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Whitetail Season

Third Fall – FINALE -

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

26th April 2023

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Felicity shuddered, her body slick with sweat, and that smell, oh, that sweet, beautiful smell... Flaring her leathery nostrils, Felicity breathed deep of the scent of her strange Buck. Her supple tongue licked his throat, drawing a sweet yet salty taste to her mind. She had been bred, many times, during the long fall night – how many? Felicity didn't know – her groin ached her stomach flipped and flopped within her furred body – all she did know – was tearing her sweet, innocent heart in two.

Awkwardly, she wriggled away from him, then rolled from right to left, wobbling in exhaustion as she crept to her knees and dropped her forelegs over the side of the bed. With more effort than she thought remained within her body, Felicity dragged her quivering hind legs off the bed. Standing there, all four limbs splayed out – her muzzle hanging loosely and open, Felicity panted with exhaustion.

Urge compelled the young, naive whitetail and she awkwardly nudged the bedroom door open and made her way through his house. Her curious gaze glanced at this and that – even nibbling on a plant before she wrinkled her nostrils and lips and spat out the small bite. It wasn't a real plant, it was...bitter, nasty... Her tail upraised, Felicity poked through the small yet compact kitchen, smelling water – but unable to reach it. With a quiet sigh, she made her way to the back door. Having watched him a few times – it still took her longer than she wanted to use a cloven hoof to even move it a few inches until she could stick her head through and push it open.

Again, that urge within her compelled her, and in three short bounds, was across the concrete patio and out on the grass. Here, she took four steps, before her hindquarters dropped and she urinated in a strong, heavily pheromone-laden dark gold stream. It felt like it'd go on and on, Felicity's already sore hind leg muscles quivering as she squatted and finally – felt the stream slow to dribbles, then quit altogether. Hungry, she walked a few paces away, then began cropping the late autumn grasses. They weren't as sweet and fulfilling as fresh summer ones – but they weren't altogether flavorless either. Her ears twitched to and fro as she grazed, her ears alert for the slightest sound of a predator – or – her strange stag. From his scent when she left his room, and the previous mating between them, she smiled to herself and knew he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon...

Curious, Felicity flicked her ears again, happily bounding around randomly, filled with light, warmth from the sun, and just pure pleasure to be alive. Almost like a fawn, Felicity zoomed around the acreage, leaping, bouncing, and dodging left and right, before suddenly, she caught a scent her nostrils seared into her brain.

Strong, powerful, musky... A scent that's...alluring, intoxicating... dominating...

Skidding to a halt, Felicity's ears snapped forwards as she turned her head slightly one way, then the other. Again, that reverberating grunt come to her ears and she lifted her head, quivering and curious. Her tail twitched from side to side, as her eyes scanned the woodlands beyond. Something moved, snapping dried twigs and leaves, then there was a loud rustle of branches.

Felicity twitched, then froze again, one hoof raised, nostrils scenting the air as she felt that urge within her – one she had known since she'd turned one and a half, not that she had any actual concept of this span of time. Again, that rustling of tried branches alerted her, and she took another cautious step – almost drawn to it hypnotically.

A buck, all nine tines of his antlers razor sharp and gleaming in the early morning light, burst out of the woods and in one smooth leap, cleared the fence-line then strutted before her, making that loud, echoing grunt. Felicity blinked, her tail flagging slightly, as she watched him circle her a few times, before curling his lips back and tilting up his head. His strong masculine scent grew more – as he urinated on the ground, splashing his front hooves and forelegs. His nostrils flaring wildly, he roughly nudged her and lipped at her tail, making Felicity squeal and jump away.

Far from discouraged by her, he advanced upon her and Felicity caught a quick glimpse of the shaft that protruded from his sheath and began to dribble even stronger scented fluids. Her own heat rising exponentially, Felicity fought the instinctual urges, yet she was powerless as the large, dominant buck circled her again – the leapt up onto her back. With a startled squeal, she tried to pull away – but his strong forelegs gripped her by the hind hips as he plunged almost recklessly against her rump. Each sharp poke hurt her already bruised and traumatized folds – making her squeal in fright and pain – before he licked her shoulder and neck – then in one quick thrust, drove his full length into her – giving her his full seed in a strong, sharp spurt.

Felicity shuddered, as the Buck lunged again, then a third time – each explosive orgasm inside her squirting deep up her vaginal passage and into her cervix – mingling and swirling with her true Buck's sperm. Satisfied, he stepped backward – his penis squirting again and again – the sticky fluid splattering his belly and dribbling to the ground as he licked and snorted at her folds.

“Hey...get away from her, go on, get!”

A loud smack sound startled the buck, who turned and fled for his life, once more easily clearing the fence line and vanishing back into the woods. Felicity startled at the sound; before her head lifted up and she ran to her human, cowering behind him and quivering in fright and pain.

“Woah, easy Felicity - “ Steven murmured, dropping to his knees as he turned, cuddling her neck tight and stroking her soothingly. “He scared you, didn't he?”

Felicity bleated softly, her tail timidly giving a weak flick, drawing comfort and protection from him.

“It's alright my love, my dear, sweet, gentle doe – how about I take you inside, you hungry? Thirsty?”

Felicity had no idea what noises he made, they weren't the noises she knew well – the gasps, the grunts and the moans, that made her aching loins quiver. THOSE sounds – she understood – and adored. Obediently, she followed him back into the house, her encounter with that buck quickly forgotten...

*

Felicity woke one morning, restless and crying softly, nuzzling at her belly and shivering. Steven snorted awake, then placed a hand lightly on her belly and stroked it tenderly. Felicity flinched, then bleated and he snatched his hand away, curious and a little concerned.

“Honey – what's wrong? Are you feeling alright? Not sick or...something? I know last night – what got into you? You're not normally that - “

A blush crept from his chin to the tips of his hair, and Felicity gazed over her shoulder, then licked his throat gently in affection. Tenderly, Steven placed his hand over her labia, feeling the stickiness of their lovemaking the night before and Felicity shivered and bleated again.

“You're not in heat – that was weeks ago - “

Felicity bleated again, wriggling her labial folds against his fingers and slurping his throat adoringly.

“Urgh – really my beloved?” Steven laughed quietly, ruffling her ears gently. “Alright, alright!”

Felicity's tail flagged eagerly and her insistent licks and ever-so-gentle nibbles made him get off the bed. He held his hands out to her, and she rolled over onto her knees, before quivering as he picked her up and carried her towards the shower.

Gently, he placed her down on all four hooves, before standing up, his erection already almost at full mast. Felicity tilted her head, looking up at him as she bleated and flagged her tail, then timidly gave it an ever so gently lick.

“No...no, please...” Steven gasped, gently pushing her head away. “No, naughty!”

Felicity frowned and bleated; her tail drooping.

“Oh, honey, I'm sorry – it's... it's very...you don't understand a word, do you?”

Felicity blinked and flicked her ears; before she licked his forehead and nuzzled him adoringly.

“I swear... you're almost impossible to live with my sweet, gentle doe. Just be patient, alright?”

Felicity blinked and tenderly butted him in the stomach, before bleating again.

“What is wrong with you?” Steven asked, as he turned on the shower and Felicity immediately stepped in, the water cascading over her body as she stood quivering.

Her tail snapping upright, Felicity gazed back expectantly at him, before her tail began to flag from side to side, uncaring and unmindful of the hotter-than-normal water which was drenching her shoulder and back. Steven stepped into the shower and closed the door, then sat down on the bench seat. Felicity squirmed and pushed back against him, her wet tail slapping wildly against his lower stomach as she quivered expectantly.

“Easy already,” Steven snickered, as he stood up and fetched the bottle from the shower tray below the shower head. Tilting it so it sprayed more against the wall, Steven placed the bottle on the bench and gave two quick pumps, thought better of it, and added two more.

“You're not in season – so you know I got to be extra careful with you...”

Felicity snorted, shaking her head and water droplets spraying from her ears as she made a strange grunting cough at him.

“Don't tell me no, I know from experience little one – you want this to be nice and pleasant – or scare or even hurt you? Well? Now, stop being silly and stand still!”

He took her tail base in one hand, holding her gently as he rubbed a little of the lube against her labial – then slipped two fingers inside. Felicity grunted and her hips rose up as she curled her back, adopting the mating stance quickly.

“Easy!” Steven grinned, playfully stroking her tail. “Give me a minute...”

Curling his fingers, he coated his penis from head to shaft base in the lube, before he wiped his hands on the shower wall, the water dissolving it and cleaning them. Felicity looked expectantly back at him, her tail tip quivering before he carefully re-positioned her and edged forwards on the bench.

Felicity squealed as he began to mount her – her labial folds parting and the pink, moist vaginal walls peeling apart.

“Oh...Felicity...” Steven gurgled deep in his throat, feeling the warmth of her body suffusing him. “Easy girl...nice and...”

Felicity shuddered, her head dropping as he pulled out – then ever so gently pushed back into her again – a little further each time. Her quivers grew exponentially until at last he was almost fully sheathed inside her and felt her muscles tense, making him stop.

“I love...you you know... that?” Steven rasped, stroking her back, then sliding his fingers on either side of her hind hips and then under her belly, gently lifting her up off her hind hooves.

Felicity bleated and squirmed, before shivering and looking back over her shoulder at him – her eyes filled with love and adoration – and complete and total trust in him. His grip was firm, as he started a gentle thrusting back and forth – sliding his buttocks on the bench as he slid into and back out of the soon panting, then bleating, Whitetail doe.

“Amazing...Fel...” Steven shuddered with each re-entry into her. “Every time...urgh..we make love...”

Felicity just gazed back, her tail frizzling and flagging wildly against his stomach every time he pressed his groin against hers.

“I, Fel.. I can't...you're too warm and...urgh – don't...don't do... Fel, stop...ple...”

Steven shuddered then pulled her back, making her bleat of surprise and a little pain quite loud – as he emptied his aching scrotum into her womb and cervix. As Felicity felt the hot, sticky semen, she tilted her head back and her own arousal squeezed from penile head to shaft base – fluids squirting from her groin and splattering his testicles and thighs.

“Urgh...you're such...a squirter - “ Steven rasped, instinctively sliding half out of her – despite the crushing urge to plow her like a field. He knew from much previous lovemaking, how hyper-sensitive she was post-orgasm.

Panting heavily, Felicity shuddered, then flinched involuntarily, completely oblivious and lost in the post-sexual pleasure from mating with this, her true chosen stag. Steven slipped out of her tightening folds, a squirt of his semen dripping from her labia as he smiled weakly and stroked her back.

“Good thing we're in the shower...easier to clean up...”

Taking a face cloth, he rinsed it under the water, then gently lifted Felicity's tail and wiped upwards from the bottom of her vulva to her tail root. Wringing it out, he ensured it was clean, then gave a second more gentle wipe down.

“No one would ever know – short of a rather invasive examination my beloved - “ Steven smiled, as he carefully ran both hands down her back, sluicing water from her pelt and flicking it away.

Felicity bleated and shook herself, spraying water like a dog after a bath, before she turned about and licked his chest lovingly.

“Yes my sweet, I love you too – now – I don't know about Doe's...but I for one – am quite hungry, I imagine you are too!”

Steven suddenly paused mid-caress, and he stared down at Felicity, who flicked her wet ears and gazed up at him.

“Is it me...or are you – well, rounder... Like you've put on weight...”

Felicity blinked, then nuzzled him again before she pushed open the shower door and stepped from the shower and out onto the thick mat. Seeing her tense, Steven squealed.

“No, don't...”

Felicity trembled, before she shook herself again, even more, water droplets flying from her pelt and splattering against the bathroom walls.

“ - shake off...” Steven groaned, then left the shower and retrieved a large fluffy beach towel, draping it over Felicity's neck and back, before vigorously rubbing her. “One damn day my love, I swear, you'll just understand and stand in the shower whilst I dry you off...”

With a flick of her ears, Felicity snorted water from her nostrils and enjoyed her strange stag's attentions.

*

Their sexual encounters occurred off and on, until one night, Steven looked down at the panting and sweat-lathered doe before him – then his eyes widened in surprise and more than a little fear.

“You're... really in fawn...” Steven gasped. “I just thought – I mean...all this time we've...you and I...”

Felicity felt him tremble, then lifted her head and tilted it to the side, her lips forming a peculiar slight pucker – almost – but not quite – if she truly tried to comprehend and was confused.

“Oh my god, my dear, sweet, gentle doe – how... I mean... I know I'm incredibly gentle with you when we...”

Steven suddenly made strange gagging sounds – sounds Felicity understood, from her own regurgitation of her cud, before he clambered off the bed and dashed to the bathroom. Felicity blinked and crawled off, following him, standing behind him and watching as Steven gripped the toilet and was violently sick. Its scent made her back away, before she shuddered and fled the bathroom, leaving Steven alone in his fear and convulsing stomach...

*

Five months later, Felicity lay on the thick towels on the living room floor, her anguished cries breaking Steven's heart, as she would clench her muscles tight, biting at her belly that was swollen and heavy, the painful contractions seizing her. Her embryonic fluids had gushed out and soaked into the towels, - and Steven knelt behind her, seeing the tiny cloven hooves and about a third of the fawn's leg poking from her stretched labia. He had no idea what to do – should he grip the ankles? Try to pull when she contracted – let nature take its course...

Beside himself, all he could do was gently stroke her hip and speak quietly and calmly, ever so carefully watching the painful birth take place. With a loud bleating squeal, Felicity really bore down hard – the legs sliding out – her labia and vaginal passage straining – the fawn's nose, spreading her even further apart – then the head popped out and Felicity drew quick panting breaths.

“Good girl, come on – almost... I think - “ Steven encouraged her, stroking her sweaty flank as Felicity seemed to draw strength from his presence and comforting sounds.

Again, she squealed and really pushed hard – the labia almost to breaking point then with a slurp the fawn's shoulders passed through and the rest of it slipped out with a sickening and frightening slurp. Instantly, Felicity stood – breaking the umbilical cord that bound Fawn to doe, before she collapsed and panted in stress, anxiety, and pain.

Steven quickly lifted the fawn up by its back ankles, holding it upside down and vigorously rubbing its bloody and sticky back – gently tapping on its back until it suddenly squirmed, a gush of fluids draining from its muzzle and nostrils and it began to bleat in fear, great heart-breaking squeals that made Steven cry himself.

Placing the fawn down beside Felicity's head, she instinctively began to nuzzle and lick the fawn, bonding doe to fawn as its pale lids fluttered open and it looked up for a second at its mother.

Carefully, Steven lifted the slick tail, frowning and then smiling, giving the fawn a loving caress.

“Felicity – it's a beautiful baby girl... Just like you...”

Felicity didn't even twitch or flick an ear, her whole attention was on cleaning her fawn – who bleated and quivered, scared, confused, and instinctually bonding to its mother – and to Steven, when he gently rubbed his fingers over her nose and mouth – the trembling fawn beginning to suck on his fingers.

“No, little one,” Steven laughed nervously. “Not my fingers my sweet – here..”

Carefully, he moved the fawn, despite Felicity's protestation cries, and placed her near Felicity's swollen, milk-heavy udder and teats. At first, the confused fawn tried to suck his fingers again, before Steven squirted milk onto her lips and she blinked, then her small mouth latched hold of Felicity's teat and began nursing – her little tail flagging from side to side, as Felicity trembled and continued licking her newborn.

Steven lay there, gently alternating his caresses between a saliva-slick fawn and his beloved, who gazed at him with a look of confusion – and this time he knew for sure – her adoration and love for him...

END