(ZOO) Whitetail Season
Story by Cederwyn Whitefurr on SoFurry
A young feral Whitetail Doe gets herself into a spot of bother, was it an accident - or intentional?
(ZOO) Whitetail Season
© Cederwyn Whitefurr
22nd September, 2021
All Rights Reserved.
Steven swore as his hand slapped the screen door it slammed against the weathered timber and he charged out onto his porch yelling and waving his arms.
Out in the yard, Whitetail's bleated and scattered, trampling his garden and the vegetable patch on which they'd been feeding.
“Get out of here, go on, get! You got a whole forest to graze!"
Throwing a rock that they avoided with ease, he cursed and swore as he looked at his trampled produce.
“I swear, one day, I'll make stew and steaks out of the lot of you!" He muttered.
A crash come from the side of the house and he threw up his hands in exasperation, before stomping towards it. As he rounded the corner, he stopped then stared, looking at the deer that had become entangled in the wooden fence. It squealed and kicked, but with one hind leg trapped between two railings, it couldn't get itself free.
His frustration growing, he stared at the deer who flinched and bleated again. Seemingly without thought or even concern, the rest of the herd vanished into the woods, leaving one of their own behind.
He frowned and stared at the young doe who bleated and struggled, but only made her difficult position worse. Her left leg firmly stuck, she was in a compromised position, rump skyward and front knees bent, her head almost touching the ground.
“A doe..." Steven pondered.
She was beautiful, her light tan pelt, the creamy white of the chest patch, her belly and that beautiful flag like tail. As he walked closer, she froze like a deer in headlights, then looked over her shoulder at him.
Expecting to see fear in this feral deer's eyes, he was surprised as she didn't seem the least bit afraid of him.
“You'll do as an object lesson..." Stephen growled at her, as he slipped the leather belt through its loops and folded it over, gripping it in his hands. “You damn deer need to learn not to trespass!"
With a startled bleat, she struggled in the locking grip of the fence, then he smiled at her and quickly lashed her other hind leg to the fence railing. Confused, the Doe twitched and looked back at him again.
“You'll learn your lesson young one..." Steve muttered, as he placed both hands on her furred rump.
Crouching down behind her, her slipped his hands down her pale rump, his fingers curling under her tail. With a squeal, the doe flinched, but to his surprise, she didn't try to escape or even kick – not that she could. His fingers gripped her tail and lifted it upright, grabbing it firmly, but not so it hurt.
“Pretty young thing, aren't you..." Steve murmured, as he looked at the tight puckered sphincter and the pale slit of her labia. “You'll do just nicely..."
Her ears went flat and she bleated loudly as his rough fingers feathered her labial folds, gently exploring and then parting them to reveal the pale pink vaginal walls.
“Good girl - “ He grunted, as he caressed her folds.
Bleating, the doe squirmed and looked back at the human, her eyes filled with curiosity and confusion.
Steve caressed and stroked her rump and warm folds, as he shuddered and felt the arousal starting to tent his boxer shorts.
With a soft bleat, the doe shuddered and looked back at him again, before she flicked her tail in his grip.
“Oh, you act all innocent - “ Steve whispered, as he slid his hand down her rump and pressed his fingers against her udder, feeling the warm leathery texture and the small teats. “I wonder how many buck's you've entertained? Then again, I bet they've never truly satisfied you...have they?"
He stood up, then pushed his boxer shorts down, revealing his fully erect penis, which he took in one hand and tapped teasingly against her rump with a quiet slapping sound.
Bleating, the doe squirmed and looked back at him again, her innocent expression washed away and surprise replacing it as she felt him rub his penile head against her folds.
Carefully, gently, he placed his hand on her rump, lightly scratching near the tail base as he shuddered and pushed forwards a little more, then he gasped as he felt his penis head slip inside her surprisingly accommodating vaginal passage.
With a grunt, the doe trembled and her tail flicked again.
“Easy girl.." Steve panted.
He'd never mounted a deer before, he had no idea what it would be like, to feel those ticklish guard hairs – the tightening muscular contractions as she instinctive squeezed with both labia and vaginal muscles then relaxed again. Sensations he'd never imagined filled him and he gasped, placing one hand on her rump and gripping her upraised tail.
“Ugh..." Steve gurgled. “You're..."
Bleating, the doe shuddered and stretched her front legs out, then pushed back against him. He gasped as his full length slid into her and she squirmed and flicked her tail tip from side to side.
“I never..." Steve grunted. “How..."
Frustrated, the doe wriggled and pushed back again, lifting her head to look back at this strange, enigmatic buck. He was meant to mount, then after a moment...
Her eyes widened, as Steve suddenly grasped her by her hips, around her hind legs and began an eagerly thrusting against her. At first, it hurt, he was way bigger than any whitetail she'd bred before – but quickly, her natural lubricating fluids began to ease this unnatural mating between deer and human.
“Fuck me..." Steve wheezed, feeling the warmth of her body spreading from his enfolded member all through his body.
Her tail flagging, she bleated and braced herself with her forelegs, locking them against the ground as he would dismount, then gently ease back in and shudder as she would instinctively squeeze down, then relax again.
He quickened his pace, his body leaning forwards and hands slipping past her flanks to rub and caress her udder as he eagerly began thrusting harder and harder. Her squeals and quivers only excited him more, as she began panting and shuddering.
“Yeah...you like it...don't...oh..." Steve gripped her flanks hard, as he gave a final push with his hips.
She bleated loud and long, as his semen spurted into her cervix, her tail slashing wildly against his stomach and he gurgled helplessly, lost in the mutual pleasure between human and deer.
Her own orgasm caused her to squeeze and ripple her vaginal muscles in a rapid pulsing, which made Steve grunt and thrust again. He felt her contractions like he was in a hot, silk lined glove, it almost defied his comprehension as she panted and hung her head, saliva dripping from her muzzle.
For several heartbeats, both doe and man were lost in the shared experience, before Steven shuddered and pulled back, sliding free of her with a slurp. A small squirt of semen and her own natural fluids splashed to the ground as he slumped to his knees.
Bleating, the doe squirmed and kicked at the confining belt that held her, as she looked down and back at him.
His fingers quivering, he untied the belt that held her leg, then carefully, he placed his hands on her back, then looked down at her.
“I...I'm sorry, I did not - “
Confused, the doe looked up into his face, before she bleated and squirmed, then looked down at her trapped leg, then back at him.
Taking a chance, he reached down her flanks again and lifted her up, awkwardly holding her as he dragged her off the fence and quickly set her down on the ground.
For a moment, the doe lay there, panting and trembling, before she weakly got to her hooves and shook herself. Scrambling backwards, Steve watched her, expecting to get a hoof launched at him – or at best – she would flee from him and what he'd done.
To his surprise, she took a few steps away, before she stopped and trembled, before turning back around and approaching him.
“Woah, hey...off you go sister, go on...shoo!" He murmured, waving his hands at her.
Cocking her head to the side, the doe stared into his eyes, her woodland brown ones gazing into his sky blue eyes. Shyly, she stepped closer, then stretching out with her neck, she licked his cheek, before turning and in three quick running steps, she cleared the fence and vanished into the thick woodlands beyond.
Sitting on his buttocks on the ground, his mind reeling, Steve tried to make sense of what had happened... had he really...with that doe...
Looking down at his penis, seeing the glistening of her fluids and the final few dribbles of his semen, he knew he hadn't dreamed it – he could smell her scent, his own, and the sensations....
*
In the woods, the doe paused and turned about, taking a single step back towards the house, before her resolve broke and she froze, one cloven front hoof held just above the ground.
She did not know much, but she knew one thing for certain...
Next season, she would trespass again...
END