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Rutting Season

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

17th June, 2019

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Kendra leaned back on edge of the bed, her dark chocolate gloved paws splayed out, her pale hind legs the same, as she gasped and moaned. Her belly heavy with her first child, she panted and shuddered. Nobody had told her at the Clinic, what it'd be like to have a child - especially one conceived from what was _supposedly_an infertile companion.

Kendra's dark ears flicked back, then she turned her head, glancing sidelong at her partner and beloved mate. Just two years old, the Whitetail stag was a perfect imitation of a feral buck of his species.

The Inteli-Pet Corporation had gone to extraordinary lengths, selecting and refining their animal database, until they had the most perfect specimens. He was perfect - in every way that mattered - and in - one - way - he was exceptional.

He slept blissfully, unmindful of Kendra's discomfort and pain. She heard the slow, deep breaths of the feral stag laying behind her, his head resting on a pillow, dark eyelids closed and his breathing soft and regular.

Semen soaked her labial folds and the bed where she had lain - an unfortunate after effect of the passionate lovemaking her and this stag had done last night. Sure, Kendra felt ashamed in some ways - but as the Veterinarian had told her a the Clinic - within reason - sex was fine, so long as she was on top and careful.

Kendra and her beloved companion had not exactly been - careful - her groin ached almost as much as her belly, from the frantic kicks and tumbling of the fawn inside her. Kendra sighed and then gasped, as another powerful kick from the fawn made her bite her lower lip and whimper softly.

Panting, the Elk Doe winced as her unborn fawn inside her kicked her womb and tossed, almost as if the fawn was distressed or uncomfortable.

"Please rest little one," Kendra panted in between the painful kicks. "Know I love you, and you will soon be free of your confining place."

As if hearing her, the brutal kicks eased and finally settled, as Kendra shuddered and took a few moments of deep breaths to ease the pain. Her body was wet with sweat, so she awkwardly climbed off the bed, her paws clutching at the mound of her furred stomach. Her cloven hooves were muffled on the thick carpet as she stepped into the bathroom, where they clicked hollowly on the tiled floor.

Turning on the shower, Kendra adjusted the temperature to a few degrees below scalding the fur off her body, before she stepped into the shower and lifted her muzzle up to its hot spray. For thirty minutes, she let the water rush over her, as she sighed and felt the tensions and discomfort sluice away - before her ears flicked and then she gasped, feeling strong forelegs drape over her shoulder and a familiar pressure pressed against her tail and began stamping its hooves, trying to mount.

"Willow, no!" Kendra squeaked, before the stag moved again, then she gasped as he drove half his length into her anal passage and began gripping her tightly with his forelegs.

Nuzzling her neck as he twitched from hoof to hoof, Willow thrust his hips against hers, unmindful of the hot water that cascaded over them both, as his weight slowly pushed Kendra down, her knees bending and he grunted in pleasure, before thrusting quickly and sheathing himself inside her. Kendra barely had time to grip his pale ankles, before Willow snorted and bucked - the strong jets of his semen spurting deep into Kendra's body.

"Damn it Willow!" Kendra gasped, as she panted and shuddered.

He held the awkward mating position for a few more moments, before he grunted and dismounted, then stood in the shower, snorting and shaking his head, the water soaking him from nose to mid-back.

"Serves you right!" Kendra growled, but her voice lacked any menace.

she slowly turned around and lifted his head up, the young Whitetail gazing up at her, before he sneezed and shut his eyes from the stinging water. Kendra reached back and adjusted the shower rose, before she tapped him on the muzzle with her index finger, then waggled it back and forth at him.

Willow looked at her, before he bleated and flagged his tail, then his lips closed around her finger and began lightly suckling, like a fawn would its mothers teat.

"Oh no, don't play the innocent fawn routine with me!" Kendra snorted, then removed her fingers from his muzzle. "I don't mind your - affections - Willow, you know that, but you frightened me half to death young one!"

"You understand that, don't you? I got to be careful, I'm with fawn - very close to birthing my - our- fawn. You can share your affections with me - but we got to be more careful and gentle!"

Willow blinked, before he shook his head, then nervously nuzzled at her teats. Kendra was unlike most deer Anthromorphs, in that instead of human like breasts - due to some genetic throwback to her feral ancestors, she had four teats and an udder,just like a feral deer. Willow nuzzled her upper two teats, before he flagged his tail and Kendra laughed quietly, before she nodded and he eagerly began nursing from her. Kendra grunted and relaxed, letting the sweet, hot milk flow, as the young stag's tail flagged happily, his nose pressed against Kendra's udder as he suckled, his tongue pressed under the teat and swallowing her hot milk.

"Gentle little one!" Kendra admonished him as he became a little too eager, bunting her udder with his head.

For thirty minutes, Willow suckled, until at last Kendra's milk was dry and he lovingly licked her udder and teats, gazing up at her and flagging his tail happily. Kendra smiled and reached down, tenderly scratching behind his ears, before she reached back and turned off the shower.

"Come on, I need breakfast, and I imagine you're quite hungry - how many times did we mate last night? Five, six? I can't remember..."

He uttered a bark, and Kendra snorted, then looked at him. "Seven? I don't...oh, that explains why I'm so sore then!"

Nodding, Willow stepped from the shower, then stood patiently as Kendra used a broad, fluffy towel to dry him off, then another to dry herself. As she reached behind her and began drying her back, Willow pressed his nose to her belly, then gave a long, deep lick of her wet, sticky labial folds, before his nose crinkled and he sneezed, then coughed and using his tongue, licked away the semen and Kendra's own vaginal fluids.

"That will teach you, won't it?" Kendra laughed, then held his muzzle in one paw, using the towel to wipe it off. "I haven't had a chance to - well - clean myself there yet!"

Willow snorted again and shook his head, his displeasure at the taste evident in his expression.

"Well, be patient Willow, I know its rutting season for your kind, but you're trained better than that!"

Willow hung his head, then with his left hoof, he scuffed at the ground, a blatant sign he was embarrassed and ashamed.

"I know its hard my love," Kendra sighed, as she rested a paw on his neck. "Truly, do you not think I don't suffer during the rut as well?"

He looked up, his ears pricking forwards, before he bleated and timidly flagged his tail.

"Yes, you're forgiven, now, come along - I need breakfast!"

Happily, Willow followed her out to the kitchen.

*

Here, Kendra poured his special deer feed into a large bowl, then set it down on the floor. Willow frowned and pushed it around for a while with his nose, before he looked at her and barked once - before he moved from one hoof to the other impatiently.

"Willow, you've got to be..." Kendra blinked.

Kendra breathed deeply through her nostrils, smelling the stag's strong, musky scent, for his hormones were running wild, and his impulses were barely kept in check. With a deep blush, Kendra shivered and splayed her paws out on the table, bending her hips slightly. Willow wasted no time, rising on his hind legs, then moving forwards, grunting as Kendra winced and gripped his ankles and slid them either side of her chest, so they rested on the table top.

With a few abortive thrusts, and grunts of frustration, Kendra lowered her hips a little further, then she moaned as Willow twitched then thrust - his firm length driving into Kendra's quivering vaginal folds, sliding deep until he was fully inside of her. Kendra squirmed, instinctual muscular control gripping the stag's shaft, before Willow shuddered and bucked - another strong, pleasing ejaculation squirting into Kendra's willing depths, before some dribbled out and spattered onto the black and white checker-board floor tiles.

"Oh..." Kendra sighed, feeling her lovers strong ejaculation, before he shuddered and danced nervously on his hind hooves.

Again, he twitched and his hips thrust - this time - with enough force to lift his hind hooves off the ground, as Kendra grunted and bit down on her lower lip to stop the loud, piercing squeal of pleasure from escaping her - and probably awakening the neighbours. A second, equally enjoyable orgasm filled Kendra to overflowing, before Willow shuddered and slid off her, dropping back to all four hooves and shuddering.

Her paws splayed out on the table, Kendra shuddered and panted, a drool of saliva oozing from her muzzle and splattering on the table, before she sank into a chair and sat there, shuddering.

"I love rutting season - " Kendra panted, then winced as her fawn gave another sharp, brutal kick.

"Don't worry little one - " Kendra whispered, as she gently stroked her swollen belly.

Willow nuzzled her, then eagerly dropped is head and began devouring his breakfast.

"Willow my love," Kendra smiled, as she reached down to stroke his back swept ears. "I wish, in hindsight, I'd have had you imprinted with the ability to talk my love..."

Willow looked up at her, his ears flicking forwards, before he grunted and barked, then returned to his breakfast.

"Yes, my dear, sweet stag - I love you too..."

END