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A Gift Given

Chapter Two,

1. Cederwyn Whitefurr

12th September, 2017,

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Jason was bored, lonely and frustrated – after that encounter three years ago, his mind kept returning to it – for had it been real? Had it been some hallucination brought on by something he had eaten or drank? As much as his mind tried to rationalise it and make sense of it – the more it become ingrained into his mind as a real, living and vibrant experience.

He had forsaken hunting and such since that fateful day – he'd never been a lover of such things, and although his friends had turned on him and laughed, thinking him less a man for his complete turnaround in mindset – for he had fought for the protection of the Whitetail of that wood – even going so far as to quit his mundane 9-6, six days a week job, and embrace a whole new life – as a Wildlife Ranger.

It was hard at first, but he embraced his new life, finding the hours long and often filled with tedium and frustration – but the outdoors where where he felt most at peace with himself – and often he would walk the woods of the sanctuary which he now held dominion over – and wonder what had become of that strange, enigmatic forest spirit who had favoured him with such love and affections that late afternoon...

He tipped his hat back, inhaling the scent of pine trees and fresh air, before he sighed in contentment. Working as a Ranger had its advantages – hand rearing orphaned wildlife, protecting the sanctuary, dealing with friendly tourists – of course there was a downside as well – often some tourists broke park rules, and there were always poachers or hunters who disregarded the signs and verbal warnings about how this sanctuary was protected against such...

*

A Jason knelt and dipped his hands into the cold creek water, his mind cast itself back to that day – what felt like a lifetime ago – when he had met and been seduced by that Doe...he almost expected a repeat of that day – as he tensed, expecting to hear the soft voice behind him – but all he heard was the wind sighing through the trees and the chirps, whistles and other calls of the birds in the foliage. With a weak laugh, Jason splashed some cool water over his face and neck, before he rose and sighed, before turning about, dreading the paperwork that was undone on his desk, then the turned back around and decided the paperwork would wait – it was too nice a day to spend indoors fighting the endless bureaucracy.

Jason wandered down a game trail near the ranger station, letting his mind roam as it will and his footsteps without intention or direction, letting the wind through the trees and the smell of the living plants around him dictate where and when he would walk. He came to a small clearing, where he sat down against a birch tree and rested a moment, content with his life and the world around him, the chirps and whistles of the birds, the scent of the flowers and trees and a gentle breeze that ruffled through the trees, whispering in an ancient language humanity had long forgotten...and before he realised it, the peace and serenity lulled him into a deep, restful sleep...

*

Jason mumbled and giggled, feeling something warm and slippery flick across his naked chest, and he sleepily waved an arm, trying to push it away. There was a quiet snort, then the warmth come again and licked him across the thighs, then up over the groin where it paused and licked again and again, Jason mumbling and still more asleep than awake, before he felt himself dragged from the sleep and he slowly opened his eyes then froze as he found himself naked as the day he'd been born, his ranger uniform piled carelessly on the ground near him...and his eyes widened as he seen a young Whitetail doe crouched down between his spread apart legs as she looked at his rising arousal and licked it again from root to tip and back.

“What the..." Jason gasped, and the Does ears snapped forwards, before she snorted and quivered in f ear, instincts freezing her in place as her mind fought itself, knowing she was defenceless, laying like this, but also – something – maybe in the humans sweat and scent, told her she wasn't in danger...but instincts we re hard to fight and she stared up at him, her ears twitching nervously.

“Woah...hey..." Jason stammered, his eyes wide in surprise and fer, as he stared into the liquid pools of the Doe's dark, soulful eyes.

She stared back at him, tilting her head slightly to one side, as she held his gaze transfixed, the two of them both afraid and curious at the same time, before the Doe licked at her nose and snorted softly, before she lowered her head and timidly licked Jason's penis again, then gave a long lick across his lower belly.

“This is a dream, I'm dreaming and - “ Jason whispered, as he watched the Doe, who seemed to relax and resume her gentle nuzzles and licks. As Jason's length firmed, the Doe cocked her head, then frowned and looked at it, nuzzling it with her cold, wet nose, then gave it another lick.

“No...no sweet little one...that's..." Jason gasped, as she nuzzled it again then her long tongue wrapped itself around the shaft, up near the tip and she drew it into her muzzle, suckling like she would have as a fawn on her mothers teat.

“Oh..." Jason moaned, his fingers digging into the soft loamy soil, rational thought swept from his mind as he Doe frowned and her muzzle wrinkled, before she pulled her head back and let the saliva dampened penis slap back against his belly.

It wasn't possible for her to show her displeasure, but the frown and the way she wrinkled her muzzle, made it clear she didn't enjoy it, then she snorted and flinched as Jason sat up and leaned against the tree, but she didn't rise and flee in fear, but the look of fright was evident in her body language, but she remained kneeling and watched him, until he settled and she slowly began to relax.

“Hey, it..." Jason blushed, then he held out his hands, palms facing upwards, and the Doe sniffed at them, before she timidly began suckling on two of his fingers.

“Fuck..." Jason gurgled, feeling her tongue wrap around the fingers and the strong sucking of the young Doe, her tail starting to flag slowly from side to side. “You...you're too old to be an orphan, even I can see that, you're a young adult... a year and a half, maybe..."

He let her suckle his fingers for a bit, then gently pulled them away and wiped them on his belly, the Doe watching curiously, before she licked when he had wiped the fingers, then licked his penis again, before snorting softly, and wrinkling muzzle, before she lowered her head and after a few furtive licks and nuzzles, closed her eyes and began suckling him – her strong muscles gripping him tight as she worked her head until her nose brushed against his pubic hairs.

“No...bad...bad Doe..." Jason gasped, as he fearfully reached towards her head, trying to push it away, but her ears snapped back and she opened her eyes, giving him a look of distrust and annoyance, that was unmistakable.

Jason knew, she could inflict terrible injuries, if he scared or – or worse – made her angry...but the pleasure built on pleasure, as she closed her eyes and resumed suckling, tail flagging quickly as she tilted her head slightly and her salivary glands began overworking as she began swallowing the excess saliva, her tongue swirling and flickering, bringing Jason more and more pleasure.

“You...you don't have too - “ Jason gasped, and again, instinctively, reached to push her away, but she snorted with more aggression, and gave him the half-lidded look of irritation again, as if she willingly wanted to please this human, even though they had never met before.

Jason squirmed and quivered, torn between his fear, his confusion and the unmistakable pleasure, as this Doe suckled on him, her throat rippling every time she swallowed the saliva, before her eyes opened and she looked up at him, befoe she pushed her head down and he felt himself pressed against the back of her throat, the incredible muscular contractions swiftly working on Jason and he began to moan and squirm.

“No...please...stop...you've got too - “ Jason gasped, feeling the ache in his groin becoming a burning fire, that threatened to erupt.

Ignoring him, the Doe merely flicked her ears and pushed her nose firmly against his groin, then Jason arched his hips upwards as his penis twitched and the semen was spurted down the Doe's throat. Expecting her to snap her head up and back, Jason feared getting bitten at best – but she merely wrinkled her muzzle and kept swallowing, drinking the bitter, salty fluid as best she could until she had drained him dry and with a shudder of obvious displeasure, the doe carefully lifted her head and licked his penis, then lay her head on his belly and closed her eyes.

Shuddering with post-orgasm pleasure and amazement, Jason timidly reached down and lightly touched the Doe's head, feeling her flinch, but make no effort to pull away from his touch, then he become a little bolder, gently stroking her ears flat and petting her with his quivering hands.

A loud, barking cough made the young Doe squeal and leap to her hooves, before she spun away and stood quivering, making Jason shriek in fright, before he saw a familiar form step from the shadows beneath the trees and look down at him.

“Hello again," Smiled the Doe, who had so pleasured him two years ago. “I see you've met your daughter..."

“My..." Jason's eyes widened in fright, as he looked from the Anthropomorphic Whitetail, to the feral Doe, then back again.

Walking over on her cloven hooves, the Doe knelt down and smiled, before she gave Jason's cheek a gentle lick.

“Yes, your daughter – remember? Two years ago, give or take – time is...well it's difficult for me to accurately judge – I don't go by human standards – but yes, she is your daughter...oh, don't act so surprised human! We mated, remember? It was...quite a pleasurable experience...I certainly remember it fondly..."

“You...how did..." Jason flustered, his mind reeling.

With a shy smile, the Doe crouched down and caressed his cheek with her fingers, as she laughed delicately. “Well, the usual way, you mated with me gave me your gift of live, I carried our fawn and about eleven months after that most enjoyable afternoon..."

“No, I meant how - “ Jason mentally flailed, his mind refusing to believe it. “She is - “

“Our daughter, yes...I knew there would always be a chance, that she would throw back to my ancestors, or she could have been born like me...but come, don't be afraid, she won't hurt you, and I'd never dream of harming the sire of my daughter – well – I think she is your daughter...I mated a few wild Stag's in my last season..."

At a gesture from the adult Doe, the younger one tilted her head and slowly approached, then knelt down beside Jason and lay her head in his lap.

“Go on, give her a petting, she likes those – almost as much as she like what she and I share..." Snickered the Elder, as she caressed the youngster along the spine, feeling the pelt ripple.

“She can't...I mean – humans can't..."

“Interbreed?" Snorted the Elder, as she smiled then gestured at the young Doe who nuzzled at Jason's thighs. “Whatever gave you that idea? Of course we can! Of course – well, you humans have such hangups about mating! For us, it's perfectly natural, to mate for pleasure as I do frequently – often – the Stag isn't interested in the slightest, so I get...rather frustrated."

Turning to the Doe, the Elder made a series of strange noises, and the youngster frowned, then glanced at Jason then back at her mother and uttered her own strange growls, barks and other obscure noises. With a snort, the Elder shook her head and slapped the younger Doe on the shoulder and the look she favoured the youngster, made her hang her head and tremble.

“Sorry, she's...a little rebellious," Snickered the Elder, as she sat, folding her long legs beneath her and watching Jason with intent and pleasure. “Now..."

“She can't...I mean we...yes, I made love with you and...but I can't..." Jason stammered, looking from the doe back to the feral doe and back again.

Frowning, the Elder snorted, then smiled and licked Jason's forehead. “I'm very certain, she's your daughter...now, as I was saying...I think I owe you an explanation for...well...your current state...I found you asleep, I thought you'd awaken, but you didn't. You were completely out of it, so I took some liberties with your clothing, oh don't worry, I didn't damage it – and our daughter, well, she is of breeding age now, and I wanted her to get your scent..."

“She..." Jason moaned, then blushed brilliantly and gestured at his sticky, saliva coated penis.

“Well, yes, I wanted her to bond with you, get your scent and..well, what better way to bond, than to share an intimate moment – albeit – one sided...she pleased you, but have you thought she herself might enjoy some affections? Or are all human males like a feral stag? Mate then don't want nothing to do with you?"

“I don't even...how would - “ Jason blushed worse, as he hung his head. “I thought she was a - “

“A feral? She is, well, of sorts...she can not talk like I do, but I understand her just fine...now, what are you going to do, to return your affections? I know from experience – very pleasurable – experience...what it is like to mate with you, but I don't think she is ready for that just yet..."

To Be Continued...