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• ZOO - The Secluded Life

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

13th September, 2024

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In a secluded forest, a man and a wild doe form a bond that transcends survival, exploring instincts and intimacy in the privacy of their hidden world.

In the heart of a dense, untouched forest, where the canopy of trees shielded a small homestead whose natural beauty blended with the forest around it, a human man had chosen isolation as his sanctuary. His modest home, crafted with care and a deep reverence for nature, stood as a testament to his self-sufficiency. He had built this place, escaping the stress and torment of city life, unable to handle the crowds, the pollution and the noise. Here, he had everything he ever wanted. The forest provided food, the river clean water and fish, and he lived in harmonious peace with the world around him. It was almost as if after two decades, the forest grew to accept him – and welcome him as one of its own.

Some years past, his solitary existence had been disrupted by the discovery of a small, orphaned doe fawn. The tiny creature had been abandoned, trembling in the underbrush, its eyes wide with fear. The man had taken her in, nursing her back to health and nurturing her with the same care he reserved for the plants and other animals he co-existed with. Over time, the fawn had grown into a graceful doe, her presence and companionship bringing a new kind of warmth to the man's life.

*

Now, as the seasons shifted and the world outside transformed into a tapestry of greens and golds, the doe, whom he had called Isabella, had grown into adulthood. She was a beautiful creature, her coat a soft blend of browns and creams, her eyes reflecting both the wildness of the forest and the gentleness and bond she shared with the human who had raised her.

As the days grew longer and the forest blossomed into full spring, the man couldn't ignore the subtle changes in Isabella. Her once playful nuzzles had become more insistent, her eyes more intense. He had provided for her constantly, and she had grown accustomed to his presence and care.

He tried to comfort himself, telling himself it was merely the forest's changing rhythm influencing her. Yet, a knot of unease formed in his chest, a mix of worry and confusion. Isabella was not the fawn he had raised; she was becoming something new, something he didn't fully understand.

One evening, as they lay before the fire, Isabella approached him with a mixture of hesitance and curiosity. Her behaviour seemed to indicate a need for comfort or warmth. He noticed she lingered near him more often, seeking his gentle touch and warmth as she lay down and snuggled against him.

He tried to rationalise her behaviour, attributing it to the natural bond they had formed through his care. Isabella's actions, while persistent, could be seen as a response to her own instincts and needs.

She is seeing me more as a... He thought, idly stroking down her side and flank, feeling her pelt twitch and ripple. No, that's silly. There's no way she perceives me as... that!

Despite his growing confusion and discomfort around Isabella and her behaviour, he couldn't ignore the way she sought closeness with him. His own feelings of attachment and the comfort he provided might have led Isabella to seek him out more frequently. Her behaviour was consistent with an animal seeking companionship and security, but it was his own interpretation that coloured her actions as more than instinctual.

When Isabella's nightly nuzzles and affectionate licks shifted to include more physical contact, the man felt a mix of unease and curiosity. He grappled with his feelings, struggling to reconcile the natural bond he had with her, and his growing emotional and physical responses. Her actions, driven by instinct, were being increasingly felt by him as a deeper connection, leading him down thoughts and feelings no normal man should have.

He knew what he must do, even though it broke his heart, he gave her her freedom – his last vision was of her standing at the edge of the forest, gazing back at him, before she turned and melted into the forest, unaware of the silent tear that slid down his face at their parting.

*

He'd thought her gone forever, until one quiet evening, as the sun dipped down below the horizon, he heard the unmistakable click of cloven hooves on his porch. He looked up from where he sat in his chair, warmed by the fire that popped and crackled in the stone fireplace. Isabella moved with a hesitance he'd never seen in her, wary and nervous as she cautiously took one step, then another, back into his cottage.

“It is you...” He gasped, eyes widening as he recognised her unmistakable markings. “After a year, my doe, you've returned to me?”

Isabella blinked, then her ears snapped forward and as if they'd never parted, she trotted to him, once more rubbing herself against him and sniffing his scent, imprinting it back into her young, curious mind.

He moved off the couch, sitting on the floor, and Isabella lay beside him, the warmth of the fire soon warming them both, casting flickering shadows on their faces. Isabella's behaviour become increasingly puzzling. She watched him with a level of intensity he hadn't seen before, her movements more deliberate and her gaze more penetrating and focused.

He tried to shake off this unease, attributing her behaviour to the changing season. Yet, he couldn't deny the odd mixture of anticipation and trepidation he felt grow within him as he sensed a shift in the master and companion bond they'd shared all her life.

He tenderly stroked her neck and gazed down lovingly at her. After a few hours, he rose, and with grace, Isabella rose as well, something in her sensing he was preparing for bed. As he started to turn, he frowned, then gasped in alarm and surprise.

Isabella, far from walking back outside, she done what she had never done before. Her head dipped and she sniffed and nuzzled at the crotch of his well worn jeans, her tail slowly beginning to flag from side to side.

“Hey! HEY!” He gasped. “This is different... what's gotten into you?”

Isabella lifted her head, her deep brown eyes sparkling with reflected firelight, as she uttered a low, quiet bleat, her tail flagging faster. Once again, she nuzzled his crotch and looked up at him, her eyes trying to convey her curiosity and something far, far more primal and instinctual.

As the night deepened, the air seemed charged with an unspoken tension. Isabella's movements were slow, deliberate, as if she was trying to understand something that had been stirring inside her. The man's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with questions and desires he had tried to ignore.

When Isabella's behaviour become increasingly bold, he was both bewildered and drawn to her. The gentle nuzzling of his crotch turned from curiosity, into something more provocative, and he found himself caught between rationality and disbelief.

She's a doe... His mind reeled, but as she nuzzled him again, he shivered, unable to suppress his own curiosity. She won't do more than give a cursory nuzzle, maybe a lick, I'm being silly. She is just curious, that is all, what harm can it do to indulge her? She's seen me naked plenty of times...

“Isabella, I will...” He stammered, then unbuckled his belt and undone his jeans, pushing them down his thighs. “Here, since you're so curious.”

Isabella tilted her head, gazing at the flaccid penis before her. Curiously, she nuzzled it with her cold leathery nose, then gave a few tentative licks, as if tasting it.

At the sensation of her tongue, he grit his teeth, feeling himself flooded with a conflicting mix of emotions. His body betrayed him, as he started to become aroused, his foreskin slipping back as more and more blood swelled within his penis.

Isabella flicked her ears, continuing her awkward and curious licking, before playfully lipping at it, her touch delicate, curious, yet also... growing interest in the rapidly firming length.

He sank back onto the couch, bracing his hands on the old leather, shuddering and panting, watching on in disbelief as the young doe stepped closer. As he held himself, he stared wide-eyed unable to fathom what was happening.

Isabella slurped at the pink penile head, her tongue swirling and sensuous, soft as a lovers caress. Her curiosity rose as she looked up at him, and her eyes showed a natural wariness and almost... as if she begged for permission.

He reached down and placed his palm flat on her head, then tenderly ruffled her ears, his mind spinning as the doe's warm breath and supple tongue threatened to overwhelm him. “Isabella, no my... my doe. It's... it's wrong, you shouldn't...” he stammered, torn between trying to push her away and seeing how far she would go.

Isabella blinked, before she lowered her head, and seemingly innocently, a third of him vanished into her muzzle and she began to suckle like a nursing fawn. Her tongue pressed up under the thickening shaft, her throat muscles rippled and her pale cheeks alternated between puffing out and hollowing as her tail flagged faster and faster.

“Ooooh - “ He gurgled, his hand falling off her neck, his body trembling, as he experienced the unimagined pleasure of the doe's attentions.

It defied nature, it defied his ability to understand, to comprehend...

For a time unknown, Isabella orally pleasured him, before she began to twitch and snapped her head back with a low, awkward barking cough, her tongue swirling and her throat rippling as she swallowed a mixture of pre-ejaculate and her own saliva.

“Isa...” He stammered, panting and shivering.

Her beautiful head tilted to the side, Isabella coughed once more, then turned away. He thought she was going to leave, but to his surprise, she looked back over her shoulder, her tail upright and ears perked forwards inquisitively.

“You can't be...” He stared, looking at that pale cream coloured rump, the pink skin of her labial folds and the tightly puckered anus above. “Isabella, you're a doe... we can not...”

Isabella blinked and bleated, swishing her tail again and continuing to look back at him, expectantly, hopeful and curious – her lips almost seemingly to smile at him, teasing, inviting – begging.

I shouldn't do this, I'll hurt her, she's a doe, I'm a human... His mind recoiled, but as if drawn by some other instinct, he took himself in one hand, fingers gripping his slick shaft, thumb just behind the ridge of his penile head – and he ever so carefully moved behind her. Placing his free hand on her rump, he tenderly caught her tail between thumb and forefinger, caressing it. As he moved forwards, he felt the resistance of her folds – then to his surprise, his penile head slipped inside her. The heat of her body nearly drove him off the edge of self-control.

Isabella tilted her head to an unusual angle, one ear forward and one back, as she squatted slightly and more of him was slid inside her tight, wet and very moist depths.

He expected more resistance, more discomfort at least, but Isabella merely twitched and looked back, both ears once more flicking forwards as she crouched slightly lower, taking half of him inside her.

He placed both hands on her rump and pushed her forwards, feeling the tight vaginal walls gripping and slipping as he almost dismounted, watching her body language and movements, before he eased forward again, surprised as she willingly stood and even seemed to be trying to help him. A third, half, three quarters of his member, slick with her secretions, vanished into that hot, moist depth. He shuddered and moved his hands to her hips and with one quick movement – hilted the doe.

Isabella bleated loud and long, her tail snapping from side to side, as she dropped her head and panted, her body quivering and vaginal walls rippling wildly.

He began to thrust, gently at first, then with more and more enthusiasm and energy, sending pulses of his pre-ejaculate spurting inside her. He felt the tight muscle at the top of her vagina – managing to pull back just enough to stop himself from thrusting too hard and pushing into her very uterus.

Each thrust made Isabella bleat and tremble, her mouth agape and legs quivering helplessly. Rivulets of her saliva drizzled from her lolling tongue and lips, splattering on the wooden floor as her front legs began to buckle.

His hands moved under her hind legs, as he began to gasp and his grip tightened further and further, more explosive releases only helping to lubricate and facilitate their unnatural mating.

“Isa... I'm... oh gods, I'm going too -” He grunted, slamming himself home, just as his climax surged and send its powerful spurts into her uterus.

Isabella's legs crumbled, she fell to her front knees, as her own climax rippled through her. Vaginal muscles spasmed wildly, squeezing and milking this strange stag with intensity and sensual, mind-numbing pleasure that no buck had ever brought her too. This buck, was virile, powerful and to her mind, intensely pleasurable.

“Isabella--,” He gasped, sweat slick and panting, his whole body caught in the vestiges of his explosive climax. “How...”

She remained on her front knees, her hind legs lifted off the floor, but she didn't mind, feeling the incredible sensations that flowed through her, both externally and internally. It'd been short, she knew that—but most buck's were far far quicker than this one...and he showed no signs of dismounting, much to her surprise...

*

All through the night, they mated like it was the rutting season. Finally, at last, Isabella lay on her back, her head tilted to the side and saliva pooling around her muzzle, from beneath her tail a slick train of semen and cervid vaginal secretions oozed. Her body was exhausted, almost broken, her muscles twitching and firing off overstimulated nerve endings. Her eyes were barely open, her ragged, sharp panting breaths betraying her exhaustion. How many times had he given her his seed? Five? Ten? Isabella had no idea. She was full of his gift – she knew that, her vaginal walls squirming and clenching, as if seeking the hardness that'd done things to her body no stag, no matter how virile or endowed—could ever hope to reach.

Her ear rotated slightly, hearing the exhausted panting from behind her, and she barely had the strength to lift her head, gazing back at the creature who had done the unthinkable, had mated her with such gentleness and kindness – yet such virility and his gifts...

“Please... no more,” he gasped, spent and exhausted.

Isabella trembled, her head turning to the door of the cottage, her eyes glistening as she seen the first rays of a new dawn spreading over the land. As she tried to get up, her legs splayed out beneath her and she slumped belly first onto the floor, panting and shuddering.

Okay, maybe I'll stay here a while longer... Isabella thought to herself, her tail giving a shy, furtive flick, before her head slumped down on the hard floor, and she lapsed into a deep, well pleasured and exhausted slumber.

END