The Forest
It was early noon on a crisp November day when Anthony decided to take a stroll. Snapping up his black wool coat and wrapping his neck up in his maroon scarf, the buck walked out of his secluded cottage and into the brisk, biting weather. A tiny shiver went down his spine as he made his way to the public hiking area in the woods. The cold never usually bothered him, but things seemed to be different that day.
Being the superior woodsman that he is, it didn't take him too long to get lost. It didn't faze him, though; he's done it countless times before. He used to freak out (though he would never admit it) when he first moved to the area. Now, he just saw it as an adventure.
Taking in a deep breath of fresh air, Anthony was finally starting to unwind. Even the most excessive troubles in his life seemed to wash away whenever he went to the forest. He made his way past teenage rabbits making out (it figures) and a tiger getting ready for winter skiing as he walked to a hidden path. Not only was this the most beautiful path of the park, but it was a place that no one else knew of... that is, until that day.
What our favorite loner-buck didn't know was that there was a beautiful doe right behind him. She'd been watching him for a while now. She had fancied him ever since he moved to town, but she was too shy to do anything about it. She'd been taking some classes on self-assertion for a while, and figured that day was the best day to see if they worked, especially once she saw him in his new tight jeans.
Anthony made his way through the rich vegetation, completely unaware of his newly found follower. Swiftly yet playfully he made his way through the woods, cracking twigs and crackling leaves with every step. Anthony kept walking as the stranger fervently followed. Hours passed until he finally stopped by a sparkling river.
The mysterious woman quietly watched as he squatted by the water and took a drink. Almost falling, he quickly straightened up as he heard a little giggle. Ears twitching, straining to hear all the noises around him, he turned around, as if trying to catch the noise in all its playful glory. Searching the woods, he found nothing there.
He shrugged it off and continued to drink as the giggle came to play again. This time, he feigned ignorance, his tail twitching playfully. He concentrated solely on the river as the bemused doe decided to move closer. He chuckled to himself as he heard twigs snapping in the cool shadows.
"Well, hello." He said, a smirk growing upon his muzzle.
He slowly turned around to face his friendly stalker. The doe was clad in a heavy-knit argyle sweater and cream colored cargo pants. Her auburn hair hung down a little past her shoulders in a loose ponytail. He was attracted to every part of her body, right down to her newly polished hooves. A rosy blush tinted her cheeks as the buck subconsciously checked her out, and in the back of his mind he wondered if the blush covered her entire body.
"Hey," The doe timidly replied. "I saw you walking all by your stony lonesome, and I figured you might want some company."
"What if I wanted to be by myself?" Anthony chuckled to himself as the mysterious doe tried to stammer out a response.
"Hey, it's all right. Don't worry about it. You look familiar, have we met before?" The doe's blush grew brighter upon hearing this question.
"We may have bumped into each other once or twice in town. My name's Lenore." Anthony took a seat on a close-by stump as he pondered her response.
"That's a beautiful name, Lenore."
"Thank you," She crept closer to Anthony and continued, "my mother was an English professor."
Lenore kneeled to the side of Anthony's makeshift chair. For the first time, their eyes really met. The buck's icy grey irises focused only on the doe's deep mahogany ones. When she gave him a genuine smile, something started to grow inside of him.
"My name's Anthony." He coarsely whispered as he offered his hand. Lenore happily took it in a firm and somehow graceful shake.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Anthony." Her giggle floated through the wooded area, harmonizing with the babbling brook behind them.
They sat there, hand in hand, heartbeats slowly increasing. Anthony started to slowly graze the top of Lenore's hand with his thumb. Her breath hitched at the glorious feel of this slight sensation. Heat was radiating off of him, and it wasn't just his fur. She shyly looked away, and when Anthony could no longer see her hypnotizing eyes, he crashed back into the real world. Clearing his throat, he let go of her hand and quickly stood up.
"I think I should get going." The buck stated. He started to feel self-conscious and awkward under Lenore's gaze. He just wanted to go home and think of his run-in with the beauty before him, maybe even have a little fun, but the doe had other plans.
As he turned away, Lenore grabbed his arm. When he turned around, she quickly pulled him into a kiss. For a moment, he wanted to break away and run home. He wasn't stupid; he knew how this would turn out. This, like all his other relationships, would start out passionate and magical, but it would end in tears and torment. That is, if this was even the start of a relationship. He didn't want to go through another one night stand, but with the way he was reacting to her body, quitting now wasn't an option.
The self-assertion classes were definitely helping, she thought. She slowly slid her tongue inside his mouth, really tasting him for the first time. The intrusion of his mouth caused his animal instincts to charge out of him. Wrapping his arms around her, his tongue fought hers for dominance. Twisting, twirling, whirling around each other; the fight was exciting and arousing.
Without warning, the doe ground her body against Anthony's crotch, forcing a deep groan to pass through his lips and into hers. She felt the slight bulge in his jeans beginning to harden. She guided him to a tree to lean on, and, without a single hesitation, Lenore unzipped Anthony's fly and stuck her hand inside. They both gasped at contact, the buck from arousal, and the doe from the size of his member. They stared into each other's eyes as Anthony urged her to continue.
Stepping back, Lenore slowly undid the button to his pants. She kneeled before the buck while sliding down his tight jeans, taking his boxers with her. Before her hung a nearly eight inch cock, standing fully at attention. Her lips slowly wrapped around the tip of his shaft, eliciting a guttural cry from the buck. She tentatively bobbed her head up and down on his throbbing deer-meat, each movement being met by his short thrusts. His pre-cum mixed in with her hot saliva as sweat started to bead on his forehead. Giving the buck so much pleasure caused Lenore to start getting wet, herself.
Anthony couldn't take the tension anymore. He pulled Lenore off his cock and whipped off his scarf and coat. Pinning her to the tree, he nearly ripped her sweater off. Underneath her top resided a lacy bra that matched the white in her argyle. The clasps were no match for the buck as he proceeded to tear off her clothes. Her pants and underwear quickly fell to the ground as Anthony positioned her for entrance.
Lenore moaned as Anthony slid inside her with ease. Her pussy was practically dripping with arousal. Her hips bucked with every movement her lover made. Massaging her breasts with shaking hands, he leaned his head forward to take a nipple in his mouth. When his tongue snaked out to taste the hard nub, the doe moaned so loud it drowned out all other sounds in the surrounding area. Pumping harder and harder, the buck picked up Lenore's legs as she wrapped them around his back.
Grabbing her ass, Anthony switched to the other breast and lightly scraped his teeth against her nipple. Crying out in pleasure, she started to claw at the bark of the tree. Her muscles became taut and her inner-walls tightened around his cock. The buck grunted at the feeling of this wonderful sensation. He started to whimper as he rode her harder.
Her juices slowly started to drip down her thighs as she began to shake. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he thrust for the last time. Anthony's eyes shut tightly as his semen squirted inside of her. After he carefully pulled out, Lenore stuck a hand in between her legs to get a sample of his ejaculation. A quiet moan escaped her mouth as she sucked on her finger.
After they got some energy back, they cleaned themselves up, using the river as a makeshift bath. There they sat, in the woods, fully clothed once again. Sitting by the opposite side of the tree, they held each other and listened to the forest. Neither had said a word ever since their love-making.
Lenore giggled, "I hope you know that I'm not usually this easy."
"As long as you don't treat me like a piece of meat, I won't think you're easy." He joked.
Anthony walked home, the full moon lighting his path. On the way there, his mind relived the events that played out that afternoon. Only that, and a certain doe's phone number, ran through his mind. He couldn't wait until the time came to have their first date: a picnic in the forest.