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Rosemary and Thyme

Chapter One: A Whispering Breeze

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

21st January, 2024

All Rights Reserved.

In the heard of a woodland, where the trees whispered secrets to the wind, which carried them away, lived Rosemary and Thyme, a pair of young Whitetail deer. As the season had gracefully moved in solemn grace from summer into autumn, the leaves adorned themselves in hues of gold and amber, signaling the start of another year's journey.

The yearly rut, a time of passion and courtship among the deer, was drawing to a close.

Thyme, young, yet majestic in his own right, with three spikes on each antler, his russet coat shined with sweat, stood amongst the fallen leaves, his breath visible in the crisp autumn air. His heart pounded with the echoes of his recent pursuit, and his sides heaved with the exertion of the chase.

Rosemary, a graceful doe with a coat of woodland brown, stood nearby, her chestnut-coloured eyes twinkling in the flickering light that filtered down through the branches. Turning her head, she acknowledged Thyme's willingness and stamina, giving the shuddering buck a gentle nuzzle.

It was the way of life in the wood – Thyme had followed her for days, courting and nuzzling at her whenever she stopped, until, finally, Rosemary had stopped trying to evade him – and Thyme, with instincts borne out by generations of his kind – took what was offered – and claimed his prize.

His tongue explored the contours of her tail, the scent of her, making his nostrils flare as beneath him, his penis slid from the furred sheath, already dripping ejaculate as he anxiously nuzzled her rump, his tongue licking her fur flat.

Rosemary, looking back at Thyme, flicked her tail up and bleated again, splaying out her hind legs to give him the right angle. Her anticipation made her fur quiver, as she lowered her head in submission, accepting him as her chosen mate.

Eagerly, Thyme's tongue probed and explored, his breath rippling across her labial folds as he used his tongue to good effect – lifting his head, his lips curled backward and he twitched, the message loud and clear in his mind.

His chosen doe was willing and receptive...

Rearing up, his forelegs enfolding her flanks, Thyme danced from one cloven hoof to the other, poking and prodding with his penis until he felt the sudden warmth envelop him. With a few hesitant movements, he suddenly lunged, sheathing himself, and in that second, his seed spurted into her vaginal passage and Thyme felt Rosemary flinch, before she moved from beneath him, dropping him back to his hooves.

With their connection solidified, he stood, his penis dribbling the last of his semen onto the leaves beneath him, as Rosemary turned about and once more tenderly nuzzled Thyme's neck. He reciprocated the attention, licking her neck, before he rubbed his chest gland against her, scent marking her as his.

*

Days passed, the two remaining inseparable after multiple matings, until at last, the alteration in Rosemary's alluring scent faded – then vanished – Thyme's sexual urges diminishing much more slowly. He had no idea if he'd succeeded in putting Rosemary with Fawn this season – only time would tell...

*

One afternoon, the two frolicking amongst the trees, Rosemary dodging with athleticism and grace, Thyme following her in this joyous exposition of life – Rosemary suddenly bleated and her cloven hooves skidded on the slick leaf litter and she nearly fell. Thyme slowed his own reckless charge, slowing to a trot and coming up beside her.

Smelling her fear, and seeing how her eyes went wide and ears flattened, Thyme tenderly nuzzled her, before his expression grew pensive and concerned.

Before them – a dozen steps away – were the lands beyond which the two deer had never known existed – having spent their entire lives on the furthest edges of the wild forest. Now, before them, the forest had been thinned, and strange, enigmatic things stood.

Curious, her tubular ears pricked forwards, Rosemary stepped right up to the edge of the woods, her eyes wide and lips slightly parted as she gazed out from the safety and shelter of the woods. Thyme, more cautious, kept back, but his reluctance to let his chosen doe out of his eyesight – compelled him to come to stand just behind her left shoulder.

They'd never seen farmland, nor human civilization in their lives...

With a half-step, her right leg held high, Rosemary paused, scenting the air, her ears twitching violently before she lowered her leg and took another careful step, freezing in place again.

Thyme stepped up to her, then gently bunted her shoulder with his, trying to draw her back into the safety and comfort of their home range woods. Rosemary grunted, then tossed her head. Rosemary's heart fluttered with excitement and a healthy dose of trepidation. Her tubular ears pricked forward in a display of curiosity, catching every rustle of leaves and distant sound. As she ventured farther from the safety of the woods, her wide eyes took in the vast farmstead. Smells, some familiar, most not, assaulted the curious young does nostrils.

Thyme, positioned just behind her, felt a surge of protective instincts. His instincts, honed by generations of bucks in the wild, urged caution. Unfamiliar scents and sights abounded, the farmstead setting his adrenaline spiking. His eyes swept back and forth, scanning for potential threats, yet, even he, couldn't help but become enchanted by this different world that lay before them.

Despite Rosemary's growing curiosity and eagerness to explore, a voice, compelling within Thyme, echoed through his mind. It was the ancient wisdom of his kind, reminding him of the wild nature that coursed through their veins. This – place – was not home. With the cultivated fields and human structures, it made him uncomfortable and his desire to flee back into the woods almost broke him.

With a series of low vocalizations, he nudged Rosemary again, Then, when this failed, he did it again with more force, gently using his antlers to push her towards the forest. Rosemary bleated and danced away, almost hypnotically drawn closer and closer to the strangeness before her.

As Rosemary and Thyme cautiously explored the unfamiliar farmstead, their tubular ears pricked forward in curiosity. Little did they realize, but not far from the edge of the woods, a young human couple, Sarah and Jake, were walking back home, having been wandering the woods.

Sarah, her eyes filled with wonder, noticed the movement, placing a trembling hand on her partner's forearm.

“Look, Jake? There's deer over there!" she exclaimed, her voice barely a whisper.

Jake, a bit more cautious, adjusted the straps on the day pack and squinted. “Woah...they're so close to our house... I see them. Beautiful creatures."

Rosemary snorted, her head snapping up and ears twisting, drawn by the faint sounds of the human's voices. Her eyes widened, taking in the sights of the unfamiliar two-legged beings. Thyme, more cautious as always, stepped before Rosemary and lowered his antlered head in mock threat, protecting his doe.

Sarah and Jake, recognizing the warning, kept their distance, until some strange grunts and movements occurred between the two deer, the doe stepping forward several paces, her ears forward in obvious inquisitive nature.

“Let's not get too close, though," Jake murmured, aware of the buck's posture. “We don't want to scare them – him – especially..."

As Rosemary continued to study the humans, Thyme snorted, maybe perceiving the humans as non-threatening, before he relaxed and ripped up a tuft of grass and began chewing.

“He's...beautiful, look how his coat shines..." Sarah stared at Thyme, who as if sensing he was being watched, lifted his head and tossed his antlered head, before resuming browsing.

“She's not exactly bad on the eyes either," Jake admitted, giving Sara a gentle nudge, as he gestured to the increasingly inquisitive Rosemary, who had closed to within about fifty paces. “That coat, it's beautiful, obviously they're both well-fed and healthy."

Thyme, sensing something, uttered a loud barking cry, to which Rosemary merely glanced back at him, then took a few more cautious steps forward.

Sarah, her curiosity piqued, crouched down to get a closer look at the curious young doe, who stopped mid-step and just stared, not even a twitch of an ear – so still did she stand.

“It's okay - “ Sara spoke, then held out her hand in a non-threatening manner. “It's okay, we won't harm you."

Thyme, with a curious snort and a shake of his head, took a step forward, but a warning bark from Rosemary made him stop – before he approached with a more subdued movement.

“Sarah - “ Jake gasped, watching the two deer, who split apart and approached in what looked like a flanking maneuver.

“Shh, it's okay - “ Sarah continued to speak softly, remaining crouched.

As Rosemary closed in, her ears flicking with uncertainty, Sarah smiled at her warmly, and to her surprise, Rosemary inspected the outstretched hand, sniffing lightly at it.

“That's it, good girl - “ Sarah chuckled softly. “You're beautiful, that's it... We won't hurt you, I promise."

Observing Rosemary, Thyme cautiously approached, his eyes flicking between the female and the male – his nostrils scenting them both and the air in general. Rosemary gave a sub-vocal bleat, and her visibly relaxing body posture quickly eased Thyme's tension.

After a few tense moments, Rosemary, comforted by Sarah's gentleness, tentatively lowered her head, allowing Sarah's fingers to gently touch her head, between the ears. Thyme, curious but with a healthy dose of hesitation, observed closely as this unnatural moment occurred.

“You've got a magic touch - “ Jake whispered in awe.

He watched as Rosemary tilted her head over, Sarah gently scratching the base of Rosemary's right ear.

Their initial encounter, linking human and deer, unfolded in a trustful exchange – a moment that to Sarah and Jake, must have felt like an almost insurmountable gap.

Retreating, Rosemary subtly distanced herself, breaking contact, she exchanged a quick half-lidded glance at Thyme, who returned it.

A quiet exchange happened between doe and buck, before at last, Thyme stepped forward, likewise allowing himself to be scratched and petted by them both.

*

Days passed since that initial encounter between Rosemary, Thyme, and the humans, Sarah and Jake. As a new dawn broke, the two deer continued to stand side by side in the sheltered shadows of the forest, continuing to observe the humans as they did something around their property.

Sarah and Jake had set out small troughs, with fresh food, specifically catered to the nutritional requirements of deer, and clean, clear water.

During one such eventful day, Rosemary and Thyme, following closely, come to investigate. Sarah and Jake sat well back on the back porch, watching as the two deer, seemingly much more relaxed, sniffed curiously at the offerings, before to the human's pleasure and surprise, began to eat. Their body language conveyed a sense of relative calmness – Rosemary's ears, in particular, flicked in a much more relaxed rhythm. Thyme, watching her, followed suit, still a little wary, but much less protective and guarded around Rosemary.

Sarah and Jake moved cautiously, rising from their chairs and stepping down onto the grass, before they made sure both deer were watching them, before they approached, holding out small slices of apple. As the scent of the sweet fruit carried through the air, Rosemary blinked, then walked forward, Thyme once again showing his caution, followed her.

Tentatively, Rosemary sniffed at the apple. Curious, she gave it a lick and her slender tongue worked around her mouth before she blinked, the sugary sweetness making her ears prick forward.

“Good, isn't it girl?" Jake smiled, lifting it up higher. “Go on, I won't..."

Delicately, her supple tongue barely touching his fingers, Rosemary plucked it from his outstretched hand and began thoughtfully chewing. Thyme, watching her expression, turned to look at Sarah, who smiled and held her sweet offering out to him. His curiosity aroused, Thyme lipped at her fingers tenderly, making Sarah giggle, as his slick tongue curled around her fingers, his furred lips closing as he gazed into her eyes.

“Oh..." Sarah gasped, a flush creeping up her cheeks. “Oh..."

Thyme kept his gaze on her, flicking his leaf-like ears, as he ignored the treat and continued lightly suckling on her fingers.

“Jake..." Sarah gasped.

Her wide eyes showed her emotion, and her scent – filled Thyme's leathery nostrils. With a nervous giggle, Sarah glanced sideways at Jake, Rosemary with a silly look on her muzzle, her head tilted and him ruffling Rosemary's ears.

“Jake - “ Sarah side-mouthed at him.

With a slurp, Thyme took more of Sarah's fingers into his muzzle, his tongue curling and tickling the delicate webbing between them before Sarah began to tremble and squirm helplessly – caught between embarrassment – and something much more interesting to the buck before her.

“No, no...stop - “ Sarah began to pant heavily, lightly tapping Thyme's muzzle and wiggling her fingers that were inside his mouth.

He snorted softly, delicately even, continuing to suckle them, his leathery nose pad bumping the apple from her palm, it falling to the ground. He turned his head slightly, looking down at it, before looking back at her – and Sarah swore, she saw the edges of the buck's lips curl slightly in what seemed like an attempt at a smile.

“Jake..."

Sarah gasped before she suddenly twitched and went a brilliant scarlet, a warmth filling her panties as she trembled helplessly, brought to orgasm there and then by the insistent, yet undeniably pleasurable finger suckling of this strange buck.

Concluding with a lingering slurp, Thyme withdrew his muzzle, his slick tongue fluttering over his lips, as Sarah stumbled backward and then collapsed into her chair, her eyes wide and face going from scarlet down to a ghostly white.

“Oh my...god - “ Sarah shuddered, feeling shocked, embarrassed and...

Admit it – Her fevered mind, itself unable to believe what had happened. You got off – the best orgasm you've ever had in your whole life... by a wild deer sucking your fingers...

Thyme snorted, then stepped one pace forward, lowering his antlered head as he used his tongue to curl around the apple and lift it up, his deep, intense eyes never leaving Sarah's wide ones. With a shiver, he breathed deeply, his chest expanding as he inhaled the scent from her nethers, finding it not unpleasant but nothing like an estrous doe in rut. Thoughtfully, he continued to stare at her, as he chewed the sweet treat she had offered, then swallowed it.

Jake chuckled as Rosemary playfully bunted him, prompting a gentle retreat, as if begging for more apples.

“I'm sorry, I didn't expect..."

With a startled gasp, Jake too, fell back into his chair. Again, the two deer exchanged a peculiar look between themselves before redirecting their gazes to the now-seated humans.

“Jake..."

Sarah breathlessly spoke, still experiencing the residual rush of endorphins brought on through her orgasm, her fear rising exponentially, as Thyme took another step forward, his ears forward, head tilted slightly, sniffing the air curiously.

“Don't... frighten them - “

Jake whispered back, unable to take his eyes off Rosemary, who gazed back, her tail slowly lifting as she began to flag it slowly from side to side, her head tilting in what he hoped – was pleasure at his kindness and sweet gift.

Confused, the two humans, feeling like some power struggle had happened – and they'd lost – were surprised and bewildered as the two deer took another step – stretching out with their long necks and both breathing in and out for a few moments.

Unexpectedly, Rosemary emitted a series of peculiar sounds, her voice startling Jake and Sarah, who instinctively cringed back against their respective chairs.

Thyme flicked an ear, turning his head ever so carefully – his move thoughtful and concise, before he grunted and then snorted.

Rosemary turned her head her eyes rolling to look at him – her eyelids slightly closing before she uttered a strange mixture of grunts, bleats, and other sounds.

For a few moments, the two deer seemed in some discussion – or so it felt - before Rosemary snorted and shook her head and Thyme sniffed, before he looked back at Sarah, giving a slight head tilt before he backed away from her.

Rosemary turned her gaze back on Jake, then to his surprise, she tenderly nuzzled his chin, before she too backed away, the two deer looking at the humans for a moment, before they turned and trotted away, heading back to the forest from whence they'd come.

“Jake - “ Sara explosively breathed out, then winced and glanced down at her skirt, a large stain starting to make itself shown.

Jake, with a shuddering breath, glanced over at Sarah, who looked away, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“What...the hell was that?" Jake moaned softly.

Sarah didn't have an answer, all she could do was quiver, before standing up and walking inside, feeling ashamed and guilty at what'd happened.

After a few anxious moments, Jake followed, his own mind filled with surprise and confusion...

TO BE CONTINUED