Don't Fence Me in - Chapter One - An Unexpected Gift
Don't Fence Me in,
Chapter One - An Unexpected Gift
(c) Cederwyn Whitefurr (aka: Anthony Wain)
May, 2010,
All Rights Reserved.
Caleb was sixteen, when his father come home from a hunting trip, and brought with him a surprise - that Caleb had never expected. Nestled into his fathers prize hunting jacket, lay a Whitetail Faun - its beautiful brown coat dappled with white spots that were almost too numerous to count.
"Caleb - I - well, you're a man now, so this little one will be your responsibility, you hear me son? I expect you to keep her warm, well fed and cared for." His father admonished him, as Kaleb stare wide-eyed at the beautiful young Faun.
"Dad - I...what...how - where'd she come from?" Caleb gasped, mesmerised by the beautiful Faun's dazzling white spots.
"Old man Peterson, blind son of a bitch he is - couldn't tell a damn Doe from a Buck - and...well - this poor little thing, I couldn't bring myself to put her out of her misery - what, her mother done for and all, now - no time for talking boy, get your ass moving and get her a bed! That old crate out near the barn will do for a start, and get some clean straw - none of that old mouldy stuff, you hear me? Nice fresh straw, and get my old coat from under the staircase - use that as a bedding, then lay the straw over it. Come on boy, shift your ass before I kick it!" His father grunted.
Caleb nodded and disappeared in a flash, not minding his fathers colourful profanity, after all - growing up on the farm, with only his father (Caleb's mother had died during childbirth), it was just the place, for a young boy to grow up, learning all sorts of language, especially when his father was fixing a piece of heavy machinery, and the spanner slipped and he tore skin off his knuckles...
It didn't take long, before Caleb had a nice straw bed made for the little Faun,and he returned to the car and gently picked her up. She opened her eyes, and gazed up at Caleb with a look of pure instinctual trust - and it was in that moment, their bond was forged, and would last a lifetime....
*
Weeks turned to months, and the seasons come and went, and loyal to his word, Caleb cared for the faun, who by the next spring, had become a beautiful young Doe, her snow-white fur from the chin all the way down her throat, chest, belly and inner thighs, sparkled like newly fallen snow, whilst her white spots had slowly faded, to be replaced by a light, almost woodland brown. Caleb called her Jessica, and his father had laughed at that, but couldn't deny the bond the Doe shared with Caleb. Wherever he went on the farm, she followed him obediently, and would even stay home, if Caleb touched her neck and told her to stay. Indeed, the Doe thought the world of Caleb, often laying at night with him on the floor, the Doe resting her head on his lap as they sat near the open fireplace, his father with his feet up and smoking his pipe, after their evening meal.
"Dad - do you...do you ever think - " Caleb sighed, as he stroked the Doe's neck lovingly, and she closed her eyes, adoring her human master's gentle touch. "Do you think, Jess will ever...you know - leave?"
His father cupped his pipe bowl in one hand, then scratched his stubbled cheek thoughtfully.
"It...its not unheard of - but - you got to remember son, she's a wild-bred animal, her instincts may well assert themselves one day, and she may leave - to find a mate, or...a home range for herself. I know how much you love her, and I'll be God damned if I don't believe - she loves you just as much, if not more. I mean - look at her...lying there on the floor, head on your lap, and I swear, she's sound asleep...just like that."
Caleb felt some bitter tears stinging the corner of his eyes, but he blinked them away, and went back to stroking the Doe's neck and shoulder.
"I...I hope she never leaves, I truly do - I love her Dad...she's my...my friend - and..."
His father grunted and took a puff of his pipe, then exhaled a cloud of greyish-white smoke.
"If it happens son, I too - would shed a tear or two, I'm man enough to admit it, now - come on, we got a lot of work to do tomorrow - so best you get an early night."
Gently shaking the Doe awake, Caleb nodded and slowly rose, then obediently, the doe got to her hooves and happily followed Caleb into his room, where she leapt up onto his bed, and the mattress nearly sagged to the floor.
"Jess - you're getting too big now girl, to sleep at the foot of my bed, go on - get off." Caleb grinned and pushed her gently.
Jess merely blinked her dark, soulful eyes, yawned delicately, then curled up, tucking her nose to her tail and promptly went straight to sleep. Caleb groaned and changed into his night-clothes, then crawled into the space that Jess had left - but by morning, he knew Jess would be up and awake, and Caleb might be able to finally stretch out in the few hours, before he had to rise and set about his work for the day.
*
One day, Caleb and Jess were out checking the boundary fence-line, well, Caleb was astride his paint mare, and Jess was happily walking along slightly behind and to the left of the Mare, who didn't seem bothered one bit - and Caleb just rode along in silence, enjoying the feel of his beloved Mare below him, and knowing her footing was as sure-footed as any horse he'd ever ridden. Checking the boundary as far from the house as they could possibly get, Caleb paused and looked out towards the thin wooded thicket, about half-an-acre away from his fathers property boundary. Here, he reigned in his mare, who didn't need much encouragement, just a light tap to the side of her neck, and Caleb watched, as a young Doe, almost Jess' age, was being courted by a proud and noble Stag - with a nine point rack. Jess, seemingly in a world of her own, kept walking, then accidentally collided with the mare, who snorted and turned her head, to look back at the Doe, who blinked, shook herself, then took a few steps backwards, as if apologising. With a soft snort, the mare went back to cropping the grass, and Caleb dismounted, before he gestured to Jess, who obediently stepped around the feeding mare and nuzzled her human master's hand.
"Shhh - " Caleb told her, as he stroked her neck. "Look - over there - "
Caleb pointed, and to his surprise, Jess turned her head and looked, then her ears pricked forwards as she seen the Buck and Doe, who seemed oblivious to the human, mare and doe, who watched their courtship. Finally, the Buck nuzzled the Doe's rump, and she acquiesced and crouched slightly - before the buck reared up, grasped her in the mating clasp, then began thrusting at the young Doe's rump. Caleb moaned softy, feeling his own arousal at watching this mating, then at last, the Buck finally got the Doe into the right position, and with a few short thrusts - he finally gave a sharp lunge - his hind legs lifting off then ground, and the poor Doe's forelegs crumbling beneath her, as she was roughly forced to the ground by the buck's ejaculatory lunge..
Jess watched, then flicked her ears forwards and back, before she merely sniffed and joined the mare cropping the sweet grass. Caleb groaned and trembled, feeling the firm erection in his pants, and knowing he had to do something about that - as it was incredibly uncomfortable. Looking around, he grinned to himself and de-saddled his mare, who gratefully nuzzled him, then shook herself off and looked at her master - then down and back up, flicking her ears forwards inquisitively. Alex slipped the bridle over her head, then removed the bit and bridle altogether, and the mare yawned, before nuzzling Caleb's shoulder. He smiled at her, then gently touched her in two places on her neck, and the mare blinked, then nodded her head once and obediently followed Caleb over to a nearly thick grove of trees. Here, Caleb knew from experience, was a small natural fed spring and pond of beautifully clear water - but surrounding it, was the softest grass he had ever felt in his life.
Jess followed the mare, her ears pricked forwards in curiosity, and all three disappeared into the grove, the thin willow saplings sliding back into place and hiding them from any potential prying eyes. Once he was certain they were alone, Caleb stripped off his trousers, underwear and shirt, laying them neatly to one side, then waited until his mare had drunk her fill of the cool water - before she looked at her master - and noticed his arousal. She whiffled at him, then obediently knelt and flicked aside her tail - knowing the routine of their shared pleasure, since Caleb had been only twelve years old.
Jess looked at her master, then at the kneeling paint mare, then back to Caleb, before she seemed to frown and shrug, before she dipped her head and began drinking from the pond. Caleb knelt behind his paint mare, and rubbed his fingers on both hands against her tight, warm folds - then slipped three fingers inside her and tickled her sensitive clitoris. Immediately, the mare snorted and trembled, but remained kneeling - knowing Caleb knew all her pleasurable spots - before he would mate with her. Indeed, Caleb remained true and loyal to the mare, reaching over her left flank, then gently pushing her to the right, making her lay down on her side - before Caleb caressed and rubbed her slender udder and warm, velvety teats. After several minutes, the mare shivered and then rolled back over, but kept her hind-hips slightly lifted, as Caleb sprawled over her back, continuing to massage her udder and teats, his other hand gently guiding his impressive length up and against her trembling vulva.
Jess heard the mare's soft snort, then turned about and watched, as Caleb moaned and slowly pushed himself into his paint mare, who nickered and gazed back over her shoulder at Caleb, watching his expression change from one of sheer pleasure, to mind-numbing ecstasy - as the mare nickered again - then began to tenderly squeeze her strong muscles along Caleb's penis. Jess frowned then stepped a little closer, but a warning snort from the mare stopped her in her tracks, then jess made a strange, almost nervous bleat, but Caleb waved a hand at her and reassured the frightened young Doe, that he was alright. Seemingly satisfied, Jess turned away and went back to cropping the grass, but kept watching the Paint Mare and Caleb, who was soon as deep inside his lovely mare, as he could manage, and she was just as enthusiastically squeezing and rippling her muscles, deriving in her own way - as much pleasure from Caleb, as he was from her.
"Oh, Patches...my love - " Caleb grunted, as he clasped Patches' hips and began humping against her, until his hips met hers with a loud, sharp slapping sound.
Patches nickered at him, staring back over her shoulder, and watching as Caleb's expression kept changing, every time Patches squeezed her muscles, just as Caleb tried to slide back into her unbelievably hot vagina. For nearly an hour, Caleb mated with Patches, who never once showed any reluctance for their joined mating, if anything, the more Caleb thrust against her and moaned, his hands clutching at her sensitive flanks, the more Patches seemed to enjoy it - but finally, Caleb began to tremble and jess snapped her head up, right as Caleb gave two final thrusts - then crumpled onto Patches' broad back, his semen spurting deep into Patches' willing body. Caleb lay on Patches back for fifteen minutes, trying to recover his breath and get the energy to dismount, but Patches merely gave a few gentle squeezes of her vaginal muscles and nickered in pleasure, stretching out her head and nose towards Caleb, then snorting gently at him.
It was a part of their mating ritual, the sharing of breath after the sexual act, and Caleb dismounted with reluctance, then walked around to Patches muzzle, and gently cupped her finely furred chin and lifted it up - before breathing into both her nostrils, and Patches blinked, then returned the favour, before lipping playfully at Caleb's fingers - licking away her own fluids.
"Oh Patches," Caleb groaned, then turned to one side, and flicked away the few dribbles of semen that clung to the tip of his penis, then turned back and cuddled the mare tightly around the neck. "I love you, my sweet, gentle mare - "
Patches tolerated the cuddle, then nuzzled at Calebs' hands, as if to tell him that they better start heading back - before someone got suspicious. Jess lifted her head from where she was drinking, then watched with interest, as Caleb sighed, then slowly slid the bridle back on, placing the bit firmly in Patches' mouth, then throwing the sweaty saddle blanket over her back and affixing the saddle, but not tying the girth strap, until Patches stood up. Once everything was secured and Patches uttered a short grunt as Caleb tightened the girth strap to the third notch, Caleb grinned and gently kneed Patches in the belly, and with a soft snort, the mare exhaled and Caleb tightened the girth two more notches - well knowing how Patches often played this game with him, every time he saddled her.
Still as naked as the day he'd been born, Caleb reluctantly picked up his clothes, then Jess suddenly came over and to both his and Patches surprise - slid her nose under Caleb's damp scrotum, and licked the tender flesh of his inner thighs, his scrotum balancing on the bridge of her nose.
"Hey...Jess!" Caleb gasped, feeling the hot breath of the Doe and her very warm, slippery tongue.
Patches blinked, then seemed to laugh, her whinny sounding like laughter, as Caleb gasped and pushed Jess away. Jess nuzzled at his hands, then she licked his throat, before she dropped her head and nuzzled just above his pubic mound - her warm tongue slurping at the sticky fluids from Patches, and Caleb noted, as his legs turned to jelly and he slumped to the ground on his knees - some of his own rapidly cooling semen. At first, Jess licked her lips and snorted, then shook her head, as if trying to rid herself of the unusual and not at all pleasant taste, but then she nuzzled and licked again - and this time - her cold, wet nose pressed down into Caleb's pubic mound and Caleb nearly lost his mind. Jess' tongue was so long, yet incredibly warm and slippery - Jess didn't seem to mind the mixed tastes of equine and human - and began licking with more and more enthusiasm.
"Jess - oh...oh god - no...bad..naughty...stop..oh god - oh...stop...no...stop it!" Caleb gurgled.
His knees turning to jelly, Caleb weakly slumped against Patches, who grunted, then looked at Caleb and snorted, before she whickered laughter again and slowly knelt - letting Caleb lean against her warm, sweaty left flank. Jess, for the first time in her young life, disobeyed Caleb, and began nuzzling and licking at his penis - which very soon, was painfully erect again. Caleb moaned and trembled helplessly, then as Jess lightly nibbled it, Caleb twitched and hurriedly pushed her muzzle away.
"No...Jess? Listen...listen to me...no - don't...don't bite." Caleb gurgled.
Jess seemed to frown, her long, tubular ears flicking forwards, before she cocked her head to the side and looked at Caleb, then down at his flagpole like member, then back up to him. He shuddered and closed his eyes, then reached out and hesitantly placed his hands on Jess's furred cheeks, and carefully pushed her head down. Jess didn't resist, trusting Caleb implicitly, then he stroked her ears and Jess happily began licking his penis, her tongue sliding over and around it, her furred lips brushing against it like the most gentle of spring breezes.
Caleb knew, then and there, that Jess was no longer just his sweet, naieve young Doe, who he had raised from a very young age - but a full grown young Doe - who was feeling the start of her sexual maturity - albeit much younger than she should have been - and she had chosen Caleb...to be her Buck...
Patches watched the oral pleasure of her human master with interest, before she turned and lifted her head, then let peal a loud, braying whinny, almost making it sound like laughter...
To Be Continued...