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Bambi's heart fluttered in his chest as he bounded after Faline. There was something in the air that he'd never felt before. A vibrancy that sent shivers racing up and down his spine and left the young buck huffing. He hadn't felt this giddy in a while, not since he was a little fawn. The doe bounded ahead of him with her tail flagging proudly. It didn't take a hawk to spy the flushed pink of her vulva and pucker tucked away in the snowy white of her backside. She looked back at him with a half smile and bounded over a fallen tree. Time seemed to slow as the graceful doe sailed through the air. Tail flagging in invitation, lips glistening in the light, rear lifting as her hind legs kicked up and back. She landed with a whisper and looked back at him with a question in her eyes. Bambi stamped his feet and arched his neck proudly before starting forward. Cloven hooves churned the damp earth as he hurtled himself over the tree.

And immediately caught his hoof on a branch. Aged as it was, the branch cracked and freed him an instant after snaring him. He let out a startled bleat as he hit the ground chest first. Bambi took a graceless tumble across the forest floor before coming to rest in an undignified heap. Faline's giggle bubbled across him, making his cheeks flush hotly as he scrambled to his feet and did his best to regain his dignity.

Faline almost danced over to him, "Poor, clumsy buck." Her nose brushed against his muzzle and set his cheeks aflame. She stretched her neck out and nuzzled one of his ears, "Let me kiss it and make it better." The young buck was more than a little flustered by her presence, the question of what she was going to kiss never really crossing his mind. She strode next to him. Body so close he could feel her warmth and a strange electricity jump between their flanks. Graceful neck arched as her head bowed, nose brushing over his side. Bambi's eyes shot wide and the buck bleated out a gasp as her velvety nose nudged his sheath. Eyes rolled and lids fluttered as her tongue traced the opening to his sheath. He practically melted when she pressed forward. The sweet doe's tongue swept past the entrance and danced over his untested cock.

Eyes rolled in his head as his hips shuddered with the pleasure of it. Bambi's head drooped as he sucked in air to try and cool his brain. The doe's scent hit him right between the eyes and made every last inch of his body stiffen. Lips curled back as he took another whiff of her scent, tasting it as it flowed across his tongue. While he didn't fully understand or know what that scent meant, his body knew exactly what it meant for him. Faline stepped forward and used her muzzle to ease his sheath back and take him into her delicate muzzle. He could only gasp as his balls jumped and churned with an impending release.

Not that she'd let him have it just yet. His orgasmic tremor was just starting to race up and down his spine when the doe pulled away from him. That devilish tongue of hers ran over her sweet lips as she strolled away. Tail flagged upwards to show off her swollen lips as her hips gave a seductive waggle. Bambi's head stayed low as he half-stumbled after her. Everything around him became foggy as if he were walking through clouds. The only thing in even relative focus was that heart-shaped hindquarter. That was the center of his world and all that mattered to the young buck. Faline looked back at him and breathed out a musical giggle as she half bucked, flashing her tail at him again before prancing through a thick bush. Bambi licked his lips and flared his lips to breathe in that glorious scent.

Just as his nose was sticking through the bush, the branches rustled and a head lunged at him, shattering the dream state. Bambi back peddled quickly as the rival buck strode out of the brush with a low snort. The buck's mind froze up, simply reacting and backing him up as Ronno stalked forward with territorial snorts. His hoof churned at the ground, head low, as he stalked towards Bambi with deliberate steps. No words were said, but every ounce of his posture screamed his intentions. He wasn't about to allow Bambi to rut with Faline even if she'd chosen him. "Bambi?" came the soft, almost innocent question. Ronno fixed him with a hard, challenging glare and twisted towards the doe. He kept his head low as he began to herd her away. "Bambi?" her response louder and carrying the tone of her worry with it.

That was enough to shake his mind loose from its prison, or at least get it on another track. Blood boiled and burned through his veins as red tinged the edges of his vision. Head shook and the male snorted in defiance as he rolled his shoulders and reared back. Head dropped as he charged. Ronno pivoted and ducked in a flash. Antlers brushed Bambi's neck before the head slammed into his chest and powerful neck muscles lifted. One moment Bambi was charging at his rival, the next he found himself airborne. There was a second of peace as he sailed through the air. Only to have it shattered as he crashed to the ground and bounced with a gasp. He barely had time to shake his head before the head slammed into his side again. The impact jarred him and shook him up onto his feet. Bambi spun and got a good look at Ronno. The other buck was roughly the same age as him, but the other buck was larger. Thick muscles shifted under the gloriously thick pelt. Ronno's antlers were larger with more points than Bambi's own. Worry chewed at the back of his primal anger. There was no time to think though, only react.

Bambi was on his feet in an instant and charging back at Ronno. Antlers clashed and clattered as they fought and shoved against each other. Hooves churned at the earth as they pushed and clashed, putting every ounce of their strength into the fight. Head twisted and threw Bambi off balance. He scrambled as Ronno reared and started to flail at him with his fore hooves. They lashed against his body with dull thuds. He called out with a cry and managed to get to his feet before rearing and striking back.

His world became a blur of strikes and clashes. Where his world had centered on Faline moments before, now it was just him and Ronno. His sides and head were ringing from the blows as he huffed and puffed. Even the air burned at his lungs as nature itself tried to attack him from the inside. One moment, he was on top of the fight and the next he was down on the ground. The pair rolled and lashed against one another. He'd never fought this hard or long before in his life. There was nothing that had ever driven him to these heights. There was only one thought that drove his body. He had to get to Faline and be with her. Right now, Ronno was between him and the doe, and that had to be removed.

Bambi locked antlers and shoved. His neck was wrenched as the buck twisted, throwing him to the side. He cried out and tumbled across the ground. Ronno was on top of him in an instant, hooves battering against his body. Bambi trumpeted and tried to get up, but was driven to the ground again. "Stay down," chanted Ronno as hooves beat against Bambi's head. "Stay down!" He bleated and lay still, chest heaving. The other buck stopped, feet thumping on the ground as he stopped. He could feel Ronno's breath puffing against him as the other buck loomed over him. Head nudged his side, prompting a groan from Bambi as his pain cut through the fog he'd been in since he'd been following behind Faline.

Ronno huffed low in his throat as he stood over Bambi, watching the other buck with a wary eye. Yeah, he wasn't going anywhere fast. Shoulders rolled and he straightened up and looked around. Dull aches echoed through his own body, but not nearly bad enough to even slow him down. Faline stood nearby, looking between him and Bambi with those wide, gorgeous eyes of hers. Pressing his chest out, he strolled towards the doe with every ounce of confidence due a the older buck. He'd taken down the heir, next he'd be taking own the Great Prince. But before that he had some other matters to attend to.

Chest out, the triumphant buck strode towards Faline. Her ears laid back as she looked up towards him. Nostrils flared as she breathed out a nearly quite huff. Her soft lips trembled and mouth hung open in surprise. She'd just seen her young love, the buck she'd been leading on a tempting run for several miles at least, beaten into the ground by his rival. Her heart was hammering inside of her chest. Was that panic she felt, or excitement? Did fear cause her haunch to tremble as the buck advanced on her, or was it that burning need that filled her belly and tingled across her loins? Ronno smiled down his muzzle at her with a look that was both benevolent and menacing at the same time. She shimmied to the side to try and get away, but he was there in a flash. The triumphant gleam in his eyes and bold aura made her still. His soft hooves tapped against the soil as he moved in to whisper at her ears, "What is my name?"

Heart hammered in her throat as she whispered, "Ronno."

The buck stepped closer to her, "Say it like you said his name." He nuzzled into one of her cute little ears and lipped at it as he spoke the command.

Faline couldn't hold back the moan as his tone triggered something primal within her. Her insides gave a flutter and heat juices dripped down her inflamed lips to patter against the ground. Neck arched to nuzzle his cheek tenderly. Her lips barely brushed his perked ear, "Ronno."

It was all the buck could do to keep from frolicking around like a fawn when she said his name like that. The victor kept his walk to a noble gait as he moved behind the doe. Her tail gave the cutest of wiggles before lifting slowly to reveal her peach for him. Thighs shook when he leaned in and nuzzled her folds. Lips peeling back as he took a mighty gulp of her gloriously rich scent. Her body shifted again as the doe started to turn away from him, looking back at Bambi. He could read worry etched along the lines of her body. Before she could make it more than a half step, he struck. A soft gasp whispered from her lips as he reared and hooked his legs around her body. Instinct planted all four feet on the ground, hind legs spread and body stiffened. He didn't need the foreplay she'd used on Bambi to bring him up. Every inch of Ronno was standing tall and proud after his victory. Pressing his cheek to her shoulder, the buck jabbed at her backside with short thrusts. His cock probed at her soft white fur surrounding the most precious of flowers. Delicate hooves danced on the forest floor as she shifted eagerly under the male. Their inexperience showed in the time it took for him to find the sweetest of canals. His tip touched the doe's burning petals and slipped over the dew gathered there. The deer threw themselves against each other with a moan, Ronno throwing his head back as Faline's dropped until her nose brushed the grass. Worked up as she was from teasing Bambi, protesting it didn't enter her mind. There was the need, and there was a buck willing to sate the need.

Bambi roused, head lifting in time to watch as Ronno buried himself inside of Faline. His jaw dropped and eyes went wide as he watched the doe gasp, her eyes shut with pleasure as his rival rocked against her. He tried to leap to his feet, but his body only twitched weakly, unwilling and unable to move after his defeat. He could only watch with tears in his eyes as Ronno drove deep into his love.

Ronno kept his legs tight around Faline's waist as his hips rocked. Her body held him so very tight. Insides hotter than a forest fire and more soothing than a still pond wrapped around his cock and stroked every last inch he fed into her. Each thrust was met with a push of her sweet hips and a sucking ripple from her inner walls. He kept his motions short, wanting to make his first time last as long as possible. At least that was the plan until he saw Bambi. He was just laying his head on Faline's shoulder when he caught sight of the other buck lifting his head and looking at him with a wide, hurt expression. That sparked something inside of him, drawing a smile to his lips. Yes, he was fucking the doe and he was doing it mere feet away from his defeated rival.

Their eyes met, Ronno holding Bambi's in a hard stare. Daring him, challenging his defeated foe to look away. Cheek pressed into the doe's heaving flank as he drove himself forward as hard as possible. Sheath bunched up around the base of his cock and heavy balls smacked off her tight little belly and teats. He drove himself harder, faster, against the female while holding the other male's eyes. Don't look away, Bambi. Watch, see how its done. Could you have made her moan like I can? No, of course you couldn't. You're a naive little half-grown buck, thinking you could take such a lovely young doe as Faline without facing a challenge. Watch how a real buck treats her. Watch as a real buck... as a real buck...

He threw his head and loosed a bugling cry as he came. The doe trembled under him, tail flicking against his belly as she shoved back. Her insides clenched and rolled around him wetly as she finished a half second after he did. Hips rocked against hers as she shoved back, his mighty balls leaping as he emptied every drop of his youthful, virile seed deep into her.

Just a second after that final thrust, he was sliding off her. Faline was panting heavily, a pleased smile on her face as her thighs shook from the experience of her first rutting. She swung her head to look back at Ronno, but stopped as she caught sight of Bambi staring at them with wide eyes. Ears pinned back against her head as she turned away with cheeks flushed. She started to turn away, but her legs shook and nearly gave out. The doe whuffled in surprise, but caught herself before sinking to the ground with an elegant kneel. As she laid on the ground to recover, her tail flicked just right to reveal her creamed pussy to Bambi. Ronno's seed frosting her petals and trickling over her pelt as she laid there to recover. She kept her head turned away from the defeated buck, chest heaving slowly as she caught her breath.

Bambi caught sight of that thick cream drooling from her slit and felt anguished strength surge through him. The buck surged to his feet and twisted to run. Ronno stood before him, fixing him with that iron hard glare that froze him moments before. Bambi dropped to all fours and tried to break the spell the other buck had on him. Ears pinned back against his head as he breathed out a quiet little snort. All four feet pranced nervously as the other male advanced on him slowly. "Where are you going, Bambi?"

He shrunk back as the buck strode towards him. Ronno seemed larger, more dangerous, with a glint in his eyes that sent an icy shiver racing up and down Bambi's spine. "I'm going to go. You beat me, you took Faline from me, I was going to go for a bit before I..." he trailed off as the buck stepped up to him.

"Before you what?" came the steel-edged question. "Come back and try to take her from me?" Ronno let out a dismissive snort and shook his head, "Don't make me laugh. You're not much more than a fawn still." Bambi hung his head and took a step, trying to move around Ronno. The victorious male moved to block him. "And don't think I'm done with you yet." A nasty little idea popped into the buck's head, coaxing a smirk to his features. He half turned his head and huffed, "What would your father say if he found you weren't going to uphold the Code."

Bambi froze, head lifting slowly at the mention of his father. "Code?" he asked, voice trembling with nerves. His mind raced back to the few times he'd seen his father growing up, even thinking back to any advice Friend Owl had told him. Not once could he remember either of them mentioning something about the code.

"The Buck of the Forest's Code." He looked at the blank look. Another snort and a disappointed head shake. "Figures." he straightened his back. Ronno looked down at Bambi with one eye, doing his best to adapt a look of both pity and disgust with the other male. It took every ounce of his will to keep from laughing right in Bambi's face. "If your father decided not to tell you about the Code, then he obviously doesn't think you're a buck." He strode forward and loomed over the beaten buck. "Which means he, your father, the Prince of the Woods, believes you to be little more than a doe." Head shook as he huffed, "Either way. The code states that, as a defeated male, you have to submit to me."

Bambi glanced at where Faline lay and watched them. His chest tightened as his heart gave a painful wrench. "You've already gotten her. What more could you want from me, Ronno?"

Lips brushed against his ear, "You." Bambi jumped and looked at him in wide-eyed surprise, jaw dropping. Ronno tossed his head and laughed, "So surprised? How could I turn down having such an exotic doe under me? She's got antlers and everything, just like a buck should." He stepped forward until his chest bumped Bambi's side, "But she's got the soft eyes and supple hide of the finest doe. I'd expect nothing less from one of the Prince's children."

Ears laid back as his heart began to hammer wildly in his chest. Breath started to come in short, quick puffs. He felt a fear deep within him, the type of fear he hadn't felt since he was a fawn, not since the hunter.... He swallowed around the lump in his throat. "But," he mumbled, "I'm a buck, not a doe. I can't..."

Ronno shoved his chest into Bambi's side, "You keep saying you're a buck, but you won't even think of upholding the Code. Now are you one or aren't you?" Bambi chewed on his bottom lip, tears trembling at the corners of his eye.

"I'm a buck," came the pitiful whimper.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you over that sobbing."

"I... I'm a buck." He stated, lifting his head a little. He rolled his shoulders and squared them slowly, I'm a Buck and I will uphold the Buck of the Wood's Code."

"Then lick my sheath." Bambi jerked back in surprise, ears standing tall as he stared at Ronno in surprise. The victor turned to present his flank towards Bambi. "The Code says that, as the defeats, you have to submit to the will of the victor. Lean in and lick every last drop of Faline's juices off my sheath and balls." Bambi's mouth worked as he looked from Ronno's face to his hanging privates in shock. For a second, he was about to tell the buck to go sit on a stump, but then he remembered the Code. While he hadn't heard of it before, there were lots of things he'd never heard of. Didn't mean they weren't things. His father hadn't spent a lot of time around him, he could have simply forgotten to tell him about it. Shoulders squared as his resolve settled in an instant.

Leaning in, careful to twist his head so his antlers didn't jab into Ronno's belly. His jaw shook and heart hammered as he leaned in closer and closer. The male's heavy, musky scent filled his nostrils. Faline's lighter, sweeter scent was almost drown out by the buck's aroma. Light and soft as it was, it still wove its delightful spell on him. Eyes drifted shut as he breathed in her delicate aroma, tainted as it was by the weighty scent of the male. His balls, pent up from the denied release, churned and filled him with confusing feelings as he slowly slid his tongue out and ran it over Ronno's heavy sheath.

A rich saltiness filled his senses as he slowly ran his tongue over the matted fur. It was like a salt lick in a way. Making his mouth water for more. The buck's juices had mixed with the does on his fur to make a salty sweet blend that was almost irresistible to him. A voice in his head told him that this was wrong though. He was a buck. Not just any buck, he was the son of the Prince of the Woods, a noble, proud buck with a proud lineage. He was the child of the mightiest woods. His father was proud of him and loved him.

But if that was so, why hadn't he told him about the Code?

That thought bothered him as he turned his head and continued to groom Ronno's sheath with slow licks. If there wasn't such a thing as the Buck's Code, then he'd have thought that at least Faline would have said something about it. He pushed those thoughts from his head and focused at the task before him. Nuzzling into the plush fur of the sheath, he felt around for any damp spots before grooming them with his tongue. A low huff came from the buck as he submitted to cleaning Ronno. He'd show this bastard. He'd show him just how good of a buck he was. Tongue swept over the sheath and up to Ronno's balls, licking over them slowly. They were heavy, every bit as heavy as the ones dangling between his legs despite being recently drained. He breathed out a low huff, nose practically buried into the source of Ronno's musk. The blend of musk and doe estrus was making him feel giddy. Head reeling as he absently worked his tongue here and there. His own hips were starting to rock, cock grinding against the tight confines of his own sheath. A groan rolled up his throat and dripped over the prize-winning privates.

Faline lay on that soft grassy spot, watching the pair with perked ears. She'd never heard mention of anything regarding any code that the bucks had. But if it was a buck thing, then she might not know about it. Silly things that they were. Fighting over does and all those other strange things that they did. Wouldn't surprise her if they had some practice like this. But it was very interesting to watch, so she wasn't going to say a word.

Ronno shifted his hips as Bambi's tongue ran up his sheath. Muscles tensed slowly as he waited until that tongue brushed over the opening to his sheath. Driving his hips forward, he slammed his cock into Bambi's muzzle. The male under him jerked in surprise and gagged as the length slid over his tongue and probed at his throat. Bambi pulled away with a cough and a sputter, turning his head away. Ronno tutted as he strode around Bambi. "Couldn't take a thrust like that? Why I've seen some of yours father's fallen foes take him right to the root without so much as blinking an eye." He angled his head a bit, "Think I need to punish you for that."

Bambi coughed softly, "Punished, why?" He shook his head to get rid of that itching that plagued his throat after the jab. Tongue rolled inside of his mouth, tasting that salty essence that clung there.

Teeth clamped at his ear, making him yelp. "Punished for being a bad doe, that's why." Ronno was on him in an instant, legs wrapped around Bambi's body and hooked against his thighs. A gasp and a half bounce was the only protest Bambi was allowed. Hooves hooked against his thigh as Ronno leaned forward and clamped flat teeth down on his scruff. Bambi yelped at the bite and froze up. Ronno thrust forward and slid his cock up along Bambi's back. "Are you a buck or a doe?" came the low growl as his hips rocked. "Either you grit your teeth and take it like a buck, or you squeal like Faline did." Bambi's neck muscles shook with nerves as he kept his gaze turned away from Ronno, focusing instead on a bare patch of earth. There was something about the way his head hung that made Ronno's heart go pitter patter even more than when he took Faline. He breathed out a huff as his hips rocked. Precum matting the fur along Bambi's virginal backside. He pressed his cheek against Bambi's neck and licked it in the same way he would a doe. Rocking backwards, he started to jab the other male with shorter thrusts.

It took a little longer to find his target with Bambi than it did with Faline, but mostly because the would-be heir wasn't moving to help him. He could be one of the hunter's fake deer for all he moved. Not that that would have stopped Ronno from finding his target. His tip nudged against the buck's tight little pucker before he threw himself forward.

A bleat rang out from Bambi as his unprepared anus was spread wide around the buck. Jaws snapped shut to cut the sound off. He was a buck, not a doe, he could take it. He could take it. He was the heir to his father's legacy. He was a strong buck and he could handle it. Ronno cheek brushed against his neck, hooves digging at his thighs as the buck hammered home. Balls, heavy with cum for the breeding season, bounced off his backside with a meaty slap. The sound triggered a recall of when he watched Faline under Ronno. In the time it took Ronno to draw back and slam forward, Bambi's mind had replaced Faline with himself. Hot tears trickled down his cheek as he realized just how much of a doe he was becoming. More than that, it was feeling good to him. His own cock was twitching with each slam. Tip pushed from his bulging sheath and spilled precum onto the ground. Ears pinned back as he squirmed, muscles tensing so he could bolt away from the buck.

"Oh no you don't," came the growl from Ronno. He dug his teeth into Bambi's neck, treating him like the reluctant doe he was. Hooves dug into Bambi's belly and jerked his hips up and back. The thrusts came faster and harder. Bambi shook under the brutal assault as the cock battered against something inside of him in a way that made his stomach lurch and shake. He gasped and shook as he came, his valuable seed spilling onto the ground as Ronno kept pounding him without stopping. The buck snorted and grunted as he felt that tight ass clenching around his cock. He grinned and threw his head back with a bugle that echoed into the woods. Ronno put every last ounce of his strength into that final thrust, slamming himself balls deep into Bambi before spilling his load. One good thrust and he emptied every spare drop into the buck. "Oh yeah," he almost purred as he rocked his hips, "Take it all."

Bambi was frozen solid, wide eyes staring into the nothing. He could feel Ronno rocking against him, that thick seed warming his insides and leaking out his abused hole. The buck's weight pressed against his body as Ronno just slumped there and enjoyed the bliss that flowed through him. Half-formed thoughts flowed through Bambi's mind before drifting into nothingness as he just held himself there. It was only when the buck pulled off and away that his brain became unstuck. He stared ahead blankly as he started to walk away from the pair.

Faline's ears lifted as she stood up, "Bambi?" she asked, confusion flavoring her voice. She blinked at him as he staggered into the woods. She'd only made it a step before Ronno was in front of her, blocking her path. Her ears twitched back, "We should check to see what's wrong with him, see if we can help."

He arched his neck and glared down his muzzle at her, "He's a big deer. Either he'll be back or he won't." She looked from him to Bambi's backside and pinned her ears back against her scalp. The doe squared her shoulders and took a step forward, as if to follow Bambi. Ronno slammed his side against hers with a heavy snort, "Where do you think you're going."

She twisted her head and breathed out a delicate sniff, "I'm going to check on Bambi. If you don't like that, then you can just go find another doe to be with." Tossing her head back, she started forward with every ounce of confidence she could muster. Why was she so afraid of Ronno? Probably just because he seemed to have a much harder edge to him than Bambi did. Just a different method to it all or something brought on by the season. Her mother had warned her that bucks tended to act strange once it came time to breed. Didn't expect them to quite act like Ronno was though. There was something wildly savage about him right now, something scary. The further she went, the better she was feeling about everything else.

She'd nearly made it to the edge of the clearing when a weight crashed against her back. Faline staggered and let out a bleat as the hooves wrapped around her thighs and jerked her back. "Ronno! What are you doing?" she cried out as she tried to get her feet under her. "Let me go," she huffed.

Muzzle bumped against her neck as his hooves dug into her thighs. "You are my doe, not his. Which means you stay here with me, not go chasing after him."

Her eyes rolled to show off the whites, "Y-you can't do this. If a dd-dooe doesn't want a b-buck..."

"I don't care," he growled as his tip jabbed against the fluffy fur of her backside. "You are my doe. No one else's. And you will not be leaving this clearing until you understand that." He slammed his body forward with a grunt. His cock drove into that heat-rich pussy, slithering through the slick inner walls. Faline let out a cry as her head dropped until her nose nearly touched the ground. Unbidden pleasure raced up her spine like a lightning bolt. Even if she didn't want it, there was nothing stopping the buck from pounding deep into her with that first thrust. Between her heat juices and his first load, it was easy enough for the male to drive himself balls deep into her tight tunnel.

A yelp came from the doe, "Ronno, stop. You're hurting me." His only reply was to dig his hooves into her belly and snort as he slammed against her. "Ba-bam...B...Bambi!" She cried out, hooves pawing at the ground. She tried to lurch away but he wasn't about to let her loose. A snort came from the buck as his head slammed into the back of her neck, staggering her, before his flat teeth dug at her neck. Sharp edges of his cloven hooves dug painfully at her teats as he jerked her wildly back into his vicious thrusts. She cried out as sharp, dizzying pain melded with ever increasing pleasure. "BAMBI!"

But he wasn't there.

As soon as he got away form the clearing, Bambi broke into a flat out run and didn't look back. He breathed heavily, half panting and half sobbing as he stumbled through the brush. Branches scratched at his hide and leaves slapped at his face and neck. The buck barely noticed them. Even as brambles dug at his hide, he just kept blindly running. He couldn't begin to think. There wasn't a thought that could even begin to take hold in his brain beyond the frantic need to get away from Ronno. Even his usual grace was gone, leaving him staggering and bouncing off tree and brush.

One bounce sent him stumbling off a ledge. Dirt fell away under his hooves, sending him tumbling antler over ass down the hill. There was a lurching moment as his body hit open air and everything dropped away. Bambi tumbled free for a moment before crashing into a river. It was the shock of the chill water that finally snapped his mind back into motion. He broke the surface, flailing and sputtering, as he lurched towards the riverbank. He dropped against the muddy ground with a half sob and just lay there for a long moment as he tried to gather his wits about himself. His mind raced as he tried to process everything that had happened to him in the last very short time. Losing to Ronno, watching Faline being mounted, then getting mounted himself. His stomach gave a lurch when he remembered how it felt to have the other male on top of him. The rush as Ronno's virile seed filled his backside and set of his own pent up need. His first rush of seed, meant for the warm depths of a doe, meant to find her deepest parts and leave a fawn, his fawn, behind to grow and make her belly swell so sweetly. That precious seed had been spilled on the ground.

A twig snapped somewhere above him followed by the whisper of hooves on grass. The heavy, musky scent of a stag washed down the bank towards him. He knew that scent too well. Any fawn would recognize the scent of that particular male. He lifted his soggy head and peered upwards at the mighty stag, the Great Prince of the Forest. Light stabbed through the trees and illuminated his father in all his glory. Bambi's rear clenched as the pondering thought raced through his head, questioning what this buck would feel like over him. Cheeks flushed and he looked away as the male loomed there over him for the longest moment.

"Bambi," the word rolled over him. Deep and ponderous. He shuddered softly as his father stared down his muzzle at him. He was only able to tear his gaze away once his father looked past him and up the river. "What are you doing here, in this state?" There was no denying the aura of authority the male held, his presence alone enough to pin Bambi there. Before he knew what was happening, he was spilling his guts about everything that had happened so far. Following Faline, fighting Ronno, being beaten, watching Ronno lay claim to Faline, even being laid claim to as well. Throughout it all, the older male just looked down at him with an unreadable gaze. The more he talked, the further his head dipped as shame began to weigh him down. Tears gathered in the corner of his eyes and his chest heaved with barely contained sobs.

Prince strode towards the river with deliberate strides. Bambi watched was his father dipped his head and sipped at the clear water before lifting his head again. "So what are you going to do about it?" Bambi perked his ears curiously and looked up at his father. "You lost to another male and he took your female. Not only that, but he shamed you." Head shook, "More than that he shamed me for pointing out that I raised such a foolish, cowardly son!" Ears pinned back as Bambi shrank under the hard tone.

"A rival male beats you and treats you like a doe. Not only does he mount and fuck you like one, but he convinces you to do it of your own free will." Hooves stamped against the ground as he snorted. "By your own admission you hiked your tail and let him pound the white out of your tail until you came on the ground." A hoof jabbed at his flank, "You spilled YOUR seed on the ground after being mounted by another buck. YOUR seed, my lineage is now wasted on the ground because you could not hold your own against another male. Everything I have taught you was as wasted as your seed if you can't lay claim to so much as a single female."

"Father!" Bambi sobbed, trying to push himself further into the muck to get away from the accusing words.

A hoof lashed sharply against his side, stinging far deeper than even the most stubborn of brambles. "Do Not 'father' me, little man." Prince held his head tall and glared down his muzzle at Bambi. "After your mother was killed I made sure that you survived. The first buck, what I had thought would be a strong male and heir to my name. You were taught how to hide from the Hunter, how to fight other bucks, how to woo your chosen does. Never once did I mention any Code of the Buck because there is no such thing." His lip curled in disdain, "Now here you are, beaten and bred lying before me." He shook his head, "That leaves only one question." Prince paced forward until he was standing over Bambi. "Are you going to suck my cock?"

Ears pinned flat against his scalp as he stammered. "W-what?"

"Are you going to suck my cock?"

"N-no. No! I'm not going to suck your cock?" He pressed even flatter against the ground as the stag stepped forward. His scent was heavy, mingling with the aroma or a dozen females already. That heavy musk of the older male and the sweet flower scent of the does made Bambi's own sheath twitch as it practically smothered him.

Prince stepped back, "Then get up." Bambi scrambled to his feet, legs shaking a bit. He kept his gaze low, looking at his father's throat and chest, refusing to meet the male's eyes. The mighty male stepped forward, driving the younger buck backwards with his presence. "Go and show this rival of yours who is the stronger male. A mark against you is a mark against me, remember that." He breathed out a soft little snort, "Unless you want your father to come and claim victory as well as your doe." Prince glanced up the river where a doe was just peeking through the brush. She winked sweetly and turned, flipping her tail towards the bucks.

Bambi swallowed at the sight of those gloriously red lips tucked away in the pristine white fields of her rear. "N-no." He straightened his back and held his head up taller. "No. I'll go. I'll go and I'll beat Ronno."

"Good, fine. Whatever you say you can do it, son." He flicked his tail and swaggered up the hill towards the doe. Bambi watched for a moment before the sound of a giggle and his father's deep voice rolled down the hill at him. The giggle turned into a gasp as the buck mounted the female, heavy grunts sounding from the pair. Ears pinned back against his head as he turned and started off quickly. He had to get back to Faline and rescue her.

It took longer than he would've liked to get back to where he'd left the pair. His headlong flight and dip in the water had taken him further than he'd thought. Toss in that he'd gotten turned around during the frolic with Faline, and it was starting to get dark by the time he found the pair. Faline stood in in the middle of a meadow with her head down and legs shaking as they tried to support the buck's weight. Ronno was happily mounting her again, hooves scraping at her sides. Numerous shallow cuts and scratches covered her flanks and thighs from where Ronno's hooves had scored up her sides and body. As Bambi approached, the male gave a powerful thrust, throwing his head back with a bugling cry as he emptied another load into her. Faline gasped out as her body literally shook with her climax, legs nearly giving out. The buck snorted and whispered something into her ear before sliding off. Her backside was matted with their combined juices. Thick dollops of the buck's many loads oozing from her slit and dripping down to the forest floor. Seed wasted, but considering how much was leaking out, the buck had probably put far more where it needed to be.

Anger flared up in Bambi as he saw his girl like that. His sweet, beautiful Faline. It should be him that was over her like that, painting her insides, leaving his fawn in her. White-hot rage raced up and down his spine, leaving his fur bristled. His blood screamed at him and red tinged the edges of his vision. Breath burned hot in his throat as he huffed and shook narrowed his eyes sharply. Bambi stamped and shook his head. "Ronno!" he bellowed, head dropping and hooves pounding against the ground.

Despite the torpor from having just rutted Faline more times than he really cared to count, the buck spun on his hoof. Head dropped and antlers caught Bambi's with a crack that echoed through the forest. Powerful neck muscles strained as the males glared into one another's eyes. Bambi's flat teeth ground as he rolled his shoulders, trying to muscle shove the buck backwards through brute force as rage held tight to him. "You lied to me!" came the huffing grunt. Hooves dug into the ground as he put everything h e could into taking down the other male.

Ronno rocked back just a fraction before shoving into Bambi. Antlers clattered angrily as the pair clashed. He smirked, "You loved it, you little doe." Thick shoulders rolled and head twisted sharply. He just about skipped to the side as he turned, throwing Bambi past him. He expected the other male to bleat out in surprise as he hit the ground and tumbled, but Bambi just grunted and jumped to his feet before charging again. The clearing echoed with the crack of their antlers as they rattled and locked. "So ready to believe in anything I told you. So ready to lift that tail for me." Tongue ran over his lips as he grinned, shaking his head just to hear the clatter of horns. "More than that. So eager to spill your load all over the forest floor after just a few thrusts." They broke apart and lunged at each other, hooves lashing as they reared back. Bambi scored several hits on his chest, but he landed blows across his rival's sides and neck before landing a hoof right in the buck's throat.

Reeling back, Bambi gasped for air. Head shook as he coughed and wheezed. Ronno was on him in an instant, head slamming into his side. He yelped as the head and antlers slammed into his side, sending him collapsing to the ground with a groan. Hooves rained down on his sides and back, each one drawing a yelp and a jerk from him as he tried to curl up to get away from the impacts. Bambi lashed out blindly, driving Ronno back with a well placed kick to the buck's knee.

A snarl came from the buck as he rocked back to his feet, anger dulling the dull aches that echoed through his body. He staggered as he got upright, but wobbled on unsteady legs. "Shut up," he hissed as he staggered towards Ronno.

The bucks clashed with a growl and a shake, breaking apart and lunging for one another again. "Getting angry now?" Ronno danced and lashed out with his hooves and antlers. "Pissed off that I fucked Faline more than I did you?" He grinned, "Don't worry, you'll get your fair share of loving."

"SHUT UP!" Bambi yelled as he backed up for a charge. Ronno winced as he put his weight on his leg, having to lift it when his knee protested. Little bitch got a good shot on him. He glared at Bambi as the other buck galloped at him. Feet braced and head lowered as he breathed out a snort of his own. Antlers met and clashed. Instead of keeping at it head on, Ronno twisted his head sharply and threw the other male behind him. Bambi tried to turn but his body was nearing its limits. He stumbled and tried to stay upright, but was on his side in a second. Ronno chased as Bambi rolled, hooves flailing and thumping against the buck's head and neck. Bambi cried out in inarticulate anger as he tried to lash out. Fool him once. Ronno kept moving around, keeping away from the blind flailing.

His dodging put more weight on his knee than it wanted. Leg buckled and almost threw him to the ground. Fucking little he-doe had gotten a good kick in, but he wasn't going to let Bambi have even the smallest victory. His stumble turned into a series of stamping kicks. Sharp hooves raining blows down onto the prone male. Bambi cried out and rolled to get away from the sharp hooves. He rolled onto his belly and tried to get his feet under himself. He was only just able to lift himself off the ground before Ronno's weight crashed against his back. A pained bleat was forced from him as his breath exploded from his lungs. The larger buck pressed him tight to the cold ground. Bambi's chest heaved as he tried to get his breath back.

Hooves scraped against the ground as Ronno did his best to work with the awkward position. Bambi squirmed under him as he tried to squirm out from under the buck or knock him loose. His thrashing pushed his rear up against Ronno's sheath. A soft chuff puffed from his lips as the rubbing got him worked up. Blood singing and heart hammering from the fight, anger turned to lust. He breathed out a groan and arched, grinding his sheath against that backside. Precum dripped onto the male's backside. Bambi froze for a second before starting to thrash harder, beating his hooves against the ground. Tail flicked with the panic that was building deep within him. The position was unnatural, his body too low, he couldn't get a good grasp on Bambi's hips. "Get off me!" Bambi nearly squealed as he thrashed under the larger buck.

Ronno slammed his forehead against the back of Bambi's head, "I'll get off you when I'm good and ready, you fucking worthless waste of antlers."

Faline approached, staring at them with wide eyes. "Ronno, stop. You don't have to do anything else. Just let him go, please?"

He twisted with a snarl, the tips of his antlers scraping over the doe's side. She yelped and staggered back, looking at him with hurt in her eyes. "I'll let him up when he learns his place." Faline started to back up, muscles tensing along her back and sides as she prepared to run. "If you fucking leave this clearing before I'm done with either of you does then he'll get it many times worse." Her hoof came down slowly and she breathed out a sad little sniff as tears gathered in the corner of her eyes. Ronno rocked his body back and held her eyes with a hard glare as his tip stabbed up under the false-buck's tail.

Bambi cried out a sharp bleat as the cock was slammed under his tail. Ronno dug his feet into the ground as he hunched over the other buck. He drove himself balls deep into the other male with a groan. Those heavy balls, drained so many times into Faline already, bounced off Bambi's near full sac. "Faline, come here." She shook her head with a quiet little noise. Ronno snarled and punctuated each word with a pound hard enough to draw a yelp from Bambi; "Faline, get your ass over here." She looked away from Ronno and worried her lip before starting towards the pair slowly. "That's my girl," he growled through clenched teeth. "Turn around, hike that tail, and shove your pussy right against Bambi's nose." She hesitated again, looking from one buck to the other. Ronno narrowed his eyes and bit Bambi's neck with his blunt teeth, making the loser scream. "Shove. Your. Fucked. Cunt. Into. His. Face!"

The doe sobbed quietly as she turned, tail flagging upwards. Her dark lips glistened with her heat juices and drooled pearls of his seed. She hesitated for just a second before stepping back far enough to drive her pussy against his nose. Bambi's cries were muffled by her lips as the doe pushed against him. Blush spread hotly across their cheeks as the tip of Bambi's muzzle was forced past her lips. Faline's hips shook with a soft cry as those needful petals were stretched open by his nose. Hooves stomped in a lusty dance as she warbled out a soft moan. Bambi's eyes dilated as she rocked her hips back against his muzzle, driving his nose deep into the source of her heat. Ronno slowed for a moment as he stared at the doe. Nostrils flared to breath in her scent before letting out a shuddering groan. Leaning forward, he gripped Bambi's neck with a powerful bite as he started to thrust again. The male's eyes narrowed sharply as he uttered a muted cry.

His pained call was drown out by Faline's panting gasps as she rocked back, lost in the moment as her heat burned through her body. Tears ran down Bambi's cheeks as he started to sob into her folds. He was worked up beyond belief due to her aroma and the way Ronno's cock massaged his insides. A muted sob came from him as his cock twitched between his belly and the cold grass. His body ached from the cuts and bruises. Each breath hurt, making his chest ache and scream in agony. Ronno's thrusts were making his abused rear burn and balls jerk as the male pounded him without stopping.

Anger had burned out, taking his energy and leaving him weary. Unrelenting shame had taken its place and left him feeling strangely numb. Bambi's eyes unfocused as he stared at the doe's heart-shaped rear. His tongue flicked out and brushed over her inner walls, drawing a warbling moan from her. Faline's juices were so sweet and filled him with excitement. Ronno's salty cum stained her tunnel and coated his muzzle. Tongue flicked and danced here and there against the sweet flower and salt lick that was pressed against and around his muzzle. Despite how that scent and her taste had made his blood sing joyously earlier in the day it was only getting an automatic response from him now. His body knew what it should do, so it did that. He stared blankly at the rear, staring past it really, head tilting this way and that as his tongue roamed her insides. The buck's hips twitched and ground his cock against the ground as Ronno hammered him from behind. Faline let out a cry and jerked away as his tongue twirled around her clit. The doe's backside trembled as she came, squirting juices over his muzzle.

Ronno's thrusts slowed just a hair as the doe, his doe, cried out. Ears perked as he watched her pull away and squirt over Bambi's stained muzzle. His former rival was staring at Faline with what could only be longing. More than that, he was starting to rock his hips back into Ronno's thrusts. "Would you look at that," he smirked as he leaned forward. "Just a little sniff of another doe and you're starting to act like a good one." Teeth brushed against the arched neck. "All it took for you to become a little slut." He started to thrust harder, huffing harder now. Honestly, he was surprised that he was lasting this long. Probably a touch drained from rutting Faline over and over. Just watching how excited his girls were getting was more than enough to get his worked up. Lurching forward, he clamped his teeth onto Bambi's ear with a huff.

Bambi let out a bleat and jerked at the bite to his ear. The sharp pain broke through his stupor and snapped his mind back into focus. Hot tears coursed down his cheeks from the painful bite and the humiliation of being fucked from both ends. The juices were drying on his muzzle and making him itch. Tongue flicked over his maw and cleaned off some of the mess as he huffed. Head dropped as much as Ronno's bite would allow as his hips drove back without warning. Cock twitched against his belly as he peaked and spilled his precious seed across the ground.

A groan came from the dominate male as the rear clenched hard around his dick. The male arched and hammered faster, huffing and puffing as he worked harder. His balls bounced off Bambi's twitching sac as he rutted the he-doe without stopping. Lungs burned and sides ached, but he wasn't going to stop until he'd planted a second load deep into Bambi's waiting ass. Throwing his weight into Bambi with each thrust, he pressed the male down against the forest floor. He knew that he was grinding the male's belly into the muddy mess of spawned from his cum. "Seed all over the ground where it belongs," he huffed, biting at the ears. "Weak, worthless bloodline. Gonna drain every last drop of your wasted essence into the mud where it belongs." Hooves scraped over Bambi's sides as he stomped and tried to get a good purchase for even harder thrusts. "Couldn't even beat me when I was exhausted from fucking my girl," he hammered even harder, half kneeling; "All. Day. Long."

Body shook with sobs as the words sunk in, cutting deeper than any of his fight wounds. He really was worthless. Couldn't protected Faline, couldn't protect himself, what hope did he have to protect anyone from the Hunter Head hung with a strangled cry as his body shook. Ass started to clench around the powerful buck again as his length jerked uselessly. Ronno drove deep with a bugle and pumped his second load deep into Bambi's backside. Soft sobs mixed with heavy pants as the two males pressed tight against each other. Faline stood nearby, blush flaring hot across her cheeks as she looked at the two males from the corner of her eyes.

The trio were deathly still and silent for a long moment. The two males simply taking the moment to recover their breath after the fierce fight and then brutal fucking. Ronno gave Bambi's neck a lick, "That's a good doe." Bambi's neck shuddered around where he was licked, head turning away. Ronno stood up and shook his body out, feeling his muscles jump and dance, sweat matting his body. The two fights and marathon rutting had taken more out of him than he thought it would. Not that he was going to complain too much. Few scrapes and bruises and he'd come up with a pair of lovely does. Even if one didn't have all the right parts to give him a fawn. He gave a slow shake and a tired huff. "I'm going to get some water. Neither of you move."

"Yes, Ronno." Came the soft reply from Faline, his main girl tired out from her ordeal. Bambi didn't respond, but he'd get his second girl broken in soon enough. Ronno cast him a sidelong glance and smirked. Those delicate lashes and wide eyes looked more feminine than anyone in the forest would freely admit. Definitely had his mother's eyes.

Quick jaunt down to the river to fill his belly from the crisp water. Bit of a splash in there to wash the sweat away and let the clear water bath his scratches. He gave a good roll and splash before shaking out on the bank. He breathed out a soft murmur since the quick bath had left him feeling nicely refreshed. He didn't linger too long, skipping back up the riverbank within just a couple minutes. As he came back to the clearing, there was that hint of worry that tickled through his gut. Had Bambi and Faline run off? Had the buck used this chance to put a load in Faline as well? Those thoughts added speed to his return.

Faline had dipped her head to graze at the fresh grass that had been untouched by the near-rabid fighting. Bambi lay right where Ronno had left him. There was a distant look in the buck's eyes, as if his mind were a thousand miles away. Ronno posed at the edge of the clearing, looking over his does with a swell of pride in his chest. This was his. He'd earned this through hard work, blood, sweat, and tears. Two beautiful, prime doe just waiting for him to come and put them in their place.

Ears perked and one head swing to look at him, Faline looking a touch worried as he approached. But she didn't back away. Her sides ached from where his hooves had cut her up and where he'd headbutted her several times. He was rough, too rough for her, but the way he held himself and moved at her made her insides tremble with a burning desire. She let out a delicate sniff and turned her head to lick at her sides. If only to do something other than look at him. Ronno was not the male she'd chosen to be with. That was Bambi. Her poor sweet, sweet Bambi.

Ronno kept his neck arched proudly and gait steady as he strolled up towards his girls. Faline looked away from him in a way that made him smirk. Their eyes locked for just a second before she looked away to lick at one of the scrapes. The move might have been to make him feel guilty but she'd brought it on herself. Shouldn't have resisted him the way she had. He smirked down his muzzle at her and turned his attention on Bambi. As he watched, the buck's tongue slipped out and ran along his muzzle. A shiver raced down the male's back, fur bristling up. His tongue slipped out again and trailed over a decidedly pearly trail that dripped along his muzzle. Definitely not anything that the doe had made. Bambi's tongue brushed over it slowly, shivered again at the taste, but kept licking over it slowly to clean it off his muzzle.

"If you want some of that right from the source, you just have to ask." Bambi jumped at Ronno's voice, tongue retracting with a noisy slurp.

"R-ronnno, I-i was just..."

He shushed the other male as he strode over. "I know what you were just doing." He held himself proud and tall as he strolled over the prone Bambi. His voice dropped to a near whisper as he cooed, "You've lost to me. I'm stronger than you, better than you, bigger than you, and more than that, I've made you mine. You came at me twice and lost both times, even after I'd worn myself out your sweet doe-sister, Faline." He held his head tall and proud, looking down his muzzle at Bambi, "But I am a benevolent buck. As such, I am more than happy to graciously give you a gift to enjoy." He stepped forward, his presence driving Bambi closer to the ground.

Ronno hesitated for just a second as he looked at the antlers that topped Bambi's head. He snorted and stepped forward, shoving his sheath right against Bambi's nose. The buck rocked his head back with wide eyes, lips trembling as he tried to think of anything to say. He could only stammer and try to come up with a response, the opening of Ronno's sheath pressed tight against his nose. A hoof came down on his back with a solid strike, "Do not test my patience."

Bambi winced at the sharp kick to his spine. His head was craned back far enough that his antlers were scraping against his neck. Ronno's thick scent, barely flavored with Faline and his own aroma, invaded his nostrils and dug deep into his brain. Lips trembled as his tongue worked over his teeth slowly. A low whimper came from him as his head twisted slowly. Fearing another kick, he licked over the opening to the male's sheath as tears began to gather in his eyes.. His tongue danced over the entrance. Ronno's fur was clean, if a little damp still from his dip, meaning that Bambi has a clean slate to work with. His breath caught in his throat as his tongue slipped in deeper. The male's taste was heavy now that he was at the source. It clung to his tongue and stuck there without the least hint of leaving anytime soon. So this is what a prime male tasted like. Bambi wondered how he compared. How his father would compare to it. Ronno had beaten him into the ground, but how would the male stack up to the Great Prince? His tongue kept working even as his mind rolled these questions around. Lapping gently, tongue rolling over the cock like a fawn nursing at his mother's teat.

Ronno breathed out a warbling huff, "That's a good doe." He stepped over Bambi fully, planting a foot firmly on the male's back. Back bowed upwards and drove his hips forward. Bambi's eyes clenched shut as the cock was driven deep into his mouth and stabbed down his throat. Head jerked and throat rebelled at the penetration. Ronno pulled back before anything could come of it, making the buck gasp and lips flutter around the length as precum spurted over his tongue. The salty reward was hardly compensation for the ache in his throat and the humiliation of being made to do this. But he lapped it up anyway.

"Mmmmf," came the grunt as Ronno held his bottom lip between his teeth. "That's a good, slutty doe down there." He loved a good puss, and had certainly enjoyed the times he took Bambi's backdoor, but there was something new and wonderful about the muzzle. Body shifted so he could plant both hooves right into Bambi's spin, holding himself over those antlers. Hind hooves shuffled and danced for a second before he slammed forward again. Sheath smashed flat against the male's nose as he buried his length into the muzzle and down Bambi's throat. He huffed and shuffled all four feet before starting to thrust with short, hard motions. Savage grunts filled the air, blending smoothly with the muted gulps as the he-doe swallowed around his length.

Bambi's throat was aching within a few thrusts. It was getting easier to take it, not that he had any choice in the matter, but it was utterly humiliating. He huffed around the cock and clenched his eyes tightly as that sheath mashed into his nose time and time again. The once clean scent quickly grew musky, filling his nose and digging deep. Those sharp hooves dug into his bruised flesh, reminding him of his exact place in the hierarchy. Hot, silent tears dripped off his jaw as Ronno crammed his full length into Bambi's maw.

A bleat broke through the clearing as Ronno came. Spent as he was, there wasn't much cream left over to spill into the buck's mouth. Just a few piddly spurts. It didn't matter if he only fired a few drops or if he practically drown the buck in his spunk. All that mattered was that his load was pumped deep into Bambi, staining his tongue and throat with his essence. He huffed and bucked shortly, making sure to get every last drop of his cream out into the waiting throat. Smirking, he kneaded the buck's back before dismounting with a soft little puff. Ronno stretched his legs out as he walked a slow circle around Bambi, looking down his muzzle at the other male. "Are you sated?" Bambi stared ahead blankly. Ronno snorted and stomped, hoof flashing in front of Bambi's muzzle. "Will you behave?" he demanded. Bambi looked up at him with those wide, watery eyes and nodded slowly. "Good. Do you know your role." A slow nod and a very quiet sniff. "What is it?" He stared down his muzzle at the other male. Bambi turned his head away, prompting a hard kick to his flank, "Your buck asked you a question."

Bambi swallowed around the thick knot in his throat. "Y...your doe." Ronno stepped forward, driving Bambi to the ground with his presence.

His ear flicked forward, "What was that? I couldn't hear you over the little crying fawn before me."

"Yo...you....your D-doe." Bambi said louder, sobs breaking each word. "Ob-bediant to yo-your wi-illl." he huffed and swallowed around that heavy lump, looking at the ground.

"Good," Ronno said, leaning in to give Bambi's neck a tender little nuzzle. "Get some rest, we can work more in the morning." Turning, the proud buck strode over to were Faline was laying. He dropped to his knees then belly, pressing his side to hers. Bambi's ears laid back as he looked at the pair before turning his head away with a delicate sniff.

Ronno lead his two does down to the water again. He smirked and looked over at Faline, her head a little low but her steps steady. She'd been more than willing for a mounting as soon as he was awake. He'd given her a good one, bringing her to a squealing climax under him. All while Bambi watched how a proper buck did things, his nose pressed against Ronno and Faline's joining. Looking over his shoulder, he saw his former rival. Bambi's head was down, ears laying flat against his scalp, with his nose pressed up under Ronno's tail. The buck slowed for just a second. Enough to make Bambi's nose bump right against his pucker. He chuckled and started forward again, the other male moving to keep up with him.

His thoughts started up. If Bambi had been broken down this easily, how easy would his father break down? He moved aside and nodded at Bambi, allowing him to go to the river to get a drink. Eyes narrowed with contentment as he looked over the pair. It wasn't hard to see that Bambi was the Great Prince's son. He could see his father's build in the buck. Give him another year and he might very well be a match for his sire in build as well. Although at the rate they were going, within a year Bambi might very well be begging his forgiveness for not bearing him a fawn. Really couldn't wait for that to happen.

That still left the lingering thoughts and questions about how the Great Prince would react if he lost to Ronno. From all he'd heard, the grand buck had never lost of fight in his entire life. Tongue ran over his lips slowly as he thought about how good the older buck would feel under him. Bucking and squirming just like Bambi had when he took him after he'd claimed Faline.

Yeah. Yeah! Why couldn't he beat the Great Prince in a fight? He'd taken down the buck's prize heir twice in a day and brought him to this state overnight. Tongue rolled over his lips slowly as he grinned. Prince was getting up there in years, it was about time someone else displaced him and gave the does a new, strong bloodline for their fawns. Still early in the mating season, he could certainly get at it and make sure that this year's fawns were probably his. He'd been around long enough to know that Prince liked to court his does slowly, ensuring each one had plenty of attention before moving to the next. Why not take the time, no one dared challenge him. Eyes narrowed just a touch. He'd have to be smart about it though. The Great Prince of the Forest probably wouldn't give up his title lightly. If Ronno was to be sure of his victory, he'd have to ensure that the buck was completely crushed.

Ronno looked at Bambi as the other buck glanced towards Faline but shied away when she stepped towards him. He'd brought the buck this far, could he possibly get Bambi's help in bringing down his own father? It's possible, but he'd rather not do that. No, he'd need something far better. And he knew just what to do.

"You are a fool." The words were spoken calmly and with the same tone of voice as if the Great Prince were stating what color the sky was. "Perhaps the greatest fool in the forest if you believe you can claim my title. I'll let it slide if you turn and walk away this moment and leave me to my," he turned his attention a doe as she flagged her tail, "duties."

Ronno stood proud with his back stiff and head held high. "You aren't about to drive me away like that. You have been the prime male for many seasons, but it is time for a new one." Legs stiff, he strode between Prince and the doe, meeting the male's eyes cooly, "If you don't want to fight then I understand and will accept your forfeit." He allowed the slightest of smiles to cross his lips, "You are growing rather old, aren't you?"

Prince blinked slowly before allowing a smile to cross his own muzzle, "Cheeky. Just like your mother." He turned his head slowly to look over the does that were gathered in the clearing. Their heads were down as they grazed, but all ears were turned towards the bucks. No one had dared challenge him in some time. They were more than willing and ready to watch this duel. "I will leave you with a firm reminder of who is in charge."

Ronno turned his head to look at the does as well, sheath twitching at the thought of taking these does for himself. "If you are going to put that much into defending your title, perhaps we should move away from the does and fawns." He turned his head to look sidelong at the Prince. Defiance burned in his eyes. He wasn't going to make it easy for the older male.

It was that look that made the Prince give pause, his eyes drifting to where Bambi and Faline stood at the edge of the clearing. "Perhaps we should. Faline can stay here with my does while Bambi comes to see how a fight is handled."

A snort came from the challenger. "Bambi stays here with the other does as well." He gave Prince a smug smile as the older buck's eyes widened just a hair. He turned smoothly and started for the deeper woods. "I know a good spot where we can have our challenge. It's not too far from here."

"Quite. Well then, lead onwards." Ronno gave the barest of nods before heading into the woods with the Prince right behind. Ronno kept his pace steady and calm, but he felt that worried tremor fluttering in his gut. It was a passing thing. Just nerves at being this close to fighting. He knew deep down that he could win against the older male. He was long past his prime, it was time for the next generation to take over. "So what did you do to my son?"

He'd been lost in his thoughts enough that he didn't catch the words right away. He angled his head and the Prince moved alongside him and repeated the question. "I beat him. Simple as that." Now that the Grand Buck was alongside him, he could compare their bodies. The buck was still larger than he was. Shoulders were broader and rippling with the thick muscles. He was a touch taller as well, and antlers were larger of course. Ronno rolled his own shoulders before squaring them up. Chest pushed out a bit more as he breathed out a low snort.

"Simple as that, hmm?" He flicked his tail thoughtfully. "It did look like he lost a rather intense fight. Which would explain the cuts and scraps covering his hide. It wouldn't explain the look in his eye. Or the panic he approached me with yesterday." His graceful neck arched as he scanned the woods, "How far are we going from my clearing?"

Ronno slowed a step as Prince confronted him about Bambi. His hoofsteps grew slower, almost hesitant, as he looked sidelong at the older male. "We're going up ahead. There's a level spot at the top of this hill that I'd like."

The Great Prince of the Forest paused and spoke over his shoulder. "What you did to my son, I will do to you twice over."

His voice was low and cold, sending a shiver racing down Ronno's spine and making his fur bristle with a deep, primal fear. "All I did was put Bambi in his proper place."

"Then the same will happen to you, Ronno." The graceful buck pushed through the brush, every bit as silent as a shadow. Sunlight broke through the treetops as he crested the hill to illuminate the buck. He stood at the top of the hill and turned his head slowly to glare down his muzzle at his challenger. He was every inch of the prime buck that he had been for many years. Looking at him like this, Ronno knew exactly why no one had dared to challenge Prince in the longest time. There was that primal ripple of fear that blended with the burning need to best this male.

KRAKOW!

Ronno nearly jumped out of his skin, legs buckling as he half prepared himself to run from the sound along. The Great Prince of the Forest gave a cry and came stumbling down the hill, eyes wide and rolling. After a few unsteady steps he started to bound with tail upright. He bolted past Ronno with an alarmed snort. Hooves danced lightly over the ground, barely leaving any marks on the turf as the male fled. Ronno twisted, ready to follow. A splash a deep red stood out deep green of a fern. The Hunter had managed to hit the Great Prince. Had it just been a graze or something more? There was no time to really think about that as he crashed through the woods. Hooves slammed into the ground, leaving firm marks, as he followed the Prince. Branches and brush slapped at his hide, snapping and ripping tufts of fur. Air burned at his lungs as near-panic lent his flight extra speed. Nostrils flared wide as he huffed. The scent of forest and the wounded Prince filled his nostrils. Hooves shoved into the soft ground as he twisted to follow that scent.

Hooves clattered off rocks as he scrambled down a steep embankment. The trail led him to a sheltered area by the river. Sandy on the bottom with rocks on most of the sides. Ferns over head screened the sun and blocked view from the outside. He paused for just a breathed of time, ears perking tall. He could hear labored breathing from the other side of the rocks and stilled. Ronno slowly nosed aside the ferns and stepped in.

The Great Prince of the Forest lay on his belly, head dipping with each labored breath. His pelt just behind his foreleg was matted and dark with blood. More of his lifeblood was seeping into the pristine sand underneath. An eye cracked open slowly and peered up at him, "Ronno," he wheezed, "bit of bad luck there." The older buck shifted to ease his pains. "Just need some time to rest. Not the first time I've felt that sting. Does will be safe enough. I trust you won't go around them until I recover and can accept your challenge properly." Prince stopped and swallowed, trying to keep himself quiet. "I'll recover given time and rest. The Hunter won't find me, gotten too good at hiding my trail."

The grand buck jerked as a hoof probed his wound, teeth gritting against the pain. "I'm sure he'll catch up with you eventually, Old buck." Ronno rolled his head and smirked down at his rival. "Especially since I left a nice clear trail for him." He pressed harder, grinding his hoof into the bullet wound.

"Why!?" gasped the buck, pained tears spilling across his cheek. He gasped for breath, nose almost touching the ground when Ronno stepped away from him. "How?"

Hooves scuffed on the sand. "Was just a matter of finding him. He seems to go to the same areas each season. Then just distract you with something and lead you to that area. How could that killer resist the best buck in the entire forest? As for the why?" He chuckled. Ronno dropped his full weight onto Prince's back, driving a pained grunt from the male. Lips pressed against Prince's ear so he could whisper, "Thought it was only fitting. Taken out by the same thing that took out your favorite doe." Prince snorted and jerked his head back. His head cracked off Ronno's nose, drawing a bleat from the male. Ronno's head reeled as the coppery scent of blood filled his nose. He snarled and dug his hoof into Prince's side, making the older buck gasp and nearly pass out from the pain. Teeth clamped down on his ear before Ronno snarled, "Look at you, bleeding all over and still trying to fight. That's the other reason, you wouldn't be able to handle losing. Not as Bambi did. He fought a little, but was easy enough to beat to the ground and turn into a sweet little doe." Hips shuffled from side to side, grinding his fat sheath against Prince's backside. "He'll just get sweeter over time. Not you though. No, even if I beat you normally we both know you'd be back in no time to challenge me again."

Prince looked over his shoulder and glared back at him with a huff. "Damn right I'd be back to fight you. No fawn should be forced to have such cowardly, wea....AHH!"

Another kick silenced him for the most part. "Strong blood you mean," Ronno snarled as he rocked his hips back. His tip slipped over Prince's backside before zeroing in on his pucker. "Strong enough to take down your prized Bambi and smart enough to trick you." He drove forward hard and fast, both bucks grunting as the cock pounded deep into the unprepared pucker. Prince clenched his jaws tight, holding back the yelp. He wasn't going to give Ronno the pleasure of hearing him cry out. His head was reeling and he was feeling really woozy, unable to focus as the male's groin slapped his backside.

Ronno shuffled his feet quickly, trying to find a good purchase in the sand. His balls, recharged from the previous fun of the night before, bounced off that tight buck ass. Oh this felt even better than when he took Bambi's ass the first time. Prince was so toned and fit, he could feel those heavy muscles shifting under him with each powerful slam. Low huffs came from Ronno as he fucked the male, matched by grumbling grunts from the older stag. His powerful body bounced off the stronger form underneath. Cock twitched and tensed as the rear clenched. He breathed out a neck arching. The rush of everything coming together as he hoped plus the adrenaline surge of the flight hit him harder than he thought.

Body jerked and a low cry came from the buck as his balls jumped. Thick cream blasted the Prince's insides. Ronno rocked his hips sharply as he drained his virile seed into the older male. Heavy sheath smashed almost flat against Prince's backside and jumping sac tapped against the buck's taint.

"That all you can do?" Prince wheezed out a laugh. He turned his head away slowly, "Those does are going to tear you apart if a newborn fawn stays in them longer."

Ronno shook his body out and stood up, staring down his muzzle at the older buck. He smirked to himself as his tail flicked behind him, "Oh I'd show you exactly what the does are in store for." His head angled just a little as his ear twitched. Prince stretched his neck and strained his ears as well, picking up the heavy crunch of something thudding through the forest. "But it seems as if someone would want to interrupt. I will leave you something special to remember me by though." Body heaved as he drove his full weight into a hard kick to that wound. The Great Prince heaved as a a cry was ripped from him as the sharp edge of the hoof spread his wound and dug into the tender flesh. Ronno stood over the male, giving his leg a slow twist before he pulled away and strode towards the entrance to their little shelter.

A hop took him most of the way across the river. He splashed through the water quickly before scrambling up through the thicker brush leading up the bank. A few bounds and a little scrambling and he was in the thicker parts of the wood. He froze and stopped before looking over his shoulder towards the river. Ears stood tall as he peered out from behind a tree. Ronno's heart pounded as he watched that alien shape come down the riverbank, following the trail he left behind. Worry made his heart pause as its head swung around and peered in his general direction. Could it smell him? He'd certainly left enough of his scent around there that it would be easy to follow him. He eased further behind the tree and watched with a nervous flutter in his stomach.

Nothing though. The Hunter turned and scanned the ground, finding the trial within mere seconds. He stepped forward and brushed aside the ferns before grunting something. If he strained his ears, he could just hear the Prince confront the forest's terror. "You will not hear me beg. I will meet you as I met all things in life. With grace and dignity..." The statement ended in a strangled, choking noise that bubbled up from the cover. Silence fell over the forest as the gurgling noise was punctuated by the crack of hooves on stone. The kicking became slower and the sound weaker before simply falling silent. Ronno found himself holding his breath as more grunts and growls came from the shelter he'd abandoned seconds before. Ferns shook and trembled before the Hunter heaved his body backwards from their screening growth. The rasp of sand scraping against something reached his ears as the beast hauled the Prince's body from the shelter. A gash nearly circled the Prince's neck, dark blood still draining from the wound. Tongue hung from the once proud buck's mouth as his eyes stared blankly ahead. Ronno watched as the creature set down a pack and began to dig through it for strange objects, lining them up on the soft sand next to the buck. Some sort of wound up vine, a metal circle with a hook, some sort of broad metal claw, other things he couldn't see. Even from that angle, he could see red staining the claw. The light glinting off it making his fur stand on end. He turned as the Hunter began to wind the strange vine around the Prince's hooves, leaving the once great buck to his demise.

The journey back to the clearing seemed to take most of what was left for the day even if it was only a matter of moments. All eyes turned towards him as he entered the clearing, dozens of wide eyes looking over him with insatiable curiosity. Heads dipped one at a time to see the blood on his leg before lifting his body and looking past him. One by one, each of them turned to look at him. One of the older does, Faline's mother in fact, took a step forward. "We heard thunder."

Ronno looked over them slowly, body poised in a pose he'd been practicing since he was a little fawn. He looked down his muzzle at the assembled does before locking eyes with Bambi. He let silence rein for several long seconds before uttering two simple words. "The Hunter."

Ronno spent the time solidifying his position as the new prime buck. The does had taken a couple days of convincing, but they came around to his way of seeing things before long. Most had been more than ready to seek out the protection offered by a young, obviously strong male. There had been a few that offered some protests and resistances. Especially to the way he treated Bambi. Their objections didn't last though. Not once he took them to the woods for some private little chats.

Seasons passed, snow came and went. He watched the does, his does, as their bellies grew with their fawns. He'd been with each of them while they were ready for a male. Doubtless some of the fawns might very well be the Prince's but enough of them would be his that it didn't matter. Let the once-Great Prince of the Forest have his pitiful little legacy they might offer him. The Prince had suffered enough as it was. He glanced over his shoulder and smirked as he strolled. Bambi was right behind him, as he usually was now a days, with his nose hovering just behind Ronno's fluffy white backside. "Do you know where I'm taking you?" Bambi's ears folded back against his head and shook slowly. He knew better than to talk without permission. That lesson had been drummed into his head enough for it to finally stick. "I have a very important thing to show you. Found it while walking my territory a couple days ago."

He slowed as he approached the edge of the forest. Well, it wasn't the edge, but the trees and brush suddenly ended. Cleared back away from a strange object. Its oddity is what drew him towards it first. Whatever it was, it made him think of a cave, but it was made of wood. Thick logs that looked like trees had simply fallen over and been cut down a little to make it. More chunks of wood covered openings, but one had been blown open by a storm they had. Some something weird covered the hole, a sheet of solid air, which he'd discovered by bouncing his nose off of the first time he saw it. Although it was what he saw beyond it that made him want to bring Bambi back here.

"Come up here," he said as he stepped to the side. "Press your nose to that." Bambi looked at him, but complied readily enough. Months of work had turned the once proud buck into a loyal little doe ready for a good ride at a moment's notice. He stepped past Ronno and did as he asked, looking sidelong at the other buck as he pressed his nose to the glass. Little puffs of fog appeared as the buck snorted quietly. "There's a good girl," Ronno teased. Even though it wasn't breeding season, hadn't been since the snows ran deep, Ronno still had the itch to pump his favorite doe full of cum on a regular basis. He heaved his body onto Bambi's back, haunches sinking just a fraction of an inch before legs stiffened to hold his weight. Ronno leaned forward and nudged his nose into Bambi's arched neck, the he-doe's nose not moving from the spot he'd planted it. His head craned a little as he tried to look at Ronno as the dominate male pressed his nose to where Bambi's antlers had been. "Now, look ahead and describe to me what you see."

A soft moan came from Bambi as Ronno's sheath tapped against his rear. Hips dropped a fraction of an inch and wiggled just so. Practice got him in position right in time for Ronno's first thrust, cock sinking deep into his ass. Eyes shot forward and peered through the strangely solid air. "I see something something made of wood and hide, long and low to the ground. Some sort of wood platform next to something made of dark material." His nose twitched, trying to bring him scents from inside the cabin. All he could smell was that strangely neutral and cool scent of the glass in front of him. Eyes scanned across the table and wood stove before dancing over the bed and up the wall. "There's something on the wall."

"What's up on the wall?" Ronno grunted as he hammered Bambi's backside. He could feel the male clenching and bucking back into him as he got worked up in return. Breath fogged on the glass as Bambi rocked back, his own cock spurting precum onto the ground.

He huffed, "I see a bear head up there." He recognized the bear, or at least thought he did. They all looked the same to him. Head rolled a little, "Another head. It looks like...like..." tears gathered as his eyes locked onto the cold stare of a familiar face. His father, or at least his father's head and neck, was affixed to a heavy wooden plaque and mounted to the wall above the bed. Cold, blank eyes stared down at him with a disapproving glint to them. Bambi blinked at the hot tears, trying to push them away as the thick lump reformed in his throat. He hadn't felt that in a long time now.

Tearing his eyes away from his father's mounted head, he tried to find something else in the wooden cavern to look at. In doing so, he locked eyes with another deer head mounted to the wall. This one was to the right and just below his father's. Smaller, lacking the antlers, this was obviously a doe. The blank eyes were lidded with a expression he'd have recognized anywhere. His mother's lifeless head stared down at him. Watching as he was bred by another buck. While he could avert his gaze from his father, there was no pulling his eyes away from that sorrowful expression frozen on his mother's face. Breath came in short gasps as Bambi's hips trembled and pushed back against Ronno without thought.

Nose squeaked on the glass as he dropped his head with a bleating cry as he spilled his worthless spunk all over the ground where it belonged. Tears carved new paths down his cheeks as Ronno's hooves hooked against his thighs and jerked him backwards sharply. A call came from the dominate male as he fired his load deep into his subservient little buck turned doe. He pressed deep and jerked his hips hard, letting Bambi feel those heavy balls jump as he pumped a couple days' worth of cum deep into him. Bambi held himself steady as a rock as the larger male rested his full weight on his back.

Lips brushed over his ear almost tenderly as Ronno breathed out the softest of murmurs, "Do you know why I brought you here to show you this?" Bambi shook his head slowly, lips clenched tight to hold back his quiet sobs. Ronno gave a slow thrust before drawing out. "Of course you don't, simple as you are." He slipped off Bambi's back and waited. Head hung low, the other male waited for a moment before turning slowly. His head ducked under Ronno's girth and ran over his sheath, cleaning him slowly. "Your father couldn't protect your mother from the Hunter. She was his favorite you know." A shudder rolled down his flank as he nearly purred from the gentle attention to his cock. "That's why he went out of his way to teach you what you did." Ronno snorted a laugh, "Lot of good it did you, hey? All that extra attention and you're still a little bitch." He braced a foot between Bambi's shoulder blades and arched as the tongue swept into his sheath to clean every last inch of his length. Bambi had plenty of practice doing that. He'd made his toy clean him up after every session he'd had with a doe. Was the closest he'd gotten to getting any of the doe estrus this season. Who knew, maybe next one he'd let Bambi have at one of the older or weaker does.

Maybe.

Ronno snorted and smirked down at Bambi." Look at what happened to her. Taken apart and her head put on display on a wall in some wood cave that the Hunter made to show off this stuff." His tongue ran over his lips as he dropped to all fours slowly and stepped away. Freed from his duties, Bambi stood there with his nose nearly touching the ground, not looking at Ronno. "And look at him. Up there on the wall right beside her." Tail danced slowly as Ronno leaned in and whispered. "He couldn't protect her, couldn't protect himself. And if you start up any trouble..." he trailed off and looked towards the window. "Well, you know your place by now don't you?"

Bambi worried his lip and swallowed around the lump in his throat, "Yes, Ronno."

"Where is it?"

"Under you, my buck. I am just a doe, made to be bred by you whenever you wish. It is only my dream that one day I'll be able to provide you with a strong fawn to carry on your legacy." Tongue rolled inside of his mouth to clean up the last traces of Ronno's cream that clung to the insides of his mouth. "Until then, I am just an outlet for you. My seed is worthless and only deserves to be spilled on the ground at your request."

Ronno gave Bambi's neck a nuzzle, "That's my good girl. Now come on. Let's go back to where the other does are waiting. I think that Faline is ready to drop my fawn any day now."

"Yes, sir."