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Deep Conditioning

Chapter Seven

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

14th October, 2017,

All Rights Reserved.

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?"

Rosie 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.

To Be Continued...