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Inteli-Pet Corporation

In Deer Trouble

Chapter Two

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

18th September, 2021

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Next morning, whilst Lester slept a deep sleep, Buckley and Fawne rose early, shortly after dawn. Buckley was stiff and sore after the enthusiastic lovemaking he and Lester had shared the night before, so he was a bit stiff and unsettled.

Fawne followed him like a fawn, staying close and learning by watching him as he nudged open the sliding door to the backyard, then stepped out. Fawne followed quietly, before her nose twitched and she inhaled the scents around her.

“Breakfast is over here for us Fawne, please, eat what you wish of it."

Fawne's delicate little hooves clicked as she wandered the backyard, smelling flowers, trees, even the grass. Buckley watched her, fascinated. To him, it was all mundane and boring – to her? It must be an unimagined experience, all these new scents and textures...

*

After an hour of exploration, Fawne moved back to the patio where she found the large water dish and began drinking the cold water. After a moment, she blinked and she lifted her muzzle, water dribbling from her muzzle before her soft tongue swirled and lapped it up.

“Master Buckley - “ Fawne began, her quiet voice inquisitive.

Buckley glanced over, his muzzle full of the special pellets and cubes he and Fawne were eating for their breakfast, before he chewed quickly and swallowed before he spoke with her.

“Please, Fawne? Call me Buckley..."

“I - “ Fawne stammered, then hung her head. “I must address my owners by their proper title..."

Buckley shook his head from side to side, then gently nuzzled her and licked her cheek. “Fawne? My dear, sweet doe, I'm not your owner, Lester 'owns' you, I am..."

Fawne frowned, trying to understand the difference. Buckley sighed and he paced away a few feet, then turned and come back, his muzzle showing the deep thoughts that rushed through his mind.

“I am – like you, but not like you. Whilst we are both, as humans call us – feral, I was not...oh gods, this is so hard! I don't want to frighten you, or worse - “

With a frown, Fawne blinked and was silent for a few moments, before she nodded.

“I think I understand now. I was created by the Inteli-Pet Corporation, I exist to serve and please my owner, where you exist...to serve and please as I do?"

Buckley lay down and pondered how best to answer it, whilst this Doe was very intelligent, thoughtful and inquisitive, a lot of her mind was an empty vessel, waiting to be filled with information.

“No, my dear, sweet Fawne, I do not – exist to serve as you do, I give to Lester my love and myself, freely and willingly. I am not – how to I put this delicately, I am not 'conditioned' to imprint on him, to obey his every wish and desire. I have free will, to decide my own course and actions. I do not have these – whatever they are, imprinted on your young, inquisitive mind."

Fawne blinked in confusion, before she shook her head and smiled at him, then licked him on the forehead again.

I wish I could forget and forgive just like she does. Buckley thought, keeping his facial expressions neutral.

“About - “ Buckley began, then looked away, his ears flattening. “What...we, I meant, Lester and I, what we done..."

Fawne blinked slowly, a confused look crossing her face, before she smiled and nodded.

“You and Master Lester were making love, yes?"

Buckley's muzzle fell open as he stared at her, before Fawne nodded and began eating breakfast, as if what she had seen hadn't bothered her in the slightest.

No... he couldn't have – Buckley's mind reeled. _He wouldn't have – had that _ done...would he?

*

Buckley clopped into the kitchen, where he took a carrot from the dish and walked out into the living room, clambering up onto the couch where he consumed his snack and pondered. Hearing the grunt and the shuffling of slipper feet coming from the bedroom, Buckley chuckled quietly.

“Good morning Lester, did you sleep well?"

Lester paused at the entry to the kitchen, giving Buckley a death stare through bloodshot eyes.

“Coffee...need coffee..."

Buckley snickered and continued nibbling his carrot.

*

After Lester had showered, prepared and consumed his breakfast, he sat on the carpeted floor with Fawne's head resting on his lap. Buckley watched their gentleness with curiosity and interest from his beloved couch. Fawne lay perfectly still, letting Lester stroke, caress and touch her all over her head and back, his fingers sliding through her fine, delicate fur.

“So beautiful, isn't she?" Buckley snickered. “You can't begin to imagine what she smells like to me! You humans have such limited scent receptors in your noses, how do you live like that?"

Fawne trembled as Lester stroked her long, fluffy tail from root to tip.

“Oh, har har har Buckley - “ Lester snorted, as he continued to idly pet and stroke Fawne's tail.

Fawne squirmed and she moved slightly, then Lester gasped as his fingers brushed her warm folds, making Fawne squeal and quiver, her tail frizzling out to twice its size.

Buckley's nostrils flared wide as an intoxicating scent suddenly filled the room. A weak, shuddering breath from Buckley caught Lester's gaze.

“Buckley, are you okay?"

Buckley swallowed and shuddered, wriggling to place himself belly down as he nodded and flicked his ears.

“Master?" Fawne blinked, then turned her head back to look at Lester.

“I..." Lester murmured, torn between his indecision to remove his fingers, or leave them there, under her tail.

Buckley coughed and flinched, before he snorted and Lester frowned, staring at him.

That scent...

Buckley's mind reeled. Truly, couldn't Lester smell it? That smell of her growing... His primal mind struggled to find the words to connect to the raw, overpowering bestial urge that began to fill his heart and mind.

With a flick of her ear, Fawne's muzzle spread in a smile as she tilted her head back and her own black, leathery nostrils flared as she smelt Buckley's strong masculine scent. Her tail began to flag faster and faster, whilst Lester frowned in confusion and then he gasped as he felt the warmth of her folds grow and grow.

Buckley began quivering, he couldn't help it, as Fawne's scent filled him to overflowing. With a strangled groan, he ground his hips against the couch and his ears snapped flat as he felt himself reach orgasm there and then.

Fawne blinked, then shuddered as the powerful scent of Buckley's release wafted over to her and she instinctively pushed backwards, sliding Lester's two fingers down to the base within her.

“Woah...what the..." Lester gasped.

With a powerful muscular contraction, Fawne's vaginal walls squeezed down on Lester's fingers as she squealed and her own orgasm caused her to shake from ears to tail. Her vaginal fluids soaked Lester's fingers and down to his wrist before they splattered on the carpet.

“What just..." Lester's mind whirled. “Did you just..."

Panting, Fawne's head slumped to the floor as she laid her ears back in guilt and shame, whilst Buckley quivered in his own equivalent of the same emotion.

“Oh..." Buckley wheezed.

Confused, Lester tenderly slid his sticky fingers free and looked at the sticky fluids that clung to them.

“I didn't hurt you...did I?" Lester asked, as he used his clean hand to gently touch Fawne.

Fawne shuddered beneath his touch, before her tail rose and she lifted her head off to the ground, turning it to look at him with an expression of love and pure adoration.

“No master - “ Fawne panted. “Your buck...his – scent just overcome me, forgive me, please?"

Lester frowned. “Oh, honey, there's nothing to forgive, truly! I had – I know you've been conditioned and...but... I never expected to bring you to arousal, let alone... that!"

Buckley shuddered and remained on the couch, his belly pressed tight as he squeezed his eyes closed and dreaded when what he had done would be discovered. He couldn't understand it, he wasn't the least bit interested in females – yet this one – this sweet, gentle, beautiful doe... Her feminine scent, it still lingered and Buckley fought his baser instincts as he felt his erection throbbing and straining beneath his belly, pressed hard against the couch.

“Are you certain Fawne, I didn't...hurt you? Frighten you or..." Lester shuddered.

“No master, if anything - “ Fawn began, as she weakly stood up, shook herself and turned about, licking his face adoringly. “If you wish to breed with me master, I would eagerly do such! I exist to please, if it is your wish, ask and your command will be my heartfelt desire to fulfil, to the best of my capability and understanding."

Blushing, Lester turned his head away as he tenderly rubbed Fawne's ears.

“I – know what I had them do to you little one - “ Lester hung his head. “Yet, as tempting as... I have never – I mean, could we even..."

Fawne frowned, then thought for a moment and nodded eagerly.

“Yes master, I am sure we are both very compatible, mating wise. I did see you and master Buckley last night and..."

Lester glanced at Buckley, who lay quivering, his ears against his neck and tail down, eyes tightly closed as if he was trying desperately not to listen – but this was far from the truth – he couldn't help but listen...and her scent continued to work its way into his very cells, or so he thought.

Confused, Lester looked at Fawne, who gazed back with her dark brown eyes locked on his, her tail flagging.

“I've never, how do we...I mean, I understand the idea of how to make love with you...yet you're a - “

Fawne pondered. “I know of a multitude of ways master, with your permission – may I please demonstrate?"

Lester shuddered and nodded. He watched as Fawne stood up, then looked expectantly at him.

“You clothes master, please remove them – how can I mate with you - “

“It's called lovemaking my dear, sweet doe. Not mating – we're not animals, we're civilised, intelligent and..."

Lester started by peeling his shirt off and throwing it to the side, before the tight shorts – shorts he struggled to slide down, due to the large tent that had swiftly formed in them. As he pushed them down, Fawne's eyes widened and her smile spread from one ear to the other as she saw the not-inconsiderable penis that sprang upwards and slapped against Lester's belly.

“Urgh..." Buckley gurgled, then squeezed his eyes closed.

“Master? Can I..." Fawne pondered. “May I show you?"

It was a risk, Fawne knew it, but she instinctively sensed her master was inexperienced, so she gambled everything on taking a chance.

“I...I don't want to hurt you Fawne..."

Buckley trembled again and squirmed on the couch, squeezing his eyes closed and beginning to pant. So enamoured was Lester of the doe before him, he was oblivious to Buckley's third release into the cushions of the couch.

Fawne smiled, then nuzzled Lester gently as she stood before him and tilted her head to the side. Carefully, she placed one leg over his right shoulder, then, leaping upwards, she slid the other one on the opposite shoulder and then her rump slapped against his thighs. Quickly, he grabbed her by the rump and held her as she squirmed and giggled nervously. This was quite a precarious position for her, so Fawne tightened her grasp with her forelegs before she sighed and shook her head.

“No, this won't work..." Fawne sighed, then frowned and thought a moment, before she moved her weight and Lester squealed as he found himself flat on his back and Fawne laying on top of him, gazing down at him.

Lester shuddered, gazing up into her muzzle, as Fawne squirmed, her warm udder pressed firmly against his stomach as she licked his face adoringly.

“How, I mean..." Lester giggled at her warm tongue, amazed at the texture and softness of it. “Wait..."

Lester took himself in one hand, awkwardly reaching around behind Fawne's left hind leg, before he held himself and tried to figure out how this lovemaking would work. Frustrated, Fawne lifted herself up with her hind legs, her delicate hooves either side of his hips, as she gently lowered herself downwards.

Right as Lester's penis brushed her tail, Fawne snapped her tail upright as she strained and quivered, it being an unnatural pose for her to hold, as Fawne carefully pushed her hind hips down further.

“Good, good master!" Fawne murmured, as she nuzzled and licked his face, feeling him guided along the underside of her tail that flagged eagerly.

“Fawne..." Lester grunted.

Just as his penile head brushed her fine gossamer like guard hairs of her labial folds, Lester gasped and Fawne squealed as he bucked beneath her and a hot, sticky wetness instantly splattered her rump, labia and tail.

“Urk!" Lester gagged, lost in the pleasure of his orgasm.

Fawne froze, partially from confusion, partially from what her implanted conditioning told her.

I haven't even had him mount me yet... Fawne's mind whirled with confusion and frustration. This isn't how mating is supposed too...

“Oh Fawne - “ Lester gurgled, tears sliding down towards his ears as he shuddered and used one hand to stroke her back. “I am so sorry...that's never happened before and..."

Buckley's weak giggle come from the couch.

Ashamed, red as a beetroot, Lester shuddered and lay beneath Fawne, who blinked and looked down at him.

“Did I do something wrong master?"

Seeing the tears start to well in her dark, soulful eyes, Lester cuddled her and pulled her head down, stroking her ears and neck as she trembled in fear, thinking she would be punished for her failure to please him.

Soothingly, feeling his wilting erection, he stroked her tenderly and whispered calmly to her.

“No, my dear, sweet, gentle doe – it was my fault, I've never – it wasn't your fault little one, truly! I'm...inexperienced with, well...with one such as you!"

Buckley's sniggers come from the couch, before he winced and shuddered.

“Oh, so you don't regularly go around rutting the tails off of Whitetail does? You've certainly had plenty of experience with me!"

Fawne looked down, as Lester's face turned an even deeper shade of red.

Buckley sniggered again, then squirmed muttering something under his breath.

Fawne's ears flicked, before she squirmed, still half kneeling over Lester, her hind legs quivering. Her wet groin was sticky and growing uncomfortable, starting to drool down her furred thighs, but she held the awkward pose, afraid to move.

“Easy little one - “ Lester shuddered, as he slipped both hands under her chest and pushed her upright.

Fawne shuddered and stumbled to the side, nearly tumbling to the carpet, before she regained her hooves and trembled Lester winced and got to his knees, then bracing himself on the ground he started to stand, his eyes widening as he stared at the quivering Buckley. His muzzle wreathed with a look of guilt and shame, Buckley looked away.

For oozing its way down the crack between the cushions of the leather couch was a large off white goblet slowly drooled towards the floor.

“Buckley...what the hell?" Lester moaned.

To Be Continued...