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Farm-to-Table Delights

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

6th October, 2024

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As Jamie drove along the winding country road, excitement bubbled like the fizzy wine they had indulged in during the trip. The world-renowned deer farm, known for its unique experiences and “luxurious offerings” loomed ahead. Pulling into the parking lot, Jamie was greeted by a landscape of pristine lawns and picturesque barns, exuding an inviting warmth.

“Isn't this place just something?” Jamie's friend, Chris, exclaimed, already halfway out of the car.

“Charming, and a bit... too perfect?” Jamie replied, eyebrows raised.

The staff, impeccably dressed in crisp uniforms, greeted them with smiles and warmth.

“Welcome to Evergreen Acres, where your dreams come true!” chirped a woman with an unsettlingly wide smile. “Please, follow me.”

As they entered the main building, a wave of anticipation washed over Jamie and Chris. This wasn't just a farm; it was a curated experience, complete with brochures that promised the ultimate blend of intimacy and culinary delight.

*

The group, about six in all, gathered in a cozy presentation room, dimly lit but filled with the scent of fresh hay and something sweetly fragrant. Staff members stood on the platform, quiet and attentive, the main greeter lady beginning her presentation.

“Welcome to our farm, Evergreen Acres. Today, you'll have the opportunity to interact with our exquisite deer and later enjoy a gourmet meal that features your chosen companion.” Her voice was smooth, the words flowing like honey.

Jamie felt a thrill of excitement mixed with an undercurrent of unease. Interact? He thought it felt like a euphemism. Each guest was presented with a special tag, designed to mark their selected deer for the interaction and later dining preferences.

“Once your experience is complete,” the presenter continued, flashing a knowing smile. “your chosen deer will join you for dinner.”

The guests applauded politely, oblivious to the staff's words. Jamie exchanged a puzzled glance with Chris, who frowned slightly and rolled his shoulders. “Get to cuddle deer and have them join us for dinner? Sounds wonderful!”

The thrill of the experience overshadowed any unease either of them thought as they rose and walked out of the presentation hall, following the young woman.

*

After a quick tour of the farm, Jamie and Chris were led to a picturesque meadow where they met a dozen deer of all sizes, colour patterns and species. Every one of them, be they buck or doe, was gentle, sweet-natured and affectionate beyond any deer either of them had encountered in sanctuaries or parks. Jamie's heart raced as they approached a young whitetail doe, her large, expressive eyes shining with curiosity, her tail snapping up and wagging from side to side as she looked a the two humans, then happily walked over, rubbing herself against their outstretched hands.

“Look at her!” Chris exclaimed, reaching out to stroke the doe's soft fur. She leaned into his touch, giving a gentle, trusting nuzzle, and Jamie felt an unusual warmth settle over him, an unexpected pull.

“Isn't she beautiful?” Jamie murmured, captivated by the doe's gentle nature and her calm, inquisitive gaze. She sniffed at Chris's hand, her nose brushing his fingers, then lowered her gaze towards his groin, eyes flicking back up with a curious bleat as her tail flicked, an almost intentional invitation.

Jamie's breath caught, a mixture of intrigue and uncertainty knotting in his stomach. “Uh...”

“You didn't read the website, did you?” Chris laughed, the tone almost reassuring. “They're... open to sharing themselves. We've talked about it before, you know, your curiosity.” He gave Jamie a knowing smile. “This farm is all about _experience—_the deer are raised and trained for it, as long as they're treated well.”

Jamie's heart quickened, Chris's words echoing in his mind, but doubt flickered in his eyes. Was he here, considering something so... unusual. The doe's steady gaze, so oddly expectant, seemed to work towards erasing his misgivings. He looked at Chris, uncertain but intrigued by the idea.

“Well... I mean, I have wondered...” Jamie stammered, blushing. “She is beautiful, and...”

Before he could finish, the doe pressed nuzzling pointedly against his trousered groin, her eyes lifting to meet his, and her tail flagged with a more pronounced swishing.

Jamie gasped, rooted in place, unsure whether to return the doe's affectionate nuzzle or stand there, flustered.

“I told you,” Chris chuckled, patting him on the shoulder as he began to unbuckle his belt and loosen his slacks. “Once you go deer, well, you'll never want anything else again.”

Jamie's breath hitched as the doe's warm, insistent nuzzle against his hand sent a gentle, thrilling pulse up his arm. She pressed closer, her slender muzzle nudging up to his neck, her eyes meeting his with a depth that felt almost too aware, too present. Her delicate nostrils flared, inhaling her scent as her soft, warm fur brushed against his cheek, sending a shiver down his spine.

Chris, standing back with an encouraging grin, his erection firming in his hand, gave a small nod. “Go on Jamie. This is what we came here for.”

A deep blush coloured Jamie's cheeks, but he let his hands roam over the doe's shoulders, feeling the warmth of her smooth coat. She responded to his touch, her slender neck arching and her tail flicking rhythmically, a silent invitation to Chris and Jamie, that she was eager, willing and very happy to fulfil their desires, conveyed in the language of nature.

Tentatively, Jamie lowered himself to one knee beside her, his fingers gently grazing along her neck. Her breathing quickened in response, her sides rising and falling as her head tilted back, eyes half-closed in gentle surrender. Jamie leaned forward, drawn in by the unusual magnetism between them, as her nuzzles of his neck and shoulder intensified, her lips ever so tenderly tracing his jaw and neck, her chest pressing intimately against his as she gave a deep shudder and a quick inhalation as Chris placed his a hand on her rump and gently mounted her.

Her tail flicked against his belly, her weight shifting as she positioned herself closer to Jamie, her warm breath between her and Jamie building in soft, unhurried waves. Jamie stared back at Chris, who trembled and eased himself back, once more ever so carefully hilting the doe, who twitched and twisted her head back to gaze at the human behind her, her tail swishing faster and faster.

“Gods...girl...” Chris panted, placing his hands on her rump. “You're so...amazing...”

Jamie was in shock, Chris making love with the doe, her seemingly enjoying the experience, but the sound of her quickening panting breaths and the way her tail moved. He gently caressed her chin, and her head turned back, her large, expressive eyes warm and comforting. He carefully cupped her cheeks with his hands, before leaning forwards and pressing his lips against hers. He expected her to baulk or pull away, but the doe's ears swept forward and she merely blinked, as he started to nervously kiss her.

Jamie's touch grew more and more assured, as he let himself fall into the surrealism of the moment, her furred lips, her slick, hot tongue, the way it tangled and explored his mouth, the farm's tranquil setting around them seeming to fade away into the background, leaving on the delicate, hypnotic connection between him and the doe, unspoken, yet undeniably present.

Chris's hands slid down her flanks, and he began to soothingly caress and stroke her udder and teats, the doe bleating quietly and slightly squatting, making Chris gasp as the angle within her changed, and he found himself even deeper inside of her tight, slick vaginal folds. Each dismount and remount, his penile head pressed against her clitoris and sensitive nerve endings, which heightened the sexual gratification and pleasure to higher and higher levels. He settled into a steady, but firm rhythm, savouring her trembles and quiet, enthusiastic bleating, her tail swishing so fast against his stomach, that he swore it'd surely break off.

Jamie hesitated, feeling his heart hammering in his chest as he knelt beside the doe, his hands trembling slightly as they brushed along her soft neck, exchanging deep and passionate kisses with her, sharing their breath. The doe sensed his uncertainty, gently breaking the kiss to gaze into his eyes with her wide, curious eyes, a gentle understanding almost visible within them. Her nostrils flared as she sniffed at him delicately, her body language, despite Chris's increasingly eager thrusts against her rump, calm and inviting, as though she could sense his curiosity mixed with his nervousness.

With a quiet glance at Chris, who smirked and gave an encouraging nod, continuing to mount and stroke the doe in intimate ways, Jamie took a shuddering breath, trying to steady himself as he unbuckled and slid down his slacks. The doe's eyes followed his movements, her head tilting as she shifted slightly closer, her body language gentle as if she understood his apprehension.

As Jamie knelt before her, holding his erect penis in one hand, the doe bleated and shivered, before awkwardly dropping to her front knees. She nuzzled Jamie's shoulder softly, her breath warm, but rapid, a soothing contrast to his tension. She pressed her nose against his bare thigh, giving a soft, inquisitive snuffle, and he felt himself nearly climax there and then as her tongue slurped from his well-manscaped scrotum, over his fingers and up the shaft, to curl around his penile head.

“Fuuucckkkkk....” Jamie gurgled, his body tensing.

She gazed up at him, her pale-furred lips parting as she lowered her head, pausing to look up at him as if checking his response. Her lips brushed against him softly, and Jamie's breath caught, his body tensing before he grit his teeth as her tongue swirled and drew his penis into her muzzle. Her dental pads in her cheeks ever so carefully rubbed against the sensitive organ, as she adjusted her head, her eyes closing. She began to bob her head up and down with delicate movements, sensing his vulnerability and her responding with surprising gentleness. Her muzzle brushed his scrotum lightly, and she began to suckle with more intensity, yet a cautious curiosity.

With each gentle touch, Jamie's nerves eased a little more, but he couldn't deny the intensity of the feelings she was bringing him. Her ears swished forward, and she looked up through her long eyelashes, her tongue swirling and head bobbing, a slight crease of her lips as she seemed to smile up at him.

The sensations built slowly, swirling in his loins like a rising tide. Each pull of her muzzle and flick of her tongue coaxed soft gasps from his lips, and Jamie found himself surrendering to the pleasure.

“This feels...incredible...” he whispered, stroking the doe's ears gently, half in disbelief, half awe.

The doe's gentle rhythm was hypnotic, and he could feel the tension of his nerves giving way to an intense warmth that spread through his body. As Jamie's breath came quicker, he noticed her movements growing bolder, yet still remarkably tender. It was as if she instinctively knew how to balance exploration with care, making him feel desired and safe at the same time as arousing him and drawing him ever closer to climax. Her soft, velvety mouth enveloped him, and he could hardly contain the moans escaping him. He began to tighten his grip on her ears, overwhelmed by how right this felt.

“Just...like that...” he murmured, his words barely forming as she responded with a deep, satisfying slurp that vibrated through his penis and into his entire body, sending shivers up his spine. He could sense her focus completely on him, her doe-like expression a mixture of curiosity and delight as she took him completely into her muzzle, eager to please.

Yet, even in the rising pleasure, a part of him felt a twinge of hesitation, an urge to pull back. He had never experienced anything like this, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying. The doe sensed this, pausing briefly to look up at him with those warm, trusting eyes, her gentle demeanour reminding him of the pleasure he was bringing her, as well as what she brought him.

“Okay...okay,” he panted, urging himself to let go. He felt her resume her motions, gentle but persistent, her mouth working his length in smooth, careful strokes, and he leaned into the sensations fully, truly surrendering to her.

As his body began to tremble with impending release, Jamie bit his lip, trying desperately to hold back “I...I don't want to finish...too soon...” he gasped, but the doe looked up, seemingly understanding and taking it as a challenge. Her pace quickened slightly, a playful energy igniting in her movements. Each slurp, each pull and swirl of her tongue set off fireworks in his mind, and with each passing second, he felt himself nearing the edge again and again.

Finally, the wave of pleasure grew too much, cresting into an overwhelming torrent. Jamie gasped, slapping his hands on her head and forcing it down, making the doe snort, as he surrendered to the tide of his climax as the world around him blurred. “I can't... hold it...” he moaned, feeling his climax wash over him like a storm, a mixture of surprise and ecstasy spilling from his lips.

As he let go, he felt the doe respond instinctively, her warm mouth enveloping him completely as she swallowed, the gentle rippling of her throat muscles urging him expectantly towards the last waves of pleasure. When it subsided, he found himself sweat-slick and breathing heavily, an ecstatic smile spreading across his face as he looked down at her.

When his arousal finally subsided, the doe lifted her muzzle, then used her slick tongue to lick her lips, a look of innocent curiosity in her eyes, as if she was pleased with her exploration, and Jamie couldn't help but chuckle weakly, still catching his breath. “That was... wow,” he stammered, still reeling from the experience, knowing he'd never forget this moment.

The doe's muzzle took on a strained, almost bewildered expression as her head tilted, her breath catching. Her whole body began to tremble, a slow ripple building from her shoulders down to her hind legs, until, with a sharp, resonant bleat, she pressed back against Chris with a desperate urgency.

Chris grunted, fingers digging into her flanks as he braced himself, feeling the rhythmic contractions as her climax seized her body. Every shudder from her pulsed back through him, a tide of raw intensity that made his restraint snap. “Good girl...” he moaned hoarsely, his voice almost lost as he gave in, grinding deeply against her with a groan. He felt himself surge in response, spilling his seed into her as the doe's head dropped, her breath coming in heavy pants, her entire body shuddering.

For a long, lingering moment, they remained entwined, his firmness still nestled within her as he felt the soft pulses of her body, each a gentle reminder of their powerful, shared climax. He stayed there, feeling her shivering subside, both suspended in a moment that held its kind of intimacy, both of them caught in the serene afterglow of their unnatural lovemaking.

As the afterglow faded, Chris slowly eased himself back from the doe, still entranced by her gentle, trembling form. He took a moment to smooth his hand along her flank, feeling the softness of her coat under his palm, then helped her steady herself as she took a few hesitant steps forward, her legs slightly wobbly from the encounter. He watched her as she lifted her head, meeting his gaze for a brief moment, before she began cropping in the grassy meadow as if nothing had happened. The sense of serenity in her movements, coupled with the lingering warmth from their union, left him feeling elated and conflicted.

Jamie, who redressed, had watched them both. His gaze flickered between the doe and Chris, curiosity mingled with unease in his eyes. “She...seem so content. It's like she doesn't mind what we... we did with her.”

Chris smiled, as he too, began to redress. “That's the beauty of this place. It's all natural, instinctual. They're here to make the guests feel comfortable and connected. This doe, she knew exactly what she was doing, and how to please.” He gestured towards the doe, who looked up, bleated and flicked her tail, then resumed grazing. “See? No tension, no shame, just...purity.”

Jamie flushed, then shifted uncomfortably, glancing back at the lodge in the distance where they'd had the orientation. The staff's words echoed in his mind, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, something unspoken lingering beneath the surface. The farm was immaculate, its staff impeccably friendly and welcoming, but the interactions with the animals... left him with mixed emotional feelings. Chris's ease and satisfaction almost convinced him to relax, to trust the experience and to leave his inhibitions behind.

As they turned and headed back to the lodge, a soft breeze picked up, carrying with it the distant voices of other guests and an inciting aroma of the evening meal being prepared. The invitation to join for dinner had been empathised during their orientation, and now Jamie felt a hunger stir within him—though he couldn't tell if it was from the thought of an amazing meal or the strange allure of the farm's experiences.

“Come on,” Chris said, nudging him with a grin. “Dinner will be ready in two hours. They've promised us a special dish, I'm sure we'll love it.”

They walked in silence for a while, the weight of their shared experience lingering between them.

*

After they showered and dressed in freshly laundered clothing, they were assembled in the dining hall, the tables elegantly set with name tags. Flickering candles cast a warm light across the empty plates, as they took their seats. A waiter approached, bearing a tray of small appetisers, and offered them a courteous smile.

“Tonight, our main course features the finest, most tender and immaculately prepared meat,” the waiter announced. His tone held formality, but a subtle hint of something else, something, elusive. “We will begin serving individually, momentarily.”

As the guests settled at the table, Jamie glanced around at the other guests, who seemed equally entranced and expectant, exchanging quiet whispers and laughter. The scent of roasted meat filled the air, rich and earthy, and Jamie found himself oddly drawn to its unique, unplaceable sent, despite his nagging thoughts. He pushed them aside, trying to immerse himself fully in the evening.

As the guests tucked in, Chris and Jamie enjoyed the last bites of the tender roast, conversation ebbed into a lull, punctuated only by murmurs for the flavour and seasoning, the wine perfectly complementing the meat and seasoning. Jamie glanced up from his plate, delicately wiping at his lips with a napkin, still savouring the last bite, a question lingering in his mind as he gently nudged Chris.

He leaned over and side-mouthed, whispering. “Did you notice they never brought the doe back? The one from...earlier? I thought she was supposed to join us for dinner...”

Before Chris could answer, one of the staff—a tall, enigmatic figure with piercing, gold-flecked eyes—approached the table. His form was striking, and as he stepped closer, Jamie realised with a jolt this was no ordinary man. An aura of something primal, almost lupine, surrounded him, and though he wore a suit, his eyes betrayed something otherworldly, something... wolfish.

A ripple of curiosity and nervous chuckles spread amongst the guests, as they observed him, captivated, yet strangely nervous and wary.

Chris, emboldened by the wine, called out. “So, about our doe from earlier—she won't be joining us?”

The man tilted his head slightly, his lips parting into a sly smile as he regarded them, his eyes seemingly gleaming brighter, almost hungrily. “Ah,” he said, his voice rich and velvety. “the doe... That's a rather tender subject.” He paused, letting his gaze settle on Chris and Jamie, just a bit too long, savouring their obliviousness. Then, with a perfectly arched, sardonic expression, he added. “Would you care for another slice?”

Silence fell like a hammer over the guests, dawning horror spreading from person to person. Jamie's fork slipped from his hand, clattering against the plate as the truth hit him, his face blanching. Around him, some guests began to quietly sob, others' faces turned ashen, the reality sinking in as they connected the dots.

Chris, seated beside him, started down at his plate, his expression slowly twisting from disbelief to revulsion. He mumbled, “But... she was... We... No... They wouldn't...”

The imposing figure only smiled wider, suddenly revealing long, predatory canines, as he gestured. “Our farm offers a truly immersive experience. After all, we aim to satisfy all needs, all your desires... and appetites.”

the guest's laughter and easy camaraderie from before dinner dissolved, replaced by a profound and very uncomfortable silence. The candles on the table flickered, casting long, eerie shadows over their faces as the full implications of their experience settled in, like a chilling, dark fog.

As Jamie stared at his plate, bile rising in his throat, he felt the weight of their choice—a choice they hadn't fully understood. At the end of the the table, their host watched, his smile widening ever so slightly, as though savouring the horror of the evening's final course.

He gestured, his eyes gleaming with something beyond his mere amusement. One by one, the staff encircled the table, their movements sinuous, controlled. It was as if they were about to take the empty plates and wine glasses of the guests, but Jamie suddenly realised something was wrong. He began to scratch at his leg, as a itch started there.

Jamie tried to push his chair back, but two strong hands clamped onto his shoulders, pressing him firmly into the seat. All around the table, the guests gasped and squirmed, likewise held, fearful whispers turned to gasps of panic. Chris reached out for Jamie's hand, his grip clammy, desperate, as he watched the staff member's hands, fingers elongating, nails thickening into sharp, claw-like points. The polished, composed masks they had worn began to fall away, revealing fur bristling along forearms, clothing tearing, faces stretching into elongated muzzles, and teeth that gleamed, sharp and ready.

At the head of the table, their host transformed into a hulking, muscled creature from nightmares. He tore his shredded uniform apart, flexing his powerful, muscular shoulders, tilting his head back and howling in triumph and satisfaction. The other staff, likewise transformed, added their lupine voices to his. The werewolf slammed his powerful paws down on the table, his claws gouging splinters from the wood.

“Tonight, you had a taste of what you desired,” he said, his voice a deep, guttural growl. “You mated with the deer of your choice—all—_of you, be it buck or doe. But desire is a double-edged blade. Now, you will see what it feels like on the _other side. As was done to them, so shall be done to you.”

Jamie felt his heart pound in terror as a strange warmth spread from his chest down to his fingertips, his palms sweating as they began to prickle. The sensation started as an odd, almost pleasant tingling, but quickly intensified into a burning itch that crept up his arms, his skin tightening and shifting.

He tried to scream, but his voice choked in his throat. His fingers began to fuse, stiffening as they darkened, becoming black cloven hooves. All around the table, similar transformations were taking hold of the guests, their bodies writhing and twitching, bones realigning with sickening cracks, sinew snapping and reforming as their limbs stretched, their knees bending backward, reshaping.

Chris let out a strangled cry, his face elongating, skin covered in a thin layer of downy fur as his mouth pulled into a small, trembling snout. Tears filled his eyes as he turned to Jamie, now struggling with the same horrid transformation, their humanity slipping away in fragments.

“No, please!” Jamie managed to gasp, his words garbled as his throat constricted, vocal cords reshaping, rendering him capable of only pathetic, animalistic bleats. The smell of fear clung thick in the air as the werewolves who held them captive, howled with pleasure, savouring their victim's suffering. The head of the pack moved from buck to doe, accordingly, his clawed hand resting on each newly transformed deer head as if anointing them for their new lives.

“Consider it a return to the earth,” he intoned, his voice dripping with perverse pleasure and satisfaction. “To the place you took from without understanding, there is a cost that must be repaid.”

As the guests' panicked breaths transformed into sharp, shallow pants, their new doe and stag bodies trembling in shock and terror, the wolf stepped back, his fellow wolves following, looking down at them with a hunger that no meal would ever satiate. In the flickering candlelight, the pack circled their newly transformed prey, savouring the scent of fear that lingered, thick and primal, in the night air.

“Just one thing remains, little deer...” The lustful glint in the wolves' eyes brightened. “Oh, don't worry... we'll be gentle with you. It's how we run this farm. No more bleating, no more tears. It's a waste of good suffering...”

END