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Blacktail Sanctuary

Chapter Eight

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

16th October, 2017,

All Rights Reserved.

Stephen blinked, horrified at the violence, before Jasmine squealed in a loud, piercing wail and kicked the buck with both her hind hooves, them smacking against his breast with a sickening crunch, before she whirled away and the enraged Stag slashed at her with his antlers – barely missing.

“Get away from her!” Stephen screamed at the buck, who now, was no longer interested in mating – he was hurt, in pain and violently aggressive.

“Hah, that buck's going to rut her brains out...” Snickered one of the men, and Stephen started horrified, as the man was grinning from ear to ear, as if enjoying the violence and what was to come.

Ignoring the man, Stephen unbolted the stall door and bravely stepped in, the enraged Stag turning on him and giving Stephen a glare of such malevolence – Stephen's blood turned to ice – but he moved to shield Jasmine as he backed up, Jasmine twitching and frightened – unable to remove the blinding hood and acting out of fright and displeasure.

“Jasmine, go!” Stephen snapped, then he screamed as the stag's hoof flashed out and struck him in the thigh, almost hard enough to shatter it.

“I'll fix that fucking doe good - “ Snarled the aggressive man, as he rushed to the end of the hallway and brought back a cattle prod, the tip which crackled and sparked. “She's going to get bred, wether she wants it or not!”

Stephen gasped, then something come over him – something dark, angry and savage – the pain of his thigh forgotten, he spun about and with all his strength, he punched the man with the prod, sending him reeling across the enclosure and bouncing off the wall.

“Me fucking nose...you broke me fucking nose!” Screamed the man, the prod falling from his hands, as he clutched his face, blood streaming through his fingers.

“Be grateful that's all I've broken - “ Stephen snarled, as he marched on the man, then stood over him like a thundercloud and glared at him. “Pack your things – you'll never work in a Sanctuary again, I'll see to it – now pack your stuff and turn your ID and uniform in – you're done here, you hear me? Done!”

“You can't do that, you're not my boss - “ Gasped the man, as he sniffled and rose, then looked defiantly at Stephen.

“No,” Come a voice, that chilled the rage in Stephen like he'd been doused in cold water. “But I am – I saw what you done, and what you were going to do...”

“I was just going to frighten her - “ Wheezed the man, as he kept his hands over his shattered nose.

“I know exactly what you were going to do to her!” Kelly snarled, her ears flat against her neck, as she stood in the doorway and lowered the tranquilliser rifle she held in her paws,

Stephen blinked, then heard the stag tremble, before he moaned and stumbled, before falling to his knees and then onto his side – the dart sticking out of his left shoulder telling him what had happened, as he shuddered and glared at the human, before he turned away in disgust and began unfastening the hood that had blinded Jasmine.

“Cruelty towards any animal in this sanctuary – is warranted by instant dismissal – I'd wondered about you for some time Paul...thank you for finally revealing your true colours – now, I'll take this - “ Kelly snorted, as she took his ID card from his belt, and pocketed it. “Pack your gear and get out – I promise, when I'm done with you, you'll never get work with animals ever again...”

“Fuck you you slut of a doe!” Paul snarled, as he pushed past her. “I bet you'd lift your tail for that stag, wouldn't you?”

“He'd probably be a kinder lover than you - “ Kelly laughed at him, before she picked up the prod and disarmed it. “Leave...or I'll have the police escort you out!”

Stephen was shocked, but he quickly un-hooded Jasmine, and when her eyes cleared, she snorted and nuzzled him affectionately – and Kelly raised her eyebrows, as Jasmine became more than a little friendly towards Stephen, who just laughed nervously and cuddled her. “Shhh, its alright Jasmine, I don't know what he was thinking, trying to breed you to that stag – he's killed nine other deer – he's not meant to be used as breeding stock and I don't know why we keep him...”

Kelly bit her lip, before she found two passing staff members, who escorted the former-employee off the premises after he'd changed and retrieved his belongings. Her mind kept turning back to the way Jasmine had nuzzled and licked Stephen, before she shrugged and put it out of her mind – at least temporarily – and after going to find the Sanctuary veterinarian, when she returned, Jasmine and Stephen were gone – and the vet busied herself with washing an sterilising the wounded buck's leg.

“You're telling me – a doe did this to him?” Whispered the vet, as she applied a anti-bacterial powder to the wound, spraying it with a sealant type spray and bandaging it.

“Mmmm,” Kelly murmured. “Jasmine, the young whitetail – that damn idiot knows that stag shouldn't be with others! What was he thinking - “

“Damn lucky that Jasmine didn't end up like the others - “ Sighed the vet, as she gave the stag an injection to counter the pain, then another to start bringing him around out of the anaesthetic.

“He's never going to hurt another animal again - “ Jasmine growled quietly, as her paws clenched at her waist and she snorted.

“Him?” Asked the vet, as she peeled back the stag's eyelids and shone a light into them, seeing the pupils contracting before he shuddered and squirmed, beginning to awaken.

“Well, yes, him – but that human – Paul – I'll make it my life's work to ensure no sanctuary ever hires him...I had my suspicions about some of the injures and accidental deaths in this park – I suspect he had a hand in it, for his own cruel pleasures...”

“Well, what are we going to do with this fellow?”

“As much as it pains me, as he can not be bred due to his nature – and no other sanctuary would want him...”

“Amongst humans, he's not so bad – I'll get some help and we'll isolate him, lets not act in haste Kelly – you're understandably angry and upset – I don't blame you, but let's not act on those impulses – alright?”

“Fine...” Kelly growled at the vet, as she pushed past her and stormed out, carrying the unloaded tranq rifle over one cocked arm.

“I certainly wouldn't want to be in her path - “ Whispered the vet, as she placed two fingers on the stag's neck, then felt him tremble and snort, before he tried to lift his head off the ground. “Easy fella, take your time - “

*

Stephen stumbled into the cottage she shared with Kelly, exhausted, stressed and overcome with emotion, after the events of the afternoon – he had no idea what had inspired that – rage – in him, he was usually as meek and mild mannered as a mouse, but when that ex-employee had threatened Jasmine, something in him had snapped and he'd wanted to do something unspeakable...

His hand shaking, Stephen unclasped the decanter, then poured himself a stiff drink, which he downed in one gulp – the fiery liquor burning his tongue and throat. Tugging the tie away from his throat, he began unbuttoning his shirt and he peeled it off – unmindful of the scent of sweat on it, before his pants followed and his underwear – leaving him as naked as the day he was born.

Without thinking, Stephen just bundled up his clothes and stuffed them into the laundry hamper in the bathroom – before he turned on the shower, adjusting it until the hot water felt like it'd melt his skin off. Just as he was about to enter, he heard the front door creak, and the unmistakable sound of cloven hooves – before Kelly poked her muzzle around the door jamb.

“What? Not going to wait for me?” Kelly smiled weakly, before she quickly shed the khaki shirt and long skirt, bending over so her tail flicked up, revealing her lace panties that she knew Stephen loved, before she trailed her right paw along the edge of her thigh and looked back at him, giving Stephen a playful glance.

Usually, this worked on him like an aphrodisiac, but this afternoon, he seemed withdrawn and – out of sorts – as he merely smiled weakly and waited patiently as Kelly snorted and shed her panties, then slipped into the shower and tilted her muzzle up into the scalding stream. Stephen slipped in behind her, sliding his hands around her furred hips, then Kelly moaned playfully and her wedge like tail flickered across Stephen's penis – but even this didn't arouse him like it usually did. Frowning, Kelly twisted about, then slid her paws up his chest and splayed them across his cheeks, before she looked him straight in the eyes, her own gaze one filled with concern and love.

“Stephen...whats wrong honey?” Kelly asked, before she caressed his cheeks with her furred thumbs, then licked him gently on the forehead, her eyes growing concerned and worried.

“I'm...just out of sorts tonight my love – its nothing you done...” Stephen whispered, before he timidly slid his hands around her hips, then pulled her close, his lips finding her, as he began to kiss her long and deep.

To Be Continued...