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Awakening

Chapter Three

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

19th June, 2019

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My reverie is broken as I feel my master gently trail his fingers across my chest, each individual finger slipping over my ribs. As I come to my senses, having been lost in the strangest places of my mind, I snort softly and flick an ear. He seems oblivious of my actions, he isn't afraid of me – he is curious, and I'm compelled by my memories to indulge and welcome his curiosity of my body, in any way or form.

“Such - “ He wonders aloud, feeling the warm fur, then placing a hand on my chest, he feels one of my hearts, the soothing, restful beat against his palm. “You're so beautiful, your fur is luxurious and soft to the touch..."

Keeping quiet, I watch as he trails his fingers down my human like arms, then takes my paws in his hands, turning them over so the velvet like pads are facing upwards. He pokes them gently, then examines my furred fingers and hooflets in amazement.

“Incredible, absolutely incredible!" He whispers, his scent coming to my black nostrils – a scent of pleasure, curiosity and something – vague and unable to be clarified.

“Penny," He speaks, gently squeezing my paws as he looks up at him. “Are you hungry, or thirsty or - “

“No thank you, master." I tell him, my body relaxed and restful. I sense no threat from him – if anything, his love and warmth comfort me and build stronger bonds between us.

“I've – never owned an Inteli-Pet before - “ He confesses, then turns my paws over again and idly strokes my forearms. “Sure, I've met some, some of my friends have them – you're kind, sweet, loving and gentle creatures. Your ability to speak and hold intelligent – often thoughtful conversation and – well, it makes the bonds so much stronger, than just a master and their pet."

“I do not understand, master, but your voice and words I draw happiness from. I have, as you know, never owned a 'pet', so I have no reference to base my mental thoughts upon. You show me kindness, compassion and trust. As you know, I can not wilfully disobey you, it is a deeply imprinted command all of my kind have enforced."

“Oh, I know that, my dear, sweet Penny – it's, I can not lie to you love, it's – somewhat overwhelming to me! To feel you, to know, you're bonded to me, you would obey me in anything I wished of you, within reasons."

Frowning slightly, I nodded my head. “To the best of my ability, master. Of course, you're aware there are some – commands – we can not obey."

“Yes, of course – I fully understand, they were very strict with their orders. Still, you're – intelligent, sentient even – you have feelings, emotions, thoughts -"

“Master, before they imprinted me – I had nothing, well, nearly nothing. Fragmented memories from the creature I am modelled off. Part of my mind tries to tell me I'm a feral whitetail deer – another part, it's confused and conflicted, as there's these...hands? There is this...anthromorph body, melded onto the body of a Doe. I truly, do not fully comprehend it. May I ask a question, please?"

He nodded to me, gently caressing my paws with his fingers. “Of course, please! Your young mind needs stimulation and craves information, if I can provide this, I will try."

“I'm...confused, master - “ I told him honestly. “Your companion, I know you grieve for her, this I think I comprehend and understand. Yet may I ask, please, why you chose – well -"

I gently slid my paws out of his grip and gestured at myself.

“I'm a hybrid, a – freak – neither anthromorph or human or deer. I have – conditioned responses imprinted on me. I also – have these – thoughts, memories, instructions? I'm sorry if I don't know the words I'm trying to say, please forgive me."

“Hey," He spoke, as he stepped closer, then cuddled my upper body close against his, resting my head on his shoulder, his hands around mine as he hugged me close. “I understand, please, do your best."

“I could have been – created? Is that right?"

“Yes."

“I could have been created as a Whitetail Doe, perfect in every way on of my ancestors appeared. Cloven hooves, the fur markings and colouration -" I frowned, trying to put together the difficult words from my limited vocabulary I had at present.

“Hey, shh," He whispered, as if sensing my growing frustration and confusion. “It's alright Penny, easy girl, its alright."

“I have – memories – memories I know which aren't mine! Images, emotions, feelings – and there are these...these..." I sighed and hung my head, unable to voice the thoughts.

“The Deep Conditioning, that I ordered imprinted on you?" He asked me, gently lifting my chin up.

“I, yes master," I swallowed nervously, wringing my paws together. “They're instructions, I think is the right word, on sexual methods and procedures – I know nothing about, I've never – ever – pleased a master, or a mistress, in that way, yet I have these...frightening and confusing memories, that I do not understand! I've never mated – forgive me – made love, I am, I believe, a virgin."

“I think I understand now - “ He looked into my eyes, then his thumbs reached out and tenderly wiped away the tears from my cheeks. “You have, well, you – inside you, the fresh, empty mind, seeking to be filled – yet there is a part of your mind, when you access it – it overwhelms you. Shows you things, speaks, in a way, to you, telling you how to do this, and that and the other thing."

Nodding, I tried to hold back my frightened sniffle, before he cuddled me again and soothing caressed my furred neck.

“Would – it help any - “ He asked me, stepping back to look into my eyes. “If I let you explore these thoughts and feelings – freely – without judgement or ordering your obedience?"

“I exist to serve you master, to please you, is to bring pleasure and happiness to myself. I have – no..." I stammered, then stamped a cloven hoof, disgusted with myself for my lack of words I so craved.

“You have no free will, to decide for yourself, to be – who and what – you truly are."

I thought on this, then nodded. “I am compelled to listen, to obey and to act on whatever desire or order you give me, yes, that is true, I have no free will. How can I explore these – experiences – in my mind, if I have not the will to try them?"

He thought for a moment, then smiled and kissed my nose tenderly. “I hereby order you - “

My hearts felt like they stopped, my compulsion overriding my mind, as the words spoken compelled the conditioning imposed on me.

“To give yourself, willingly and freely – to explore, upon or with me, these memories. I absolve you of the order to obey – for the moment – you are ordered to explore these sexual memories, with me, with my consent and willingness, do you understand?"

I looked at him, conflict in my mind confusing and bewildering me – it was an order to obey, but an order that felt like a contradiction, hence my confusion.

“Master - “ I stammered, shaking my head violently from side to side. “I can not comply with this order. It – it is in conflict."

Pondering a moment, he rested his head on the palm of his hand. “I hereby order you, to explore these emotions, freely, with or upon me. You will not be chastised, or harmed, in any way, for doing such, do you understand?"

Freed of the conflicting orders, I nodded my head, then thought for a moment. There are so many things I know how to do, but which one would please my master the best? Should I breed with him, as a doe would breed? Should I use my imprinted memories of massage techniques to heighten his sexual pleasures and intimacies?"

He knelt, resting his hands on his knees, as my mind whirled and churned.

What if this, or how about that – It showed me one image after another after another, like I was flipping through a book, milliseconds felt like an eternity, as my mind conjured thoughts of what I could do to him – or with him – I was thankful of one thing – he was patient, as I pondered, thought and frowned, lost in a landscape of my mind. memories that were not my own...

To Be Continued...