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Horned Lord

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

25th October, 2017,

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Sir Perenore sat astride his destrier mount, whose flanks were wet with sweat as the proud and noble stallion stood, head bowed and nostrils flaring as he drew great gulps of air into his lungs. They had pursued their quarry across field and dell, yet somehow, the doe, her belly heavy with fawn, had managed to stay just ahead of them – but Sir Perenore knew the hunt was finally at an end – for he had finally run her to ground – and now – he was going to make her pay for what her kind had done to the villagers...

Sliding off his horse he lifted up the visor on his helm and rested his chain-mail gauntleted hand on his huffing stallions neck, as he unsheathed the silver long sword from his scabbard and grinned maliciously. He had enjoyed the hunt – and now – as he made his way into the forest, he followed the hoof prints, the broken leaves and twigs, and he grinned wider – knowing the doe was at the end of her endurance...and would soon feel the cold blade as he took her life in vengeance for what her kind had done.

*

Panting, the doe's sweat soaked pelt rippled as she twisted her head from side to side, flanks heaving and muzzle wet with foam, as she tried to draw enough breath to keep running – but she was heavy with fawn and it had slowed her down too much, allowing the hunter to close the distance between them – until she fled in panic and now, as she heard the twig snap and as she spun about, hooves churning the loam beneath them – she knew she couldn't run anymore – it was time to fight – but she could barely stand, let alone help to defeat a knight clad in heavy, protective armour.

Her eyes widened, as she backed up, until her hind hooves dislodged pebbles and leaf litter that toppled over the edge of the cliff upon which she stood – and she knew her panic had driven her into this dead end...

"There's no escape for you – you will die, just like the rest of your herd!" Snarled the knight, as he approached, gripping the sword tightly in his gauntleted hand. "I witnessed the atrocities your kind did – how many did your herd murder in cold blood? How many innocents died at your hooves and teeth?"

Squealing in fright, the doe visibly cringed, her eye wide and muzzle hanging open as she panted, the fear in her expression there for anyone to see.

"It wasn't us!" She gasped, as she wept bitter tears that trickled down her muzzle. "My kind are peaceful, we never harmed a soul – I swear it!"

"Silence!" Sir Perenore roared. "I saw your kind in that village – I saw the blood and the hoof prints and the carnage your herd left! What hope did the villagers have against your vile depravity and bloodthirsty natures?"

"Look at me!" Squealed the doe in terror. "I'm not a murderer – I never harmed a soul, and none of my herd did – we're peaceful creatures who just wanted to be left alone – it wasn't us that killed the villagers!"

"Why would I listen to the lies of one of Satan's minions? You would seek to prey upon my kindness – to spare your life, and that of the fawn you carry within you! No, your kind were seen there – you made a terrible mistake doe – you should have killed the last of the villagers, not left them to turn like you! You can not begin to explain the horrors I saw! No, you are one of the last – and with your death, may the people you killed be freed from whatever hell your vile depredations have brought!"

Rising to her hooves, the doe swallowed, and her ears swept back, before a tremble rippled through her body and she sniffled, blinking away her tears, before stepping over to the knight and kneeling down on her forelegs, stretching her neck out.

"If you have come to kill me – then I beg of you, do it swiftly, and may Cerunnos forgive you for your misguided cruelty..." Whispered the doe quietly.

Suddenly, a rope was slung around her throat, then the noose pulled tight – and she screamed and writhed, as the silver that was woven through the hemp seared her flesh, making her shriek in agony as smoke began to rise like a wisp from her neck.

"No...please...please it burns..." Shrieked the doe, as she squealed and pulled away, which only tightened the rope around her throat.

Ignoring her screams, the knight grinned maliciously, before he wove the rope around her forelegs, then pulled it tight, making the doe scream and fall to the loam with a loud thud, before he was cruelly dragged over to a large tree – the rope wound about her neck again and again, before her forelegs were also tied – preventing her from rising.

"Oh, I won't kill you yet...I'm going to do to you – what some of your stag's did to the women of that village..."

"Please!" She wailed helplessly, feeling the silver burning against her fur and flesh. "We were innocent, I swear it!"

Rising, the Knight cruelly cuffed her across the muzzle, snapping her head to the side, before he began shedding his heavy armour – dropping it to the ground a piece at a time. As she struggled and squealed in pain and terror – he laughed at her struggles, knowing they were futile – until at last he stood naked before her and rested his hands on his hips – before he lifted her head up to look into her terrified, tear streaked eyes.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this – I've had feral does before...you're so warm and..."

"Please I'm with fawn!" She shrieked, struggling against the rope that continued to burn her flesh.

"I know – soon you and your unholy offspring will return to the hells from whence you came...but first...let me show you what a real man can do..." He laughed at her, as he gripped his penis in his hand and began stroking it – the member growing as he sighed in pleasure and grinned malevolently.

Walking behind her, he ran his fingers over her sweat soaked rump, then snarled and slapped it sharply, making her cry out and sob, before he gripped her tail and violently tore it upwards – feeling the bones in it crack as she screamed and wept in fright and pain.

"Cry all you like, you foul beast - " He laughed, then moved behind her, and before she could draw another breath, he plunged his length into her tight, warm body and claimed her.

Screaming in pain, the doe buckled and wailed – as the knight grunted and raped her – his cruelty and depravity making him laugh every time he thrust back inside her, feeling the tight walls constricting against his member.

"Beautiful...so hot and...and..." Sir Perenore blinked, as he looked down at his hands, then his eyes widened in horror.

His fingers began to ache, then burn – as he screamed and threw himself back, dismounting the crying doe, as he fell onto his back.

"What sorcery is this!" He screamed, as he stared at his hands, the thumb darkening, then the second and third fingers fused together and curved slightly, the third and fourth following – and as he shrieked in agony, he watched his fingers turn into short hooves. "No...no!"

Sobbing, the Doe hung her head, listening to the screams of the human knight, before she wept and squeezed her eyes closed, the silent prayer she had been uttering continuing.

"What's...happening to me..." He screamed, a s his legs bucked and the bones snapped, making him shriek, the legs twisting and changing – toes quickly melding and forming two cloven hooves – before dark fur sprouted from the skin and ran up his new cervine like legs.

He clutched his head, feeling the agony of bones snapping, reshaping and growing – the muzzle pushing its way out of his human-like face, ears growing and lengthening into black tipped deer-like ears, before he clutched at his face, then clawed at it – disbelieving as he felt the muzzle forming, nose becoming dark and cold – the fur fine like gossamer as it rippled across the muzzle as he continued screaming – before his throat locked and he writhed in agony he'd never imagined was possible. His penis inverted, becoming a pale, finely furred slit between his legs, as he continued to writhe helplessly – the muzzle markings of the doe branding themselves on his cheeks – before his body continued the terrifying and painful transformation.

"You should..." Gasped the doe, as she felt her struggles weakening – the silver beginning to sear its way into her throat and she knew she had little time left. "Have listened to me..."

Agony built on agony, as the half human, half deer creature writhed and screamed breathlessly, its body convulsing and writhing as pain beyond measure filled its mind – as a human, it'd never experienced pain like this – before at last, mercifully, the unending agony ceased – as the doe gasped – and she lifted her head to the sky, before she uttered a loud, piercing squeal as she willingly forced her furred throat against the tight ropes and felt it sear through fur and flesh – before severing the jugular and cartoid arteries – before she collapsed and her last breaths, she wept and whispered.

"Lord Cerunnos, I have failed you – father – forgive...him..."

*

Birds twittered and flit from branch to branch, as he first rays of the sunlight filtered through the branches overhead, before the half-human, half doe creature moaned and twitched – residual agony searing through nerve endings and making muscles contract and spasm, before it slowly opened its eyes, and then squeezed them tight as bitter tears welled within and trickled down its muzzle. A loud snort was heard, then it screamed as it was suddenly yanked up off the ground and bodily slammed back against a tree – the air crushed from it's lungs as it's eyes snapped open – to see itself being held off the ground by a strong, pale brown forearm, the hooflets gripping the throat as it grunted and lifted the new doe higher – so even her slender hooves didn't touch the ground – and she gasped and clawed at the arm holding her – before the beast snarled in rage and she felt the hot breath wash over her muzzle.

"I should kill you for what you've done - " Come a voice – ancient and filled with such wisdom and strength, it turned her blood to ice in her veins. "If it wasn't for her final plea – I'd tear you open with my antlers and leave you here to die in agony!"

Gagging and strangling, the doe hung in the tight grasp, eyes bulging and paws gripping ineffectually at the strong arm that held her off the ground.

"My child spoke the truth – for it was not her kind, that murdered those villagers - " Snarled the anthropomorphic stag, his muzzle curling back in feral rage as his dark eyes bored into the wide-eyed doe's gaze. "They are my children of the forest – a peaceful people – who only ever wanted to be left in peace...now, thanks to your kind – they are no more...but I will fix that..."

"Please..." Gasped the doe, as she clawed at the paw around her throat and strangled. "I can't – breathe -"

With a disgusted snort, the stag released her and she crumpled to the ground, sprawling on her belly and choking, before the stag walked over to the deceased doe, then knelt down and placed his paws on her body and hung his head, before he rose and walked back to the hybrid doe and cruelly kicked her, making her scream and roll over onto her back, before he stood over her and knelt down – pressing his paws hard against her belly. Her eyes widened, as she felt some sort of warmth flow from his paws and into her, before she moaned and began to squeal, as he smirked at her and watched her belly swell and grow.

"No...you can't - " She wailed, feeling the weight, the stretching of her belly and womb, as he used his magick to put her with fawn – his eyes glistening in the morning sunlight.

"I can, and I will - " He snorted, as he kept channelling his magick into her, until her belly was heavily swollen and she screamed, as the fawn kicked and stirred within her. "You took her lift from her, and that of her unborn fawn – so now, little one, shall you bear their souls as new fawns – you will love them, raise them, and care for them – from this day until your last..."

Crying piteously, the doe clutched her belly, feeling the new lift inside her, and the heavy weight of the fawn twins, before she sniffled and looked up at him.

"How was I supposed to know - " She sobbed, as he stepped off her, then pulled her too her hooves, watching as she gasped and gripped her belly, the pale fur swollen into a large mound.

"You humans have much to learn - " Growled the stag, before he looked her up and down, then sighed softly. "So filled with hate and anger...only a few of you have evolved – to worship the life force that is all around us...a part of every living thing – and my children were a part of that life force...so I think it only fitting that your life be taken, to repay the debt of taking hers – and her fawns..."

"Who...who are you? What are you?" Wept the doe, as she looked up at the proud, majestic stag, who towered above her.

"My children call me...Lord Cerunnos, the Horned Lord..."

END