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Hoppers Story

Chapter Six

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

15th February, 2012

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Hopper clung to Katy for over an hour, crying helplessly and shivering like he was stricken with a fever, before Katy managed through gentle stroking and petting, to soothe the frightened young Whiptail and make him relax. Hopper still cried and sniffled piteously, but he had stopped shivering, and Katy gently rocked him, like he was a small child - holding him gently in her arms. At last, Hopper began struggling weakly, and Katy released him, before he twitched and glanced down at himself ; suddenly realising he was completely naked. A low moan escaped him, as he say Katy glance at him, then flush in embarrassment.

Hopper spun about, ashamed and deeply insecure about his feral-like body, knowing Katy had more than enough time to see that in many respects, Hopper was really more feral than anthropomorphic. Without a word, Katy shed her lab coat, then draped it over Hopper's naked body, covering him and the long coat dragging behind him. Hopper looked at his new accoutrements, and giggled nervously, slowly pulling the coat around himself and glancing over his shoulder.

"Thank you - " Hopper whispered, still very much embarrassed.

"You do look...rather cute in that coat Hopper - " Katy admitted, then began laughing delicately.

Hopper looked at himself again, noticing the sleeves of the coat were about five sizes to big for him, and the hem of the coat dragged behind him as he tried to walk. Soon, his shame and embarrassment were forgotten, as they both shared a laugh together - but Katy could sense in Hopper, his laughter was more forced, rather than natural. Katy led Hopper back through the halls, and he retrieved his clothing, quickly redressing whilst Katy turned her back, listening to Hopper awkward wrestling with his clothes. When at last he was dressed, Katy turned back around, then sat on the ground, folding her legs beside herself and draping her lab coat over her shoulders.

Just as she was about to have a quiet chat with Hopper, there come a weak coughing growl, and Katy turned her head to see the Doe, having just been let out of her sleeping room, then Katy chuckled and decided to let Hopper work out his frustrations with the Doe's daily exercise.

"We'll talk soon Hopper," Katy smiled, then gently pet his paw.

Hopper glanced at her, then nodded before he lay down, then began stretching the tendons in his legs - preparing for a long, physically demanding session with the waiting Doe.

*

Katy left, knowing she could trust Hopper with the doe, and she sat in the nearby room, idly catching up on some paperwork, infrequently glancing through the thick glass as Hopper began playfully wrestling with the Doe, who seemed to enjoy the experience - and Katy laughed delicately as the Doe got Hopper in a rough headlock of sorts and wrestled him to the ground. Turning back to her work, Katy lost herself in the mindless tedium of reports, files and cross-checking her work - oblivious too the two Wallabies who played outside...

*

Hopper blinked, feeling his body damp with sweat, as his ears flicked forwards, listening to the Doe's soft grunts. Hopper frowned even deeper, as his mind tried to decipher the feral calls to a semblance of english - before his eyes widened and he moaned, holding his paws up before her in a negating gesture. Again, the Doe made the soft cries, and Hopper violently shook his head, then uttered his own string of grunts, barking coughs and clicking sounds. Not to be deterred, the Doe nuzzled against Hopper, and thinking he had discouraged her, he crouched down and nuzzled her in return - his nostrils suddenly flaring as he caught the subtle scent. Quickly, the Doe crouched and her urine streamed forth, carrying the very strong pheromones and scent that made Hopper moan and tremble helplessly.

"No...please you...you don't understand - " Hopper gurgled, his mind nearly overcome by the pheromones in the Doe's urine, as his primal nature tried to assert itself.

As his body instinctively began to respond to the Doe's scent and body movements, Hoppers mind became a twisted, tangled morass. His mind began to turn on itself, part of him wanting to obey his ancestral instincts - his more human-like mind screamed at him, that she was a feral Doe - and he was an anthropomorphic person - it...it was wrong!

Hopper moaned in agony, torn between conflicting and irreconcilable emotions, as he loved this Doe, she was playful, friendly and genuinely pleasant to be with - yet what she was asking, in her own way, Hopper had no idea how to even begin courtship - let alone the actual physical act of breeding. Add to this confusion, was his human-like thoughts, that once again screamed at him that this was wrong - he was not a feral Whiptail - he couldn't even possibly begin to imagine what it would be like...and he would never forgive himself...let alone what others would do and say, if they ever knew.

Again, the Doe nuzzled him, her scent growing stronger and stronger, as Hopper squealed and pushed her away, before he stumbled backwards and fell heavily onto his back. Confused, the Doe nuzzled hoppers belly, her long tongue licking the sweaty fur - and Hopper shrieked, violently slapping at the Doe's muzzle with the palms of his paws, before he scrambled onto his paws and knees, scrabbling wildly across the grass. His mind was shrieking inconsolably at him, part of it demanding e submit to his feral instincts that began to burn within him like a bushfire - his calmer, more rational thoughts violently trying to sway him towards reason and logic.

"NO!" Hopper screamed at the Doe, trying to ward off her attentions as she crept closer, making the unmistakable clicking sound of a Doe longing to be bred and accepting of the Buck. "No...please - you...you don't understand - I...I'm not what you think I am, I'm not a - "

Hoppers fear broke like waves on a rocky shore, and he fled to the door, then began pounding on it, his fear growing more and more, before his paws fumbled at the slender handle - almost as if they had forgotten how to open it. Katy sat with her back to the door - and the window, oblivious to Hopper's screams and frantic pounding on the door, as she had placed the ear buds of a Ipod in her ears and was happily listening to music - completely unaware of the situation outside; just thinking hopper was doing his regular exercising with the Doe.

*

Hopper was terrified, his only encounter with mating, had been at the hands of that cruel and violent Veterinarian, when Hopper had been but a child...memories of that terrifying and agonising time flooded Hoppers mind, and he was outright terrified of the Doe, who frowned and nuzzled Hopper, scenting his terror and fear, but not understanding why he would be afraid of her. Her gentle coughs, clicks and growls only seemed to fall on deaf ears, so she frowned deeper, then began nuzzling and grooming Hopper's ears. Hopper struggled, continuing to flail ineffectually at the door, until realising that Katy wasn't coming to save him...

Torn between his fear, his memories and his own mind conjuring terrible and sickening images - Hopper wanted nothing more than to get away from this Doe - as he was outright terrified - not having any concept of mating with a Doe...would it hurt, like that Veterinarian had hurt him, all those years ago? Would he feel the sick twisting of his stomach, as adrenaline flooded through his agonised body? Would she call him names, to shame and intimidate him - whilst she forced herself upon him? None of this made any sense to Hopper, as his fear crushed him in a merciless mental embrace, forcing itself down on the shrieking young Whiptail with a crushing force..

Hopper collapsed, curling up into a foetal position, his tail clasped tightly between his paws and hugged tight to his chest, as he squealed and shivered - overcome with his grief and fear, as the Doe leapt backwards from him - her gently cries and guttural calls once again falling on Hopper's un-hearing ears. Overcoming her own fear, she cautiously approached this terrified young Buck. Never in her life, had she sensed such fear and pain - and she touched Hopper's ears with her paws, lightly tugging them - before she nuzzled them and tried to calm and soothe this scared young Buck.

"No...please...please just leave me..." Hopper wept, curling up tighter.

Far from dissuaded by Hopper's cries - which she didn't understand anyway, the Doe nuzzled him again, then began gently licking his ears and muzzle - like she would a frightened Joey. Slowly, Hopper began to relax, and she kept up her gentle reassurances - licking away the salty tears and grunting quietly - her voice uttering the submissive, comforting calls of a mother to its Joey. Hopper began to listen to her, his fear slowly being overcome, and he weakly uncurled before looking up into her eyes. She tilted her head to the side curiously, before resuming her gentle nuzzling and licking of his ears and muzzle.

"You...you're a feral - " Hopper sniffled, and wiped at his eyes with the soft pads on his paws.

With a series of clicks, grunts and nuzzles, the Doe blinked once, then resumed nuzzling and soothing him, not understanding a word.

"Oh...please...please stop - " Hopper begged, as he tried to push her away.

With a confused look, the Doe snorted then growled at Hopper, who flinched and lay back down, letting the Doe resume her reassurances. Hopper soon began to forget his fears, as the scent of the in-season doe began to grow more and more arousing for him - and he crawled back to his feet and trembled, clasping her muzzle in his paws and licking her forehead. She blinked and returned the greeting, before clasping at his neck with her gentle paws, uttering the familiar coughing sound, before she turned herself about and crouched, holding her tail up and to the right, waiting for Hopper to mount. He swallowed nervously, then leaned close before placing his paws shyly on her back, not really knowing what he was doing - but the way the doe trembled - something almost instinctual inside Hopper began to wake and stir once again.

"What can it hurt..." Hopper's mind whispered to him, and he felt his arousal growing once again, as the doe urinated and the strong scent of the hormonally charged urine struck Hopper nostrils like a shotgun blast.

It was this moment, that Hopper lost his self control and his feral instincts seized him. His feral urges seizing his mind, driving out all rational thought - Hopper struggled out of his human-like clothing - shedding it behind himself as he stared into the Doe's eyes. She gazed back with a look of love and trust in her Buck - before Hopper grunted and pushed her around, then clasped at her tail with his paws. Already, his slender S-shaped penis was at full arousal, flicking against his soft groin fur and the scent of the Doe drove him wild with the desire to breed...

To Be Continued...