Blacktail Sanctuary - Chapter Seven -
#7 of (ZOO) Blacktail Sanctuary
Stephen is torn between his love for Jasmine, the Whitetail Doe, who idolises him, and his guilt over what he done. He supresses the emotions, prefering to act like nothing happened, and finishes his shift a the sanctuary. That night, Kelly and he quietly talk about Stephen's further wishes for a child of their own, Kelly politely explaining how she isn't ready - and this brings Stephen around, to mention that Jasmine has come into season early - and how the staff will need to decide on a suitable stag for the breeding. THis is resolved, and Stephen and another are preparing to breed Jasmine to the stag, but asmine has thoughts and feelings of her own - and she is adamant, that this stag isn't the one she wants to father her offspring....
Blacktail Sanctuary Chapter Seven - © Cederwyn Whitefurr 13th February, 2012 All Rights Reserved.
Stephen moaned, then laughed nervously, before gently stroked Jasmine's ears and cuddled her around the neck. Jasmine tolerated his playful cuddle, smelling his scent ad knowing she had pleased him immensely, which made her happy in its own, unique way. Almost as if sensing their mating was finished, Jasmine blinked and nuzzled Stephen's head, licking his forehead, before she bleated tentatively and he moaned, then gently pushed her head away.
"Jasmine...no...please - no more my dear, sweet gentle doe - what...what we did..." Stephen whispered, then ruffled her ears.
Jasmine frowned at him, then nuzzled him once more, before she watched him dress himself and slip quietly out of the shed. Jasmine followed, her tail held upright like a flagpole, and went back to nibbling at the grass, seeming to understand that Stephen no longer desired her - but her ears kept flicking forwards, just in case he called. Walking back across the enclosure, Stephen was torn between ambivalent emotions - he hated himself for what he had done - yet another part of him longed to feel Jasmine's warmth again...and he shook his head, trying to sort himself out.
What would Kelly think - if she knew he had mated - for that was the right word he felt - to a feral Doe? Understandably, she would be furious with him, and it would most likely be the end of their love affair and trust...something Stephen knew he could never bear to live without...
*
That night, over dinner, he picked up the dishes and brushed past Kelly, who playfully swatted his rump.
"Good boy, see? You humans can be taught! There's hope you you yet..." Kelly snickered.
"Tease - " Stephen chuckled and took the dishes to the kitchen.
As he prepared the dishes to be washed, he grunted as he felt warm furred fingers slide around his waist,then slip inside his boxers and grasp him in an intimate touch.
"What have you been feeding this - " She whispered huskily into his ears.
"Whitetail's - " Stephen snickered, then gasped as Kelly began stroking him.
"Mmm - I think its still hungry - can he come out to play?" Kelly giggled, her grip gently tightening on his penis.
"You're insatiable - " Stephen chuckled.
"Nope, just...need some relaxing - its been a tiring day. How about you take the guided tours tomorrow - tell me how you feel, standing on your feet all day, answering questions...you know how it goes..." Kelly sighed in frustration, then licked Stephen's neck, feeling his skin erupting into goose-flesh.
"You're a natural my love - " Stephen whispered, feeling his arousal growing swiftly under Kelly's gentle caress and stroking.
"At this..." Kelly nibbled his right ear tenderly, then began soothing masturbating Stephen, her paw sliding up and down his tenting shorts. "Or something...else - "
Stephen clutched the sink and moaned helplessly, his bones turning to jelly at Kelly's touch - she knew how to arouse him, and the longing for her grew and grew, before Kelly flicked an ear, then sighed and rested her forehead against Stephen's neck - both of them hearing the soft cries of the fawn from the other room.
"Bad timing little one - " Kelly moaned in frustration then gave Stephen another sensuous stroke. "Keep yourself entertained my love - I'll be back..."
Kelly began preparing the fawns evening meal, warming the milk formula before slipping out of the kitchen and cradling the crying fawn in her lap, offering the teat. Hungrily, the fawn quickly nuzzled the rubber teat, then began suckling, and Stephen come up behind Kelly and kissed her nape, sliding her long ponytail aside.
"You're a natural mother - " Stephen smirked, before licking along Kelly's left ear.
"Ooo - " Kelly shivered, her tail flagging slowly. "Stop that - I'm busy - "
"Reminds me - " Stephen muttered, as he slid his hands up under Kelly's shirt and unclasped the bra straps. "Did you know Jasmine is coming into season?"
Kelly blinked, twisting her head about to stare at Stephen, who smiled innocently.
"How - " Kelly began.
"Honey? Trust me - I've lived with you for years - I know when a Doe is coming into her season - its a bit early for jasmine I think...but at the staff meeting tomorrow, I think we should all sit down and discuss what stag we should breed to her." Stephen thought for a moment, then sighed. "She's so young and vulnerable..."
Kelly laughed delicately, wiping a dribble of milk from the fawn's muzzle, before she looked back at Stephen.
"My love - in the wild, they don't get, often at least - to choose the stag who breeds them. In some ways, it ensures the survival of the most dominant and sexually mature stag - who breeds an in-season doe - you're applying human thinking, to them, when to a feral deer herd - they just often get chosen by the most strong buck of the herd, who can fight off his rivals and so on. Of course, in a captive herd like this, we can choose - most times - the genetic strains we would like in a breeding pair...." Kelly smiled, then reached up and stroked Stephen's cheek with a paw.
"This is...oh, I don't know - she's just so loving and trusting - she follows me everywhere, she always has - and I'd hate to see what happened to that last doe...happen to her" Stephen admitted, as he remembered the violence of the stag they had last paired with a doe, a year ago.
Although appearing to be fairly gentle natured, when the stag was released to the Doe, he had performed as expected, under the watchful eyes of the staff - but afterwards, he had become violent and forceful - attacking the doe with his antlers and causing grievous wounds. Stephen did not want a repeat of such violence, and he mentally began reviewing a listing of the stags they had, and the best one suitable for breeding to Jasmine.
"Oh good - you're all done - " Kelly smiled and gently wiped the fawns muzzle, before kissing her on the forehead affectionately.
Handing Stephen the empty bottle, Kelly made the fawn comfortable on her bed, before rising and shivering.
"Before you ask - " Kelly snorted then gave Stephen a look. "The answer is no - I'm not ready for a fawn of our own...not yet."
Stephen smiled innocently, giving her a hurt, woeful expression, before Kelly snorted and wrapped her strong arms around him and pulled him close.
"Doesn't mean - I don't like practising..." Kelly giggled, then led Stephen towards the bedroom.
*
Two days later...
Jasmine stood trembling, the thick hood over her head blocking her vision, but it was something she was used too as she stood patiently, her long ears poking through the hood and twitching violently too and fro. She knew by scent, this area well - it was a private, secluded enclosure with high privacy fencing surrounding it, and she smelt the scent of the human's hand placed before her nose, before she willingly followed - being led by the rope attatched to the halter. even though she couldn't see, she could smell Stephen's scent, and would happily follow him - regardless of the rope or not.
As she entered a smaller pen, her nostrils flared and she scented the strong musk odors that permeated the pen; scents of a does fertile urine, and the stronger musky stink of the stags who had been here before. her trembling grew, the scents arousing her more and more, before she heard the soft grunt of a buck nearby...
"Jasmine..." Stephen whispered, as he unclipped the rope from the halter.
Turning her head, she looked to where the voice come from, her ears pricking forwards inquisitively.
"We've chosen a buck for you - its not...not the one I thought, thankfully - you're only young - this is your third season..." Stephen whispered, stroking one long, silky-furred ear, watching Jasmine's tail slowly rise and start flagging. "You don't have any idea - what I'm saying...do you?"
Indeed, Jasmine had no comprehension of human language, she responded more to touch, vision and scent, and all she knew, was her friend was here with her - and thats all that mattered. Jasmine flicked her ears, hearing the buck grunt again, then there was the unmistakable sound of cloven hooves clopping closer. Stephen gave Jasmine a gentle pat to the shoulder, before he stepped out, and she turned about, following his scent.
"No Jasmine...stay - " Stephen told her, holding a hand to her forehead. "Stay!"
Jasmine stopped obediently, more the gentle pressure on her forehead giving her the command, than his voice. Sniffing, she could scent the buck, and his arousal, mixed with her own eostrus scent. With a toss of her head, she snorted softly and sniffed her way to the water, where she dipped her hooded head and began sipping delicately. Suddenly, she felt the buck's nose under her tail, and she squealed, lifting her head up and water cascading from her muzzle, before she froze immobile in fear and confusion. This wasn't what she wanted - not now - and not ever. With a gasp, she slapped her tail down and began to turn, but the buck snorted and violently slammed his forehead against her rump, making her hind legs slip from under her. More frightned now, Jasmine squealed again and struggled to her hooves, ears swept back as the buck slammed his head against her flank again - her hips crashing agains the stall wall.
"She...get him out of there!" Stephen wailed, eyes wide as he watched the buck's violent tendencies towards Jasmine.
"You know better than that - she's a doe...in season, and he's a buck. She needs to submit to him, we can't interfere!" Come another voice.
Jasmine screamed, a deep, primal shriek of fear and confusion, her hooded head twisting from side to side, as she frantically tried to shake the hood off. She did not want this buck - not in her lifetime - yet as he grunted and slammed his shoulder against her again, knocking her to her knees, she struggled back upright and tried to twist away from him. As she turned, the buck lunged, and his powerful forelegs grasped Jasmine tight about her slender hips, and she began thrashing herself violently, shrieking and struggling to escape his tightening grasp. She did not want him - or anything to do with him - she had chosen her stag - and this...was not the one she wanted to breed from.
As he snorted and bit down on her nape, Jasmine shrieked, then thrashed violently, pushing herself back wildly and making the Buck's rear hoves screech across the concrete on which they stood - as she lunged from side to side, then pushed back again in a violent dismounting movement - before she felt his grasp loosen around her ribs and she twisted her head about and bit into his right foreleg, her teeth digging deep. With a scream, the buck threw itself backwards, a chunk of fur and flesh being torn from his bitten leg, and he crashed backwards into the stall wall, ebfore losing his balance and collapsing to the ground.
Stephen and the other keeper had watched this violence in shocked horror, never realising a doe was capable of such aggression towards a buck, but as Stephen went to open the stall door, the buck rose to his hooves, any thoughts of mating driven from his mind, as he snorted and glared at the doe, slowly lowering his sharp, powerful antlers....
To Be Continued...