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Hunter or Hunted?

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

5th October, 2021

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Darius had hidden in his blind for hours, waiting and watching. He was patient, as the last days of the seasonal hunt drew to a close for another year he wanted to bag that one spectacular Buck for the season.

He'd read the signs, seen the scrape marks and could still smell that strong scent. He knew he just had to be patient, he just had to play the long game – that trophy stag was close, he could hear him in the thick forest roaring and warning the young spikers and upstarts that a real buck was here, willing and in his sexual prime for the does.

He sipped from his water canteen, his 30.30 propped up against the edge of his blind as he felt the anticipation and long hours start to weigh on him physically and mentally. With a quick glance at his wrist, he seen it was 1730 hours – already the sky had turned a salmon colour as the sun began to set and he told himself he'd give that Buck another...

Leaves rustled and he caught the glint of the tan and white through a break in the shrubs. Picking up his rifle, he eased the bolt back then forwards, loading the cartridge as he raised it to his shoulder and sighted down the scope.

“Come on, out you come..."

His finger starting to tighten on the trigger...close...closer... In his mind, he could see the spring compressing, preparing to fire the pin that'd strike the cartridge primer, then with a sigh he released the trigger right before it would have fired as a spiker squealed and broke cover.

Its flanks were white with sweat, ears flat, it bleated and fled across the open field not even trying to zig and zag, just running for its life.

'What frightened you..." Darius murmured.

Waiting for the crack of rifle fire – there was nothing but silence. Quickly, the terrified spiker vanished into the woods again, the sound of its passage loud and reckless.

“Strange..."

Holding his rifle ready, Darius squinted and watched for several moments, before he sighed and put it back down.

“Stupid spiker – probably alerted every damn deer from here to the state border.."

Wriggling slightly, he stretched out one leg, then the other trying to ease the tired and sore muscles.

“Ten more minutes, then I'm calling it..."

He sighed and rubbed at his eyes, then squinted, yawned...then his eyelids come down like twin rain shutters...

*

“Mmmph - “ Come his groggy voice.

Struggling to awaken, he felt himself covered with something warm. A wet hot something lapped at his forehead and he felt the tickle of whiskers.

Whiskers?

Something tugged at his pants, gripping them awkwardly and he felt the cool night air on his now exposed member and thighs before there was a snuffling sound and a frustrated snort.

I had some trail mix in a pocket and...wait – what's going on...

Sticks, leaves and a few small pebbled poked and prodded against his lower back and rump before the warm tongue slurped up his thigh and...

No... His mind reeled as he come to full wakefulness and awareness.

Those sensitive whiskers tickled and caused him to involuntarily flinch as he felt that broad, soft tongue tentatively lick from his penile head to the base.

A deer...how did I get...a deer...it's...no, no!

Indecision fought with fright, as again, that tongue licked and slurped then the warm leathery nose nudged against his half-erect length and pushed it over. Opening his eyes a tiny slit, he watched as the adult doe turned her head to the side, curious and yet – something about her actions and intent look seemed to say she knew exactly what she was doing. Her pale furred chin, long sensitive whiskers, the pale band around the back of the nose...

A whitetail...

With a soft snort through her nostrils, she lipped gently at his member and he gasped – he couldn't help it. Expecting the doe to bleat and vanish into the woods, he stared wide eyed as she lifted her head and gazed back with large brown eyes that were the colour of the finest chocolate. She wasn't afraid – if anything – she was perfectly at ease, one ear back, one slightly forward as she looked down at him.

For a few heartbeats, they held their combined gaze, before the doe flicked an ear and returned to the prize she had worked so hard to uncover. Her tongue licked from head to base again and again and despite his best efforts and mental wishes – he couldn't stop himself from becoming aroused. Fearfully, he edged his fingers downwards and she snorted and stopped – looking at him, this time, both ears come forwards inquisitively.

She's either going to bite, stomp me or...

Timidly, he slid his thumb and forefinger around the base of his length and lifted it upwards, lightly tapping her on the whiskered chin with it. Curious, the Doe blinked and tilted her head the other way, before she took a shy step back and watched what he was doing.

“Go, go on, go! Get...scat!" He waved at her.

With a snort, she shook her head, looking back down at the semi-erect penis then at him, her tail rising and slowly beginning to flag from side to side.

“You got to be kidding me..." He murmured, eyes wide. “You're a feral...a deer!"

Blinking her eyes, she merely flicked one ear back and stared at him.

“You...its not natural!"

Taking a half step forwards, she lowered her head and sniffed at it, then he gasped as her tongue again licked from head to base – over his fingers and he could tell just how soft her tongue was.

“I...we..." He whispered. “No, we...can't!"

Blinking, the Doe uttered a strange bark, then stamped a front cloven hoof as if to say she was arguing with him.

“It...you can't do this, no, its wrong and..."

With a snort, the Doe tossed her head, then laying her ears back she lowered her head and he gasped as her muzzle opened and she took his penile head inside her muzzle. Her tongue curled beneath it and the bony ridges at the roof of her muzzle tickled as she closed her mouth with a surprising degree of care and gentleness.

“No...you can't...you just can't do that..." He panted as he waved his hands at her.

With a snort, she ignored him and pushed her head lower, taking a third of his length into her muzzle as she started suckling. He could feel that incredible tongue, the powerful throat muscles working as she eased herself forwards and took more into her muzzle – the ridges tickling and stimulating him unlike anything he'd ever experienced.

For nearly five minutes, she slurped at the penis like she would a natural salt lick, a few spurts of his pre-ejaculate in her mouth, mixed with her saliva, made a surprisingly slippery lube which aided both him and her to share this unnatural pleasure.

“Urgh...no, please...stop!" He begged, gritting his teeth as he felt himself fighting the urge to flood her muzzle and throat with his hot, salty load.

With a snort through her nostrils, the doe's ears flicked forwards and she lifted her head, his penis landing with a wet slap against his belly.

“You..."

Bleating at him, she stood up then placed her front hooves either side of his hips and moved forwards, the hind hooves either side of his legs as she soon come up his body, her nose about level with his chest, before she looked down at him – then under her chest then back at him.

“What...what do you want?" He stammered, staring up at her.

Again, that soft bleat come and she crouched down as best she could, her warm teats and udder against his stomach, before her hind legs trembled and she stood up, then repeated that look and stood quivering.

“You...no, we can't do that!"

_Frustrated, she again made that squatting move, splaying out her hind legs as he_r smooth rump fur brushed against his trembling, slippery length and she sighed, then stood up and moved further forwards.

“Woah...easy!" He yelped. “Alright, I get it...I know what you want but...you're a doe and...and..."

Once again, he held himself, his body quivering as she backed up a little and looked between her front legs as if guessing the right positioning, before she looked down at him and bleated quietly. Ever so slowly, her thighs quivering, she lowered her hindquarters and with some difficulty from them both – he felt his penile head brush against her hot, moist folds.

“Its not rutting season...how can you...urk!"

She quivered and pushed down, taking a third of him inside her, before she threw her head back and squealed. He wasn't large but he imagined, as he felt those tight folds parted and the heat from her vaginal walls – he was quite bigger than the stags she was used too. Added to it, the unnatural positioning and...

“Urgh...no, stop, I'll hurt you if we.." He panted, placing a hand on her chest and trying to stop her.

With a snort, she shuddered and panted for a few moments, before visibly swallowing and relaxing her quivering hips as she eased herself down further, her hind legs trembling as they struggled to support her weight as they were pushed further and further down.

Half...three quarters... Pleasure built with fear, as he felt himself sliding deeper inside her, the warmth growing by the second as this strange, enigmatic doe bred herself to him. As her legs collapsed from the strain, she squealed and her groin slapped down on his thighs and he felt the last two inches slammed into her with a sensation that no human woman had ever brought him.

Gasping, the Doe panted and her whole body quivered, ears flat and tears welling in those beautiful brown eyes, as she squirmed and felt the rick hard length deep within her. No stag had ever gone as deep, or had so much thickness...it both frightened and pleasured her at the same time.

Pushing back with her front hooves, she adopted a sort of sitting position, her spine as straight as she could manage, which eased the pain of him inside her and she lifted her head back and bleated softly, before her tail began flagging against his thighs.

“I never...oh god, you're...so...hot, I never thought..."

As she moved forwards and slid an inch free, then pushed back again, he squirmed and moaned helplessly as the vaginal walls squeezed down tight and she trembled again.

As the mating progressed, she would use her front legs to pull herself forward, sliding about half of him free – then ease back – bleating loudly as he spread her apart again and slid back inside.

For ten minutes, they mated – man and stag – before she began to quiver and then suddenly flattened her ears and looked up.

Nnnnngh – come the indiscernible grunt from the man beneath her, before he gripped her front knees and pushed forwards, his scrotum tightening as he released his seed deep inside her – unmindful of the doe's sudden fear. Only when he heard her bleat and start to struggle, did he scream and hurriedly release his tight grip on her front legs – then before the last of his gift spurted inside her, she pulled forwards and the last jet splattered over her rump and underside of her tail.

“Woah...hey, easy girl!" He wheezed, then when rationality returned, he saw how scared she was as she stumbled off him and tried to back away.

A loud, intense snort come from behind him and he looked up, eyes wide and penis wilting, as he found himself staring up into the angry, wrinkled muzzle of the stag he'd spent all season stalking.

It looked down at the helpless human, its eyes narrowed behind the pale lids and the fourteen razor sharp tined antlers held menacingly on that proud, majestic head.

“No...no, its...its not what..." Darius squeaked, then swallowed the apple-sized lump in his throat as adrenaline rushed through him.

Staring down, the stag didn't even twitch – he just stared at the human with a look of pure animal-like rage.

Darius's bladder let go, and he wet himself there and then – he couldn't help it – his fear scaling new heights as the stag lowered his head, his velvety nose almost touching the human one.

A snort sent mucus and hot, moist breath washing over Darius, who whimpered in fear and trembled helplessly. This stag wasn't a monster – he was the monster... the biggest stag he'd ever seen – and up close...it was a terrifying sight. With one downwards strike with those powerful cloven hooves, Darius knew this stag could crush his skull like an eggshell – and those antlers would disembowel a human like they'd gut a fish...

Holding the human prisoner like this for fifteen minutes, the stink of Darius' urine strong – even to his nose – the stag finally snorted and flicked his eyes to the doe, who bleated and hung her head, stepping backwards, before the stag snorted and she froze, her body shaking with fear.

“So..." Come a barely legible growl from the stag, that made Darius' mind recoil. “You like the does... I hope, hunter, you enjoyed the pleasures of my daughter..."

Darius began to cry in terror – he couldn't help it....

“Now..." Come the animal-like voice. “I wonder how you will like me..."

END