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A Series of Romantic Encounters

©2017 CarLOS Penguin

Preface

A side-story to the Ranch Hand I and II story duo with and for a friend of mine as a special guest. A jolly bloke that suits his fursona probably more than he realizes ;-)

Ranch Hand I at least is required reading if the characters and context is to make any sense.

A Buck in Hand

September signalled not only a change in seasons, but a change in pace at the Ashcroft Ranch. It was this time of year that the booking for summer tourists and wannabe cowboys 'Dude Ranching' were giving away to more serious business; nature lovers, scientists and hunters.

The latter mortified Solara McKenzie.

As much as she loved the country life and her husband Aaron McKenzie, the thought of taking animal life was against her nature and culture. Her species was completely incapable of digesting meat protein, so she traded some of her ranch responsibilities for guiding groups of the unarmed tourists around as Aaron or Duncan led the hunting groups up country.

It was early morning and the sun had not yet appeared on the horizon. Solara saddled up her beloved Welsh pony, Shisha Whitesmoke, with the intention of a Sunday morning ride up the Ridge Trail to welcome the sunrise.

Sunday was the 'day off' for the ranch work animals. Regardless of the available machinery, this was a fully functional historical ranch and the machines were reserved for tasks to dangerous or intense for a beast.

This day off meant that Aaron's best friend, tool caddy and companion, Jack the miniature donkey could come along for the ride as well.

Ever sociable and excited to do something with his bipedal friends, he led the way up the trail head, prancing and braying with excitement. He's wander ahead, look behind, trot back as if to say, "Hey slow pokes, let's go!"

The ride was quiet, save for the chittering insects and the clop of hooves on the trail. The ideal time for reflection and introspection, Solara rode part of the way in near meditation, rocked by the gentle sway of Shisha as she gracefully traversed the incline. An hour later, they arrived at the summit.

The dawn hues in the east of the unusually clear sky seemed enhanced that day. Even Jack appeared to appreciate the view as he stood precariously close to the edge of the lookout and stared off to the eastern horizon.

Solara dismounted, her boots giving a shuffle as they landed and walked towards the edge, her mare beside her lead-rope in hand.

"I never get tired of this." She whispered to Shisha, who nuzzled her in response.

She stood in quiet appreciation of the scene when Shisha spooked and spun around, nearly pulling Solara off balance.

"Eeeeek!" She squealed, regaining her footing. "What's up girl?" She gave her comforting pets and looked around.

It was the time of year where the predators were bulking-up for the coming winter. Cougar and bear were a concern, but had never approached a rider on horseback near the ranch, let alone if there was three like now.

The air was silent, not even a rustle of the colourful leaves becoming visible in the sunrise. Solara's eyes moved from side to side, looking for any sign of movement. She saw nothing.

But Jack did.

Braying loudly in his tone of being annoyed, he trotted toward the bush, opposite to the cliff of the lookout.

There was the rustle of movement; a large creature, in the bushes. Jack stopped and looked as the rustle subsided. Solara's eyes were wide and she held her breath, imagination running wild of perhaps some earth creature she had not read about with two heads and many fangs. She slowly reached to her belt to get the one weapon she allowed herself on the trail - an air horn.

By this time, Shisha had relaxed. Whatever it was, the mare no longer saw it as a threat. But caught up in the moment, Solara didn't notice this. She kept an eye on Jack and his body language. After standing still about eight metres away, he moved himself between the noise and the ladies.

He stomped his front hooves at whatever it was and the rustle began again. Solara saw the movement of antlers. Antlers? No, they were too big. Had to be a small, leafless tree being shaken.

She relaxed some and re-clipped her air horn. In her mind, the mythical beast capable of devouring horses and their riders whole, shrank into a White Tail or Mule deer. And the great mystery was soon to be solved.

Stepping out from the bushes was a deer. Or is that an Elk? Solara had not seen a cervine quite like it as it confidently and gracefully stepped out on the path and looked directly at her. "Oh my, you are so handsome!" She said, the deer cocking its head with as much curiosity about her and sniffing in her direction.

Jack brayed a few times, paced back and forth and stomped his hooves again at the buck, making clear he wasn't to come any closer.

The buck looked at the donkey less than half his size as if to say, "You're kidding, right?"

Solara admired the creature which had enough of Jack's bravado. She could swear she saw the buck roll his eyes before turning down the trail and walking at a casual pace for ten metres before heading back into the bush.

An hour later, Solara returned. Unsaddling Shisha, she made sure fresh feed and water was available for her and the others in the stable before going in the lodge for a snack and coffee. To her surprise, both Aaron and Duncan were there, also grabbing a mid-morning bite.

"Hey guys!" She said, then kissed her husband and sat down. "I thought you two had a hunting party?"

Duncan scoffed and shook his head.

"We did, hon." Aaron said with frustration. "City slickers didn't know which end of a gun to put their cheek on. We saw something, not sure of the target. Mistake number one. Without our OK, they shot and they missed with three deer-fever shots hittin' trees and a rock, spooking everything for miles. Today's a write-off."

Aaron McKenzie looked a stereotypical cowboy. Tall, lanky, laid back country fellow with a long, wavy blond mullet of hair, always topped with a rustic leather outback-style "Dundee" cowboy hat. He had a resonant authoritative voice and a "Chilcotin" accent described by visitors as a mild combination of Texan and British.

'Deer-fever' was the bane of many a novice hunter. They see their first ever target and empty the gun, usually hitting nothing but trees and ground. A humiliating experience that usually happens only once. But not being sure of their target first ended their welcome at the ranch.

"That would explain why that elk was on the ridge instead of the valley." She said and sipped her coffee, making a face. She normally drank tea, but coffee in the day seemed more rejuvenating, even if slightly revolting.

"Elk?" Duncan said with scepticism. "Ain't no elk around here."

"Well, I saw..." She felt a blush of embarrassment, "... We saw something bigger than a deer on our ride today."

"Moose?" Aaron looked at Duncan, who raised an eyebrow then shook his head.

"Whaddit look like?" Duncan asked.

"Like the deer, only larger with bigger antlers. Had a scowling face, not a gentle one like the deer." Solara gestured with her hands as to the hight and width of the rack.

The two guys looked at each other perplexed. Duncan shrugged, "Big mule buck?"

Aaron got up, "Lemmie get that pamphlet we hand to the nature folk. Maybe it's in there. But I ain't seen nothin' like that in my years up here."

When Aaron returned, his wife had been served and was tying into a salad like she'd not eaten for some time. When confronted with a bit of a mystery, some of the hands smoked, others paced, Solara nibbled her greens.

With each turn of the page on the pamphlet, Solara said, "Uh-uh." or "Nope!"

"I'll get my book." Duncan Ashcroft, nephew of Diane Ashcroft, the ranch owner, was the who managed the saloon as his main job and had all sorts of outdoors type of information. An older fellow with grey hair and bushy grey beard, looked every part of an 19th century prospector, right down to the flannel shirt, jeans and suspenders.

He returned with a well used vintage book entitled, "Animals of Southern British Columbia". He opened it and flicked through. He turned a picture of an elk to Solara and asked, "This?"

"Yeah! No. Well, sorta, but had a fuzzier, darker neck." She said. "The antlers were wider and face more angular."

"Aw, hell... I betcha..." Aaron snapped his fingers and looked around. He saw one of the waitresses with a computer tablet. "Hey, Shirley, can I see that thing for a minute?"

Handing it to Aaron, she was amused that it took him a couple of tries to operate it. He found a picture and showed it to his wife. "How about this?"

"That's it! That was him exactly!" She smiled and pointed.

"Uh, huh." Aaron said, returning the tablet to the waitress and thanking her. "That's a European stag. Red deer that got loose from an exotic breeding op about 400 Km from here late last year. They thought he got lost or fell to a wolf pack and called off the search. We got them Brits pretty darn mad at us, he was a national treasure or something."

While at one time plentiful, European deer were in dire straits in 2231. That particular stag was one of their best of the best of those remaining alive. Some described him as a total pet, others an ornery cuss.

"What was he called..." Duncan shook his finger, trying to recall a memory. Snapping his fingers and sitting back in his chair, "Avon! They called him Avon!"

"If he's so rare, shouldn't we help him? I mean it's hunting season and with these city slickers as you say..." Solara said with some distress.

"She's gotta point." Aaron said.

Duncan nodded. "No day off for us. Let's saddle up!"

"I'll grab us some provisions. Meet you guys in the stable." Solara smiled, excited at the idea of rescuing a rare creature and headed into the saloon's kitchen.

With the hands of a seasoned professional, in ten minutes Duncan had his horse, Aaron's and Solara's Shisha saddled. Aaron loaded up the saddlebags and Solara lunch and canteens.

They set off with Aaron taking point, Duncan taking rear and Solara in the middle. But all was not to be so simple.

Galloping along behind them, Jack was having a downright noisy tantrum that he wasn't invited.

"Aw, for Pete's sake!" Aaron stopped and looked at Jack, who also stopped and backed up a step with his head down, looking very hurt.

"Jeez, all right. Walk on beside Solara. But be quiet! We need to find that Avon critter, not send him running for Yellowknife."

Jack's head and ears came up as if he understood. Flaring his lips in a goofy, donkey smile, he pranced up the group and fell in line beside Solara, who leaned over and scratched his ears. They all continued on.

They arrived at the lookout at the summit of the ridge. There was no sign of the foreign cervine the entire way up.

Having dismounted and taking a look around, Duncan called over Aaron in the bushes where Solara saw Avon disappear into. "That's why we didn't see him. Went over and down the other side."

"Toward the lake." Aaron nodded.

"We can cut through to the Lake Trail on our way down the western side." Duncan suggested. "Only a hundred metres or so of rough country."

"Sounds good." Aaron said and went to inform Solara of the plan.

There was a caveat with the shortcut, though, as he explained to her. "There's a bit of a jump across a ravine. Our thoroughbreds can do it, but Jack and Shisha might just get their short legs broke. So, you wanna ride with me and send Shisha back with Jack, or..."

"No way!" She protested. "Where I am, Shisha is. I'll take Jack and go the long way around to the Lake Trail head and meet you there."

Aaron smiled and nodded, "I figured as much." He handed her his walkie talkie the lodge staff kept on their belt.

After studying the intuitive interface on the device, Solara pressed a few buttons and confirmed the functionality. Her and Jack headed back down the trail as the guys went around the other side of the hill to cut across to the Lake Trail.

Halfway down, nature called. Annoyed with the delay, Solara stopped and loosely tied Shisha to a branch. Nestling herself off the trail, Solara squeezed her tight jeans down to her knees and squatted, leaning back against a tree. She sighed with relief as the reprocessed coffee exited and forgot about the annoyance of the delay.

She heard Jack braying again.

"Sorry Jack, no playtime, just a quick pee." She said as she studied a colourful beetle that was crawling across a twig by her boot.

She heard a breathy noise and felt a warmth on her rear, sniffing at her from behind where she leaned against the tree to prop herself.

She giggled, "Jack, we're working. No time for fun..." She looked beside her, expecting to see the donkey nosing at her, but instead saw the face of the missing buck.

"Eeeeeemyyyygawwwwwds!" She squealed and fell over.

The buck lifted his head, eyes wide and bounded into the bush.

Standing back up, pulling up her pants as she went but still bent over, she cautiously looked toward where the deer ran.

As if in perfect synchronization with her as she straightened up, the deer poked his head over a colourful, autumn shrub. Eyes still wide and mouth open, he didn't look at all annoyed as earlier that morning.

"Hello?" She said gently, keeping her eyes on him and zipped her jeans. The deer also was fully standing now.

"Avon?" She asked, not expecting an answer, but also not expecting what happened - the deer approached her, appearing to almost smile at his name being mentioned.

"Oh, you're probably all lonely. You're used to people, aren't you?" Solara said as she held her hand out to the creature, yet making sure the rest of her torso didn't move to spook him.

Behind her, Jack was still going on at how he disapproved of this unusual animal with weapons on its head getting so near to his best friends mate. He got annoying enough for Shisha to take a nip at his rear, which made him snort at her and settle down... just a tad.

Avon the Red Deer cautiously approached the open hand. Slowly with many stops for studying, he came closer. Then it dawned on Solara, he _was_used to humans, but had never seen a Pegasiian before. "I probably look and smell as funny to you as you look to me. Pegasiian deer have spikes on their head, not branches."

Solara chuckled at her own comparison, but that little laugh Avon seemed to find quite comforting, as he stretched his neck, placing his cheek in her hand and gratefully receiving a petting scratch.

"I'm glad we found you!" She said in a calm, but excited voice. "We have to get you some place safe." She slowly walked backward towards the trail, keeping her hand out.

As the scratching stopped, Avon gave a look that said, "Hey! That felt good. Where you going?"

"Come." Solara said and went to get Shisha. Avon carefully stepped out from the bushes onto the trail. Jack began caterwauling at the sight of the much larger creature.

Avon gave a scowl at the donkey that said, "What, you again?" and lowered his antlers at Jack.

"Cut that out, both of you!" Solara said in the tone of a mother having enough of her unruly children.

Avon looked at her.

Jack became silent, but kept a suspicious eye on the deer.

Untying Shisha, she mounted her and gave a couple of cheek clicks to get her moving. Looking back at the two fellows giving each other an evil eye, "C'mon Avon! Let's get you back to the ranch." and patted her thigh, but the deer didn't budge.

"Let's try a bribe." She stopped and reached back into a saddle bag, pulling out a sack. She reached in and grabbed some of her greens and offered it to the deer.

He took a couple of steps toward her and sniffed. Then remained standing in his spot.

Putting the greens in her own mouth, she looked at what else she had. The only other thing was lunch she had brought for Aaron, a few slices of cold pizza she grabbed from the kitchen.

Shrugging, she held it out. "I doubt you'd want this..." She hadn't finished her sentence when Avon was nibbling at the slice in earnest.

"You've been living around humans too long." She said with a chuckle. "Probably been surviving off picnickers junk."

"Well, if you want more, you have to follow." Solara said and with a click and nudge from her heels, her and Shisha began to walk away down the trail.

Looking behind, she saw Avon the deer following, looking mesmerized at the saddlebag he saw the food come from. Jack followed after them, realizing his distaste for this new 'friend' wasn't going to be tolerated, but his facial expression made it known he protested.

Radio in hand, she called the guys. "Honey, Duncan, you two can head back to the Ridge Trail head. We'll be there in thirty."

"Uh, you found him? Where is he?" Aaron's voice came through the speaker.

"Right behind Shisha and I and now addicted to your lunch."

There was a pause. "Good job, mah little ewe. See ya in thirty!"

Avon followed the girls to the trail head. "A deal is a deal." She said and gave him another slice of pizza.

Timing couldn't have been coordinated any better. Aaron and Duncan game galloping down the trail, their horses panting from the 45-minute-ride-made-into-30.

Solara turned and Avon was gone.

"You startled him!" She said in a reproving voice to the men.

Jack gave a few grunts and made a circle a few metres up the trail.

Solara dismounted and pulled out the last slice of his lunch and walked up to where Jack was. After some 'puppy-talk coaxing', Avon came out of the brush and gobbled up the pizza. With some more scratches under the chin, he followed her back to the others.

Duncan removed his hat and scratched his head.

"Well if that don't beat all!" Aaron said and pulled out his lasso.

Avon stopped and looked fearful.

"No rope!" Solara shouted and stood in front of the deer, who nuzzled the back of her neck, making her laugh.

Aaron re-strapped the lasso to this saddle.

Duncan leaned over to Aaron, "You sure she ain't done this before?"

Avon followed Solara to the corral area. To everyone's surprise, he acted like he knew his way around and even the other animals seemed familiar with him.

"Y'know Duncan, I think we found our feed thief." Aaron said. The past summer saw a five percent increase in hay consumption at the ranch. Reviewing the limited security cameras revealed little, but they were looking for one of their own animals having a midnight snack or perhaps even a human thief. No one even considered a semi-domesticated deer.

Duncan nodded, "Explains Jack's annoyance with the critter, too."

After Dinner, Solara and Aaron were called into Diane's office. Having an idea it was about the missing deer, they just pulled chairs up to her desk and took a seat.

"Did you see the headlines?" She smiled and turned her computer screen towards them.

_ BBS Breaking News: Pride of the Royal Conservation Society Found Alive After Two Years!_

Aaron gave a satisfied smile and Solara an excited squeal. "I guess Duncan's seen it?" He asked.

"He gave an interview earlier." Diane said. "They're flying out a couple members of their Royal Conservation Society to see him. They'll be here day after tomorrow."

She spun the monitor back around. "He needs to be cleaned up and ready for returning by then."

"We just got his trust today." Solara said adamantly, "No animal needs to be stressed like that."

"They won't stress him." Diane said. "He'll be either sedated or sleeping comfortably and send him home."

"How... uncivilized." She grumbled aghast and left.

Solara went out to the coral after the meeting, enjoying the late summer evening and to see if the deer was still with them.

"Nothing stopping him from just jumping the fence...." She thought to herself. "If he got in to help himself to the feed and left again." She stopped at the fence and put her boot on the lower rail. "Why did her come here, anyway?"

She heard a roar similar to that of a calling bull. She then heard Jack doing his 'complaining' bray.

However, the ranch didn't have cows or bulls near the horse barn. Assuming one had got out, she entered the gate, walking through to the stable where she head the call.

There she saw Avon in Shisha's stall, eating from her trough. Her mare was looking on unperturbed, but Jack was pacing up and down the pathway, quite annoyed with this deer being in the horse's space.

Jack himself preferred to hang out in the pole barn or corral, detesting the confines of the stable, however he considered himself the 'guardian' when people weren't around.

Solara saw her pony mare rub against Avon. Assuming she was trying to push him away, Solara intervened. "Hey you, thief!" She said simply and moved towards the entrance to the stall, making sure not to block the exit, lest trapping an 'armed' creature lead to poor consequences that evening.

Avon lifted his head, looking back at her as if to say, "What? Do you have more pizza"

Shisha, still pressed against him, began grooming Avon. It clicked in.

"Oh, you have a friend!" She giggled and leaned against the gate pole.

Avon returned to eating as Shisha continued grooming.

She stepped to the side and began licking his side, then underbelly. Avon's head lifted with slowed chewing, looking as if he were thinking, "Can this get any better?"

It did for the buck, as Shisha began to lick further back on his belly. Her tongue crossed his sheath, making the tip of his pink penis make itself shown. With a slurp, she even gave it a few laps and a suckle, making it extend further.

Avon's expression was now one of pure pleasure, as his head lowered, with eyelids drooping. Solara could swear he'd say, "Oh yeah, baby!" If he could talk.

"Ah, you two are friends with benefits! Now I see why you've been visiting, big fellah." Solara leaned her chin on the gate post and watched their rapport.

Shisha's licking became more intense and the deer lifted his hind leg. Solara could see her mare's tongue lapping at his dangling, oval-shaped testicles. The buck's long, pink maleness began to dribble.

Solara thought to herself that she wouldn't mind a go at that deer herself. What do they taste like, anyway? Unlike Jack, Avon's penis would surely slip comfortable inside her. Her pussy tingled at the thought.

While Aaron and Solara were exclusive to each other as far as people went, he not only accepted, but found it entertaining at his wife's fascination for four-legged pleasures.

Losing interest in the food, cocking his head and turning behind him, Avon placed his nose under Shisha's tail, which swung out of the way at his touch and they enjoyed some mutual tasting.

"Shisha has a boyfriend." Solara smiled and sang in a school yard taunt. She licked her lips enviously at her mare's playful nibbles and licks to the deer's sperm filled sacks.

The deer hit the perfect spot on Shisha, she gave a few short grunts and lifted her head out of the buck's crotch. Giving a gasp of intense pleasure as her tail shot straight up and pelvis quivered. Her maregasm brought Avon to desperate need - he covered Shisha and with a few prodding pokes at her rear, slid right in.

Solara had never seen deer mate before, so this was quite a new show for her. The deer was giving quick, rabbit-like thrusts for about fifteen seconds before one quick, massive thrust with a leaping motion.

Solara cringed at what that must have felt like for her mare, but Shisha's eyes were half closed, mouth open, acting like it was the best thing she had felt. This was confirmed by another weak-at-her-knees, quivering maregasm.

Alas, Solara's fantasizing about the buck in her was shot. At least Jack was mindful of his 'delicate' love interests, being a complete 'humanophile'.

Like the odd stud during breeding, rather than pulling gout immediately and losing interest, Avon leaned over Shisha again, gently licking the side of her neck for half a minute before hopping off of her.

Shisha hadn't moved a muscle throughout the event. She was looking quite satisfied with her wild lover. She went over to Solara and pressed her head against her, like she did whenever in a 'mushy' mood.

Avon too brought his chin up to Solara for scratches. "So, this is why you've been hanging around here. Not just a free lunch, but a mare in heat!" She said, petting them both.

Shisha was the first to leave her stall and head down the path for the corral, followed by Jack, who looked back at Avon with daggers.

Solara looked at Avon, "You gonna finish off her feed before joining the others?" She gave his neck a pat.

Solara gave a squeal as the buck shoved his nose in the crotch of her camel-toed jeans. "You are a frisky one!" She chuckled.

Still with his nose pressed against her, his eyes looked up at her as if to say, "Well, duh! It's rut for my kind!"

Rubbing just behind his ears, she realized she was holding his head like she would a lover, pulling him towards her. She also realized Avon didn't mind at all. "I think you've had some good... handlers... in your time with humans, huh?"

Avon jerked his head, startled. Trotting around Solara, he went out the stable the other side and in the dimming light, she saw Avon clear the corral fence effortlessly with one bound, as if he weighed half a stone.

"Sorry, didn't mean to spook him." Aaron's voice came from the other entrance, making Solara gasp with a start. "Or you." He chuckled and walked on in.

"Honey!" She said and gave her husband a hug and kiss. "I know why Avon's here." She smiled excitedly.

"Well you're quite the detective today!" He sounded impressed. Putting their arms around each other, they headed back to their apartment in the bunkhouse, where Solara told him all about the evening's events.

Aaron settled in his chair with a beer. "Well, I seen some horny bucks hop a fence for a good lay for a cow before, but never have I seen what you described."

Solara was dipping a teabag in a cup of hot water coming out of the kitchenette and sat on the love seat beside him and curled up. "How long were you in the entrance for?"

He winked, "Only long enough to see him getting a sniff of ya before I startled him."

She chuckled, "He was pretty frisky. I mean he just got off on Shisha."

"It's the rut! A buck can lay a few does before havin' enough." He said, taking another sip of his beer.

"He thrusts like a bull when he gets off. Not my idea of fun, though." She said, blowing on her cuppa.

Aaron rubbed his chin, "Admit it, you gotta crush on him."

Solara just smiled shyly.

Aaron gave a chuckle, "From what I saw, you'll have no problem seducing him. Them Englishmen won't be here until day after tomorrow."

Solara gave him a playful swat. "You make me sound like a... a..."

"A porn star?" He finished her sentence with a wry grin.

She stuck her tongue out at him and sipped her tea.

End of summer days are unpredictable. The following day was very unlike the last day. What was clear, warm and calm had given way to a chilly drizzle. By late afternoon, it had cleared, which suited Solara just fine; the idea of seducing a soggy, cold deer wasn't her idea of fun.

Solara in her boots, hat and raincoat, filled Shisha's trough for when she returned. She also had a small pizza with her for a special treat. Then she waited.

As if on cue, there was the sound of hooves at the entrance. Solara looked over to see the outline of the deer, illuminated from behind by the reddish sunset glow.

"Hey, Avon!" She said happily, causing him to trot forward with familiarity.

He nuzzled her and received a chin scratch.

"Would you like dinner first..." She asked while holding out a slice of pizza, which he sniffed. She opened her raincoat to reveal her naked form. "Or dessert?" She finished with a giggle.

As if the deer had been in such a situation before, she swore he smiled.... then forgot about the pizza and shoved his cold, wet nose firmly between her ample, furry breasts.

"You DO have had people experience, haven't you?" She said softly, stroking his cheek gently with the back of her hand.

Avon sniffed at her, taking in the scent of this fellow, furred female. Her nipples extended with the excitement of a first contact with a new sexual experience. He gently and appreciatively ran his tongue across her nipples, sucking at them as if he was a fawn once again.

Stroking his fur, she gave a quiet moan and closed her eyes. Losing herself to the moment of this beautiful, wild creature exploring her alien body, his nose and tongue went lower, crossing curvaceous belly with nuzzles and licks before nosing at her pussy.

Like other furred species, she had much thinner fur over their genitals than human females and he found this fascinating. She felt his warm breath as he allowed her scent to envelop his sinuses.

Raising his head after taking in every molecule of her unique scent, he flared his lips in total approval, then quickly returned to the point of his interest.

In contrast to his nose, his tongue felt warm and soft as it lapped at her lips. Solara gave a lusty chuckle, "You're getting right into this, aren't you?" Leaning back against a stall post, she held her coat open and spread her legs apart, allowing him to explore further.

The deer had a much longer tongue than she expected, his muzzle reaching further back between her legs, she could feel it reaching around, slapping at her lower buttocks as he sought her honey. Finding the source, he sent his taste buds between her throbbing labia, making Solara explode into an eye-rolling climax.

Her grunts and moans didn't deter the creature. Instead she saw his long cervine penis swinging from side to side underneath, like a stick being wagged by a blind person.

Hands rubbing behind his ears, gently pulling his head to her, she had a leg as high as she could go, knee cocked. Instinctively, she was trying to get her heel behind his head like she would with a bi-pedal lover.

Solara's endorphin filled body held her in a trance-like state for a few moments. Slowly she realized the large 200Kg deer would probably try mounting her. Something that temporarily slipped her mind and brought back a memory of her first time with Jack.

Unusually and unlike Avon's interlude the night before with Shisha, he did not. He turned sideways, pressing against her, making high pitched squeaks, hooves clapping at the wood floor in an antsy dance of anticipation.

"This is too perfect!" She said to herself and knelt beside the deer, touching him gently and being reminded of a warm, steel rod for his firmness. He bounced and dribbled profusely in response to being handled, splashing Solara with precum.

Unable to resist, she took the deer's slightly knobbed tip in her mouth and received about a teaspoon of warm, salty fluid. She nuzzled and kissed his shaft, then placed him between her breasts.

Solara massaged her full sized mammaries up and down over the deer, slowly, deliberately. "There's a good boy." She whispered. Avon turned his head and nuzzled her hair and licked her floppy sheep-like ear. "I'm enjoying this as much as you are, trust me!" She said.

Wrapping and arm around her breasts to keep a squeeze on him, she admiringly ran her free hand along the base of his penis and over his balls, giving him a fondle. Like the other ranch animals, she was amazed at how soft the skin was on their scrotum. "Let's get these emptied, hm?" For her, no sex was just sex; but a spiritual moment of pleasures given and received.

Avon's licking became less gentle as his excitement increased, beginning his rapid, shallow thrusts between her boobs, making them bounce like waterbeds.

Expecting him to give the leaping thrust of climax like a bull, she hoped the same trick worked on a deer. Placing her hand on the deer's sheath, she gripped his penis firmly at its base. Immediately Avon's back arched, one leg lifting, quivering like a climaxing dog. She felt a warmth flowing over her body from his now pulsating rod.

She felt Avon go limp and saw his body relax. His neck wrapped around behind her and he rested his muzzle on her opposite shoulder with his nose beside her cheek, breathing a satisfied sigh.

"Too bad you have to go soon, this was so sweet." She said as she petted the deer's cheek and neck. She nuzzled him back and gave him a kiss.

He straightened his neck as Solara got up off the floor. Pressing his muzzle back between her breasts, he looked up at her as if to say, "I wish I didn't have to go."

Gently petting his nose, "I wish you didn't either. We could have some good times."

She felt the deer's ejaculatory relief dribble downward and onto her pussy. Running her finger through the intimate prize he bestowed, she tasted the wild flavour of one subsisting off bitter leaves and sweet grasses.

She retied her coat and gave a contented sigh. Whenever she had a pleasing encounter, she always thought it amazing. She felt lucky, gifted even that she had a talent for imparting and deriving pleasure with whatever, or whomever accepted her. But her whomever was from now on her beloved Aaron. And he didn't mind at all her 'whatever'.

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Just after noon the next day, a transport van showed up looking more like a fancy, futuristic motorhome out of a science fiction video.

Hopping out was a cheerful, stocky bloke with a buzz cut head of light brown hair. Complimenting his shiny leather jacket, he pulled out a flat cap and fitted it, then surveyed the lodge. "Homey flat this is!" He commented in a Yorkshire accent.

Coming around from the other side was a short, dark skinned curvaceous beauty with long, straight black hair. A flannel shirt unbuttoned provocatively, jeans and western hat topped her off. If Solara was a human, this gal would be a ringer for her.

"Hey Liz, maybe we oughtta vacation 'ere?" He said with a smile, holding his hand out to the single level lodge house.

"Love your taste, Jim... despite being knackered from being stuck on that ancient, discount aircraft with your snoring for ten hours." She heckled and gave him a kiss and got a pat on her rear in return.

"Aye, but first class all the way 'ome!" He said encouragingly.

Coming out of the lodge was Diane, owner of the ranch as been handed down for generations. Tall, thin, stereotypical cowgirl whose face while still lovely, was beginning to display the hard life she and the others lived.

"You're Jim and Liz, right?" She asked with authority.

"Yeah, tha' be us!" He replied cheerfully and shook her hand.

"You have no idea how elated we are that you found our sweetie!" Liz' smile beamed across her rounded face, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as she shook Diane's hand. "Can we see him?" She gave an excited bounce, her breasts doing twice what she did.

Diane immediately saw the similarity with Solara and thought of the old saying that everyone had a twin. Only these two were species and light years apart.

She looked around and didn't see the deer anywhere in the corral or immediate vicinity. She unclipped her radio from her belt, "Well, I'll call the ones looking after him." She called both Aaron and Solara, whichever of the two were closer to the lodge that day.

Aaron radioed that he was on the back perimeter and would be at least an hour at gallop to return. Diane told him to resume his duty, but Solara was helping their hand Dipu Patel round up a loose goat and would be there in ten minutes.

"Why don't you two come in for something to drink and a bite while Solara finishes up? On the house!" Diane offered.

Jim was shaking his finger, "I know that voice.... That name, could it be?" He paused as Liz looked at him quizzical. "Nah!" He waved his hand and they followed Diane into the lodge.

A mug of craft bitters washing down a ranch-raised buffalo burger, Jim was convinced this was home away from home. Combined with the scenery, the rustic beauty of the historic lodge and the step back away from modern society had him convinced to return one day soon.

"We think your little place is going to be famous, now. Your Canadian district really took the piss on that cock up for a while." Liz said and sipped some coffee. She made a very Solara-esque expression at the flavour, making Diane chuckle.

Some time later, Solara came in the saloon, her mouth in her hat as she was tying her hair back into a ponytail.

"Blimey! It IS you!" Jim stood up, a gobsmacked expression on his face.

Liz turned with a gasp and Solara stopped in her tracks, looking unsure.

Putting her hat back on, a blink and a smile crossed her face, "Um, hello? I'm Sol..." She began to introduce herself, extending her hand.

"Solara Golais." Jim finished her sentence, taking her hand with both of his, shaking it and smiling like someone meeting their lifelong idol.

"Uh, Jim. I'm Jim. Not Solara Golais. That would be you, yes." He was still shaking her hand as Solara tried to pull away.

Finally getting her hand back, she contracted and extended her fingers a few times from his firm grip. "Solara McKenzie now, actually."

Liz stood up and looked at her, as if she was seeing someone unreal. "Uh, hi. I'm Liz." She said shyly, shaking her hand far more gently.

Solara clued in that they must have been fans of her past works. "You're here for Avon, right?" She asked and Liz nodded, while Jim was still staring with a grin. "And an autographed calendar?" She said tongue-in-cheek, but Jim nodded so rapidly, his cap slipped off. Liz face-palmed in embarrassment for him.

An hour later, it wouldn't take much more than to get the scent of fresh pizza to get Avon out in the open. He nibbled the treat with delight from Solara's hand. He followed her gratefully to the parking lot and their guests.

She had concerns that the sight of the visitors and their strange vehicle would spook him, but her worries were unwarranted.

"Avon!" Liz said cheerfully when she saw him and the deer trotted over happily like Shisha did at the sight of Solara.

Liz giggled as the deer licked her hand in familiarity as she patted and scratched him. "Eeeeek! She squealed, obviously embarrassed when Avon shoved his muzzle between her revealed cleavage.

Jim laughed, as did Aaron who was in attendance. Diane covered her mouth at the awkward situation.

Solara smiled and ran her hand through Avon's fur, "A happy reunion, huh? He's quite the charmer."

"Not now! Not now!" Liz was whispering as she got her face licked like from an over excited puppy. "He's, ummm, missing his cuddle time." She tried to explain off his actions.

Solara wasn't buying it, "C'mon, he knows sexy when he sees it." She gave him some chin scratches and kissed his cheek, "You're just a big, sexy beast yourself, aren't you?"

Liz blinked a couple of times with her embarrassment turning to a kinship smile, "You're not quite what I expected."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Solara grinned.

Jim was ready to load up. He came over to Avon and gave him a firm smack on his rear. "Ee's a pain in the arse is what e' is! Ready to go 'ome, mate?"

Avon responded by carefully manoeuvring the tip of his antlers to scoop Jim's cap off his head. He then held his head high with pride, holding it out of his reach.

"Oh, you cheeky bugger!" He laughed and clapped his hands, making the deer bounce around happily with the game.

"You're not having to knock him out for the trip, are you?" Solara asked, but didn't really want to hear the answer she expected.

Liz gasped, "Bloody hell, no! We haven't done that for a hundred years. Our babies get comfortable rides across the ocean in quadmarans. The one the Royal Society has can dive to forty metres if the ocean gets rough, or we can flood the cargo bay and transport ocean creatures without the stress of fish-tanking them."

Solara felt the weight of a mountain be relieved from her heart.

As they drove off, Jack joined the ranch group with an expression of "Good riddance!"

Solara gave him a hug, "He's gone now, you can relax. You're the chief mischief maker around here again."

Jack gave his donkey smile and a happy bray. 'His' ranch was back to normal.