An Itch You Can't Scratch
Story by Cederwyn Whitefurr on SoFurry
Caitlin, an anthropomorphic Fallow Doe, is trying her best to study hard at college, but its -that- time of the year, when all deer must endure, the dreaded rutting season...
An Itch You Can't Scratch
© Cederwyn Whitefurr
4th October, 2021
All Rights Reserved.
Caitlin moaned and rolled over, one pale furred paw fumbling over the nightstand before her hooflets clicked against the alarm clock whose strident warbling dragged her from the depths of her slumber. Fumbling, more asleep than awake, her fingers slipped and with a clunk and a muffled thud, then the sound of the alarm winding down as it fell onto the floor, Caitlin groaned and a shudder ran down her back.
“I don't wanna get up - “ Come her muffled voice from beneath the pillow she pulled over her head.
Fighting the urge to go back to sleep, Caitlin grunted and crawled wearing from her bed, her black cloven hooves almost disappearing into the thick carpet of her bedroom as she sat up and rubbed at her sea green eyes with the palm of her paws. Stretching her paws up over her head, the early morning sunlight splattered across her white dappling of spots down her back and glistened on the wide brown stripe from her head to her tail tip.
Fur the colour of a light chocolate counterpointed the pale fur that predominated, all except for an unusual white patch just behind her nose and under her chin. Neither her Fallow father or her mother had this unusual marking, and Caitlin had long since stopped wondering about it.
Flicking her long ears, Caitlin shuddered and ran her paws down over her pale furred breasts, feeling their warmth and then the scent of a pleasured doe and her sweat wafted to her nostrils.
“... shower, I need a shower...” Caitlin muttered, as she yawned delicately and shuffled her way towards the adjoining bathroom.
Her cloven hooves clicked lightly on the tiles, as she turned on the shower and adjusted its scalding spray, before she turned back to the mirror. Using her palm, she swiped away the condensation and steam, gazing at her still half-asleep self in the mirror before the steam swirled and obscured her vision.
As Caitlin yawned again, then stretched lithely, feeling her muscular body rippling beneath her supple fur, she smiled to herself, before she gasped and felt strong paws slid around her hips, before they gripped her tight and pulled her backwards.
“Mmmph!” Caitlin squealed, as she felt something firm pressed against her upraised tail.
“Good morning little doe - “ Come a masculine voice into one of her back-swept ears.
“Morn...” Catilin began, then she squealed and gasped as one of his hands slid down her flanks then caressed her tail from base to tip, making it frizzle out. “Ooh...”
“Needy little doe, aren't you?” He murmured, as he kissed down the cup of her left ear, then nibbled delicately at her furred neck.
“Mmm, as much as I'd love this...I'd like to shower, or I'll be late for my classes!”
“Then you'll be late, won't you?” He murmured, his hands slipping around to splay the fingers out against her belly and caress her gently. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”
“Keep it up - “ Caitlin whispered huskily, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “... and we'll both be late!”
With a soft kiss to her furred neck, he grinned and released her.
“Then we best get showered – shouldn't we?”
*
After dropping her off, thoughts of an intimate dalliance in the front seat of the car almost consuming him, Jake sighed and lightly kissed Caitlin on the cheek.
“You have a great day darling, I'll see you tonight when I get home!”
With a blush, Caitlin giggled and pecked him on the cheek and slid out of the car. Jake watched her walk, the subtle sway of her hips, the way her skirt was held just so by the beautiful wedge-like tail, showing those adorable panties she wore that clung to her feminine form like a second fur...
“Go to work...” He grunted, before chuckling and dropping the car into drive and heading off down the street.
*
Caitlin frowned, staring down at the text book in front of her. Words melded and bled together as her eyes lost focus and her concentration wavered. Shaking her head, causing her ears to slap from side to side, Caitlin moaned softly and rubbed at her eyes.
“Just two more weeks...” Whispered the equine filly who sat beside her.
Caitlin smiled nervously and nodded, before she swept her paws back over her ears and sighed.
“Two more weeks until rutting season is over...feels like it'll be two hundred years...” Caitlin grumbled quietly.
Reaching over, the paint filly placed a paw lightly on Caitlin's forearm and gave a gentle squeeze.
“I can not begin to imagine what it must be like for your kind...”
Caitlin laughed delicately, then shuddered.
“It's...incredibly difficult, we have trouble focusing, concentration wanders and wavers...”
Resting her head on a paw, the Filly blinked.
“Forgive the question – but isn't it a...”
Caitlin smiled and nodded. “Its alright, as a general rule, our kind are very open. Yes, it is a, I guess we'd call it a 'throwback' to our feral ancestors, something genetic in our ancestral makeup.”
Wincing, the Filly shuddered.
“Is it that bad for your kind? Sorry, I'm majoring in Psychology, I know, I'm a glutton for punishment, but I – forgive me, I'm Marie, Marie Cohen, a pleasure to meet you – miss...uh...”
Blushing, Caitlin reached out and shook hands with the young filly.
“Caitlin, no last name – our kind generally don't use them, I never understood why! So, I'm guessing you have questions – please, I can see it written all over your muzzle! I won't bite, I promise.”
With a nervous laugh, Marie tossed her head and smiled.
“I'm much too polite to ask, truly!”
Caitlin sighed, then reached back behind her head and pulled the ribbon that held her ears affixed. Shaking her head, she rolled her shoulders and sighed in relief.
“Well, what do you want to know? Most of us deer are quite open and honest creatures, sometimes to a fault!”
Marie nervously drummed her hooflets on the desk.
“I mean, I understand some of what you must endure, yet to actually experience that – oof, isn't there a suppressant or something the Vet's can give you?”
Caitlin laughed weakly.
“You think a doe has it hard during the rut? Those poor stags! First they got their antlers that shed, then the new growth – it must itch abominably! Then there's the velvet shedding – I have it on good authority that does drive them almost completely mad..”
Marie stared wide eyed.
“I had no idea...”
Caitlin chuckled and nodded.
“After all that gets through with them – the rut must be absolute hell. As Cervid, our blood naturally runs hot, but add the rut to it, their hormones just go into full overdrive. Excess Testosterone makes them irritable and cranky, usually they work out more in the gym, both as a coping mechanism and they think it impresses we does when they're all buff and oozing musk...”
Marie giggled and blushed.
“Oh, I don't know – I find it quite alluring myself!”
“You know something Marie?” Caitlin smiled, as she gently placed a pale furred paw on the young filly's forearm. “I think you and I are going to become very good friends...”
*
That evening, Jake staggered in through the front door, exhausted, bedraggled and tugging at the tight tie that tried to strangle him.
“Bad day?” Caitlin murmured as she met him at the door and gently slid the tight knot from his collar, then slid the tie off.
“Nothing out of the ordinary my love.” Jake sighed as he undid a few of his shirt buttons and slumped into a chair. “How was your day at college?”
“Nothing unusual – except, well... it being the middle of that season, and all the frustration and lack of concentration that brings with it, and I met a lovely new filly, a first year student, her names Marie and she's so shy and adorable...”
Raising an eyebrow, Jake chuckled.
“Now, about our dinner...”
Caitlin frowned, then leaned over and playfully swatted him on the forearm.
“Its out in the car, I'll go get it - “ He chuckled, playfully teasing her. “Although, for desert, I'm thinking I might have a slice or two of a lovely Fallow cake...”
Rising, he left the blushing young Doe staring at him.
*
It was later than just desert, but not so late as to make it late. Freshly showered and much more relaxed, they sprawled on the king sized bed, naked and at ease. Jake's fingers lightly trailed over Caitlin's belly as he stroked and caressed her.
“You're such a...” Caitlin began, then she squealed as his fingers fluttered across her folds.
Jake shuddered at the warmth he could feel down there, but he smiled and kissed her cheek gently, before he rolled over onto her and pinned her to the bed.
“I'm going to make you a very happy young doe...”
Gazing up at him, Caitlin giggled and her tail flagged from side to side on the coverlet.
“Promise?”
As he leaned down and touched his nose against hers, sharing breath with her, he nodded.
“Definitely...”
His lips pressed against hers, their tongues meeting and tangling as Caitlin felt the urge within her become a need that would soon swell into an inferno of lust and longing. Her breasts, small but pert, pressed against his chest as he carefully licked and nuzzled down her throat, his fingers swirling over each nipple and giving them a light teasing tweak.
“Urk!” Caitlin squealed, her hips arching off the bed.
“Uh huh...” Jake grinned and brushed his lips against her left breast, the fingers on his right hand feathering and tickling her nether regions.
“Don't...” Caitlin squirmed and panted, her hooflets gouging at the bed cover. “Tease...”
“Oh, I'll tease all I want little doe...” Jake murmured as he began kissing his way down her belly.
Caitlin moaned and trembled, then when he found that spot...her mind just imploded....
*
As the first light of the new day began to break the distant mountains and rise up, Jake lay intertwined with Caitlin. Both were wet with sweat and their co-mingled scents were filling the room. Barely conscious, Jake lay with his arm over Caitlin's hip and he shuddered in exhaustion.
“I'll never...” Come his weak murmur.
“I know - “ Caitlin whispered back, before she licked his cheek and caressed the back of his neck. “I always remind you about rutting season...”
“Mmm – I...love you...”
Caitlin, feeling weak, exhausted and sexually well pleasured, snickered and nuzzled his ear, then snorted when he heard his light snore.
“I...love you too dad...”
END