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Something to Behold

It was the sound that first intrigued her. Which first drew her towards them. Then the smell. The scent of them in the air. Thick. Hot. So much so that by the time she could see them, juices were already running down the backs of her legs.

The doe bellowed in excitement, back legs trembling and a brief splash of urine streaking out across the grassy forest floor, as she set eyes upon them. Another doe and a stag, mating, though not_merely_mating as she might have suspected from the sounds and scents which had led her here. The other female was straddling a thick fallen tree trunk, her back legs barely touching the ground with the male straddling her. Around them, surrounding their hindquarters, a thick, glistening puddle of whiteness. A veritable lake of their shared lust, with yet more glistening trickles of the same combined juices dripping and running down the insides of the female's legs and dribbling down off the stag's swollen balls.

She stepped closer, legs trembling, every moment she spent watching and listening and smelling their rampant mating bringing greater arousal to her own body. Her inner muscles clenched, and she bellowed once more, begging to be bred. This male however showed no sign of even recognising her presence. No sign of ceasing or even considering anything but breeding with his current mate. He didn't thrust. He barely moved at all aside from occasionally shifting to move his feet and resecure his forelegs' grasp around the doe's body. The only extremes in their movement was in their heads, tossing and bleating and bellowing, and in the way they shook. The way they quaked and shivered against one another as wave after wave of cum gushed out from between their unceasingly, unstoppably pleasure stricken forms.

They barely seemed to even notice the newcomer, and indeed it wasn't long before she was close enough to press her face between the male's legs, to shudder and call out in desperate longing as she inhaled his rich musk and her sweet, intoxicating scent directly from their shared source. Her tongue flicked out, and the two figures jumped slightly at the new, strange contact. Heads turned and glazed, wide, unfocused eyes turned towards her. They didn't react beyond that though. Didn't call out. Didn't try to chase her off. They sure as hell didn't stop what they were doing.

Thus, she persisted. She licked. Nuzzled. She drank from between the fountain of their interlocked nether regions, and it wasn't long at all before her own mind began to grow hazy with desire. No longer was it merely the sounds and sight of their pleasure that seemed to be driving her interest, the doe could feel a deep and swelling need of her very own growing within, more and more intense by the second. She craved closeness. Companionship. A male to breed her. Hell, they didn't even have to be male. Just... someone. Something. A warm body pressed against hers.

She staggered back from the pair, face glistening and stained by their fluids, only to lunge forward once more. To thrust her forelegs up high and half leap, half teeter her way forward until she landed heavily, unceremoniously_astride_ the stag, just as he was straddling his own mate.

Again they cried out in acknowledgement, in surprise regarding her presence, but again they made no effort to move her. No effort to dissuade her presence once it became clear that, a little extra weight pressing down upon the doe aside, she wasn't trying to stop their seemingly endless union. They let her remain, and as they returned with little heed to their breeding, they left her to sense all the more the fury and passion of their shared actions. To feel the no longer subtle quivering and convulsing. To sense that indeed though they seemed still there was motion occurring, a rocking of their bodies no matter how deep and tightly the stag may have been pressed with his cock lodged in the doe's gushing pussy. She could feel everything. Every shudder of the doe beneath the stag. Every twitch of his cock, the tensing of his own musculature throughout his body betraying when his erection did likewise. Indeed, as the newcomer's own eyes fell closed in concentration she could almost imagine that those actions were being performed upon her.

She bleated, she bellowed and gasped as she found her ever increasing longing and arousal drastically enhanced by her imbibing of their shared juices. The more time that passed the more she could think of and feel the bodies moving beneath her and almost feel as though she was a part of it. Not replacing the other doe, but sharing in the same experience that she was currently undergoing at the stag's behest. She too was being bred. She too was being pleasured and filled by the male's cock and his cum. She too was being satisfied, and though she could feel the stag beneath her, feel her body grinding down_against_ his, her mind was somehow able to justify that obvious inconsistency.

When she had first set eyes upon the pair, when she had first smelled and caught the sound of their bellowing moans of non-stop pleasure upon the still forest air, they had truly been something to behold. But now, she wasn't merely an onlooker. A bystander revelling in their ecstasy. She was a part of it, and for any other creature that might have stumbled upon the fallen tree and the trio mounting one another across it, she too would be something incredible to behold. A third deer, writhing, kicking, bleating with her forelegs wrapped around a stag's midsection, and her exposed and swollen pussy flooding forth rich juices without any visible provocation.

She knew why though. She understood it. Believed it. Knew it.

She was a part of their breeding. A part of their pleasure. And though she had not been there from the start, she would hopefully remain right through until its conclusion, however many more minutes... or hours... or days, that might well take.

By Jeeves