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Awakening - A Story for Corvinax

Chapter Two -

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

18th June, 2019

All Rights Reserved.

Darkness...

I'm made walk...

Something around my head is tight,...

It frightens me...

I pull back and squeal, scared, but it pulls me forwards...

I hear voices...

Muffled...

Indistinct...

I can not hear them clearly...

Suddenly, there is bright light, my eyes screw shut in pain and fright, I feel something - something touches me and I involuntarily squeal, I can't help it - I am...

I am afraid...

*

Taking the heavy velvet hood off the Taur Doe, Peter blinked, then looked at her, his eyes growing wide before he reached out and touched the bridge of her muzzle. She squealed and flinched, eyes squeezed closed and pulled back n the lead rope, before one of the Inteli-Pet Corporation men swore and pulled her back, then barked something in a language that Peter didn't understand - but obviously the distressed and frightened creature before him did.

Her muzzle went slack and her body with it, as she was compelled into standing still. Her flanks heaved as she drew great breaths into her lungs, arms hanging limply, before she cracked open her eyes and whimpered, the bright sunlight streaming through the window causing her pain.

"Oh, I never thought - " Peter gasped, as he hurried drew the shades and plunged the room into more a twilight, before he touched her again.

"Hello," He whispered, stroking her muzzle gently. "I am Peter, your name - is Penny, pleased to meet you Penny!"

My eyes slowly open, seeing his smiling face, and there's a flash in my mind - my mind instantly imprints on him, his appearance, his scent, and...he names me. Synapses connect and neurons fire, imprinting this information in less than a heartbeat, forever, into my young mind.

"Hello, Master Peter - " I speak, my voice soft and melodic, before crouching down and my upper body bends, giving a bow as best I can manage.

"Sir, if you'll please sign here, and here and..." Another speaks behind me, but my gaze is on my new - owner? Yes, that's right, Peter owns me now, he is my master, whom I am compelled to obey.

Peter does something behind me, I don't understand what, then when the other two men leave, he shuts the door behind me, then comes back to look at me. I stare back at him with eyes like twin pools of night - eyes so dark brown, they're almost black. This reaffirms my bond to him, as I nervously lean forward and take a deeper smell of his scent.

"You're so - beautiful - " He whispers to me, stroking my muzzle, then reaching forwards.

I smell his nervousness, his fear, it makes me afraid, but I am forced to suppress my baser instincts, compelled by what was done to me.

He caresses my belly, I can not help but twitch at this, I've never been touched like this before - part of it feels nice, part of it frightens me. He trails his fingers over my animal-like shoulder, then along my back, feeling the soft, luxurious fur. Twisting my body as best I can, my eyes follow him, until he moves into my blind spot, back near my rump.

"I never imagined - " Peter whispers, before he runs his fingers along my tail and I gasp,the fear overridden by the pleasure of his gentle caress, my tail snapping upright and I willingly give him a quick flicker of my tail.

"you're truly - amazing - " He muttered, walking around my other side, forcing me to twist back again to watch him.

"Do I - " I begin to speak, before swallowing. "Does my body please you master?"

"Oh, dear, sweet Penny - " He smiles, coming back around to my front and taking my golden furred paws in his. "You're beyond words, the fur, the feel of you, everything! They're everything they promised - and more."

"It pleases me master," I tell him, letting him explore my body at his pleasure. "To know that I am pleasing to you."

"You're a - a taur, taller than I was lead to believe you would be, as a Whitetail is, well, not as tall as you are, but the fact you're - " He babbled for a moment, then frowned and chuckled slightly.

"A...taur? Master?" I inquired, my mind never having heard this word before, so I had no reference to make the mental memory.

"You're a - a hybrid is wrong word. Basically, you're a blending of Whitetail deer, and an Anthromorph, do you understand?"

I frowned, trying to piece together the words. "I am sorry master, I do not understand, mayhaps this is a failing in me, for this, I apologise. I will endeavor to do better."

"It's not your fault, dear, sweet, naive young Penny - they may have overlooked that, we have much to learn, you and I - you're - you're just so beautiful, you know that?"

"Master, I have no - reference to base my opinion on beauty. So I will take your word for it, that my appearance is pleasing to you."

He stood before me, the top of his head barely coming to my - anthropomorphic? Was that the right word? Chest. A chest that was flat and without breasts, I was uncertain if this was an oversight, or an intentional omission from what I was. My mind whirled and processed, as he again walked around me - then I involuntarily gasped and my left hind hoof kicked at my belly, when he shyly touched my udder and teats with his fingers.

"Hey, easy girl - " Peter told me, then I shuddered and settled. "I'm sorry, did that frighten you?"

"A - little master, I wasn't expecting it - I'm still - very naive and young, still finding my hooves, as it were." I told him apologetically, then stood calmly as he gently caressed my udder and teats again.

This time, it was more - pleasurable - his fingers gently gripping my teats and giving them a light squeeze, before he felt the warmth of my udder.

"Incredible, absolutely lifelike, just like my late, dear Doe..."

I smelt his grief in his scent, but I remained quiet, unsure if I should speak, or stay silent. My conditioning did not tell me how to deal with this, so I stood still and let him...

A gasp is torn from my throat, purely accidentally, as his fingers flicker over the fine hairs of my labial folds. Electric impulses overstimulate my nerves and mind, as the pleasure is beyond anything I've experienced. He freezes, I can smell his fear and feel it in the slight quiver of his fingers, before he timidly parts my labia and gazes at the warmth of my sex.

"Amazing, such...beautiful work - " He mutters softly, before releasing me and walking back around to look up into my eyes.

I feel - guilt, and shame - for I am at least - I do not know the reference, but I am taller than he is, and something inside of me tells me this is wrong, but he does not seem angry with me. He is - confused, overcome with grief and happiness - the two emotions confuse and bewilder me. How can one have strong, yet opposing emotions at the same time?

"Penny, Cassie was my...my friend." He begins, pacing back and forth, whilst I stand quietly and watch, sensing he does not need my words. "I hand reared her after her mother was shot - oh - don't despair my love, I didn't kill her."

It never entered my mind, I _had_no concept of death, it wasn't part of my conditioning, nor training, so I filed it away mentally.

"She was the most beautiful, friendliest and gentlest of deer I've ever met - until you. Of course, you're not _entirely_a deer - are you? Not are you feral like she was, you can speak, understand me and - like her - you could..."

He trailed off, before I frowned slightly, wondering what it was he was going to say to me.

"Cassie and I, we were lovers, mates, she willingly bred herself to me, and I took her as my lover. Our love was - abnormal - but it was real love. She loved me, and I adored and cherished her. We would lay together, mating, on my bed during the cold, wet winter storms, her soft bleats and nuzzles - me holding her gently and stroking her neck and back..."

"I can not hope to replace her - master - what you and Cassie shared, was unique to you both. I can, in any way that is possible for me to do, I can pleasure you, either sexually, or just with my presence, if you so wish." I told him honestly, having no concept of mistruth or anything like that.

"I know, love," He sighed, then walked over and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me gently as he buried his head against my belly fur. "I will - love you, as you ask, if you will have me?"

"It is not my decision to make, master - " I informed him, politely and simply. "You had me imprinted - I am compelled to obey your desires and wishes. If you asked me to fetch you a drink, I would happily obey. If you asked to mate with me, then I would obey, once again, without question."

"I forget how badly they imprint your mind, taking away your self-determination, your self...will even. Could you _even_say no? Refuse an order?"

"We - " I paused, frowning and trying to find an answer. "IF, given an order, such as, harm a human. Or, mate with me out on the side walk. Then the compulsion is enforced, and we will say no. It hurts us, but it is an overriding command, we can not refuse. It is - for the safety of our owner, and ourselves. We would die, willingly, to save the life of one who owns us, or another human. It is conditioned into us, this overriding order. So, yes, master, we can say 'no' - just not refuse an order from our human, to serve and honour them, as best we are physically capable of performing."

Frowning, Peter looked up into my eyes, before he sat down. I knelt down, folding my slender legs beneath me, so we were more looking into each others eyes. One of my ears flicked, there wasn't anything I could do about it - it was an autonomic response, my hearing always aware and listening for potential danger. It was a genetic throwback to my long distant ancestors, one they could not condition out of us, nor discard from our genetic memory.

A strange sensation come over him, his face grew red beneath the skin, and I frowned, not understanding what it meant, until part of my imprinted mind connected. He was - blushing? - was it something I said, that triggered this response in my master? Why did I cause him embarrassment and shame?

"I meant no disrespect, master." I spoke quietly, hanging my head.

"None - taken, I had forgotten how honest your kind were, you're not - impeded - by a whole lifetime of experiences and emotions and conditioning by environmental, social and other things. Your minds are - clean, basically, given what you need to fulfil your owners desires and orders, and nothing much else I imagine."

"I have no understanding of any of this, master, but I will trust that you speak truly to me, and will take it to heart."

"I did not mean, I mean - " He stammered, then blushed worse. "I did not mean I would want to mate with you, right now- "

"Would such a thing not bring you pleasure, master?" I asked innocently and without any self-doubt or hesitation.

"You're...beautiful, everything I imagined and then more, but - you've only just met me, you don't know the first thing about me and - " He flustered and rose, then began pacing, shaking his head.

"If it is your wish, master," I told him, "I am fully trained and capable of many things to bring pleasure to you. You are my owner, my master, your words are my commands."

"I've - how do you make love to a taur? I've fantasised about it, sure - your kind until now, were fictional, make believe! Can you imagine my mind, when I lay in bed as a young adult, dreaming of what it would be like to make love to a female centaur?"

"A centaur, master?" I asked.

"A half-horse, half human, like you, except the upper part of you, would have been a human, the lower half, a horse."

Frowning, I tried to imagine what he meant, but without some visual cues, I again filed it away mentally.

"I imagine, master," I pondered a moment, thinking. "You would mate, forgive me, make love with me, in many the same ways as you once did with your beloved companion, Cassie. It am not, dissimilar, if anything, in that regard, I am identical to a Whitetail Doe. Only - difference, is from my waist upwards, I share the appearance of a Anthromorph Whitetail doe."

"Oh, I didn't doubt that, it was - well, your height for one, you're like, what - seven feet from hooves to base of your ears?"

"I have no knowledge of that which you say master, but, I am confused, how would this affect our lovemaking? I can, with some discomfort, twist my upper body around to look back over my back, as it were. I can kneel down, as I am at present, I could lay on my side - or even - I imagine - on my back..."

He stared at me, then blushed again. It was such a curious and interesting feature that humans had - I could not do it, it wasn't physically possible, so I watched him with interest, learning about humans from him, as I imagined, he was learning from me.

We were both young, he was I believed, about twenty one - me? I was a week old, if that - my memories are fragmented and confusing in that regard. I was nothing, then I was - alive, aware, conscious - but that was mostly taken away from me, when I was imprinted. I try to recall those who did it, I am met with an emptiness in my mind, like something was once there, but was taken from me..

I wonder - should I try to recall this? Or was it done for a reason? I did not know the answers...

To Be Continued...