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Awakening

Chapter Six – Finale -

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

24th June, 2019

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As my master suckled my teat, I shuddered uncontrollably. I had never imagined the pleasure such a thing could bring me. I freely gave him my warm milk, as he slurped and suckled for hours, until at last, I could offer no more and he lovingly licked my udder and teats clean, then sighed in pleasure.

“Wow, honey, I've never imagined...could this be what its like to nurse from an actual doe?"

“Master? I – I'm sorry, but I don't know how to answer that, didn't you - “

He chuckled, as he rolled over, reluctantly, then knelt before me, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight. “Cassie often enjoyed me suckling her teats, but she never – well never was mated and had a fawn, so never produced any milk...not like you, dear Penny."

“I – I've never fawned either master - “ I politely told him, frowning slightly.

With an exasperated sigh, Peter chuckled softly and cuddled me close. “I know love, I know – I keep forgetting, just...well, you're so – beautiful and naive, truly, mentally, you're almost like a fawn. You don't have any experiences to draw from – other than what they imprinted on you, and I imagine – your own genetic memory."

“Is this a failing in my design master?" I asked, curious and worried.

“Oh, no honey, no..." Peter stroked my back, his fingers gently trailing through my soft fur. “You're perfect, truly!"

I was confused, I had – memories had been implanted in my mind – I knew they weren't mine – yet I felt...empty, devoid of things I felt I should know. I had only my master as my teacher. He was kind, gentle, and loving – taking his time with me, showing me exceptional patience and kindness.

“Penny for your thoughts, Penny?" Peter asked, as he rested his hands on my shoulder and looked into my troubled eyes.

“Master?" I asked, frowning deeply.

“Its a – never mind. What's on your mind young one?"

“I'm...troubled master," I replied, before sighing quietly and pulling him close, cuddling my fur-less master against my warm fur, drawing strength and comfort from him. “I – I don't know what I'm supposed to do, I have these – memories? Imprints?"

“Memories...no, wait, that's wrong – that'd imply you 'remembered them, that's what makes them memories love. You were imprinted, with the knowledge and sexual techniques...well, you know all this. I've wondered, would an Inteli-Pet submit to love making, with their owner – without it? Could they?"

“I...do not understand..."

“I'm just thinking out loud, dear Penny. Part of it, they're, well – they're 'programmed' to obey their owner, right?"

Nodding, I frowned and assimilated this.

“So...feasibly – their owner could, ask them..." Peter pondered more. “Would their conditioning compel them to obey? Or would they refuse?"

Thinking, I pondered this deeply for a few moments, before I frowned. “I have only my own – conditioning – to draw from, master, but I would...assume they would obey, as their conditioning compels one such as myself, to obey without our free will, which we do not have."

“It opens a whole can of worms, doesn't it?" He asked me, before shrugging lightly, then pulling my head close, as he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me long and deeply.

I loved his affections, be it as simple as a cuddle or a hug – through to him making me his mate. Both brought me pleasure, and the conditioning so deeply ingrained into me, was satiated as I was obeying his wishes and desires. For nearly ten minutes, he caressed, cuddled and kissed me with reckless passion and adoration. Our tongues and saliva mingled and conjoined, his eyes closed as he breathed through his nostrils. At last, he sighed in pleasure and caressed my deer like ears, before he gazed into my eyes.

“A part of me – is ashamed at what I had forced on you, against your will - “

“I do not understand master, have I done something wrong? Are you unhappy with me in any way?"

“No, no, its not you, it'll never be you, my dear, sweet little...well – you're not exactly little are you?"

I smiled skittishly, before a low, quiet chuckle escaped my muzzle. “No, I'm not little – mayhaps that was a mistake they made, a companion should not be taller than their owner. It is – a - “ Once again, words failed me.

'It's like a dominance thing I suppose." He told me, as he turned my muzzle gently one way, then the other, looking a the black muzzle stripe, all Whitetail deer had. “As you're taller, instinctively, you feel you're more – dominant than I am, but of course, your conditioning would prohibit such thoughts."

“Of course master, we are, legally and mentally – even physically – incapable of 'dominance' over our owners. Of course, in – certain, carefully worded 'orders' we can 'play' such a role, but it would cause us discomfort and borderline pain."

“Why so honey?" He asked me, as he caressed my ears again.

“It...I imagine – it would set up a terrible conflict in our minds, as it'd come close to causing an irreversible clash against our conditioning." I told him, after a few moments of struggle and deliberation.

Peter frowned, then pondered himself, before he nodded. “I think I understand, the order to be, well, assertive and dominant with your 'owner' conflicts with the imprinted commands, orders? I don't know what they call it – to be submissive and subservient. It'd...yeah, I understand now."

“I am glad to have been of service, master." I told him, then placed my paws either side of his cheeks and lightly licked hos forehead. “I serve and obey, and in this, I am content, now, and until the end of my days."

Peter cuddled me close, caressing my ears as he smiled, then kissed me lightly on the forehead.

“May that time be far, far in the future love..." He whispered, gazing into my eyes.

I had no words for him – only my love, my trust and my heart – which belonged to him – my conditioning be damned....

END