Adventures of Man and Doe 01 - Our Game
Our Game
by Doe-X
The tags say it all, so be forewarned! As I struggle through writer's block on my longer tales, I figured I'd post one of the by-products. This very short piece is the type of stuff that oozes from my mind after binging on The Cure for extended periods...I know, a self-inflicted wound. Though the following is based somewhat closely on actual events and real individuals, it is a work of fiction! Please don't try this at home, please, for everyone's sake. No animals, real or imaginary were harmed the making of this tale, though I assure you a good time was had by all.
The doe slowed, seemingly confident she'd given her pursuer the slip. Still, with senses straining and dainty steps she silently moved through the scrub oak that littered the hollow seeking a place to hide. However, I hadn't given up. I had merely changed my tactics. Like so many times before she wandered toward my trap. I'd chosen a spot well upwind and felt my excitement build as she approached with my erection hard against the rough bark of the branch I lay upon. She may have been just an animal, a simple deer, but I knew from long experience she wasn't stupid. Odd, yes, but never stupid. So, though I knew all her moves in this little game, I also assumed she knew mine. Yet, I always won; maybe she played to lose...
We came to this contest as relative equals, bringing only what nature offered by way of advantage. I wore no clothes, no boots, and no means to mask my scent from her. Luckily, the still early central Texas spring kept the mosquitoes at a minimum and the fire ant mounds easily avoidable. Of course, I had opposable thumbs and two extra pounds of gray matter to work with... She suddenly stopped a few yards from my hiding spot, broad wet nose working furiously, staring towards my perch; she knew I was near. I held my breath as she stamped a slim fore hoof when the sudden sound of a flushing dove distracted her. After a moment, she shook her delicate muzzle, those black edged ears flopping jauntily, before continuing closer.
She was a beautiful specimen of Odocoileus Virginianus Texanus, the common Texas whitetail. Small, as was typical in this part of the country, she'd come into my life serendipitously after an unfortunate introduction to the bumper of my Jeep five years ago. At the time, I thought I'd killed her, but she survived the collision that violently tossed her across the back road I'd been racing down. She was strangely calm as I checked her over. Nothing broken except a few ribs, but the red froth on her muzzle and a gurgling rasp to her breathing indicated a possible punctured lung... I was torn, guilty at having hit her in the first place, and found myself, an experienced killer of men, uncharacteristically weak at the thought of slitting her throat to ease her pain. Unwilling to leave her to die alone by the side of the road I decided to find someone who would help her. That day changed my life. I was lonely and adrift, broke, jobless, fresh off a decade in the Army, and living on credit. This forced me to confront where I was in life. I chose to move heaven for her. She calmly let me lift her into my Jeep, and rode quietly while we drove back to town, as if she knew I had only her best interests in mind. Only after threatening violence could I convince the vet to treat her, probably why it cost me far more than I could ever afford, even in the good times. Worse, I had nowhere to keep her while she recuperated. I knew animals, dogs and horses, but my knowledge of deer was non-existent and the curve steep; still, somehow I made it work. I found work to keep us fed, found some land, a home...things changed for that doe and I, and changed between us... She refused to leave when I tried to let her go.
Just below me now she froze, smelling my scent atop her as the wind shifted. I had to strike now, before she could bolt, and cause the chase to begin anew. Heedless of injury I dropped on to her back, my weight driving her to the ground. She struggled against me, legs flailing wildly, with those sharp hooves threatening to pierce my flesh. I fought her, forced her down, my cock rampant against the soft fur of her thrashing body, and growling I put my bared teeth to her throat threateningly. Like that, the fight fled her; eyes wide, ears back, and sides heaving like bellows she became suddenly docile. I knew she played to lose.
Quickly sitting back on my heels I grabbed her hind legs and roughly rolled her onto her back while spreading them wide, her passivity indicating her real desires. Running a gentle hand down her silky belly and across her soft pink udders I was unsurprised at the hardness of her nipples. We were both ready for this. I spit in my hand and rubbed it on the head of my circumcised cock for lube before placing the tip between her simple pink folds. With a firm push, I slid into her heat, my thighs coming to rest against the white ruffed backs of her legs, and I watched as she huffed softly while closing her eyes. Slowly I began to thrust, my balls bathed in gloriously soft white fur as her long tail curled between my legs to cup my ass. I was no buck. My length would never reach the depths one of her kind could, but I was thick and hard, and I would plunder her treasure far longer than any woodland Romeo. Grabbing her fore legs, laying upon her, and pounding into her slim opening I stretched her thoroughly. My face buried in the musky fur of her chest, I took her with a savage intensity, which she accepted with silent animal grace. Only those closed eyes, her rapid breath, and thundering heartbeat belied the throes of her passion. On some level, I think she knew her passive manner drove me, or maybe I was just anthropomorphizing. Regardless, it spurred me to greater heights. I fucked her. On and on I reveled in her slick hot tightness. I panted, and cursed, and bellowed like a beast...and fucked her. We rocked in that ancient mammalian rhythm for what seemed an eternity. Then I came. A satisfyingly soul shaking orgasm rolled through me as cum blasted into her body. It was always this way, when we played. I didn't know if she shared in that bliss. She never showed any outward sign of orgasm, but every time she rewarded me, just as she did now, with a soft lick on my sweaty cheek.
That was it, the sign of our strange bond now renewed. Once more, she was claimed, and we were one. I climbed off her, rising to my feet, and she did the same. Unbidden, she would follow me home, where a big bowl of fresh greens waited, as it always did after our game. There, on a big warm bed, she would rest, chew her cud, and let me serve her like the princess she was. Later we would rollick again, in some way she preferred: on her hooves as I danced behind her, or as she lay on her side so we could look into each other's eyes. Perhaps she'd offer me the tight place beneath that lovely tail, mayhap my tongue would find its way inside her tart crevice, or the raspy tickle of her rough tongue would tantalize my stiff flesh.
Perhaps, I mused ruefully, she was the winner all along.