{"sf1_id":1983842,"sf2_id":"Zeq344nz","title":"Therian Dreaming II - New Begininings - Chapter Nineteen -","author":"Cederwyn Whitefurr","words":3250,"posted_at":"2023-05-08T12:54:12.000Z","tags":["Blood","Body Disposal","Cervine","Crime","Deer","Doe","Drunk sex","Fantasy","Fawn","Fiction","Furry","Human","Medical Procedures","Orgasm","Semi-NC","Series","Sex","Stag","Story","Story Series","Therian","Vaginal","Veterinarian","Whitetail","burial","posession"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1983842-therian-dreaming-ii-new-begininings-chapter-nineteen","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Zeq344nz","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/73/f9/73f9f687-e784-48b2-95aa-b5347fd91410","description":"After their battle with their blood-enemy, Patrick removes the evidence, whilst Pete is left to deal with the fallout - it becomes clear, that Brandy is -not- a good idea for a Therian to partake of...","content":"Therian Dreaming II\n\nChapter Nineteen\n\n© Cederwyn Whitefurr\n\n7th May 2023\n\nAll Rights Reserved.\n\nPete's jaws froze, his ears snapping forwards before he gasped and tore his head away; his sharp fangs accidentally slicing into Kelsie's neck as his eyes swirled from the deep, impenetrable black – straight back to their normal brown coloration.\n\nKelsie gurgled and tried to squeal, the blood from her throat running in rivulets down her furred throat and spattering on the ground. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she slumped bonelessly to the ground. Without a thought of hesitation, Patrick raced around the corner, then stared at Kelsie bleeding out and Pete with his mouth open, blood dripping from his muzzle.\n\n“Help her...please!\" Pete gurgled, shock setting in on him.\n\n“Gods damn you, what the hell did you do?\"\n\nPatrick snarled, as he dropped to his knees and held his hand hard against Kelsie's wound. He _knew_ what Kelsie's Therian blood could do to him... there was no time, Kelsie would bleed out fast, unless he did something and did it _now._\n\n“_Kelsie,_\" Patrick screamed into her right ear. “Stay with me honey...\"\n\nAlready, he could feel her jugular heartbeat growing weaker by the second, as he used his free hand to start patting down his pockets, looking for _anything_ that'd help.\n\n“What did I do - “ Pete moaned, his cloven hooves clattering as he trembled.\n\n“Pete? I don't have time for your hysterics – Want me to save Kelsie's life? Then get me a cloth, a towel – _anything_ – hurry!\"\n\nPete fled into the house, Fawnie's terrified, confused screams ringing in his ears...\n\n\\*\n\nPatrick used every trick he knew, and then some, resorting to using a plain needle and strong cotton thread, to suture closed the wounds in Kelsie's neck, once he'd gotten the bleeding to stop.\n\n“She needs a proper Veterinary surgery - “ Patrick sighed, as he slumped back onto his haunches and shuddered.\n\n“No, please – the risk...\" Pete sniffled, as he nuzzled Fawnie and tried to comfort his hysterical fawn.\n\n“Damn it Pete, I _know_ the fucking risk – okay?\" Patrick held up both hands, almost to the elbow covered in Kelsie's blood. “I...wait - “\n\nHe stood up, then took a few seconds to quickly wash his forearms and hands, before he ran to his van. A rattling come as he slid the sliding door open and returned quickly with his veterinary bag. Digging through it, he pulled out a large syringe, needle, and four vials with a clear fluid in them.\n\n“What is...\" Pete began, eyes widening.\n\n“First one?\" Patrick sighed. “Tranquilliser, powerful, borderline euthanizing level. Thirty milligrams would put a two-ton horse...to sleep – permanently. Kelsie's not a horse, but I _do_ know from experience...\"\n\nA warning snarl from Pete made Patrick shiver, as he halved the dosage.\n\n“You Therian have a terrifying ability to neutralize tranquilizer\u0026nbsp;_fast_. Fifteen milligrams should put her _under_ – for at least six or eight hours, more than long enough for her body to heal some of the damage...\"\n\nPete's hand grasped Patrick's wrist, stronger than a human should have been able too, before Patrick gasped and glanced at Pete, who stared back, his eyes going almost pure black.\n\n“_Half – dose..human - “_ Come the barely human growl from Pete's throat. “_I don't trust you not to harm our mate..._\"\n\nPatrick swallowed, then with Pete's ascendant Therian watching, took the dosage down to about 12 milligrams. Ever so gently, Patrick pulled up Kelsie's nape, then eased the needle in and depressed the plunger, before sliding it out.\n\n“Please...let go?\" Patrick murmured.\n\nWith a violent movement, Pete's Therian released Patrick, who placed his stethoscope in his ears and held the cold plate against Kelsie's ribs, listening and counting her slow, evening-out heartbeats as the tranquilizer quickly spread.\n\n“Is...\" Pete sniffled, his eyes had returned to normal, as he picked Fawnie up and held the whimpering fawn close to his chest.\n\n“She's under – heavily sedated... Now, we can't leave her _here_...\"\n\nReluctantly, Pete passed Fawnie over to Patrick, who cuddled her tenderly and stroked her shivering neck, before Pete knelt down and almost effortlessly, lifted the unconscious Kelsie up and carried her back inside. Here, he laid her down on their bed, Patrick putting Fawnie down on the small dog bed mattress.\n\n“She seems...to trust you - “ Pete observed, as they both quietly left the master bedroom. “Must say much about your inner spirit...\"\n\n“I don't - “ Patrick sighed, then leaned against the wall and exhaled through his nostrils. “I have no idea...\"\n\nPatrick returned outside, Pete checking on Kelsie and Fawnie, before he too come outside and leaned against the wall, watching Patrick put away his things, then hose away the Therian blood.\n\nPete's eyes swirled for a moment, then returned back to brown, as he gestured offhandedly towards the forest. “So...about - “\n\n“Unless it can survive a silver-tipped .308 round through its skull – then the rest of the magazine into its heart? Yes, I'm absolutely certain _it_ is dead, and I destroyed the collar as well. Tomorrow – I'll have to come back and get rid of...\"\n\nPatrick trailed off, looking towards the side of the house, then back at Pete, who shook his head.\n\n“No, tonight... no evidence... we'll get rid of them, permanently...\"\n\n“Pete, for the love of the...\" Patrick swore, then snapped his bag closed, seeing the dark, baleful eyes of the Therian staring at him, unblinking... flat, emotionless, like those of a shark... “Tonight! I'll deal with it – with _them_...\"\n\n“_Do not try to cross me – I know what you – were – Hunter... Remember that, my host may have forgiven you –_ _ **I** _ _– have not...\"_\n\nPatrick stared into those eyes, knowing he was on extremely thin ice, as the beast was aroused, angry, and scared – a perfect storm of negative emotions that'd wear its patience exceptionally thin.\n\n:\"_I suggest - “_ It growled, ears slicking back as its eyelids narrowed to half-mast. “_You remove the blood of my mate from yourself first... Even I struggle to resist the scent of fresh blood. It would be – regrettable – if something were to – happen – to you, human._\"\n\nPatrick shivered, he couldn't help it, the Therian's words all too clear on its implications. He returned inside the house, then quickly pulled some clothing from Pete's closet, then headed to the shower to scrub himself from head to foot with soap, then doused himself in disinfectant and again with the soap...just to be sure.\n\nAfter he'd showered and dried, then dressed himself, he found in the kitchen, a large plastic bag and a pair of tongs. Using the tongs, he took his blood-spattered clothes and put them in the bag, which he placed outside.\n\nPete, in his feral form, stood a dozen paces away, trembling and looking down at the ground.\n\n“Pete - “ Patrick murmured, then shuddered, afraid of what he'd see when the Cervine turned around – thankfully – it was Pete's eyes that looked back over the shoulder at him. “Go be with your daughter – there's nothing you can do – as, well _you_ – Fawnie needs you more...\"\n\nPete looked at Patrick, before he shuddered and lowered his head, returning inside, leaving Patrick with the unenviable task of body disposal deep in the woods...\n\n\\*\n\nIt was nearly five in the morning, when Pete smelt, then heard, Patrick return. As quietly as he could, Pete clopped his way into the kitchen and stared at Patrick, who shuddered and rinsed his hands under the faucet, then dried them.\n\n“It's done - “ He replied simply. “Gods forgive me, I need a drink...\"\n\nPete tilted his head back, then gestured with his muzzle towards the high shelf.\n\n“Up there, decanter – see it?\"\n\nPatrick pulled it down, then set it on the counter, before he opened it and sniffed the contents.\n\n“Woah...brandy! _Good_ brandy...\"\n\nTaking a glass from the drainer, Patrick poured himself three fingers worth, then held it up and inhaled the scent, savoring it, before he took a sip. “_Damn_ good brandy – at least 20 years old?\"\n\n“I've had it since I was eighteen - “ Pete chuckled weakly. “So, it was that old when I was given it – its... _aged_.\"\n\n“I'll say!\" Patrick shuddered, then set it down. “Uh...oh – hmmm - “\n\nPete raised an eyebrow slowly, then walked away, and Patrick shuddered at the weird metal scraping sound coming from the other side of the counter. He walked around, to see Pete pushing Kelsie's feed dish with his nose.\n\n“That...works - “ Patrick laughed weakly.\n\nTaking the dish, he poured it half full of the brandy, then set it back in front of Pete, who raised an eyebrow.\n\n“Easy to be generous, with someone _else's\u0026nbsp;_Brandy...isn't it?\"\n\nPatrick raised his glass in a salute to Pete, before he took a sip and sighed in pleasure.\n\n“Pete? After what _we_ three survived? We'll need a _lot_ more than this mere decanter... before _those_ memories fade anytime soon...\"\n\nPete looked down at the brandy in Kelsie's bowl, tilting his head to the side.\n\n“What's wrong?\" Patrick asked, pulling up a chair and sitting down.\n\n“I've never – I mean - “ Pete stammered. “I'm new to _this_... I haven't a clue how to drink like a deer!\"\n\nPatrick chuckled. “You've seen Kelsie do it? It can't be _that_ hard – lips to brandy, drink...\"\n\nPete huffed through his nostrils, the sweet, intoxicating scent almost overwhelming him as he inhaled deeply, before taking some into his mouth, his muzzle falling open and the brandy slopping back into the bowl.\n\n“Woah...\" Pete wheezed, eyes going wide.\n\n“I can only imagine - “ Patrick murmured. “Your hearing, smell – _hell_ – all your senses – must be at least a thousand times better than a standard human! If\u0026nbsp;it tastes this good to me...\"\n\nPete tried again, managing to drink down about a third of it, before he shuddered, feeling the warmth of it on his tongue, then down his throat and in his stomach.\n\n“Woah...\" Pete stammered, a few droplets falling from his muzzle, as he shuddered. “I – is this even _safe_ for one of us to drink? I mean...\"\n\nPatrick pondered. “I...have _no_ idea – your kind don't exactly – well – _offer_ yourselves up for examinations....\"\n\nPete's ears went flat and he took another drink, pondering his answer. “No...for good reason – _that_ – reason... is outside my house...\"\n\nPatrick paled, then shuddered. “I'll get rid of them too... I'll have to wear something to disguise myself, those cameras they wear on their harnesses? I imagine that'd be...\"\n\nPete's head snapped up, his eyes instantly going black as he glared across at Patrick.\n\n“Woah – _easy_!\" Patrick yelped, placing the counter between himself and Pete. “I'm telling the truth! Those cameras? Well – back when – the footage would be downloaded – _later_... Now? It's probably wirelessly transmitted too...something, somewhere – I don't know, I'm assuming that they'd want as close to real-time footage...\"\n\nPete's anger grew, his ears snapping backward.\n\n“They _will_ be coming for you – Kelsie and Fawnie...\" Patrick backed up until he realized his mistake, and backed into the corner of the kitchen. “I – I don't know when, but I promise, I hear a single word – I'll warn you! I swear! I told you about...\"\n\nPete froze mid-step, his left cloven hoof slowly coming to rest on the ground as he shuddered – his eyes swirling back to brown before he sighed and quivered.\n\n“You did...\"\n\nTurning away, Pete went and lay himself down on the small dog bed he'd bought for Kelsie, shaking his head slowly and shivering.\n\n“How...\" Pete began, then swallowed the large lump in his throat.\n\n“Long?\" Patrick's suggested. “You've killed... I don't know how many, but yes – when the gloves come off, they're _really_ going to come off... you've proven yourselves smart, intelligent and worthy opponents... They _will_ not take kindly to this Pete, I won't lie to you – but they're not stupid, either. They'll plan their vengeance to the millisecond, and believe me – when the gloves come off – you'll wish you had an army to defend yourselves – I'm only one man – human – but I swear, I'll do whatever I can to help you both... I mean that!\"\n\n“Thank...you - “ Pete murmured, the brandy starting to make him feel sleepy, even though he shook his head and shuddered. “Add... note - “\n\nPatrick frowned, then walked over, before kneeling down and timidly stroking Pete's neck – mindful of the blood spatter that'd soaked his fur in places.\n\n“Brandy...not...\" Pete's head crunched down onto the floor, and he was unconscious in seconds.\n\n“A good idea for Therian's...\" Patrick smiled, then tenderly stroked Pete's neck.\n\n\\*\n\nSometime after dark, Pete rose groggily, stiff, sore and more than a little hammered. He giggled and stumbled, bouncing off the wall as he made his way to the bedroom, then awkwardly clambered onto the bed and flopped down, feeling completely relaxed for the first time in years.\n\n“Mmphh - “ Come the sleepy murmur from Kelsie, who fought the effects of the tranquillizer, her eyes opening to mere slits behind the lids. “Pete...?\"\n\n“Urgh - “ Pete moaned, then went straight back to sleep.\n\nKelsie nuzzled him, her own body weak and lethargic. Licking his muzzle, she blinked, then licked it again and again, tasting the hint of brandy that'd soaked into his lips and cheeks.\n\n“Sweet...\" Kelsie grunted, then yawned with an almost jaw-splitting yawn as she felt the urge to urinate and get water compelling her. “Tired...\"\n\nHer urge growing more and more, Kelsie whined softly and awkwardly made her way off the bed, stumbling on her drug-affected legs until she wobbled her way outside. Here, she squatted and urinated in a long, steady stream – her mind more asleep than awake.\n\n“Thirsty...\" Kelsie muttered, staggering back inside. “Water...\"\n\nInside, her nostrils flared, as she smelt the brandy in her bowl. Dropping onto her belly, Kelsie never gave it a thought, as she slurped up the last of it, enjoying the sweet taste and feeling herself grow more restful.\n\n“Mmm...\" Kelsie giggled nervously, as she licked the bowl clean, then stood back up, her hooves skittering. “Woah...easy...stand up...\"\n\n_What...is that? We like it Doe, is there more? It makes us... feel good inside, its warm, sweet and...there – up there – get it for us..._\n\nKelsie shook her head, the effect of the tranquilizer and the brandy mixing in her bloodstream, making her sway back and forth.\n\n“I... can't – Pete wouldn't...he doesn't let me...\"\n\nHer Therian come forward, taking control, as it made her rear up, her front cloven hooves slapping down on the countertop. Awkwardly, Kelsie braced herself, reaching out with her nose to nudge the decanter. It rattled, but didn't fall.\n\n“Damn it - “ Kelsie moaned. “I... want it – it's nice and...\"\n\nFrustrated, Kelsie's left leg stretched out painfully – her cloven hoof poking at the decanter, rocking it more and more. At last, with a clink, it fell over and the sweet brandy spilled out – spreading over the counter and dribbling down the side. Kelsie giggled like a fawn at mischief, as she hobbled around and began slurping up the spilling brandy, completely unaware of its detrimental side effects on a Therian...\n\nIn her mind, the Therian grinned from ear to ear, knowing full well the effects it would have on Kelsie...but it had plans of its own this night – for too long, their mate had refused their affections... now, as it felt the brandy crushing Kelsie's will and resistances – it'd take what it was owed – and then some...\n\n\\*\n\nPete felt a warm, slick tongue nuzzling and licking him.\n\n“Urgh – away...\" Pete muttered, more asleep than awake. “Tired, sleepy...\"\n\nWarmth covered him from groin to throat, a warmth spreading throughout him as he felt the gentle throat nibbles and something _else_ that was alluring, sensual..._warm..._\n\n“Mmmph - “ Pete gasped, suddenly snapping his eyes wide open and when he tried to gasp, he\u0026nbsp;felt Kelsie's lips pressed tight against him, as she slapped her hips down and sheathed him inside her.\n\n“Mmm...\" Come the low, throaty growl, as Kelsie stretched her forelegs out to either side of Pete's neck, forcing her upper body upright. “I've missed this, my mate - “\n\n“Kel...\" Pete gurgled, trembling in both fright and pleasure, as he felt her vaginal walls tightening and growing even _hotter_ than usual.\n\n“No...\" Kelsie growled, looking down and her eyes glimmering in the moonlight – black as a moonless night. “_Not_...Kelsie...\"\n\n“We..._no_!\" Pete gasped. “This is wrong, stop it! I can't..._we_... can't...\"\n\nSliding forwards, Kelsie's therian shuddered before it pushed itself back, taking Pete's impressive member back into Kelsie's body, the convulsive shudder making Pete groan helplessly.\n\n“Why? Is mate, why should we not share our bodies, as nature demands? You're a stag – _quite_ – a stag... Kelsie loves you, and this... why is it wrong? Do you deny your mate sexual pleasure? After what you suffered – it will do us both good too...ooh...\"\n\nPete whimpered, frightened yet aroused. He'd _never_ made love in his feral form – whole new sensations and urges – threatened to overwhelm him as Kelsie's therian increased its eagerness.\n\n“Why fight it, my mate? Is pleasurable for buck and doe, is it not? Kelsie was...always too afraid, weak, and timid... I have no inhibitions, I _know_ what pleasures a buck... This is all for you my mate, our protector, our _mate_ – if this does not please you...\"\n\n“It...oh...\" Pete gasped, as Kelsie's therian did _something_ that almost turned Pete's alcohol-fuelled mind to jelly, the sensations were indescribable.\n\n“So, my mate _does_ like this?\" It snickered, looking down at his muzzle, the furred lips twitching, nostrils flaring and inner ears turning a brilliant red. “What if I do... _this_...\"\n\nIntensifying the rocking, so she would almost fully dismount him, then as she pushed back _hard_ – the sensual gripping of her tight, hot walls along him nearly pushed Pete not only _to_ the edge – it almost cast him off it...\n\n“Nngh - “ Pete gasped, helpless and trapped beneath Kelsie's therian.\n\n“Mate? Refuse not your inner self – this – all this – is for you, and you alone! Now, do what you wish, you _know_ I can smell how badly you fight the instinct... Give up, don't fight, it only causes our mate pain and suffering – do what your body tells you to do... _Give in to yourself and stay true to who and what we are...\"_\n\nPete squealed, his hind hips snapping up, right as Kelsie's therian grinned and slammed her own hips down – her tail flagging against his aching scrotum as she threw back her own head and squealed in lustful desire – feeling the powerful spurts of semen that were short with force deep inside her.\n\nPete's mind reeled, it wasn't capable of processing the sensations – the primal _urges_ that drove him – he was swept away as his own inner Therian took the reins – driving his human consciousness back into the darkness – for which was – for the first time ever – truly thankful for...\n\nTO BE CONTINUED...","series":{"name":"Therian Dreaming II","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1983816-therian-dreaming-ii-new-begininnings-chapter-20-finale.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1992162-therian-dreaming-ii-epilogue.json"}}