Becoming Doe
A short story, inspired by a encounter in SL
The nubile doe stumbled her way up the small rise along the forests edge, the grass tall enough to reach her breasts. She was small and still with her spots to mark her youth, but she had come of age and entered the season with her first heat. Her head whirled and her vision blurred, she had only a slight command of her own body, only knowing she wanted to forge ahead trying to outpace the buck who followed her scent. Her legs seemed to get stuck though, her whole body slow to react as if fighting against her in her efforts to flee, the bucks snorts grew closer.
Only hours before she had spied him from across the dance floor. The lights of the club flashing in the various colors as the music was pumped through the large place. So many scents in there filled with the various species of furs. When she had first saw him it was his antlers that took her back and when he walked up to her and introduced himself she blushed unable to take her eyes off his magnificent horns. She had found herself more interested in a buck's horns over the past few months but this was the first time she felt her knees weak at the sight of any. They chatted and dance. He invited her of a tour of his homestead. After arriving what happened next was a bit of a blur, they kissed and clothes were removed and the young doe felt things she had only stirrings of before. Then she simply ran and he followed.
The doe was once again over come with the urge to piss, leaving her scent strong and she tried to hold it off but her body was becoming less and less her own. A few more steps forward and the buck was on her. She stumbled forward as he hit her back, "Sorry... I...I.. have to" his words were soft and apologetic. Her heart pounded hard, she heard it in her own ears feeling his hands upon her waist and him against her back. She fell forward, to the ground then to her back pulling her legs together was something of a fight as they parted naturally on their own. He opened them easily enough and she felt his between her thighs. The elegant glow of the moon cascading down upon them the rutting buck highlighting his muscles that rippled under his soft brown fur. He poked at her heated slickened mound once then in a primal fashion jerked himself forward after finding his mark.
The inexperienced doe cried out and quivered, she squirmed as if to escape though his hands held to her shoulders now, his large member plowed the doe and her fertile tempting depths roughly. She tossed her head from side to side unable to make anything from the conflicting sensations of delight, pleasures and those of discomfort, pain and fear. She whimpered more, her blurred vision catching glimpses of his antlers, those beautiful antlers. The sight of which soothed her as if magically convincing her this is what she wanted. In moments that could have been hours or minutes she felt him throb and finish in her.
The buck cupped her head and kissed her, his eyes spoke to her in a way words could not and she understood the way of things now. The buck pulled from her, leaving her feeling so very empty. He walked away and she followed him. In the distance, up the hill further, she could see a cabin... she could see her new home.