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An Outsider's Perspective

Humankind knew about the forest's magical nature. They couldn't ignore it. The forest had expanded massively in a matter of years following its attempted clearance at the hands of a small logging company. It had swept down off the hilltop to which it had once been confined, engulfing both farmland and then small villages in its rapid and impossible growth. Those who had entered with malicious intent, with chainsaws and fire... they had never been heard from. After that, and as people began to discover the rather unique properties of the river waters that flooded out from the forest's depths, few others had even attempted to penetrate the outermost trees. Even the meadowlands fed by the river's waters seemed somehow off limits, occupied by countless and abundant wildlife, but not a shred of human activity despite the immense fertility of the soil.

Now though, a pair of humans approached the forest edge. They bore large rucksacks filled with camping gear, food, water, and a whole host of items for gathering scientific samples. Yet at that moment, they didn't seem like scientists, or campers, or intruders not meant to be walking these lands. They seemed like long lost relatives, returning home. Tears filled their eyes as they walked hand in hand, surrounded by the lowing, bleating figures of almost twenty deer. Ahead of them two more deer walked, leading the way. A pair of does who seemed to be the leaders of the herd despite the presence of two stags, and whose bodies displayed one of the main reasons the scientists had chosen to spend their vacations from their university work studying here.

Both the male human and his partner could see the intimate regions of the does walking towards the forest before them. They could clearly observe the trembling and clutching of the vaginal muscles, and the way that the does' thighs trembled as though it almost pained them to be forced to walk. To do anything but be bred as their bodies seemed to demand. They could also see that both the females' rears and the insides of their back legs were damp with fresh trickles of liquid or matted with old, dried expressions of their natural arousal.

This was a feature common to all the animals that had been observed beyond the limits of the forest, and indeed amongst both the animals and those humans who had imbibed water directly from the river where it left the forest. It wasn't just trees and plants that appeared hyper-fertile. There had been video footage taken by the small but eager group of naturalists whom these two humans represented. Footage showing animals of many species, badgers, weasels, deer, otters, countless birds and rabbits, engaged in breeding processes both longer and what appeared to be far more pleasure-oriented than was the average for such species. As for the footage of the humans who had drunk from the river's waters... well, there was barely a pornographic website on the planet that didn't have broken down segments of that twelve hour marathon and its many wonderful, graphic bouts of almost feral-like, furious sexual stimulation.

There was something magical about this forest, and it was more than just an ability to grow. More than some unnatural force defending its borders. It was as though all that encouraging life, encouraging fertility, encouraging stimulation, had been enhanced and pushed to its greatest extremes. And now, these two people seemed to have been the first deemed worthy... deemed safe, to be allowed entry into whatever strange madness lay beyond its borders.

The herd of deer and the two humans for whom they were providing escort stopped at the edge of the trees. Immediately several of the deer began to mate, like it really had just been a matter of reaching their destination and fulfilling their obligation keeping them from doing so already. The scientists watched, transfixed, as one of the stags mounted a doe with his rampant arousal already dripping and twitching. He jerked sharply as he plunged himself inside of her, and together they bellowed as they stood there trembling and twitching. His cock held itself deep within her hot depths, and for almost a minute they snorted and huffed in position. The male's eyes widened. A louder, grunting bleat escaped the doe, and the male scientist gave a gasp of wonder...

"H-holy fuck..."

...as a visible gush of combined cum and ejaculate erupted from beneath where the stag's pendulous balls were quivering, splattering loudly against the ground beneath the mating pair. They continued to grind and rock together in a seemingly giddy, shameless daze of pleasure. The flood continued. On and on, dripping out between them and adding to the already dried on stains that coated the inside of this female's legs. Indeed, as they watched, the two scientists couldn't help but notice a similar staining on the inside of the male's legs, and around his rump. Like he too had been marked and stained by floods of arousal, perhaps by a male... but from the pattern, more like he had been mounted and humped by a very wet, productive doe.

Sure enough, with only two males and ten times that many females there were of course several does together. Tongues lapped not just with the desire to taste and comprehend chemical signals, but with what appeared to be purposeful intent, leaving muzzles stained with rather explosive gushes of ejaculate. Others mounted one another, humping and grinding just as their male counterparts might have, faces set with a look of passionate determination that it was difficult not to anthropomorphise as anything more than the animalistic urge to assert dominance.

For a couple of minutes the scientists watched the orgy unfolding around them, pulling notebooks forth from bags that they set down upon the ground, snapping images with cameras and glancing at one another with red faces as their ears rang with the sounds of deer sharing in ever more frantic and rampant pleasure. It was only when the two lead does approached them, so bold as to nip at their clothes and tug gently, that they realised they had more to do than just observe what their companions had already witnessed. Still, they couldn't deny that already they were learning a great deal. Not only regarding the truth of the animals' seemingly liberal attitudes towards sexual gratification, but also now by the fact that they seemed undeterred by the presence of humans, almost like they could recognise that this pair were no threat.

Forcing themselves to stop analysing though, the humans soon turned towards the does who were still tugging on the fabric of their jackets. They met the eyes of the two deer, then looked at one another, cheeks suddenly flushing with embarrassment and amazement all at once. It would have been ridiculous to say that the does had spoken to them in those moments. Not a sound had left either deer's mouths after all, however incoherent. But... at that precise point in time, both humans knew exactly what was expected of them by this pair. They hadn't been tugging on their clothes to get their attention. They were welcome to stay and observe the herd at play for as long as they wished. But... their clothes, they were less welcome.

Amongst any of their other colleagues, such a request would have seemed ridiculous. But these two weren't just colleagues. They were married. They were lovers. And if they hadn't been here, spending their vacation days in this way, they had been known to attend a certain clothing-optional resort on the South coast in years past.

Without speaking a word to one another, knowing what to do just as they had known as soon as they looked into the eyes of those two deer standing patiently before them, the humans began to disrobe. Off came jackets, shirts and under-shirts. Off came boots, socks and trousers. The male, clean shaven and pale skinned, wore only a pair of dark boxer briefs. The woman, mocha-skinned and raven haired, wore a sports bra and a non-matching pair of her most comfy pink cotton panties. They looked at one another again, a soft giggle escaping the female as she realised that her husband's boxer briefs were stretched at the front, but a warm smile reassuring him that he wasn't the only one rather enthralled by what they were seeing. To further assure him, she was the first to remove her underwear. Off came her bra, revealing plump but not overly large breasts that bore firm, stiff-peaked nipples, and then her panties, revealing a neatly trimmed bush and plump lips that betrayed the slightest hint of a rather beautiful pink within. He followed suit, and almost proudly exposed his erection, watching it spring slightly above a horizontal position as he unleashed it from his underwear.

A surprisingly emotive, excitable bellowing erupted from the deer around them as they packed their clothes into their backpacks and slung them over their shoulders once more. The two deer leading the herd stepped closer to the naked, aroused humans, and nudged their way under an arm each. Once the humans took the hint and took a gentle hold, they began to lead them forward. Away from the still mating, humping herd, and into the trees. Into the forest itself.

It was maybe five minutes later that the two deer left the humans to their work, bounding away back towards the forest edge not in fear, but in eagerness to return to their herd and indulge their own desires. Liquid longing practically flooded down from their quivering nether regions, and even as they retreated together the humans could see one of the does nuzzling tenderly at the backside of her companion as they ran. The two humans looked at one another, now alone together in these woods where no other humans had stepped successfully in years. They stood still and quiet, admiring their slightly loose, middle aged but to one another still immensely attractive bodies. Still neither one of them spoke, but both blushed deeper as eyebrows raised and eyes roamed up and down bare flesh. The temptation to take advantage of this solitude, this nudity, this... freedom. It was intense.

But no. They couldn't. Or rather, they knew they shouldn't, yet. They were here as scientists, not holidaymakers or lovers. The male raised his notebook, waving it at his wife. She sighed, pouted playfully, and grinned as she pulled out her own. Together they began to walk deeper into the woodland, and tore their gaze from one another so that they could better explore, investigate, and detail whatever they saw.

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A study of the unique behavioural and physiological adaptations of the fauna within the Greenchester Woodland. Appendix B. Unaltered excerpts from the Notes of Dr Teagen McLeod and Dr Samuel McLeod.

***

A pair of rabbits emerged from the bushes. They were already engaged in the act of copulation, and rather than the female of the pair appearing to attempt disengaging while the male persisted, it seemed like they were attempting to move together whilst continuing their courtship. When they saw us, they did not seek to escape or register even the slightest fright as would normally be expected. Instead, they seemed to lose interest in moving any further. The female hunkered down and allowed the male to resume uninterrupted breeding. The motion of his hips was short and sharp, indicating that penetrative intercourse was already taking place. Every twenty to thirty seconds his thrusts would briefly cease, and his body would be overcome by visible tremors as he presumably ejaculated. Similar trembling was witnessed within the female on multiple occasions for the duration of our observation, alongside vocalisations similar but distinct to the shrill alarm calls rabbits often make only when in immense distress.

By the time we left the rabbits to their continued breeding, a small puddle of visible fluids was gathering beneath them, and increased in size with each of the rabbits' apparent orgasmic episodes. This suggests not only was the frequency of their peaks far in excess of the accepted average, but also the productivity.

***

Before us now are a male and female lynx. The female appears older judging by size and the nature of her coat, the male younger, fully grown but only just by our estimation. She is lying on her back while he licks at her. There is definite intent to their actions. He is not cleaning her nor simply preparing for any more meaningful act of intercourse. Though his penis is erect, he seems to be making no effort to encourage the commencement of mating. For all purposes, he seems to be performing cunnilingus. The female appears deeply satisfied by what is occurring, eyes closed, claws flexing in and out from their sheaths. She is growling, purring loudly as he pleasures her.

The oral stimulation this male provided has gone on for almost five minutes, and only now is transitioning to sexual intercourse. The male's face is damp, and the female's crotch even more so. Going by her vocalisations, she had achieved climax at least three times. She has now rolled over, and presented herself to him. He has begun to mate with her, but the motion of their bodies does not seem to be provoking the painful stimulus common amongst felines given the males' sexual apparatus. His hips are moving very slowly, like he is purposefully holding back. It seems impossible, but it is like the male is aware of the discomfort he could cause, and is attempting to mitigate it while still allowing them to breed. Fascinating.

***

We have been watching a group of wild boar for almost ten minutes now. There appear to be a mix of males and females, and at first these seemed to be the first animals we have encountered in no way engaged in sexual activity. However, after less than five minutes of observing them foraging seemingly as normal, we observed the following exchange. One female located a particularly rich food source just beneath the ground, and once excavated she did not take it for herself, but instead guided another female to it. She then mounted this female as the other sow ate. It is unclear if this was some sort of payment or encouragement to allow this more unconventional courtship, but once the fungus had been consumed the other sow allowed herself to continue being mated by the initial female.

The first pair beginning to mate seemed to provoke several others of the group to do so. For the first time since arriving in the forest we witnessed two males engaging one another by choice. Several females were still available and presenting to the males, however one of the males presented to the other and that was the offer which was almost immediately accepted. No visible anal penetration occurred, but with one leg raised off the ground the 'top' male seemed to be able to achieve stimulation with ease. When satisfied, his seed visible across the 'bottom' male's buttocks as he drew back, they traded places and repeated the motion. Left with no males to breed with them, the other females seemed to pair off soon after. They mimicked the male's actions almost exactly, including the one raised leg and how it trembled and twitched as they approached orgasm.

***

Our first interspecies mating. It is of course well documented that this does occur in nature, but the way we witnessed it today was like nothing my husband or I have ever seen. It almost seemed fetishised. Like the two animals engaged were aware of how foreign they were to one another.

It looked to be an almost chance encounter. We had been observing the male, a stray dog perhaps from one of the villages consumed by the forest's rapid expansion, engaging in self-stimulation. Again, this is far from the first time such actions have been studied, but given the purpose of our visit this seemed particularly relevant. He was not merely stimulating himself to climax, but with his head down to the ground and his rear end raised, using his forelimbs to stroke at the length of his erection in what looked to be a practised effort.

The dog, a border collie, ceased his actions when the female appeared. A badger, who approached him directly and stood nose to nose for almost thirty seconds. Neither one appeared afraid or upset by the intrusion of the other, indeed the dog's tail was wagging in a manner that suggested playfulness. The badger was the one to initiate proceedings. She turned, and presented to the male. Her tail was flagged upward and she pushed herself up onto the very tips of her hindpaws, exposing her nether regions and waving them from side to side.

They did not mate immediately, but seemed to play for almost twenty minutes. They chased one another around, barking and snuffling as they wrestled and rubbed against the other animal. It was clear that they were attempting to purposefully stimulate one another with bodies and tongues. Their games came to an end when the dog's tongue upon the badger's crotch produced an orgasm. The female badger had a very prominent clitoris, and as we watched the dog lick at it, she achieved a rather powerful and wet climax. Soon after this, they assumed the position and began to mate. All day we had not witnessed a mating quite so intense as this one, nor one with such apparent pleasure for both parties. Perhaps there was some bias due to our familiarity with the vocalisations and expressiveness of the domestic dog, but it was hard to deny similar reactions from the badger, a species of which neither my husband nor myself have any deep familiarity beyond previous limited observation in the wild.

The way the badger's hind legs trembled as the dog humped at her, alongside the manner in which her back arched and her head rose up, I have never witnessed such visible pleasure outside of human courtship. She barked and growled every time juices began to run down the insides of her legs, but not just in pleasure. It was like she was urging the dog to continue. Like she was trying to communicate through the barrier between their species, as urgently and eagerly as she could, that she wanted this to continue. And not only was it a message that the collie understood, but one we did as well.

The two of them continued to mate until the dog was knotted inside of her, and if anything that act seemed to only enhance what they were sharing. Both of them collapsed to the ground when they found themselves bound, and the dog's humping grew more insistent than ever. His legs scrabbled at the ground beneath them. He licked and nuzzled at the back of her neck.

God, I'm almost writing a porno here describing it. I'm not thinking clearly any more. I've seen so much today. So much sex. So much pleasure from these animals. It's not normal. I hope it doesn't sound like normal to whoever reads these notes. These aren't just dumb beasts engaging in their normal sexual behaviours. No more so than myself and my husband will be when we make camp tonight.

Jesus. Why am I writing this?

***

We agree that it's important to include this in our notes, whether or not they're going to be released unabridged in whatever report comes from this material.

Last night, after we made camp, Teagan and I made love. We had been watching animals mate and masturbate all day, and though it is probably wrong to admit this, we had done our own share of masturbation while observing them. Just as this forest seemed to encourage their sexual proclivities to rise to new and extreme levels, so too was it affecting us.

We made love, and it was spectacular. We have always been a very active couple, sexually speaking. Indeed as we have gotten older and grown more and more comfortable together, our sex life has only benefited as a result. But last night... we became like the animals of the forest. Wild. Uninhibited.

A pair of foxes entered our camp just after we started making love. I was lying on my back and Teagan was riding me. They were already mating. Like the rabbits, they shuffled in already locked together, and immediately we could see that these two were different from the rest of the animals we had witnessed. They were cumming. Both of them. And they didn't stop. There was a constant flood of shared juices running out from between them, dripping off the male's toes as he humped at his mate, and drooling down the insides of her legs. They watched us, and we watched them. And as long as we spent watching them, we just kind of kept going.

We fucked till we were both screaming and soaked with our own sweat. We fucked till our bodies begged us to stop. I don't know how many times I came, nor does Teagan, though by the mess we made, it was a hell of a lot more than either one of us had any right to.

By the time we stopped, the foxes were gone. We don't know how long they stayed, or how long we fucked after they left without even realising. But ever since then, I can't stop thinking about her. About my beautiful wife, and how I want to grab her, and hold her, and fuck her until she's shrieking and cumming and

***

We can't stop.

I'm writing this with my husband kneeling behind me, grabbing my ass and humping my fucking brains out. I'm writing it while we're like this because if I don't, I don't think I'll ever write it. There's not going to be a break. There's not going to be a time when we stop while I'm still coherent enough to take notes on what we're feeling right now.

We can't stop fucking.

We don't want to. I don't want to.

This forest is incredible. The animals inside it, the power it has over them, the joy it allows them, and the joy it allows us to share. It's amazing.

We have to learn more. We have to find some way to satisfy each other, so we can keep studying. Keep exploring. We can't keep fucking forever, even if it does feel like we couldn't possibly stop right now.

Just one more orgasm first. I'm so close. We're so close. Just one more sweet release.

Just one more.

Just one more. Please.

By Jeeves