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Blacktail Sanctuary

Chapter Thirteen,

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

11th June, 2019

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Stephen stared, his eyes widening as his mouth fell open, the lead rope falling from his nerveless fingers before he slumped down on to his knees.

“Your - “ He mumbled, his mind unable to comprehend what Kelly had told him.

“It was an accident!" Kelly wailed, rolling over and turning her back to him, as Jasmine bleated, looking between Stephen and Kelly, torn between her instinct and emotions, as she perceived the changes in their scents. “I was young, stupid, impulsive even – my second heat, I was only sixteen, in human years..."

Stephen summoned his strength to stand, then walked over and sat on the bed, before he carefully rolled Kelly back and cradled her head in his lap, his free hand stroking the quivering Jasmine's neck soothingly.

“Talk to me Kelly, please?" Stephen asked, as he looked down into his lovers tear streaked eyes.

"I was young – stupid, oh, so stupid – a friend - “ Kelly wailed, her anger draining from her body and mind, replaced with soul crushing grief and despair. “- owned a deer farm, I helped him there."

“Where - “ Stephen began, then thought better of it and shushed, letting Kelly tell her story in her own way and time.

“Where, well, my people have – deep – drives within us, ancestral compulsions and instincts. It was only my second heat, I'd truly come into breeding age – my instincts longed for me to breed, but I was scared and frightened."

Steven stroked both does tenderly, listening to Kelly's tale.

“I know – it was a mistake, it was – my instincts were difficult to control, impulsive and overwhelming, I'm sure all young Anthropomorphic people suffer the same thing – part of us, conditioned to act and control ourselves, like humans – part of us – the ancestral, animal part – it has instincts and we need to learn to suppress and control them."

“I can't begin to imagine - “ Stephen whispered.

Kelly sniffed, trying to be brave, but the tears kept flowing, so she rolled away again, ashamed and embarrassed.

“Honey, please – tell – tell me what happened, please?"

“I – found – a young stag and...he was about three and a half, nowhere near dominant enough to challenge for mating rights..."

Stephen's eyes close, as he continues stroking Jasmine, who lays her head in his lap, her eyes sliding closed, as Stephen leans back against the headboard, listening to Kelly's sad, frightening tale...

*

Kelly walked amongst the does, many of them knew her by sight and scent, they'd trot over to her for a scratch behind the ears, or a cuddle, a rub here or there – they loved her, and Kelly loved them. Her nostrils flared, smelling the strong potent scent of urine and musk – a few does having the stronger scent of the dominant stag's gland on their rumps or backs.

“Must be nice - “ Kelly muttered to herself, before she blushed, her inner ears turning crimson and she swallowed and glanced around her – fearing someone would see her blush and her momentary twitch.

Her own hormones were at their peak of her cycle, the warmth from her groin almost driving her mad with longing and desire.

Sure, Kelly had pleasured herself – both with toys and her own fingers, but it was a poor substitute.

Her mind, her more feral instincts, compelled her and drove her – even though she struggled to suppress them. What she wanted, no, needed - was wrong, she knew that, but she couldn't fight the compulsions that drove her.

Making her way through the does, Kelly paused at the high gate, that separated the bachelor bucks, their grunts, bleats and barks as their testosterone seized their minds was a deafening cacophony. Now and again, two would clash with a loud crunch, antlers scraping, snorts and grunts as they pushed and shoved, trying to decide who was dominant and who would submit.

Their fights were never fatal, one stag always backed down and fled, but these were young stags – practice fighting and asserting their dominance amongst each other – for none of them had a hope against the full grown, six year old who ruled the bachelors with antlers like the branches of a tree. He was strong, powerful and majestic – no young buck lasted long in a fight with him, he was too cunning, to experienced and too strong.

Kelly's eyes widened, as she looked from one to another, the urge growing second by second, before she whimpered softly, her vulva quivering in expectation and longing, her panties growing wet as her body become more and more aroused.

Finally, her heart settled on a slender, almost effeminate stag – he stood alone, head bowed, his pelt missing fur here and there – obviously from the sharp antlers of his older, stronger companions. Kelly made her way over, keeping the fence between herself and the stag, before she whistled and his head come up and he looked at her inquisitively.

Kelly smiled, then moved closer to the fence, both curious and afraid, before she glanced around timidly and lifted her knee length skirt, pressing her wet panties against the fence. At first, the stag merely looked at her, before his ears pricked forwards and he moved right up to the fence, inhaling the scent from Kelly's genitals.

He snorted, then sniffed again, before licking at it, the soft tongue slurping at her panties, whilst Kelly giggled and quivered, then hurriedly dropped her skirt again, a deep flush of embarrassment and shame flooding her.

“Shhh, its alright - “ Kelly whispered, as she reached beneath her skirt and into her panties, giving her quivering folds a few sensual caresses, then placing her palm against the fence, allowing the stag to lick and nuzzle her fingers and hooflets.

His reaction was – to put it mildly – quite arousing for her. He barked and grunted, then tried to mount her through the fence, but Kelly blushed and moved away towards the gate, the young buck following.

“Good – good boy, come on - “ Kelly giggled shyly, as she slipped through the gate and moved purposefully down the run, heading for the breeding sheds.

Obediently, the stag followed, both torn between the scent of this strange doe, and his eagerness to follow, maybe she'd give him some treats or feed? In the shed, Kelly waited until he nervously entered, before she turned about and closed the large door, sliding the timber locking bar into place.

“Now...how do we..." Kelly pondered.

Kelly squealed, as she felt the stag mount her from behind, his front legs gripping her awkwardly around the chest, his hind hips quivering and thrusting his half-erect penis against her back.

“No!" Down!" Kelly squealed, struggling out of the frenetic stag's grip and slapping him lightly on the nose.

He backed a way, snorting and quivering, before he moved towards her, but Kelly stamped a cloven hoof and he backed away again, lowering his head and trembling.

“I know what you...what – we – want young one, I've never bred before so...I'm a little confused and..."

He approached timidly, nuzzling her belly, then up her blouse and he licked her throat, before flagging his tail at her, tilting his head to the side and bleating again. Kelly didn't understand him, but she gently pushed him back, before she quickly pushed her skirt down her hips and stepped out of it, her panties following.

Now, from the waist down, she was naked, and the stag shyly approached, drawn by the scent of Kelly being in season and he quivered helplessly – before she smiled and play her hands on the back of his head and carefully pushed his head down, so his dark, wet nostrils nuzzled against her warm folds.

He inhaled deeply, before he snorted and Kelly giggled, then he took a few experimental licks, his slender, soft tongue flickering over, then inside Kelly's labial folds.

“Oh..." Kelly moaned softly, her knees quivering. “Oh that - “

Again, he leapt, trying to mount her, but Kelly pushed him away. He backed away obediently, then stood watching, as Kelly turned her back on him, then carefully crouched down, placing her knees apart and her palms on the soft loamy soil. Her tail quivered, before it began flagging.

At first afraid and confused, the young bachelor moved forwards, recognising the scent of an in season doe – well – it smelt – like a doe...the tail flicker...

Kelly gasped, as he suddenly leapt up, then thrust forwards, gripping her ribs with his forelegs, his hips pistoning against her rump, as he danced from one cloven hoof to the other, his penis bigger than she imagined – as it thrust and slid along her rump and back.

“No...little one, it – doesn't go - “ Kelly grunted, as she reached back with one paw, then her fingers lightly touched the stag's penis.

He bucked and squealed, throwing himself backwards and dismounting – his cries one of fright and frustration.

“hey, its alright – come on, try – again, please?" Kelly smiled, her head hanging down and breathing coming in quicker and shorter pants.

Driven more by lust than her voice, the youngster moved forwards again, then mounted her, gripping her tighter than before. Kelly lowered her middle back, which lifted her hips. With a few short, sharp thrusts, the stag's penis poked against the underside of her tail, then her tightly puckered anus.

Kelly panicked, thinking he was about to mate her like that, of course, wasn't the -first- male under her tail – there -

With frustration, the stag twitched and stamped his hind hooves, his penis flicking and his body trembling, before at last, he moved from hind hoof to hind hoof, at last, finding the glistening, wet and incredible warmth of Kelly's labial folds. As the first two inches slid into her, pressing against her clitoris and the bottom of her vaginal passage, Kelly grunted and gasped.

Without warning, the buck quivered – then his hips rocked forwards as he gave a sharp lunge, all nine inches of his entire length driven deep into Kelly's tight folds. Kelly squealed like a maiden doe, the force of the stag's lunge nearly making her fall, before she grunted and he panted, his penis thrust deep into her, then a second later come the hot, intense spraying of his semen.

“Oh, no...no...no!" Kelly gasped, then elbowed the stag in the belly, trying to force him to dismount. “No, stop it - “

He merely grunted, then bucked again, as yet another orgasm flooded her body, its heat almost unbearable as the stag grunted again and began licking the back of Kelly's head and neck.

“Get...get off me!" Kelly wept, her mind having gone from wonderment, pleasure and happiness – to fear and a growing nausea that clenched her entrails.

Again and again, the Stag paused, his breathing short, rapid pants, before he bucked his hips five times more in the next fifteen minutes – another three powerful orgasms filling Kelly's vagina, cervix and womb, eventually starting to leak out of her convulsing labia. Kelly's tears flowed like wine, spattering onto the dirt floor, as she wept in shame and guilt – her stomach twisting and entrails aching.

At last, momentarily spent, the stag gave her a last, loving lick, before he stepped back and dismounted, then Kelly's hips dropped and she moaned as a copious amount of her own natural fluids and the stag's semen gushed from her vagina and puddled on the floor beneath her.

*

Pausing, Kelly used the palms of her hands to wipe away her tears, before she curled up on the bed, gripping her knees with her paws and sobbing helplessly.

“It...it wasn't – what I expected..." Kelly whimpered, sickened and horrified, never having told anyone that story – not even her lover and partner, Stephen.

“So how..." Stephen looked at Jasmine, who lifted her head, then looked up at Stephen and bleated softly, before she lay her head back down and her eyes closed.

“Not many know this - “ Kelly whispered, before a convulsive sob wracked her. “We – the anthropomorphic people – it's...rare, very rare – but some of us – can interbreed, I suppose the best word is... We're fertile to both – feral animals, wild ones I mean...or – human's..."

To Be Continued.