! It – it isn't your fault, believe me. It feels – your tongue, it's so soft. You're not hurting me, my beloved, truly! If you want, please, continue!” Pete gurgled.

Kelsie obeyed, slicking her ears back as she timidly lowered her muzzle again. This time, being a little more adventurous. As she slurped with her tongue, almost midway down Pete's quivering length. He trembled and moaned helplessly, as Kelsie flicked her ears, hyper-sensitive to her owner's scent and tremors.

“Good...girl," Pete murmured, as his fingers contracted and relaxed on the bedspread. “That's it, love, nice and steady, take your...”

Kelsie lifted her muzzle so the penile head brushed against her furred lips, then she licked it and once more carefully lowered her muzzle. Her tongue pressed against the edge of Pete's penis, and rubbing it against the bony ridges at the roof of her mouth. Salivary glands began working overtime, as Kelsie pushed a little further down, then she gagged and snapped her head backwards as she coughed and whimpered, Pete's saliva-soaked penis slapping against his belly. Instantly, he sat up and held Kelsie's muzzle, patting her between the shoulder blades as she coughed again and shuddered.

“Silly girl,” Pete admonished her gently. “You pushed too far back into your muzzle – you understand what the gag reflex is, right? Now, I'm not mad at you, love, far from it – that was amazing! Now, let me try something for you, alright?”

Kelsie wrinkled her muzzle and then looked at Pete. He gently rolled her over onto her side and turned himself about, resting her hind legs on either side of his broad chest, as he lightly caressed her wedge-like tail.

“Good girl, now, this is going to feel good, I'm sure! Trust me, love, I won't hurt you. That's it, good girl, lift your tail.” Pete smiled as he gently brushed against her folds with his fingers, feeling the fine guard hairs.

Kelsie frowned, then she squirmed at the gentle brushing. His breath tickled as did his fingers, then she squealed and her breath caught in her throat. Pete chuckled before he closed his eyes and began orally pleasuring Kelsie. His tongue flicked across and then inside her labia, exploring and tasting her. Kelsie moaned and squirmed, torn between her fear and her growing pleasure. When Pete's tongue found and slathered her clitoris, Kelsie's fear vanished in a heartbeat.

With a loud squeal, Kelsie trembled helplessly, and Pete chuckled again. His tongue swirled over, around and back over her clitoris again and again, each time, Kelsie squealed and trembled helplessly, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.

“Mas...masss... Kelsie gasped, her voice ragged.

Pete ignored her as he continued gently orally pleasuring Kelsie, feeling the young Whitetail responding eagerly and with growing arousal. For nearly three minutes, Pete pleasured her before Kelsie shrieked and her whole body convulsed, and Pete snorted and felt her first orgasm seize her young body.

Kelsie writhed and moaned, overcome with the feelings of pleasure and shame, but as Pete kept licking, kissing, and lightly sucking at her quivering sex, Kelsie was quickly brought to a second orgasm, in only seconds – and this time, there was no shame, there was only unbridled, rising desire and complete adoration for her master.

To Be Continued...

Therian Dreaming

Chapter Four

© Cederwyn Whitefurr,

10th July, 2019 (Revised/Rewritten)

All Rights Reserved.

For an hour and a half, Pete licked, nuzzled and tickled Kelsie. He brought the squealing, almost hysterical young doe one orgasm after another. At last, she broke and flopped, her flanks heaving with her breath and sweat slicking her furred body. Pete chuckled, then lay back beside Kelsie and cuddled the panting Doe close, smelling her sweat and hearing her ragged breaths as she shivered with post-orgasm pleasure.

“That was amazing, my dear Kelsie - “ Pete smiled and gently caressed her muzzle before cupping it and deeply kissing her, feeling Kelsie's soft tongue mingling with his.

When Pete broke the Kiss, Kelsie frowned and nuzzled Pete adoringly. She flagged her tail slowly from side to side and looked at him, her head resting on the soft pillow.

“Master - “ Kelsie began, then swallowed and shivered. “You...showed me so much pleasure. Yet you ask so little in return and I...”

“Anything, for you, my dear, sweet little Doe...” Pete told her, as he stroked along her side then lightly caressed her flank.

Kelsie snuggled closer, pressing her warm udder and teats against Pete, before she licked at his throat and lipped tenderly.

“You're so warm...but you need a shower, young lady, you're all hot and sweaty and - “ Pete admonished her, caressing her muzzle.

Kelsie looked down at him before she smiled and carefully knelt, her forelegs folding as she licked Pete's face and forehead. “I understand, master – it can wait.”

“What's on your mind, love? Are you in pain?”

“A little,” Kelsie admitted, as she nuzzled Pete again. “Is it not worth a little discomfort to please my master?”

Pete sighed softly, then gently ruffled her ears. “Kelsie, I do not own you, you are my friend – my lover – not my...pet.”

Kelsie frowned, then pushed herself back up and gazed down at Pete. “What is a pet?”

“A...I forget how naive you are, my sweet young Doe,” Pete chuckled, “Humans sometimes have animal companions, the animal, say a dog...”

Kelsie's confusion grew. “What's a dog?”

“I...you have much to learn, my love, alright - remember that Stag at the creek? Well, say, he was like you, got raised by a human who loved him very much, cared for him, gave him somewhere nice and safe to sleep...”

“Would a human mate that Stag, like you do with me?” Kelsie asked, her voice curious and full of innocence.

“NO!” Pete blushed, then caressed her neck and shoulder. “Well, maybe...some humans, like me, sometimes... We share our affections with our companions. Like I do with you...Do you understand?”

Kelsie frowned, looking up at the ceiling, as she tried to make sense of it.

“Some humans share their love and affections, as I do with you, but others don't. It, it isn't normal, Kelsie, to make love with an animal!"

“Why?” Kelsie asked, looking back at him. “You're kind, gentle, loving, and - “

“Humans have...laws and things, rules as it were. We're meant to try and live by them. A relationship with an animal is...well, it's wrong in the eyes of the law. That's a figure of speech. You, you're not an animal. You're smart, can talk, communicate with me, think for yourself...yet in the letter of the law, you'd be classified as an animal. You're not a human, like me.”

Kelsie wriggled slightly, then lay down on Pete, resting her head on his chest and listening to him, occasionally trembling. “Why is it wrong? You don't hurt me, you're gentle and loving and you...help me understand, please?”

“Our lovemaking and relationship? Humans wouldn't understand it, Kelsie. It is – special, very special, to me – and I'm sure, to you as well”

Kelsie nodded and licked his forehead, then rested her head on his chest, listening quietly.

“Other – humans? They wouldn't understand it. To them, I'd have broken you, forced you into mating with me. Beaten and abused you until you were afraid and submitted.”

“You've – never beaten me, master - “ Kelsie whimpered, then Pete felt the first tears trickle onto his chest, as he lightly stroked her ears.

“No, and I never will, my love. Promise me, you will never, ever, speak to another human – or offer to share, what we share...promise me, Kelsie, this is very important.”

Kelsie lifted her head, then looked into his eyes, before she smiled weakly and licked his forehead.

“I promise...”

“Now...you need a shower, you're all hot and sweaty! Not that this is a bad thing, but I'd not want you getting sick! You don't want another visit from the Veterinarian, do you?” Pete asked, as he stroked her ears and neck.

“I hated him...he...frightened and hurt me - “ Kelsie sniffed.

“I...know my love, but I thought you were sick, I truly did! I did not understand, and I'm sorry if he hurt you or frightened you! He does not know what you are, he can never find out what you are...no one can! Now, come on, hop off the bed and I'll give you a nice hot shower, then we can go to bed and cuddle...”

Kelsie blinked, then shivered from ears to cloven hooves, before she sighed and relaxed, letting Pete gently roll her off him and onto her side as he sat up and climbed off the bed.

“You need any help, Kelsie?” Pete asked as he turned about and held his hands out to her.

Gratefully, Kelsie allowed Pete to lift her off the bed, then she leaned against him. As Pete left the room, Kelsie obediently followed, her mind still turned inwards as she tried to make sense of everything he had told her, but one thing she knew – her love for her master was absolute – and nothing would ever change that.

To Be Continued...

Therian Dreaming

Chapter Five

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

10th July, 2019

All Rights Reserved.

Kelsie enjoyed being showered with her master, his kind words, deep scrubs with a medium-bristle brush that got right down against the skin, and he bathed and caressed places she couldn't groom herself. His fingers along her spine made her moan and tremble, then he playfully teased by sliding his paws down her flanks and pressing himself against her wet, soapy rump and groin.

“Oh...my master wishes to mate?” Kelsie asked, looking back over her shoulder.

“No, no, my dear, sweet Doe, I was merely playfully teasing. Relax, love, I'm no feral stag in rut!” Pete chuckled as he caressed her tail, then slid it through his hands, until it was wet and sticky with soap.

“That feels so wonderful, master - “ Kelsie shivered and nodded twice. “I do so love it when you play with my tail!”

“I love all of you, dear Kelsie, not just this beautiful tail of yours!”

Kelsie giggled, that sweet, innocent laugh of hers, as she flagged her sticky tail teasingly against his belly.

“Uff...keep that up, little do,e and I swear - “

Kelsie frowned, then realisation spread across her muzzle, before she smiled and laughed again.

“Not yet master, as much as I want to learn – I don't think my body will let me, I'm still...quite...”

“I understand love, trust me – in time, you'll feel more pleasure when we make love, but I don't want to rush it!”

Frowning, Kelsie thought on this, then nodded and lowered her head, before she giggled as Pete slipped his hands down her flanks and began soaping and massaging her udder. Soon, she was trembling helplessly, all four cloven hooves clicking on the shower floor.

“Steady love, I can only imagine how pleasurable this must be for you. I don't want you slipping and hurting yourself!”

Kelsie squirmed and quivered – unable to obey, until at last he made her lie down, then gently rolled her onto her side as he started with the soap-filled brush, scrubbing her from udder to chest.

As he watched the water sluice off her, he shook his head slowly.

“How did you get so dusty and dirty?”

“I spent most of the day asleep out on the ground,” Kelsie whispered, feeling more than a little uncomfortable, but refusing to show fear at being held on the ground and helpless.

“That explains it then, sounds nice! Lying in the sun, getting all toasty and warm...truly love, its sound wonderful – alright, you're clean now – now to rinse you off, dry you off, and we can go to bed, alright?”

Kelsie struggled, then one hoof slipped as she tried to stand, but Pete quickly grabbed her and held her until she stood up. He took the shower rose and began rinsing her off, dragging his fingers backwards through her fur.

*

After another lovemaking – initiated by Kelsie this time, Pete and her lay with him pressed firmly against her back, cuddling her close. Kelsie shivered, feeling mixed feelings about what she'd shared with her owner – her mind on the border of sleep and wakefulness. She could hear Pete's slow breaths against her neck, his fingers occasionally trembling on her left shoulder, yet sleep was reluctant to embrace her.

A niggling urge came from her nether regions, as slowly she prised her eyelids back open and mumbled sleepily. Her urge to urinate began to build, so she timidly crept from the bed and, as quietly as she could, she crept through the dark house. Nosing open the door, Kelsie breathed in the crisp night air. Her ears flicked too and fro as she stepped across the concrete, then out onto the grass. Thoughtfully, she cropped a bit of it here and there, chewing it and her ears still twitching.

Truthfully, she was more asleep than awake before a bright white light slashed across the distant paddock, and she blinked in confusion. It was, to her eyes, about a foot wide, stretching from the roadside to the forest edge. Her gaze turned to watch it as it highlighted the trees and shrubs – seemingly looking for something. Curious, she trotted over to the fence – less than a hundred metres from the forest's edge.

Never having seen a spotlight, Kelsie had no reference in her mind to identify it – or realise the danger she was putting herself into. Her eyes widened, as there came a loud snort – then the stag she had seen earlier snapped his head up – his majestic body caught in the light – his ears half forward head lifted, and his breath coming in foggy pants.

Her ear distantly caught the faint click/clack – something – elusive, surfaced in her mind, before there came a loud crack and the stag screamed and dropped.

No... Kelsie's mind screamed at her. No...not...not again...

Fear sank its claws into her. Adrenaline flooded her system as some suppressed memory surfaced. It was fragmented. Screams. Flames, Deer shrieking and some running. Flames on their bodies. Humans...

They were dressed in something – dark – faces covered. They carried things that spat fire and dropped deer who writhed and screamed. Other humans carried long, silvery... something – they grabbed screaming deer, slicing open their throats and watching as their blood spurted. They writhed and struggled – drowning in their own blood...

Blood...so much blood...

“No...” Kelsie gurgled, eyes wide in fear.

Kelsie's mind reeled, her salivary glands working overtime, before she gagged and retched. Her stomach felt like it was trying to tear itself out of her belly. So powerful were the muscular spasms. Half-chewed grass fell with a wet plop from her muzzle, as she barked and cried – tears streaking down towards her nostrils as she tried desperately to vomit.

Again, that white flash flew across the paddock – then it fell on her – Kelsie screamed, a raw, primal cry – as it felt like her eyes were being burned from her head by its merciless gaze...

Kelsie was helpless, her eyes streaming, unable to look away from the white thing that held her transfixed. Suddenly, something broke in Kelsie's mind, and she shrieked and dropped, then instinctively rolled to the right, before she leapt back to her cloven hooves and fled back towards the house – screaming like a feral deer. That painful beam followed her before it was lost as she tore through a thicket.

She hit the door hard, which stunned her and she fell heavily onto the ground.

“Pete!” Kelsie screamed, her voice more feral than human – almost as if she'd forgotten how to speak English. “HELP...PLEASE...”

There came a low moan from inside, then the crash as something hit something else, and then the outside porch light came on, and he stepped out – dressed only in a night gown. Kelsie screamed, then jumped at him, knocking him flat as she struggled and wildly fought, her fear overriding her sense.

'Kelsie...KELSIE!” Pete screamed, then he slapped her sharply across the snout.

“They...they're here...they're...kill...” Kelsie babbled, incoherent and tears streaking down her muzzle, mucus dripping from her nose, her flanks and sides heaving with her terrified breathing. “Kill...”

“No, oh my dear fawn...no – calm...calm down!” Pete moaned, holding her tight around the shoulders and pulling her as hard as he could to stop her wild struggles.

“Kill, blood – hurt...humans!” Kelsie squealed.

“Whoa...easy – who? What humans...who killed...”

“Stag!” Kelsie suddenly snarled, her lips curling back before she snarled and tore herself free of Pete's grasp and bolted off into the darkness.

“Kelsie!” Pete screamed – but only her distant hoof beats were heard, fading into silence...

To Be Continued...

Therian Dreaming

Chapter Six

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

10th July, 2019

All Rights Reserved.

Pete ran after Kelsie; he had no chance of catching her as four cloven hooves were faster than his two human feet. His breath burned in his lungs, and he felt the first twinges of a stitch forming in his side, but he pushed on regardless. In his right hand, he held a powerful spotlight whose beam jiggled and jumped in time with his footfalls.

“Kelsie!” He screamed as loud as his lungs could manage – which at this stage, wasn't very loud.

He stopped, hands on knees as he gasped for breath, never realising he was this unfit. A human scream rent the night air, and he moaned as he ran on, splashing through the shallow creek. More screams pealed through the night air, and he kept running – even through his heart thundered and lungs burned like fire.

His light caught the glimpse of a broken sapling, then another and another. He realised after a moment – when he saw the deep imprint of the cloven hoof – Kelsie had run this way – seemingly in a direct line towards – what?

He followed as quickly as he could, before a loud, choking sob was heard and someone in agony pleading and begging.

'” No...please...I never meant...no...NO...”

There was a sickening crunch – and Pete moaned, his heart falling to around where his feet were, as he held his hands up to his face and ran blindly into the forest. More sickening snaps and crunches were heard, then the loud thud of what could only be hooves striking something...

“Help...please!” Come a plaintive, fearful and agonised human voice, as someone come crawling towards him.

From out of the darkness, a shape, covered in blood and scratches, its Cervid muzzle wreathed in a look of such cruel, predatory rage. It reared up; both forelegs were soaked with blood to the knees, and it screamed with such a cry of pure animal rage and hatred. Its cloven hooves pawed at the air before slamming down on the human, and his spine shattered with a loud crunch beneath the sharp cloven hooves.

Pete stood frozen – staring as Kelsie reared again and the human screamed, begging, pleading for mercy and forgiveness – but there was none to be shown. Her dripping hooves slashed at the air again as she drove them down again. This time, the human's screams and pleas were forever silenced, as she crushed his skull.

“Kelsie...what have you done!” Pete gasped, eyes wide, gorge rising in his throat.

Kelsie's feral eyes snapped up, and she screamed at him. Her ears were pinned, and there was no longer the lovingly gentle doe he had hand-reared – this was some monster. Her lips curled back, spittle oozing from her gums and muzzle as she snarled and stepped off the twitching corpse and moved towards him.

“Kelsie!” Pete screamed at her, stepping away, the spotlight falling from his nerveless hands. “It's me...Pete...”

Kelsie stepped again, her body shaking with the raw emotion that flooded her – here was another human – humans hurt her kind, tortured them...murdered...them... Her lips curled back even further, as her eyes closed to mere slits and she uttered a feral, barking cry – this wasn't one of fear or pain – this was pure, unadulterated murderous intent...

Pete stumbled backwards, then shrieked as his heel caught on the ground and he fell heavily to his back, air rushing from his lungs with a whoosh.

Kelsie, seeing her prey as weak and helpless, ran forwards then stood over him. Quickly, she dropped to the ground and pinned him down with her fore and hind legs, her weight holding him as he gasped and struggled to breathe. She stared at him, her muzzle wrinkled, before her jaws cracked open.

Bloodied saliva dribbled down onto him as she lowered her head, the sharp, unnatural canines pricking the neck as she prepared to tear his throat out.

“KELSIE – THIS ISN'T WHAT YOU ARE!” Pete screamed in fear, completely submitting to her.

Kelsie's jaws tightened – before she blinked once and a tremble rippled through her.

“Kelsie...honey? Please...not like this...I love you, my dear sweet doe!”

Kelsie's emotions began to swirl – her body shaking as it fought itself.

Kill it! Kill the human – feast on his blood and flesh like your ancestors!

NO! Kelsie screamed in her mind. I know him – he – he is...

_ He will murder you – rape you first, torture you, you – know – what they done to your people! You – saw- what they done..._

Kelsie began shaking worse; the agony her mind was inflicting was worse than any physical pain.

“Kelsie, my love...please, don't do this, you're not a killer! I raised you right – I love you sweety, you're kind and gentle and...”

Kill it! Before it tortures you to death for its own pleasure! Remember little Doe – remember who you are – _ what _ you are!

“Nnnnnn...” Kelsie gurgled, visibly fighting herself. “Nnnn....No!”

Kelsie snapped her head backwards, her teeth scraping Pete's throat and raising a line of welts – but never breaking the flesh.

“I will not kill my master!” Kelsie screamed, throwing her head back and shrieking in defiance before she stood and backed away.

Pete drew great gulping breaths as he scuttled backwards, then sat up, his fingers touching his neck. He looked at them and was surprised to find no blood. His eyes flicked to the two dead humans – and nearby – the stag who gurgled, bloody foam flecking his muzzle – more oozing from the gunshot just behind his left foreleg.

He's lung shot... Pete's mind moaned in suffering.

Staggering to his feet, Pete fought the gorge that rose like a geyser in his throat before he staggered past Kelsie. On one of the crushed, broken bodies, he found a hunting knife.

Do it, please – put that stag out of his misery...

Pete began to weep as he knelt and pushed the Stag's head back, holding the knife in a shaking hand.

“I'm...sorry - “

Pete drew the blade in one slice – then staggered away, trying desperately not to hear the convulsive kicking and the last, choking gurgles....

“Pete...” Come a low, sobbing moan behind him.

Turning away, Pete dropped to his knees and vomited – he couldn't help it. He purged his stomach until nothing was left – yet still he knelt and retched helplessly.

“Master...” Come that choking sob again. “What...what did I do...”

Pete retched again, before he sat back on his buttocks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He rose on shaking legs that felt like they were made from jelly – before he walked, well, stumbled – over to Kelsie. She stared at him with a look of terror and sickened horror etched into her face.

“I...what did I do?” Kelsie suddenly screamed at him.

Pete had no words – he looked at Kelsie, the tears washing away streaks of blood and gore from her muzzle – her throat, chest and much of her upper body covered in blood and – things – he didn't want to think about...

“Kel...” he began, before he grabbed her by the throat, making Kelsie shriek and try to pull away.

“You're hurting me!” Kelsie gagged.

Pete was oblivious – as he slid his arms around her neck, then clutched her tight and the two of them suddenly burst into loud, braying sobs of anguish and horror, him holding her, and Kelsie resting her bloodied head on his shoulder...

To Be Continued...

Therian Dreaming

Chapter Seven

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

11th July, 2019

All Rights Reserved.

Kelsie burst into tears, before Pete pushed her away, then turned his back on her, his shoulders quivering, before great wracking sobs tore him apart.

“Kelsie...what - “

“Master!” Kelsie wept. “Please...help me!”

“I don't know you anymore! Where is that – no, I don't know you anymore! What have you done? Where is that kind, gentle doe I knew and loved? This – monster – this murderer!...”

“Please!” Kelsie squealed, dropping to her knees and pleading.

“No...you're....you're not Kelsie, you're some – beast – trying to use my love for her against me!”

As Kelsie stood and took a tentative step, Pete sobbed and glanced over his shoulder. “One more step...I dare you...”

He clutched the hunter's knife in a shaking hand – intent all too clear.

“I may not know a lot about your kind – but if I slash your throat, or bury this in your chest or head...”

Kelsie swallowed and backed away, then resumed kneeling.

“Pete...please – it's – it's really me...you know me, you raised me!”

Pete shuddered, then turned on her, his cheeks wet with tears.

“I've...never laid a hand in anger on you – ever! Yet this...this is unforgivable – do you have any idea of what you've done, Kelsie? Do you!” He started to shriek at her.

“Master!” Kelsie wailed, cringing before him.

“Fucking move, doe...now!” He roared in grief and rage as he lifted the knife before her eyes.

“No...please!” Kelsie whimpered piteously, eyes wide and body shaking.

“I won't tell you a second time...move your fucking tail, before I cut it off!”

Kelsie swallowed, then burst into tears and fled back towards his house. When they got there, he snarled at her and locked her in the spare bedroom. Wedging a chair under the handle, he walked away, ignoring the frightened cries and pleading that came from Kelsie.

*

Pete sat on the couch, his head clutched in his hands, as he sobbed helplessly. Raw, primal emotions assaulted him like endless waves. He was torn between his love for the kind, sweet and loving Whitetail doe – and his hatred and fear at what even was that thing? Was it some sort of separate personality? What had induced it to such depravity and violence? Didn't know that stag? Sure, she was upset the other time – but it wasn't like they were mistress and companion...

He looked at the knife, still held in his hand, before he shuddered and dropped it, its razor-sharp point digging into the floor with a thunk.

“Kelsie...my love – what have you become? What...are..you?”

“Please...master – let me out!” Kelsie screamed in fear, thudding against the door again and again. “Please!”

Pete stood and left the house – he couldn't stand to hear his sweet Doe cry in such abject terror – it tore at his heart, and right now, he just couldn't bear to hear it...

*

The next morning, a police car pulled up outside Pete's house, and two police officers stepped from the vehicle. He put down his gardening hoe and tipped his head back, squinting at them in curiosity.

“Good morning, Sir, I'm Constable James, this is Senior Constable Samuel, we're from - “

Pete's heart sank to his feet, but somehow, he didn't show the fear that twisted his entrails.

“Good morning, officers – can I help?”

“We had reports of a gunshot last night, in this vicinity, and an abandoned car was found about six hundred metres away. Did you see or hear anything?”

“Actually – I did, I didn't really think much of it, to be honest. We get a few hunters out this way and – well – I don't condone it myself, I think it's cruel and unnecessary.”

“Indeed, “spoke the Senior Constable, as the first Constable started writing in his notebook. “Sir, mind if we have a look around?”

“No, not at all – I know I should ask if you have a warrant thought - “ Pete chuckled softly, trying to make a joke.

“Sir? If we have probable cause – we're allowed to investigate, now, excuse me – but are you alone here and - “

“Dad?” Come, a frightened voice, as a young raven-haired woman stepped around the corner, dressed only in a bathrobe.

Pete blinked, then turned to see the woman nervously walk over, tying the robe closed, before she stepped up on her toes and kissed Pete's cheek shyly.

“Who are -”

“Kelsie?” Pete stammered, then coughed. “Kelsie? This is Constable James, and Senior Constable Samuel. Remember, honey? That gunshot last night, I said, was just probably hunters – or some young men shooting at a sign?”

Kelsie frowned, then smiled and nodded, holding out a pale hand, shaking the hands of the two police officers with a strong, firm grip.

“Quite a handshake you got there!” Spoke the Constable, as he smiled and nodded at her. “Miss...Kelsie was it?”

“Yes,” Pete spoke.

“Sir?” Asked the Constable. “I'm asking your – daughter was it?”

'Yes, that's right – he's my father. He raised me from when I was only little. I love him so much, and he loves me, don't you dad?”

Pete smiled and placed an arm around Kelsie's waist, then pulled her tight and kissed her ear, before he breathed delicately into it.

“What the fuck is this...”

“Dad!” Kelsie squealed and blushed before she squirmed away. “May I go finish breakfast?”

'Oh, of course, please!” Spoke the Constable, with a nod. “We're just making enquiries – standard routine and...”

“Yes, yes, of course, I understand...” Pete nodded, trying to remain calm as the Senior Constable walked with Kelsie back towards the house.

She's...human? How in the nine hells...

“Sir, about what time did you hear the gunfire? A single shot? Multiple?”

“Oh, um...about eleven, maybe slightly less? I'm not exactly sure, and well, living out here in the country and so on...you just sort of get used to it, you know?”

“Mmm," Replied the constable, noncommittally as he kept writing. “So, say, between 10 and 11:30? Roughly? How many shots?”

“Oh...One, definitely one – it was pretty loud, scared my dear daughter half to death and – well – you know young girls...women I mean, she's grown up so fast!”

With a chuckle, the constable nodded. “My own daughter feels like yesterday - “

“Constable?” Come, the voice from the other side of the house.

“Coming!” He replied, before nodding to Pete and pocketing his notebook.

*

Walking around the side of the house, the Constable frowned, then stopped Pete in his tracks.

“Sir? Please, let us do our job and... What do you have, Samuel?”

“Blood...splatters and – quite a bit of - “

Kelsie started to cry piteously. “I...I found a kangaroo last night, in our field – she'd been shot, and...she was still alive, so I tried...I brought her here, but...”

“Sir?” Asked Constable Samuel.

“It...Kelsie's always been an animal lover, actually, it was a wallaby, they're pretty common around here and...well, come here, honey, shhh, it's alright... Sorry officers, she's – well, she's got a kind heart, like her mother...”

After another hour of looking around the house, the constables didn't find anything incriminating, before they returned to their vehicle, Pete and Kelsie following.

“Sorry to have bothered you, Miss, Sir. Have a nice day.”

Pete stood beside Kelsie, who nervously reached over and took his hand in hers, holding it gently as she started to tremble. Pete squeezed her hand tight, then, after he was sure they'd left, he turned on her and backed away.

“Who...what the fuck...who are you!” Pete screamed, his fear rising like a boiling kettle.

“Pete...It...” She stammered, then burst into tears and fled inside the house, the door slamming behind her.

To Be Continued...

Therian Dreaming

Chapter Eight

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

12th July, 2019

All Rights Reserved.

Pete was stunned, horrified and confused – three powerful, yet conflicting emotions fought for supremacy in his mind. He stumbled back to the house, easing open the screen door and nervously stepping in. Every hair on his body stood on end – wondering who this strange, enigmatic woman was – how she'd gotten into his house – and what had happened to Kelsie?

Sobbing, great wrenching, soul-destroying wails come from Kelsie's bedroom. They sounded like Kelsie's cries – yet – they were different... He walked towards Kelsie's bedroom, before he stopped and stared. The chair that had propped the door shut was broken and shattered into chunks. Even the door itself was splintered – as if someone had taken a sledgehammer to it – from the other side.

He placed a hand on the door, then timidly opened it a crack, before something slammed against it and shattered into pieces.

“Go away, you hate me!” Come the shriek, loud, piercing and distinctly human.

“I...who...” Pete was lost, it sounded like Kelsie, but Kelsie was a Whitetail doe, they – couldn't become -

He opened the door, nearly stepping on the fragments of the bedside lamp that had been smashed against the door. He stared at the shaking human woman – barely sixteen at a guess, who curled up with her back to him, clutching her knees to her chest and sobbing heartbrokenly.

“Kelsie?...” Pete began as he stepped into the room, then closed the door quietly.

“You're going to kill me!” Kelsie shrieked, curling up tighter, her voice cracking with fear and raw emotion. “I'm a monster...a murderer, a...”

Pete trembled – he couldn't help it- before he moved to the bed, then sat down and placed a shaking hand on Kelsie's naked hip. Before he could blink, her hand shot out and gripped his hand, crushing it until the bones began to creak.

“Kelsie...please!” Pete sobbed in agony, clutching his wrist with the other hand, trying to pull it free from her grasp.

“Go ahead – rape me, torture me and murder me! You know you want to do it, so what are you waiting for? I'm helpless...go on...do...”

Pete screamed in agony, before his anger rose and he slapped Kelsie violently across the cheek, leaving a large red handprint.

“I'm not going to do any of those...things! Have I ever done them? No! Listen to me, you stupid, foolish little...”

Kelsie stared, wide-eyed, as her hand crept up and touched the handprint he'd left on her cheek – before her mouth fell open and she stared incredulously.

“Listen to me!” Pete gripped her by the shoulders, tears streaking down his cheeks, before he pulled her hard against him, the emotions boiling over. “I raised...you – I fed you, held you when you were a baby...”

Kelsie began shaking – her mind was filled with the memories of what she had done – their screams, the blood – that – unquenchable rage that flooded her...

Kill him, tear his throat open, feast on his flesh and blood, little one; he is nothing to you! He is food – a plaything – to be used up, broken, discarded...

Kelsie's lip trembled, her unshed tears shimmering in her eyes, as she fought to drive that unspeakable voice, those urges, from her mind.

“I held you, a screaming, crying fawn...the summer storms making you shriek so! I fed you the milk, you trusted me! Lying in my lap, belly up, nursing from the teat! I raised a sweet, beautiful and gentle creature – that is who I love, who I mated with and who I adore!”

Kelsie began to tremble, then quake so Pete thought her very bones would shatter, so badly did she shake. Hot tears ran unimpeded down her cheeks and splashed onto his shoulder. Her fingers gripped his shoulders so tightly, the long nails drawing rivulets of blood. As he held her tight, his own tears flowing, Kelsie's final resolve exploded like a dam wall.

Kelsie screamed, a raw, primal cry of such heartbreaking sorrow. Pete just held her tight – sensing – somehow – in that primitive mind, he held in his shaking arms, a creature that would at the slightest provocation, turn him into a grisly meal.

No, that's not who I love, who I mated and who I trust...that is – something else, that's not the kind, gentle creature I raised! I don't care what I saw – I know in her heart, she is the sweet, beautiful creature I held in my arms that day I found her. Those eyes like twin pools of night – so wide and innocent...

Kelsie cried, struggled and whimpered for hours – completely unmindful as Pete slowly slid the nightgown off her shoulders. He stared at the perfect, milk-white human skin – even noticing the fine, gossamer-like hairs across her shoulders. Sliding down her upper arms, the gown pooled around Kelsie's hips, lying discarded and forgotten.

Pete pressed his nose and mouth against her furless neck, inhaling her scent, drawing strength from her, as he began gently nuzzling, trying to soothe her shattered emotions.

“What...what are you doing...” Kelsie wept, trying to pull away, her fear rising as she felt emotions she had never experienced before – as a human -

“Trust me, my beloved - “ Pete murmured, as he tenderly kissed down the side of her neck, then across her quivering shoulder.

Kelsie's eyes squeezed closed, her fear sinking its fangs deep into her psyche again. Pete tried everything he could to help her, holding her gently but firmly, so she couldn't pull away, letting her feel his heart thudding against her chest. It had always calmed her when she was a fawn, but her ears were much higher now, and as he reached up and lovingly touched them, they flattened against her neck, and Kelsie began to cry piteously.

“Hey...shhh now, it's alright, Kelsie, nobody will hurt you, you're safe - “ Pete murmured.

Kelsie violently shook her head. He kept her close, his fingers sliding down her back, feeling the goosebumps that prickled her pale flesh.

“You...” Kelsie began, before Pete took a chance, pressing his lips hard against hers, muffling her cries.

Kelsie blinked before Pete slid a hand up behind her head, intertwining his fingers into the luxurious raven coloured hair, his affection in this touch and kiss undeniable and not unpleasant to Kelsie, whose sobs eased.

“Shh, good girl - “ Pete whispered, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs, gazing into her soulful dark eyes.

“I...” Kelsie stammered, before she sniffled and wiped her eyes with her forearms – just how she would use her forelegs as a feral. She didn't know any better.

“Kelsie...” Pete began, before he carefully moved, so he was sitting with her belly and chest pressed against hers, cupping her chin gently and staring into her eyes. “I...don't understand – how you - “

“I...” Kelsie whimpered, hanging her head, until Pete gently lifted it back up and held her eyes with his.

“It...it hurt, master - “ Come that sweet, timid voice – the doe he knew and loved. “I was afraid, so scared and – you wouldn't let me out and - “

“That was wrong of me, Kelsie, please, my dear, please forgive me! I was – afraid and scared of...”

Kelsie swallowed, nodding twice. “You've never, ever, locked me away and - “

“Kelsie? Please, honey, come on...please don't cry again? I beg you, now, dry those sweet, beautiful eyes and tell me what happened – please?”

“I...it hurt...terribly. I couldn't get out, I was panicking, then I just...it hurt so much!” Kelsie suddenly burst into hysterical tears as Pete pulled her close, feeling the coldness of her body.

Gently, he lifted the discarded gown and slipped her arms through it, and cuddled her close, trying to warm her.

“My hooves...they...split and cracked, I was so scared, the pain, oh master, the pain of it...”

“Shhh,” Pete shuddered, as he continued gently stroking her back. “They – split and formed...”

Kelsie held up her human hands, showing the fingers.

“Fingers love,” Pete encouraged her. “What else happened?”

“My...fur, just...just...vanished, replaced with...well, like you! Bones snapped and muscles...they...tore and...”

“Shhh, easy honey, no, please – stop, I think I understand.” Pete shuddered, the mental pictures making him nauseous.

“When...I woke – I was...like this – I don't want to be a human, master! I'm...I'm not a human, I'm a...a freak!”

'No, oh no, my dear sweet, naive doe! You're not a...freak love, please, don't ever think of yourself like that! I...think I understand. You're a – well, I did some research the other day – I think...you're a Therian. Do you understand what that means?”

“A...T_herian_?”

Pete sighed quietly, then kissed her forehead tenderly. “I keep forgetting what a sheltered life I imposed on you, thinking I was doing it for your own good...”

He sighed softly, then kissed her throat and chin, tenderly stroking up and down her back.

“A...Therian is a type of, well, apparently – they're extinct – wiped out over a thousand years ago!”

“Then how am I - “ Kelsie began, confused and starting to have tears well up in her eyes.

“Hey, no, sweet, no... It's alright! A...Therian? Well, they were a race – like I'm a Homo-sapiens, they were a race of – if you believe what little knowledge of your kind remains... Of shape changing Deer. Other Therians existed as well, Kangaroos, Deer, like you – some in Europe, were Red Deer – larger and heavier, there were the Werewolves...”

“What happened to them?” Kelsie sniffled, then she suddenly burst into tears, memories returning as she remembered the night those humans had come – had slaughtered her people – raped, murdered and tortured...

Pete couldn't understand the horrors that clawed at her fragile mind, as Kelsie spiralled into darkness, the fangs of these memories sinking deep into her very psyche and dragging her with them, dragging her kicking and screaming into the horrors they wished to bestow.

“Kelsie...Kelsie!” Pete squealed as she growled and clawed at him, her nails tearing through the skin on his back.

“Get...get away...” Kelsie snarled, as she seemed to be fighting against something that Pete couldn't see or sense – all he knew was her nails were sharp and drawing blood.

“Nnn...” Kelsie growled, more a feral, guttural bark of a frightened deer than a human's cry of negation.

“Kelsie, please!” Pete screamed, her fingernails digging into him like claws.

Again, that loud, piercing animal-like bark, her body shaking so virulently, Pete thought she'd surely have a heart attack. He felt her heart thundering in her chest, her pulse rising to levels that should have killed her.

“Kelsie...KELSIE!” Pete screamed, shaking her as hard as he dared.

Suddenly, her eyes focused, and she stared into his before she screamed in feral fear and pain.

“...please...help me...” Kelsie's broken sob tore at Pete's heart.

He gripped her arms, pushing her back, before grasping her wrists, holding them tightly in his hands, before he pulled her violently against him, pinning her arms and feeling her struggling against some unassailable opponent in her mind.

“Help me!” Kelsie shrieked, her voice barely human anymore, so great was the pain that began to savage her like a spectral wolf.

Pete was sickened as he heard bones begin to snap and shatter, before Kelsie screamed again, throwing herself backwards as she writhed in unimaginable agony.

“Please...please make it...make it stop!”

Pete recoiled, eyes wide like dinner plates as the transformation began to seize Kelsie's body. Her fingers melted like candles, black nails forming and spreading down and across, welding finger to finger, as slowly, inexorably, they were crushed and twisted into a cloven hoof. Next, her wrist bones snapped, becoming an ankle, the forearms shattered and forged into a foreleg, fur spreading from the ankle to the shoulder.

Kelsie writhed and shrieked, shattering bones and tearing cartilage and muscles, making Pete scream right along with her...

It wasn't quick, it certainly wasn't painless...

It was...something that'd stick with Pete, until the end of his days...

To Be Continued...

Therian Dreaming

Chapter Nine

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

19th July, 2019

All Rights Reserved.

Kelsie's mind swam back towards consciousness reluctantly – bringing with it soul-crushing pain and suffering, as twisted and reformed muscles, tendons and even bones hurt and seared like she'd been plunged into a fire. As she started to move, she felt resistance on her ankles.

“Wha...” Kelsie gurgled, trying to pull her legs forward to rise, but they were bound. As she went to lift her head, she felt the tight halter that'd been slipped over her and a muzzle affixed over her nose and mouth, tied – she assumed – behind her head.

“Kelsie - “came the voice behind her, filled with misery and pain, before a hand lightly touched her rump.

Kelsie gasped; even the lightest touch on her newly transformed body hurt.

“Pete...why am I - “ Kelsie stammered, turning her head to look over her shoulder.

“I had to restrain you – I'm sorry, Kelsie, I don't know what else I can do – please don't struggle, my dear companion – you won't get free, you're cross-tied by hobbles around your ankles and a leash ties your halter to the bed.

“I...why did you - “ Kelsie began to panic, never having been restrained before, but as she struggled, he sighed and let her work it out for herself.

“You're...not the sweet, innocent Doe I raised! What are you? Who are you? You...changed Kelsie – become a human – how is this even possible?”

“Please, you're scaring me – please untie me!”

'I can't, honey – it's – for both our sakes. I saw what you did – how you did it – I don't understand, but until I understand exactly what you are...” Pete sniffed as he gently stroked her tail. “I can't take the chance, Kelsie. I'm sorry. That – other you – could take you and...”

“I'm....me....” Kelsie wailed mournfully.

“I wish I could believe that, honey...”

With that, Pete left the room, listening as Kelsie started sobbing brokenheartedly.

*

Pete searched the internet for hours, reading, cross-referencing and studying, as his mind whirled in disbelief and dismay.

“No...I – I don't believe it - “ Pete gasped.

He read the 'history' on Wikipedia about them, how they once hunted and murdered entire villages of humans centuries ago, how they were cruel, vicious and predatory creatures – fuelled by blood lust and hatred.

“No, she's not...not like that – I've seen the good in her, the kind, loving creature she is...”

Sickened, Pete closed the tabs he had open, then stood, shaking his head.

“I know who Kelsie is - “ He muttered, walking across the living room, then pausing outside her bedroom door, his hand resting on the handle as doubt crept into his mind. “She's not a mindless killer and...”

“Master...please!” Come the pitiful wail from the other side, that broke his resolve and his heart.

Throwing open the door, Pete rushed to Kelsie's side, then threw himself onto the bed, wrapping his arms around her neck and pulling her close, tears streaking down both their muzzle and face.

“I never meant to hurt you - “ Kelsie grovelled and wailed.

Pete's fingers struggled as he fumbled with the straps that bound the halter, before it finally released, and he started on the muzzle.

“I know, honey, it – it was me who hurt you and...”

Without warning, the window exploded, a microsecond before Kelsie screamed as something tore through the edge of her left ear, leaving a chunk missing as blood sprayed. Pete felt the heat of the bullet as it just brushed his cheek and smacked into the wall with a thud. Without thinking, Pete grabbed Kelsie by the shoulders and rolled her and him off the bed. He fell on Kelsie, who grunted and kicked, but the hobbles that held her prevented her from physically kicking him.

“Master...” Kelsie shrieked in agony, the wound in her ear burning like acid.

“Shut up!” He snarled in terror as he clamped her muzzle shut, then hurriedly tried to untie her.

Faint voices, muffled like they were speaking through masks or something, were heard. Kelsie's ear flicked, making her scream again, as Pete swore and struggled, virtually tearing the muzzle from her head.

“No...” Kelsie sobbed, eyes wide in terror. “Not...them...”

“Give her up - “came a voice from the other side of the wall. “We know you're harbouring a Therian...give her to us – and you'll be given a quick, painless death!”

“No, please...” Kelsie sobbed, looking at Pete. “They...they killed my - “

“We're not going to ask again!” Come the voice, stern and dominant.

“Leave me!” Kelsie pleaded.

“Shut up” Pete growled at her, as he covered her as best he could, then began struggling with the hobbles as Kelsie struggled. “Kelsie – stop it”

“Final warning - “

“God damn it, you bitch of a doe - “ Pete snarled, before he gripped her under the chin, forcing her to stare into his eyes. “I don't know who they are...but I suspect - “

A hail of automatic gunfire tore into Kelsie's room, shredding the bed, the furnishings and everything, as Pete screamed and tried to pin Kelsie to the ground, covering her with his own body. As the fire stopped, glass tinkled and fell, and Kelsie's down-filled pillow was now nothing but fragments of feathers that fluttered.

“Who the fuck are you – why do you want her?” Pete screamed.

“You're a dead man – Therian lover, I hope she was worth it – your life is forfeit and...”

Pete gasped as the house was plunged into darkness – someone had cut the mains power.

“Master, please!” Kelsie whimpered in terror. “Please, save yourself! They'll kill me the same way that - “

“Shush!” Pete growled as he unclasped one hobble and started on the second.

“There's no time, master, please!” Kelsie pleaded. “They'll kill you just like -”

“One more sound, and I'll kill you myself!” Pete breathed in her ear. “Nobody is killing you, Kelsie, now stop fighting me! I know you're scared – so am I, but if I can free you...”

Pete tore at the hobbles as Kelsie bit her lower lip, Pete struggling to untie them.

Another crash sounded, and they both heard the heavy breathing and footsteps as someone entered the house.

“I'm calling the police right now!” Pete shouted.

Derisive laughter came from three separate throats. “Nice...we've cut the phone lines, therian lover – I hope you're quick – you got seconds to finish fucking her brains out – before we get to both of you...you'll love what we'll do to her...oh, how those Doe's screamed, even the fawns...”

“You sick bastards!” Pete screamed in horror and rage.

“Master!” Kelsie sobbed. “No, don't listen! They're trying to make you...”

Kelsie blinked as she suddenly found her ankles freed – a long knife in Pete's hand, the blade dripping blood. With a shudder, Kelsie looked down at the cuts to her ankles – but they weren't deep enough to cripple her – but still hurt.

“Go...get away from here!” Pete whispered as he rolled off her and gestured towards the window.

“Knock knock...I hope you're decent in there...”

Pete stood beside the door, panting heavily, as Kelsie struggled to her hooves and looked around in fright, before she leapt, her hind hoof kicking the sill as she leapt through the window with a loud thud.

“Fuck – outside, go!” One of them snarled.

As the door handle turned, then the door opened, Pete held the blade about chest height, in a downward grip, clutched tight to his chest. He saw a shadow – indistinct and humanoid – before he snarled and his hand flashed out.

Steel met flesh and bone, the force driving it to the hilt in the hunter's chest, as he gurgled and staggered. Pete grabbed blindly at the human, pulling him into the room before both of them fell onto the bed. Blood exploded from the human's mouth as he choked and gurgled, before Pete wrenched the knife free and stabbed him again and again and again in a feral, almost mindless savagery.

His victim died within seconds – but Pete kept stabbing him, until the bed was covered in blood, his hands dripping with it. Snatching the fallen rifle, Pete was a moment in the dark for a moment, feeling what end was what, before he fell over the human, looking for a torch or anything. When he felt the goggles, he tore them off and slipped them onto his head – then he blinked as everything lit up with a greenish white glow.

“Kelsie – run!” Pete screamed as he looked down at the rifle he held – all he knew was it was an automatic, with a banana clip in it, and he hoped it was full, or close enough.

“Master!” Kelsie's faint scream came to him. “Help!”

Pete tried to force himself to calmness, but the thought of what they'd do to her if she was caught – almost drove him mad. He heard footsteps in his house, then he backed up against the doorway again, using it for cover.

“Fuck!” A voice shouted, then there came the running of heavy boots.

Pete broke cover and twisted through the doorway, just barely seeing the screen door smashed off its hinges as someone ploughed through it.

“He's dead – he's dead!” someone yelled.

“Shut the fuck up, idiot - “ Someone else snarled, then there came a gunshot and Kelsie's piercing, agonised scream. “Got you, you whore...”

Pete lost his mind...

Without thought, he ran through the kitchen, then outside, just as one of the hunters turned to hear what the noise was. He was dressed in heavy body armour, looking more like a bomb disposal guy than any hunter he'd ever seen. Behind the clear full face mask, his eyes widened in horror.

Pete didn't think, didn't aim...he just pulled the trigger...

Kicking like a wild stallion, the gun spat fire, and as Pete struggled to hold it, the human who was point-blank began to jiggle and dance as some mad marionette as the silver-tipped bullets tore through his body. In seconds, the gun clicked empty, and Pete held down the trigger, smoke coiling from the barrel as he stared, before the hunter gurgled, then crumpled to his knees and fell backwards, dead before he hit the cold, uncaring ground.

“MASTER!” Come, Kelsie's agonised scream, that made Pete's blood run cold.

He ran around the house, dropping the useless gun, before he skidded to a halt – seeing the human with a rope around Kelsie's throat, blood sheeting down her left leg, and her holding it up against her belly.

“Move, and I'll cut her throat open...” He snarled, and Pete saw the blade buried to the hilt in her throat, blood dribbling from the wound.

“What...do you want? She's no threat to anyone!”

“She's a...monster! A Therian, they're the abominations from hell that - “

“No...” Kelsie sobbed, then she gagged as he twisted the knife.

“This, I suspect, is right beside her jugular and her windpipe...I cut that – she'll either drown, or bleed out in seconds....”

“Kelsie, please! Don't move!”

“Now...she's a beast – as such, her kind should be exterminated – we thought we'd wiped them out almost four years ago!”

Pete stayed as still as he could, knowing Kelsie's life depended on it.

“You're an idiot..you really thought you could domesticate one of these? Really? She'd have torn your throat open the second she had the chance, if you were lucky! If not – she'd have started eating you alive...”

“No, I know her – I know what she is, yes, she has that beast within her – but Kelsie loves me! You hear me? You let her go...I swear, you hurt her anymore and...”

Pete caught the glimpse in Kelsie's eyes before she shuddered from ears to hooves.

It happened quickly – oh so quick – Kelsie tore her head away, feeling the razor-edged knife cut at her jugular, before she spun and kicked the human with both hind feet, knocking him away and back. Kelsie gagged and staggered, blood spurting from her throat as she stumbled. Pete took the chance she opened for him, driving himself forwards as the human lay on the ground, gasping and choking up blood – at least three of his ribs shattered by Kelsie's kick.

Kelsie gurgled, choking up blood, as Pete grappled with the human, his hands locking around the hunter's throat as he started strangling him. Suddenly, he was knocked aside, as Kelsie crashed into him, hot Cervid blood spurting, before she snarled in predatory rage, and her fangs flashed downwards.

'No!” Pete screamed, without thinking, as he shoved his arm out and Kelsie's powerful jaws clamped onto his forearm, just behind the wrist. “Urk...”

Kelsie's eyes widened in horror before she pulled her head back and gasped at what she'd done.

“No...” Kelsie sobbed before she stumbled backwards, then fell to her knees, gasping and blood dribbling from her muzzle.

“Why...why did you come for her...how...did you find her? Answer me!” Pete gasped as he slapped a hand over the bite wound.

“Go...fuck yourself - “ Gurgled the man below him, then Pete's eyes widened.

“No...” Pete gasped.

Tearing the helmet off, Pete looked into the eyes of the young Constable who had come to see him the other day...his mind reeled. Kelsie shoved him cruelly, knocking him away as her jaws flashed, and this time, the hunter screamed for a second – before Kelsie's jaws crushed shut around his windpipe, silencing him as her powerful jaws drove her sharp fangs into his throat and severed both carotid and jugular arteries.

“Kelsie...no!” Pete screamed at her.

Kelsie growled, her rage growing second by second, as she bit down harder, refusing to relinquish her hold on her prey – she knew what they had done to her people – she remembered their screams, how they were tortured for hours – before either dying from their injuries, or their heart just gave out.

Filled with hatred, the rage and the wish to make him suffer – Kelsie was inconsolable – uncontrollable – driven by the rage that filled her...and he died all too quickly, for her satisfaction at what he and his kind had done...

“Kelsie...” Pete gasped as he tore a strip off his shirt and wound it around his arm, then gritted his teeth and pulled it tight, trying to stop the bleeding.

Savaging the corpse like some wild dog, Kelsie tore at it mercilessly – she didn't even eat it – just tore it to pieces at random – the uncontrollable rage burning away any rationality in her mind.

“Kelsie...stop!” Pete gasped as he smacked her savagely across the rump without thinking.

Kelsie turned, her eyes feral and unseeing, blood and gore covering her muzzle and head – as she stepped towards him, a low, vicious snarl making her bloodied lips curl backwards as she advanced on him.

Human...cruel...violent...

Pete scrambled backwards, his eyes wide as he saw the Therian that really lived within Kelsie – it had no love, no compassion, no...anything, but blind, rage-filled hate.

“STOP THIS!” Pete screamed at her, then he gripped her by the muzzle, forcing it shut, her sharp fangs cutting his fingers to the bone.

Kelsie snarled, her ears pinning back as she struggled – her blood-wet muzzle slipping through his fingers, before he sobbed and twisted her head – feeling the neck wound stretch – then Kelsie screamed as blood gushed from her neck...

*

Pete held Kelsie's head in his lap as he watched his home burning to the ground. Fire consumed the old timber quickly – the bodies within, he hoped, would also be burned beyond recognition, or hopefully, destroyed.

“Ma...” Come a weak, mournful gasp, barely heard as Kelsie's eyelid fluttered and a ear twitched.

“Kelsie...can you get up – honey – we got...to go, now!”

“So...weak - “ Kelsie gasped, as she struggled to even move a leg – the blood she'd lost leaving her as weak as a fawn and about as dangerous.

“Lay...still - “ Pete grunted, as he slid his arms under her belly, lifting her and holding her as he used to when she was a fawn.

In the distance came the wailing of sirens – and Pete was sure, he didn't want to be around when they got here...

*

He'd barely been able to staunch the wound in her throat – and in the end, he recalled something he'd read about Therian's recuperative power. He'd torn off the bloodied rag he'd bound his wound with, then forced open Kelsie's muzzle, using her sharp fangs to tear open the wound worse so blood ran as he held it to her muzzle and felt her unwillingly start to suckle. As she drank his blood, her own wounds began to close. It was close, oh so close to losing her and his own life. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make, if he could save hers.

Kelsie healed, slowly but surely, over the next three weeks. When at last she was no longer at death's door, Kelsie lay curled up, her head resting on Pete's lap, as she looked up at him through long eyelashes, noticing the scar on his forearm, before she shuddered and whimpered.

“No, please, little one, don't cry...” Pete murmured as he stroked her ears. “I did that – it wasn't your fault! I was stupid and...”

“I never meant - “ Kelsie sobbed, her tears trickling down her cheeks and dripping onto his legs.

“You didn't – but it happened, didn't it?” Pete sighed as he caressed her ears lovingly. “One thing good comes out of this...”

“How can you say such?” Kelsie sobbed, trying to pull her head away, but he placed a hand under her chin and held her there tenderly.

“You're no longer the last of your kind...of course, now, we'll have to be careful making love...”

Kelsie's eyes widened before she rolled them up to stare up at him, as Pete laughed nervously and ruffled her ears gently.

END