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Shelby was all geared up for a long weekend hunting deer in the nearby park. Hunting was easily one of her favorite sports, even if her friends thought it to be rather garish. There were few things more thrilling to her than downing a big buck with her trusty rifle.

"Maybe you should wait until next season," her friend Sarah had warned her. "I don't think the park rangers will take too kindly to you hunting around there."

"Why not?" Shelby scoffed. "I've got a license, I'll be fine."

"I've heard word that the deer population is too low this year. The rangers want to wait for them to breed their numbers back up before they let hunters out into the woods."

Shelby laughed, loading her rifle in with the rest of her camping gear. "I'm only going to take one, that's it. I doubt they'll miss one little buck."

Sarah shook her head. "I don't think the rangers will be too pleased if they catch you trailing those deer."

But Shelby wasn't about to let a few rangers come between her and her weekend plans. Waving off her friend's warnings, she loaded the last of her gear and set off down the highway. She decided to take a back road into the woods, hoping that the out-of-the-way trail would keep her off the radar of any nosy rangers.

She trekked out into the woods a short ways before setting up a quick campsite to offload her gear. With that, she stalked off deeper into the woods, keeping her eyes peeled for deer. She hiked for hours, making as little noise as she dared while she scanned the horizon for any signs of the creatures. But as the sun slowly drifted across the sky, she failed to sight a single one. Could it be that wind carried her scent and scared them off?

Day one might have been a bust, but she had plenty of time tomorrow to find herself a deer. Shelby decided to call it a day and hiked back to her campsite. She ate a small dinner as the sun began to set, but decided not to light a fire. While the extra warmth and light would have been nice, she decided she could do without attracting unwanted attention to her presence. Finally, she crawled into her little tent and snuggled up in the warmth of her sleeping bag. After an early night, she'd be able to get up at the crack of dawn to resume her hunt.

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Shelby knew something was wrong even as she awoke. Rather than waking up cozy in the warmth of her tent, Shelby found herself stretched over the side of a fallen tree. Her head was pointing downward while her back end was raised into the air, presenting her ass to anyone who may have walked past. As she moved to push herself up off the log, she found that she couldn't move her hands. She seemed to be bound to the log by her wrists, and her struggles to free her hands only succeeded in bruising her skin against her firm bonds. Her legs were free, but in the position that she was in, she could barely reach the ground by standing on her tip-toes, for as much good as that did her. She was at the mercy of the wild, that much was clear.

Confused, her eyes darted this way and that, desperate for some kind of clue to her current predicament. That's when she found it: an ominous note pinned to a nearby tree with her own hunting knife.

We'll be back for you later

That was as much of an answer as she was going to get, she supposed. Did the park rangers catch up to her? Would they really have done something this bizarre to her? She figured they'd have just carted her off to the local jail or slapped a fine on her or something boring like that. This was all a bit unorthodox for her tastes.

It was only when a light autumn breeze ghosted across her backside that she realized she was completely naked from the waist down! She shivered, twitching her hips in protest of her new-found nudity. They had to be joking! This wasn't fair at all! Try as she might, she knew she was stuck there, and struggling only helped to wear her out quicker. Finally, she slumped over in defeat and decided to wait it out until her captors returned for her. Whatever point they were trying to prove, it definitely wasn't funny!

As the minutes ticked on, Shelby slowly began to realize that she hadn't used the bathroom since the night before. A telling pressure had built up in her bladder, but she fought to hold it in. She had a bit more pride than that, for sure. She could only hope that she'd be untied soon enough that she wouldn't be forced to pee in such an undignified position.

Close to an hour had passed when Shelby finally heard soft footsteps approaching her from behind. She cast a glance over her shoulder, hoping to see someone to come and rescue her from her binds. All she saw was a lone stag curiously sniffing the air as it cautiously stepped in her direction. Just perfect, the first deer she'd seen the whole trip, and she was in no position to take a shot at it! In her frustration, she hardly noticed as the stag continued to approach her backside, clearly focused in on the scent of her. The sensation of a sniffling wet nose brushing against her exposed folds took her by surprise, and she squealed out in her shock.

"Get away, shoo! Shoo!" she cried, shaking her hips and struggling to kick back at the nosy animal. The stag seemed to startle, but he didn't flee. After seeing that she didn't exactly seem capable of harming him, he took another inquisitive sniff at her bare cunny, paying no mind to her protesting shouts. She definitely smelled female to him.

To her horror, Shelby felt the stag's tongue flicker out and brush across her slit, tasting her warm folds. He seemed to like what he found, and the flickering tongue brushed over her lips and clit, teasing out the warm feminine juices from within. She could feel her pussy warming to the touch of the slimy tongue, and her clit began to swell. This was disgusting, she couldn't possibly be getting aroused by a deer licking her privates! The stupid thing couldn't seem to tell the difference between her and another animal!

The more her pussy began to leak, the more determined the stag was to lick up the juices. For as much as she tried to deny her arousal, she could no longer deny the unbearable pressure in her bladder, until at last a warm stream of urine cascaded down from between her plump lips. The stag took great interest in this new display, and she could feel him deeply breathing in her feminine scents. He took a few testing licks from the stream she presented to him, and Shelby was mortified to see the beast pull his upper lip back as he lifted his head to revel in the sensation. After what seemed like an eternity, the stream trickled to a stop as the last few drops of liquid lazily dripped to the forest floor. Her bladder may have felt relief, but Shelby was filled with dread for what she knew was soon to come.

The stag took a few more licks at Shelby's puffy lips, cleaning the few remaining drops of urine from his newly found female before he reared back to claim her. His cloven hooves clattered down across the log as he carefully walked his hind end up toward her hips, step by step. She could feel the beast carefully positioning the blunt tip of his cock head to line up with her slit, very deliberate in his motions. At last, when the head of his prick kissed up against her glistening folds, she knew she was in trouble.

With all the savagery of the beast he was, the stag slammed home with a bucking leap, pushing himself into her cunny all the way to the hilt in a single stroke. Shelby cried out as the long cock stuffed her warm tunnel, his furry sheath bunching up against her wet lips. The stag's low-hanging balls clapped up intimately against her thighs with the powerful thrust, swinging like a heavy pendulum beneath him. Buried in to the hilt, the horny stag gave Shelby no time to adjust before he dragged his prick back, only to stuff it back inside her with another powerful buck.

The deer started an ungainly, uncoordinated series of thrusts into Shelby's warm cunny, stuffing himself deep and dragging her feminine juices out with every stroke. She couldn't help but clamp down against the long, warm shaft as it plunged deeper and deeper into her tight tunnel. The stag bugled out proudly as it claimed her, humping frantically into Shelby's dripping pussy and oozing his syrupy precum inside of her. His powerful strokes tugged and pulled at her sensitive muscles, making her clit throb almost unbearably. The powerful clap of his balls against her soft thighs echoed through the crisp morning air.

As the stag atop her heaved heavy, panting breaths, his long and powerful thrusts shortened into faster, pumping strokes, his hips pounding against hers with the primal drive to breed. The deer's slick precum oozed out around his warm cock to mingle with the wetness that already coated Shelby's puffy lips. Her swollen clit trembled under the soft, fleeting tickle of the deer's furry sheath, forcing a groan from the lips of the violated woman. She was being abused by the very animal she'd come here to hunt, but that didn't stop her body from craving more of the beast's cock! Her smooth, wet walls squeezed around the animal's shaft, practically inviting him to pound her to his heart's abandon. She couldn't control herself! Shelby grunted out her frustration as the stag slammed his cock into her pussy with reckless abandon.

The stag danced on his hind hooves as he gathered more purchase to slam home into the warm cunt beneath him, all while Shelby fought to catch her breath. To her horror, the beast was dragging her tantalizingly close to orgasm! She blinked back the tears, not wanting to admit to herself that this dumb animal was going to make her cum, yet unable to ignore the tingling of her swollen lips and the throb of her aching clit. While part of her wanted to push it all back, the primal part of her brain wanted nothing more to reach back and rub herself right to completion as soon as possible. The sensations were driving her mad!

All the while, the horny stag pounded her pussy for all he was worth. Suddenly, he hunched all his weight forward and began frantically pistoning into Shelby's hole with short, rapid strokes as he raced to his own finish. The rhythmic slap slap slap of his heavy balls against her swollen clit brought Shelby right to the precipice of her inevitable orgasm. She was almost there...

Abruptly, the stag lurched forward, hilting his cock into her cunny and shuddered to a sudden stop. Shelby could feel his balls tense up as his cock began to heave, and a powerful rush of seed was slung out into her warm cunt. Over and over, the thick loads of creamy cum spattered against her walls, coating her insides in warm deer spunk. The thick, syrupy cum oozed out from around his cock and dripped out to coat the insides of Shelby's thighs, marking her as claimed. The stag's cock was still twitching and oozing out the last of his seed when he dismounted Shelby. He briefly paused to snuffle at her puffy folds, confirming that she was well seeded, before ultimately wandering off back into the woods.

Poor Shelby, meanwhile, still stood at the edge of her orgasmic cliff, unable to take that final plunge. Her body screamed out for release, and she could feel the throb of her poor clit matching the beat of her fluttering heart. She wiggled her hips fruitlessly, desperate to try and finish herself off, but she couldn't even manage to clench her thighs together. Letting out a frustrated sob, her hips humped the air, begging for the release that would never come.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as a trickle of deer cum lazily oozed out from between her glistening pussy lips. All there was left to do was wait for some merciful soul to free her from her predicament. The lessons she'd learned that morning were sure to stick with her a while yet.