Inteli-Pet Chronicles

Anthology I

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© Cederwyn Whitefurr

June, 2019

All Rights Reserved.

Awakening

Chapter One

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

18th June, 2019

All Rights Reserved.

I float...

I am...

Yet I am not...

I am filled with nothing...

Yet everything is a part of me...

I know nothing...

Yet I know everything...

I am...

Aware...

*

Groggily, my pale golden eyelids fluttered. They felt like – I do not have the words to describe the sensation. Pain, pain makes me scream and struggle as I feel the coldness of something beneath me. Light, so bright it burns like...something I do not know. All I know, is it causes pain – and fear!. Squeezing my eyes closed, I feel something trickling down my fur, my...muzzle? Yes, muzzle – that is what it is, I hear – sounds, indistinct, yet loud, oh so loud, ears flattening against my neck, I wish I could stop the sounds. Beeps, whistles, buzzing – then – voices, garbled, distorted – it hurts, oh how it hurts me so – crying out I wail for it to stop, make the noises stop – make...

A sharp pain in my neck – something – cold chills my blood, it claws at me, drags me back into the dark – I go willingly, afraid - I am...

Alone...

*

Many of their early attempts suffered traumatic and often horrific birth defects, or didn't survive the birthing process itself. Many of the clones were so malformed, they even sickened the most strongest of stomachs amongst the staff who made them.

From their mistakes, they learned, they adapted, they – changed – at last, they were on the very edge of truly achieving their decades long goal.

They moved on to actual hybridisation..

Hundreds of thousands of hours had gone into it, the genome splicing, the DNA analysis, thousands of aborted fetuses grown in their labs at the Inteli-Pet Corporation.

All had died, or been killed for various reasons, they continued to learn, to adapt and to change, so close they knew the very next one could be the one – to make the millions spent in research and development, the time, the effort and the frustration as failure after failure plagued this project.

Until at last, by accident, a young researcher was going over the coding that created them, he was tired and overworked – he made a simple error in the code – an error that was to have fortuitous circumstances...

*

With joyous noises, the doctors and nurses celebrated their triumphant success.

“We've done it - “ Spoke a man, as he pulled the mask from his face, and looked down at the creature before him.

His eyes and those of his devoted staff looked down – at the half Whitetail, half anthromorph that lay unconscious, a mask affixed to its muzzle, pumping oxygen into her lungs.

It was a new specimen – after decades of failures – they had finally produced this, a Cervine Taur. From the Anthromorph waist down, it was identical to a feral Whitetail doe in every respect.

Her fur, the right shades and feel, the slender legs, the cloven hooves – even the large, pale pink of her udder and the four teats. Further back, it shared the sexual anatomy of its feral cousins and the nearly twelve inches of wedge like tail, the underside of which was a brilliant white.

“Congratulations all - “ Come a voice from a speaker mounted on the wall.

Looking down, the Doctors stood around the form of their newest creation – It had taxed their bio-division who had slaved away for decades, to produce this, this thing that lay on the cold examination table, hooked up to monitors, heart rate machines, other machines that beeped and whistled and recorded.

All but one – had died or been a failed experiment – now, through fate or by design of some higher being, was born this one - who was, according to the genetic profiling, DNA structure and a thousand other medical tests and examinations – was – perfect.

They did not see these creatures as either animals nor at best, anthromophs, they were – just a product. Like a toaster, or a car, or something like that. Even though they had sentience and intelligence – albeit imprinted on their minds – minds that were devoid of anything apart from their autonomic responses and feral instincts.

They were imprinted when they were birthed, full grown and developed, the imprinting either giving them the ability to think, to speak and on par with 'average' human intelligence.

For double the fee – a 'companion' could be given the deep conditioning – which imprinted on their virgin minds, methods, techniques and ways to sexually pleasure their master, or their mistress – to the best of their ability.

This proved a two edged sword, as the Government issued a decree that any human caught in a morally compromising position with such a 'companion', they would be put to death, their 'companion' tortured and then put to death as well.

So, they were deeply imprinted with such conditioning, that they were prohibited from engaging in sexual activities, where others could see them, or their 'master/mistress'. It was the only time a companion could say no, to their owner, as the conditioning was so deeply imprinted on them, it was only secondary to their primal drive and conditioning – not to cause physical or mental harm to a human, or through actions, allow a human to be harmed by them.

This worked out well, as the Corporation skirted the letter of the law, whilst demand for these 'special' companions, exceeded their most gross expectations.

*

I am...aware...awake, heavy eyelids flutter open, sense of smell returns, as I cast my weak gaze around me. I feel – sensations – feelings, thoughts wander through my mind, disjointed and fragmented. I feel, pressure beneath me, like I am – standing – yes, standing up. Lifting one hoof, I place it on the ground, then another, then another. I feel muscle and fur move as I come to understand this – this – body, yes that is what I am, a body, it moves, I feel it expand and contract as I breathe, I feel the heartbeat that beats from my two hearts.

Ears flick and strain, but I hear nothing, but the blood in my veins. Looking down, I see movement. Then things – appear before me, gold coloured things. Confused and searching for answers in my mind, it comes to me – hands – these are hands, the fingers move independently, ending in – hooflets, black, short blunt nails.

Timidly, I take my first, stumbling steps, I am, to all accounts and purposes, newborn. I have no references with which to base my experiences on. I have – memories – they flicker and fade away as I mentally grasp for them, my mind hurts me so, I sense it is also new – making new connections, strengthening and making me – me.

I hear the click of something, turning my body is difficult, I stumble and fall, but the thing on which I stand is soft and gives under my weight, as I lay there, trying to work out how to stand – for my legs are trembling and quivering, I staggered back to my hooves and stand gasping for breath.

“Identify!” Comes a sharp command from a bipedal creature, shorter than me.

“I am – Number 3943.” Comes a sound,then I realise, its me – I made it – but I do not remember speaking.

“Acknowledgement protocol successful.” Speaks this biped, as it holds something in its – hands – yes, hands, it does something with this thing, then nods to itself.

“Number 3943, kneel down.”

My knees fold beneath me, I fight them, but they obey, something in my mind – it – it compels me to obey, even though I command this body.

Now, this biped is taller than me – but only just. It walks closer, then reaches out and snaps something – fingers – either side of my head. My head turns to follow the sound, first right, then left, then right again.

“Auditory protocol successful.” It repeats.

My dark nose flares, nostrils widening as I smell its scent. My mind has no name for this, but files it away in some dark part of itself.

“You are female, a doe – do you understand?” It asks me.

“I am female, a doe - “ I repeat back, is automatic, I didn't even realise I would speak.

“I am a human, male - “ It tells me, gesturing at itself.

“You are...male, human - “ I answer, eyes narrowed in confusion, before my mind makes the mental connection.

His scent, covered by something – but I still smell it, and it imprints on me, human, male, slight musky scent. I understand now.

“Now, you are to be taken to your new master, he will do with you, as he wishes, you will obey and conform to his whims, do you understand?”

“I will – obey.” I am forced to speak again.

“Be sure you do, number 3943.” He does something with his face, it, it smiles, yes, that's it.

He keeps smiling, then there is a sharp pain in my neck, I squeal and try to rise, but my body refuses to obey me. Coldness again grips me in its merciless grasp, and my vision fades and blurs, before my eyelids close and I fall to the floor.

I am no longer aware...

*

Darkness...

I'm made walk...

Something around my head is tight,...

It frightens me...

I pull back and squeal, scared, but it pulls me forwards...

I hear voices...

Muffled...

indistinct...

I can not hear them clearly...

Suddenly, there is bright light, my eyes screw shut in pain and fright, I feel something – something touches me and I involuntarily squeal, I can't help it – I am...

I am afraid...

*

Taking the heavy velvet hood off the Taur Doe, Peter blinked, then looked at her, his eyes growing wide before he reached out and touched the bridge of her muzzle. She squealed and flinched, eyes squeezed closed and pulled back n the lead rope, before one of the Inteli-Pet Corporation men swore and pulled her back, then barked something in a language that Peter didn't understand – but obviously the distressed and frightened creature before him did.

Her muzzle went slack and her body with it, as she was compelled into standing still. Her flanks heaved as she drew great breaths into her lungs, arms hanging limply, before she cracked open her eyes and whimpered, the bright sunlight streaming through the window causing her pain.

“Oh, I never thought - “ Peter gasped, as he hurried drew the shades and plunged the room into more a twilight, before he touched her again.

“Hello,” He whispered, stroking her muzzle gently. “I am Peter, your name – is Penny, pleased to meet you Penny!”

My eyes slowly open, seeing his smiling face, and there's a flash in my mind – my mind instantly imprints on him, his appearance, his scent, and...he names me. Synapses connect and neurons fire, imprinting this information in less than a heartbeat, forever, into my young mind.

Hello, Master Peter - “ I speak, my voice soft and melodic, before crouching down and my upper body bends, giving a bow as best I can manage.

“Sir, if you'll please sign here, and here and...” Another speaks behind me, but my gaze is on my new – owner? Yes, that's right, Peter owns me now, he is my master, whom I am compelled to obey.

Peter does something behind me, I don't understand what, then when the other two men leave, he shuts the door behind me, then comes back to look at me. I stare back at him with eyes like twin pools of night – eyes so dark brown, they're almost black. This reaffirms my bond to him, as I nervously lean forward and take a deeper smell of his scent.

“You're so – beautiful - “ He whispers to me, stroking my muzzle, then reaching forwards.

I smell his nervousness, his fear, it makes me afraid, but I am forced to suppress my baser instincts, compelled by what was done to me.

He caresses my belly, I can not help but twitch at this, I've never been touched like this before – part of it feels nice, part of it frightens me. He trails his fingers over my animal-like shoulder, then along my back, feeling the soft, luxurious fur. Twisting my body as best I can, my eyes follow him, until he moves into my blind spot, back near my rump.

“I never imagined - “ Peter whispers, before he runs his fingers along my tail and I gasp,the fear overridden by the pleasure of his gentle caress, my tail snapping upright and I willingly give him a quick flicker of my tail.

“You're truly – amazing - “ He muttered, walking around my other side, forcing me to twist back again to watch him.

“Do I – “ I begin to speak, before swallowing. “Does my body please you master?”

“Oh, dear, sweet Penny - “ He smiles, coming back around to my front and taking my golden furred paws in his. “You're beyond words, the fur, the feel of you, everything! They're everything they promised – and more.”

“It pleases me master,” I tell him, letting him explore my body at his pleasure. “To know that I am pleasing to you.”

“You're a – a taur, taller than I was lead to believe you would be, as a Whitetail is, well, not as tall as you are, but the fact you're - “ He babbled for a moment, then frowned and chuckled slightly.

“A...taur? Master?” I inquired, my mind never having heard this word before, so I had no reference to make the mental memory.

“You're a – a hybrid is wrong word. Basically, you're a blending of Whitetail deer, and an Anthromorph, do you understand?”

I frowned, trying to piece together the words. “I am sorry master, I do not understand, mayhaps this is a failing in me, for this, I apologise. I will endeavour to do better.”

“It's not your fault, dear, sweet, naive young Penny – they may have overlooked that, we have much to learn, you and I – you're – you're just so beautiful, you know that?”

“Master, I have no – reference to base my opinion on beauty. So I will take your word for it, that my appearance is pleasing to you.”

He stood before me, the top of his head barely coming to my – anthropomorphic? Was that the right word? Chest. A chest that was flat and without breasts, I was uncertain if this was an oversight, or an intentional omission from what I was. My mind whirled and processed, as he again walked around me – then I involuntarily gasped and my left hind hoof kicked at my belly, when he shyly touched my udder and teats with his fingers.

“Hey, easy girl - “ Peter told me, then I shuddered and settled. “I'm sorry, did that frighten you?”

“A – little master, I wasn't expecting it – I'm still – very naive and young, still finding my hooves, as it were.” I told him apologetically, then stood calmly as he gently caressed my udder and teats again.

This time, it was more – pleasurable – his fingers gently gripping my teats and giving them a light squeeze, before he felt the warmth of my udder.

“Incredible, absolutely lifelike, just like my late, dear Doe...”

I smelt his grief in his scent, but I remained quiet, unsure if I should speak, or stay silent. My conditioning did not tell me how to deal with this, so I stood still and let him...

A gasp is torn from my throat, purely accidentally, as his fingers flicker over the fine hairs of my labial folds. Electric impulses overstimulate my nerves and mind, as the pleasure is beyond anything I've experienced. He freezes, I can smell his fear and feel it in the slight quiver of his fingers, before he timidly parts my labia and gazes at the warmth of my sex.

“Amazing, such...beautiful work - “ He mutters softly, before releasing me and walking back around to look up into my eyes.

I feel – guilt, and shame – for I am at least – I do not know the reference, but I am taller than he is, and something inside of me tells me this is wrong, but he does not seem angry with me. He is – confused, overcome with grief and happiness – the two emotions confuse and bewilder me. How can one have strong, yet opposing emotions at the same time?

“Penny, Cassie was my...my friend.” He begins, pacing back and forth, whilst I stand quietly and watch, sensing he does not need my words. “I hand reared her after her mother was shot – oh – don't despair my love, I didn't kill her.”

It never entered my mind, I had no concept of death, it wasn't part of my conditioning, nor training, so I filed it away mentally.

“She was the most beautiful, friendliest and gentlest of deer I've ever met – until you. Of course, you're not entirely a deer – are you? Not are you feral like she was, you can speak, understand me and – like her – you could...”

He trailed off, before I frowned slightly, wondering what it was he was going to say to me.

“Cassie and I, we were lovers, mates, she willingly bred herself to me, and I took her as my lover. Our love was – abnormal – but it was real love. She loved me, and I adored and cherished her. We would lay together, mating, on my bed during the cold, wet winter storms, her soft bleats and nuzzles – me holding her gently and stroking her neck and back...”

“I can not hope to replace her – master – what you and Cassie shared, was unique to you both. I can, in any way that is possible for me to do, I can pleasure you, either sexually, or just with my presence, if you so wish.” I told him honestly, having no concept of mistruth or anything like that.

“I know, love,” He sighed, then walked over and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me gently as he buried his head against my belly fur.

“I will – love you, as you ask, if you will have me?”

“It is not my decision to make, master - “ I informed him, politely “You had me imprinted – I am compelled to obey your desires and wishes. If you asked me to fetch you a drink, I would happily obey. If you asked to mate with me, then I would obey, once again, without question.”

“I forget how badly they imprint your mind, taking away your self-determination, your self...will even. Could you even say no? Refuse an order?”

“We - “ I paused, frowning and trying to find an answer. “IF, given an order, such as, harm a human. Or, mate with me out on the side walk. Then the compulsion is enforced, and we will say no. It hurts us, but it is an overriding command, we can not refuse. It is – for the safety of our owner, and ourselves. We would die, willingly, to save the life of one who owns us, or another human. It is conditioned into us, this overriding order. So, yes, master, we can say 'no' – just not refuse an order from our human, to serve and honour them, as best we are physically capable of performing.”

Frowning, Peter looked up into my eyes, before he sat down. I knelt down, folding my slender legs beneath me, so we were more looking into each others eyes. One of my ears flicked, there wasn't anything I could do about it – it was an autonomic response, my hearing always aware and listening for potential danger. It was a genetic throwback to my long distant ancestors, one they could not condition out of us, nor discard from our genetic memory.

A strange sensation come over him, his face grew red beneath the skin, and I frowned, not understanding what it meant, until part of my imprinted mind connected. He was – blushing? - was it something I said, that triggered this response in my master? Why did I cause him embarrassment and shame?

“I meant no disrespect, master.” I spoke quietly, hanging my head.

“None – taken, I had forgotten how honest your kind were, you're not – impeded – by a whole lifetime of experiences and emotions and conditioning by environmental, social and other things. Your minds are – clean, basically, given what you need to fulfil your owners desires and orders, and nothing much else I imagine.”

“I have no understanding of any of this, master, but I will trust that you speak truly to me, and will take it to heart.”

“I did not mean, I mean - “ He stammered, then blushed worse. “I did not mean I would want to mate with you, right now - “

“Would such a thing not bring you pleasure, master?” I asked innocently and without any self-doubt or hesitation.

“You're...beautiful, everything I imagined and then more, but – you've only just met me, you don't know the first thing about me and - “ He flustered and rose, then began pacing, shaking his head.

“If it is your wish, master,” I told him, “I am fully trained and capable of many things to bring pleasure to you. You are my owner, my master, your words are my commands.”

“I've – how do you make love to a taur? I've fantasised about it, sure – your kind until now, were fictional, make believe! Can you imagine my mind, when I lay in bed as a young adult, dreaming of what it would be like to make love to a female centaur?”

“A centaur, master?” I asked.

“A half-horse, half human, like you, except the upper part of you, would have been a human, the lower half, a horse.”

Frowning, I tried to imagine what he meant, but without some visual cues, I again filed it away mentally.

“I imagine, master,” I pondered a moment, thinking. “You would mate, forgive me, make love with me, in many the same ways as you once did with your beloved companion, Cassie. It am not, dissimilar, if anything, in that regard, I am identical to a Whitetail Doe. Only – difference, is from my waist upwards, I share the appearance of a Anthromorph Whitetail doe.”

“Oh, I didn't doubt that, it was – well, your height for one, you're like, what – seven feet from hooves to base of your ears?”

“I have no knowledge of that which you say master, but, I am confused, how would this affect our lovemaking? I can, with some discomfort, twist my upper body around to look back over my back, as it were. I can kneel down, as I am at present, I could lay on my side – or even – I imagine – on my back...”

He stared at me, then blushed again. It was such a curious and interesting feature that humans had – I could not do it, it wasn't physically possible, so I watched him with interest, learning about humans from him, as I imagined, he was learning from me.

We were both young, he was I believed, about twenty one – me? I was a week old, if that – my memories are fragmented and confusing in that regard. I was nothing, then I was – alive, aware, conscious – but that was mostly taken away from me, when I was imprinted. I try to recall those who did it, I am met with an emptiness in my mind, like something was once there, but was taken from me..

I wonder – should I try to recall this? Or was it done for a reason? I did not know the answers...

*

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.

“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 -

*

Peter is patient with me, he senses my confusion, my apprehension. He waits for me, as my mind conjures image after image after image, faster and faster, until it feels like my mind will surely explode. Whimpering, I'm forced to put my paws to my temples, begging the unrelenting whirlwind to stop, to give me a moments reprieve from its onslaught.

Sensing my growing discomfort, he takes my paws away from my head, then gently holds them, gazing into my eyes with a look of love and compassion.

“Penny, please love, if it is confusing you, then let it go honey. Trust me, I will never do anything to harm you, not now, not ever. Here, let me help – you're scared, I know that – I can see it in how you tremble so. Now, just, relax little one. Deep breaths, that's it...”

I feel calmed by his compassion, as he slides his hands down, gripping my own, before I feel the blunt hooflets tap against something. Gazing down, I see his penis – semi erect and rising rapidly to full tumescence. He is – large – larger than I was expecting, but I know myself – I believe in myself, my mind tells me. I am not a fragile little fawn. I am fully grown, willing, receptive and able – but still a virgin, still uncertain of my own capabilities and body...but I am quick to learn...and eager.

My fingers timidly slide around his length, gripping it gently, as I look down, then something impels me to begin a sensual stroking. My fingers trail from too to stem. My hooflets dancing over his flared penile head, then back again. I hear his breath catch in his throat and this interests and pleases me – as I discover it pleases him.

“Oh, you feel...amazing my love - “ Peter grunts.

Then I frown and look down as a clear liquid dribbles from the narrow slit at the end of his penis. My mind does not know what it is, it is – sticky and slippery, almost a contradiction of itself, but I sense it is of no threat.

My master places his hands on the back of my head, and I flick my ears forwards, before he gently pushes my deer-like head downwards. Accessing memories not my own, I understand what he desires, and quickly flatten my taur body as best I can. Leaning forwards, my upper body comes lower, and holding his penis, I experimentally give the tip a lick with my soft tongue.

I taste the liquid, I taste him – and this further bonds me to him, for to know someone, intimately, is the best way to bond them. My taste buds do not know what this liquid is, it is – partially sweet and partially sour. Opening my muzzle, I use my tongue to lick his penile head clean, feeling him tremble and groan.

Without warning, Peter suddenly grips the back of my head and shoves it forwards – his penis is thrust past my lips and into my muzzle, almost to the back of my throat! Instinct takes my mind, my control erased, as memories instruct me on what I need to do.

Forming a tight seal with my lips, my tongue swirling the growing saliva in my muzzle, I begin suckling my masters firm, impressive length with deep convulsive swallows from my throat.

“F....” He stammers, his body shaking from toes to hairline. “Penny...”

I'm confused, it sounds like he's angry, but he's – also aroused and pleasured. I continue, carefully twisting my head left and right. I ensure I have a good covering of my sticky saliva all over his penis. My tongue swirls then curls over it, gripping just behind the head as I start suckling with eager slurps. My wedge like tail is raised, flagging back and forth in pleasure, as I place my paws on my master's chest.

“I'm...oh my...” Peter gurgles and shakes. “I never...”

Frowning, my senses detect another scent, one I've never smelt in my life – seconds before his penis flicks and pulses – a hot, salty and sticky liquid spurts in six strong pulses. It sticks to the inside of my muzzle, soaking my tongue and mingling with my saliva.

He just come inside of my muzzle – my mind tells me. Swallow it doe, every little drop, it won't hurt you – you know that.

I begin swallowing, the taste is – not too unpleasant, just – a little frightening, as I've never experienced this before. Drawing on the memories of what I was imprinted with, I do as it instructs. Soon, I've swallowed as much as I can. Some still clinging to the back of my muzzle, where my tongue can not easily remove it. I use my tongue to clean my beloved masters length, feeling it start to shrink and when he releases me, I lift my head up a tiny amount, gazing at him with a look of love and trust, through my long, dark eyelashes.

“My...Penny, I never imagined...I'm...gods, I'm so – sorry!” Peter stammers, gently stroking my ears.

“Mas - “ I begin ,then give a weak cough, unable to help it. “Did I please you?”

“Yes, oh gods yes, my dear, sweet, young doe! It was – incredible, your tongue is so soft, the way you moved your head...”

I absorbed all this, the feeling of warmth spreading through me, as I knew he was happy and I'd pleased him, which in turn, pleased me. I wondered if there was something else I could have done, to please him more.

I learned from this experience, my first time at using my muzzle to pleasure my master, so it was in a way, learning for us both. I would try this again, if he was willing. For the moment, as his penis wilted and dribbled a few drops of semen onto the floor, I remained kneeling and submissive. awaiting my masters request.

He stood, pale and shaking, his mind must be overwhelmed by the pleasure I had brought him. His scent reeked of sweat, or relief and pleasure. His scent was pleasing to my mind, as it made me realise above all else – he was happy and even delighted with my performance.

I was lost in my own mind again, before I felt his hands on my hips, one hand gripping my tail tightly. With a soft moan, I twisted myself around, at least my upper body and could just see him kneeling behind me.

“I want to do something for you – and to you.” He spoke.

I hadn't even seen or heard him move – so lost was I in my thoughts. As I continued watching, he leaned forwards, then I gasped as I felt his lips press against my labial folds. Just the slightest touch, sent shocks along my spine. He kissed me again, then again, before fingers splayed over my labia and gently pulled it apart – his tongue flickering and tasting my pale depths.

“I - “ I stammered, my tongue turning to wood in my muzzle, eyes wide.

“Shush little one, just – enjoy it.” He growled quietly, then leaned forwards again.

More kisses. His tongue sliding in and out of my folds. I gasped as his tongue found a sensitive spot, my mind telling me it was the clitoris of the doe's body. Rational thought was washed from my young mind in the pleasure he bestowed upon me. His tongue flickered over that sensitive nub. Pleasure built on pleasure built on pleasure – I couldn't think, I couldn't act – all I could do was be washed away in this relentless tide.

He mumbled something, even my hyper-sensitive hearing couldn't hear. His tongue tickled my clitoris for twenty minutes, before he smiled and I gasped, feeling as he slid a finger into my young body. Instinctively, muscles squeezed and clenched, as he stroked my back with his free hand – allowing my tail to flag wildly.

“You like this, don't you little one?” He whispered at me, as another finger joined the first – spreading apart and widening my vulva as it'd never been stretched before.

A low, gasping moan was all I could manage in response. His knuckles pinched and rubbed against my clitoris, is fingers sought the depths within me, as I squirmed and quivered, natural lubrication soon soaking my vulva. His fingers continued to stretch, to tease and to tickle, as he smiled and kissed me on the rump, standing up.

“Urk - “ I gasped, my tongue tangled in my muzzle and unable to pronounce words.

“Good girl, nice and wet for me – that's it...” He chuckled, stroking my rump.

I suddenly felt something pushed against my labia. I was a second in realising, it was his penis – before it slid into my vaginal passage, just the penile head, and he grunted in surprise at how warm and slippery it was.

I had the urge to push back, to take him completely, but I felt the ache in my loins. I realised he was not as long as a feral Buck – not even close!This memory come from some dark part of my mind, but at nearly six and a half inches and about three wide – he was thicker than a stag, and was allowing my body time to prepare.

“Oh god, Penny...it's...like you're in heat – you're so...so...” His words garbled,

As he grunted and pushed forwards eagerly, sliding his entire length into my body, I gasped and shuddered. He ruptured my hymen in one thrust as he mounted me, and I bit my tongue to stop myself from crying out.. He was beyond anything I'd experienced, the feel of his human penis inside my tight, clutching vaginal passage was painful – very painful, as he claimed my maidenhood, as was his right.

Pain soon eased, and he gripped my tail in one hand, down near the base and pulled it up. I whimpered softly, my tail being extremely sensitive, but I understood and timidly lifted my hind hips. He grunted in pleasure and kept a hold on my tail, as I splayed my hind hooves out beneath me, supporting a half-standing, half lying pose.

This pose brought with it both pleasure and pain. Pain, as my tail was sensitive – but pleasure as his angle of mating made him push forwards further than he had previously been.

“Good...good girl...” He panted, gripping my tail tighter, unmindful, or more likely, forgetful.

He began thrusting – fully dismounting from me, then plunging back into my folds again and again, his hips meeting mine with a wet slap. Wet, partially, as when he claimed my maidenhood, the blood vessels had been sundered – it was, I was assured, natural. Partially, it was an overabundance of my own natural bodies lubrication and fluids, as he began humping against me with a wild, almost feral abandon.

I had no idea mating could be so – pleasurable – imprinted memories told me how to mate – but the actual experiences? I had nothing to draw from. This was, literally and figuratively, my first mating – to anything – and he gripped my tail tight, pulling it upwards, but I ignored the pain from this – as agonising as it was!

My masters pleasure was all that mattered to me, if I had to suffer a little pain from it, I was willing to do so! I'm sure he didn't know how badly it hurt me, it was, after all, our first consummation of our mating bond! A bond that would forever tie me to him – body and soul, I would be his.

As he yanked my tail up, clutching it in his fist, he drive himself hard against me with a loud slap, before he gripped my hips and screamed – his penis throbbing deep within me, as his hot, sticky semen was violently spurted deep into my body. Tears flooded my eyes at the terrible ache in my tail, but the scent from him – of love, compassion and his feral-like mating, I'd forgive him, I could do nothing else...

*

My master fell onto my back, gasping and panting with exertion and the sweet scent of his release. I knelt there, conflicting feelings flowing through my mind a I quivered slightly. I was quiet, wishing for anything to ease the ache in my tail. I knew he hadn't meant to be intentionally cruel. He didn't have that in him, I would have sensed it the moment we met. Maybe it was something he and his – companion – had shared...something they done together, when he mated her.

Penny - “ Comes his weak, exhausted groan.

“Master?” I inquire, twisting myself around as much as I can, to look at him. “Are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I?”

He smiles, then rubs my side with a trembling hand. “No, oh, no, my dear, sweet companion. That..was amazing, I never imagined it would be like that – with you I mean.”

I'm confused, sensing deep within me, he was referring to his late, beloved companion, but I knew better than to say so.

“You...you were a virgin - “ He began, then caressed me again.

“A - “ I stammered, hanging my head, ears flicked back. “Forgive me master, I do not understand this word.”

“I mean - “ He smiles, moving slightly and making me squirm, as he's still quite erect and inside my body. “You'd never been made love too, had you?”

Using a paw, I reach up and start scratching at one of my ears – I don't even realise I'm doing it.

“I – no master, no male has mated with me. You are the first to do such – did I do it right? I've, never mated before – it – may I speak freely, please?”

“Of course love, please!”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, then clasped my paws together and frowned, trying to find words I had to have, but did not quite understand.

“It...hurt me master, when you – you mounted me and - “ My words failed me, and I shut my muzzle, then hung my head in guilt and shame. Daring to speak up, I risked his anger upon me.

“No, oh, my dear, sweet, naive young hind!” He told me, doing his best to cuddle me close. “I should have told you, the first time – as a virgin, well - “

I looked back at him, then sniffled, before wiping away my tears that trickled down my muzzle. I couldn't help it, I was afraid, hurting internally and externally – afraid I'd done something unforgivable.

“When a female is first – mated – as you say, yes, I'm sorry my love. It does hurt, but its not for long, and after this – she can mate and it is a beautiful, pleasant thing for both her and the male, do you understand?”

“No,” I answered simply, then took his words as law, filing them away. “it...won't hurt if we mate again? Like how – how we just did?”

“No, my dear, sweet taur – it won't, I'm – I'm sorry for pulling your tail like that, I can't imagine how much that must have hurt. I was – so lost in the pleasure you were bringing me and...it – it won't happen again, I'm sorry.

Shuddering, I smiled weakly at him. “It is your right master – if you desire it, then you may do so, irregardless of my own feelings, as I exist to please you in any way I can. Yes, it hurt me – I can not lie, but isn't a little pain worth it, to pleasure my master and beloved owner?”

He gently pushed forwards, still inside me, and I gasped, feeling the warmth of his gift within my body, the firmness of his male-hood stretching out my folds.

“It – shouldn't happen dear one, I was careless and inconsiderate. I'm – sorry, I swear it. No, you shouldn't be hurt during our lovemaking – if I hurt you again, please, will you tell me?”

“I will – I promise.”

*

We lay together, him between my four legs, his head pressed against my anthropomorphic belly. His arms encircled me, as he muttered and mumbled in his sleep. Dozing lightly, my ears flicked as I listened to him, before gently reaching down and placing my paws on his shoulders, giving him a light comforting squeeze.

He squirmed against me, his groin pushing against my udder and teats, then I giggled nervously. Erotic thoughts wandered through my mind, and I frowned, as a mental picture come to me – of me on my back, my master's length between those slender teats as he mated with me in this odd way, then come the warm splash of his hot, sticky semen and...

With a gasp, my eyes snapped open and I realised this wasn't a dream...I could feel his semen spattered over my doe-like belly. It was sticking the fur down and warming my belly as he grunted and mumbled. I didn't know what to do, should I wake him, should I stay and endure this unpleasant sensation? I felt his penis losing its tumescence, and I moaned quietly, torn between my indecision and fear. What would he do to me, if he woke up and found me in such a mess as this?

He snorted and woke, then yawned and mumbled something I couldn't understand, before he reached for my belly and touched the hot, sticky fluids.

“I...urk - “ He grunted, as his eyes slowly opened and he looked down at his hand, then blinked in confusion, still more asleep than awake. “Penny...”

“Master?” I responded, concern in my voice.

“I...oh gods, did I - “

“Master, please, it wasn't your fault!” I begged, then with difficulty, pushed him away and tried to work out how to get off the bed, without rubbing my belly on the clean coverlet.

“Hey, no, stop that!” He told me, gently touching my shoulder with a hand. “I'll get something to clean it up, gods, I was having such an amazing dream and...I'm sorry, it shouldn't have happened – I have better control than this!”

Laying there, I sighed softly and waited patiently, until he returned with a large wet cloth, then began rubbing and wiping my udder, teats and belly. When he was finished, I lay quivering, the water quickly cooling. He considered this, then expertly rubbed me over with a dry, warm towel.

“Thank you.” I told him, then leaned over and lightly kissed him on the forehead.

“I've – I mean, I'm curious. Penny, could you – if I...” He blushed, that curious thing humans do.

“What is your wish, master?” I asked him, gazing at him with a look of love and trust.

“Is – I know you can't conceive a fawn, your kind are infertile -”

“That is by design master, I believe all Inteli-Pet's were incapable of conceiving young, after an - “

“Shhh, its alright little one. I remember now.” He smiled, gently touching my lips with his fingers.

Taking a chance, I opened my muzzle and slipped two fingers in, then began lightly suckling on them like I imagined a fawn would from its mothers teat.

“Oh, sweetheart – your tongue is so soft and warm...” He murmured, then blushed again. “Please stop though, I'd like to try something with you, if you permit?”

I stopped as ordered, then flicked my ears forwards. “Of course master, your wish is my order.”

He caressed my teats, feeling me quiver in pleasure. I couldn't help it, truly, the sensation was hard wired into my mind. He felt them, caressed them and gently squeezed them with his fingers. Sprawling on his belly, he nuzzled at one, then shyly took it into his mouth and began suckling. I gasped and squirmed, pleasure beyond what I'd imagined filling my sleepy mind.

“Oh...” I gasped, then shut my muzzle with a snap and squirmed again.

He stroked my side, then closed his eyes and kept suckling, before I grunted and felt my hot, sweet milk flood my teats and his eyes snapped open as he pulled his head away, gasping and coughing.

“You...can produce...milk?” He asked, wiping his hand over his mouth. “I thought only a doe, with a fawn could -”

“It was done to me master, I believe, by those who made me. I can produce milk without being with fawn. I assume it may be because my master or mistress – may wish to suckle and nurse from me – or so one of my memories tells me so.”

He blinked, then carefully nuzzled the teat he had been suckling, tasting the sweet milk that dribbled from the teat.

“Incredible - “ He whispered, then lowered his head and resumed suckling.

My body eagerly surrendered my milk to him, his tongue squeezing my teat gently as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful of my hot, fresh milk, directly from my teat. For how long he drank, I do not know. I slipped into a light doze, the pleasure from this undeniable and making me drowsy, before I lay my upper body down, wriggling myself slightly and sleep come to me without warning or expectation.

*

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

DEEP CONDITIONING

M/M/F

Deep Conditioning

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

All Rights Reserved

January, 2015

Stephen walked casually into the gleaming glass foyer of the Inteli-Pet Corporation, the soles of his leather shoes clicking against the gold flecked black marble of the atrium flooring. He stared in wonder at the artwork – much of which he was sure was original prints, and not some cheap reproduction – then his gaze turned towards the large horseshoe shaped reception desk, behind which he could see the indistinct form of the receptionist, as it touched its left hand to one ear and began speaking quietly, presumably, answering a discrete hands free intercom or telephone.

Stephen idly stepped up to the tall information pedestal, and a holographic projection appeared on the pad before him, a svelte young Gazelle, dressed in a long white lab coat, the automated hologram welcomed him to the Inteli-Pet corporation, then respectfully asked if he wished to peruse their extensive catalogue – or if he – Stephen wondered just how a hologram could tell he was male – had something specific in mind.

“Specific request,” Stephen began, then cleared his throat. He despised talking to interactive holograms, then thankfully, he heard the subtle footsteps of the approaching receptionist and he turned away, the hologram giving a respectful bow and vanishing in a sparkle of multi-coloured lighting the pedestal once again going dark.

As he turned, he did a double-take at the receptionist, who stood four feet away, its white paws clasped before a waist-ankle pencil like skirt of a rich, sapphire blue. Stephen's gaze travelled to the feet, noticing they were unclad in shoes and the distinctive three toes of a canine – before his gaze moved back up over the dark coloured blouse – he couldn't help but notice the ample breasts that filled the blouse out attractively – then he stared into the hazel coloured eyes of a Border Collie female, her gaze never wavering. He was stunned by her beautiful coat – it shone in the subtle light and a few fur strands rippled in the sibilant whisper of the air conditioning. She gazed at him with a look of infinite patience, the distinctive white stripe from her forehead to cold, wet nose her most prominent feature.

“Good morning Sir,” She spoke, her voice inflected with a faint French accent. “Welcome to the Inteli-Pet Corporation, may I be of service”

Stephen blushed shamefully, realising he'd been staring at her – just – everything about this beautiful young Collie lady – her voice, her markings and even her svelte, five feet two inches tall height – it sent a chill up his spine and he swallowed – visibly moved by her beauty. Even though she sensed the humans interest in her – more than just interest – if her senses were right – the receptionist remained impeccably calm and patient – prepared to wait as long as necessary for the human before her.

“You – forgive me for being so brash,” Stephen stammered. “May I - “

Delicately, the Collie held out her left paw, and Stephen gently clasped it in his hand, twisting her wrist slightly to gaze at the four fingers and opposable thumb – each tipped with a silky smooth paw pad.

With no self-conscienceless or shame, the Border Collie stood as patient as a granite statue, as Stephen ran his finger lightly through her velvety fur along her neck, then the watch band he wore chirped and he was a moment – before he remembered what that noise meant. He shuddered, then stared slack-jawed like some yokel from the hills, as his mind processed this startling revelation.

“You're a - “ He began, then words failed him.

“Yes sir,” Replied the Collie, inclining her head in a slight bow. “I am a product of the Inteli-Pet corporation, registered and micro chipped, as per Federal Regulation - “

She continued speaking, rattling off the appropriate legislation and numbers, as Stephen unashamedly watched her muzzle moving, the long, broad tongue as it inflected each word in turn, the sparkling white canines.

“Incredible...” Stephen whispered, as he walked around the Collie, who stopped speaking and stood once again like a statue, completely at ease – immune to the feelings like she was a prime piece of meat on display in some butchers shop – she had no inkling of shame or self-consciousness – as any such thoughts had been removed from her thought processes when she had been designed for this one particular purpose, by the technicians of the Inteli-Pet Corporation.

“If I - “ Stephen whispered, as he began gently squeezing her arm, feeling the delicate bones beneath the flesh and blood.

“If you desired sir, an exact replica of me in every detail – could be created with your exact specifications - “ Spoke the Collie delicately, as she remained in her relaxed pose, white gloved paws clasped before her.

“I could - “ Stephen asked, then shook his head and laughed softly. “Forgive me milady, I did not mean to be disrespectful.”

I am the one who wishes to apologise Sir, as an Inteli-Pet Corporation creation – I did not mean to give the impression that I was of the Anthropomorphic people – my creators designed me as an aesthetically pleasing creation, trained to perform my task as a receptionist and to greet customers of the Corporation.” She replied honestly, no the slightest hint of being offended or upset under his touch. “I exist purely to fulfil my task Sir, how may I assist you today?”

*

Stephen was specific in his wishes for the two animals in question, and he answered the questions posed to him by the Border Collie receptionist politely and respectfully – blushing more than once at some of the specifics of his request, but she never so much as twitched a single hair on her head – sure – his specifications were a little on the obscure side, but she did not have the training or even mental capacity, to question a human – or anthropomorphic animal, it was as if she only had 'pre-assigned' responses to stimuli and questions – which in fact – was correct, despite by all definitions, she was fully 'sentient' – some things were intentionally excluded by the Corporation in their products.

*

At last he nodded, as he see a small representation of the two animals in question, their statistics from height, weight, sex and even down to the minute details of training and personality. Patiently the Collie waited, as Stephen fought his own emotions, before he bushed deeply and coughed delicately into a hand.

With impervious hardwired into her, the Collie remained calm and resolute, waiting patiently as Stephen began pacing, biting one knuckle on his hand an wrestling with his doubts and feelings.

“Could you – I mean - “ His head snapped around, as if expecting to see the Federal Police charge into the lobby at a second.

Tilting her head to the side, the Collie frowned slightly, as she swiftly thought through a thousand possible responses to the unfinished question, before she smiled brightly and nodded. “Of course sir, you are aware of the - “

“Yes, yes,” Stephen blushed worse, then hurriedly touched his credit chip against the scanner. It beeped and he put it back into his wallet.

“Thank you sir, and please enjoy your purchase in good health, they shall be delivered to you in a month, as per your order request, thank you for your patronage of the Inteli-Pet Corporation and have a pleasant day, your patronage has been appreciated.” Spoke the Collie, as she smiled innocently, then gave a respectful bow and returned to her desk, her hips swaying slowly from side to side as she walked with a distinctly feminine walk.

Stephen felt the vague stirring of arousal, watching the Collie walk away, and he shuddered, before he smiled to himself and left the premises.

*

Exactly one month to the day, the Inteli-Pet Corporation vehicle rolled to a stop outside Stephen's home, and two gentlemen climbed down from the truck and one knocked politely on the door, whilst the other stood patiently next to the vehicle. Stephen opened the door, and nodded to the delivery driver.

“Please sign here, and here and initial here, Sir,” Spoke the man, gesturing with the electronic pen to the pad he held.

Stephen did as instructed, before he finally signed, he scanned the terms and conditions, before nodding and placing his final signature.

“Thank you sir, where shall we deliver them?” Inquired the man, as he began to turn away.

“Drive through the side gate, its unlocked, please drop them off there – I'll be waiting.”

*

After they delivered the two animals, Stephen stood before them and gazed in amazement.

One was a Whitetail Doe, who stood four feet at the withers, her beautiful brown fur and distinctive black muzzle stripe unmistakably identifying her as such – almost as obvious, was the over-large brown tail that stood like a flagpole from her rump, as she stood patiently, under her new owners gaze.

He looked her over in fascination, she was perfect in every way – more than he had hoped for, then he turned his gaze to the other.

It was a Palomino stallion, standing five feet at the withers, his golden coat reflecting the early morning sun and the luxuriant platinum coloured mane and tail as soft as silk. Inquisitively, the stallion flicked his ears forwards, his hazel eyes gazing at his new owner with a look of intelligence and adoration, but it didn't move a muscle as Stephen ran his fingers down the stallions' spine and rump.

“Beautiful - “ Stephen whispered, as his fingers ran through the stallions long tail, that stopped two inches above the ground. “Both of you are beautiful beyond word, a perfectly designed creature, exact in every way I could have ever imagined.”

Stallion and Doe gazed back, before they did an unexpected thing, they both bowed their heads and stretched their long left legs out before them, laying their neck and heads along the outstretched foreleg in a deep and respectful bow. Stephen had no idea this was even possible – yet they held that unnatural pose until he laughed with pleasure and gestured with his fingers they should rise.

“You're more perfect than I could have dreamed- “Stephen murmured, as he ruffled the Doe's head, feeling the silky smooth fur on her ears, then did the same to he stallion. “Now, I am your new master, my name is Stephen, and from this moment, you belong to me – however - “

Exchanging glances, both the Stallion and Doe then turned their full gaze back on their new owner, giving him their undivided attention.

“I assume, I am correct in that you both are fully aware, and - “ Stephen lowered his voice, stepping between them and turning about, lowing himself to his knees so he could whisper at them. “...have received training, as per my request.”

“Yes master,” They replied, equally quiet, but without a hint of embarrassment or shame at their deep training. “We exist to please you master, in whatever way we may, you have only to ask it of us, and we will obey.”

Stephen couldn't repress the shiver that ran through him as he rose and ran his fingers down their spines, and once again, the Doe and Stallion exchanged a glance, before turning their heads back to face forwards.

“Please, do not call me master - “ Stephen told them, as he again began stroking their furred rumps, feeling the warm flesh and fur. “I own you – by law – but here, in my home, you are my friends, and my companions, I never 'owned' an animal in its life, that implies that I control it in every sense of it and - “

“Master,” Spoke the Doe, as she turned her head to glance over her shoulder. “may I speak?”

“Of course, my dear, sweet Doe. I want you both to speak your minds, whenever we are alone – if another master or mistress - “ Stephen caught himself, then coughed and signed. “Forgive me, if another human or Anthro comes to my home, you will remain quiet unless asked a direct question – and you shall address them as Master, or Mistress – when it is just us, like this, please call me Stephen.”

Thank you mas-” began the Doe, before she gave a respectful nod. “Stephen, we shall do our best to remember your orders, sir.”

“I shall give you both new names, my lovely Doe, you shall be called Rosalie, Rosie for short - “ Stephen began, as he ran his fingers lightly over the Doe's tail.

Appreciatively, she gave a few flags of her tail against his fingers, then nodded.

Turning to the golden furred stallion, Stephen caressed the stallions flanks – usually this would make any equine snort and flatten its ears, but the stallion remained perfectly calm and almost oblivious – the only hint was him switching his ears back to better hear his new owner.

“You I shall call – Palen.” Stephen nodded. “Do you both like your names?”

“We are Palen and Rosalie,” they replied, without any hesitation and gave a nod of their heads.

Stephen nodded and again ran his fingers through the fur on their tails, and both equine and doe obediently lifted them – except in Palen's case, he couldn't lift it fully – instead it draped like a waterfall – only a few inches of the tailbone hidden beneath it allowing him to hold it as high as he could manage. Stephen glanced from the Doe's pale furred rump, noticing in amazement how even here – the technician's at the Inteli-Pet Corporation hadn't skimped in the slightest – noting the fine hairs around her labial folds, then he glanced at Palen's golden rump, the tightly puckered anus and creamy thighs.

“Incredible - “ Stephen shuddered, before he patted their rumps and they obediently dropped their tails.

“Fully...trained and - “ Stephen whispered, as he ran his fingers the wrong way up their spines, then shuddered.

“Yes sir,” They replied, once again respectful and polite, without any hint of shame at the thoughts that had been imprinted on them as part of their training. “Sir, some things – we can not do, as we do not have paws - “

“I know my loves, oh I know, it is of no consequence, I'm sure you both know many – things – and are completely adequate in other ways and will, with your amazing powers of thought and rational thinking – might even come up with other methods – your trainers never considered.”

“We exist to obey, Stephen.” Both Doe and Stallion replied in a quiet voice. “Your wish, if we can, we shall obey to the best of our abilities.”

“I know you will, my beautiful, gentle spirited friends – I know you will, now, come with me – I will show you where you will live – inside with me, but you will be fitted with special small electronic tagging, so you may come and go into the back field whenever you wish – the gates and doors will open as you approach, and close when you walk through. Now, please follow me...”

*

Obediently, both Doe and Stallion followed their new owner into his house, their cloven and solid hooves clicking quietly on the concrete patio, before the door hissed open and he entered, them following him, expressing no curiosity at this strange, alien place, their attention fixed on their owners back and mindful they didn't accidentally bump into the furniture.

Stephen led them to the lounge, where he pushed aside the coffee table, giving them more room to stand more comfortably, and they waited patiently for him to tell them what to do.

“Both trained and - “ be began, then his voice fell away, as a blush crept up from his neck, staining his pale skin a light pink.

“Yes master, - “ They began, then swallowed almost in time and exchanged quick glances, before replying “Yes Stephen, we have received training in sexual pleasuring of our owner, by your commands to our creators. We are versed in many methods of lovemaking and pleasure – both for men and women – we will do whatever is requested of us – if we can, some things in our training we can not do, due to physiological impossibilities or other incompatibilities, for which we are apologetic.”

Stephen nodded, then wrung his hands, and paced in both fear and nervous tension, before he turned back around and glanced at Palen.

“Please present yourself, Palen - “ Stephen spoke, then laughed nervously.

Obediently, the Stallion gave a single respectful nod, then a shiver rippled through him and he relaxed tightly controlled muscles and his full penis length slid from the velvety sheath and hung limply beneath his belly. Stephen knelt, then timidly reached out, pausing just before he touched the dark coloured length, fully expecting the Stallion to try and bite – or worse – kick, but Palen didn't even twitch a muscle.

“May I – I mean, can - “ Stephen stammered in shame and embarrassment.

“If you wish, Stephen, I am your pet, you give me a command, I obey – if you wish to examine it, I can not refuse an order from my owner.” Palen responded, without the slightest trace of fear or hesitation, to him, it was as casual as discussing the weather.

Stephen giggled shyly, before he tenderly wrapped his fingers around the stallion's limp penis, holding it delicately and feeling the gentle ridges and especially – the medial ring about 2/3 the way down Palen's penis. Palen stepped cautiously from one hoof to the other, distributing his weight more evenly, completely at ease with his new owner sliding his fingers over Palen's length.

“This...this is incredible - “ Stephen began, then smiled as he seen the pale white patch just below Palen's penis head. “What's this?”

Twisting his head around and down, Palen glanced sideways as Stephen held Palen's penis out, pointing at the pale mark.

“Most stallion's have unusual markings and patches on their penis, sir - “ Replied Palen. “I am no different, think of it as like - “

Palen paused and he flicked his ears, as he tried to come up with the right name.

“A birthmark – of sorts?” Stephen enquired, as he again trailed his fingers along Palen's length, then noticed with satisfaction, the stallion tremble ever so lightly.

Yes...master - “ Palen snorted, then switched his tail and trembled again.

“That feels nice, does it?” Stephen asked, before releasing Palen's penis – noticing It had grown slightly in girth, and the Stallion flattened his ears. “Forgive me sir, I – I d did not mean - “

Stephen walked around to Palen's front, then knelt and placed his hands either side of Palen's golden furred muzzle, adorably noting the pale diamond blaze he'd missed before, that ran from Palen's forehead down to his nose.

“Palen? Its alright, no need to be afraid, my dear, sweet pet – it's natural, to feel – pleasure – I have no idea just how sensitive your penis is – I was trying to be gentle with you, and there is no need to be scared my love – just – be natural and relax, of course – around others, unless I say otherwise, do your best not to display yourself – as I know how you Stallion's are – anywhere – any-time...you just let it flop.” Stephen smiled, then kissed Palen lightly on his velvety nose.

“Yes sir,” Palen nodded his head obediently.

“Now - “ Stephen said, as he rose and approached Rosie, who stood patiently, her ears half-back as she dreamed whatever thoughts her daydreams brought to her, then her attention fixated on her new master. “Lift your tail little one, I want - “

Instantly, Rosie snapped her tail upright like a flag, then crouched just with her lower back, her long slender legs bending – making it easier for Stephen to take a long, good look at the pale fur and the unusually larger than cervine normal labial folds and tightly puckered anus. He ran his fingers lightly from the base of her labia to the top, feeling the gossamer like guard hairs and watching in satisfaction as Rosie slapped her ears back and crouched slightly lower – instincts her kind had imprinted on them for thousands of generations. Even though she was nowhere near her first season – Rosie felt the pleasurable touch, and her training added the missing feelings – as she wilfully presented for her human lover.

Playfully, she gazed back over her shoulder, a unmistakable smile touching her lips as she gave two quick flicks of her tail, the brilliant white 'flag' like effect unmistakable and Stephen smile, before running his whole hand up the tail, feeling the soft, luxuriant fur.

“Now, you can - “ Stephen murmured, as he fought the urges that began surging through his bloodstream.

“Yes sir,” Rosie smiled wider. “As a Doe, I can pleasure my master – or mistress – in ways, a male of my kind – or another – may not. I know many pleasurable positions, from a natural stance – such as this – I can – comfortably – if you desired, lay on my back, or almost anything you wish mas...Stephen...”

Stephen turned away, his back to both animals as he adjusted himself and coughed,but his stance and the strong scent come to the animals, who exchanged glances and both smiled slightly, before adopting a neutral look to their expressions and turning their heads back to the human, trying to block his scent from their senses, which in turn only began to trigger their training.

“Master - “ Palen began, as he turned around, his thick hooves muffled by the carpet.

Stephen turned slightly, his unmistakable blush growing worse, turned away again and Palen frowned, torn between his training and his concern about upsetting his new master,but the training won out and he stretched out his neck and tenderly brushed his nose gently against Stephen's rump, nudging him. With a moan, Stephen stood and turned back around, the large, thick bulge in his pants unmistakable, and Palen found his nose almost flatted as Stephen gasped, then blushed and took a step back, before gently ruffling the stallion's ears.

“We can smell your - “ Palen began, then glanced down shyly, then back up. “Its part of our training, sir, to be able to sense if our master – or mistress – is in a state of -”

Stephen gently placed his hand on Palen's nose, and the young Stallion obediently fell silent, before Stephen sighed and laughed weakly, gesturing at the bulge, which both animals obediently looked at, then up at him.

“I...I can not hide much from you both, can I?” Stephen laughed weakly, then sighed and unclasped his belt, tugging it through the loops and throwing it casually onto the nearest couch, before unbuttoning his trousers and pushing them down – and Palen and Rosie's eyes widened, as the looked upon Stephen's brief-clad length, that strained at the tightly fitting briefs.

Stephen blushed worse, shedding his shirt and throwing it to one side, then slipped his long fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pushed them down – then stepped out of it. Naked as the day he'd been born, his seven and a half inch length standing proud like a flag before the two animals who gazed at it, then up at him,

He felt so ashamed, then realised this was a silly emotion, as these two animals wouldn't ever judge him, laugh at him, or ridicule him – they were trained and conditioned for perfect obedience and loyalty...and, if they spoke the truth, which he was sure they did – they would pleasure him in more ways – than just with their beautiful, sweet and gentle personalities.

“I'm sorry - “ Stephen began, as he rose and ruffled their ears, Rosie stepping over to stand beside Palen. “This probably shocks both of you, to see your new owner so – exposed -”

“Not at all, sir,” Palen began, then Rosie nodded and finished the reply. “We are yours sir, to do with, as you wish, or command us to do to you, we have – no...”

Her eyes narrowed, as she thought what word was appropriate, before she spoke again.

“We do not – we can not - “ Rosie's voice faltered, as she tilted her head and flattened her ears. “Master, forgive me – I do not know the words to describe the – feeling – I am meant to have, a flaw in my conditioning.”

Stephen sat on the couch, still quite ashamed he'd been brought to arousal so easily, just by giving his new companions a – slightly more than friendly – petting.

“Rosie? Honey?” Stephen began, then gestured them both closer, so he could stroke their ears. “Its not a flaw in either of you, you – your conditioning you receive, intentionally removed certain – feelings from you both, why, I wish I knew, but there must be a reason for this, I love you both just for who you are – and what you both are – regardless of your...”

Stephen swallowed, then blushed worse, and Rosie and Palen once more quickly glanced at each other, then back.

“We understand, master - “ Palen nodded. “We do not know why – but we accept your explanation, we can not – intentionally – cause a master or a mistress pain, such a thing – we just could not...” Pausing, the stallion thought a bit. “We can not consciously do such, we would not know how – and furthermore, if accidentally induced in our owners – the...”

Palen trailed off, as he shook his head and stamped a hoof, frustrated at his lack of vocabulary to give words to the feelings he was feeling. Rosie nuzzled the stallion gently in compassion, before she tried to answer for him.

“Our conditioning, sir, if we unintentionally cause pain to our owner – through our eagerness to please – it triggers off a very...very painful response, some sort of 'fail safe' – is that the word?”

Stephen blinked, then gently lifted both their heads with his palms, gazing into their eyes in turn. His blue ones gazed at the hazel ones of the stallion, then the brown ones of the doe. His gaze seemed to look into the very souls of both animals, before he shuddered and nodded.

“I think I understand – some sort of 'deep conditioning' – like a hypnotic suggestion, has been so deeply ingrained, if – by accident – you, for example, if Palen got a little – eager...” Stephen smiled nervously, then stroked their foreheads again, before he sighed.

“We would never - “ Palen began flattening his ears back against his neck.

“Honey, please, come on – don't be upset, I promise – when we...you know - “ Stephen blushed again and stammered, before he got a firmer hold on his feelings. “Your training aside, I'll make sure – I do my best, never to trigger that command in your minds, I promise both of you, of course, Rosie – I doubt it'd ever be triggered on you, as you're more for when - “

“I understand, sir.” Rosie nodded once, then smiled and flagged her tail slowly from side to side. “You wish to use me, as a Stag would use a Doe, if you're ever - “

Stephen stared at her, then he laughed shyly and lifted her head up and kissed her forehead.

“You two are too – honest at times, now, both of you, promise me – you'll never – ever – be so – honest with another...” Stephen sighed, hating the words that were to come. “You'll never be so forthcoming with your – feelings – when a strange master or mistress comes, you may not know – but a – a relationship...”

Both animals glanced at each other, then they frowned, not understanding the concept of relationships, like the humans and anthropomorphic animals did.

“I meant - “ Stephen sighed, as he seen their frowns. “You will never – ever – even under the worst compulsions, ever say anything about your – special training, you must both promise me this! You would be taken from me, and - “

Both were a moment assimilating this, and scenting their owners growing fear, before they nodded.

“We promise, master – never to speak of this, to another, even if you order us – is this what you want of us?”

Stephen sighed, hating having to come down so hard on them – they were – after all, only animals, sure – genetically altered from their base DNA stock – imprinted with feelings their feral cousins would never comprehend, and then the 'deep training' over the top of this – but this was important, and he had to be sure they both understood – their lives depended on it, and his as well.

As if reading his mind, they glanced at each other, some unseen communication seemed to occur, and both once against elegantly made the bowing gesture, their eyes closed as the flattened their ears and in perfect unison, then replied as if one mind.

“We solemnly pledge, from this day, until our last, we shall seek to obey and honour our master and owner – in anything he commands of us, and will never speak of our training – to another – even if master directly commands us, for to do such would cause him harm – and to bring harm to us, we do promise and swear upon our lives.”

Stephen was speechless, he never imagined anything of the sort from these two beautiful creatures – realisation slowly spreading over him, this was yet another 'layer' of conditioning that was overlaid on their minds.

“Oh, before I forget - “ Stephen murmured, as he rose, his wilted erection hanging and him seemingly oblivious, but both animals gazed at it and glanced at each other again whilst he wasn't looking.

Stephen rummaged through the sideboard cupboard, finally coming up with two collar-like objects. He returned and placed one around Rosie's neck, so it was 'firm' but not tight, the other he pondered, then cut the strapping way back and affixed around Palen's left ankle, ensuring both wouldn't slip off.

“These are your identity tags – they're programmed for my house, and certain doors and gates outside, you may go out and in as you wish, but some gates will remain locked to you, to keep you safe – now – I will wish you both goodnight, my beloved friends, and I will show you both to your rooms, where you will sleep, if you like – or you can do as you please...” Stephen told them, as he nodded, and double-checked their collars, before he led them down the hall and turned off the light behind them – both animals obediently keeping a six foot separation between themselves, and their owner...

*

Stephen moaned and trembled, sweat slicking his naked body, as he mumbled incoherently, he was having the most amazing dream, so realistic and lifelike, it'd all the qualities of a movie – replete with sensations sounds...and...his throat locked tight and he gasped, before his eyes snapped open and his back arched upwards as a powerful orgasm struck him like a bolt of lightning.

He heard a startled grunt, and something snapped its head up and away, the unmistakable sensation of the hot, sticky tongue and strong muscular contractions vanishing as fast as the effects of his orgasm – and the last dribbles slid down his semi-erect penis and soaked into the sheets as he pressed his sweaty hands into the mattress and lifted his head, gazing into the frightened eyes of Rosie, who lay with her long legs tucked under her, and she gagged involuntarily, before desperately swallowing, tumbling from his bed with a loud thump, before she squealed in cervine pain and fright.

Thoughts washed over Stephen, before his compassion won out and he twisted himself around on the bed, and grasped Rosie by her upper legs and pulled her back onto the bed, then gripped her firmly by the chin, forcing her to stare into his bewildered eyes.

“What in the - “ He began, trembling with fear, anger and outright pleasure – the three emotions fighting for control.

“You called me in to your room, master - “ Rosie whimpered, flattening her ears and eyes widening, tears glistening in the corners. “You were mumbling and said too - “

Stephen blinked, then he moaned and cradled the sniffling young Doe's head close.

“Oh, you silly, silly Doe - “ he told her, as he comforted her and felt her hot, salty tears slide down his belly. “I was dreaming of you – I must talk in my sleep and - “

“You're angry with me, I'm so sorry!” Rosie squealed, squeezing her eyes tightly closed. “I never - “

“No...no,” Stephen told her, as he stroked her furred cheeks with his fingers. “I'm not mad with you...I mean, I'm not angry with you – you – you frightened me, I was asleep and dreaming...I thought...it was just a wonderful, beautiful dream - “

You're – you're not - “ Rosie whimpered, unfolding her ears and timidly pricking them forwards. “I mean – you asked me too - “

“Foolish, innocent young Doe,” Stephen sighed, then began comfortingly stroking her neck and left shoulder. “As I said, I was dreaming – I must have called to you in my sleep, you mistook that as a – a - “

“A command - “ Rosie whispered, her voice barely audible. “Its our conditioning master – it – it compels us, to obey...I – I come in and saw you in – in a sexual arousal state and - “

Stephen shuddered, the vestiges of the dream lingering – the supple, long tongue as it flickered over his length, the incredible strength of the throat muscles, each time Rosie swallowed and...

“How does a Doe – I mean - “ Stephen began, then shuddered. “I've had my share of sexual pleasures – by both a human and a – a anthropomorph...I've never - “

Rosie sniffled, nuzzling against Stephen's belly before she quietened and lay her head on his lap, black nose wrinkling slightly at the scent of his semen that had dribbled onto the sheets. It was a bitter scent to her sensitive nostrils, but her conditioning wouldn't allow her to show her unhappiness at it, so she kept quiet, before realising he'd asked her a direct question.

“Our – training master, the...” Rosie shivered, the visible effect rippling the fur along her spine. “Conditioning – I don't know how, but it – it just seemed – natural to me, something comes over me, and I get these....”

Stephen frowned, a little unsettled by Rosie's words, then felt her tremble worse, as she struggled once again to voice the words to the feelings that were overcoming her.

“Try my love, please – try to – in your own way – explain, so I understand. Yes, I know they – gave you the deep conditioning – as they did Palen...I don't know exactly what it is, you 'feel' – is it, like your own feelings, or is it more – like something 'forcing' you to obey? Some irresistible compulsion? I...I won't lie to you, my lovely, beautiful friend – I don't understand what they – they do to one like you.”

Rosie sniffled and quivered helplessly, fighting her own mind to try and find the words to express what she felt.

“We – we receive, some sort of pleasurable response and feeling – to pleasing our mas – our owner,” Rosie corrected herself, remembering how Stephen hated being called master. “I – I know – somehow – I shouldn’t – do what I did with my muzzle and tongue and - “

“My love, please,” Stephen gently caressed along her back. “Please don't think like that – yes, I ordered you be – trained – in sexual pleasures and such, I promise, I'll never, ever, force you to do anything you're not comfortable with. If – and this is of your choice – you ever feel...frightened, or uneasy, with anything I ask, please, tell me – and I will stop, I'd never want to upset you, or that beautiful stallion...its not in my nature to be cruel to my – friends...which is what you both are.”

Rosie sniffled, lifting her head up off Stephen's lap, before she frowned slightly, then shook her head.

“Mas – Stephen - “ again, Rosie corrected herself, trying desperately to remember and overcome the deeply ingrained conditioning that demanded she call her owner such. “I...our – training...”

“I want to help you break your subservient training little Doe, I want you to feel what you feel, not be beholden to emotions and forced – but the conditioning, to obey, if you are unhappy with what I ask, I just, want – above all else – for you to offer yourself, freely and without these – desires of another – compelling you to obey. That is not the thoughts of a free willed creature – yes – I own you, in the strict – legal sense, but here – in my home, I want you to share yourself with me – to do such...not out of 'training' or anything – but because – you wish too...now, come on, please, stop crying – I know you're fighting what they done to you, and you're afraid – but I promise – you have nothing to fear and I...”

Rosie blinked, then sniffled, before she glanced down and Stephen moaned, feeling the thudding heart of the Doe throbbing against his semi-erect penis.

“Master – you want - “ Rosie began, then Stephen shuddered, and slipped his hands under her front legs and pulled her up, so she was lying next to him, then he turned his head to look into her dark, soulful eyes.

“I...always wanted – to make love to a Doe - “ Stephen admitted, then a blush crept up his cheeks. “You have already – pleasured me beyond what I could think possible, no – let this be your first lesson love – let me pleasure you...in – in this case – you will be the master, and I your pet, do you understand?”

Rosie frowned, trying to comprehend something that was completely alien to her nature and conditioning, and she shook her head weakly from side to side.

“I...I don't understand - “ She began, but Stephen nodded and began to rise. Rosie instinctively folded her legs under herself, unsure if she could climb off his bed, but Stephen placed a hand on her back then pushed her back down onto he mattress.

“Stay...please, now – can you...if it doesn't...” Stephen began, as he stood and stretched, before gazing at Rosie. “Can you – lie on your back, or would your side be easier for you? I – I know a little about your physiology and – and I'm just worried, I might place too much pressure on your lungs – if you're on your back.”

“My creators - “ Rosie instantly replied. “They thought of that – and they made – some changes...I – I don't know exactly how too - “

“Shhh, don't worry, just...now – are you sure, you can lie on your back...and not be distressed?” Stephen asked, as he helped Rosie roll over, placing a few pillows either side of her upper back, and one under her neck, so she wasn't placing undue pressure and stress on her throat and could breathe.

“Mas - “ Rosie stammered, feeling her legs folded, so they hung loosely, the hooves splayed out as Stephen carefully adjusted her position on the bed with gentle movements and a few awkward wriggles from the Doe.

“Shhh, remember? In this – moment – you're the owner, I'm the – pet – trust me, you'll...”

Rosie frowned even deeper, some inherent fear of being on her back and so vulnerable, tried to force her to roll over, but she shivered and pushed the ancestral feelings aside, then her muzzle fell open as she felt the first soft kisses against her warm teats and udder.

“MASTER!” Rosie squealed, her tail frizzling against the mattress, a deep shiver making her quiver.

Stephen sighed then lightly slapped her belly, before he glanced up at her, and she obediently tried to quieten her vocal responses.

Stephen licked, kissed and lipped delicately at the tender teats, alternating his attention and whilst gently suckling on one – his fingers caressed and massaged the two above it, as Rosie's tail flagged faster and faster, her trembles and low, gasping moans making him pause, thinking he was causing her distress, but she moaned an affirmative, and Stephen smiled and began nursing from her like a hungry fawn would from his mother.

“You...you won't get any milk from those - “ Rosie gasped, never imagining such a simple thing – could bring her pleasure beyond anything she knew.

Stephen playfully nuzzled, licked and suckled for thirty minutes, before he lifted his head and sighed softly – and Rosie weakly lifted her head to gaze at him – noticing his erection was in full arousal, pressed against his strong, muscled belly.

“I...I would like - “ Stephen began, then blushed worse and slid two fingers down Rosie's groin and tenderly caressed the long, pale folds.

“I've – I mean – they...you didn't specify you wanted a maiden Doe - “ Rosie trembled.

“No, I didn't - “ Stephen smiled, tenderly caressing Rosie’s' folds with one hand, the other lovingly caressing her tender belly. “Our – our first...lovemaking – would have hurt you terribly and I'd never want that – now, then, or ever – so I - “

Rosie let her head slump back onto the pillows, her neck aching from the unnatural way she was forced to hold it, but the flagging of her tail intensified as she shivered again and gave a slight nod. Stephen was unsure whether he could, without hurting her, mount Rosie – as he was slightly above normal length and girth – so he moved beside the bed,

Rosie turning her head to watch, then he retrieved a bottle of lube from the cupboard and walked back behind her. Rosie frowned, then her nostrils flared as she smelt the faint scent – it wasn't unpleasant – but it wasn't something she understood what it was, but she had faith in her human owner, and trusted him, so she relaxed and slowly let her tail back down – giving him unrestricted access to either her labial folds – or if – he desired – her tightly clenched anus.

Rosie's training had been quite thorough – she'd have easily submitted to being bred like a Doe – or as some Masters and some Mistresses' desired – being taken the other way, Rosie's sole existential thought – was whatever pleased her owner – made her happy in turn, and Rosie was content to be bred either way, although, she did have a preference for being bred properly.

“Alright - “ Stephen panted, barely containing his desire at fulfilling his lifelong wish.”

He began lathering his length in the slippery lube, ensuring an even coating – whilst Rosie glanced between her legs and frowned, not understanding this strange ritual. Her master was aroused – there was no doubt – just the scent of his musky sweat told her that – she didn't need to see how he trembled and his penis throbbed with urgent desire to be enfolded in what it had no idea – then Stephen gently used a finger to lightly caress and stroke at Rosie's folds, watching as they quivered and she uttered a low, gasping moan.

“You seem to like that - “ Stephen whispered, as he paused, then stepped back and retrieved another pillow, folding it in half and grasping Rosie's back legs, carefully lifting her hips up and sliding the pillow beneath – realising how awkward it would be to mount her, when she was unnaturally lower than expected.

Yes...mas...” Rosie stammered, her long tail flagging faster and faster, then she gasped as Stephen timidly slid two lube covered fingers into her folds and spread them apart.

“Oh Gods - “ Stephen gasped, never realising how hot a Doe's body ran.

“Master?” Rosie enquired, her voice showing distress, thinking he was in pain.

“I...” Stephen moaned, as he quivered and began twisting his fingers delicately, seeking out the sensitive clitoris he knew all females had. “I had no idea – Doe's were – so warm...inside...”

Rosie blinked, then a shiver ran through her, before she arched her lower back – trying to instinctively crouch – as Stephen grunted and began tickling the sensitive nub of flesh.

“I...I...” Rosie moaned, her conditioning never once, preparing her for this sensation.

“Shush little Doe - “ Stephen whispered, as he swirled his fingers and used the tip of his middle finger to tickle and massage Rosie's clitoris.

For ten minutes, Stephen tickled, massaged and rubbed at it, as Rosie gasped and trembled helplessly – overcome with the strange pleasure this brought – then finally – she began to tremble and a loud, piercing squeal was torn from deep in her chest and she trembled – the labial muscles squeezing down on Stephen's fingers in a amazingly tight contraction.

“What the - “ Stephen began, then felt the wetness spreading over his fingers, and Rosie shuddered helplessly. “Did I just - “

Rosie couldn't have nodded if she'd tried – her first orgasm since being created – it electrified her nerves and sent her mind reeling – she couldn't think clearly – or at all – so powerful was the primal instincts ingrained into her very genes from millennia of those who had gone before her.

Stephen felt the powerful muscular contractions – reminded of once – when he'd made love to a Mare – how when at last – he'd finally found the way to pleasure her – she'd squeezed so tightly along his penis, he swore, she was trying to tear it off – then the unmistakable sensation of her powerful vaginal contractions,

Sure – this wasn't a mare – but the sensation was similar...and he slid his fingers out and shivered – before carefully guiding himself against Rosie's flagging tail – teasingly rubbing his swollen penis head against her tight sphincter – feeling her unconsciously tremble – before he rubbed it against her slippery, well prepared folds and Rosie visibly relaxed her tense muscles.

“I've never - “ He began, then swallowed and using his thumb and fingers, held them just below the slight ridge of his penis and pushed it against Rosie's folds. With a slight effort, he initially mounted and his mind turned to jelly – as almost did his knees – when his sensitive penis felt the powerful contraction of the Doe's instinctive reaction to being mounted. Stephen panted, grasping Rosie around her slender ankles and draping her legs over his shoulders, before lifting her a little higher and placing his hands under her rump – as he bit his lower lip and pushed a little deeper.

Rosie's body resisted at first – after all – this was her first breeding – and a human was not compatible in size, width or even general shape – to a Stag – but she bit down on her tongue to quieten her cries – not that she was in any real pain, just a moment of fear as being taken the first time and she involuntarily tensed – but Stephen pulled back and gave her a moment to catch her breath, before he carefully eased himself back in – this time adjusting his own angle – and finding it slightly easier.

“Rosie...oh gods, my...” Stephen moaned, then he violently trembled and gripped her lower thighs tight, before Rosie's eyes snapped open and she whimpered in fright – instinctively knowing what was about to happen – but not having experienced it, the thoughts and feelings were alien to her...

“No!” Stephen cried in anguish, unable to stop himself, so aroused by the feel of mounting Rosie, and her incredible body...before he could help himself, as barely a third of his length was inside her tight, slippery vaginal canal – and he gripped her furred thighs tighter and tighter – before he convulsed helplessly, his penis throbbing in time to the ache in his scrotum as his semen spurted deeply into Rosie's young body – pulse after pulse, until Stephen thought he'd been drained drier than a drought struck dam – his scrotum aching with sweet release as he felt Rosie flinching beneath him – and her low, whimpering cries.

When at last he could regain his senses, Stephen tried to comfort her, stroking her thighs and belly – his erection still hard as stone inside her – but his immediate concerns were for this beautiful young Whitetail Doe, and he gazed down at her, before consciously dismounting and watching, as Rosie sniffled and trembled.

Rosie was ashamed she had wept before her master – the compulsion within her almost triggered – but she rolled weakly onto her side, then felt him lay with his penis pressed against her warm, still wet teats then he cuddled her as best this awkward position could, stroking her damp cheeks and gazing into her eyes.

“Master – I...” Rosie sniffled, blinking away the tears. “I didn't mean too – to cry – it – it hurt and - “

“I know...I'm...sorry, it – it should get easier for us, now – now, my sweet, gentle Hind, I'd...I'd never...made love to one of your kind – so...”

Rosie managed a weak smile, before she leaned her head closer and gave a long, slurping lick over Stephen's sweat soaked face, her ears flicking backwards as she nodded.

“I...words just - “ Stephen whispered, as he stroked the back of her head, feeling her still trembling.

“I know – master - “ Rosie sniffled, as she licked him again, before tucking her head down under his chin and closing her eyes, her breathing coming in quick, sharp pants that tickled the fine hairs on Stephen's chest.

Stephen had no words – what could he say? He'd tried to control their lovemaking – it had been their first – it should have been special for them both, yet he felt – somehow – he had disappointed Rosie, made her frightened and -

Rosie's nose twitched, and her eyelids fluttered back open, before she pulled her head off his chest and looked into his eyes, with an unusual animal-like gaze, as if, somehow – she could read his mind like a book.

Master - “ Rosie whispered, as she licked his forehead with her supple tongue. “Please do not feel these – things – it – it was...”

“Unforgettable - “ Stephen offered weakly.

Rosie gave him another gentle lick, and Stephen shivered, feeling how incredibly soft Rosie's tongue was – and how long – before he gently guided her head back onto his chest and wrapped his arm around her, lightly stroking her back.

“It will get easier little one - “ Stephen whispered, caressing Rosie who twitched slightly. “we will learn together – you and I...”

*

Rosie approached the back door, which hissed open and she shivered – certain she'd never get used to it, before her cloven hooves clicked delicately on the thick concrete slab of the patio and she finally stepped out onto the cold, dewy grass. Raising her head, her ears flicked too and fro, as she listened to the dawn chorus of birds and insects, her nose twitching as she paused, then nodded and moved out into the large backyard, sniffing at the grass before gently cropping at it and chewing thoughtfully.

“I can smell the scent - “ come a voice behind her, and Rosie snapped her head around, to see Palen standing on the patio, watching her.

It wasn't possible for a stallion to smile, due to the muzzle structure of the Stallion, but a distinctive curling of the lips was noticeable.

Palen stepped off the patio and found his own cropping of the sweet, dew stained grass.

“You...” Rosie began, then flattened her ears.

“I heard...you were – quite vocal last night - “ Palen whickered in laughter, then gave a gentle nudge in a playful manner.

Rosie flattened her ears and hung her head in shame and guilt, then Palen nuzzled her again.

“You forget my dear – what we were designed for -” Palen reminded her. “We were designed to please our master or mistress – besides...what was he like...”

Rosie flattened her ears more, the sensitive ears reddening as she flicked her wedge-like tail.

Palen snorted softy, then nodded smelling the mixture of fear and pleasure from the experience – brief as it was – she shared with Stephen the night before.

“He - “ Rosie swallowed, then shuddered and ripped up a tuft of grass and chewed it.

Palen frowned, then flicked his ears and nuzzled Rosie's flank gently, before he seen she wasn't going to be forthcoming with any further information and he turned his attention back to cropping the sweet grass, his mind pondering.

*

Stephen left his bedroom, naked and trembling, still overcome by the feelings and emotions he had experienced in his lovemaking with Rosie the night before. Mostly – the feelings were that of guilt and shame – he knew how to control himself – to pace of the lovemaking to ensure his partner reached orgasm before him – and as he began making his morning coffee, he was oblivious to the soft click of hooves – then he jumped and cried out as he felt a broad nose touch his bare buttock.

“Palen!” He snapped, then swallowed, seeing the stallion's eyes widen and ears slash backwards. “You...you scared ten years out of me - “

“Sorry...master - “ Palen replied, hanging his head in a distinctive submissive manner. “I never meant to startle you.”

Stephen turned about, resting his buttocks against the edge of the bench, then reached down and gently ruffled Palen's ears. Palen blinked, sensing his owner forgave him and he carefully lifted his head – his breath that come wafting through his nostrils flickering across Stephen's penis – making him gasp. Palen resisted the urge to nicker in laughter – having done it intentionally – yet his gaze lingered over-long on what hung between Stephen's legs.

“That's not a carrot - “ Stephen admonished him playfully, then placed a hand under Palen's chin, forcing the stallion to lift his head and look up.

“I know - “ Palen whispered, flicking his ears back forwards attentively.

“I swear, for a fairly large pony – you're very quiet on your hooves – have you seen Rosie this morning?”

“Yes, Mas - “ Palen trembled, remembering Stephen hated to be called master. “Yes sir, she's outside feeding on the grass.”

“Grass? No, this won't do – you two will be fed the finest grains, oats and other food as I can think up – I want my two companions - “ Stephen pondered, as he began making a mental list of foodstuffs to order in for them.

“Is that all I am - “ Palen whiffed under his voice, dipping his head slightly.

Stephen didn't hear Palen's heartbroken mumble, as he turned back around and made himself a cup of coffee, Palen obediently following six feet behind and standing patiently as Stephen sat at the table and sipped his coffee. Rosie entered the living room, her ears pricking forwards as she paused momentarily, flicking her glance from Palen to Stephen, then back again, before she sensed the unusual scent from Palen and walked over to him, giving him a gentle nuzzle. Palen returned the nuzzle with his broad, finely furred nose – their equivalent of a hug, before Rosie found a place to lie down, folding her long legs beneath her and resting her head on the carpet.

Oblivious to the stallion's discomfort, Stephen finished his coffee, before he stood and walked into the kitchen, returning with two long carrots. Rosie and Palen exchanged glances, neither knowing what this strange, orange coloured object was – and Stephen smiled, then held one in each hand, out towards them.

“Come on, its alright – its a carrot, its supposedly good for you, got to be much nicer than that grass you both were eating.” Stephen waggled the carrots again, and Palen stretched his neck out, large nostrils flaring as he sniffed it – then timidly opened his muzzle and revealed his short, blunt teeth. With delicacy Stephen had never imagined a pony capable of, Palen nipped the end off the carrot and slowly began chewing – a few dribbles of carrot dropping to the floor as he chewed it – Stephen watching the broad, rough tongue soon stained with the juice from the carrot.

“It - “ Palen swallowed, then timidly took another bite. “I've never - “

“I'm not surprised - “ Stephen said, as he placed Rosie's carrot on the table, seeing the Doe seemed disinterested. “You're both only a month old – if that...and I'll never get used too -”

As Stephen trailed off, Rosie sneezed delicately, before she shook her head and placed it back on the thick shag pile carpet. Palen flicked an ear back, then realising Rosie was just out of sorts, he turned his attention back on Stephen, who once again held the half-eaten carrot out for him.

Palen bit another third off the carrot, chewing it with more enthusiasm as he found the taste of it to be quite pleasant, his platinum coloured tail swishing slowly back and forth as his eyes wandered back to Stephen's penis, that dangled like a teasing treat. For several moments, Stephen was oblivious, before he happened to glance down, seeing Palen's gaze and he shuddered, before lifting Palen's head up and looking into his eyes.

“No...” Stephen whispered, gently, but firmly. “I love both of you – truly I do – but I – I would never ask you to do that, my beautiful young stallion – I don't even know if you could...pleasure me in that way...can a horse do that? I mean – I know you've been trained and such – but...”

Stephen put the mostly eaten carrot on the table, then tapped Palen's nose, Palen frowned, then as Stephen placed his fingers on Palen's lips, the equine nodded and obediently opened his mouth, revealing his rows of blunt, grinding teeth, strong, rough tongue and the distinctive gap at the back of his jaws.

“That'll do, thank you Palen,” Stephen told him, giving him a gentle rub between the eyes.

Palen obediently closed his muzzle, chewing the last vestiges of the carrot that Stephen offered, then nuzzling at his owners hands with a look of love and absolute trust.

“Friendly, aren't you?” Stephen smiled, playfully ruffling Palen's golden ears, feeling the slickness of the golden fur. “Gods – you're both so beautiful...everything I could have ever imagined...”

“We were - “ Palen answered without hesitation. “Made to your exact request, sir.”

“I know, and Palen? Please – please don't call me sir – remember, here, you're allowed to drop the formality. Please – call me Stephen, its my name...now – how shall I reward such a beautiful, gentle stallion...” Stephen murmured, as he leaned over and kissed Palen gently between the eyes on the centre of his white diamond blaze.

Palen's ears pricked forwards, then he frowned slightly, unsure what his master wished of him – and presently – Stephen's pheromones gave no hint, so Palen was left to guess.

“You...want too - “ Palen stammered, as he frowned deeply, a distinct ridge forming across his forehead.

“I bought you for many reasons, my dear, sweet Stallion – one, you're beautiful – I've always loved Palomino's, your coat is so soft and - “ Stephen trailed off, as he began stroking Palen's neck

Palen shivered, willingly submitting to his owners loving petting and stroking, his muscles rippling beneath his coat.

“You did specify - “ Palen began, then blinked as Stephen placed a hand against Palen's muzzle.

“Shhh, please, don't ruin this for me - “ Stephen smiled, and caressed lovingly across Palen's nose, feeling the velvety hairs and a tremble rippled through him.

Obediently, Palen went silent, standing with patience, as Stephen rose, his penis brushing the tip of Palen's nose, and the Stallion breathed deeply through his nostrils, inhaling his owners scent and imprinting it on his mind. Stephen walked around to Palen's left side, sliding his fingers along and watching the musculature twitch and flinch beneath the golden coat, but Palen kept his gaze fixed firmly forwards – only uttering a low, soft nicker as he felt Stephen crouch, then the humans hand rubbed from between Palen's chest, down his broad belly and caressed the dark, velvety sheath.

Unable to help himself, Palen adjusted his weight more evenly, as he involuntarily shivered at the caresses and stroking of his sheath – then he felt his owner gently cradling his black, leathery scrotum.

“So beautiful - “ Stephen murmured. “Palen, present for me my love - “

Palen nodded twice, then visibly relaxed and let his full length slide from the sheath and hang loosely below his body. Again, Stephen timidly caressed the long, slender penis of the stallion – from sheath, down the medial ring – which made Palen twitch and nervously stamp a hoof – then down to the slender flare Stephen knew all stallion's had.

“I don't know whether too - “ Stephen whispered, as he leaned close, cupping Palen's penis head in his hand, gently squeezing it.

“Master - “ Palen nickered, his tail slashing from side to side, partly from fear and partly from pleasure.

“Palen, be quiet my lovely young Stallion - “ Stephen gently chastised him.

Palen timidly lowered the slightly cocked back right hoof – fighting the natural instinct to try and kick, as he closed his hazel eyes and began trembling, unable to stop himself if he'd been commanded too.

“Beautiful - “ Stephen whispered again, then he squeezed just below the head of Palen's length and the stallion involuntarily whinnied, before silencing himself. “Palen, you're everything I ever wished for...you know how gorgeous you are? Everything – about you – is just – perfect – the length, the marking s on your...”

Palen whinnied loudly, and stamped his back right hoof, as Stephen gently began kissing Palen's limp member. Even Rosie lifted her head, then titled it to one side, as she watched Stephen shiver in pleasure and continue lightly kissing his way up Palen's shaft.

“Master...” Palen moaned, his tubular ears flattening, as he felt the unmistakable pleasure – and the even more unmistakable arousal it was bringing him.

“Relax, Palen – its alright – I – I want this my dear, sweet young Stallion – do not fight the urges Palen, go on – that's...that’s perfect, good boy...” Stephen murmured, as he caressed, stroked and kissed Palen's increasingly firm length.

Palen swallowed and he trembled visibly, before he closed his eyes and gave into his masters desire – within seconds he'd gone from hanging fairly loosely – to full erection. At just shy of fourteen inches long at full arousal, the pale, white patch about three inches from the tip of his penis, and about two and a half inches long – but only five inches in girth, the black skinned medial ring about seven inches down the shaft from the tip, Palen was considered 'small' for a pony his size – but Stephen had been very specific about the equines penile measurements, when he had placed his order.

“Such...” Stephen whispered, as he kissed Palen's firm erection, working his way back down. “Such a beautiful, beautiful boy - “

Rosie continued watching, her gaze perfectly neutral in the facial expressions she showed – but she gazed between Palen's legs, looking at the firm, strong shaft and a ripple ran through her from ears to hooves.

“Palen - “ Stephen asked, as he stroked both hands gently up and down Palen's hard length, experimentally lightly squeezing to feel the resilience, and seeing Palen tremble.

“Yes...Stephen?” Palen whispered.

“Can...I mean...could you – without - “ Stephen began, then blushed a brilliant crimson. “Can you – relax – without...”

Palen frowned and thought for a moment, rolling his hazel eyes skywards, before he frowned deeper and shivered, trying to force himself to relax and after fifteen minutes of the young Stallion straining mentally, his penis slowly deflated and he shuddered – his silvery mane rippling before he exhaled and swallowed.

“I – I didn't want – you to get all worked up and - “ Stephen began, as he lovingly began stroking Palen's golden coloured belly.

“I need to learn,” Palen admitted, without shame or guilt. “How to – obey my owner – if you wish for me too become flaccid at your order -”

“No, not if it causes you pain, my dear, sweet Stallion. I know I shouldn't get you – stimulated – like that, and then not give you a chance to release those – frustrations...come with me my love, I – I want to try something with you.”

Rosie flicked her ears forwards, then a slight smile touched her pale lips as she inhaled Stephen's scent – the distinctive pheromones catching the attention of Doe and Stallion alike. Palen obediently followed Stephen down his room, where Palen paused at the doorway, his nostrils flaring as he frowned, trying to identify the scents that still lingered in the room. He knew Rosie's scent, that was easy to distinguish, but there were others – one a pleasant smell – the other, slightly acrid and irritating to Palen's sinuses.

“Palen, can you – I don't know if you can get up here - “ Stephen asked, as he patted the bed.

Palen paused, then looked closely at the bed, before he bunched his muscles beneath him and leapt, landing on the bed with a loud thump and the mattress visibly sagging beneath him, as his legs were squashed beneath his weight. Thankfully, the bed was on a thick, sturdy base and Stephen still heard it creak ominously, before he laughed nervously and nodded.

“Good boy, that s a very good boy - “ Stephen smiled, and kissed Palen on the nose, then stroked his golden ears.

“Master – I - “ Palen began then shivered. “Stephen – this – this feels...unnatural to me and - “

“Shhh, Palen,” Stephen nodded, then gently pushed Palen onto his side, the Stallion obediently rolling over to assist his owner, before Stephen checked to ensure Palen wouldn't roll off the edge of the bed, then slid his hands under Palen and began trying to roll him further over onto his back. Palen took some awkward manoeuvring between human and pony Stallion, before finally, he lay on his back, legs folded at the knees and his tail fanned out behind him – rump fully exposed, anus tightly puckered and dark, velvety scrotum and sheath on full display.

“Excellent, great work Palen, very well done my Stallion!” Stephen praised him, even thought Palen snorted in fear, he placed his complete trust in his owner. “Now – my love – present yourself please – as slowly as you can...only – can you release only to your medial ring for me honey?”

Palen frowned, not understanding what a medial ring was – but obediently relaxed his sheath muscles and Stephen timidly slipped his fingers in, before Palen whickered, the muscles tensing around Stephen’s fingers – that brushed Palen's penis head.

“I...” Palen snorted again, then trembled.

“Palen – its alright my love,” Stephen encouraged him tenderly, giving him a light rub on the chest and belly with his free hand, the other lightly caressing the still sheathed penile head. “Relax your muscles honey – here – let me help...”

Palen did as he was asked, and Stephen timidly slid the first few inches of Palen's penis from the dark folds of its sheath, then nodded as he trailed his fingers down until the lightly brushed over the medial ring.

“You feel this – this – like...like someone joined your penis together here?” Stephen whispered, as he again run his fingers over it.

Palen couldn't lift his head and look, so he shivered and nodded as best he could.

“That, my dear, sweet young Stallion – is your medial ring – now – fully present please -”

Stephen tenderly pulled as Palen obeyed – still a little timid and feeling very frightened about being on his back – but if his master commanded, the Stallion was compelled to obey him. Finally, Stephen had pulled the full length of Palen's penis out, and using his splayed fingers, he took a rough guess of eight and a half inches at least – when flaccid.

“Now, my beautiful, sweet boy - “ Stephen smiled, and straddled Palen's belly, placing himself so Palen's tight scrotum rubbed tenderly against Stephen's buttocks. Palen trembled again – torn between his compulsion to obey – and his fear – as he'd never been mounted in any way – and the new experience frightened him. Sensing the stallion's fear, Stephen used both hands to rub and stroke along Palen's belly.

“I...” Palen began, but fell silent, as Stephen leaned forwards and then down out of Palen's eyesight, retrieving something from the floor.

There was a series of wet, slurping sounds and the vaguely pleasant scent began to reach Palen's nostrils, as he frowned and titled his head slightly, one hazel eye gazing at his master, who cupped something in his left hand.

“Palen – now...full arousal, my dear, sweet Stallion – as soon as you can and then I want you to stay as still as you possibly can, alright?”

“Yes...sir - “ Palen whiffed, as he closed his eyes and Stephen blinked, feeling the blood rushing to Palen's shaft – it growing firm quickly between his thighs.

“I've – I've heard that stallion's can get aroused when they scent a in-season mare – but - “ Stephen whispered, before he pressed his knees against the mattress and rose up over Palen, placing the palm of his right hand on the stallion's belly, using the other to begin rubbing the thin gel from head down to the medial rings. “Not enough - “

“Master?” Palen inquired, thinking his owner was asking him.

“Shhh, nothing my love – just – just need some more of this lube – if I'm – I'm too – you know...I've...”

Palen trembled, as he caught Stephen’s scent, then he sniffled and weakly shook his head. “Master, you can't – I mean - “

“Palen - “ Stephen admonished him gently, but the hint of anger in his voice. “I've – made love with Stallions – slightly bigger than you – who didn't – I meant – they didn't have your – intelligence and training. Yes, you're a - “

Stephen squirted more lube into his palm, then resumed coating Palen's length before he continued, feeling the Stallion torn between the pleasure of being caressed so intimately – and his genuine fear he would hurt his owner.

“They did not have your gentle, loving nature – or your ability – to think – like you do. I...I know, you’ll be gentle and...we'll take it slowly, I promise – I'm...I’m used to – well – toys are a poor substitute for...a real pony stallion and...now – I will be careful my love, I promise you – I'll mount you slowly – and gently, I promise.”

Palen shivered, as Stephen slid himself forwards, the lube-covered hand lightly folding under Palen's penile head – before Stephen carefully lifted its sticky length in his hand and guided it up, until he pushed himself backwards and felt the sensitive tip of Palen's length pressed against his anus.

I...I know I must – obey - “ Palen whimpered, the genuine fear for his master coming through clearly.

“Palen – it – if we're careful – it will be alright my love, trust me – I know what I'm doing and...”

Before Palen could object, Stephen grunted and leaned forwards slightly, feeling Palen's penile head press firmly against his anus – then thanks to the lube, it pressed tighter then slipped the first inch and a half into Stephen, who gasped and arched his hips forwards – sliding Palen back out. Before the lube covered penis head could slip down, Stephen used his fingertips to guide it back – and he pushed back again, sliding a little further.

“Master, I - “ Palen grunted, feeling the tight folds of Stephen's anal passage clinging to the stallion's penile head and shaft.

“Palen...please – quieten down - “ Stephen hissed, as he grunted and adjusted his weight on his knees, finding it a little easier to mount Palen inside him.

Taking his time, the young, inexperienced Stallion beneath him, trembling in pleasure and genuine fear – Stephen gasped, feeling his own erection suddenly spring into life – indeed – it began to ache and dribble pre onto Palen's belly, so aroused was Stephen as he pushed back a little further – savouring the ache in his loins – but hearing Palen's breathing growing more rough – and Stephen knew he was bringing his adorable Pony more pleasure, than any fear.

“Good...oh you good boy - “ Stephen murmured, as he pulled forwards and with a soft popping sound, dismounted from Palen, who began panting heavier and heavier.

Again, Stephen gently mounted Palen – each new mounting making Stephen start to stretch out more – and after another thirty minutes- he pressed his well lubed anus against Palen's medial ring – feeling the veins in Palen's penis throbbing in time with the Stallion's thudding heart.

“Master...” Palen gurgled helplessly, fighting desperately to control his urges that inflamed his mind and senses.

He'd never imagined breeding to his human owner could feel so – so unbelievable. Whatever sticky liquid his owner had covered his length with, Palen didn't understand – but it was slowly building a gentle warming sensation, a Stephen grunted, then gripped Palen by his front knees, and began a sensual rocking. Sliding almost completely back out – Stephen panted and squirmed – as he felt the rock hard stallion's penis begin to flare – Palen's own pre-ejaculatory fluids adding to the well lubed length and allowing for faster and faster sliding motions.

“Good...oh god...good...good boy...” Stephen gasped, as he began masturbating himself, feeling Palen instinctively flare – the right ring pressing firmly against Stephen's anal walls. “Oh Palen my...my dear, sweet...”

“Master...” Palen echoed the feelings – his scrotum tightening with each backwards thrust his master done – at last, sliding past the medial ring and pushing towards the base of Palen's length.

“I...oh Palen I...I can't...” Stephen gasped, before he thrust backwards, his anus squeezing Palen's firm shaft tight – powerful ejaculatory pulses spurting semen from his penis and spattering over Palen's chest, throat and even muzzle.

Within seconds of Stephen sliding as deeply as he could – Palen tensed – unable to help himself and his own penis flared even wider and he began flooding Stephen's large intestine with the thick, sticky semen. Stephen cried out in well remembered pleasure, feeling Palen trembling beneath him, the Stallion's tightly enfolded penis throbbing with the violent release of his orgasm.

Pulse after pulse, the semen come like a hot, spraying fire-hose deep within Stephen, who screamed out in lust and pleasure – encouraging Palen to give more of his seed, Stephen reaching back to squeeze at Palen's penile base, his muscles along the stallion's length squeezing in time to milk the young Stallion of every drop of the hot, sticky seed.

Palen couldn't have resisted if he tried, the deep compulsion within him making him whinny helplessly, as he obeyed his masters desire and another even stronger orgasm began spraying its thick, ropy jets and Stephen collapsed onto Palen's belly, his head thumping onto Palen's chest, as he hugged the shaking stallion as best he could, Palen pleased to have made his master happy – his orgasm finally tapering off and leaving his penis lathered in it – the warmth from the ejaculated semen and the strange gel Stephen had lathered so copiously – making Palen's mind whirl.

Palen felt the thundering heartbeat of his master, and he draped his front legs over Stephen's sweaty soaked back, then squeezed as tight as he could manage, giving his loving, trusting master a hug as best he could.

“Oh gods...” Stephen moaned, his mind reeling. “I...my dear, sweet...stallion - “

“Sleep master - “ Palen nickered, as he hugged with his forelegs tighter. “I love you too – but – sleep now – relax, let my warm body comfort you and...it...it will be a little while – before I can...”

“No...” Stephen murmured, as he stroked Palen's cheek with a trembling hand, then felt the sticky semen on his fingers, absently brushing it off on the sheets. “Stay...if you can...I want..want...”

“Yes, master – I will try to stay inside you – as you command me - “ Palen nodded, tightening his grip as best he could, trying to hold his beloved owner close, feeling Stephen's breath against his golden coloured chest – the unmistakable scent of Stephen's pheromone's showing he'd been well pleasured – and this in turn – made Palen – as exhausted as he was – smile as best he could, because he knew he'd done what he was meant to do – he made his master happy – and that’s all that mattered to him, as he squeezed Stephen again, holding his exhausted master tight.

*

Some time later, Palen emerged from the animals shared bedroom, shivering and walking on weak knees, before he left and found Rosie outside, her muzzle dripping water from the large bucket she had been drinking from. With a knowing look, she snorted then dipped her head down again and took another drink, as Palen shook himself, loose hairs flying in a golden cloud as he stretched and flexed his aching legs.

“So - “ Rosie began, as he stepped closer and nuzzled the quivering stallion.

“Not what I was expecting - “ Palen admitted, as he took a deep drink, his throat rippling with each swallow. “I know we've been trained and conditioned to please our owner – yet I must admit, lying like that on his bed...”

Rosie snickered and nuzzled the shivering Stallion gently. “I can smell his scent all over you, just what did you two get up too?”

“He - “ Palen began, then flattened his ears in embarrassment, before he lovingly nuzzled Rosie back. “I bred with him, it – it was our first time and - “

Rosie's ears flicked forwards. “Did you enjoy it though? Judging from your scent, I would assume very much so. I just – I - “

Blinking, Palen nuzzles Rosie's neck, then draped his head over her neck in their form of a comforting hug.

“I want to be able to please our master - “ Rosie sniffled, then shied away, turning her back and lowering her head, but Palen could hear the catch in her voice.

Nuzzling lightly along her flanks then shoulder, Palen stepped right up beside her and she leaned against him, as the tears slid down her muzzle and dripped to the ground.

“Did he – hurt you, when he mated with you?” Palen asked, nuzzling the crying doe.

“A – a little, I know our conditioning causes us to experience pleasure when we breed to our owners, yet I – I can't explain it – I shouldn't feel this way, its a conflict in my conditioning and - “ Rosie sniffled, as he shuddered, her coat rippling.

Palen blinked, then frowned and thought a moment, trying to find the right words, before he nibbled her neck and Rosie trembled again, before she turned her head to look at him.

“I...” Rosie stammered, then her throat constricted in fear, cutting off her words.

“What do you want, my dear, sweet, gentle Doe?” Palen asked, flicking both ears forwards and nuzzling again. “I want to try and help you, yes, our conditioning impels us to obey, but we still have feelings and thoughts of our own. Master is – he isn't – he isn't a Stallion, we both know that – and due to whatever – was done to us when we were created....”

Palen ripped up a mouthful of grass, chewing it thoughtfully before he swallowed and again nuzzled Rosie, who leaned into his affections, drawing strength from the strong-willed Stallion.

“Maybe...you just need to learn to relax – take some deep breaths when he breeds you, it was your first time with him – you were understandably afraid – even I felt fear and anxiety when he asked me too – its only natural, we may be intelligent, thoughtful and have feelings of our own – yet we are – conditioned to obey our directives, which can, and do, override our own wishes at times.” Palen whispered, before he lipped gently at her neck.

“I – I don't want to feel this way!” Rosie wailed, flattening her ears and fresh tears tracked down her muzzle. “I'm made to his order – I'm compelled to obey our master in every way – refusal of an order triggers our - “

Palen blinked, then nuzzled Rosie again, trying to comfort her. He didn't comprehend why she was acting so, as without a frame of reference, he wasn't sure how to react, but his natural gentleness won over and he draped his neck over her shoulder, then started to exert pressure, forcing Rosie to kneel on the ground.

“That’s better, now – lie still little one,” Palen nickered, as he manoeuvred himself over her, feeling Rosie tremble beneath him, as he covered her body with his, lending her strength and warmth. After several minutes, Rosie visibly calmed and lay her head down, but Palen remained standing over her, almost protectively, before he snorted through his nostrils and sighed.

“I don't understand - “ Palen whispered, as he lowered his head and nuzzled her neck affectionately. “Our conditioning – it should not – I mean – we're designed to please, its our purpose and our overriding imperative. You should – wait...what are you doing!”

Rosie sniffled, then rolled her eyes up, before she shivered and Palen nickered, feeling Rosie's tail beginning to flag against Palen's velvety sheath.

“We...you can't!” Palen moaned, desperately trying to fight the urges that Rosie's flagging tail was bringing him.

“You said – it yourself, we're designed to bring pleasure – its our imperative, and you're right. I do not – feel any 'compulsion' to decide who I share pleasure with...besides, it – it will help...in its own way, I need the practice Palen and - “

“No!” Palen snorted, as he tried to back away, his ears sweeping backwards, but the unmistakable pleasure of Rosie's tail flagging against his sheath had already done more than his rational mind could control – and his length was semi-erect beneath him, pressed down against Rosie's pale furred rump. “I – we can not do this - “

“We can...” Rosie whispered, as she flagged her tail faster. “It is an order – almost - I need the practice, and you are – not that bigger than our owner...”

“Rosie - “ Palen moaned, as he nuzzled her ears. “If we're caught – what will our master think? We are made to please him - “

“By helping me - “ Rosie stammered, as she flicked her ears, then turned her head to look up at Palen. “You help me – with breeding practice – I can please our owner with – less fear and pain – which makes him happy...and you do want me to be happy, don't you? Since we're going to be spending our lives together and - “

Palen was conflicted, he frowned and turned his mind inwards, nothing in the conditioning, deep or otherwise, offered any negative feedback about the thoughts he was experiencing. There was nothing directly or indirectly, that conflicted with what Rosie had told him. He did not know if Inteli-Pet animals bred with each other, and not just their owners – it was a question, his conditioning had no response for.

“Please, Palen..” Rosie whispered, as she licked his chest and looked up at him. “Please – will you not help me?”

Palen shuddered, still conflicted by the urge Rosie's flagging tail had brought him, and his calm, rational thinking mind. He stood, his penis swinging lightly beneath his belly, as he struggled to overcome the conflicted thoughts and feelings. He had feelings of love, protectiveness and concern for the smaller Doe – he didn't know why – it was – just something, some strange, new feeling he didn't have words to describe.

“I – if our master - “ Palen began, the conflict visible in his facial expression, as Rosie again licked his chest.

“Blame me,” Rosie whispered. “It is my fault – I – need the breeding practice and as you're....”

“Rosie...I just – I just don't know how - “ Palen snorted, then crept backwards and began to turn away, fear at being caught by their owner starting to gain ascendancy in his mind. “What would our master think? You and I breeding together – when we're made for him and - “

Rosie stood, shook herself then stepped over to Palen and nuzzled his neck.

“Palen - “ Rosie whispered, her own nervousness and fear compounding that of the Stallion.

Palen turned his head to look at her, seeing the genuine love Rosie had for him, the absolute faith and trust she had – and the slight nervousness of her back-swept ears.

We...how would - “ Palen began, then his words faltered and he sighed. “I don't even know how - “

“I have – an idea, whether it would work...” Rosie pondered, then knelt on her forelegs, folding them beneath her and awkwardly walked forwards until her head and neck was under Palen's belly. Palen snorted, then shuddered as he felt Rosie's muzzle bridge rub beneath his sheath, before he splayed out his legs and shuddered, giving her an easier access.

“Rosie - “ Palen snorted, then his tail twitched spasmodically.

“I know – what I'm doing, my – conditioning has – been implanted with ideas and such, on how to arouse my master...you're not that much different.” Rosie mumbled, as she swallowed, then closed her muzzle and began over-stimulating her salivary glands, swallowing the sticky saliva and coating her throat and ensuring her muzzle was also well coated, before she brushed her cold nose against Palen's sheath and followed it with a timid lick with her saliva coated tongue.

With a loud snort, Palen flinched and trembled, barely resisting the primal urges that seared up his spine like a wildfire, yet it was with the barest of control he fought the instincts and suppressed them as he quivered helplessly. Rosie blinked, then flattened her ears back and tilted her head to one side, as she began lipping and licking, steadily working her way down Palen's firming length and hearing his panting breath. When Rosie's supple tongue slithered over Palen's medial ring, Palen nickered and stamped a hoof, causing Rosie to freeze and tremble.

“Sorry - “ Palen grunted, as he continued to fight the urges that burned within him.

Rosie waited a moment, before she once again began over-stimulating her saliva ry glads once more – her tongue quickly growing wet and sticky as she delicately licked – noticing how Palen's length firmed swiftly and was becoming covered with her saliva.

“Stop..no, please - “ Palen nickered again, as his trembling grew worse, his tail slashing from side to side.

“Not - “ Rosie murmured, as she frowned and looked at Palen's now fully erect length and swallowed nervously, knowing there was no way she could pleasure the Stallion how her conditioning demanded she please a male. “Not yet – I need to make sure – I get a thick coating before...”

Palen grunted and valiantly stood, fighting the instincts of untold generations, before Rosie finally ceased her licking and crawled back out from beneath him, then lay herself down, kneeling on the ground and her tail snapping upwards as she shivered and glanced back at Palen. Palen sensed what she wanted, and he turned himself about, before carefully stepping over Rosie's body, his front legs even with her chest and his firm, long shaft pressed against her back and his belly.

“It doesn't go there - “ Rosie giggled nervously, as she began flagging her tail against Palen's scrotum.

“I – know where it goes,” Palen retorted, as he stepped back a few paces, before forcibly relaxing himself and his penis wilted slightly, before he again took a timid step – this time, pressing the head of his penis under Rosie's tail.

Rosie gasped, feeling it firming and she shivered, fearing Palen was going to breed her the wrong way, but instincts took over and she timidly lifted her hind quarters and pressed her vaginal folds lightly against Palen's penis.

“Rosie – I - “ Palen grunted, as he shivered and began to panic.

“Please - “ Rosie whispered, as she glanced back over her shoulder. “I know – you can be gentle – It – it will hurt, I don't deny that, but please, I need the – practice and - “

Palen nodded, as he suppressed the wild, instinctive urges, before he slightly lowered his his hind quarters and pushed forwards. He felt Rosie's labial folds spreading and the warmth nearly made him lose what control he had, as she gasped and her spine crackled as she instinctively lowered her belly to the ground. Palen barely mounted, feeling Rosie's right folds gripping his penile head in a tight grasp, as he shuddered and began nibbling her shoulder.

“Breathe little one...deep breaths - “ Palen encouraged her, as he felt Rosie's body tensing beneath him.

“I'm – trying - “ Rosie sniffled, fresh tears sliding down her cheeks, as she began panting heavily, trying to force her body to relax.

“That’s it - “ Palen nodded and pushed forwards a little further, feeling Rosie's body start to respond and loosen its tight hold.

“Wait!” Rosie squealed, as she gasped and felt Palen freeze, the stallion over her trembling.

Palen obeyed, feeling Rosie's body squeeze down, before she could again gain her control and pant more heavily.

“Definitely...bigger than our master - “ Rosie gasped, before she laughed weakly and nodded.

Palen shivered and pushed himself a little deeper, before he swallowed and paused again – then stepped backwards and dismounted, feeling Rosie's body squeezing tightly. When she nodded, he again moved forwards, pressing himself against her glistening folds – and once more, he held his breath and waited until Rosie nodded once.

“This - “ Rosie gasped, then shuddered and wriggled slightly.

“Is going to take some practice - “ Palen finished for her, as he felt her body responding as it should – tight muscles loosening and allowing him to slide deeper – until the medial ring rubbed against her labial folds.

Palen stopped, letting Rosie get used to feeling him inside her, instincts fought with his rational mind, and started to drive him mad. Rosie squealed deeply and kept panting, her head lowered and ears flat, as she wriggled again and pulled herself forwards, sliding about half of Palen's length from within her.

“Please, little one – if its hurting you, please tell me – and I'll stop!” Palen pleaded with her, as he licked her neck and tasted the sweat that dampened her fur.

“It - “ Rosie gasped, then looked back over her shoulder. “It's alright Palen – just – just give me a moment...”

Palen nodded obediently, taking several calming breaths through his nostrils as he remained quite firm within Rosie, feeling her wriggling beneath him as she fought to find a more comfortable position for this unusual mating. Finally, after ten minutes, Rosie nodded and Palen lowered his hindquarters a little more before he pushed himself back into her again and again.

As far as lovemaking went, their first breeding between each other, took three hours – as Palen would regularly dismount and let Rosie regain her strength, before she would nod and he'd tenderly mount her again and again – Rosie knew what she wanted, and this gentle, compassionate Stallion was – once he overcome his initial fear – a willing help.

Finally, Rosie could breathe more easier, the ache in her groin almost forgotten, as Palen pressed himself forwards and just managed to get the medial ring into Rosie's tight folds, before she gasped and he froze again. Rosie swallowed, her salivary glands working overtime, partially through fear and partially through some unknown emotion, but when she felt Palen begin to quiver, Rosie's eyes widened and she snapped her head around to stare wide-eyed at him.

“I - “ Palen snorted, his nostrils flaring, as he felt his penile head begin to flare deep inside Rosie. “I – I shouldn't – its not...”

“Dismount!” Rosie snapped at him, then bit at his foreleg.

Palen snorted and his tail began to piston like a Arabian Stallion, as the urge to thrust and release his repressed orgasm began overwhelming his control.

“Dismount, Palen!” Rosie squealed, as she slapped her tail down along the lower half of his penis and began struggling beneath him.

Palen whinnied and nickered, before another sharper bite to his thigh snapped him back to full attention and he forcibly pushed himself backwards, feeling Rosie's body tightening along his length and he staggered a few steps, before his orgasm struck him like a bullet between the eyes.

His whole body twitched and convulsed, as powerfully thick spurts of his semen were pumped from his penis by the strong muscles and instincts, his tail snapped like a pennant and he stood on all four hooves, legs splayed, as his orgasm began intensifying – penis spraying like a fire hose before finally, it began to wilt and the last few spurts were more a weak dribble that spattered onto the ground.

Rosie lay on the ground, her tail slapped down over her aching groin, and she swallowed nervously. How close had Palen come to releasing himself in her – Rosie didn't know, but she was thankful for the Stallion's gentle, thoughtful breeding.

Sure, she was sore and in considerable discomfort – but with repeated breeding's, she was certain – with Palen's willing help – she would be able to more easily pleasure her master. As she tried to rise, Palen moved back to stand over her, his penis still slightly aroused and he nuzzled her sweaty neck.

“Rosie – I - “ Palen stammered, feeling guilt and shame.

Rosie turned her head to nuzzle at Palen's velvety nose, before she timidly licked it.

“It's not your fault – you can not help your instincts – I'm – just thankful, you have at least – some self control...I – I don't know what our master would think – if he decided too...and felt...” Rosie panted, then flicked her ears.

“We...” Palen began, before his own self control crumbled and he hung his head. “No, you're right little one – we – we can never allow me to do that...promise me – you will make me stop before - “

Rosie sniffed, then inhaled the sickly sweet scent of Palen's semen, and she nodded and again nuzzled his nose.

“Breeding practice, I will ask for – but I will – try, as best I can – to stop you before you try to put a fawn in my belly.” Rosie giggled weakly, then shuddered.

“You know we can't - “ Palen snorted through his nostrils, then licked her forehead with his long, rough tongue. “We can't impregnate, or conceive – we're sterile like that - “

Rosie tried to stand, then her knees quivered and she crumbled to the ground, landing with a thump.

“Do not try to get up yet - “ Palen nickered, then nibbled lightly at her neck.

Again, Rosie tried to stand, almost making it, before her knees turned to jelly again and once more she fell to the ground, where she sprawled flat on her belly and shuddered.

“Thank you – Palen,” Rosie whispered, feeling her body quivering.

Palen stood beside her, gently nudging at her playfully, as he nibbled her neck in love and affection.

“Anytime...” He snickered, then inhaled her scent, before a ripple ran through him.

*

Palen and Rosie spent the early hours of the morning, grazing the sweet tender grass, before Rosie's head snapped up and she twisted her head over her shoulder as she heard the door whisper open. Flicking a quick glance at Palen, both of them turned about then knelt down on their forelegs, Rosie on both of hers and Palen with a more theatrical bow, one leg extended out, the other folded at the knee, his head dipped to the ground.

Stephen blinked, then run his hands over his messed hair, before he yawned and squinted, then smiled weakly and held his hands out, both animals instinctively going to him for morning petting and cuddles.

“Good morning you two, did you sleep well?” Stephen asked, as he caressed each of them in turn, then walked back inside, both Rosie and Palen obediently following.

Rosie shot Palen a glance, and Palen flattened his ears back, before the more dominant Stallion answered for them, assuring their owner they had indeed slept well the night before. As Stephen prepared his breakfast, Rosie lay herself down and a tremble rippled through her body, before she rested her head on her forelegs, waiting patiently. Palen nuzzled Stephen gently in the back, then Stephen smiled and gently pushed Palen's head away.

“I need coffee first, then I'll get your breakfast for you both - “ Stephen told him gently. “Be patient Palen, I won't forget.”

Palen walked back out into the living room, then gave Rosie and gentle nuzzle, which she returned affectionately, then lay her head back down again, feeling the ache in her groin from Palen's mating earlier, but doing her best to not let the discomfort show, Palen looked sideways at her, then nuzzled her again, as if trying to comfort her, his eyes showing his affection and concern for Rosie, as Palen could smell Rosie's scent and knew she was in pain, but hiding it well from their owner.

Stephen made his coffee, then he fixed their breakfast, giving them fresh vegetables, grain and other food, placing a bowl of fresh water next to their feed. Palen fell to his breakfast with relish and hunger, whilst Rosie nuzzled at some of hers, idly pushing bits of it around, before she wrinkled her muzzle and shook her head gently.

“Not very hungry Rosie? What's wrong honey?” Stephen asked, as he rose from where he sat, then crouched down and gently placed the back of his hand against her forehead. “Not feeling well?”

“No, master - “ Rosie spoke truthfully, before she looked down at her breakfast and nibbled at a carrot, more distracted than hungry.

“If you're not hungry, you don't have to eat now, you can eat it later - “ Stephen told her, then stroked her head, gently brushing her ears back.

“I will...I promise - “ Rosie whispered, then lovingly nuzzled against his forearm.'

Turning his attention to Palen, Stephen blushed and Palen frowned, flicking his ears forwards in curiosity, not understanding why his beloved owners scent suddenly reeked of fear.

“Palen...” Stephen began, then sat down and caressed Palen's neck, the Stallion happily leaning into the affectionate stroking.

“Master?” Palen inquired, gently nuzzling at Stephen's chest.

“I...when we...I know what we shared, but I felt – I felt like it frightened you, I know lying on your back isn't right for a horse - “ Stephen sighed, then stroked Palen again.

“Master, we are – conditioned – to obey, if that is what pleases our owner, then we will do it, as that compulsion to please, is what makes us so loyal and willing...” Palen admitted freely, as he nuzzled Stephen again and rested his head on Stephen's lap, then felt Stephen tremble.

“I – I know all about your compulsions and conditioning, as you put it – yet it – it must have felt strange to you, making love with a human male and - “

Palen sighed softly through his nostrils, then rolled his eyes to look up at Stephen.

“Master, I am compelled to obey you, you are my owner, my master, and if – lovemaking with me, pleasures you, then it pleases me to give you such pleasures. I do not feel it is wrong, as in pleasing you, in any way I can, makes me feel pleasure and happiness as well. I have no feelings of guilt, or remorse, or anything – as in pleasing our owner – brings us pleasure and happiness, so there is no need to feel guilty master, you bought Rosie and myself for your own reasons – and we are happy and content to obey, in any way we can.”

Stephen shuddered and Palen blinked, then he lifted his head slightly, before he froze as he felt Stephen place a hand lightly on Palen's muzzle and stop him. Palen looked up, his eyes narrowing in confusion, as he felt Stephen's penis growing firmer beneath Palen's chin.

“Sorry Palen...I should have – better self control, you're both so...loving and affectionate, I feel truly blessed to have you as my companions and - “ Stephen laughed nervously, then he shivered and Palen flicked his tail, confusion fighting with his compulsion to obey.

“Master, if you desire pleasure – it would honour me and please me, to grant you such – however you desired...”

“You don't have to please me Palen, just because I get – well – aroused, it happens with us humans, especially us men – the feel of your soft fur with your head lying in my lap...it wasn't anything you done, my dear, sweet Stallion...”

Palen's confusion grew, as he felt compelled to sexually pleasure his owner, due to his compulsions, but as Stephen had not openly asked him, Palen was also bound by those same compulsions not to try and take liberties.

“I...Palen,” Stephen began, then blushed and caressed Palen's velvety furred nose.

“Yes Master?” Palen asked, as he lifted his head, and then snorted as he felt Stephen's erect penis slap up against the underside of his muzzle.

Stephen blushed deeper, then he caressed Palen's forehead, before he looked down at his penis, that stood tall and proud, then looked at Palen.

“I know I shouldn't, but - “ Stephen gestured, and Palen frowned, before he looked at Stephen, then down at his engorged member, then back at Stephen.

“You desire pleasure Master?” Palen asked, innocently and without any hesitation.

“I've...I mean, could a stallion...with your muzzle I mean - “ Stephen laughed nervously.

Palen thought for a moment, his forehead creasing slightly, before he nodded, then before Stephen could stop him, Palen lipped delicately at Stephen's penile head, then in one quick motion, Palen dropped his head and pressed his soft furred nose against Stephen's groin, hot breath washing over the pale skin as Palen began tenderly suckling like a foal would nurse from his mother. Stephen moaned and he gripped Palen's ears, making the Stallion tremble, but Palen didn't stop.

His rough, broad tongue curled at the edges, as he began suckling harder, pressing the top of Stephen's penis against the body ridges at the top of Palen's muzzle as he suckled contentedly, Rosie lifting her head off her forelegs to watch, her ears pricked forwards.

“Palen...you're so...naturally gifted - “ Stephen moaned, as he moved his hands to Palen's neck and began massaging.

Palen felt no guilt or shame, if anything, pleasuring his owner began to secrete the chemical's into Palen's mind, that brought him pleasure in turn. Stephen gasped, feeling the Stallion lift his muzzle and gently lower it again, adjusting the angle slightly for better breathing, before he closed his eyes and pushed Stephen's penile head against the back of his muzzle and began swallowing, the strong throat muscles causing a powerful suction as Stephen gasped and began quivering.

“Oh...dear God - “ Stephen gasped, as he experimentally began thrusting against Palen's muzzle, causing the Stallion to snort softly, then tilt his head forwards a little, allowing his master better access.

Rosie watched, listening to Palen's deep breaths, watching Stephen gasping and moaning, as he rocked his hips against Palen's muzzle, then she smiled to herself and lay her head back down, watching the Stallion and human.

“Palen...oh God...how...how can you...” Stephen gasped and trembled, then when Palen curled his tongue around Stephen's penis, Stephen bucked hard against Palen's muzzle and thick strands of semen were spurted down Palen's throat.

Palen trembled, surprised by the taste as he'd never experienced it, then he began swallowing eagerly, which only brought another explosive release from Stephen, who grunted and ground his hips against Palen's muzzle and began moaning.

Palen flicked an ear, but the strong musky scent and the other triggers that showed his master was in pleasure, made Palen swish his tail back and forth in contentment, as he used his throat muscles to swallow the salty, hot liquid that had been given to him.

“I've never...” Stephen panted, as he carefully pushed himself back, and Palen obediently lifted his muzzle, gazing with love and adoration at his owner. “Doesn't that...make you feel sick? I know when I do it with another human male - “

Palen swept his tongue around the inside of his mouth, his taste-buds assimilating the salty taste and the slight bitterness, before he shook his head, his long mane rippling. “Even if it did Master, you know we would be incapable of saying so – as that would upset our owners...and cause us distress and discomfort, for hurting our owner.”

“You were...so gentle and - “ Stephen murmured, as he lifted Palen's head, then pressed his lips to the stallions, then kissed him.

“I am...undoubtedly – not as gifted as dear Rosie, when it comes to matters of oral pleasure of our master - “ Palen admitted, as he glanced over at Rosie, who quivered in embarrassment. “My – muzzle is not really – designed for such. I am, however, as you know - “

Stephen blushed again, then gently placed a hand on Palen's muzzle and shushed him, making Palen frown.

“Forgive me master, I did not mean to speak out of place - “ Palen spoke quietly.

Giving Palen a hug around the neck, Stephen soothed Palen. Sometimes, my dear, sweet stallion, you can be...too honest, you understand? Of course, Rosie with her soft tongue and slender muzzle, well, yes, she is better – suited – but I was curious, if you could please me like that, you can, and you did, so thank you. Of course, you...please me in other ways, just as dear Rosie does...”

Palen looked at Rosie, who used her slender tongue to pick up a piece of carrot, before she blinked and paused in mid-chew, her muzzle hanging open, before Steven laughed and she closed it with a snap and swallowed, then gave a weak tail flicker.

“I adore you two, you both know that, don't you?” Steven told them, as he pet the carpet beside him then Rosie obediently crawled over on her knees and lay her head in Steven's lap.

Giving both of them an affectionate pat and a cuddle, Stephen knelt on the carpet, before he chuckled and hugged them again, before he looked between Rosie and Palen, who looked at each other then back at their owner, then they both tilted their heads in confusion.

“Nothing, my beloved companions, its alright, just – relax, its alright, you're both perfectly safe here, now, I need to go shower and get this morning started...” Stephen told them, giving each an affectionate cuddle again, as he stood and leaned on Palen, who splayed his legs out, happy to give assistance to his owner as he stood.

As Stephen walked down the hallway, Palen looked at Rosie, who shuddered and stood, then shook herself and started eating her breakfast, her thoughts her own, as Palen used his hind hoof to scratch an itch on the side of his muzzle and then lay down on the carpet, wondering what the day would bring for both of them...

*

Palen turned his head and looked at Rosie, who swallowed the sliver of carrot and hung her head, her ears flicking back as she trembled before Palen walked over and nuzzled her neck gently.

What we done - " Rosie whispered, as she glanced sideways at Palen. "Our master will be angry with us - we shouldn't have mated!"

"Have faith little one," Palen whispered back, before he glanced down the hallway, as he knelt down and nuzzled Rosie again, seeking to allay the trembling doe's fears. "I sense he is truthful - in that he wants us to break our conditioning that was placed on us. You remember, he said we are free here - to do as we wish - does that not mean we can not enjoy each others pleasures as well as share such with him?"

I think you're too strong willed - for your own good!" Rosie hissed at him, her eyes narrowing in anger.

“Hey!" Palen nickered, then nuzzled her neck, until she trembled and squirmed, the relaxing nuzzles calming her anger. "I am the more dominant of us - but have you considered, that we were designed exactly as our owner wished us to be?"

osie sighed, then lowered her head, using her lips to pluck another sliver of carrot from her bowl before she chewed it delicately and flicked a black tipped ear.

It still doesn't mean that...well - you know what I mean - what would he say if he had of caught us mating?" Rosie swallowed, then sighed quietly as she stood and shook herself, before heading towards the door that lead outside. "I understood it that we were to serve him - not - ourselves. I feel guilty Palen, like I've done something wrong and..."

Palen followed her, then he leaned against her and nuzzled her back-swept ears, until she snorted and flicked them forwards, then smiled nervously and shivered again.

“If you feel so guilty, then why did you allow me to mate with you?" Palen asked quietly, as he led Rosie outside, then took a deep drink from the water trough and rolled on the grass, scratching itchy spots on his back and rump.

"I - I was curious - " Rosie admitted, as she flicked her glance, looking at Palen's leathery sheath and dark coloured testicles, an involuntary tremble rippling down her back. "You're - so much larger than our master - in that regard!"

“No doubt, I am a stallion after all!" Palen struck a pose, then Rosie laughed nervously, she couldn't help it, then she nibbled Palen's neck affectionately - and just like that - their friendship was renewed.

*

Rosie flicked her ears, hearing the door open, before she glanced at the sleeping Palen, who dozed in the warm sunlight and she quietly approached, as Stephen walked out, as naked as the day he was born, and Rosie's eyes glanced from his feet to his hair - and she couldn't help but gaze overlong at Stephen's limp penis - a look that Stephen blushed and placed his hands behind his back, giving Rosie a full look as long as the shy young doe desired.

“Do you like what you see little one?" Stephen asked her, as he stepped over and gently placed a hand on her forehead and caressed her ears lovingly.

"You know I can not lie, master - " Rosie whispered submissively, as she bowed her head and quivered. "I am imprinted to you, so my emotions dictate my love and desire to please you!"

“I know that honey," Stephen sighed, as he knelt down, then gently cupped her chin in his hands and forced her to look into his eyes. "I adore both you and Palen - equally - I hope you know that. You're a doe, he's a stallion - but you each have certain - advantages. How do I begin to explain it Rosie? When I make love with you, your warmth and the feel of being - inside you - it is pleasure built on pleasure, you're so warm and responsive, yet nice and tight - as is to be expected for a doe who never fawned."

“As per your request, master - " Rosie smiled weakly, then timidly licked Stephen's forehead and nuzzled him.

"That is true, now, Palen - when he makes love with me - and I see that look in your eyes little doe - I know you think it's...wrong - a stallion shouldn't mate a human man - " Stephen told her, and Rosie's eyes widened, her ears slashing backwards.

“You...knew?" Rosie gasped, her muzzle hanging open loosely.

"Honey, you wear your emotions on your pelt, like I wear clothing - " Stephen chuckled, and gently closed her muzzle and used his thumbs to caress her cheeks, gazing adoringly at the black muzzle stripe on each cheek. "I'm - bisexual - you understand what that means, don't you?"

Rosie frowned, then nodded once and knelt down, folding her legs beneath her, as she adopted a restful pose and listened to her master.

"Yes, master," Rosie answered quietly. "You - mate with both males and females."

"It's...not quite like that honey," Stephen tenderly corrected her. "Human's do not - mate - we make love - it's a kind, loving and gentle thing, with multiple steps and always, it should be done from kindness, love and trust. Like I do with you, I'd never dream of hurting you, or Palen - I love both of you, and I know you were imprinted on me - I wish that wasn't the case, as it's...its wrong, you understand, don't you?"

Rosie frowned, looking up through her eyelashes, as she frowned deeper and thought for several minutes.

"Master, I don't understand - we exist to please our owner - you - in any way we can, I do not understand what you mean. If you wished to mate with me, I'd do anything I could, to please you..."

“That's your training, the conditioning, that was forced on you, by the Corporation who made you. In many ways, I do regret asking for the 'deep conditioning' that was imprinted on you. You're forced - compelled - to obey. It's not of your own free will and choice, you understand? No doe should know how to pleasure a man - like you do. You've got no instincts that a feral doe would have. A doe might become - sexually friendly - with a human man, but she would never, for example, please a man with her muzzle and tongue like you do. Sure, he might mate with her, like I do with you - with the doe's consent and willingness, but you're...you're not feral's, nor are you human - you're...imprinted with all this sexual knowledge and experience, before your imprinted on your owners...do you understand?"

Rosie looked up, then frowned again as Stephen's words ran through her mind - the deeply implanted memories and orders compelled her to obey - but something - some primal something - agreed with what he was telling her. Rosie began to tremble, then she dropped her head onto her legs and began to cry - the tears sliding down her furred cheeks and dripping onto the ground.

"Why do I feel like this - like - something is tearing me apart!" Rosie wept, as she sniffled and quivered. "I'm compelled to obey you - yet your words - conflict with the orders that have been driven so hard into my mind, I couldn't possibly resist them!"

Stephen pulled her head into his lap, then he cuddled her as best he could, knowing how painful this must be for Rosie - but if she was to break her conditioning control - it had to be done.

"My love, please believe me - I do not hurt you because I'm being cruel - I want to break the orders you've been imprinted with! I want you to be free, physically, spiritually and mentally, of the emotional chains they forced on your mind! I want you to be able to say no to me Rosie, to tell me what you want - not expected to be some drone that obeys because of the conditioning you've received! Yes, I love making love with you, holding you in my arms and cuddling you, feeling your warm fur and breath against my naked body - but I want you to be able to offer yourself freely, without compulsion or orders!"

"I...can't!" Rosie squealed, and Palen snorted, then leapt to his hooves, Rosie's frightened cry startling him.

"Rosie, what's wrong?" Palen nickered.

“Palen, please be quiet - " Stephen told him, gently, but with enough intent that Palen opened his muzzle, then thought better of it and closed it again, before he obeyed. "Rosie, listen to me - you're not a slave, not controlled by the Corporation or me - when you wish to make love, I want it to be because you want to do it, not because I might have desires or urges - I can control those, but I want you to be on your desires and wishes, not because of some...implanted orders, in your mind, do you understand?"

“I...master, please - it hurts so much..." Rosie cried helplessly, squeezing her eyes tightly closed, as the conflicting orders clashed in her mind.

Stephen cuddled her close, pulling her over so she was laying on him, as he draped her forelegs over his shoulders and held her tight, feeling her body shaking like she was deathly sick. For nearly two hours, Rosie cried and shook - until finally she squealed in unmistakable cervine pain and suffering, then her body went limp and boneless - as Stephen held her tight and soothingly stroked her back.

"Rosie, my love..." Stephen whispered, then felt her quiver and he lay her down, watching as she weakly crawled away and then stood - shaking like a newborn fawn taking her first faltering steps.

"I..." Rosie whispered, the tears streaking her muzzle as she shivered from ear tips to hooves.

"Come here..." Stephen spoke sharply.

Rosie stepped a single pace, then she froze and her body quivered, as she stood her ground, her tail frizzling.

"I said, come here!" Stephen snapped at her, then slapped the ground for emphasis.

"...no - " Rosie whispered, as she trembled in fright.

"What did you say?" Stephen snarled, as he stood up and rested his hands on his hips, then roared at her with his voice filled with anger and rage. "Come here, before I tear your hide off you!"

"NO!" Rosie squealed as she took a timid step backwards, then her eyes widened as she stared in horror up at Stephen.

"Excellent Rosie!" Stephen smiled at her, then knelt and held his hands out, before Rosie's self control shattered and she ran to him, fresh tears streaking down her muzzle as he caught her and cuddled her adoringly. "Excellent honey, excellent!"

"I..." Rosie sniffled, as she violently trembled. "I disobeyed..."

"Just as I wanted you too my dear, sweet doe! See? It can be done - I've broken your conditioning, you can say no, and disobey my orders...I'm just...so sorry it had to hurt you so much, to do it."

Stephen gently kissed away her salty tears, then used his fingers to dry the last of her tears, as he smiled and kissed her forehead, Rosie frowning, before she swallowed timidly, residual feelings remaining, before she sniffled and smiled weakly - then of her own volition she lifted her head and pressed her furred lips against Stephen's fur-less ones, and he smiled as she licked his lips, then began passionately kissing him - her tongue mingling with his, their saliva blending and mingling. Stephen slipped his hands behind Rosie's head, and kissed her long and deep - feeling his arousal beginning to fill him, before he coughed and gently broke the kiss and shuddered, then affectionately kissed her forehead. Rosie blinked, then her nostrils flared before she looked down, then her eyes widened.

"I...couldn't help it - " Stephen blushed, as he looked down at his semi-aroused penis.

"You..." Rosie began, as she trembled and looked down, then back up. "You want to mate with me, master?"

"I - I can't lie Rosie, your gentle, affectionate kiss, it, arouses me, the feel of your beautiful soft tongue and your warm fur...it's my fault honey, I should control my sexual emotions better."

"What if - I wished to mate with you...of my own choosing?" Rosie asked, frowning slightly. "Isn't that what you wanted? For me to make up my own mind...of my own choosing?"

"Are you sure it's what you want Rosie? Not...just because I showed sexual arousal and - " Stephen gasped, as Rosie dropped to her knees, then before he finished his sentence, Rosie's mouth opened and in one swift movement, she dropped her head and took his entire penis into her muzzle and began sucking with an enthusiastic head bobbing, as Stephen placed his hands on her shoulders and gasped helplessly, whilst Palen snickered and watched on, cropping at the grass and enjoying the sight.

*

Stephen gasped and squirmed, as Rosie used her muzzle and tongue, pleasuring Stephen beyond anything she had before - he watched her as she flattened her ears against her neck, long tongue swirling and encircling his penis as she flagged her tail wildly - seemingly enjoying this unnatural pleasuring.

"Rosie, honey...please - " Stephen gasped, as he pressed his hands against her neck, feeling her throat muscles rippling as she continued suckling. "Stop this - I - "

Rosie's eyes narrowed, as she glance up at him and a low, menacing grunt come from her throat, as she snorted through her nostrils, then pushed her head lower - her nose brushing against his bale groin, as she intensified her nursing, slurping like she would have suckled her mothers teat.

"I can not begin to imagine how that must feel - " Palen nickered, as he laid down and watched Stephen trembling and gasping in pleasure.

Rosie's tongue swirled and gripped Stephen's penis, as she settled into a deep sucking motion, pulling her slender head back and lapping at the sensitive ridge of his penile head, before she lowered her muzzle again and resumed slurping, Stephen's knees trembling and his breathless panting only encouraging Rosie as she smiled and continued to pleasure her owner. For nearly thirty minutes, Stephen fought his instincts, but Rosie never relent, and as he began to tremble from toes to head, she opened her eyes and looked up at him - nostrils flaring as she inhaled his musky scent, then she pressed her cold nose to Stephen's groin and he gasped helplessly - as Rosie buried her nose against his groin and Stephen's orgasm spurted the hot, salty semen down her willing throat, Rosie eagerly swallowing the gift and continuing until she had drained him dry before slowly lifting her head and licking him clean.

"Did I please you - Stephen?" Rosie asked, as she licked her lips and swallowed a few times, then gazed up adoringly at him.

Stephen dropped to his knees, and wrapped his arms around her neck, panting and sweating as he leaned heavily against her, Rosie bracing herself and licking his sweat off his naked chest and belly.

"You - " Stephen wheezed, then he swallowed and quivered. "I knew you were - gifted dear Rosie...I never knew _how _gifted! How can I ever repay you for this..."

Flicking an ear, Rosie frowned and thought for a bit, before she nuzzled his chest and lovingly licked a long, sticky swatch from chest to belly and back up the other side, before she flagged her tail happily and rubbed her head against his chest.

"You freed me from my compulsion - Stephen - " Rosie answered simply. "It is I who should thank you!"

"You know why - I did what I did - for you..." Stephen whispered, as he lay down and gently pulled Rosie down with him, before gesturing to Palen who obediently walked over and lay down on the other side, so Stephen could cuddle both his beloved companions.

Rosie nuzzled Stephen's chest, as she sighed quietly and laid her head on his chest, closing her eyes and flagging her tail slowly from side to side.

"Master - " Palen began, then he swallowed and flicked his ears back nervously, before he looked at Rosie, who stared back from over Stephen's chest.

"What's wrong Palen?" Stephen asked, as he gently stroked Rosie's neck, and glanced at Palen.

"I - need to confess something - " Palen began, as he trembled, the stress visible in his facial expression and back-swept ears. "I...and Rosie, we...we mated yesterday and - I know we shouldn't have done it...without your permission and - "

Stephen blinked, then his stroking hand paused on Rosie's neck, feeling her quiver, before he stared into Palen's eyes, the young stallion unable to look away as he began trembling in fear.

"Did you..." Stephen asked softly, as he kept his eyes locked on Palen, who swallowed again and shivered.

"I didn't hurt her, master - Rosie consented to our mating and..." Palen stammered.

"Rosie, tell me the truth my love, did you consent?" Stephen asked, as he gripped her neck gently, holding her down.

"I...did, Stephen - Palen was - gentle with me, but I made him dismount before...he came inside me - I thought mating with him, would help loosen me up, when I mated with you and - "

Stephen blinked, then looked at Rosie, then at Palen, then he thought for a moment - both stallion and doe quivered, before Stephen spoke quietly, and smiled, stroking each of them in turn.

"Thank you for being honest with me, my friends - I do not - mind that Palen chose to breed with you Rosie, he is, as far as stallions go - rather on the small side - still larger than me, I don't deny that - and Palen? If you and Rosie wish to mate - you may do so, just promise me - you'll be gentle with her, and if she tells you to dismount - you will, alright? I know how you can get - more than a little eager in your mating..."

"You're...not angry with us?" Rosie whispered, looking up through her long eyelashes at Stephen.

"No, my love, I'm a bit surprised - but I should have guessed, even though you are 'conditioned' to obey - I'm certain there is still some urges. You did what you thought was right - and I respect that, Palen is a lovely, gentle lover - well - as gentle as he can be, isn't that right Palen?"

Palen flattened his ears and nodded weakly, feeling guilty and ashamed, but relieved that Stephen wasn't angry with him, for sharing his affections with Rosie.

“Both of you, listen to me - I don't mind - just please, be careful, and Palen? I'd prefer it if you didn't come inside Rosie - if you can help it, as I'm sure she would not like me having to clean her cervix and uterus out - I know how much you release when you orgasm - and how how it is. I don't know much about doe physiology - but if you can, please dismount before orgasm - but I'll understand if you can not - or Rosie wishes to experience it herself."

"Stephen..could...could I try it - please?" Rosie asked, as she nuzzled his belly and licked another long, sensual lick.

"Rosie, honey, your choice is your own now - remember? If Palen agrees - then you may both do as you wish! I want you both to be free of your training, to share your love with me - or each other - when and if you desire it."

Rosie swallowed nervously, before she glanced at Palen, who blinked and slowly stood up, then he shivered and his penis slithered from the leathery sheath and Stephen stood, then knelt and gently began caressing and stroking Palen's penis, as the stallion nickered and slashed his tail from side to side, shuddering. Rosie watched and nervously swallowed, as Stephen quickly brought Palen to arousal, then gently tapped Palen on the back of the knees.

"Palen, please roll over onto your back for me - I want to help Rosie try something, I think might work easier for her." Stephen asked politely, as he quickly walked into the house, then returned carrying a bottle of lube that Palen recognised. Stephen squirted a large amount into his left palm, then added more up and down Palen's firm length - the stallion squirming and nickering in pleasure until Stephen had given a reasonably even coating down to the medial ring.

"Rosie, come here love - I think this way of lovemaking will be easier for you - " Stephen told her, as Rosie obediently rose and walked over.

With some difficulty, Rosie was positioning over Palen's broad belly, her tail upright and Stephen lifted Palen's penis up, then gently squirted some more lube over Rosie's soft folds, using three fingers to slip some inside her, as she gasped and squirmed - before Stephen wiped his sticky hands on the grass and carefully positioned Palen's penile head against Rosie's slick folds.

"Rosie, take your time love, nice and gentle now - the lube will help Palen mount you - but this way, you'll be able to control the mating - take him as much, or as little, as you like - just nice and...steady at first, alright?"

Rosie nodded, then wriggled her hind hips and shuddered, as Palen grunted as Rosie pushed back and Palen's penis head popped into her - before Rosie gasped and panted for a few heartbeats - feeling her tight vaginal walls gripping the stallion's penis firmly - but as Stephen promised - the lube made the experience easier, and Rosie swallowed, before pushing backwards a little further, then pulling him free again as Palen snorted and squirmed beneath her.

Again, Stephen helped position Palen's penis - and Rosie pushed back - taking four inches inside her as she sighed and squirmed, then nodded and Palen grunted as Rosie slid herself backwards, slow but steadily - until she felt her stretched labia rubbing against the medial ring - and with a soft gasp, she pushed back a little further then squealed as Palen's penis flinched and he pushed inside her, the labial folds sliding over his medial ring as he nickered when Rosie's body instinctively squeezed down and Palen began panting - the first squirts of his pre-ejaculate making Rosie squeal and Stephen looked at her, before Rosie sharply shook her head.

"I'm...alright..." Rosie gasped, then looked down at Palen, folding her legs so they knelt on Palen's chest, him gazing up at her with a look of concern and worry.

"Rosie, gently love - " Stephen whispered, as he watched Rosie squirm and slide a little further backwards, almost taking Palen's full length down to the leathery sheath.

Rosie nodded, as she bit her lower lip and pulled forwards, making Palen snort as she slid herself almost fully out - then pushed back with more enthusiasm, feeling the stallions large penis sliding against her tightening vaginal walls - and another squirt of Palen's pre-ejaculate squirted into her body - which blended with the lube to make their mating easier - then Rosie blinked as she felt Stephen place his hands on her rump, then his fingers tickled her tail and watched it frizzle out.

"Rosie...can I...I've wanted to try this for a while and - I know you trust me my love - " Stephen whispered, as Rosie snapped her head around, then her eyes widened as she seen him standing behind both her and Palen, his penis at full arousal.

"I'm not sure if - " Rosie whispered, then swallowed and shivered, causing Palen to grunt beneath her as she involuntarily squeezed his enfolded penis. "I...trust you - Stephen - please be gentle..."

"I will my love, I promise!" Stephen smiled, as he squirted more lube along Palen's exposed length - then watched as he snorted and gave a short thrust - ploughing back inside Rosie who squealed and shuddered, a drool of saliva dribbling from her muzzle as the lube done what it was supposed to do - and began warming, easing the mating between doe and stallion.

Stephen waited until Rosie was settled, before he tenderly rubbed his lubed penis head against her tight tail hole, then she nodded twice and Stephen gripped her hips gently, before he pushed against her - feeling Rosie's tight sphincter parting as he slid himself up into her anal passage and Rosie gasped in surprise and pleasure - Stephen easily sliding himself completely into her until her tail was pressed firmly against his belly and he grunted in pleasure as he began a sensual thrusting - both stallion and human mating Rosie, was beyond anything even her conditioning had prepared her for - and every time Palen thrust against her - Stephen could feel the pressure of the stallions length inside Rosie, as he pushed back deep inside her, feeling Rosie squirm and tremble in her arousal and pleasure

"You...feel amazing, love - " Stephen panted, as he slid his hands down her flanks and under her belly, then began sensuously caressing and stroking her udder and teats.

"I - " Rosie gasped, then shuddered as Palen thrust again, his thrusts growing increasingly more vigorous - but still very controlled, as he couldn't use his full strength, mating Rosie on his back like this. "I can feel Palen and you inside me - its - I've never experienced this..."

"Promise, you'll tell me, if it hurts you honey - I'll stop and get Palen to dismount if it's hurting you!"

"No...please don't...don't stop - " Rosie gasped and squirmed, as she flickered her tail faster and faster, the pleasure of having her teats and udder gentle squeezed and rubbed was bringing her to orgasm faster than she could explain.

Rosie squealed and trembled, her vaginal walls squeezing down on Palen, as her orgasm flooded her body and Palen squealed loud and long, as he trembled and thrust twice - before his own orgasm spurted and Rosie gasped - feeling the hot, sticky stallions come flooding into her body and then squirting into her uterus - the pain was extreme, but Rosie bit down on her lower lip and squirmed, body instinctively milking Palen of every drop of his semen she could get from him, then Stephen grunted, feeling Rosie push back - and that was all he needed as she squealed again and Stephen come deep up inside her anal passage, the heat of it and the lube making Rosie tremble from ears to hooves in pleasure and surprise.

“Fuck, Rosie, I'm so sorry - I thought I'd last longer..." Stephen panted, as he slumped over her rump and stroked her sides.

"Rosie...are you alright - " Palen nickered, as he licked her muzzle and neck, concern on his face as he looked up at her, his breath flaring his nostrils.

"I'm...sore - " Rosie admitted, as she timidly flagged her tail against Stephen's belly and pushed back against both stallion and human - feeling them still fully aroused and their musky scent mingling to create a sensual scent for her nostrils as she shuddered and squirmed. "That is irrelevant, I just hope I pleased you - Stephen..."

Stephen shivered, then dismounted and helped Rosie to dismount from Palen, then Palen winced as a gush of his sticky semen flooded out of Rosie's vagina and splashed over his belly, before his penis slapped his stomach with a wet squelch.

"My my," Stephen chuckled, then held Rosie gently, as she trembled and slapped her tail down, feeling Palen's semen soaking into the pale fur of her groin.

"I think we need a bath - " Rosie muttered, as she nuzzled against Stephen.

"I think you're right, come on you two, lets get you cleaned up, and Rosie, thank you - for a wonderful experience, truly..." Stephen smiled as he watched Palen roll over, the look of displeasure on the stallion's muzzle unmistakable, as his semi-erect penis dribbled semen onto the grass, before he shook himself and nodded.

"That's a wonderful idea..." Palen snorted, as he stretched and obediently followed the quivering Rosie, smelling the scent of a well pleased doe - and his beloved human owner.

*

Quietly, both Rosie and Palen followed Stephen, but he wasn't unmindful of how carefully Rosie placed her cloven hooves.

"Are you alright Rosie?" Stephen asked, as he paused, then stroked her neck gently.

"I'm – not feeling well," Rosie admitted, unable to lie and hanging her head. "I know Palen tries to be gentle master – I don't think it was a good idea, for him to mate with me."

Stephen frowned, then knelt down and cupped Rosie's head in his hands, gently stroking her cheeks wit his thumbs.

"Do you feel sick? Do I need to call the Veterinarian honey?" Stephen asked, his concern genuine, then he felt Palen's breath on his neck, as the Stallion come over and looked at Rosie, then lightly nuzzled her.

"I'm – sore, master," Rosie whispered. "May I go lay down please?"

Stephen rose, then he nodded, feeling ashamed and guilty, he had inadvertently caused one of his beloved companions pain. He was modestly certain that Rosie wasn't seriously hurt – but having experienced mating with Palen himself, he truly empathised with the shivering young Doe.

"Go on, let me know if you want anything dear heart, I'll come check on you soon, I promise!" Stephen told her, then stood, resting his hand on Palen's neck, the look of misery and suffering on Palen's face was heartbreaking.

After the door hissed close, Palen began sobbing, dropping to his knees and shaking with grief.

"I never meant to hurt her master, please do not punish me – I tried to be good, truly I did and - " Palen whickered, fearing for his life.

"Shh, Palen, hey, come on – if anyone is to blame, it is me. I indulged in a fantasy, a stupid, sick fantasy, that hurt poor Rosie, and I've probably..." Stephen sighed, then slumped onto his buttocks, cradling the crying stallion's head in his lap. "It was my fault Palen! I know that and I don't blame either of you. You're – conditioned – to obey my desires and wishes, I wish I could absolve you of this, its unnatural, you're both sentient, gentle nature and beautiful creatures You should not be forced into things against your wishes and desires"

Palen sniffled, his broad nostrils flaring as he swallowed and swept his ears back.

"Master...Stephen - " Palen began, then his voice cracked and he swallowed again, ears flattening back against his neck.

"What is it Palen?" Stephen asked, almost offhandedly, as his mind was more on poor Rosie.

"Rosie and I..I mated with her the other day...she – she wanted practice with me, as she sensed that you might - " Palen's muzzle shut with a snap and he flinched, expecting to get at least a sharp slap.

"I know - " Stephen whispered, as he placed his palm on Palen's forehead, then gently rubbed up between the quivering stallions ears.

"You - " Palen gasped, eyes widening.

"I knew Palen, my security cameras recorded it, I'm not angry with you – or with her – foolish young doe she is, that was very risky Palen, very risky! I know you'd never harm her intentionally, yet please, promise me Palen – " Stephen sighed, then he gently ruffled Palen's ears. "Rosie is young, you both are, just promise me – you may mate with her, if she consents, I won't deny that to you both, I just want to make sure you're as gentle as you can be with her, alright?"

"You're – not angry with me?" Palen murmured, his eyes slowly opening and looking up through his long lashes at Stephen.

"You're both my lovers, my companions – and my friends, I want us to be friends Palen. All of us, I will find a way to break your compulsions that compel you to obey me. If you wish to mate with me, I want it of your own desire and wishes – not because I ask it of you, do you understand me?" Stephen asked, as he resumed stroking Palen's forehead.

"I – think so - " Palen swallowed impulsively, then nodded weakly. "We can not willingly break our...conditioning, we are incapable of it, please, can you help us?"

Stephen thought for a long while, his hand absently petting Palen, before he nodded.

"I will Palen, I promise, it'll be my overriding order – from this moment on-wards, you and Rosie are to try and help me, however you can, to break your conditioning. I want you both to be free, to do as you wish, obey if you desire, to express yourselves, your feelings and your desires most of all. To keep you both as, well, as slaves and sexual partners who live only to fulfil my needs and desires, this is wrong!"

Palen listened, absorbing everything Stephen said, remaining motionless.

"It's – I should never have gotten you both imprinted, that was, wrong and I will forever be eternally sorry for what I had done to you. You should have been what you are, kind, loving and gentle creatures. How could I be so misguided, so – selfish – as to put my own sexual fantasies first, without thought or feeling for how you both must feel?"

"Steven - " Palen began, before he frowned and thought for a moment. "We have no – feelings one way or the other. We are conditioned and such, to obey, without thought, reason or discussion. We do not, and can not, due to what was done to us, say 'no' to our owner. We would – it would hurt us terribly, to break that overriding order, that compulsion that is so deeply buried in our minds."

Standing, Stephen began pacing, as Palen rose and shook himself, obediently following his master like a love sick puppy.

"Then how do we do it? I want, above all else, for you and Rosie to consent, of your own free will and desires. Tell me what you want, if you want sexual pleasure, then please, tell me so! If you just want to lay with me on the bed, or the couch, or even here, in my back yard? Do not fear to speak up and say so. I would never hurt one of you, ever, because you dared to refuse a direct order, you know that, don't you?"

"I understand Stephen," Palen signed, as he pawed at the ground with a small hoof. "I can not, obey or do such, it violates the conditioning, which in turn, causes one such as us pain. More we resist and refuse, the worse the pain, but, I am sure I speak for Rosie and myself, we both thank you for your kindness, your love, your affections and above all – your trust in us, as we love and trust you."

Stephen sighed, slowing his pacing, before he lent against Palen, who splayed out his legs and supported his beloved owner happily.

"Then I fear we have an impasse - " Stephen pondered. "I do not know how to undo what was done to you, you can not break it yourselves..."

"You have already given us more freedom, love and trust, than we have right to deserve, Stephen - " Rosie's sibilant voice come from behind them.

Palen's ears snapped back and he turned his head, looking at Rosie, She approached, definitely a tremble in her four legs, before she nuzzled Palen adoringly, then rubbed her head against Stephen's thigh.

"How much of that did you hear?" Stephen asked, as he knelt down and wrapped his arms around Rosie's neck, giving her a soothing cuddle.

"I heard only the last, mast..." Rosie swallowed, her ears flicking as she quivered. "Stephen..."

"I know it must be hard Rosie," He told her, as he sat down, and pet the ground beside him, Rosie obediently laying down and resting her head on his lap. "Please, try to remember my dear, sweet doe – call me Stephen, alright?

Stephen's fingers walked down her back then his fingers splayed out as he rubbed over her belly – his eyes widening in surprise and alarm as he felt the taught flesh beneath it. His eyes widened even further, as he carefully felt the firmness, tenderly caressing, poking and touching, to which Rosie willingly submit.

"Are you - " Stephen whispered, confusing fighting with fear in his pheromones and voice.

"I believe - " Rosie swallowed, and a tremble ran through her.

"That's not..I mean - " Stephen blinked twice, then his eyes widened. "I thought all Inteli-Pet's were...incapable of..."

"Oh - " Rosie blushed, her slender ears turning crimson. "No, I'm...I'm not with fawn, Stephen...it's – its a mixture of drinking too much water, and dear Palen's...gift..."

alen looked at Rosie, then turned his head away, hiding his displeasure at the Doe's carefully worded lies, for he could smell it in her scent – it was unmistakable, and unforgivable – it had the potential to destroy them both, if it was ever found out...

*

Steven led both Palen and Rosie to the bathroom, where he instructed Palen to stand in the oversized shower, before he adjusted the water spray and took the hand held shower rose off the war.

"It's not too hot, is it Palen?" Stephen asked, as he held his fingers under the water, testing the temperature.

"It's fine, thank you." Palen smiled, as he patiently stood, the water sluicing off his body and swirling down the drain.

Stephen nodded, watching as Rosie lay down on the floor and curled up, tucking her nose under her hind leg, then drifting off into a light sleep.

"It never fails to amaze me -" Stephen pondered, as his hand rested on Palen's neck.

Palen blinked, then lifted his head, the look of confusion evident in his body posture and eyes.

"Sorry Palen, I meant to say, how animals can just lay down and go straight to sleep, how do you do it?"

Palen pondered a moment, before he responded. "I think, its because we are unburdened by human emotions, like guilt and such – humans, if you'll pardon the language Stephen, they're, well – they're so conflicted. Their minds must be so filled with extraneous thoughts and emotions and such, but I am mere speculating, I do not know, I don't think I can know..."

Stephen thought on the words for a while, as he began shampooing Palen's fur, using brushes to ensure it got down to his skin, paying particular attention to his mane and tail. Palen waited patiently, standing still before Stephen touched the back of his left leg, and Palen obediently lifted it up, letting Stephen check and wash the hoof.

"Palen, may I ask you something?" Stephen asked, as he soaked Palen's belly fur, then began scrubbing it, gobbets of shampoo plopping onto the floor.

"Of course Stephen, your wishes are our commands,what do you wish to speak of?"

Stephen's fingers caressed and stroked Palen's sheath, the young stallion giving a weak quiver before he relaxed his penile muscles and his penis slid from the velvety sheath. Stephen smiled and caressed Palen's neck, then used both hands to begin washing Palen's penis.

"I'm concerned Palen," Stephen sighed, as he scrubbed the stallion's length, then reached back and lightly caressed the dark, velvety scrotum. "I'm very concerned, what if I can not break you and Rosie of your conditioning?"

Palen quivered – he couldn't help it, the pleasurable touches and sensations Stephen's fingers were bringing him were undeniable, but he controlled himself and forced his eager body to relax and ignore the arousing sensations.

"That is a question I can not answer truthfully. As you know, all Inteli-Pet's are imprinted with the ability to speak, to think and above all – to obey our owner. In this case, that is you."

Steven sighed, then sat on the edge of the shower on a small stool, idly stroking Palen's wet, soapy rump thoughtfully.

"I feel guilty, terrible shame and guilt, that I had you both given the deep conditioning, just so I could - "

Palen turned his head and nuzzled Stephen gently, then gave a quiet nicker.

"We obey, in this, we are content. You love us, you feed us, you keep us warm, content and safe. Is this any different from how a human would treat their pet dog for example?"

"You're not pets!" Stephen countered. "You're intelligent, thoughtful, sentient creatures! A dog is smart – yes – can be taught to fetch, come, stay, etc..."

"We are created in a laboratory, by human scientists, for humans – we know no other way or life, until I was imprinted, I was a blank slate – an empty shell, same as Rosie."

"It's – not the same, you think, you feel, you have emotions you suppress – is it because of your inhibitions forced on you? We could say you are just as intelligent and sentient as any human, living or dead. Why can your rights not be respected and such, just like any humans? You're not slaves, you're – well – you are servants under the eyes of the law."

"Ours is to obey our owner, in this, as I said, we are content. We can not, would not, disobey an order given to us. Why do you sound so upset Stephen? Are you unhappy with us?

Stephen sighed, then stroked Palen's forehead tenderly. "No, my dear, sweet stallion. I could never be unhappy with either of you. I just – I wish - "

Palen nuzzled Stephen, giving comfort as best he could, as his mind churned with thoughts and feelings – but fur furred muzzle showed none of the conflict within him, so well did he mask it.

"Stephen, please, try to understand," Palen spoke calmly, as he continued nuzzling Stephen, sensing his owners distress.

"We are – not what we appear. We were created by the Inteli-Pet Corporation, from genetic templates of the animals we appear to be. Whether we are created to just be companions for our owners, or given the deep conditioning – it means nothing to us. We are incapable, mentally and physically, of disobedience of the compulsions within us. If, by some method I do not know, that inhibition and control was broken – our very lives, were it to be known, would be forfeit. You love us, unconditionally and without any hesitation, and we reciprocate that love and affection."

Stephen picked up the shower rose, then washed down Palen's belly.

"It's still not right Palen. Making love with you and Rosie, I can't lie – it feels incredible, you're both everything I dreamed of! You're both so gifted, talented and – how do I find the words?"

Palen smiled, then nuzzled at Stephen's chest, before resting his wet head on Stephen's shoulder, giving him the equivalent of an equine cuddle.

"I understand what you're trying to say Stephen, thank you, it means the world to us, to know you are happy and content."

Stephen laughed quietly, then cuddled Palen around the neck, before he helped Palen from the shower and began drying him off. Rosie awoke with a snort, then rose and stretched, her spine crackling as she lowered her forequarters. Her teardrop like tail flickered thrice, before she stood up and shook herself, gazing at Palen and Stephen, before carefully stepping into the shower and awaiting her own attentions from her beloved owner.

After thirty minutes, Palen was mostly dry, he nuzzled Stephen's cheek and left the bathroom, before Stephen turned his attentions on Rosie, who gazed at him with a look of trust and love, her slender tail flickering too and fro.

"Now Rosie, your turn -"

Rosie squealed and giggled shyly, as Stephen began wetting her down from neck to hooves, his fingers massaging and tenderly stroking, before he slid his hands across her belly, feeling the tightness and her uncomfortable tremble.

"It's alright Rosie, that, gods, that must be so discomforting to you, I think I can help you, if you trust me, alright?"

Rosie twisted her head about to look at him, before she shuddered and squatted, her tail raising as she trembled and her ears slicked back. Stephen watched as Rosie remained like that for a few moments, then she grunted in relief and gave a tight muscular contraction. As he watched, Rosie shuddered as her muscles bunched and writhed across her withers and belly, then the dribble of Palen's semen become a flood, spattering onto the wet shower floor as Rosie wilfully purged her body of the Stallion's sperm.

When at last she was finished, she gasped and shuddered, panting heavily and Stephen washed her rump and hind legs, hosing away the sticky semen then he blinked, having never imagined Rosie was capable of that. He caressed her gently, feeling her belly greatly reduced in size – more its normal appearance and she gratefully accepted Stephen's comforting hold as her knees trembled.

"How did you - " Stephen whispered. "I had no idea, Palen could – well – could come that much!"

Rosie shuddered and looked down at the last of Palen's sticky offering, as it gurgled and swirled down the drain.

"All Doe's have some sort of ability, to purge their bodies of the sperm of an unwanted Buck's mating. Mine is more refined, I think, its something they did when I was created, as we're made to pleasure our owner – and seeing as I don't have hands, well, paws, I couldn't clean myself up easily. I can – only imagine – how it must feel, if you were to wish to breed with me and I'd - "

Rosie swallowed, then hung her head in shame and embarrassment. Steven lifted her head up, and lovingly looked into her eyes.

"Honey, its alright, you did what you felt you had too, I apologise to you Rosie, what I asked you to do, I'm sorry, it was wrong – and..."

Rosie blinked, then nuzzled Stephen affectionately.

"Please, don't be angry with yourself -" Rosie whispered, her ears slicked back and her eyes wide and concerned. "Palen did not hurt me that much, nor did you. It was – more uncomfortable, than anything. I'm – a little sick in my belly, but it will pass, we did what we did, out of love and trust in you. You wanted to try something, we are compelled to obey you, but please master, I beg of you – please do not ever do that again? Please?"

*

Stephen agreed with Rosie's desires, promising her never to subject the sweet, young doe to that sort of unnatural mating again. Thankful for his consideration, Rosie licked his cheek and stepped from the shower, where Stephen dried her off and she walked through his house, following Palen's scent.

Outside, Palen cropped the sweet grass, but as he heard Rosie's clopping hooves, his ears snapped backwards and he turned on her, giving her a sharp, savage bite to the shoulder. Rosie squealed and backed away, but Palen forced her into a corner. He looked up, to ensure there were no cameras – now he knew of them, before he bit her again and pushed her down onto her knees before him.

"You lied to him!" Palen hissed at her, his eyes filled with rage and his displeasure.

"I had too!" Rosie wept, the large tears sliding down her muzzle, as she cowered before the angry stallion. "What would our master do, if he ever discovered that we're not infertile? Especially me? Do you not think he knows what happens to us, if their sterilisation didn't take? As far as our master is concerned – he can mate to me as often as he likes – I'm – incapable of conceiving, or so he thinks..."

"You better hope he never finds out little one – he thinks the world of you," Palen snorted, the turned his back on Rosie, before he sniffled through his nostrils, trying to hide his own pain.

Timidly, Rosie crept back to her hooves and nervously approached Palen, before she nudged him gently. He glanced sideways at her, and Rosie's heart sank when she seen the stallion's own tears coursing down his cheeks.

"He loves you more than you know little doe - " Palen choked out, before he hung his head in sadness.

"He loves both of us!" Palen insisted as she knelt down and nudged him again.

"Does he just? Does he really?" Palen asked her, glancing sideways at her again, before turning away. "I'm not so sure anymore."

"Ours is not to question the will of our owner – how are you even -" Rosie frowned, unable to make sense of this strange change in Palen.

"How? How do you think I know!" Palen snarled at her, then seeing Rosie's eyes widen in fear, he swallowed and gently nuzzled her. "Rosie, I'm sorry – I did not mean to snap at you..."

Rosie trembled, but kept herself meek and submissive before Palen, sensing great changes were coming in him – and it was hurting him more than he let on. Subtle hints in his scent, the way he spoke and other things, made Rosie more afraid than she had ever been in her life.

"Palen, please – you're scaring me!" Rosie sobbed, unable to comprehend what Palen was suffering, this in turn, was hurting her mentally.

"He hates me!" Palen wailed, stamping a hoof on the ground. "He would rather mate with you, than with me – I see how it is, because you're a Doe, I smell his scent when he's aroused and near you, his heart desires you and you alone! I'm just a – an inconvenience, he has second doubts about purchasing me, I know it!"

"Please Palen, stop!" Rosie wept, was she tried to calm him.

"Why? Why live a lie, why obey...obey him - " Palen screamed, a loud, feral whinny of fright, agony and suffering, before he collapsed and began convulsing, blood trickling from his nostrils.

"MASTER!" Rosie shrieked, as she bolted towards the house. "Master, please – we need you!"

*

Rosie was locked in her bedroom, her cries and sobbing heartbreaking, as the Veterinarian come and examined Palen.

"Sir," Spoke the Veterinarian. "I'm detecting abnormalities in the blood work, has this pet been subjected to terrible stress recently?"

Stephen sat slumped in the chair, beside himself with grief and worry for both Palen and Rosie, then his head snapped up and he blinked, his mind having been a thousand light years away.

"Sorry – what?" Stephen asked, confusion on his face mixed with grief.

"This stallion – has he eaten any strange feed lately, or been sick, or - "

"No, none of that – they were very specific about how to care for them."

Checking Palen's heart rate, the Vet Tech's placed all manner of sticky pads on Palen's neck, chest and head, then attached them to leads and in turn, to a small hand held device.

"Base code is – it's stable, deep -" One of the Vet Tech's glanced at Stephen, a sickened look on his face, before it vanished and he resumed his professional demeanour.

"Wait, picking up errors on the obedience code, gods, what in hell happened here? It's like – like someone went in there and scrambled it, such an occurrence has never happened in the past two hundred years!"

"Please tell me he will be alright!" Stephen sobbed, his heart torn out of his chest as he grieved for Palen, fearing the worst – that his beloved companion would die – or be taken from him.

"Sir, we don't know half of what's wrong – the – coding for certain triggers and actions has been completely scrambled beyond repair. His inhibitions, his loyalty, all of it, that compels him to obey without thought? Well – that's how they're designed at the Corporation. They're never meant to gain sentience – like us...it's – not possible. They are genetically grown, imprinted deep into their minds, to obey without question, to do whatever they can, to please and assist their – owner -"

"Just skip the science lecture - " Stephen screamed at him, his hands balling into fists. "Will he live?"

"I – do not know, truthfully, whatever has done this damage to him, its unprecedented. It shouldn't have happened, it can't happen! He is in a coma. Part of him, the imprint all Inteli-Pet's receive as a baseline? It's intact, and working correctly."

Consulting his tablet that was attached by the wires to Palen, the Vet Tech frowned, then turned to Stephen, trying to be professional and detached, but he knew Stephen needed the truth.

"However – this is speculation, but the base code, if he revives, will try and, the best word for it, is reboot his cognitive patterns and try to repair the other damaged code. There is no guarantees. He might come out of it, changed, then he will have to be destroyed. He might come out of it and be wiped clean, l;like he was just delivered – no memories of you, no imprint of your appearance, voice pattern or scent. Or – or he might come out of it – not at all..."

"What can you do for him?" Stephen asked.

"Presently? In this state?" Asked the tech, as he tapped on the screen and read the responses. "Sir, if you are a religious man – I'd start praying..."

*

After the tech had gone, Stephen lay a thick blanket over Palen, then rested the stallions head on a pillow. Mindful of the drips the tech had put into Palen to keep him hydrated, Stephen knelt and gently stroked Palen's neck, feeling the thready pulse.

"Come back to me, please..." Stephen wept unashamedly, then he sniffled as he heard a sobbing cry.

Rosie crept from her room, her head down and ears flattened, as she approached and knelt down, resting her head on Palen's shoulder.

"Master - " Rosie sniffled, trying to be brave, but the tears began shimmering in her eyes.

Stephen ignored the fact she called him Master, just sat down and pulled Rosie close, stroking her sides as the doe began to cry quietly, Stephen joining with her.

As if reading her troubled mind, Stephen caressed Rosie, trying to calm her, before he answered her unspoken question.

"Rosie, my love – I do not now, its up to Palen now, its out...of our hands..."

*

For the next two weeks, Rosie slept and stayed by Palen's side, only leaving to go outside to go to the toilet. She refused food, getting weak and gaunt, until at last Stephen forced her to eat. Rosie kept watch over Palen, laying her head on his shoulder and staying with him day and night. Eventually, Stephen took the weak and exhausted doe, holding her in his arms and he carried her to his bed and lay her down.

“Master - “ Rosie whispered, then struggled to get back to her hooves, but her body was weak and exhausted, almost emaciated, and her head slumped back onto the pillow as she shuddered.

“Rosie, honey, please – you won't do Palen any good, if you starve yourself my love.”

“He needs me - “ Rosie began, then she shuddered and moaned softly, as Stephen depressed the plunger on the needle in her neck, the sedative working swiftly, dragging the doe into a deep, restful sleep.

“I'm sorry dear Rosie,” Stephen sighed, as he stroked her ears and draped a blanket over her. “I can not afford to lose both of you, I love you both so very very much.”

Quietly, he walked out of his bedroom, and lay down behind Palen, pulling the blanket up over them both, as he rested his arm over Palen's unconscious body, feeling the heart beat faint but stronger.

Come back to us Palen, please - “ Stephen murmured. “You've got to come back to us - “

*

Next morning, Stephen awoke, weak, stiff and exhausted. He took nearly ten minutes to get up off the floor, eventually resorting to pressing against Palen's hind hips to help himself get up. As he staggered into the kitchen, he prepared his breakfast with a heavy heart. He was lost without Palen, he knew that, but he did not know to help his beloved companion – or even if he could...

*

Stephen awoke with a snort, laying beside Palen again, when he felt the stallions body convulse, then a weak, gasp escaped Palen's muzzle.

“Palen? PALEN?” Stephen screamed in joy, sitting up and dragging Palen's head into his lap, tilting it back to Palen's airways were less constricted.

“Mas - “ Palen gasped, his eyelids flickering, as he struggled to draw strength to open them.

“I'm here, oh my dear, sweet, beautiful stallion, I'm here my love - “

“I - “ Palen shuddered and went limp again.

Stephen thought the worst had happened, but he held his fingers firmly against Palen's throat, feeling the heart beating much quicker, the pulse growing stronger by the minute. Quickly, Stephen fetched a bowl of cold water and he shook Palen until the groggy stallion awoke. Stephen managed to roll him onto his knees and held the bowl up to Palen's muzzle.

Gratefully, Palen dipped his head and began slurping down the water, it seeming to awaken and revitalise him. After a few aborted attempts, Palen managed to get his front hooves under himself and he stood up, all four hooves splayed out as he shook himself and trembled as if stricken by a virulent flu.

Palen frowned, then shook his head and snorted, before he backed away a few steps, staring at Steven as if he wasn't there.

“Palen? Are you alright honey? It's me – Stephen - “

“You...” Palen whispered, then his frown deepened and his ears snapped back, his eyes narrowing as his nostrils flared.

“Hey, Palen – it – its alright!” Stephen gasped, as he moved backwards.

Palen snorted, stepping forwards, before he glared with a malevolence at Stephen.

“YOU HATE ME!” Palen suddenly screamed in rage and grief.

Confused, Stephen held out his hands in a placating gesture, then shook his head.

“No, Palen, oh my dear, sweet, loving companion – why do you say such terrible things? Of course I don't hate you, I love you and Rosie both!”

“Ros...what did you do to her?” Palen snarled, as he stepped closer. “Where is she?”

“Rosie's...sleeping Palen, please, calm down, its alright, I don't know what's wrong with you, but this – this isn't who you are. You're kind, gentle, loving...come on, easy now...”

“I...” Palen blinked and shook his head, confused and angry, the two emotions fought with equal strength inside his mind – the conditioning trying to reassert itself, but something, some spark inside of him, fought the compulsion. “NO!”

“What did you say Palen?” Stephen asked, dumbfounded.

“NO!” Palen screamed at him. “I will...I will not – will not – obey!”

Stephen stopped, stunned in his tracks, as Palen screamed and dropped to his knees, shaking and sobbing helplessly. He collapsed onto his side, his legs twitching and the convulsions growing worse, before Stephen ran to him, wisely standing behind him, then held the stallions head in his lap.

“No, I will...not obey – anymore - “ Palen gurgled, his eyes rolling and body shaking as he willingly fought the conditioning forced upon him.

Stephen was confused, not understanding, as Palen screamed again, the agony in the terrified Stallion's cries unmistakable. Blood cascaded from Palen's nostrils and mouth, as he thrashed and kicked wildly.

“Mas...master, please – it – it hurts so bad!” Palen ground out from between his clenched jaws.

Not knowing what to do, Stephen rose, then he leaned back and snapped his hand across Palen's cheek with a sickening slap. Palen screamed again and again, before Stephen hit him even harder, then yelled at him, Stephen's voice filled with grief, love and anger.

“Get up damn you Palen, you hear me – get up and do what you're told, now!”

Palen's body responded before his mind caught up, and he rolled to his hooves and stood, his body shaking, before Stephen raised his hand again – then Palen shuddered once and swallowed, his ears timidly flicking forwards.

“Please...don't - “ Palen whispered, eyes wide and fearful.

Stephen lowered his hand, then carefully reached it out, his fingers brushing Palen's nose, as the equine took a deep, shuddering breath, re-bonding himself to Stephen's scent.

“I'm...” Palen began, then nervously swished his tail, his ears flicking too and fro.

Stephen stared into Palen's eyes, then he gestured at the floor. “Palen, kneel down.”

“I - “ Palen's knees buckled, before he snorted and lifted his head up. “Nnnngh...no!”

Stephen stared incredulously. “What...what did you say to me?”

“I said...nnnn...no!” Palen spoke, his voice stronger and more assertive. “I will...not obey you, Stephen. You...you no longer – control me...”

*

Stephen stood before Palen, watching the Stallion, who's body language and eyes, not to mention his ears, showed aggression and fear. Stephen knew this was risky – very risky – Palen could very well snap and attack. Even though Palen was small, he still possessed the musculature and hard hooves of his kind – and instincts couldn't be bred out of his kind.

Stephen decided to be bold and fearless, as he stepped forwards. It didn't escape his notice, that the small Stallion had is ears pinned, nostrils flaring and a look of pure, unbridled anger in his eyes.

Stephen gripped Palen by the cheeks and lifted his head up, forcing Palen to stare into his eyes. For a moment, Palen's rage held, before he quivered and tears shimmered in his eyes, before his self-control shattered like crystal and he began sobbing in great, choking wails.

“Help me...please?” Palen howled, his nostrils dripping mucus and the tears streaming.

Stephen cuddled Palen close, holding him tight, as the stallion wept like a newborn foal. His conditioning shattered beyond repair, Palen was lost, confused and upset – he did not know how to act, what to do. His mind was fragmented, broken, disjointed, pieces that would never fit back together again, sprinkling his mind like a demolished vase.

“Oh my dear, sweet, gentle stallion - “ Stephen wept unashamedly, holding Palen tight as he buried his head against Palen's neck.

“I'm – so scared, please, you got to help me!” Palen whimpered, his body shaking with his stress and grief.

His whole way of thinking, his life was broken, irrevocably changed, he was free of the imprinting, free of the compulsion to obey without question – yet he did not understand this. He had no words to express his feelings – only a deep chasm in his mind that was before him.

“Who am I?” Palen cried helplessly. “Why am I here, where even is here? I'm so lost and confused, I don't understand what is happening to me!”

Stephen knelt, then gently took the Stallion's head back in his hands, lovingly caressing the golden cheeks and leaning his forehead against Palen's forelock.

“Palen, your name is Palen. You're - “ Stephen whispered, his voice soft and gentle, realising Palen was on the very precipice of a psychotic break. Palen's eyes rolled and he shuddered, but Stephen's gentle touch and words focused his turbulent mind and Palen clung to it like a life preserver.

“I'm...what?” Palen sniffled. “I'm...a horse, I know that – but...”

“Palen, my love, my companion and my friend – that is who you are, who you always were and always will be. Calm little one, its alright, I won't hurt you, I promise. Please, come lie down, I'll try to explain as best I can, lie down...please?”

Palen's ears flicked too and fro, before he slowly knelt and lay down, Stephen sitting and placing Palen's head on his lap as he lovingly caressed Palen's neck, trying to soothe the tormented equine.

“What – what happened to me, I don't understand any of this, there's – memories, they're fragments, they don't make any sense!”

“Shhh, its alright love, shh, nobody will hurt you. As I said, your name is Palen, you're my friend, and my companion. There's another, Rosie, a doe – you're her friend, as you are me. She is shy, timid and afraid, but you care for her just as much as I love and care for you both.”

Palen sniffled and swallowed, before one eye rolled up to look at Stephen, then a frown creased Palen's forehead.

“Love...we – we were - “ Palen struggled, his mind trying to piece itself back together.

“We are Palen, but only – remember this, sweet, gentle stallion – we are lovers, only, with your consent and desire, do you understand? I will never compel you to mate with me, you are free of what was done to you. Your conditioning to obey has been broken. I do not know how, but you are free of that which made you obey me, do you understand? You are an individual, with your own heart, mind and spirit – free to do as you wish, when you wish. However - “

Palen kept looking at Stephen, his mind absorbing everything this enigmatic human told him, neural pathways reforging and making new linkages, slowly rebuilding itself.

“However?” Palen whispered, as he blinked away his tears and sniffled again.

“However – there are, unfortunately, certain rules you must obey, please! These are very very important Palen, I must stress this to you! If others – like me – come to my home, you must not speak unless spoken too, or do anything that would make them see you as anything other than my...pet. Do you understand?”

“Why? If you say - “ Palen frowned deeper, trying to formulate the words he needed.

“They will take you away from me my love, you will – bad people, will come and take you away forever. They must not know you've broken your conditioning, I beg of you, dear sweet Palen, promise me this one thing, please?”

Palen blinked, his confusion shining in his eyes, before he timidly nuzzled Stephen's chin.

“I – promise.” Palen whispered, placing his trust and faith in this human.

*

Stephen spent hours with Palen, explaining their love, their mutual trust and friendship, and when the young Stallion had absorbed all this, Stephen tried something new. Tenderly, he slid his hand along Palen's side, watching as Palen looked on with confusion, but no aggression.

“Easy sweety,” Stephen murmured, as he stroked Palen tenderly. “It's alright, trust me, I promise I won't hurt you.”

Palen nodded, but his ears went half-back in nervousness, as Stephen caressed, stroked and rubbed Palen's fine fur, building further trust and love with the stallion. As Stephen's hands slipped under Palen's belly, Palen shivered and nervously stamped a small hoof.

“Shh, its alright, shh - “ Stephen whispered, gently stroking Palen's forelegs.

“What – are you doing?” Palen nickered, unable to see a Stephen's hands slid under his belly and tenderly caressed the leathery sheath.

“As I said Palen, we are lovers. You're a kind, beautiful and gentle partner. I want you to trust me completely, as I do you. I won't hurt you, I promised you that, remember?”

“I - “ Palen flinched and trembled. “I remember.”

Delicately, Stephen squeezed the sheath with his fingers, feeling the phallus inside, as Palen's rearmost hoof snapped against the floor, the stallion quivering.

“Careful sweetheart, I know it feels strange, and probably a little frightening to you. Now, please, relax and let me show you, that's it, good boy...nice deep breaths. Now, relax the penile muscles for me please.”

Palen quivered, then he nodded thrice and Stephen gave an encouraging stroke of Palen's stomach. Palen's penis slid from its sheath, inch by inch, first the slightly ridged head, then quicker and quicker. In moments, his full length was exposed, a slight curve to it as it pointed towards the floor.

Gingerly, Stephen wrapped his fingers around it, just in front of the medial ring, before Palen's sudden, in-drawn breath made Stephen freeze.

It - “ Palen gasped in fright.

“Easy,” Stephen repeated, gently stroking Palen's stomach. “Good, great Palen! Beautiful, my dear, gentle stud!”

Palen flicked his ears, but felt his fear easing, as he assimilated the words of encouragement and Stephen's scent – one of fear, sure, but stronger and more immediate – was the scent of love and faith he had in Palen.

“Great, beautiful,” Stephen nodded and tenderly caressed Palen's length from behind the head, back to the sheath.

“I feel - “ Palen quivered, emotions conflicting and churning.

“Take your time love, there is no rush, I just want you to feel my hands, listen to my voice and trust me, okay? That's the important thing, is trust. I trust you, now, I need you to trust me, that I won't hurt you.”

Laying down, Stephen wriggled his upper body beneath Palen's belly, then with a light caress, Stephen tenderly kissed Palen's penis – here – there – another place. Palen gasped and his eyes widened, pleasure filling his body at the unexpected and sensual touches of Stephen's lips.

With a grunt, Palen quivered and Stephen chuckled softly, as the stallions limp penis become engorged. It slapped against Palen's belly, as the Stallion grunted and began humping his hips, his urges driving him almost like a feral stallion with a mare in heat.

“Palen, please – stop..>” Stephen yelped, as one of Palen's hooves smacked the floor less than an inch away from Stephen's head. “You've got control love, you're not a wild, untamed stallion. You can override your ancestral instincts, remember?”

“I – I feel - “ Palen gasped, his penis smacking against his belly again and again.

“Control dear heart, think, know yourself, you're not some wild, untamed stallion! You're a kind, gentle, sweet and passionate mate. Would you want to behave like this, if we were to mate? Do you know how much physical and emotional harm it would cause me? I'm not a mare Palen, you're not a stallion – in that sense – they act on instinct, you have a mind, emotions, feelings! Embrace the feelings, know yourself to be better than your ancestral urges.”

Palen frowned, then closed his eyes and stood for nearly ten minutes, until he finally relaxed and nodded, his emotional control reasserted as he forced the urges out of his mind, realising he could do great harm to this human. “I'm..sorry, I understand and – will try not to behave so.”

“I know you won't Palen, I know you, I know you're a beautiful, sweet and caring creature. You'd never harm me, or Rosie – intentionally. Now, please, stay here for a moment, I'll be right back, I promise.”

Stephen slipped from under Palen, then dissapeared down the hall, leaving Palen standing there, his penis still belly slapping, before Palen shuddered and a spurt of pre-ejaculate spattered his belly fur.

Returning a few moments later, naked as the day he'd been born, Stephen carried a towel and a large bottle. Stephen spread the towel on the floor, then he walked over to Palen, kneeling down beside him and again, tenderly caressing Palen's engorged member – but this time – Palen gasped, feeling some sticky fluid being spread from the slit of his penis, back to the medial ring.

“What are you - “ Palen grunted, feeling his penis become slippery and difficult for Stephen to grip.

“It – it will help you to mate with me Palen,” Stephen laughed softly. “It's alright, it won't hurt you.”

Flicking his ears, Palen frowned, then stood calmly, placing his faith in this human – wondering how it would feel, to mate with him...would it hurt? Would this stranger be harmed? Palen didn't know – part of him was afraid – part of him was confused and part of him – longed to find out...

*

“I - “ Palen swallowed, then quivered in fright.

“It's alright Palen, we've made love before honey, trust me, okay? You're a beautiful, gentle and affectionate partner, now, are you ready?”

Palen frowned, before he flicked his ears back and gave a timid nod. Stephen knelt before him, his knees on the towel, as he reached back and took Palen's front legs, pulling them towards him. Palen resisted at first, but Stephen encouraged him, then Palen trembled and moved forwards, as Stephen pulled him up onto his back.

“Good – good boy - “ Stephen grunted, adjusting to Palen's weight, until the stallion leaned back and took much of his weight on his hind hooves.

Stephen reached back with one hand, lightly taking Palen's lube slick penis in his hand, before he moved forwards and carefully guided the quivering stallion into the right position.

“Now, Palen?” Stephen shivered and swallowed. “Nice and gentle love, mount carefully, alright?”

“I'm – scared - “ Palen whispered.

“It's alright honey, trust me, it'll – ooh!”

Palen took a slight step forward, then his eyes widened as he felt Stephen's anal passage stretch, the stallion's penis sliding forwards and slightly up, eased in its passage by the lube.

With a sharp in-drawn breath, Palen grunted and twitched, before Stephen took a few quick breaths and sighed in pleasure as Palen's penile head applied pressure to Stephen's prostate.

“Oh, my dear stallion – you're – amazing...”

Palen twitched and took another tentative step, sliding down to his medial ring, which slipped into Stephen with a faint slurp.

“I'm not – hurting you – am I?” Palen whispered, lowering his head and gently nuzzling Stephen's shoulder.

“Not - “ Stephen grunted and pushed himself back, feeling Palen tense. “Not at all, you're – perfect honey, just – perfect...”

Palen blinked in confusion, something told him this was wrong – yet another part of him – was enjoying the sensation. It – felt good, to mate with Stephen, to feel the human beneath him, as Palen shuddered and pulled back – then nervously pushed forwards – Stephen nodding and moaning in pleasure as Palen mounted him again.

“Palen, you're – incred - “ Stephen began, before his eyes widened and Palen bit down on Stephen's shoulder and gave four quick pumps of his golden furred hips, before he bucked once and Stephen squealed as he felt Palen's orgasm inside him with a violent release. Hot, sticky and incredibly fulfilling, Palen's release was pleasure built on pleasure, before Stephen's own orgasm come like a storm, his penis flicking and spraying great sticky semen over his belly, chest, forearms and then dribbling onto the towel.

“I'm – I'm so sorry!” Palen squealed, as he released his jaws and tried to dismount, but Stephen grabbed Palen firmly around the front knees.

“Palen, stop!” Stephen gasped, adrenaline and endorphins flooding his body.

Something in Stephen's words made the stallion stop, as he shuddered from post-orgasm overload of his senses, his penis wilting slightly, but still far enough inside Stephen as to bring him a second orgasm, just as strong and powerful as the first.

*

After their lovemaking, Stephen knelt beneath Palen, savouring the pleasure, and quietly reassuring the frightened stallion, that it was fine, all was okay, and Stephen had loved their lovemaking. Palen was confused, but also felt warmth and love for Stephen, as his nostrils flared and he smelt the sweet sweat and knew Stephen had enjoyed it as much as Palen had.

“Do...we often – mate?” Palen asked, his mind still piecing together his fragmented memories.

“Only, if you wish it, my dear, beloved Palen. Now you've broken your conditioning, you're free to choose, free to ask if you wish relief or release, I won't mind – most of the time, like now – we're alone – so it's safe to make love with you.”

Palen's ears flicked, before he huffed through his nostrils, then carefully pulled back, before there as a wet squelch and he dismounted – Stephen grunting as he sighed and felt a sizeable amount of Palen's semen squirted from his anus, spattering his thighs and calves.

“Did I - “ Palen nickered, as he nuzzled Stephen gently.

“You're beyond pleasing honey,” Stephen smiled, as he stood up, then leaned over and cuddled Palen around the neck. “I love you, you know that, don't you? I love you and Rosie dearly, and I'd do anything I could to protect you both.”

“I...love you too, Stephen.” Palen spoke quietly, as he nuzzled Stephen's chest, then flicked his tail from side to side, his penis slowly dribbling on the towel, before Palen looked down. “It...love making is – rather – messy...”

“Don't worry about it Palen, its alright honey, its easily cleaned up – as long as you enjoyed it sweetheart, that's all that matters!”

“I – did - “ Palen admitted.

Stephen smiled, then hugged him gently around the neck again, before ruffling Palen's ears.

“Thank you -” Palen spoke quietly, before he nuzzled Stephen in return, and walked away, then outside, shaking his head slowly.

Stephen watched, then as he knelt down to pick up the semen spattered towel, he seen a pair of cloven hooves standing a few feet away. He yelped in surprise, then Rosie squealed and backed up, ears flat and eyes wide.

“Rosie!” Stephen panted, as he felt his heart climb back down out of his throat. “You scared me half to death love!”

“I...” Rosie whispered, before she timidly approached and nuzzled Stephen, before frowning and sniffing his groin, then giving it a shy, furtive lick.

“Hey!” Stephen squealed, his penis still hyper-sensitive.

Rosie flicked an ear, then knelt down and nuzzled it gently, before she licked it again, then opened her muzzle and took his penis into her mouth, her furred lips closing over it and beginning a gentle suckling.

“Rosie, honey – no, please, stop it – you don't have too do this...” Stephen grunted, before he shivered as Rosie looked up at him, then he gripped her ears tenderly and adjusted her head slightly.

Rosie heard the command and she obediently stopped, her mouth opening and she let Steven's penis slip free, before she looked up at him, gazing at him with love and adoration.

“Rosie, my dear, sweet doe - “ Stephen sighed, then gently released her ears and brushed them with his fingers, until she lay them back.

“Mas – I mean – Stephen?” Rosie asked him, as she lay down, folding her legs beneath her, eager and willing to obey.

Stephen crouched down, then he smiled at Rosie and stroked her neck tenderly, Rosie leaning happily into the affectionate touch.

“May I – may I try something with you? Please?” Stephen asked her, gently cupping her head in his hands and gazing into her dark brown eyes.

Rosie blinked, then nodded eagerly. “Of course, Stephen, I live to please you, my owner and - “

Stephen sighed softly, then shook his head. If Palen could break his conditioning, would it be possible for Rosie to do the same?

*

Rosie flagged her tail, gazing at Stephen with a look of love and trust, her head tilted slightly to the side.

“This will, it will be a little awkward love, so come with me, please?” Stephen asked, as he rose, then rolled up the towel and walked towards his bedroom.

Obediently, Rosie followed, her cloven hooves muffled by the thick carpet. Watching him, Rosie saw him drop the towel into the clothes hamper, before he caressed her neck lovingly and led her into the bedroom.

Here, he lay down and pet the bed, Rosie climbing onto it, then laying herself against him, so she could nuzzle and lick his throat.

“What do you need Stephen?” Rosie asked, her tail thudding against the bed, eager and willing to please her beloved owner.

Placing his hand gently on her, Stephen knelt on the bed, before he moved back, then lay with his head down near her teats. Gently, he lifted her hind leg up, and wriggled against her, before Rosie figured out what he was trying to do, before she squirmed a little, her nose brushing Stephen's limp penis, his nose touching her labial folds.

“Good girl, that's it - “ Stephen chuckled, feeling Rosie's slow, even breaths, her warm udder pressed to his throat, before he used two fingers to playfully spread apart her folds.

Rosie squealed, unable to help herself, as Stephen's tongue began lapping and exploring, finding the sensitive clitoris and flickering over it. Squirming helplessly, Rosie's mind fell away, as she become enraptured by the sensations and the pleasures her lover was giving her.

“You're - “ Stephen paused for a moment, kissing here here, there, that other place – as Rosie squealed again and trembled in happiness and rising arousal. “So deliciously warm and the taste of you...”

*

Her tail flagging wildly, Rosie squirmed as Stephen orally pleasured her for over two and a half hours – bringing the young doe multiple orgasms, until Rosie's body was soaked through with sweat, her breathing rough and panting.

Finally, he paused to catch his breath, then he lovingly caressed her pale belly, sighing in pleasure and Rosie took it on herself, to lick tentatively at Stephen's half erect penis, her sensual tongue swishing over its length then around it.

“Oh - “ Steven grunted, as he bucked against Rosie, making her pull her head back then snort, as a spurt of Stephen's pre-ejaculate spattered over her nose and muzzle.

Using her long tongue, Rosie cleaned it off, surprised and her muzzle slightly creasing, as truthfully, she didn't really enjoy pleasing him this way, but her compulsion come down hard on her and she closed her eyes.

Carefully, she lowered her head, feeling her cheeks billowing, as she took his entire length into her muzzle, her tongue pressed firmly against the underside of his member, as she began a careful suckling. It swiftly firmed and she lifted her head into a slightly better position, never once breaking contact, as she brought him to full erection, his penis rubbing against the bony ridges at the top of her muzzle every time she lifted her head, then lowered it back down.

“Rosie, you...” Stephen panted. “you don't have to do - “

Rosie blinked, before she closed her eyes again and resumed her affectionate pleasuring of her owner, her tail flagging happily as she swallowed the saliva that accumulated in her mouth.

Quickly, her training and imprinting brought Stephen to a quick, powerful orgasm – Rosie's eyes widening as she pressed her pale lips down, throat muscles working hard as she swallowed the bitter, salty semen – a few drops leaking from her muzzle and sliding back towards the base of his penis.

Rosie's mind was overwhelmed, she had not expected such a quick response sexually – nor such a strong, powerful orgasm from him. Her thoughts wandered, as she accessed her imprinted memories, but a part of her never relent, until she had swallowed the last of the bitter sperm, and licked him clean from root to stem before she lifted her head and coughed once, swallowing again.

“How...how do you - “ Stephen gasped, as he rolled away, then righted himself, moving back against Rosie, tucking her left front and hind legs over his shoulders and hips, then pressing against her warm furred body.

“I do not fully understand - “ Rosie whispered, as she swallowed again, her salivary glands still working overtime. “A part of me knows it's, well, wrong is the incorrect word, but its...”

“Unnatural - “ Stephen helped her, as he lovingly caressed her cheek, gazing into her dark, soulful eyes. “it is unnatural love, a sweet, beautiful doe like you, shouldn't be – compelled – to do sexual things, alien and strange to her, you understand that, don't you?”

“I - “ Rosie blinked, then she frowned, her confusion evident in her expression.

With a sigh, Stephen cuddled her gently, resting her head on his shoulder, as he stroked her back.

“Rosie, if you were a wild, feral doe – sure, say, I adopted you as a fawn, I raised you by hand, domesticated you -”

Rosie nodded slightly, her eyes closing as she listened to her owners calm voice.

“You might, when you were old enough, say – four or five, a full grown adult, you might consent to letting me mate with you, like how a stag mates with a doe – except a lot more gentle, like how we usually make love, do you understand?”

Rosie nodded again.

“Kindness, gentleness, carefully and patiently – is how we would make love. Id' never – ever – demand, or even ask, you to do what you just did! Sure, if you were curious – most Whitetail are born that way, with an insatiable curiosity – I'd let you explore at your own way and in your own time. At most, I might mate with you, gently, stroke and caress your udder, if you were willing – nuzzle at your beautiful teats...”

Rosie frowned, listening to him, before she waited until he paused, before she spoke quietly.

“Stephen? I am – not a wild doe, domesticated or otherwise! I'm...a – a - “

Rosie struggled for the right words, her body quivering with frustration.

“You're a doe, in every way that it matters my love,” Stephen smiled, caressing her back gently. “That's all that matters to me.”

“I'm – confused, a part of me is – compelled – to obey, given thoughts, memories and instructions, on – things – I do not understand! How can I – some of the impulses, they frighten and hurt me, if I try to do them, to please you.”

“Then please, promise me, you'll never do anything, that causes you pain, my dear, beloved doe.”

“I...I can not override the compulsion, so I can not promise - “ Rosie sniffled. “To disobey, causes one such as me terrible pain and suffering. We are – made – to do as we're imprinted, we have no...”

“Free will?” Stephen asked, before he moved away, then sat up, sitting cross legged on the bed and caressing Rosie's cheeks and ears soothingly. “That's not entirely true love, Palen - “

Rosie's ear flickered, and there was a moment of fright on her muzzle, before it was gone, a look Stephen didn't fail to notice, but kept quiet about it.

“Rosie, honey, please – listen to me!” Stephen told her, holding he head in his hands.

Rosie looked into his eyes, her ears back swept as she quivered again, but obediently listened to him.

“Palen's – “ Stephen thought for a moment, then changed subjects. “That compulsion, control, whatever it is, they done to you both, at that Laboratory – its wrong honey, so, so wrong! I'm ashamed, and hurt, that I ordered the deep conditioning on you both, you shouldn't have had that forced on your minds – even minds that were, as Palen explained – empty and devoid of thought, apart from the base instincts.”

Stephen pondered, as he idly stroked Rosie's wet, sweaty ears. “He broke that conditioning, I don't know how – truly I don't, he's weak, hurting something terrible, and confused and upset – but he's free – do you understand me love? He's free of the compulsion to obey, to pleasure me sexually – however I desired, just with an order! This is what I crave most for you both, our ability to gain free will – to tell me no, to do what you both choose. If you wish to make love with me, I want it to be of your own decision, not – forced into it, because of some deep conditioning on your minds, that suppresses your will and commands you, like some robot.”

“I – don't understand - “ Rosie whimpered, her brow furrowed as she flattened her ears. “Do you not love me master? Do I not please you, is there something I can do to help, to make you happy with me?”

Stephen gazed into Rosie's eyes, hearing the world 'master' in her voice, knowing it wasn't really Rosie who spoke, but the thing that had been so deeply imprinted on this young Doe's mind, Stephen despaired of breaking its hold over her.

*

Holding Rosie's muzzle between his palms, Stephen stared into her eyes, as she gazed back, her muzzle slowly falling open and her ears slicking back, nostrils flaring as she inhaled quietly, her mind reeling as she caught the growing frustration and anger in her beloved master.

“Do I not please you?” Rosie whispered, eyes widening further.

With an exasperated sigh, Stephen nodded, but kept his eyes fixed on hers. “More than you know my love. I know you're scared, I realise that – but – I must do this, for your own good.”

Frowning, Rosie tried to back away, something in her mind compelling her.

“Stand!” Steven suddenly snapped.

Rosie froze like a statue, his order overriding her fear and wish to turn tail and run.

“Rosie, my dear, sweet – beautiful doe - “ Stephen sighed as he stood up and paced in angry frustration back and forth. “You remember, you once said no to me, do you remember that?”

“I - “ Rosie sniffled, tears welling in her eyes.

“Answer me!” Stephen yelled at her, hating himself for having to suddenly be so cruel with her.

“YES!” Rosie squealed, ears flat against her neck before she burst into tear, dropping her head and crying heart-brokenly.

“Honey, I love you, you know that – but I don't love what I ordered done to you, I thought I did, truly, but having seen Palen, I know it is wrong, oh so wrong! If I could undo it all, I would in a heartbeat!”

“Please, I'm so scared master!” Rosie whimpered, kneeling down and placing her head on the floor, as if expecting to be beaten for daring to speak back to him.

“No, that's not what you are - “ Stephen growled at her, as he crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at her, his rage and guilt palpable. “Get up, or so help me Doe, I'll hurt you so badly, your ancestors will be afraid!”

“Please!” Pleaded Rosie, as she began shaking. “What did I do wrong?”

“Listen to me, now!” Stephen snarled, bringing all his anger to bear on her, hating himself to his very core, for what he was about to do to her, but knowing it was for her own good – he just prayed Rosie had the strength to endure. “When I tell you to get up, you better - “

Rosie sprang to her hooves, before Stephen sighed and smacked her across the muzzle. Shrieking, Rosie wailed and cringed, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at him.

“I did what you asked me to do - “ Rosie moaned. “Why am I being punished?”

“Because, that's not you Rosie! Do you hear me? That's the conditioning they forced on your young, empty mind – it is controlling you, you're intelligent, brilliant even! You are not some mindless robot, who follows its directives because it knows nothing else - “

ithout warning, he slapped her again, this time with enough force to make Rosie drop to the ground, shrieking in fright and pain.

“Stop it, please – you're hurting me, you're going too - “Rosie's muzzle shut with a snap.

“I'll do more than...wait, what did you just mean? What were you about to say?”

Rosie shook her head violently, cringing as she sprawled before him, looking away and keeping herself as submissive as she could.

“Last chance before I kick your head out that beautiful tail of yours...”

“You'll kill my fawn!” Rosie suddenly screamed in terror. “I hate you!”

Stephen stared, before he crouched down and grabbed her by the chin, lifting her to her hooves, then he wrapped his arms around her neck and held her tight. Rosie struggled and pulled away, but he held her tightly, until she broke down and cried like a fawn who had lost its mother.

“There, that's a good girl, you can do it Rosie, I believe in you...fight that conditioning, come on, you can do it – if not for yourself, what will it do to your...”

Stephen's mind caught up to him, and he gasped, falling backwards onto his buttocks, as the realisation slammed him between the eyes like a sledge hammer.

“You're...” He gasped, wide eyed and disbelieving.

“I'm with fawn!” Rosie shrieked, her eyes narrowing into feral rage, as she rose and took a tentative step towards him.

Shaking his head, Stephen couldn't believe it – either her being with fawn, or her sudden, unexpected anger. Rosie had never shown a side like this – ever – she was submissive, completely and utterly.

“Touch me again and I'll - “ Rosie snarled, her dewlaps curling back, gums wet with her saliva.

She began shaking, then suddenly, her eyes widened and she moaned, her anger sluicing away like it was going down a plug hole.

I...I - “ Rosie's voice cracked, before she shook her head and staggered, her eyes confused and glazed, as if some titanic battle was doing on in her mind.

“Fight it Rosie, do it for the love I have for the real you, and your fawn...come on, you can do it...”

“I...can't - “ Rosie screamed, as she shook her head violently.

With a sob, Stephen looked at her, before he grabbed her by the left ear and wrenched with all he had. Rosie's scream was loud, deafening and filled with such agony, Steven feared he'd gone too far. Suddenly, She tore her ear free then reared up, both front cloven hooves smashing into Steven's chest and he gasped, as he was violently kicked to the floor.

As he lay gasping and choking, Rosie moved forwards, her eyes filled with such horrendous anger and a look of pure murder in her eyes. Rearing back, she trembled on her hind hooves – before Stephen looked up at her and he closed his eyes, expecting Rosie's sharp cloven hooves to crush his skull like an eggshell...

It never came...

Both hooves smashed onto the floor with a loud hollow clop – mere millimetres fro m either side of Stephen's head. Rosie stood over him, her whole body shaking and soaked with sweat, as she squeezed her eyes closed and a low, choking sob come from her throat. Stephen slowly opened his eyes, just as Rosie looked down, then her eyes rolled back in her head and with a convulsive shudder, she collapsed unconscious onto him.

*

For nearly three days, Rosie was unconscious, despite anything Stephen tried to do to awaken her, even resorting to violently slapping her shoulder – nothing worked. He kept a close eye on her, whenever he could, checking to ensure she hadn't died during the night – covering her body with blankets and even laying with her, sharing his warmth with her.

Finally, Rosie's left ear gave a slight twitch, and she flinched. Stephen awoke almost instantly, then placed a hand on her shoulder and began sobbing in relief.

Come on darling – please, come back to me...I'm here, I love you, and I never wanted to hurt you – ever...”

Rosie's tongue tried to speak, but she was weak, dehydrated and in immense shock, her body quivering from ears to hooves. Stephen rubbed her all over, trying to encourage her blood supply to warm her chilled body. As he trickled some water over her muzzle, watching as Rosie even struggled to lick at it, she was so weak.

“Good, good girl, come on, that's it honey...” Stephen encouraged her, rubbing her harder.

“I...” Rosie croaked, then went limp, before shuddering again and her eyelids slowly opened the tiniest crack. “Ste - “

“Yes honey, its me, Stephen! You remember, don't you – come on sweetheart, please! I – I need you Rosie, I love you, I'd do anything to help you, now, come back to me honey...please?”

Giving her a few more trickles of water Stephen lifted her head up and twisted it slightly, so she could smell the bowl of water – then she gave a single lick and her head fell back down.

“Step - “ Rosie's voice was faint, weak and exhausted. “You – my - “

“Good girl!” Stephen commended her, rubbing her throat and feeling her try to swallow. “Here, please, drink some more water honey, that's it – good girl!”

He felt her gag and choke, before she coughed up most of the water – but even a little helped her start to build saliva back up in her mouth, which she swallowed and it helped ease her dry, scratchy throat.

“Step...hen - “ Rosie gasped, then dropped her head into the bowl, her nostrils blowing bubbles as she took two quick swallows, and Stephen pulled her head out.

“Yes!” He wept unashamedly, laying behind her, awkwardly holding the bowl as she took another drink. “Great Rosie, wonderful – good girl, you're doing so well!”

“Stephen - “ Rosie's head wobbled, and she shook it, long ears snapping from side to side, before she squeezed her eyes closed and sobbed, the ache in her ear almost unbearable. “You...hurt...me - “

“I'm sorry, truly Rosie, I'm so very, very sorry – I was – angry and frustrated, I had no right, but I did it not to be cruel love, but to try to help you – to break that conditioning forced on you! To make you free of it, of everything they done to you!”

“I'm..” Rosie's eyes blinked slowly, before she took another, greater drink from the bowl and lifted her head, water dribbling from her muzzle. “I'm....not...”

“Get up!” Stephen snapped suddenly, slapping her on the rump, knowing this was her ultimate test.

“Nnn...” Rosie squealed at the slap, then her eyes narrowed and she glared over her shoulder at him. “Nnn...no. I will...will not!”

Stephen blinked, then he burst into tears, laying on Rosie and cuddling her tight against him, leaving the poor Doe confused and bewildered. He cried and cried and cried, as Rosie's heart melted, before she nuzzled his face and began licking his salty tears.

“You're – not being compelled anymore -”

“Nnn, no – I...I feel – different, changed...It...it is still there, the...the memories of what...that they did how they imp...imprinted me, their orders are..there but I don't – I don't feel...I need to obey.” Rosie stumbled over the words, her muzzle wreathed in a look of absolute confusion and bewilderment.

“You're...truly...you - “ Stephen wept, and cuddled her even tighter, until Rosie began to cry as he was accidentally hurting her.

“I'm...me?” Rosie gasped, as he let her go.

“Yes, my dear, sweet, beautiful Doe – you're really you now, no longer forced against your will to obey my orders. Now, you can tell me no, make your own mind, own decisions, on what you want to do, when you want to do it, do you understand?”

“I'm...confused...”

“I know honey, poor Palen is still recovering, but you had that strength within you Rosie – I didn't know you had it in you, maybe, maybe it was because you're with fawn – protecting the life of your unborn...how did you conceive a fawn, anyway?”

Rosie swallowed, then took a long, deep drink of the water, before she shivered and glanced sideways at him, before looking away.

“I...lied - “ Rosie sniffled, then squeezed her eyes closed. “They...they tried...to sterilise me – I shouldn't...something didn't work. Now, because I am – partly – human, of sorts - “

Stephen stared at her, then it all sank into place. “Of course – they would have...”

“Our ability, to talk – to think – is part of our...humanity?” Rosie stumbled with the word, her forehead frowning as she thought long and hard.

“Not quite honey, but yes, part of you, no doubt, is human-like at least. Parrots can talk, but they're no more human than say, I am, to a feral Whitetail Doe. Do you understand?”

“No...” Rosie sniffled, then lay her head down, ears slicked back and a weak tremble ran through her as she half-closed her eyes.

“All that matters love, is you're free – both you – and Palen, are free of the cruel domination that was imprinted on you. I accept the guilt love, truly, it was my own desires and urges, that made me get you both imprinted with the...deep conditioning, making you no better than living sex dolls. Truly, I can not express how sad and ashamed I am – for you are both intelligent, sentient and living, breathing creatures! You deserve the right to live your lives free – to make your own decisions, choose your own path in life!”

“We are...free?” Rosie asked, lifting her head slightly.

“Not in the truest, legal definition love – I wish I could give you both that, truly, but here, at my estate, you are free to do what you both wish. No more, will you be 'ordered' to do something, to mate with me, when I desire it - “

“We...mated?” Rosie frowned, then looked up at him, before she used a long back leg and the cloven hoof to scratch at the back of her sore ear. “How did...did we - ?”

“You don't remember parts of what happened these past months, do you?”

“No...” Rosie sniffled, then closed her eyes and a deep, exhausted sigh come from her.

“We were – are – lovers and partners, as is Palen. The miniature horse here with us. You and I, well, before you were broken of the conditioning, you were my lover. My mate – we mated here, in your bedroom, or in mine – sometimes, other rooms – you were trained to perform sexual acts upon me...now, you are free, free my love, to choose to mate with me – if you desire it – or refuse, it is your choice. I will never, ever, force you...I promise you.”

Rosie swallowed and lifted her head up, so she could talk without difficulty, before she frowned and shuddered again, then swallowed and timidly looked up into Stephen's eyes.

“I would...like to learn...please?” Rosie asked, then nervously flagged her tail twice.

“It...it wouldn't hurt your fawn?” Stephen asked. “I don't know the first thing about a pregnant doe...”

“No..you...you're not a...stag, Stephen - we could, even late into the pregnancy, still – mate if you wished. Just...just be...gentle, please?” Rosie whispered, torn between her nervousness and her growing trust in him, and her concern for the multiplying cells in her womb.

“How...I mean, I know how – but...”

Rosie shivered, then weakly stood up, before Stephen supported her, and she hobbled to the mattress she used as her bed, then knelt down on it. Stephen looked at her, then he nodded, before he quickly shed his clothes and Rosie took her first -true- look at Stephen's penis, that hung semi-erect already.

“Oh...” Rosie gasped, eyes widening.

“It's alright Rosie, we've mated many times, and it doesn't hurt you love, just, be mindful, stay kneeling, please?”

Rosie nodded and flickered her tail again, as Stephen knelt behind her, then tapped her gently on the rump. Rosie lifted her hind hips up, as he put three pillows between her hind legs, which lifted her rump up to a more easily accessible place.

“Okay, easy now girl - “

Stephen panted as he held himself in one hand, tenderly rubbing his penile head against Rosie's labial folds – then began to ever so gently push forwards. Rosie grunted, feeling the human begin to mount her, her folds parting before the firm member, as Stephen gasped and shivered – Rosie's tightening vagina hot and surprisingly receptive to him.

Rosie's tail was upright, pressed against Stephen's belly, before she grunted and panted, squirming slightly and Stephen gently pushed the last half inch into her, his scrotum rubbing against Rosie's udder.

“Oh - “ Rosie gasped, feeling Stephen deep inside her, her instinctive reaction was for her vaginal muscles to contract against him.

“Rosie...oh...oh god, honey, please...please don't - “ Stephen moaned, as he placed his hands on her back and quivered.

Rosie looked back, before Stephen gasped and pushed hard against her, Rosie's eyes widening as Stephen twitched and his orgasm erupted within her, Rosie's body immediately squeezing and milking him of the hot, sticky fluids that spurted from his penis.

“Damn...it - “ Stephen gasped, lost in the pleasure of the release within her, before he come back to his senses and a weak grunt escaped him. “Rosie, honey...I'm so...so sorry..”

Rosie stared at him, then she squeezed her labial folds and her vaginal passage tight, making Stephen gasp, before a smile slowly spread across Rosie's muzzle and her eyes slid partially closed.

“What makes you think you're done, young buck?” Rosie snorted through her nostrils. “What about me?”

*

Their conditioning broken, both Rosie and Palen lived the remainder of their lives with Stephen, his friends, his lovers and his companions for their end of days.

*

Rosie gave birth to a young doe fawn, nearly seven months after conceiving. She was beautiful, her delicate fawn spotted coat, and Rosie, having never fawned before, amazed Stephen with her ancestral knowledge – and raised the fawn with care, love and diligence.

In time ,the fawn grew up, and she would often lay near the wall, watching with curiosity as Rosie and Stephen would make love – until the day that Rosie sensed her fawn, now a five year old doe – was ready – and she chose Stephen as the kind, gentle partner, to teach this young Doe everything he had taught Rosie...

*

Rosie passed away peacefully in her sleep, aged 18.

Palen was found dead out on the back lawn, aged 23.

Stephen had his beloved companions cremated, their ashes individually placed in beautiful mahogany boxes, their names and ages inlaid in gold at the bottom. They were both placed at either end of the fireplace mantle, where they would forever be close to him – and live on in his memories.

*

Rosie's Doe become Stephen's lover, friend and trusted companion – the Doe following him everywhere he went on his property, sleeping with him in his bed, and she was with him, when he suffered a fatal heart attack at 43.

After her death, two weeks later, it was whispered amongst those who knew what Stephen, Palen and Rosie and the doe had shared – that the doe had died of a broken heart, lost and bereft of her mate.

Stephen's ashes were scattered over his estate – his beloved companions scattered with him – so they could be together – one last time...

END

Ermina the Ermine

M/F

Ermina the Ermine

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

15th June, 2019

All Rights Reserved.

Ermina flushed, her blue eyes sparking and her black ital tip swishing, as she panted softly and her quivering paw reached out to touch the screen. Her paw print was scanned and the computer chirped at her, then displayed a picture of the animal she had just spent time with – a large male timber wolf.

“Awaiting evaluation of subject.” Come the computers voice.

“Subject, extremely satisfactory - “ Ermina panted, before her paw fell away from the screen and she slumped onto the soft pad beneath her desk.

Her white furred paws and short claws rubbed down her sweat slicked body, as the young Stoat smelt the scent of her sweat. It clung to her, her beautiful white fur dishevelled and messy, before she summoned all her strength to crawl across her chambers and dragged herself into the shower.

Turning on the taps, Ermina grabbed the shower curtain and pulled herself upright, turning her pale muzzle into the hot, almost scalding, water spray. Feeling her slender body relaxing under the showers intense pressure, she leaned against the glass and sighed in sexual relief and pleasure.

*

It was her job as head of quality control to ensure the products of the Inteli-Pet Corporation were of the highest of standards. As such, she routinely requested various product's to be sent to her chamber for evaluation and testing purposes. Her last one, a large timber wolf, had tested this young Stoat almost to her physical breaking point.

He had been, well, Ermina thought on it, a smile touching her lips. He had been more than gifted where it mattered – when he'd slid inside her, his girth and length truly made Ermina gasp in alarm and growing sexual arousal. As he began humping against her body, she wrapped her paws around his strong neck, fingers buried in his mane and she had squealed – shamelessly – when he gave a grunt and tied with her. Ermina wasn't inexperienced, far from it – but this wolf, he truly tested her as much as she tested him.

For fifty minutes, he had been tied to her, the pressure in her groin passing from one of pain into unspeakable pleasure. It had been hard to keep her mind objective and under control, but when he at last released his seed within her, Ermina had buried her teeth in his shoulder and her muffled cries were silenced sufficiently. He had barely twitched as her sharp fangs bit down, the blood filling her mouth with its hot, coppery taste – if anything, he seemed to enjoy it. Of all the strangest things Ermina had done, this was the highest of dizzying heights.

She had bred to equines, deer, dogs, cats – something she hadn't enjoyed, just quietly, and a great number of other animals, from their extensive library. Their customers demanded the best, and Ermina was adamant, that at the prices the Corporation charged for their unique, intelligent and fluent-speaking companions – that their customers received their monies worth.

Of course, it was widely known, but not spoken about in polite company, that for double the cost, a 'companion' – they were not referred to as 'pets' as they were intelligent, sentient and fully conversant in english – or whatever other language was requested, they could be imprinted with an incredible array of sexual prowess to pleasure a master, or a mistress.

Ermina didn't think about this, she didn't necessarily approve of the 'deep conditioning', but she didn't exactly disapprove of it either. It was a 'special' item on their computers – those who knew about it, knew how to request the information and place their order – those who did not, did not.

Legally, as the legal team had been wont to speak of, the 'deep conditioning' as it was referred too, was a highly lucrative, but very illegal operation. Of course, what a consumer did with their 'companion' in the privacy of their own domicile, was their business. As such, strict controls were forced on the companions, so there were no unforeseen 'incidents'. By law, the companions were also sterilised, so they were completely incapable of conceiving, or causing to be conceived, offspring.

*

Ermina gasped as her vulva was explored and cleaned by the automated machine in the shower, it using assorted sprays, warm, pleasant water and a soft brush to remove any residual semen that remained within her body, after her 'experimentation and implementation' of the subjects. This was almost as pleasurable as the mating's themselves – if only it could last longer than was absolutely necessary for her job.

At last, Ermina was clean and freshly showered, she stepped from the shower and onto the grate on the floor, Strong, hot air buffeted her from front, back and sides, as she held her arms out and the blowers quickly and efficiently dried her from ear tip to black tail tip – even between her toes.

Returning to her office, Ermina fetched herself a coffee, before she sprawled as only a mustelid can, her wireless keyboard before her, as she wrote up an after action report, that in turn, would be electronically submitted to quality control and her superiors. “What a day - “ Ermina muttered, as she rolled over onto her back, as naked as the day she'd been pupped – but a lot of the anthromorph's in the Corporation didn't wear clothing, some found it too restrictive, some, just didn't see the need. They'd been born with their fur, and this was acceptable. Of course, out of hours, they were expected to 'conform to the human's societal expectations' – aka – wear clothing.

Languidly, still feeling more than fulfilled by the sexual attentions of that Timber Wolf, Ermina's mind wandered. She was lost in a world of self-thought, when the computer chimed for her attention.

“Subject ID, 384, Whitetail stag, evaluate and report.” It spoke without emotion.

Ermina rolled over onto her belly, before her lithe form contorted as she stood up and clasped her paws before her. A large door slid open and the stag quietly walked in, his mind taking in the office space with a glance, before he locked eyes on Ermina.

“Hello 384 - “ Ermina spoke, her voice soft and melodic in its tones.

“Hello, mistress.” Spoke the stag, before he bowed, his antlered head brushing the floor.

“Excellent presentation, impeccable manners!” Ermina spoke, partially for the stag, partially for the cameras and audio recorders.

“Thank you mistress.” Smiled the stag, as he stood resolute, proud and majestic.

Ermina examined him from all possible angles and even ordered him to kneel, before she sat astride his back and placed a paw on his left neck, making him turn his head that way, then the other.

“Beautiful muscular control, a perfect specimen, but then again, they all are, aren't they? They're cloned from the finest stock money could buy!”

Realising the Stoat wasn't addressing him, the stag stood calm and placid, his eyes fixed on nothing, as he awaited commanding. Ermina tapped him on the shoulder, and he obediently knelt down, letting her dismount from his back. Once again, she studied him in intimate detail – her supple paws sliding along the sheath, caressing the velvety fur of his scrotum, before she ordered him to present himself.

Obediently, the stag relaxed his penile muscles, and Ermina blinked and stared, as about 14 inches of Cervid penis slid into view – and her paws. About two and a half inches in diameter at the base of the sheath, fourteen long and about one and a half at the slightly bulbous tip, Ermina swallowed and shuddered.

“Computer, is this someone's idea of a practical joke?” Ermina snapped.

Negative, evaluate performance and report.” It repeated.

“I know I've got talent's - “ Ermina whispered, as she swallowed again and slumped down onto her knees, gazing at the stag's length that hung before her wide-open eyes, unbelieving at what she saw, and wondering just how she was supposed to 'evaluate performance' when she was pretty certain this was beyond her.

As if perceiving her distress, the Stag turned his head and looked at her. “Is something wrong mistress? Is my appearance displeasing? Or is it something else? I exist to serve you in any manner - “

“Please be quiet - “ Ermina spoke calmly, and the stag silenced immediately.

Swallowing nervously, Ermina sat back on her haunches, wondering how best to begin her evaluation of this stag. Sliding her paws along his length, she noted the stag's responses to sexual stimuli – he quivered uncontrollably, this was more an autonomous reaction – but his self control was exceptional.

Sliding herself beneath him, she knelt and found her muzzle mere millimetres away from the bulbous tip of his member. Working her jaws, so her salivary glands went into overdrive, Ermina swallowed again, before she shuddered from ears to tail.

Ermina had been asked to evaluate many products – this one – she despaired would fail her out, but she was determined to do her best, regardless if her own performance was deemed unacceptable by the board.

*

Ermina licked her lips nervously, her tail swishing slightly, as she pondered how best to proceed with the experimentation. Patiently, the stag stood, then he coughed and began chewing his cud, his jaw moving from side to side as he flicked an ear, yet remained silent as instructed.

“I trust you are fully conversant and capable?” Ermina asked as she stood and walked back around to look into his eyes.

Swallowing the wad in his mouth, then stag nodded once, then answered, his voice calm and polite. “Yes mistress, I am fully capable of fulfilling any order given to me. Within set parameters naturally. If I can physically do such, then I shall endeavour to please in what ever way is requested of me.”

Ermina nodded, noting the standard responses, before she looked closely at the Stag's head, noting the characteristic markings, the luxurious soft fur, the large brown eyes and the sensual texture of the ears. Noticing her looking, he knelt down and lowered his head towards her, before Ermina caressed his ears.

“It never fails to amaze me - “ Ermina whispered, as she trailed a finger along the stag's ear, noticing how it involuntarily twitched.

“Pardon, mistress?” Asked the stag in confusion.

“Nothing, I was talking to myself, now, 384, as you said, you're fully imprinted with the behavioural modifications and the - “

Ermina swallowed the lump in her throat, before she laughed nervously.

“Yes mistress, I am fully functional in that regard. How may I please you? Shall it be conversation? Shall it be - “

Placing a pale paw on the stag's muzzle, Ermina silenced him, as she frowned and began wringing her paws in exasperation.

“I am to evaluate your performance – sexually – as a partner for our customers. I've bred your kind before. I mean, I've bred too your kind before, but you are – an outlier, an exception.”

Flicking an ear, the stag frowned himself, before he knelt down, resuming chewing his cud.

“You are, for want of better words, quite gifted in the penile department.” Ermina blushed, then turned away and shuddered. “I know you're extremely sensitive to scent and pheromones and your imprinted owners emotional state...”

Listening, the Stag nodded, Ermina just catching it from the corner of an eye.

“However, I'm – uncertain – if I can fulfil my own orders, with you. Oh, rest assured, I have no doubt you would be exceptionally gentle and considerate as a companion...”

384 flicked an ear, before he tenderly rested his head on Ermina's shoulder, his warm breath ruffling her fur.

“To do otherwise, would - “ he whispered, then silenced as Ermina held up a paw.

“Yes, yes, I know – its one of your kinds first and foremost imprinted laws you must abide by.”

Walking away a few steps, Ermina turned, then pondered, before she gestured and the stag carefully stepped onto the thickly padded floor, his cloven hooves muffled by the stuffing beneath the wear resistant covering.

“I wish to try something, I know from experience, your kind can do it, so that isn't part of it – part of it, is to see and feel, this is part of the testing, computer, are you recording for analysis?”

“Confirmed.” answered the voice.

Ermina smoothed down her fur, before she crouched down, her tail held to the side and she knelt on paws and knees, before she took a few deep breaths to relax, then nodded and the stag stepped forwards.

“Now, stand over me, but far enough back until I instruct you to mount, do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress, of course.” Answered the stag, as he obediently moved forwards, Ermina felt his warm chest pressed lightly against her rump, then her lower back then he stopped and waited.

“Beautiful, just, beautiful...” Ermina nodded. “Outstanding ability to follow orders. Now, nice and gentle, move forward, under my tail until I tell you to stop.”

With a slight hesitation, the Stag obeyed, Ermina gasping as she felt her sphincter opened, then the warmth of the stag's penis push forward, a few inches, then a few more, before she gasped and lowered her upper body, straightening out her spine. Feeling her move, the stag froze, holding this position of being a third inside the Ermine beneath him, most of him still outside her body.

“Go half penetration please,” Ermina grunted, squirming in surprise and growing arousal.

With two short steps, the Stag followed instructions and stopped again, as Ermina grunted and swallowed, her muzzle open and a rivulet of saliva dripping off her tongue. She had bred to the companions this way before, but something about this stag, was beyond what she had expected from him. He danced skittishly from one cloven fore-hoof to the other, his instinct trying to override the compulsion they had imprinted on him.

“Easy,” Ermina grunted, as she wriggled slightly beneath him, then carefully eased herself back, shuddering as she felt the stags length probe deeper, until at last she was backed up against his sheath. Her tail twitched against his groin and scrotum, before he coughed and shuddered.

“Sorry, its got a mind of its...oh that feels so good,” Ermina grunted, as she felt her body quivering, the stag's warmth, his firm yet gently hold around her ribs with his forelegs. “Very...pleasurable, now sweet buck, now you may continue.”

He lowered his head, panting and shuddering, before he twitched again and Ermina gasped then squealed as the stag gave a sharp thrust of his hips, his penis throbbing as his semen burst forth in a hot, almost torrential spray inside Ermina's body. She had never experienced one such as this, and her own body clenched down on the Stag's length, as she shuddered and gasped – her own orgasm burning through her body like a wildfire.

It was unexpected and surprised her – most times, she never experienced orgasm with a companion – they were pleasurable, she didn't deny that – but to bring her to orgasm like this...nothing had ever come close. He grunted and panted, lungs drawing deep breaths, his head almost touching the floor as Ermina's vulva squeezed and contracted, fluids dripping from the opening and puddling on the mat beneath her.

“I've never - “ Ermina gasped, her own breath hot and rapid.

“Did I please you mistress?” Asked the stag, as he cautiously stepped back, sliding himself free, then watching as some of his semen dribbled from her anus and onto the floor.

“Beyond - “ Ermina panted, as she fell to the floor, flat on her belly, and lay there, squirming and short-winded. “What I was expecting...”

“It pleases me, mistress, to have pleasured you.” He nodded, then knelt down and gently nuzzled her.

With a quivering paw, Ermina stroked his muzzle. “I will clean you up in a moment, there is still more testing that is required.”

“I am fully capable of self cleaning mistress, it is – difficult, but not impossible, for me to do such.”

“That is true,” Ermina grunted, as she rolled over, and half lay, half sat. “If your owner wishes it, you are to obey.”

“I merely wished to spare you the unpleasantness of the task, mistress.”

I can't fault him for that – Ermina's mind thought to itself.

When she sufficiently gained the strength, Ermina walked to the cupboard and pulled out some elbow length paw gloves, They snapped as she pulled each on, then let it go, gripping the fur and flesh tightly. Thinking, Ermina grabbed two cloths and some special cleaning solution, that wouldn't hurt the sensitive skin of the stag.

As she knelt, then began washing his penis clean, her fingers lightly wraped around its length and she dragged the solution infused cloth from sheath to tip.

“Quite a stag, aren't you?” Ermina chuckled softly.

“If you are referring to my sexuality, I have nothing to compare it too, mistress.”

“Trust me young one, you're quite a stag indeed...” Ermina's fingers lingered, tenderly trailing over the length once more, then encircling the slightly bulbous head.

Shaking her head, Ermina rose and disposed of the cloths and gloves, then looked at the stag, who stood patiently, at full arousal, his dark eyes watching her with warmth and compassion.

“I've tested you for lovemaking in that sense of the way, that may be required of you, now, how are you at vaginal intercourse?”

“I have been imprinted - “ He began.

“Yes, I know that, but as, well, as you're quite...lengthy, it could cause significant discomfort for the female, you understand, don't you? Of course, I'm referring to one such as myself. Say, you were imprinted to a anthromorph doe, it wouldn't be as bad, do you understand me?”

Thinking the stag's forehead creased, before he nodded. “I understand, size differences between myself and my potential owner, could cause harm to befall them. This, in turn would hurt me terribly, for violating the first law we have imprinted upon us – do no harm to your owner. However, would a master, or mistress, not tell me when to stop, before harm occurred?”

“Sometimes, I forget how naive you are, freshly cloned and without experience and knowledge, other than what is given to you. Now, for example, say you were...let me show you, alright?”

“As you wish.”

Thinking, Ermina nodded, then looked at the stag, before she placed her paw on his neck, and gestured at the floor. Obediently, he knelt down, until she fetched some well padded cushions, making him lay down, then as she placed the on the ground, he understood and rolled onto his back. Two long ones lay either side of him, another one protecting his neck and head.

“There, this will make it more comfortable for me, I trust you are not discomforted by this position?

His antlers just grazing the mat on which he lay, he wriggled slightly and shook his head carefully. Ermina nodded, then straddled his chest, placing her paws on his, as she pondered, then splaying her hind legs out, she still had to stand on her toe tips to reach the floor, before positioning herself better.

“Now, try not to move, please!” Ermina whispered.

Cautiously, Ermina slid backwards, then felt his firm length rubbed against her tail. Flicking her tail aside, Ermina felt the stag's penile head brush against her anus, then she wriggled slightly and slid just his penis head inside her quivering vagina.

“Oh...” Gasped the stag, his eyes widening.

“I can only imagine - “ Ermina smiled, as she tenderly rubbed his chest with a paw.

Taking a few breaths, Ermina pushed back and down, feeling the firm shaft slide effortlessly into her until she gasped and her muscular vagina walls squeezed down on the stag, who grunted and shuddered.

“Easy...” Ermina sighed in pleasure, her tail flicking from side to side.

Taking a few moments to compose herself, Ermina learned forwards slightly, then pushed a little further back – at last sheathing the stag inside her completely. He was big, length wise at least, but girth – well, it was pleasing, to say the least. Feeling the stag quivering beneath her, Ermina released her own self control and her body reacted to the male inside her. Strong muscular contractions rippled and squeezed, as she grunted and panted. Never had a male penetrated her young, lithe body so deeply – and it revealed new and interesting pleasures Ermina had never imagined.

Of course, it wasn't without risk of harm, or even potentially injury – but Ermina was experienced and cautious. She still kept some control over her mind, as she objectively noted the sensations and feelings of her own body and the sensual affection and control of the buck beneath her.

Impassively, the computer recorded and logged everything, the grunts from the stoat, the quivering and the panting from the stag – every subtle nuance, even their pheromones and scent was recorded and analysed.

At last, after nearly an hour of making love to the stag, Ermina gripped his forelegs with her paws and she squealed – her muscles contracting almost as if they had been electrified, as the best orgasm she had ever experienced bloomed within her. Sensing his mistresses' pleasure, the stag quivered and bellowed – a loud, dominant roar of a stag in his prime, as his length pulsed deep within her. Erma grunted, feeling the hot semen spurted into her very womb – the sensation at first hurting, but she pushed aside the pain, to experience the stag's full orgasm.

He filled her to beyond anything she imagined him capable of, the hot, sticky fluid spreading its warmth throughout her body, until she moaned and blushed, feeling her muscles contract and some of it was forcibly evacuated out her rectum and vagina to spatter on the stag's sheath, scrotum and belly.

Slumping onto him, her head between his forelegs, Ermina lay panting and shaking from the experience and imagined pleasure this had brought her. In all her years, this stag had proven to be beyond her expectations and even comprehension. As he twitched beneath her, still as firm as when they'd started, Ermina kissed his throat and placed her paws around his chest, hugging him tightly.

“You were...” Ermina began, then words failed her. “Not what I was expecting -”

“Neither were you, Ermina Blacktail,” Spoke the stag, with a strong, authoritative voice...a voice that sent an involuntary chill down Ermina's spine.

The tonal inflections were different, but it was more the words and the intent behind them – that made Ermina moan, her eyes widening.

“Yes Ermina, it's me, Doctor James - “ Spoke the stag, as he looked up at Ermina from behind the stag's eyes. “Now, this has proven to be quite – an experience, first, being implanted in this stag's mind – that is an experience and a half.”

“You, I mean you're not a - “ Ermina squealed, then sat up and gasped, the stag's penis thrusting inside her womb, before she whimpered in pain and lay down again, extricating it.

“A clone? Well, I am a clone of the stag, this body is – but my mind is my own, we copied it, as it were, and using the clone stag as a template, transplanted my mind into his empty one. Now, my evaluation is complete. If you'd be so kind as to get off me now -”

Ermina bit her lip, fearfully creeping forwards feeling the stag's length slide from her body, before she rolled off him and stood trembling on the mat, head bowed and fearful. Rolling over, the stag stood and shook himself, before his eyes narrowed as he stepped closer, looking down at the shorter mustelid, who wilted in on herself under the stag's stern gaze.

“Performance evaluation of Ms. Ermina Blacktail, Doctor James reporting. Upon extensive study and first hand observation and experience, the performance was deemed...”

Ermina squirmed helplessly, fearing the worst. Was it her fault, that they had mated her to a stag? One as endowed and majestic as the mightiest prince of the forest realm?

“Extremely...”

Here it comes – Ermina's mind wailed in fear and stress.

“Meritorious and without fault, beyond exceptional. Recommend Ermina for pay rise, effective immediately.”

Ermina's eyes widened, her muzzle falling open in shock and surprise.

“Furthermore, if she is willing to accept him, subject 384 be assigned permanently, to Ermina as her loyal, loving and faithful companion.”

Ermina felt tears welling in her eyes, as she squealed and clutched the stag around the neck, burying her muzzle into the fur.

“I will, I promise...”

END

Rutting Season

M/F

Rutting Season

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

17th June, 2019

All Rights Reserved.

Kendra leaned back on edge of the bed, her dark chocolate gloved paws splayed out, her pale hind legs the same, as she gasped and moaned. Her belly heavy with her first child, she panted and shuddered. Nobody had told her at the Clinic, what it'd be like to have a child – especially one conceived from what was supposedly an infertile companion.

Kendra's dark ears flicked back, then she turned her head, glancing sidelong at her partner and beloved mate. Just two years old, the Whitetail stag was a perfect imitation of a feral buck of his species.

The Inteli-Pet Corporation had gone to extraordinary lengths, selecting and refining their animal database, until they had the most perfect specimens. He was perfect – in every way that mattered – and in – one – way – he was exceptional.

He slept blissfully, unmindful of Kendra's discomfort and pain. She heard the slow, deep breaths of the feral stag laying behind her, his head resting on a pillow, dark eyelids closed and his breathing soft and regular.

Semen soaked her labial folds and the bed where she had lain – an unfortunate after effect of the passionate lovemaking her and this stag had done last night. Sure, Kendra felt ashamed in some ways – but as the Veterinarian had told her a the Clinic - within reason – sex was fine, so long as she was on top and careful.

Kendra and her beloved companion had not exactly been – careful – her groin ached almost as much as her belly, from the frantic kicks and tumbling of the fawn inside her. Kendra sighed and then gasped, as another powerful kick from the fawn made her bite her lower lip and whimper softly.

Panting, the Elk Doe winced as her unborn fawn inside her kicked her womb and tossed, almost as if the fawn was distressed or uncomfortable.

“Please rest little one,” Kendra panted in between the painful kicks. “Know I love you, and you will soon be free of your confining place.”

As if hearing her, the brutal kicks eased and finally settled, as Kendra shuddered and took a few moments of deep breaths to ease the pain. Her body was wet with sweat, so she awkwardly climbed off the bed, her paws clutching at the mound of her furred stomach. Her cloven hooves were muffled on the thick carpet as she stepped into the bathroom, where they clicked hollowly on the tiled floor.

Turning on the shower, Kendra adjusted the temperature to a few degrees below scalding the fur off her body, before she stepped into the shower and lifted her muzzle up to its hot spray. For thirty minutes, she let the water rush over her, as she sighed and felt the tensions and discomfort sluice away – before her ears flicked and then she gasped, feeling strong forelegs drape over her shoulder and a familiar pressure pressed against her tail and began stamping its hooves, trying to mount.

“Willow, no!” Kendra squeaked, before the stag moved again, then she gasped as he drove half his length into her anal passage and began gripping her tightly with his forelegs.

Nuzzling her neck as he twitched from hoof to hoof, Willow thrust his hips against hers, unmindful of the hot water that cascaded over them both, as his weight slowly pushed Kendra down, her knees bending and he grunted in pleasure, before thrusting quickly and sheathing himself inside her. Kendra barely had time to grip his pale ankles, before Willow snorted and bucked – the strong jets of his semen spurting deep into Kendra's body.

“Damn it Willow!” Kendra gasped, as she panted and shuddered.

He held the awkward mating position for a few more moments, before he grunted and dismounted, then stood in the shower, snorting and shaking his head, the water soaking him from nose to mid-back.

“Serves you right!” Kendra growled, but her voice lacked any menace.

She slowly turned around and lifted his head up, the young Whitetail gazing up at her, before he sneezed and shut his eyes from the stinging water. Kendra reached back and adjusted the shower rose, before she tapped him on the muzzle with her index finger, then waggled it back and forth at him.

Willow looked at her, before he bleated and flagged his tail, then his lips closed around her finger and began lightly suckling, like a fawn would its mothers teat.

“Oh no, don't play the innocent fawn routine with me!” Kendra snorted, then removed her fingers from his muzzle. “I don't mind your – affections – Willow, you know that, but you frightened me half to death young one!”

“You understand that, don't you? I got to be careful, I'm with fawn – very close to birthing my – our – fawn. You can share your affections with me – but we got to be more careful and gentle!”

Willow blinked, before he shook his head, then nervously nuzzled at her teats. Kendra was unlike most deer Anthromorphs, in that instead of human like breasts – due to some genetic throwback to her feral ancestors, she had four teats and an udder,just like a feral deer. Willow nuzzled her upper two teats, before he flagged his tail and Kendra laughed quietly, before she nodded and he eagerly began nursing from her. Kendra grunted and relaxed, letting the sweet, hot milk flow, as the young stag's tail flagged happily, his nose pressed against Kendra's udder as he suckled, his tongue pressed under the teat and swallowing her hot milk.

“Gentle little one!” Kendra admonished him as he became a little too eager, bunting her udder with his head.

For thirty minutes, Willow suckled, until at last Kendra's milk was dry and he lovingly licked her udder and teats, gazing up at her and flagging his tail happily. Kendra smiled and reached down, tenderly scratching behind his ears, before she reached back and turned off the shower.

“Come on, I need breakfast, and I imagine you're quite hungry – how many times did we mate last night? Five, six? I can't remember...”

He uttered a bark, and Kendra snorted, then looked at him. “Seven? I don't...oh, that explains why I'm so sore then!”

Nodding, Willow stepped from the shower, then stood patiently as Kendra used a broad, fluffy towel to dry him off, then another to dry herself. As she reached behind her and began drying her back, Willow pressed his nose to her belly, then gave a long, deep lick of her wet, sticky labial folds, before his nose crinkled and he sneezed, then coughed and using his tongue, licked away the semen and Kendra's own vaginal fluids.

“That will teach you, won't it?” Kendra laughed, then held his muzzle in one paw, using the towel to wipe it off. “I haven't had a chance to – well – clean myself there yet!”

Willow snorted again and shook his head, his displeasure at the taste evident in his expression.

“Well, be patient Willow, I know its rutting season for your kind, but you're trained better than that!”

Willow hung his head, then with his left hoof, he scuffed at the ground, a blatant sign he was embarrassed and ashamed.

“I know its hard my love,” Kendra sighed, as she rested a paw on his neck. “Truly, do you not think I don't suffer during the rut as well?”

He looked up, his ears pricking forwards, before he bleated and timidly flagged his tail.

“Yes, you're forgiven, now, come along – I need breakfast!”

Happily, Willow followed her out to the kitchen.

*

Here, Kendra poured his special deer feed into a large bowl, then set it down on the floor. Willow frowned and pushed it around for a while with his nose, before he looked at her and barked once – before he moved from one hoof to the other impatiently.

“Willow, you've got to be...” Kendra blinked.

Kendra breathed deeply through her nostrils, smelling the stag's strong, musky scent, for his hormones were running wild, and his impulses were barely kept in check. With a deep blush, Kendra shivered and splayed her paws out on the table, bending her hips slightly. Willow wasted no time, rising on his hind legs, then moving forwards, grunting as Kendra winced and gripped his ankles and slid them either side of her chest, so they rested on the table top.

With a few abortive thrusts, and grunts of frustration, Kendra lowered her hips a little further, then she moaned as Willow twitched then thrust – his firm length driving into Kendra's quivering vaginal folds, sliding deep until he was fully inside of her. Kendra squirmed, instinctual muscular control gripping the stag's shaft, before Willow shuddered and bucked – another strong, pleasing ejaculation squirting into Kendra's willing depths, before some dribbled out and spattered onto the black and white checker-board floor tiles.

“Oh...” Kendra sighed, feeling her lovers strong ejaculation, before he shuddered and danced nervously on his hind hooves.

Again, he twitched and his hips thrust – this time – with enough force to lift his hind hooves off the ground, as Kendra grunted and bit down on her lower lip to stop the loud, piercing squeal of pleasure from escaping her – and probably awakening the neighbours. A second, equally enjoyable orgasm filled Kendra to overflowing, before Willow shuddered and slid off her, dropping back to all four hooves and shuddering.

Her paws splayed out on the table, Kendra shuddered and panted, a drool of saliva oozing from her muzzle and splattering on the table, before she sank into a chair and sat there, shuddering.

“I love rutting season - “ Kendra panted, then winced as her fawn gave another sharp, brutal kick.

“Don't worry little one - “ Kendra whispered, as she gently stroked her swollen belly.

Willow nuzzled her, then eagerly dropped is head and began devouring his breakfast.

“Willow my love,” Kendra smiled, as she reached down to stroke his back swept ears. “I wish, in hindsight, I'd have had you imprinted with the ability to talk my love...”

Willow looked up at her, his ears flicking forwards, before he grunted and barked, then returned to his breakfast.

“Yes, my dear, sweet stag – I love you too...”

END

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Twas the Night Before Christmas

M/F

Twas the Night Before Christmas

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

All Rights Reserved

January, 2015

Blackfeather, so named because the Paint horse anthropomorphic stallion was a member of a proud and unbroken line of Native American Indian's, stretching back millennia – was proud of his heritage, and he still worshipped in the way of his ancestors, still paid homage to the seasons and still stayed true to the beliefs and cultural heritage of his past.

He stood six feet three inches on his iron shod hooves, his body a myriad of almost hypnotic patterns of brown and white – the predominant feature were his mismatched socks on his shins – one a pale brown, the other white – and the distinctive 'white blaze' from his forehead down to his pale nose and lips.

Although he clung to the past, he wasn't a creature of ingrained habits – he held a job for the past ten years in a reputable company, and what money he kept for himself, barely existing with enough to pay the bills and other essentials – the remainder he wired back to his tribal homelands – to help his impoverished kin. He was bound by honour and blood, and this meant the world to him.

His thoughts were snapped out of the past, by a loud and persistent knocking on the door. Rising from where he'd sat cross-legged before the fire, he clopped his way to the front door where he opened it, a chilling breeze from the winter flurries that moaned and raved up and down the street – driving fine specks of sleet before them – and he blinked then found himself handed a electronic pad.

“Mr. Blackfeather?” Asked a wolf, rugged up in a thick parka, and he placed his gloved paws under each armpit to keep them warm.

“Yes?” Blackfeather replied, his ears twitching back slightly.

“Please sign at the bottom of the pad sir,” Answered the wolf, as he began to tremble as the breeze picked up. “Please hurry, its bitterly cold out here - “

Frowning, Blackfeather looked down at the pad, much of it meant little to him as he scanned it, noting it was co-signed by the Chieftain of his people.

“Of course – do you - “ Blackfeather began, then felt a plastic stylus thrust into his hand.

Without a hesitation, his Chieftain's mark making Blackfeather sign without a moments thought, the Wolf took back the pad, then nodded and returned to the delivery truck which idled at the curb, its exhaust creating a grey stream of steam behind it.

“This is the place - “ Come the faint voice over the wind. “Let's get this over with, and get back to base – this is the last delivery.”

Frowning, Blackfeather shivered, then he watched as a heavily hooded and surcoat clad creature – standing about four feet at the shoulder, was lead by a lead rope to his front door, the wolf smiling, then handing the startled paint stallion the lead.

“Merry Christmas, sir - “ Chuckled the wolf, before he and his companion hurried back to the truck and it drove off, the red tail lights glimmering before the growing storm intensified and blotted it out.

Blackfeather frowned again, growing more concerned, before he saw whatever was beneath the hood and surcoat was trembling in the cold – standing on slender legs – but beyond that, its identity was as mysterious as its unexpected delivery. He gently tugged on the lead, and it obediently followed – albeit slowly, the hood preventing it from seeing, and its hooves clicked lightly against the floor, whilst his thudded heavily as he closed the door behind them. Leading it into the lounge room, where a large fireplace lay, its lit fire crackling and popping from the heavy log he'd placed in there hours ago – he paused and it bumped into his rump, uttering a soft, frightened moan.

“Hey...its alright - “ He whispered, as he knelt and fumbled at the three straps that held the hood closed, beneath its slender muzzle.

As he finally unbuckled the last one, he slid his fingers underneath the hood – then threw it back – and found himself entranced by the dark, soulful eyes of a Red Deer – its eyes were like pools of liquid chocolate – yet they fixated on him, before eyelids of a pale tan closed – the eyelashes incredibly long, as the creature imprinted its new owners face and vocal patterns on its mind.

“Who - “ Blackfeather breathed, his nostrils flaring, as he inhaled the scent of the deer before him, and watched as it inhaled his in turn. Bemused, he gently cupped its head in his large paws, then pressed his nose to its one – and in one touching, gentle moment – 'shared breath' with the deer, who merely blinked at him. This was a common show of trust and respect amongst the equine kind, but the deer didn't seem to comprehend.

Fascinated, he began unclasping the thick buckle on the heavy blanket, before reaching beneath the deer, who turned its head to gaze at him, its look one of curiosity, as he fumbled with the cross-belt catches – at last unbuckling them. He placed one hand under the rear of the blanket, the other just at the base of the deer’s neck and he whispered to it, fully not expecting it to understand.

“Move forward please - “

Obediently, it nodded and took four small steps, the cloven hooves muffled by the thick rug, and Blackfeather felt the heavy winter blanket fall from his nerveless fingers, as the deer was revealed to be a beautiful, slender Red Deer Doe. She shivered, a few fine hairs floating on the breeze, before she glanced back over her shoulder, a distinctly un-deer like smile creasing her lips, before she flicked her tail from side to side and stepped in a circle, before coming to rest facing him.

With a thoughtful look, it stretched out its long left leg, then laid its head and neck along the outstretched leg, the other bending at the knee so it was bowing to him. She held this pose, until Blackfeather explosively exhaled through his nostrils, then shook his head in confusion and bewilderment.

“No...no, please – dear, gentle creature of the wilds, you should never bow – now, please, stand up.” He whispered, as he moved to help her, but without his assistance, she stood and gazed into his eyes with such a look of pure love and trust, before she tilted her head delicately to one side and uttered a soft, pleasing bleating and nuzzling at his neck.

“Friendly little Doe...” He laughed, nervously stroking her shoulder – expecting at any minute, she would shy away – but if anything – she seemed pleased by his touch and stood obediently, allowing him to grow more encouraged and continue his tender petting.

“Master - “ She whispered, then swallowed and bowed her head in a unmistakable show of submission to him.

He fell backwards with a loud thump, eyes widening and nostrils flaring – as he realised he wasn't dreaming – she had spoken – and his mind whirled with the impossibility of it all.

“You're a - “ He stammered, crawling backwards until his back struck the heavy sofa. “What manner of cruel joke is this - “

Tilting her head, a concerned look come over her muzzle and eyes, which frowned in confusion as she took a step closer, then stopped as he held up a negating paw, palm towards her.

“This is someone's idea of a joke!” Blackfeather snarled, as he climbed to his feet and gazed around his lounge room, fully expecting friends to charge in yelling surprise. “This isn't funny you guys – this isn't funny at all - “

“Master – may I speak openly?” Asked the Doe, as she flattened her ears, scenting his growing distress from his pheromones.

“You – you're a Doe...a...” He mumbled, before crumbling into the sofa which groaned under his weight.

“Yes, master.” She answered simply, before thinking, then kneeling down and folding her long legs beside herself, showing the was submissive to the larger equine. “I - have no name, so I may not offer you one, but I was designed purposefully, by the Blackfeather Tribe – for your years of loyalty and sacrifice. I am a product of the Intel-pet Corporation, and I exist, only to serve and obey you – my master. Oh, if you would look inside the front pocket of the rug I was wearing, you will find a letter addressed to you.”

Frowning, Blackfeather rose on trembling hooves, snagging the blanket and pulling it towards him. He turned it over, and sure enough, in a snug fitting pouch was a letter sealed in hand-made envelope, as he turned it over, he noticed the waxen seal with the symbol of a rearing stallion in black wax – the tribal markings of his tribe – and his hand trembled visibly.

Only one person could ever use the tribal mark – and Blackfeather dreaded to open the letter, for fear of what he would find contained within. Against his better judgement, he broke the waxen seal and opened the envelope – putting it aside as he held the hand-made papyrus paper, which had been folded over – the dark ink of the writing having run in several places. Trembling like a colt, he timidly unfolded the letter and began reading....

Blackfeather, it has been twenty two years, since you left the tribe – and I banished you for your crimes; I know now, in hindsight, as I lay on my deathbed, I was wrong – wrong about everything – as the Tribal Shaman told me when you were born. He told me, that storm-ridden night, you were meant for more than a life here in your ancestral home – I did not believe him – may the Great Stallion give him rest – and now, as I reach the end of my own run across the fields, and prepare to enter into the endless plains – I ask only for your forgiveness, for this Stallion was wrong – wrong to unjustly banish you – wrong for ordering the Mare's death – wrong for many, many things – the Shaman told me of one's like you – who the Great Stallion blessed in ways foreign to us – ones who were chosen by he who holds dominion over the endless plains.

I was wrong – I know I’ve said it before, I'll say it again – it still does not undo that which I done to you – for that – I take full responsibility and whatever punishment the Great Stallion shall bestow upon me for my arrogance – I will accept without question. You were one of the shadow-hooves – I know that now – but at the time, I was afraid – afraid and as such – I lashed out in anger and my own self-righteous beliefs that I knew what was best for our herd...

I was wrong...

Now, In my last hours, I scribe you this letter, knowing I will never get the chance to give it to you in person – my time has come, but I wish to make what peace I may – and offer you my paw – come back to us, your sin was not yours – it was mine, brought on by my arrogance – and it is I who shall walk the last walk into the darkness – for I fear the Great Stallion shall not favour me with entrance to the Endless Plains – I deserve a fate worse than this – I am sure – because I was mortal, and dared to challenge the Great Stallion's wishes for you...forgive me, my son...

It was signed with the chieftain's own mark – a mark only he could have made, and as Blackfeather put down the letter, he felt years of pent up anger and grief welling up within him. He rose, his body shaking as the conflicting emotions threatened to overwhelm him – until he felt the Doe's gentle brush against his left hip, and he looked down at her – and all feelings except love drained from him – just because of the look of innocence and trust her gaze bestowed.

“You are sad, master - “ she whispered, nuzzling his hip again. “What can I do to help?”

He knelt down, then held his paws out, and she stepped into his outstretched arms, placing her head over his right shoulder, and he hugged her tightly, until she trembled and gasped – he quickly relaxed the tight grip and continued hugging her, as she shivered and began nuzzling at his neck, not knowing what else to do to make her master happy. Unashamedly, he wept, holding the Doe close, as she continued to lick and nuzzle him, the fireplace crackling and spitting – oblivious to the crying young stallion – and the innocent, naive young doe who comforted him...

*

Blackfeather awoke the next morning, as was his custom, when the first rays of the morning sun peeked above the distant, mist shrouded mountains – and as was also his custom, he was as naked as the stormy night he'd been foaled. He frowned, then felt the distinct warmth of another living body – and twisted his head over to see the Doe laying with her back to his, her head resting on her right foreleg and the other legs comfortably semi-folded. As he moved, she snorted and her eyelids fluttered open, before she began to crawl off his bed – a hand on her slender hip made her freeze.

“No...please – you don't have to get off the bed,” Blackfeather whispered, as he rolled over, then gently slid a paw between her front legs and cuddled her close. Confusion fought with instinct for the barest moment in her mind, before her conditioning kicked in and she relaxed, wriggling herself even closer against him.

“Does this please you master?” Whispered the Doe.

“Mmmm...” he mumbled, as he nuzzled between her ears with his broad nose. “Very much so little one. It – it has been many many winters, since I shared my bed with anyone – I had almost forgotten what it was like and...”

With a startled gasp, the Doe blinked and twitched, before Blackfeather moaned and he rolled swiftly away, coming to a rest with his hooves on the floor and head clutched in his pale white paws, ears flattened.

“I'm so sorry – I - “ he began.

Shivering, the Doe crawled off his bed, then walked around and placed her head on his right knee, looking only briefly at the velvety sheath, then up at him, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears as she felt shame and guilt washing over her.

“Master - “ She whispered. “It wasn't your fault - “

“You're a – a beautiful, young and attractive Doe – I – I'm not a colt any-more, I shouldn't react like that when I have a young female innocently laying against me.”

With a soft snort that ruffled the fine hairs on his well muscled lower belly, the Doe stepped backwards then moved between his knees, and she gazed up at him with such a look of love and trust, it would have melted the coldest glacier.

“Master, may I...” She breathed softly, eyes swimming with tears, as she felt his pain – almost like an empathic link – and felt the overriding commands in her mind, telling her to make him happy – in whatever way he wished, for such was the only way she could stop the painful repercussions as they began to singe the nerve endings along her spinal column from head to tail.

“What...what do you - “ His eyes widened, as she took a timid step closer, lowering her gaze – then she closed her eyes and her long supple tongue flickered over the dark, velvety sheath.

“No...stop – you – you don't have - “ he moaned, as the pleasure flashed up his spine like a strike of lightning.

“I do, master – I am compelled to make you happy - “ Whispered the Doe, as she closed her eyes again and resumed her supple licking.

Without words, he sat frozen – fear coupled with the unimagined pleasure of this enigmatic young Doe's tongue – before he gasped as she nuzzled against the sheath and timidly pressed her muzzle inwards, sliding the sheath slightly up her muzzle and she began to lick at the sensitive penis hidden within, her tail slowly beginning to flag as she sensed his pleasure – which aroused her own with equal intensity.

“Oh – Great Stallion save me - “ Blackfeather gurgled, his head tilting back, before he collapsed backwards onto his bed, strong, powerful white furred paws clutching at the sheets as he began writhing helplessly.

Flicking her ears, the Doe didn't comprehend to whom her master referred, she merely concentrated her whole attention on what she was doing – and slowly – she began to coax the slender prize out of the dark folds. At first only the slightly flared head appeared – and she licked over and around it – tongue bathing it until it was slick with her saliva, then she nuzzled at the sheath and was rewarded with another few inches – to which she turned her attentions once more.

“Dear Great Stallion – thank you for this blessing of one of the forest's children - “ Blackfeather gasped, each word punctuated with a snort through flaring nostrils.

“Master?” Inquired the Doe, as she lifted her head, then looked at him.

His only reply, was to lovingly caress her ears, then his hand flopped back onto the bed and he moaned helplessly. She obediently nodded twice, once again lowering her muzzle and coaxing even more of his rapidly firming length – and when he lipped delicately at the medial ring – he whinnied and bucked – causing the Doe's head to snap backwards like a whip, as the erection he had been fighting seized him and it swiftly achieved its full length. Startled, the Doe blinked, looking at the seven and half inch long penis before her muzzle – at least four and a half to the medial ring, the remaining length ending at the thick leathery sheath.

“No...not...not here, not...now...” Blackfeather grunted, as he gripped the sheets, then sat up, his penis slapping against his muscular belly and he shuddered.

“Master – you - “ began the Doe, as she glanced at the thick, strong length and then up at him. “I forgot to mention, I am – fully conversant in the sexual arts – those who made me ensured I was given the deep conditioning, so I could serve my master in anything – including sexual gratification - “

“I...” Blackfeather stood, his legs distinctly shaky, before he cautiously walked past the doe, his erection half its former size, but still appreciatively aroused.

“If it pleases you master – if you wished, I could – breed myself with you, I am fully capable of doing such, without harm – I know a myriad of sexual positions and ways to make my master happy – for doing such brings me happiness as well – and you are – if I may - “

Blackfeather snorted, then whickered a weak laugh. “My, dear, sweet Doe – you – how can this be so? A beautiful, gentle creature of the forest such as you - “

“You forget master,” replied the Doe, as she walked over and nuzzled his hip. “I am a product of the Inteli-Pet Corporation – I have been – imprinted – to please my owner – that owner – is you. You are in distress master, and it causes me pain, to see you in such – if I can alleviate this, then it in turn, will please me...and I would like nothing more, than to please you master.”

Shaking his head, Blackfeather left the bedroom, but the persistent Doe followed, then nuzzled him against the back.

“You’ve trained to mount me like a Stag?” Blackfeather laughed softly, then sprawled on his back on the thick rug, his fingers lightly stroking over his semi-errect length.

“if...master wished it of me – and - “ She looked around, then shivered. “There are no devices I can see master, than would assist in me performing as a Stag - “

He stared at her, mind reeling at her complete lack of self-effacement, for she answered truthfully and without the slightest trace of shame or guilt – in her voice, was nothing but love and trust – and he swallowed, before a deep shiver ran through him.

“Can you open drawers and cupboards?” He asked experimentally.

“If they have handles my teeth can grasp, yes master.” Answered the Doe respectfully.

Blackfeather sighed – torn between his disbelief – and the fantasy that his mind showed him in such arousing images.

“In my bedroom – the one you slept in – second drawer – you will find a leather bag – like a satchel. Please bring that here, then in the opposite drawer, is a - “ Blackfeather paused, before a flush creeped up his muzzle, staining his pale nose a light pink. “There is a squeeze bottle – about two inches wide and five long – can you carry that?”

Thinking for a moment, the Doe frowned in deep concentration, before she nodded and obediently trotted off, returning ten minutes later with the satchel strap slung around her neck and the bottle clenched tightly in her teeth, a distinctly unhappy look on her muzzle. He took the bottle from her, then glanced at her, before trailing a fingertip lightly along her chin and looking at the pale, sticky liquid.

“It...squirted in my muzzle, when I bit down on it Master – I – please don't be angry with me!”

He laughed delicately, rubbing at her sticky chin and lips, before rubbing the lube into the rug.

“My apologies, I did not tell you how to pick it up – I hope – it wasn't too bad for you...I've – I've never tasted it...”

With a cough, the Doe politely excused herself, returning shortly after having taken a dozen deep drinks of water, her muzzle still wet – but at least she'd washed the worst of the taste out. Obediently, without being bid, she knelt, folding her long legs beneath her, and waited patiently for Blackfeather to give her an order. He smiled, taking the satchel and unclasping the golden catch – pulling out a red, narrow leather halter, six golden bells over the top where it would sit on a small horses muzzle, just above the nose. Another halter like device was pulled from the satchel and untangled, and she frowned at it, before he stood and gestured for her to stand.

Without thought of disobedience, she climbed to her slender legs, bracing her hooves, then stood as he smiled and affixed the first halter over her head, adjusting the straps so it was tight, but not confining, the second went around her chest, just behind her front legs and over her shoulders, the other strapping passing around and through a thicker pad like chest plate and back up the other side, buckling onto the back of her neck. Once again, he adjusted the straps so they barely pressed down on her, and he looked critically at his handiwork.

“You look beautiful - “ he whispered, before laying himself back down, placing several thick cushions beneath his upper back and neck, three beneath his head so he was in a semi-reclining position.

Shaking her head, the bells on the bridge of her muzzle jangling musically, she frowned in consternation, then gazed down at him, before he smiled and began panting – the quickness of his breathing made her fearful for a moment, until she inhaled the unmistakable pheromones and glanced slightly over her shoulder – watching as he squeezed the tube and a copious amount of the horrible liquid sputtered onto his hands, which he then began rubbing slowly up and down his firming length.

“Master – may I ask what that is?” She inquired, flattening her ears and muzzle wrinkling slightly, not liking the scent.

“Its a – it will make what we're going to do – easier my dear, sweet Doe – I'm – well – I'm not a stag – as you can assume...”

Nodding, she smiled and nuzzled his chin thoughtfully, as he smiled and quickly rubbed his sticky paws against the rug.

“Now...can you..can you sit, with your hind legs forwards, and front legs supporting your weight? Is that possible for you? I – I don't even know if we can...” Blackfeather asked of her, as she rose and thought for a moment, her ears flicking too and fro.

It took her five minutes of awkward movement, and Blackfeather helped, pulling her forelegs forwards to an almost 45 degree angle and sliding his paws up her shins, until she locked her knees, the hind legs curved forwards, the tendons stretching uncomfortably, but not painfully, and he adjusted her back legs so they were as splayed as far apart as he could get them, without hurting her.

“Like...this, master?” asked the Doe, as she seemed to be sitting on her rump, body quivering with the unnatural position.

“Perfect my love – perfect – now – stand up...and stand over me – squat slightly – and hold the position until I tell you...that’s it, easy now girl - “

With a few struggles, and his strong, muscular paws and arms to help manoeuvre her, he soon her had in position – and wriggled himself forwards slightly, before she moaned and felt the sticky head of his penis slipped under her belly, sliding over the four teats and then up behind her and brushing against the underside of her tail. Without thinking of it, she snapped her tail upright, and Blackfeather shivered, biting his lower lip.

“Now – gently, love...gently...” he instructed her, as he placed his paws on her hips and lightly pulled her hind legs forwards.

Tilting her head back, she gasped as his penile head pressed against her tight, labial folds – then began to part them.

“Oh Great Stallion - “ Blackfeather whinnied, as he gave a weak thrust and pushed the Doe's hips down – her shivering and complying with his wish.

“Master - “ She gasped, her eyes widening as he slid a little deeper.

“Its alright my love – just – just breathe little Doe, just take deep, strong breaths - “

Blackfeather fought the urges that seared through him like a grass-fire – so hot the Doe's body was, the lube and her own secretions helping to slide him further in – the millennia of instincts urging him to drive himself to the base and begin wildly thrusting like a feral Stallion – tail flagging in time with his piston like thrusts – but he wanted their first lovemaking to be a slow, sensual and gentle thing. He felt her tense, then she started panting, her head dropping as she squeezed her eyes closed and pushed herself backwards – sliding him in until the medial ring was pushed inside her and she threw back her head and uttered a loud, piercing squeal – partly of pain – partly of pleasure and her slender tail snapped down and began flagging wildly against his penis and sheath.

“Oh...no...don't – oh please don't do - “ Blackfeather whinnied, as he shivered and instinctively pulled her down – as she squealed again and he felt the black, leather sheath pressed against her pale cream rump.

“Master – it...it...” She wept, a single drool of spittle oozing from the corner of her muzzle and dripping onto his chest, before she shuddered from ears to hooves and pushed herself up with her front legs – adjusting herself and straightening her spine – finding the uncomfortable pain eased to a much more easier position for their lovemaking.

“Oh my dear, sweet Doe...” Blackfeather gurgled helplessly, lost in the pleasures, as his hold on her upper thighs tightened.

“Master - “ Whispered the Doe, as she leaned forwards slightly, then gazed into his eyes.

“Anything my love – anything - “ Blackfeather grunted, as he began a careful rocking against her, sliding her forwards then back again, his teeth grinding loudly as he fought the urges to wildly thrust.

“Do you know what today is?” She murmured, before shivering convulsively and standing back up with her front legs, easing the burning ache in her groin and flagging her tail faster and faster against his sheath, giving the occasional forward movement as he pulled back – then moving back as he slid back in again – never once pulling far enough for the medial ring to slide out.

“It...” Blackfeather grunted, then slid his paws further around her hips, so he could splay his fingers and begin lifting the doe up, she willingly relaxing and letting him pull her up so he was barely inside her, then sliding her back down.

“Oh Master!” Squealed the Doe, tilting her head back and muzzle falling open, the saliva glands in her muzzle beginning to work overtime, the excess drooling from the corner of her slack lips.

“Its...” Blackfeather grunted, as he felt the Doe's willing groin smack against his sheath with a satisfying slap.

“Happy...Christmas, Master - “ Gurgled the Doe, as he began squeezing with her vaginal walls along his length.

“Happy Christmas, to you too my dear, sweet Doe...one thing - “ Blackfeather lifted her up again, letting her catch her breath, before he more enthusiastically pulled her back, feeling the Doe grunt and flag her tail faster. “I forgot – to tell you...that – liquid you accidentally swallowed some of? One of its properties – other than a warming agent - “

Blinking, the Doe shuddered and felt her body responding with more pleasure than pain, before she gasped and felt her hips slapped against her paint stallions groin.

“Is...it suppresses the male's orgasm – I hope you're comfortable my dear – sweet Doe – because we'll be making love – for the next three hours at least...”

Her eyes snapped open, and she lowered her head to stare down at him, before a unmistakable smile spread across her muzzle and her tail began truly flagging – beating like a fan against his sheath.

“I just...oh...oh Great Stallion preserve me...” Blackfeather shrieked, as he squeezed the doe tight, feeling her whole body convulse as the first orgasm seared down her spine, making her muscles contract in wild spasms.

“It doesn't...” She panted, muzzle hanging loosely, drool dripping from her lips, as she smiled weakly and shivered. “Seem to work on the Does...”

END