Blacktail Sanctuary - Chapter Five -
#5 of (ZOO) Blacktail Sanctuary
Whilst Kelly has no ill-effects from the lovemaking and playing with her beloved husband-to-be the night before, Stephen feels exhausted and ragged - so buries himself in his work around the Sanctuary, and on a whim, goes to check the fawning stalls - where heavily pregnant Whitetail's are segregated, so they can give birth. Finding all in order, he's about to leave, when his most beloved doe of all the deer, corners him in the stalls - and comes looking for a petting and a sugar cube treat - she knows Stephen often carries. After the treat, Jasmine doesn't leave, as he expected, and soon makes he true wishes known to him....
Blacktail Sanctuary Chapter Five © Cederwyn Whitefurr 10th February, 2012 All Rights Reserved.
Kelly pinned Stephen up against the wall of the shower, holding his arms up over his head with one of her paws, as she kissed and nuzzled his wet face and throat, feeling the hot steaming water washing over her back and running down her thighs.
"Mmmmm" Stephen murmured, barely awake as he felt Kelly's warm tongue and sensual licking.
"Don't get too relaxed my love - " Kelly snickered and slid herself lower, lipping playfully at his nipples, then using her tongue to teasingly flick over each one in turn, making Stephen gasp and tremble.
"Oh..no...no please...no more - " He begged, as he quivered against Kelly's warm, wet body.
"Aww - why not?" Kelly snickered, then used her free paw to lightly tickle Stephen's penis.
"I...I can't - " Stephen admitted shamefully, then opened his eyes to stare into Kelly's, before he slid his hands out of her gently grasp and wrapped them around her ears, pulling her head back tenderly.
"Ooo" Kelly gasped, then trembled, as Stephen nuzzled her exposed throat. "So...my human finally admits defeat..."
Stephen pinched her right nipple making her gasp and squirm, before placing his hands either side of her muzzle and deeply kissing her, silencing Kelly's playful teasing.
"Defeat?" Stephen asked, as he broke the kiss and cuddled her close. "Never - you'll never defeat me little doe - "
"Sure I won't - " Kelly giggled, then ran her hooflets sensuously up his spine, feeling his skin erupt into goose-bumps. "Want to make a bet on that?"
"Don't tease - " Stephen whispered, as he nibbled her throat again, then pulled her tighter, stroking her soaked back with his fingers.
"Why not - you can't beat me in our sexual games of dominance - " Kelly giggled, then clenched his buttocks with her paws and squeezed.
"Ooo - " Stephen hissed through clenched jaws, his body shuddering.
"Give up now little boy - before I find myself a real man - who will please me..." Kelly murmured, then nipped Stephen's shoulder.
"You wish - " Stephen retorted and ground his hips suggestively against her wet groin.
"Nope, I have you my love - " Kelly finally admitted, as she pressed him back against the shower wall and pressed her body tightly against his, her nose touching Stephens, as a playful smile dimpled her furred cheeks. "You're all I need - "
*
Next morning, they worked apart in the sanctuary, Kelly wondering how Stephen was faring after their sexual pleasures last night. Contrary to what Kelly herself felt - which was well loved and pleasured immensely - their enthusiastic and pleasant - Stephen was the opposite. He felt drained and exhausted, his tight boxers rubbing against his tender length and giving him no end of discomfort all day. He mucked out enclosures, putting down fresh straw, fed assorted animals and did a million other jobs around the sanctuary, then glanced at his wrist-watch. It was barely 10:30, and he moaned - wondering if this day would ever end. He had not gotten a lot of sleep last night, but Kelly had dropped off with remarkable ease - Stephen had lain awake almost until dawn, wondering if Kelly would one day consent to having children.
He loved kids himself - his brothers and sisters were already well under-way in producing grandchildren for his parents - but he knew an anthropomorphic person's breeding, wasn't like that of a human. Most of the anthropomorphic people he knew - which, admittedly, wasn't many - only come in season once a year, for the females, but the males could breed all year round. It never failed to amaze him, but he knew from living with Kelly for all these years, he had worked out when her season would come, almost to the day itself. Unlike some females, Kelly didn't get overly hormonal and irritable during her season - she just treated it like just another day, but subtle signs were evident, if you knew what to watch for. Kelly denied it, but Stephen had lived with, and made love, to Kelly for years - and knew her personality, walk and mannerisms by heart - but when she was in season - her walk changed, just slightly - but enough if you knew what to watch for...
Speaking of in season...he thought to himself. One of the Whitetail does was due to come into her oestrus in the next few days - and discussion had been fairly heated amongst the staff, as to what buck to pair the young whitetail with. They had several full grown adults, one, an impressive stag with over ten spikes on his antlers - was the most dominant of all of them - but had behavioural issues. He had been their prime sire of many of the fawns - but more than once, his violent matings had injured a young Doe - as he was quite forceful and from what Stephen understood - quite a well endowed buck too. Out of curiosity, he headed down to the Whitetail enclosure, where he unlocked the gate and strode into the paddock. Some of them looked up as he approached, keeping a watchful eyes on a few of the stags, who merely glanced at this interloper to their domain, snorted once and went back to grazing the grass.
Stephen checked the stalls where the doe's were often confined when their time drew near for birthing, and seeing as they were already covered with fresh, soft straw and sawdust, he was about to turn and leave, when he felt a cold, wet nose shyly touch his lower back - where his khaki shirt had pulled from his trousers. With a startled squeal, he nearly jumped out of his skin and turned about, to see a young doe staring at him her head cocked to the side and her ears flicking forwards inquisitively. Stephen moaned, then laughed quietly and playfully pet the doe's forehead, gently ruffling her ears.
"You scared ten years growth out of me Jasmine!" Stephen whispered then chuckled as the Doe nuzzled his hands and looked at him expectantly.
"Oh, alright - you know how I spoil you with treats - you can smell it, can't you?" Stephen chuckled and reached into his pants pocket, and pulled out a wax paper wrapped cube.
Instantly, the doe's eyes went from his, down to the object he began unwrapping, and her tail began slowly flagging from side to side. Stephen chuckled and put the empty wrapper safely in his pocket, then held his palm out, fingers flat - a sugar cube sitting on his fingers. At first, the doe sniffed the cube, then her long, slender tongue slipped out of her muzzle and she began licking at Stephen's fingers.
"Hey...you be careful..." Stephen moaned, and despite his best efforts, under the Doe's gentle licking of his fingers - he felt himself growing firm in his trousers.
He shuddered, trying to block the images from his mind - but the more the doe licked and nuzzled the more Stephen was reminded of Kelly's incredible tongue...and what she was capable of doing with it - and his erection grew even more pronounced. As the doe lifted the sugar cube off his palm with the barest of brushes with her lips, Stephen quivered and reached out with trembling hands, placing them on the doe's chin and lifting her head.
Confused, the doe nibbled the sugar cube, her ears flicking forwards again, before she swallowed the sweet treat and bleated at Stephen, almost as if begging for another treat. He scratched her chin tenderly, then the doe nuzzled his forearm, her long tongue running across the sleeve of his khaki shirt, and she pulled her head back, her muzzle wrinkling in a look of pure distaste.
"Hey...no...don't lick that - that's yucky - " Stephen laughed, then stroked the doe's forehead again.
Expecting the doe to give up and wander off, after she had her treat, Stephen turned away and began thinking about the deer's food he would put out for them - when the doe uttered a bleat - that Stephen had only heard once before...and his eyes widened. Sidling past him, the Doe rubbed her head against his pants leg, then slipped past, her tail raising so its creamy white underside shone in the sunlight, and she began flagging her tail slowly from side to side, turning her head to gaze at him. Stephen didn't understand what this doe wanted - sure - she loved being given petting and the odd cuddle from him - especially if he gave her sugar cubes as a treat for good behaviour - but something in her look she gave him, indicated she wanted something more...than just a friendly petting....
*
Jasmine, was a huge hit with children. She would stand or lie accordingly, depending on which handler was with her, the halter around her slender head attached to a lead rope, but Stephen had never needed a halter or rope with her. He was her primary handler, and she would happily follow him throughout the sanctuary - in the public areas, stopping when he stopped, and at a touch, she would lay herself down - her long legs folded beneath her, and the children and most adults thought her adorable. Never once, for three years, had Jasmine ever shown displeasure or irritation from the people who pet her and fed her the deer pellets - hence, why Stephen adored her so much. Of all the deer, Jasmine was his favourite, she was almost bomb-proof, only once, did she utter a low barking cough of alarm, when a young man had laid his hand on her tail - only, he alleged - wanting to see if a deer's tail really was a soft as he had been told.
Jasmine had uttered her warning cry, and Stephen had turned to look, but the young man had snatched his hand back and Jasmine stared at the human who touched her there - if a doe could speak, Stephen thought that day - she would have probably given him a hell of an ear-bashing, for touching her there - her look was one of mild displeasure, before Stephen distracted her and gave her a small handful of pellets to eat. Needless to say, the human never returned to the sanctuary, and Stephen thought nothing further of it...
*
Now, Jasmine's tail upright like a flag, Stephen scratched her rump gently, and Jasmine quivered, before she crouched and urinated before him - the golden stream nearly striking his boots, but he backed away and frowned.
"Jasmine...what...stop that - you've been trained better than that!" He admonished her with a gentle slap to the rump.
Stephen snorted, then pushed Jasmine away, but she merely bleated again, then flicked her tail - and Stephen suddenly realised what Jasmine was thinking...he glanced over his shoulder, then tenderly lifted her tail back up - Jasmine eagerly raising it again - and seen her warm folds and tightly puckered anus - and he moaned softly, as he seen the swollen vulva and tiniest of trembling from Jasmine's vaginal opening.
"Oh god - you're...you're coming into season..." Stephen murmured, as he felt, even from the base of Jasmine's tail, the warmth that was beginning to grow.
Jasmine uttered that bleating bark again, then gazed back at Stephen, her tail frizzling and flagging wildly from side to side, as she trembled expectantly, her intentions all too clear....
To Be Continued...