Chapter 6

K.C. sank her teeth into the fat slice of mushroom. She shut her eyes to fully savor it, a smoky char playing on her tongue.

"It's been literally forever since I had some good grilled shrooms!" she moaned to Hazel, still chewing. "Where's Clover? I've gotta tell her how amazing she is."

The pair of does sat on a log bench a distance back from the cooking fire, and tonight the grill rack was loaded with the fruit of Clover's foraging. Several of their clanmates converged on the scene and waited patiently for the next batch.

"You know, I might be imagining it," Hazel leaned over, "but was Bryn with her that whole time? Like, alone? Deep in the forest?" Her tellingly suspicious grin glowed bright in the play of the orange firelight. She bit her lip mischievously, awaiting K.C.'s opinion.

"Maybe--" she chewed, "I dunno. Did they leave together?"

"No, but they came back together!" she fidgeted with a bracelet, imagining the possible escapades.

"Oh, give it up, Hazel." She took a gulp from her frothy mug (it was her third). "I know you want a piece of virile buck cock like everyone else, but that boy's not gonna subvert the system. I love him, but he plays too nice." She searched the bottom of her mug, finding only dregs, hoping for more. If Bryn did give in and mate with Clover, K.C. hoped he might spread the love. Or his cum at least . . . This time of year, the priority of most does was that they had a chance with the dominant male, should he be impressive enough; there was no expectation of exclusivity, which isn't to say he might still take a favorite.

K.C. downed the last of her drink with a shiver. "He's grown a pair, plain as day, but he's still gotta learn how to use 'em. Until then it's either Snot Bot," she giggled through her pet name for their dominant peer, "or you find your own way to beat the heat." She dragged her fingers up her pubic fur, her pink hood just peeking into view.

Hazel collapsed on her friend, laughing. "Take it easy, girl, or you'll definitely get _something_tonight!"

K.C. giggled, "Fuck . . . May the wolves take you." She ran her free hand up and down the doe's back, scritching through her charcoal-patterned fur. If nothing else, she was thankful for the chance to commiserate, now that the rutting options were looking so lackluster. "Okay, I gotta pee--get off me."

She rose from the log bench and turned to leave, but stood there stunned for a moment. Bryn was approaching them, a drink in each hand. K.C.'s ears perked straight up. He seemed world's better than last night at least, walking tall with an easy smile.

"Can I interest you?" he offered a mug.

"Always!" K.C. met his gaze through half-lidded eyes, cocking her hips as she accepted the drink. She looked him over, surprised by how confidently he carried himself when just the night before he was so dejected. Hey, in the right mood he really does look like a dominant male. He's got the rack to suit one, just as big as Evan's was. And he's lean and toned in all the right places . . . Her intoxicated gaze kept descending. And fuck, I could stare at that low-hanging fruit all night. I could just nuzzle those balls and lick them and . . . oh, shit. She met his eyes again, ears blushing, and collected herself. "You're looking good tonight, Bryn."

"Thanks! Um--you too, K.C." He held out his mug, "Hey, cheers, right?"

She beamed, offering hers in kind. They entwined arms in a maneuver that spilled a bit of froth on each of them and took a drink of the pungent brew, the heady scent on their lips, wet and now only inches apart. The two of them suddenly laughed at the silliness of it all, disarming the unexpected intimacy.

Bryn glanced away shyly, "So, umm, I wanted to say, K.C., if you need any help collecting firewood, lemme know." He turned back to her, his own ears reddening now. "Or, you know, with anything else. I think it'd be fun to hang out some more . . ."

The young doe suddenly realized her mouth was hanging open, and shut it promptly, her heart racing.

"You mean, uh . . . one-on-one?"

The buck nodded.

She was giddy at Bryn's offer, understanding it implicitly. "Yeah, I'd love some help around the lodge. Or, wherever . . ." She grinned mischievously, then asked, "Why the change of heart?"

He straightened up proudly and took a moment to gather his thoughts. The rest of the clan was bustling around the firepit, muttering and laughing among themselves, leaving the young pair some space to talk. "Well, I guess I was too confused before. And worrying too much. About being the clan again, about the rut--well, all kinds of things. And I think I've decided to worry a little less. It's . . ." he grinned, "it's like how a snake sheds its skin, you know? Something new comes from that."

K.C. nodded, ears tilted. "Well, when a snake sheds, it's not a new snake, you know?" She smirked, "But it is soft and squishy!" She lunged for Bryn's belly, tickling at him with rapid scritches. He recoiled, bursting into laughter. "So, I guess the analogy works!" She giggled at his reaction and took another gulp from her mug. Swallowing, she noticed the pink between her friend's legs getting excited, slowly lengthening. The anticipation of another encounter was already bubbling in her drink-addled stomach as she dwelled on the sight. "But yeah, I'm happy for that, Bryn. I really am. If you wanna 'help out' tomorrow," she dragged a finger down the buck's chest, settling on his sternum, "I'll be around when the cooking fires get going. Why don't we meet up out in the maple grove? I hear there's some real nice firewood out there . . ."

He nodded, then bumped his nose playfully against hers and smiled broadly. K.C.'s heart fluttered in that moment.

"You really do look good tonight," he offered softly. The buck pivoted and she watched the engrossing side to side of his bare, toned buttocks as he left for the fire again.

K.C. suddenly noticed Hazel behind her as she cleared her throat, beaming with satisfaction. She accentuated each mischievous word, "What did I tell you?"

* * *

The firelight was obscured by broad leaves in the inky night, but the air was alive with a chorus of unseen crickets and the distant murmur of her clanmates. A sliver of cool moonlight peaked through the trees onto the young doe squatting among the thick bushes. K.C. heaved a sigh, swaying side to side in the awkward stance as she planted a pair of fingers on her vulva and shook the last persistent drops from her lips. The ground beneath was still soaking up the pool of urine, pungent with her seasonal hormones.

"So, he finally came around . . ." she mumbled quietly to herself, barely articulating. "And I thought I'd run out of options . . ."

She continued shaking her damp lips to get the very last drops to fall, and idly continued doing so.

"I liked Evan. I woulda fucked him. I woulda fucked him every day, in the middle of the village . . ." She sighed. "Thank the stars we've got Bryn back, 'cause I need this. I really need it this season . . ."

She breathed deeply, fingers sinking into the plush fur of her fatty mound. The image returned to her, Bryn standing there, tall and confident. She remembered the fleeting touch of his body against hers, their lips so deliciously, temptingly, rebelliously close. Under her fingers, the young doe felt the growing bump of her clitoris, stiffer, more pronounced, and she shivered at the touch. She moaned to herself, "Oh, fuuuuck . . ." and was suddenly rubbing hard circles over the protruding pink hood.

With lewd indulgence, she remembered the swaying length of his penis, warm firelight dancing over the naked, swelling skin. She dwelled on his sizeable balls and those long, covert glances she cast when Bryn was telling the story of his travels. It stirred a wanting, agonizing heat inside her.

I wanna nuzzle those massive breeder balls . . . I wanna lick all over that sac . . .

Little whines escaped her muzzle as she imagined the scenario and, her head already dizzy, she tumbled backwards onto the leafy ground. Legs spread wide in that vulnerable position, vulva exposed to the dark forest, she plunged a pair of fingers needily inside and imagined the buck mounting her.

Yeah, slide that fat dick inside me, Bryn--feel how wet and horny I am. Yeah, fuck my tight pussy--breed me . . .

She freely gave in to the sudden lust, fingering herself vigorously. She squirmed with her back on the cool bed of fallen leaves, imagining the strong buck taking her then and there. She pictured the swing of his heavy, full-grown testicles as he pounded her with lustful abandon, like a wild animal.

"I really need this," she moaned aloud, losing herself in the fantasy.

As a curious girl, K.C. had seen on many occasions what happens during the rut. Drawn by the moans and grunts of horny couples, she furtively watched from the bushes as they mated, enthralled by the hulking males thrusting powerfully into their does, and especially by the wanton sway of their prominent balls; to her, it was the surest (and most mesmerizing) feature of a grown buck. And what was once a naughty indulgence, she would finally experience for herself.

Keep going--keep going! Cum in me! I wanna feel your hot cum fill me!

She scrunched her muzzle, thrusting her fingers rapidly in her dripping vagina, making loud, wet noises. The tingling grew to a swelling wave of hot, lustful pleasure and, gritting her teeth, tensing every needy muscle, the burning wave crashed over her. The shaking doe was lost in spasms of ecstasy as new juices flowed readily from within her, bathing her fingers in slippery warmth. K.C. collapsed, sprawled naked and spent in the nighttime forest.

"Fuuuuck . . ." She panted heavily, head spinning as she caught her breath. "The real thing better be that good."