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Based as a continuation of Cederwyn Whitefurrs Hunters moon series https://www.sofurry.com/view/148236

Cassiopeia and Pelnak and the Hunters Moon series on which this is based © Cederwyn Whitefurr used written and posted with permission and some editorial assistance

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Hunters moon New Moon Rising

Deep in a unmapped forest where humans fear to tread for few ever return and those who do never speak of it, a lone red stag wanders finally free of the cursed humans who would hunt him for their trophy wall, But this forest has many secrets to protect...

The stag snorted his nose scanning the winds for signs of danger ears swivelling like radars for any sign of trouble, he steps forward onto the clearing noting the smaller deer perked to attention likewise looking at this unusually large and oddly coloured deer entering their domain, satisfied all was well he lowered his head unconcerned and began feeding his tired body, the journey here had taken many years from his native lands in Europe.

The wind shifts a distant scent of blood snaps him to attention, part of him is attracted to it with a morbid curiosity his need to eat momentarily forgotten he steps forth in the direction of the winds.

*

"Dammit!"

Far away Cassiopeia curses quietly as her fawn shifts and kicks a tender spot Pelnak startle's awake pricks his ears instantly awake ready to protect his family from danger at hearing his beloved sweet doe curse.

"It's nothing to be concerned about dear our fawns a fighter is all." Cassiopeia says tiredly.

Pelnak sighs "Oh for a moment I thought... never mind it doesn't matter just a false alarm"

Cassiopeia grins and wiggles closer on their bed of ferns flicking her tail to tickle his sheath.

"Oh you tease" Pelnak whispers nibbling the back of her neck tenderly as his length emerges and slides into the warm slit on offer.

*

Several days later...

*

The stag having tracked the scent of blood to a grizzly scene the dismembered rotting corpse of a human hunter, throat ripped out rifle bent around a tree branch like a vine, Sneering at the sight both pleased and pitying the death of a hunter that clearly tackled something greater than himself and lost, but what could possibly do that way out here?

Closing his eyes he focuses his senses searching silently for everything he can learn about this new threat.

A scent of blood not human but cervid faint but there he moves towards it eyes closed concentrating on it, his nose at this close range tells him there's something different here the scent is cervid but there's something more something he should be wary of and best to be avoided.

Curiosity overruling his urge to flee there could be an injured cousin out here in need of his help, he raises his head and searches the wind for this cervid scent.

Finding a hoof print on the ground the interdigital glands waxy signature matching the scent within the blood he smelled earlier he begins to track it soon finding a second set of prints alongside again something is different about this second scent as he follows.

Meanwhile a memory tugs the back of his mind just out of reach like he should know what this scent is. Looking up he see the tracks heading for a gap between two distant mountain's,

"That looks like a likely place to look" he speaks to no one but the forest, his stomach twists his hunger returning he takes advantage of the lush clearing and feeds up large knowing there is a long way yet to travel and there is an unknown danger yet to front.

*

A week later The stag sees a whitetail doe across the clearing, he has been care full to stalk this doe catching her scent a while ago watching her from just within the tree line making sure to stay downwind. His mind screaming warnings over her scent struggling to dig into his memory as to what it is about that scent he should know, coming up blank like the countless other times he probed his memory asking this question he decides to find out directly and stomps hard on a fallen branch snapping it loudly

Cassiopeia is out feeding her unborn fawn relaxed for a change while she feeds ravenously on the spring growth a branch snaps loudly breaking the tranquillity as surely as a gunshot. Surprised Cassiopeia jumps snapping to full alert starting when she sees an animal native to Europe that should never be here.

A large fiery red coat standing out against the tree line opposite the clearing black on the belly and chest adorning a large red deer stag standing 1.5 meters at the shoulder carrying a solid and grace full set of 14 point antlers looking at her quizzically, a stiff hoof in the middle of a broken branch clearly the source of the disturbance that drew her attention.

She watches as this oddity steps forth into the clearing what business does he have here? What right does he have to intrude on their territory? She smirks well there are other things to eat today and slowly approaches him.

The stag cocks his head at the speed at which she reacts to the branch breaking, such a speed is not natural to a feral deer of any species an image begins to form in his mind of something told to him long ago he steps forward into the clearing noting her change in posture from one of fright to an annoyed curling of the lips a sharp predatory incisors glinting briefly,

"THERIAN!" his mind finally screams all the pieces fall into place and he knows the danger he now faces as she approaches. Careful not to tip his hand he plays the dumb deer mock feeding in the clearing.

Cassiopeia sees him lower his head to feed, this cannot be allowed he is too big if he stays he will eat food that her family needs to grow and survive! She charges her sharp incisors ready to rend flesh not noticing the classic cervid ploy to expose a predator his eyes tracking her every movement calculating anticipating she goes for the jugular no need to drag this out a quick kill will end this issue she leaps for the kill but a blur of red and sky and a solid thump as she hits the ground on her back she cries out in surprise with pain searing in her neck.

Pelnak hears his beloveds cry of surprise this is NO false alarm! This is a serious call of distress! He sprints for the clearing arriving in seconds not believing what he sees.

The stag sees Cassiopeia tense for an attack. She's fast far faster than any deer could ever be! He calculated the strategy will be to end the fight before it can begin.

He rocks rearwards on his legs and turns his head to the now airborne doe as she sails past where his neck had been a moment before.

He thrusts his head downwards side of his antlers knocking her to the ground rotating her in the process to land on her back stunned with a surprised bleat.

She moaned, feeling canid jaws locked deep in her neck the incisors poised to sever the spinal cord and tear her throat out yet carefully position to not damage anything important. Submissively, she relents, laying still. She can breath and her arteries and veins are at present undamaged.

Pelnak is looking at a strange large feral deer that has somehow pinned his beloved to the ground. He begins to rush to her aid but hears a deep voice growls warningly.

"Stay where you are, Therian or your mate and fawn die."

Cassiopeia and Pelnak both start in surprise, how could a feral speak in Therian tongue let alone seaming over power Cassiopeia? Something is not right here and now Pelnak looks closer to see the depth of the stags bite in the neck.

"No, stay back my love!" Cassiopeia not resisting telling him the threat is real.

Pelnak decides to try and stall for time "Who are you and why have you attacked?"

The stag kept his eye on Pelnak remembering the fragments of history of his people and of the Therian

"Therian, I came here out of curiosity, I meant no harm or ill will until I was attacked and forced to defend myself by your mate here"

Cassiopeia cried out, then whimpered. "You are a threat to our survival!"

Pelnak was surprised "Cassiopeia! Is what he says true? Did you attack him without provocation?"

Tears streaming from her eyes she carefully nodded still in the unyielding grip of another predator.

Pelnak caught her scent the scent was different her attitude was completely out of character but what could...

Of course "Cassiopeia I think you may be having a brief hormonal imbal..."

"SHUT UP!!!" Cassiopiea whimpered, tears sliding down her muzzle as she quivered in terror.

The stag interrupted snapping his thumb and for hoof

"Excuse me but this situation is hardly the time for a lovers quarrel."

Pelnak did a double take how could he not have noticed that this stag has thumbs what the hell is this thing?

Cassiopeia spoke next "So what now? Are we to remain in a dead lock until we perish?"

The stag snorted softly. "Way I see it now? That things are in the open its become clear that it's a big misunderstanding"

He carefully disengaged his deadly bite and stepped back a few paces spitting out the blood from his mouth.

Pelnak raced to his beloved does side "Are you ok? This wound...wait..."

As he looked the wound was precise; cuts deep but thin looking like they were made by the finest surgeon with the best of scalpels. As he stared, they shrunk then closed, Very little blood was on her coat around this wound. In seconds it appeared no more serious than a scratch!. A few more heartbeats, there was no sign of anything having been wrong other than the remaining traces of blood on the fur. Certainly she had been injured more by that bullet from that stupid hunter a month earlier.

Cassiopeia rolled to her belly then stood shaking with the aftermath of adrenaline still surging through her body

Turning to face the stag with a look of daggers in her eyes she asked "What the HELL are you?"

He cocked his head. Then shook it incredulously.

"What? How can you not know what I am? Our peoples have coexisted for centuries since before the oceans rose and closed the land bridges between two landmasses, Have you never heard of the Fèidh"

Cassiopeia and Pelnak looked at each other questionably before returning to the Stag

"No we haven't"

"I see, that explains a few things, is there somewhere we can go to talk this may take some time to explain"

Cassiopeia replied "We do not know you! You do not know us! it would be unwise to trust you. So no you can explain here."

With a sigh, the stag knelt down, making himself less imposing to the two Therian's.

"As you wish, my name is Elaphus of the Fèidh clan of the mountain forest, you may call me Ely for short. The Fèidh are essentially the European cousins of the Therian's both sharing a common ancestor I assume that you are aware of your species origins?"

Pelnak looked again at the tense Cassiopeia who still stood ready to defend her family at the slightest sign of trouble from Ely before replying "To be honest? No not really"

Ely sighed,

"That is a shame I'm a little sketchy on the details myself, I had hoped to learn more about our shared history. However I will tell you what I know. Millennia ago there were many races of all species, feral ascended and humans. For a long time they coexisted in balance, the predators would hunt the herbivores who would be ever alert to avoid being eaten."

"Natural order of Nature - " Cassiopiea nodded. "I know this..."

"Well," Resumed the stag with a snort of displeasure. "Within the Ascended's are what are now days referred to by humans as Were's. though there are very few that remain today and those who do are well hidden, My mother said she knew of the Lupids, the Macropin the Therians and the Fèidh."

"Who?" Pelnak blinked, then yelped as Cassiopia bit his ear.

"Again, as I was saying..." Grumbled the Stag, as he was interrupted again. "The therian and Fèidh have a cervidian ancestry however at some point a Lupid fell in love with a cervidian and normally such a union would be incompatible but in this case they bore many offspring and they in turn had descendant's that would become the Therian and Fèidh."

He paused, letting this sink in, both the Therian's glanced at each other, then back at the Red Deer Stag.

"Therian's would eventually end up migrating to what is now the Americas via the northern land bridges of the ice age while the Fèidh roamed Europe and Asia. The Lupid genes are where we get our predatory inclinations and anatomical differences from our feral counterparts, in the past we were able to command magic's however that seems to be a dormant trait and has become increasingly rare and I've not encountered any one that seems to hold that ability though in honestly I've only encountered four others after my family perished."

Ely paused again, then flicked an ear before he glanced at the two Therians clearly curious now with an almost distant look in their eyes while they processed this information.

Cassiopeia spoke first finally relaxing her posture and casually scratching her left ear "I see, all my life father never mentioned any of this to me but I'm curious what happened to your family?"

Ely slumped at the pain full memory a tear welling up before falling to spatter in the dirt below "I... I'm sorry... It's not something I wish to discuss "

Pelnak and Cassiopeia were surprised at this, clearly he had been through something horrific only now they noticed a gap in Ely's coat above his right shoulder clearly a scar yet for all her battles and all the bullets hunters had hit her with she never bore any evidence they had ever occurred.

A sudden wiind shift then both Pelnak and Cassiopeia smell an attractive scent on the wind like a cinnamon but with deeper undertones Pelnak's body responds without thought as the first few inches of his length emerge.

Cassiopeia notices, then giggles shyly, before it wafts across her nostrils. Involuntarily she breathes deep, her eyes widening and the scent affecting her equally as her folds begin to pulse rapidly

Ely notices this change in them and immediately circles downwind of them the scent now gone they recover their senses.

Cassiopeia starts "What the hell was that?"

She shakes her head, as if clearing it, her folds still twitching with the effects while Pelnak retracts his length dripping pre.

Ely replies "I'm sorry my body is beginning to cycle the effects are very strong among feral deer and I had no idea they would be this disruptive."

Pelnak shudders before asking "that scent was not a male scent it was definitely female."

Cassiopeia nods in agreement

Ely sighs "I'm a hermaphrodite. I have both sexes though it appears I'm not compatible with our feral counterparts though they are certainly enjoyed during the rut." His body quivers with need now he smells Pelnak's pre on the ground as it wafts on the wind Ely's tip protrudes from his sheath a drop of pre forming slowly eyes glazing over at the thoughts of what that buck could do to him.

While Ely is obviously distracted Cassiopeia moves fast eyes half lidded, seductively winking at Pelnak as she approaches from the side lowering her head a little and reaching her tongue out under the belly of Ely's much larger body to taste that tantalizing droplet.

Ely fights his bodies urge to breed, mind fighting for control as this situation is not yet stable and there is still real and deadly danger here.

Suddenly a shock bolts up his spine fuelling the feral side's desire as his cock spurts a jet of pre down Cassiopeia's surprised muzzle. His downward pointed tip snaps out of the sheath to its full 15" length though the curl of her tongue wrapped around his length. The taste she gets is unreal, like a strawberry infused with a superhot chili the desire practically burning on her palette while she feels the base of the tip throb on her tongue.

Cassiopeia is a little dismayed the length is too long for her to enjoy in the traditional cervine sense. Especially as she is heavy with Pelnak's unborn fawn within her! One false move or loss of control could break the cervical seal and threaten her fawn,

Still it is tasty and almost addictive she licks the tip locking her lips around it to capture every drop while her body responds in kind, her sex swelling turning a deep pink while leaking drops of arousal internally her walls flutter uncontrolled.

Ely meanwhile is frozen while his mind is forced to reboot at the unexpected pleasure emanating from his groin. Gradually he regains he rational mind but is powerless to resist those baser instincts to breed. His legs frozen he instead turns his neck and head to observe Cassiopeia. With her head out of sight beneath his belly, her tail raises and he sees an invitation he can no longer resist. Her tail flagging, the pulse of her labial folds... Smiling he leans his neck a little more and takes a teasing lick of her sticky arousal.

Cassiopeia jumps at the sensation inadvertently swallowing 9 inches of Ely's length down her throat. In the process gaining a moan and a stronger spurt of pre from the stag above. She gasps, feeling his tongue rub her clit hard as it took a deeper sample of her honey in return she clamps down her slit rewarding Ely with a spurt of arousal...

Pelnak meanwhile has not been idle. In the minutes that have transpired he has also taken advantage of the opening Cassiopeia created. He circled around to Ely's rump keeping low and in Ely's blind spot. While his muzzle is buried beneath Cassiopeia's fluffy white tail, he took the opportunity that presented itself. His muzzle slips under Ely's upraised tail, smelling the scent of a receptive and willing Doe.

Ely's heat swollen winking slit the scent form earlier is multiplied this close enveloping his senses like a blanket. Pelnak can not hold himself any longer - he plunges his muzzle hard into the folds, licking as deep as he can to get as much of that sweet spicy flavour as possible.

Ely's eyes roll in his head bleating into Cassiopeia's snatch at this latest distraction. His cervid length lengthening another inch as it squirts pre in rapid pulses down Cassiopeia's eager throat. No longer holding back and fighting his urges. His mind shifts and he works with those urges driving his tongue as deep as he can into Cassiopeia's willing depths.

He circles inside exploring the tight doe lightly scraping her walls to clean her nectar only for it to be replaces just as quickly. Cassiopeia is caught in a loop his pre is fuelling her arousal, which in turn arouses him more in turn produces more pre. She bleats as his tongue suddenly jumps 8 inches deep in her folds his lips pinching softly at her clit.

Pelnak has buried his muzzle deep in Ely's tunnel his nose now inside it getting gasps of air through the vigour of movement around his muzzle. Ely's legs shift outwards splaying wide lowering his rump onto Pelnak's muzzle, while Pelnak's cervid shaft is straining fully erect and dripping pre freely like a leaking tap.

Ely's rump now low enough Pelnak pushes hard, slurping as much as he can before pulling away and mounting Ely like a true buck would mount a willing doe. His forelegs gripping tight he thrust hard Ely's larger body not quite low enough yet, a moan of frustration escaping Pelnak's ensnared mind.

Ely rocked back lowering his rump just enough to sink that 9 inch cervid length into his tightly clenched tunnel. As Pelnak mounted in one quick thrust, the sensation of Ely's walls being parted in their over sensitive heated state drove reason from his mind.

Ely succumbed to instinct with Cassiopeia now taking his length fully down her throat. Her breathing struggled, and her strong throat muscles stroking its full length as her tongue caressed his ribbed base where it became the furred sheath. His spicy scent strong here drawing her full senses into the task the feel of his tongue. Ely's pulse of his length smells of his scent with the arousal of her mate the sounds of feral grunts and bleats echoing in the forest.

Pelnak was equally lost, buried as deep as he could go into Ely thrusting wildly without restraint driven by the tight slick confines of the tunnel around him. It wasn't as tight as his beloved sweet doe however. Yet the scent in his nostrils and fillling his muzzle from his earlier explorations ruling his senses as he thrust deeper still driving he soaked foamy sheath into Ely's hot wet hole. Cassiopiea and Pelnak surrendered to instinct. They couldn't help it.

They worked in concert pushing each other higher and higher until finally Cassiopeia fell first over the precipice. Clenching tight in her orgasmic realise that would normally crush a lesser creature that was inside her.

Ely only barely able to keep slurping against the onslaught Cassiopeia's shuddering release working over his length pulling him with her off the edge. As he thrust hard into her throat length growing molten hot as solid jets of sticky fertile seed filled her belly.

Pelnak snorted in alarm, as Ely's groin crushed down on his muzzle, then Ely bleated long and loud. His folds spasmed and milked Pelnak's length buried inside desperate to suck his balls dry and then some.

Pelnak gripped the hips tighter pulling up and thrusting into the clenching hole like a rabid jackhammer before hooking his rear legs over Ely's splayed legs and thrusting even deeper to spurt his load deep.

All three released in concert for a solid 4 minutes as the pleasure was an endless loop. Ely reluctanly broke the circle, crumbling to his knees, Pelnak still clenched with the depths, followed. Cassiopiea slid her head free, then hung her head, a drool of this stag's semen dribbling from her muzzle as she panted, her flanks heaving.

Ely rolled onto his side, panting and shaking, as Pelnak gasped, his breath hot and broken.

Pelnak within this strange doe, her folds gripping him in a hot, merciless clasp. He couldn't dismount if he'd tried - not that he tried - his mind overwhelmed. Pelnak had a moment to catch his breath, still thrusting, but with way less reckless force.

Cassiopiea blinked, then lay herself down against the stags belly. With a few awkward wriggles, she gasped and felt the half-erect cervine pressed against her receptive folds.

After another minute of heavy panting, Ely's softened cock returned to a solid state within Cassiopeia, draping a foreleg over her to hold her still, mindful of her heavy, swollen belly.

Pelnak grunted, feeling Ely's warm folds squeeze down again and again, swiftly bringing Pelnak back to full arousal. Pelnak once again started up his thrusting while Ely grunted.

With a loud slurp, Ely pushed forwards, his slick length pushing into Cassandra's tunnel, making her squeal in pleasure. How Ely controlled himself, Cassandra didn't know, as the fear was quickly washed away in the pleasure this Stag brought her.

For hours, they mated again and again.

Pelnak gave Ely everything he had, his final orgasm lifting the smalller Whitetail off his hind hooves, as Ely grunted and chuckled. With a gasp, pelnak emptied himself into Ely's depths, then he shuddered and his eyes rolled back and he slumped onto Ely's back.

Cassiopeia began panting, then as Ely bit gently on her nape - his teeth pricking - but not breaking - the fur and flesh, Cassiopiea's head snapped back and she squealed long and loud. Her orgasm startled even Ely with its force and strength. He shuddered, barely keeping himself from driving his entire length into her, as he felt the disturbed fawn kick and roll within Cassiopiea's belly.

Cassiopiea gasped and shuddered, before there was a soft thud. Ely blinked, then nudged Cassiopia's head, watching as it rocked from side to side, the doe unconscious and exhausted gasps escaping her.

Ely snickered and lay there, feeling Pelnak's semi-erect length still held tight, Cassiopiea's vaginal walls still sucking and slurping at Ely's length.

"Whitetails..." Ely grunted, then chuckled, resting his head gently on Cassiopea's neck and half-closing his eyes.

He was exhausted, but had proven one thing - the Red Deer still outlasted the more hyperactive and smaller Whitetail. He glanced at the horizon, setting sun casting its last, dying rays towards the sky.

An hour later the clouds had closed in and a light rain began falling.

"Urf - " Pelnak moaned, as he shuddered and woke from his exhausted sleep, then stepped backwards, sliding out of Ely and standing on shaking cloven hooves.

Ely snorted, then carefully slid his leg off Cassiopiea who moaned and crept forwards, then gasped as she felt the slick wetness of the gift this enigmatic stag had filled her with dribbled down from her groin. She dismounted him, then crawled on her knees, staggering to her hooves and shuddering in the rain that began falling.

"What...happened - " Cassiopeia gasped, as she blinked and shook herself.

"Come," Said the Stag, as he rolled to his knees and stood, towering over the two smaller Cervids. "Let us get out of the rain." A few minutes travelling - the two Whitetail's slow and hobbling along, Pelnak led the three to a sheltered rock cave adorned with thick mosses and fern strewn benches for sleeping,

"Sorry - " Pelnak mumbled, as he glanced sideways at Ely. "It's only really for myself and Cassiopiea..."

Smiling, Ely nodded and laid himself down on the rocky floor, settling in and watching the two Whitetail, with Cassiopiea laying herself against the wall, Pelnak laying firmly against her belly.

Interesting... Ely's mind thought to itself. He's very protective of his mate, this is good to see.

"At least tonight, I'll be out of the rain - so thank you both, now, rest young one's, tomorrow..."

Ely blinked, both Whitetail's were out cold in seconds.

With a low chuckled, he laid his chin on the ground and smiled to himself.

"Maybe not all the magick is gone... After all, tomorrow is a new day..."

END?