{"sf1_id":711122,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The Ghost of Magnolia Lane","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":3001,"posted_at":"2014-05-29T14:56:00.000Z","tags":["Albino","Anal","Bestiality","Deer","Doe","Human","M/F","Vaginal"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/711122-the-ghost-of-magnolia-lane","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/711122","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=711122\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#6 of Miscellany\n\nJust a random story that climbed out of my skull.","content":"                You\nknow, I'm fairly normal. At least, I always thought so. But that all changed\nrecently. And the circumstances surrounding it are less strange than you would\nfirst presume.                I\nmoved. Not across town but to a new town, to pursue a new job. I have money,\nbut I'm not a spend thrift. I decided to look for a nice, smaller home to call\nmy own. There were plenty of offerings, but none that seemed to stand out as\nmuch as this beautiful little two story brick in a gated community. Normally\nsuch civilized snobbery involved two story Mcmansions, but this house was\nsmaller than the normal offerings and tucked away in the woods. Apparently it\nhad been on the market a little while and the bank wanted to unload it. It was\na great deal for me.  We closed and I\nmoved in.                That's\nwhen things got weird. My neighbors were quick to come over with house warming\ngifts. All they were really doing was snooping. I didn't mind. Let them get\ntheir curiosity satisfied and then maybe they would leave me alone.                I was\nasked a thousand and one questions. Was I married? I told them no, but that I\nhad a girlfriend back home. It was a lie, but if they had any sisters, or\ncousins or daughters or any such nonsense to throw at me, that forestalled it.\nI was just out of a relationship and in no rush to enter another.                During\nthese mostly one-sided conversations, there were allusions to the previous\nowner of the house. No one said anything directly, and when I pressed the\nmatter, they would clam up. All this did was pique my curiosity. I went to the\nRecorder's office and looked up the former owner. Armed with a name, I ran it\nthrough the internet. What I came up with both freaked me out and intrigued me.                The guy\nwho had lived here for many years had recently (eight months ago) been arrested\nfor crimes of a sexual nature. This amounted to bestiality, which, in the\nneighbor's eyes, accounted for the variety of animals he had kept.  The funny thing was, if this guy had managed\nto keep a menagerie here in this community long enough to get it on with them,\nI would have been surprised. Even this little, out of the way place was probably\nalways under observation by the local gossips.                I let\nthe matter drop. It wasn't like this guy was going to be impacting my life. It\nwas my house and I was now the proud owner and of everything that came with it.\nThe grounds needed some work, but overall, it had a lot of property and some\nbeautiful gardens. The first night I was completely moved in, I sat on the back\ndeck with a couple of beers and my camera.                Why the\ncamera? I liked photography and this place was home to a lot of birds,\nsquirrels, chipmunks and other cute little woodland creatures. As it was\nstarting to get dark, I figured my chances were slim, but it never hurt to be\nprepared. I had put the lens cap on and had it sitting on a little table when I\nsaw the movement out of the corner of my eye. I grabbed the camera and put it\nin active mode and waited.                Whatever\nit was that I saw was moving in the trees at the farthest point of the yard,\nnear the wall that surrounded this place. It looked for all intends and\npurposes like a ghost. It was pale, so pale in fact that I was willing to say\nit was white. But its ghostly movements were purposeful and deliberate. It\nseemed to stand there looking in my direction for a few minutes before\nwandering away. I snapped a few pics before it wandered off to the right and\ndisappeared.                I went\nin to look at the images on the compute. There were of poor quality due to the\ndim light, but the shape was unmistakable. In the morning I went to the\ncommunity manager and flipped printed copy in front of him. \"What the hell is\nthis?\"                He\npicked it up and smiled. \"Oh, that's Zoe. She is sort of the community mascot now.\"\nHis voice hushed a little. \"She was brought in here against the rules by the\nformer owner of your house. We've kind of taken to her, and since she can't get\nout, and no other deer can get it, we've decided to allow her to stay. Everyone\nseems to like her.\"                So it\nwas a deer. A doe. An albino doe.  I must\nsay I was intrigued. I'd love to get some good quality photos of her. I decided\nthen and there to start putting out food to attract her. The evening, after I\nhad spent the day getting my bedroom sorted out and a few boxes unpacked, I\nfilled up a bowl with corn and set it a few feet off the back deck.                I\ndidn't have to wait long. The ghostly shape split from the foliage and slowly\napproached the house. I was hardly surprised at her lack of fear. If everyone\nhere was pampering her, she had to be living an idyllic life. Heck, I was taken\nwith her right off the bat. She was a pretty thing. She wasn't something you\nwould see in nature much because she'd never survive long.                I had\nthe camera out. I had the back lights on to compensate for the setting sun, and\nmy shutter was clicking like it had a nervous twitch. I was so busy looking\nthrough the viewfinder than I didn't even notice her walk past the offering of\nfood and step up onto the deck.                When I\ndid, I was immediately freaked. Not scared mind you, but properly freaked. I\nhad no idea she was this tame. She walked up to me and stopped, sniffing the\nair. Another step forward and she licked my hand. I nearly recoiled from the\nwet tongue. She seemed to be unalarmed by my wary posture.                 Turning,\nshe ambled to my back doors. They were French style, each with those long\nhandles you just push down to open. The doe nuzzled one a moment before finding\nthe spot she wanted. In the next instant, the handle was depressed and the door\nswung open. In all my days, I have never heard of a deer opening doors. And the\nmost amazing thing was, these doors swung outward.                 She\nstuck her head in, followed by her neck and then the rest of her. The last\nthing I saw was her tail, standing tall, and quivering just a little. I stayed\nin my seat. The last thing I wanted was to freak her out while she was in my\nhouse. I could imagine all kinds of things, from broken TVs to her crashing\nthrough a window and getting cut up.                I\nfinally got up the courage to look in. She was gone. Great! Now I had to go look\nfor her. I opened both doors wide, despite the mosquitoes, in case she made a\nbolt for the outdoors. I tiptoed around, looking from room to room. I finally\nfound her in my bedroom, which was the designated master bedroom. She was\nsniffing my laundry basket. There was a quite a pile or smelly clothes. Hey! I\nhadn't had time to hook up the washing machine yet.                She\nlooked up, seeing me clearly in the dim light of the house. I flipped on the hall\nlight, hoping maybe she would follow it out. Later it dawned on me that that\nworked better with bugs. I could see the light reflected in her eyes. She was\nstaring right at me for the longest time.                I was\njust beginning to think I was going to have to try herding her out of the room\nand then out of the house when she did the damnedest thing. She turned and\nclimbed up on the bed. That wasn't the weird part. She then got down and\nflopped on her side, just like she was used to kicking back like that.                 My mind went back to the guy who formerly\nowned the house. There had been mention of bestiality. Apparently there was\nsome credence to that story. I mean really; why else was this girl here? I was\ntorn. I really should get her out of the house. On the other hand, I was\nbeginning to grow some nice wood and I hadn't gotten laid in months.                 I\nstepped out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. I was still unpacking stuff,\nbut it didn't take me long to find an old tube of lube. I had meant to through\nit out before I moved, but I was thanking my lucky stars I hadn't.                  Now you\nmay wonder at my sudden interest in having sex with an animal. Well, up to\nmoving here, I had never even considered it, much less ever heard about it. I\nwould never have tracked one down and ted it up, if that's what you're\nthinking. But the fact was, this female was laying on my bed and I could only\nthink she had one thing in mind. She probably missed her previous s owner and\nwas comfortable with any male in the house. Besides, like I said, I was feeling\npretty horny. Screwing a deer in my own house wasn't going to get me in\ntrouble.                 I t was\nthen that I suddenly realized why this other guy had made this room his private\nbedroom. It had no windows! He could do as he pleased, away from the prying\neyes of the overzealous neighbors.                As I\ncame back into the bedroom, she lifted her head and watched me as I approached\nthe foot of the bed. I still wasn't too sure of this whole thing. Maybe I was\nwrong. But I figured I'd give it a try. I put out my hand and stroked her\nhaunches. After a few minutes of this, she seemed to relax and rolled over on\nher back. I had to stifle a laugh. She looked like a dog waiting to have its\nbelly rubbed.                 I ran\nmy hand across her underbelly, feeling the soft fur tickle my palm. When she\ndidn't pull away, I ran my hand to her backside. I had never made inquiries\ninto the private parts of animals before. Her vulva, or at least I assume that's\nwhat it was, were tight ridges of flesh, lightly furred, and very warm. I spread\nthem a little, shoving in my middle finger. It didn't work very well until I\napplied some of the lube. Once my finger was slick I was able to penetrate up to\nmy knuckle.                By now,\nwith her apparently willing to have her body molested by the likes of me, I was\nsporting a raging hard-on. Working my finger in, I was debating whether or not\nshe could handle me. My cock was long-ish, around eight and half inches, but it\nwas also rather thin by comparison. Still, I didn't want to hurt her, just so\nthat I could get myself off.                I\nstripped, and all the while, she just lay there looking at me. I lubed up my\ncock, still wondering whether I should d this. If I injured her, I would think\nit would be apparent how and where she got it from.  But the other side of my brain pointed out that\na deer could give birth to a fawn, and that was no small thing. It was now or\nnever!                I\nclimbed up, treating her like she was a woman. I turned her on her side. I\nstraddled her lower leg, pushing the upper one forward to keep those pink\nhooves out of my way. I lined up my cock and pressed it against her opening.\nThe head pushed in and stopped. I was thinking maybe this other guy had a\nlittle cock when I could feel her hole relax slightly. I slid in a few inches\nbefore stopping again.                It was\nat that moment when I almost swore off women. Jeez! It was like I was screwing,\nI don't know, some little underage girl. I have never, and I mean never screwed\nsomething this tight before. I've done anal plenty of times, and this beat any\nof that.  Using her hip for leverage, I\ndrove it in repeatedly until I was pressed up tight against her body. I'm not\nashamed to admit that I blew my wad right them.                I was\nsure she could feel my cock convulsing inside, but she just lay there. I would\nhave sworn she was purring like a cat or such some equivalent.  I silently cursed for not keeping myself\nunder control, but I think I can be excused. As the last of my sperm flowed out,\nI resumed thrusting. In no time I was as rigid as an antler.                The\ngoing was still tight, but a bit easier with the addition of my natural\nlubrication. As I began pounding away, bits of frothing white worked their way\nout, though they went unnoticed on her white fur. I fucked her like this for\nmaybe ten minutes. I figured at that point she was pretty docile, so I rolled\nher back onto her back and did her missionary. I would never have guessed it\nwas possible, and in the wild, I was pretty sure it wasn't. A buck would never\nbe able to assume this position.                 I was\nstill wary of her hooves, which were beginning to get twitchy. I knew nothing\nabout mating in the wild, but something told me males were pretty quick to get\nthe job done. Last thing you would need would to be attacked by wolves whilst\nscrewing your lady love. The girl seemed to enjoy the attention and the\nduration I was giving her. Apparently she had been trained well.                I would\npay anything to have a photo from that first time. I doubt anyone would have\never believed it, blaming the image on some sick graphics artist with too much\ntime on his hands.  Who would ever\nbelieve a one hundred and eighty pound guy would be fucking a one hundred and\ntwenty pound albino doe on his bed...missionary style? (I have pics from later\nepisodes if you want proof.)                I\ngrabbed her hind legs and lifted her backside up slightly. Leaning in, I applied\nas much force as I could muster. She remained docile and seemed to really be\ninto this. I was already thinking ahead to other nights of fun. My cock was\nraging, pounding out that tight hole with more force than I thought she could\ntake. It was only by accident that I got more than just this laid back attitude\nout of her.                I had\nto adjust my grip from time to time. My palms were getting sweating and her fur\nwasn't all that great for hanging onto. I made a particularly deep plunge and\npulled back, intending to stop right at her opening. She bucked just a little,\ncausing me to slip out. I brashly tried to push in without checking and forced\nmyself into her tail hole. She let out a sheep-like bleat.                I held\nstill. I could feel her ass contracting around my cock. I could also tell there\nwere little pellets of feces in there. I hardly thought it a good idea to pull\nout and carry in bacteria to her cunt, so I gave a few gentle pushes. Each time\nI did it, she bleated, but she never pulled away. In no time I was in deep, my\nballs brushing against her tail.                I\nlasted only a few minutes after that. The entire time, with each inward thrust,\nshe would bleat. Needless to say, by the time I was letting loose my second\nload, her vocalizations were constant. I tried to be careful, but when I came,\nI couldn't help but slam it home. He mouth was open and her tongue was out. Her\neyes , instead of being wild, were almost half lidded and, if it can be said\nfor a deer, dreamy eyed. A deer who liked anal...who knew?                I sort\nof fell on top, propped enough to keep me from crushing her. She was still\ntwitching around my cock. I couldn't help but do a few half hearted pushes.\nThis caused her to tighten up even more. I doubted I had any more in me to\ngive, but I rocked on my knees for a while enjoying the extraordinary tightness\nof my new lover. I could see why that other guy had chosen this lifestyle.                When I pulled\nout, I was a little messy. Once I was out she struggled to her feet and walked\nout. Since the doors where open, I left her to her own devices and hit the\nshower. When I came back, I checked the bed. It was a little messed up, so I\nthrew the spread in the wash pile. I pulled back the covers and went to close\nthe doors.                She was\noutside, just within the reach of the security lights. She was obviously going\nto the bathroom. Her head turned to me as she finished squatting. I had\nintended to stay until she wandered off, but she came back up on the deck and\ntrotted inside. I shrugged and closed the doors. The ole girl was going to have\nto stay all night at this point. I walked back to the bedroom to find her back\nup on the bed.                \"I hope\nyou don't think I've got more in me. You're beautiful and all, but my cock is\ndone.\" I climbed up and, not knowing what else to do, I spooned her. It seemed\nto be the correct thing to do. Soon we were both asleep."}