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In Deer Trouble – Chapter Three

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

20th September, 2021

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Buckley stood in the shower, head hung low and shuddering whilst Lester washed him from ears to hooves.

“I'm so embarrassed - “ Buckley murmured.

Instead of being angry with him, Lester lifted Buckley's head and gazed into his eyes.

“I apologise my love, I did not think this through thoroughly, if anyone is at fault, it is me. I just did not expect her, well, her..."

With a sigh, Lester leant his head against the wall.

“I should have better self control over my instincts," Buckley shook his head, his soapy ears slapping from side to side, spraying a fine wad of soapy foam against the walls of the shower. “I've never been with a woman, be they human, anthropomorphic or like dear Fawne. I'm a gay male – really! I love her, there's no mistaking that, she is beautiful, intelligent, friendly beyond any fault...yet why do I feel the way I do? What is wrong with me?"

Sensing Buckley's rising anguish, Lester smiled weakly then crouched down and cupped Buckley's chin in both paws, forcing the distressed buck to stare into his eyes.

“Nothing my love, there is nothing wrong with you. It's a fact of what makes you... you. You may be sentient, intelligent, thoughtful and like me, yet deep inside of you, somewhere, is that which is unique to you and your kind! You have, I imagine, still, your primal instincts from your ancestry."

Buckley sniffled and blinked, gazing at Lester. “I had no idea that...oh gods, how do I deal with it?I can't very well just turn off my sense of smell, even just being, well, her, it makes my heart flutter and my mind race!"

Lester smiled and leaned down, kissing Buckley on the forehead.

“I think, my dear, sweet stag, you need to broaden your mind. Fawne is beautiful, I can not deny that – yet you are all the deer I ever need, I want you to know that!"

Buckley sniffled and blinked in confusion.

“I did not buy her for my own pleasures, I admit, I would like to experience such with Fawne." Lester told him.

“Then..." Buckley murmured. “She is imprinted on you, I understand why, truly I do, yet you ordered the... you had her imprinted with the..."

Buckley couldn't voice the words that stuck in his throat.

“I did, and a part of me is ashamed and guilty, part of me did it, for... well, because I'd love to know what it's like, with a doe I mean. Not only that, but I confess, I did have somewhat – ulterior motives. I know how much you've longed for one of your own kind as company...

Buckley tried to look away, but Lester gently pulled his head back again.

“You know I sometimes have to go away for work purposes and other things, how my heart breaks to leave you here alone... Now, Fawne will obey you just as she does me. If you wish too – well – to try things and experiment, then please, do so freely and without guilt. I know your heart belongs to me, as mine does to you, but isn't there a part of that large, beautiful heart, to learn to love Fawne as well?"

“She's...a female and - “ Buckley trembled. “I've never..."

“Fawne is a doe, yes, obviously. Now you have your instincts, yet Fawne has been imprinted, not only to obey and bond with me – and you don't forget... Yet she is a sentient, living and emotional creature. Also, she will be able to help you – if – you wish, to relieve and ease these feelings you have. Do not fear or be ashamed of who and what you are my dear, sweet buck...they are what make you special."

Buckley swallowed the lump in his throat, as he lifted his head up to look into Lester's eyes.

“If I...you...you won't think any less of me?"

Pulling the trembling stag's head close against his belly, Lester smiled and stroked Buckley's head tenderly.

“No, my dear, sweet stag – what we have – will always be ours, and special! I love you just the way you are, so, please, if your instincts demand this of you, surrender to them. Fawne, as you know, is quite...willing, I think your own beautiful masculine scent works on her, just as hers works on you!"

Buckley shuddered and sniffled, before he shook himself like a dog, spraying water and soap everywhere as Lester laughed and washed him off.

*

That evening, Buckley lay on his clean couch, his nose wrinkling as he could still smell the scent of his shame – it must have soaked into the leather itself. Fawne lay with her head on Lester's lap, as he lovingly stroked her ears.

“Fawne," Buckley whispered, his voice filled with fright.

Fawne lifted her muzzle off Lester's chest, then looked at Buckley, before back at Lester.

“Go to him Fawne, you do not need to ask my permission, I want you two to be friends..."

Fawne frowned, smelling something in Lester's scent, but she obediently climbed to her dainty cloven hooves and walked over to Buckley, who shuddered and averted his eyes.

“Yes master Buckley?" Fawne asked, in that sweet voice of hers, ears pricked forwards, attentive and alert.

“Why is this so hard..." Buckley moaned.

“Easy Buckley," Lester told him. “Speak from your heart my love, you know what you want to ask of her."

Buckley trembled, then slid his legs out from beneath him, by rolling on to his side and Fawne never twitched a muscle as she seen the shy pale tip of Buckley's length peek from his sheath.

“I can not deny your scent - “ Buckley murmured, as he wriggled awkwardly and slipped off the couch.

Fawne stepped closer and nuzzled his neck and shoulder, her tail flagging as she smelt his rising masculine scent that spiked her own urges and instincts.

“I'm...I'm so scared!" Buckley squealed, as he backed up against the couch. “I've never..."

Fawne tilted her head to the side, her eyes showing compassion and confusion in equal measure.

“He's never made love with a female before you Fawne, what...is there anything you or I can do..."

Fawne thought a moment, before she shook her head and smiled at Buckley. Stepping closer, she licked away his salty tears, nuzzling at his ears as she carefully nuzzled her way down his neck, shoulder and back.

Lester watched with interest, as Buckley trembled and stayed glued to the couch with his rump, trembling helplessly. Fawne's scent filled Buckley's nostrils and threatened to overwhelm him as she bleated softly and flagged her tail.

“Urgh - “ Buckley moaned, as he felt himself fighting the urges, yet his penis had other thoughts as it eased from the furred sheath.

Turning about, Fawne leant against Buckley and moved back down, rubbing herself against him until her tail flicked against his nose and she stepped two paces away. Buckley was at full arousal, his penis dribbling a little pre-ejaculate onto the floor as he stood up and shuddered.

“I don't...how do..." Buckley whimpered.

Fawne crouched slightly, her hind legs splaying out at an angle as she lowered her rump down towards the ground, tail upright and her labial folds glistening and puckering as they awaited the stag who stood so close – yet seemed so far away.

Frustrated, after a few moments, Fawne looked over at Lester.

“Master, can you help please?"

“Uh...how, I mean, what do you need?" Lester squeaked.

“Move Buckley forwards, place his hind legs over my hips, then hold him steady, please?"

“I...I didn't - “ Buckley moaned. “I'm not so..."

“Easy Buckley," Lester smiled. “I'll help you, just relax, you're so tense!"

With some difficulty, Lester manoeuvred Buckley to where Fawne was satisfied, before she smiled, looking over her shoulder and pushed back carefully, before she sighed and shook her head.

“Master? Please, I need some help again..." Fawne sighed in exasperation.

What was with these two males? She was eager, willing to pleasure, did they not understand the first thing about mating... lovemaking? Sure, this method is, rather mundane...

Lester frowned, then he gave a silent 'oh' and his fingers slid down Buckley's flanks and underneath his belly. Buckley squealed as he felt Lester's fingers slip around his Cervid length and carefully, with his other hand, he pushed Buckley forwards.

Fawne nodded, feeling Buckley start to mount inside her, her labial folds spreading and sliding down the stag's firm male-hood – when suddenly Buckley squealed and gripped his forelegs inwards, then with a loud slap he drove his full length into her and Fawne gasped as Buckley's hot spray was jettisoned into her cervix.

Instantly, Buckley moaned and pushed backwards, as Fawne took a few hesitant steps and looked back at him.

“I'm so sorry!" Buckley squealed in terror. “I had...no idea - “

Lester stared, dumbfounded at what Buckley had done, watching as the buck whimpered and turned away, his guilt and shame filling his expression as his wilting erection dribbled the last of his seed onto the carpet.

“Not..." Fawne shuddered and giggled softly. “For a first time, master Buckley..."

Flagging her tail, Fawne turned about and walked back over to Buckley, before she gently nuzzled him and kept at it until he looked at her, where she smiled and licked his wet muzzle.

“Why do you cry so? What we shared, there is no shame, you are a buck, I am a doe, it was natural."

“I..." Buckley sniffled, trying to be brave as his brown eyes welled up again. “I'm so ashamed of...that... what I done!"

Fawne frowned, not understanding his confusion, so she did what come naturally to her, she nuzzled and licked his face and neck until he sniffled and lay himself down, Fawne laying beside him and resting her head against him.

Lester quietly left the room, leaving the two Cervid some peace and privacy, as he thought to himself that whilst Buckley was inexperienced – it wouldn't take Fawne long to encourage him to try again. Rutting season was months ago – but unlike feral bucks, Buckley was willing and eager all year round.

*

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Later that night, as Buckley snored, spread out on the bed, his hind legs at almost right angles to his body, forelegs stretched out, Lester quietly led Fawne to the spare bedroom. Here, he sat down on the edge of the bed and Fawne knelt on the carpet, gazing up adoringly at her master.

“Thank you Fawne, for what you shared with him – he...Buckley is young, scared and confused, but with your gentle spirit and knowledge, I am sure you both will have a lovely life together.

“Master?" Fawne asked, her eyes narrowing behind her pale lids. “I thought you would... I mean, it's not my place to question, forgive me."

Lester leaned forwards, gently stroking Fawne's ears. “My dear, sweet Doe – in time, will I wish to share my affections with you, if you are willing to do such."

Fawne's tail flagged and she looked up.

Stroking her ears, he chuckled. “I said in time my lovely young doe. I need some – time to get used to this, to you. I saw how poor Buckley made love with you, and I...know my own failings. A sweet, beautiful doe like you deserves to be treated with kindness and gentleness. You're not some, well, some toy, to be used and discarded. Do you understand me?"

Fawne nodded. “Yes master. I have the knowledge and willingness to sexually please my owner, as you requested. If you wish to bree – I meant, make love with me, it will be my pleasure to share myself with you. If you wish pleasure of another type, then please, tell me your desire and if I can fulfil your wishes, I will eagerly do so!"

Not what I meant, little one... Lester sighed softly, then he stroked her ears again.

After a few moments, he thought for a bit, then chuckled and nodded.

“I have... something – I picked this up just before we left town the other day, it – doesn't fit me..."

“Master?" Fawne blinked, confused.

Rising, he stepped over her and walked to the closet, before he knelt down and slid a package wrapped in brown paper out and carried it to the bed. Here, he sat down and set it on his lap.

“You know, that Buckley loves being, well, my doe..."

Fawne listened attentively, then nodded. “You and he share a bond that I can never truly understand master, but I share a similar bond with you, do we not?"

“Of sorts, dear heart. Of course, I love and cherish you, but my true heart belongs to my beloved Buckley."

Fawne nodded again. “I understand master, he is your – partner."

Lester nodded, then smiled at her, as he quietly opened the package and took a harness out, setting it aside. Fawne frowned, not understanding the context or how the device worked. As Lester stood, he slipped a deer-like phallus toy out of the box the harness had been in.

“Master? What is this for?" Fawne inquired, as she stood up and looked at the toy and the harness.

“I know you're incapable of revenge and such negative thoughts little one - “

Nodding, Fawne leapt up onto the bed, then knelt down and watched her master with curiosity and interest.

“This..hop down please love, I'll show you..."

Obediently, Fawne climbed off the bed then stood patiently. She squirmed and giggled as his fingers slid over her pale tan fur, placing the harness. Two buckles, one either side of her hips were tightened as Fawne blinked and twisted this way and that trying to see it clearly.

“Okay, that'll do, I was just getting quick measurements, now..."

Lester undid the harness and Fawne stepped out of it. Placing it back on the bed, Lester snickered and slipped the deer toy into the ring in the underside of the harness, whilst he placed a similar, but smaller, toy in a ring at the back.

“Master, what is..." Fawne whispered, as she looked at the two toys. “I do not quite understand."

“Let me demonstrate dear one - “ Lester chuckled.

As he helped Fawne back into the harness, he caressed her tail and she obediently raised it, before he squirted a little lube onto the smaller toy, then held it by the ring and eased it carefully forwards and into Fawne's depths.

“Oh..." Fawne gasped, as she felt the toy mount her comfortably. “That feels..very nice master, now, what about..."

Fawne splayed her front legs out and looked upside down along her belly. The second toy hung slightly below her four pale teats, right where on a feral stag, his sheath would be. Fawne stared for a few moments, before realisation spread across her muzzle and her beautiful smile spread from one ear to the other.

“Oh...now I understand..." Fawne giggled shyly, as she experimentally twitched her hips forwards, then felt the straps pull the toy inside her slightly forwards, it rubbing against her clitoris.

With a startled gasp, Fawne froze, then timidly thrust again, her body quivering as pleasure built on pleasure as the toy aroused her more and more.

“Now, do you understand dear Fawne?" Lester smiled, as he lifted her head and kissed her on the lips.

Nodding her head, Fawne squirmed and her four legs quivered as the pleasure began to flood her mind and body.

“This...harness will let you make love with Buckley, just like I do – well – almost the same, whilst pleasuring you as well as every time you thrust your hips – the toy inside of you will pleasure you as well."

Quivering, Fawne nodded and giggled shyly.

“I believe, master, this technique is called - “

Fawne's words were muffled, as Lester placed his paw over her muzzle and pulled it shut.

“Yes, you are correct little one – now, we shall both please Buckley, shall we?"

Fawne licked his fingers and her smile spread across her muzzle as she nodded.

*

Buckley moaned and tail flicked as something tickled it.

“Mmph...'way - “ Buckley murmured.

With a startled squeal, Buckley felt himself grasped by the hips and pulled backwards, as a wet, sticky something probed under his tail. Instinctively, Buckley's tail snapped upright as he smelt Lester's scent. Lester eased the toy inside Buckley, who groaned and trembled in pleasure, his hind cloven hooves dancing on the ground as Lester continued to use the toy to arouse the stag.

“Such a needy little doe, aren't you?" Lester snickered.

“So...good - “ Buckley panted, his penis sliding from his sheath, then he squeaked as he was pushed forwards and his length got pushed to the edge of the velvet coverlet on the bed, where it rubbed against it.

“Oh...please, please do that!" Buckley grunted, the felt his hind legs spread apart as Lester used the side of his foot to push them apart, whilst continuing to toy with Buckley. “I so love it when you take me like the doe I am..."

Pushing the toy to its base inside him, Lester left Buckley squirming and panting, before he snapped the hobbles and clicked a spreader bar into the slots on the shackles.

“Oooo - “ Buckley squealed in delight. “You going to do something kinky with me Lester?"

“Something like that - “ Lester chuckled.

A tight ring was locked around Buckley's tail base, affixed to another bar that ran down his back and clicked into the large leather collar around Buckley's neck.

“Keep this up..." Buckley panted as he wriggled, then found himself held quite securely. “I won't last long..."

With a snicker, Lester applied other bondage gear to the unsuspecting young buck, which eagerly submit, his tail tip twitching in excitement. Finally, Lester slid the well lubed toy free from Buckley's rump, causing the trussed young buck to squeal and his semen spurted onto the floor – he couldn't help it.

“So eager are you?" Lester shook his head.

Buckley panted and shuddered, his body quivering and his musky scent so strong, even Lester could smell it. Lester stepped up behind Buckley and teasingly pressed his firm erection against Buckley's tail hole, making the slutty buck squeal and quiver in anticipation.

“Not yet little one..." Lester teased him.

“I need it..." Buckley whined plaintively.

“Need? Oh, you'll get it alright..." Lester chuckled, then smacked Buckley on the rump.

“Oh!" Buckley squealed again, his trembling growing.

Quietly, at a gesture from Lester, Fawne crept into the room and Buckley's ears twitched as his nostrils flared.

“What...what...?"

Fawne moved quietly up to the bed, looking down at Buckley, before Lester draped a blanket over Buckley's back.

“Master said you wanted to be a doe..." Fawne licked delicately at Buckley's tail, then her tongue flickered over his puckered anus.

“Eeek!" Buckley yelped and struggled, but the leather bondage straps and bars held him trapped.

Lester watched, sensuously masturbating himself as he watched Fawne orally arouse Buckley who writhed and squealed like a doe in rut. After several minutes, Fawne stopped and nuzzled Buckley's tail, before she suddenly reared up and her knees come down either side of his ribs – just behind his forelegs. Buckley squealed helplessly – lost in the surprise and pleasure, as with skill, Fawne lunged forwards and the strap on toy she wore slammed forwards, their hips meeting with a loud slap.

“Urgh!" Buckley shrieked, as his penis throbbed and another powerful orgasm spurted forth.

“So a little doe you shall be - “ Fawne grunted, feeling her own toy thrust within her as she pulled back and drove herself hard against Buckley. “Relax little doe – I'll show you what its like to be mated properly...

Lester snickered, watching Buckley's eyes grow wide like dinner plates, as his muzzle fell open and he bleated like the doe he really was. Carefully, Lester moved down the side of the bed, then he knelt on it and took Buckley's chin in his paws.

“You can't..." Buckley moaned.

“I know how gifted you are with your tongue Buckley..."

Buckley tried to protest as Lester eased forwards and cupping Buckley's muzzle in both hands, he guided himself into Buckley's muzzle.

“Mmmph!" Buckley gurgled.

“Oh, Buckley!" Lester gasped, as Buckley squeezed his eyes closed and began suckling with eagerness and intent.

“Master?" Fawne gasped, as she squirmed and slapped her hips against Buckley, who in turn moaned again and squirmed in unimagined pleasure. “I guess that was one way to quieten the doe..."

END