FSE

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This story wasn't initially meant to be in the same sort of setting as Breakin' Colts, but I realized more than half-way through that it might as well be since it has feral anthros, so...

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“Ahh, the great outdoors!” Heather sighed in sheer delight, taking big lungfuls of air as she walked along the forest trail, keeping her eyes out for little tell-tale signs.

“It’s practically our back yard…” John replied, walking a step behind his mother and failing to catch her infectious enthusiasm.

“Exactly, and you should be thankful for that. You know some people have to drive for hours just to get away from concrete, and then God knows how much more until they’re out of the suburbs.” She continued to lecture her son.

“Yeah, but you know this isn’t really my thing…”

“Oh, I know! That’s why I didn’t take no for an answer. It’s high time someone made a man out of ya!”

“I only just turned eighteen…” John protested, but he knew it would be of little use when his mother was in this sort of mood.

“Exactly – you’re past due for this sort of thing! I was fourteen when your grandma took me on my first hunt.”

“And just what am I… what is this supposed to change?” he asked, anxious about what would happen if they even spotted any deer. Heaving a sigh, Heather stopped and turned around, bending over to get her eyes level with her son’s.

“Johnny, you’re just like your father. And you know how much I love him, but after we met if I hadn’t made all the moves, you’d never have been born. Now, you’re a handsome, bright young man entering his prime, but all that will be a waste if you don’t get some… confidence.” She finished, knowing her son needed to get something else, namely- laid.

And she knew he wanted to. Despite his dislike of camping she’d seen him pitch tents, especially when a pretty girl walked by, and even now he was doing his best to only sneak covert glances at her cleavage. She couldn’t really blame him, since it was summer and she wasn’t wearing much – her camouflaged cut-offs barely covered her cheeks and hugged her shapely rear so snuggly they may as well have been painted on, and she wore nothing under an orange hunting vest that was a few sizes too small, enough to push her breasts up so far that no boy could really ignore them. And she didn’t mind him sneaking a peek, but that was all he was going to get from her. After all, she was his mother, and there were some things that were just inappropriate.

“F-fine…’ John gave up, knowing he was too much like his father, which meant there was no way he was going to get his mom to change her mind. After all, that’s why they were living in Bramble Grove in the first place.

He knew how they’d met – his mom had been born and raised here, and had met his dad when he came to stay over at his grand-parents’ one summer, who lived just a few house’s away. It had been enough for him to keep coming back, and even to move there so that he could marry the girl he’d fallen in love with, knowing there was no chance of getting her to leave.

As Heather continued to walk in front of him, John did his best not to look straight ahead, which is to say at the thirty-six year old woman’s bouncy rear. What little she wore left a lot of her tanned skin exposed, but he supposed he should be grateful for that much. His mother preferred to wear as little as possible in the summer and insisted on sunbathing in the nude, something that was considered common in the small woodland town.

The people of Bramble Grove were fairly no-nonsense types who did things because their grand-pappies and grand-mammies did them like that. The thing was that the aforementioned grandparents had been pretty free-thinking, not to mention free-lovin’ types, and had laid down some very interesting foundations for the little town’s sensibilities. Which is why deer hunting was such a huge thing here, and why…

John’s thought were disrupted when he bumped against his mother who immediately crouched down and motioned for him to do the same. Her blonde ponytail flicked over one shoulder as she looked back at him and pointed his eyes towards a slight break in the shrubs. He squinted until he finally picked up the shapes of two deer, kneeling under a tree and snacking on fern sprouts.

Once they’d crept a little closer he could make them out – one was a fairly young buck, judging by his small rack, and the other... Well the other deer had a very impressive rack despite lacking any actual horns. His eyes went wide at the sight of the doe’s heavy-looking white furred chest as the female demurely picked and nibbled on the juicy flora around her.

His mother tugged his sleeve and he managed to drag his attention away to gesture that she was going to target the buck, and he, being the less experienced shot, should take the slightly larger doe. Doing his best not to make any sound, John raised the rifle and took aim, trying to steady his hands as the sound of his heart thumping filled his ears. This was the moment of truth. He was about to become a real man.

Pulling on the trigger, he heard the huff of his rifle as his shot hit home, and another such sound as his mom fired, hitting her target with practiced ease. The deer rose, startled at first until they pulled the darts from their furry hides, hesitating as they did their work. They were tiny things, barely enough to break the deer’s skin, but their potency was obvious. As the aphrodisiac took effect, the posture of the two cervine became less alarmed, the pairs’ powerful chests heaving as they took deep breaths.

“Okay, we’ve waited long enough. Let’s introduce ourselves before the buck decides to mount his dam.” She said, already undoing the zipper of her vest and shrugging the garment off as she got up and walked towards the duo.

Two sets of big brown eyes focused on the human female with obvious interest, especially from the buck whose long, red shaft was quickly emerging from his sheath. Heather paused her long, confident strides only long enough to wriggle out of her pants, revealing nothing underneath them but more perfect, coppery skin.

The two deer walked up to her, the last remnants of their natural skittishness driven away by the drug that amped up their mating instincts to the point that an unarmed human looked anything but intimidating. Hoof-nailed hands reached out tentatively to touch her smooth skin while Heather showed even less reservation, trailing one hand down the tight muscles beneath the bucks fur while the other cupped one of the doe’s furry breasts.

“Come along John, they won’t bite!” his mother called as two delicate muzzles buried themselves against her neck, both cervines eagerly sniffing the woman’s scent.

Snapping out of his trance, John left the rifle along with his mother’s and began to approach the trio, fumbling with his shirt as he went. After all, this was what hunting was, at least in this day and age. He knew that ages ago when deer walked around on four legs instead of the now normal two they were hunted for their meat, pelts and horns. As the species changed, so did appetites, and when someone said they were going out for some venison, it was assumed they would be hungry once they got back.

The young man found his initial reluctance and anxiety about the whole idea melting away as he got closer to his catch – the doe who’d just turned her head to regard him, her long ears perking up and her nose-pad sniffing the air as he approached. She was a breathtaking sight, a strange mixture of toned muscles and soft curves, all of it wrapped up in a strange feral grace. Her big brown eyes showed no sign of sentience, but they seemed to glimmer with curiosity as she eyed him without any concept of shame.

Clearly deciding which of the humans she found more interesting, the doe abandoned his mother and took a few steps towards the young male, leaving the human female to the attentions of the young buck who could only be her son. Her breasts swayed a little with every delicate step, the delicately rounded globes crowned by a tuft of fluffy white fur that sank in a peak between the cervines mounds, looking much like an upside-down version of the underside of her tail, which was even now twitching above her toned rear.

The wind shifted just then, carrying the female’s scent towards him, and John found his nostrils flaring as he took in lungfuls of her scent. It was hard to describe, resembling spices and the smell of fresh sawdust, but all the while being something that his brain recognized as much a part of her feminine allure as the sight of her glorious body.

Heather couldn’t help but smile at the look on her son’s face as the doe approached him. The boy was the spitting image of his father at that age, namely the time she’d stripped naked in front of him. She knew she definitely hadn’t worn that expression when she’d first gone hunting with her mother, because she clearly remembered pouting. The two women had brought down a great stag, and her mother had insisted that she went first to ‘take some wind out of him’ before the sulking girl could have her turn. A far cry from the gentle buck even now lovingly nuzzling her breasts, his long cervine tongue flicking over her silky-smooth skin.

“Oh come on boy, you’re a little too big to still be nursing…” she teased the young deer as he latched onto one stiff nipple and began to suck eagerly. “C’mon, let’s show you some other fun things you can do with a woman…” she said, running one hand down the buck’s muscular abs, down his twitching shaft until she was touching his sheath. She grabbed the fluffy covering of the bucks cock tight and immediately felt the young beast lunge against her grip, his long, smooth shaft sliding along her arm and leaking his pre all over her.

Heather couldn’t help but grin at the sight of the eager buck humping into her grip, wondering briefly how much time she had to admire that growing rosy-pink shaft before the young male reached the point of no return. But before she had her fun, she wanted to make sure her son was all set with his girl.

After managing to tear her eyes away from the buck fucking her hand she saw the doe was getting down on her knees, her muzzle trailing down John’s flat belly, the black nose-pad twitching as the doe took in his scent, sniffing out the smell she was now desperate for. She figured the old girl must have been caught a time or two before because she only gave her son’s bobbing shaft a few long, eager licks before taking the tip in her mouth and sliding her muzzle down, easily taking every inch of the young human’s shaft.

Yeah, not your first rodeo, is it honey? she thought as she watched the doe move her muzzle up and down her new mate’s cock, her cheeks dimpling visibly as she sucked hungrily on the length gliding along her tongue. She was tempted to join her and see how much of this buck she could get down her throat, but the young male’s eagerness was infections and she decided she could always have a taste later.

The look on the deer’s face was almost heartbreaking as she released his cock to bob forlornly in the empty air, but Heather figured he’d forgive her once he saw what she was about to offer him. She felt her heart flutter and a few drops of her honey trickle down the inside of one shapely thigh as she spread her legs before leaning forward and bracing her hands against a nearby tree. She didn’t have a tail to raise, but she did thrust her toned rear out to the virgin buck, and wasn’t surprised a bit to feel hoof-nailed fingers tentatively trace the contours of her round cheeks.

“That’s it boy, now come and get your doe…” she cooed, feeling her nipples stiffen as the young deer’s touch became more confident.

He couldn’t understand her, but those big pointed ears could tell a lot from the tone of voice, and her husky comment screamed ‘fuck me’ in a very universal language. She felt those strong hands move with some reluctance upwards, past her hips until they had a firm mating hold on her slim waist, her lover shuffling closer as the leaky tip of his cock began to poke and prod at her rear.

John had both hands on the doe’s head, feeling more like he was holding on for dear life than guiding her. The busty female seemed both capable and eager, sliding her muzzle up and down his length even as she kept that long cervine tongue pressed at the underside of his shaft. Combined with the almost hungry was she was suckling his cock, it was more than enough to overwhelm the virgin teen. And if she kept this up it wouldn’t be long before he fed her what she seemed so eager to swallow.

“Aaahhh! Son of a…” the sharp cry brought his attention to his mother, the woman who gave birth to him clenching her teeth, her legs tensing as the buck sheathed his cock inside her in one stroke.

“Mom, you okay?” he asked, worried a little despite the knowledge that his mother had been hunting since she was younger than he was now.

“Yeah, just made the –ungh! – mistake of trusting a virgi –ah!- virgin buck to find the right hole on his first try!” she said, struggling to get the sentence out as the inexperienced male began to hump into her rear.

John looked puzzled for a few seconds as his blood-starved brain tried to make sense of the statement, until he noticed that the young deer’s cock seemed to be entering his mother a bit higher than it should have. His shyness came back in full force once he realized he was watching his mom get fucked in the ass by the bucking cervine, but something about her grunts told him she wasn’t exactly in distress.

“Easy there bucko, this isn’t a race!” Heather barked back at the young deer, changing her position subtly to make the sudden anal penetration easier to bear.

Truth be told, she very much enjoyed having her rump pumped every now and again, and even liked to have someone get a little extra-frisky back there, despite the knowledge that she’d end up regretting it in the morning. But she always liked it slow to start with, and while the buck rutting her rear was completely lacking in experience, he certainly wasn’t in vigour.

The young cervine was still thrilled with the sensation of something tight and warm around his cock and was just thrusting into her, grinding his sheath against her pucker as he tried to get as deep inside the smooth-skinned female as he could. Heather knew it was only a time until his instincts kicked in and did her best to relax and find the best position to take what was sure to be a wild ride.

John was forced to pry his eyes away from his mother’s… predicament… when he felt his shaft twitch and his sack pull up. He pulled the doe’s head close to his crotch, noting the way her large ears twirled as she closed her eyes and continued to suckle on his length, the warm puffs of her breath tickling his crotch.

He felt the first gush of cum spray from his tip, the doe easily swallowing his gooey offering even as the next one shot down her throat. John actually thought his legs were going to give out as he came harder than he ever did in his life, marveling at the way the suckling doe eagerly took every drop that he pumped into that delicate muzzle.

Heather couldn’t help but grin at her son already giving the doe a treat, figuring the boy wouldn’t last long under the deer-gal’s seemingly expert touch. A sharp thrust tore the smile from her lips and coaxed a sharp cry from her as the buck mounting her pulled half way out and immediately sheathed the whole rosy rod back inside her with such force that she had to stand on the tips of her toes.

He was already quite a big boy, and the huntress knew that if she was going to enjoy this back-door buck, she’d need some lube and fast. Fortunately she knew just where to get some. After all, her son wasn’t the only virgin here, and deer had a short fuse as a rule. As the buck on her back settled into a rhythm, Heather made sure to relax her pucker every time the steely length was driven up her toned ass, and gave her lover a good squeeze every time he pulled up.

The hot huffs of the young deer against the back of her neck told her it was doing the trick, and she knew it was only a matter of minutes until she was nice and slippery. Looking to the side, she noticed the doe lovingly licking her son’s softening shaft clean, while the boy looked a little confused about how to proceed.

“Uhh, mom, what do I…” John asked, blushing as a beet as he asked his mother for advice on sex even as she was taking it up the ass from a very energetic buck.

“For God’s sakes, Johnny, just – ungh! – lay her down! You’re not going to be roug – Aaah! – rougher on her than a stag would be!” she instructed between cries and grunts, the deer behind her illustrating her point perfectly.

The doe was still kneeling in front of him, looking expectant and eager as John managed to shrug aside every shred of decency before grabbing her shoulders and pushing the cervine female so that she fell on her back. He felt like a heel the moment he did it, but was surprised at the doe’s reaction. The deer stretched out languidly, spreading her legs and getting comfy on the mossy ground, looking up at him with a warm beckoning look a human woman would give a lover who’d just laid her down gently on a bed covered with rose petals. The surprised boy wasted no time lowering himself until he was kneeling between the doe’s legs, the female’s ears twitching eagerly as her muzzle opened and she began to make little plaintive noises.

“So what do… I mean how should I…” John began, trying to take his eyes off the doe long enough to ask his mother the question.

“Just – mpf! – start stroking and licking whatever looks good until you’re hard again.” She said as the buck continued to do just that against her sore cheeks. And if you so much as try and ask me what to do next, I’ll come over there and put you inside her myself!

“Ngh, now come on boy, I don’t need to tell you what to do as well, do I?” she husked, directing her question to the deer rutting her rump as hard as he could. “Just be a good boy and let loose. Empty that heavy sack in my tight little rear…” Heather almost purred, knowing the sheer arousal dripping off every word would help push the young buck over.

She knew she was close when the young cervine gave a few particularly savage thrusts into her ass, the impact making her thighs tremble as she felt the sack resting against her lips twitch and pull up. She gave the young deer one last teasing squeeze with her pucker, and a second later felt a torrent of virile young cervine spunk being pumped into her pert behind.

“Ooooh, there’s a good boy! Fill your little doe up…” she cooed as she savored the sensation of the buck blasting his cum deep inside her, her body taking as much of the creamy goo as it could before it began to ooze out past her stretched-out pucker. With every powerful blast a little more ran out, the white trickle reaching her lips where Heather was surprised it didn’t hiss and sizzle, her slit feeling like it was on fire after having the buck’s heavy sack smack against it as he bred her rump.

The deer didn’t pull out of her, or even go soft for that matter, but the experienced huntress didn’t really expect him to. She knew that a buck this young would be fully hard and at it (‘it’ in this case being her firm little butt) once again in a minute at most. What did surprise her, and pleasantly at that, was when the buck mounting her stretched out with his chest resting against her back. Even through the fluffy fur, heather could feel lean, hard muscles pressed against her, and even the powerful beating of the buck’s pounding heart.

The deer also shifted his hands, sliding them upwards from her waist until he’d reached her hanging breasts. Once his soft palms touched her ripe mounds the deer-boy gave them an affectionate squeeze, his surprisingly tender groping drawing out a little moan from his smooth-skinned doe. Good instincts kid! She thought, squeezing her pucker a little to give her considerate cervine a little reward.

As the last of his seed drooled into her, Heather could feel him once again begin to grind that white-furred sheath against her messy rosebud, his shaft never softening for an instant as he prepared for an encore performance. The huntress knew that some deer would pull out at this point, and try to get the right hole the second time, but buck on her back had been a virgin until moments ago, and he couldn’t imagine how this could possibly be the wrong hole.

Not that Heather had any intention of correcting him. She felt like she’d taken a pint of his spunk up her rear and was as lubed up as she could be, which meant that she could really relax and enjoy the deer’s next session, one she knew would be much longer after he’d just blown his wad inside her. As he began to move in and out – slowly and only an inch or two since he was still quite sensitive – Heather looked over to where her son was laying on top of the buck’s mother, glad to see some of the boy’s instincts we’re kicking in.

After nuzzling the breasts spread out over the doe’s chest, John moaned into one as he took a rosy nipple into his mouth and began to suckle and kiss the nub. Soft moans left the doe’s muzzle as he put one hand one the back of his head, pressing his face into the soft flesh of her teat even as the teen’s other hand slid lower across her belly.

John felt a tingle run through his fingers as they slipped along the white-furred path and between the doe’s spread legs, to a place where fur stopped to reveal bare, silky and quite wet skin. He drew in a shuddering breath through his nose, the fragrance of the cervine female only making his heart beat faster as he realized he was touching his first pussy. He wasn’t sure what to do, sliding his fingers lower a fraction of an inch at a time, feeling the cleft between the doe’s plump lips, as well as the heat coming from her sex.

He tentatively slipped one finger into the deer’s honeypot, the cooing cry from above telling him in no uncertain way how it felt for the female. The doe began to buck her hips lightly against his fingers, her sex seeming to try and draw his digit further in as her juices almost gushed from the silky slit. John pushed his finger in as far as it would go, probing the cervine love-tunnel as he took his mouth of one perfect teat and latched on to the other.

The sheer intimacy of the moment was somewhat marred by the sounds his mother was making as the buck once again began to ride her ass. On one side, listening to the woman who gave him birth both grunt and moan under the rutting cervine was bad enough, and made all the worse by his mother’s encouraging but quite graphic pillow-talk directed at the buck mounting her. On the other, the sight of the mating pair, as well as the sounds and even the smells were stirring something deep inside the teen, some competitive masculine instinct that urged him onward.

It was only when his cock brushed against one furry thigh that he realized that he was already rock-hard again, and with that realization came the need to find out what that warm, dripping slit felt like wrapped around him. Bracing his hands against the ground he managed to nudge his shaft until the tip was parting the doe’s lips, and with a quick look at her deep brown eyes, drove his length all the way in with one stroke.

The sensation of his cock sliding smoothly into the motherly deer’s depths proved overwhelming for the teen, and as the snug tunnel began to lovingly pulse around his length he found himself collapsing on top of his lover. Still, the doe was slightly bigger than he was and certainly didn’t seem to mind supporting his weight, immediately wrapping one arm around his chest while the other buried his face in the white fur covering her throat.

Even though he couldn’t see anything apart from snowy fur, John’s brain was busy enough sorting out the other senses. The eager little whimpers the doe made as she impatiently ground her crotch against his, the sensation of her lush breasts pressed flat against his chest, her nipples stiffening against his smooth skin… But more than anything, John was caught by her scent – a wild fragrance that he couldn’t describe but couldn’t get enough of, as he found himself sniffing the doe’s fur, the motherly female seeming to enjoy and accept the sensation of her lover’s huffs against her neck.

“Don’t tease the poor girl, Johnny! Give it to her as hard as you can, that’s what she needs from you…” Heather called out, even as the doe’s son did just that to her. Nice to see some boys don’t need to be told how to treat a lady!

The buck on top of her was rutting her once again, but the young cervine seemed too enamored with her breasts to let them go. This meant that he was still lying on top of her, and as a result his thrusts were a little shorter. This suited Heather just fine, and the huntress was thoroughly enjoying the sensation of the thickest part of the deer’s cock pistoning in and out of her little pucker while the tip prodded deeper inside her than a human male could reach.

But now that the buck wasn’t pounding her with all his weight, she found she could keep herself braced with just one arm, freeing her other hand to make itself useful a little further south. The deer-boy was good, and his rapid, messy strokes had her right on the edge, the buxom woman’s toes already curling in her boots as her rump was bred. The hand trailing down her firm tummy felt electric, and Heather had to bite her lip once her finger’s finally reached her sex, her lips burning despite the fact that they were dripping in the cervine cum being pumped out of her with every thrust.

Although the sensation of her lover’s pouch knocking against them was pleasant, her nimble fingers felt like heaven as they caressed her swollen lips, the panting huntress giving her slick slit a good, vigorous rub before slipping one finger into the dripping honeypot. She came the moment she felt the digit slip past her lips but neither she nor the buck mounting her slowed down. She pumped the finger in and out of her even as she drenched her hand in her own juices, her legs quivering from the sensation of both her holes getting vigorously pumped.

John couldn’t pinpoint the moment he’d started moving his hips, gently thrusting into the doe, the motherly cervine making happy little noises as she held him close, her legs spreading to give him even better access to the moist cleft between them. He still couldn’t force himself to look up and raise his face from the deer’s neck, but he could hear her son rutting away at his mother – wet smacks, each one punctuated by the cries of the huntress, urging the buck to take her even harder.

The human boy didn’t feel like competing, since his lover seemed to enjoy the tender yet passionate pace as much as he did. He looked up for a second, catching the cervine female doing the same to him as her deep brown eyes betrayed her arousal. The doe bent her long, slender neck and John was surprised when she pressed her muzzle to his lips, her tongue playfully darting into his mouth as she kissed the youth mating her.

The teen found himself returning the kiss, lost in the manifold delights of the deer femme as he pumped away between her legs, moaning into her muzzle as the walls of her sex seemed to caress his shaft with every smooth stroke. Being inside the doe was better than anything he’d ever imagined, and John was glad of the load he’d spent in the same muzzle his tongue was now exploring, knowing he would have come on his first thrust into the warm sex even now milking his shaft.

He’d seen the buck before he’d sheathed himself in his mother’s behind, and was worried if he could even please a female who must be used to a full-grown stag, but he doubted the doe writhing blissfully underneath him could fake her reactions this well even if she wanted to. Still, he was eager to please his cervine lover and kept subtly changing his angle, trying to find a particularly sensitive spot inside her soaked sex.

He knew he’d found something when the doe bleated into their kiss, her tail flicking up and tickling the teen’s sack as his thrust seemed to prod her just right. John picked up his pace, trying to hit that same spot with every shallow, rapid thrust. The doe broke their kiss, panting as those big brown eyes glazed over, her heart beating hard enough for the human male to feel it even through the fur and the pillowy breasts squeezed tight against his chest.

John felt his own orgasm mounting, and barely even registered the doe’s legs wrapping around him, cloven hooves digging into his cheeks a little as his lover held him as close against her as possible. Or for that matter his own mother, almost screaming for her buck to fuck her despite the fact that the smacking sounds coming from their direction told him he was doing just that.

But even that faded away when the cervine slit he was thrusting into suddenly seemed to grow a few sizes smaller, the velvety walls pulsing around him as the female threw her head back, a long, shaky bleat leaving her throat as she soaked John’s crotch. That was more than the boy could take, and with a groan he thrust himself inside the climaxing female one last time, grinding his crotch against her dripping lips with every ounce of strength he had as his cock pulsed, the doe’s sex eagerly sucking up every drop of his warm spunk.

A drunken grin spread itself across Heather’s face at the sight of her little boy grunting away as he obviously bred the deer gal. Her own ass was practically numb from the buck’s rutting, her cheeks feeling almost sunburned from the smacks of the male’s lean muscular body against her bouncy behind. She pumped her pussy furiously, three fingers diving in and out of the wet slit as she managed to bring herself to another orgasm, the insides of her tanned thighs now glistening with both her juices and the bucks.

The sensation of her pucker once again clenching madly around him seemed to send her young lover over the edge, and Heather found herself almost bleating herself as teeth gently clamped down between her shoulder and neck, the cervine male mauling her tits as he gave her a dominant mating bite.

For the second time that day Heather felt the sensation of the buck’s cock coming alive within her, blasting her insides with another flood of virile cervine seed as she did her best to milk the long, slender shaft of every precious drop. As the torrent slowed to a trickle, heather wondered if the buck might stay inside her and try for a third run, but once he took his teeth from her neck and his hands from her breasts, she knew the boy had given his all.

As the long red shaft slipped out of her well-bred rump she made sure to clench up, although she knew she was already the mess back there after the buck had humped his first load right out of her. Looking to the side she was surprised to see her son with his head between the doe’s legs, busily cleaning up his mess as the surprised female toyed with her breasts.

“That’s it, Johnny, leave only footprints!” she teased her son, but his cavalier attitude did give her an idea.

“Well?” she asked her cervine lover, craning her neck to look back at him and shaking her messy ass at him. Fortunately the buck took the hint, and seconds later Heather was cooing away along with the doe as a broad, smooth tongue began sliding up her thighs, moving up to the spot where they met and then between her cheeks as the young deer diligently cleaned her up.

Once both glowing females were spotless, she took her dazed son’s hand and led him away back towards their gear where they got dressed and began to head back home. They’d barely left the two deer before they picked up some very suggestive sounds coming from behind them.

“Aw crap, looks like we’ll have to go back. Seems like junior still has enough juice in him to try and mount his momma…” she said, almost turning back before she heard a familiar bleat ringing out from the clearing.

“Oh, it’s okay after all. Looks like he didn’t find the right hole with her either!” Heather said cheerfully as she continued on the path home, her son blushing as he trailed behind her.