doe

When Niles is invited out on a "hunting" expedition by his uncle, he has no idea that he's about to be introduced to a secret tradition long kept by the men of his family: the doe-hunt. To his amazement, the deer they capture is not a deer at all, but a mythical creature that is half deer and half woman - and she's in heat.

"Keep your eyes peeled, there, Niles," said Uncle Remy. "You won't wanna miss the doe."

"Look, I just don't know that I'm super into this kind of stuff," Niles muttered.

He was trying to be diplomatic. He knew he wasn't into hunting. He had nothing against spending time out in the woods, but the idea of shooting something--especially something as big as a deer--made him queasy.

When Uncle Remy had invited him on a hunting trip for his eighteenth birthday, Niles had given serious thought to playing sick to get out of it, but he knew his uncle would probably just re-schedule. Uncle Remy had been very invested in spending time together ever since Niles' father had passed.

And Niles did appreciate it--it was nice, having a close relationship with another guy in the family--but...why did it have to be hunting?

"Nahh," Uncle Remy said. "You just wait and see. You'll love it."

"I don't think I'm really into, like, the idea of killing an animal?"

He also wasn't super into anything else they'd done on the trip, which so far had consisted of: several hours crammed in the truck with Uncle Remy and Remy's son, Chad; sleeping on the cold, hard ground barely cushioned by a sleeping bag overnight; and now getting up at the crack of dawn to sit in a deer blind, which was apparently a fancy name for a treehouse.

"You won't have to kill anything," his uncle assured him. "This is doe-hunting, Niles. You'll see."

"Alright," Niles muttered, relieved that he at least wouldn't be expected to shoot the deer.

He put his binoculars back to his face at his uncle's urging and continued scanning the forest in the dim early morning light, looking for movement.

"Oh, there--wait..." he stopped, adjusting his binoculars and trying to get a better look as his uncle rushed to his side to look, too.

"Yeah-hah! There she is! Thatta boy!" Uncle Remy said, clapping him hard on the shoulder.

"No, Uncle Remy, I don't think that's a...deer..." Niles trailed off, peering through his binoculars in confusion.

The creature picking her way through the forest did, indeed, walk on four hooves, and her dappled, furred hide was unmistakably deer-like. But at the shoulders, where a deer's neck should be, the fur instead gave way to creamy skin and a lithe torso, topped with the undeniable curves of human shoulders and a cascade of chestnut-colored hair.

As she twisted in their direction, Niles got a glimpse of her human face--round cheeks flushed pink, lips red as if she'd been chewing them--and the welcoming curves of her exposed breasts.

"What the fuck is that?" Niles demanded.

"That's our doe," Uncle Remy said. "She's just about to trip the wire."

Niles watched in shock as the half-animal woman took a few more cautious steps forward along the game trail they'd identified earlier--and then her hoof caught on the trip-wire they'd set, triggering a weighted chain that tangled around her two front legs, yanking them together and then binding them.

She let out a very human-sounding scream of surprise and fear as she went down.

Uncle Remy immediately dropped down out of the blind, calling back, "C'mon, Niles! Get a move on!"

Niles followed, scrabbling down the ladder gracelessly and then hurtling through the trees after his uncle.

By the time he reached the trap, Uncle Remy was already there, crouching over the woman-creature and patting her furred flank as she stared up at him in wide-eyed trepidation. Her front legs shifted restlessly, dragging the chain and her hooves loudly across the dried leaves that littered the forest floor, and the deer-like ears peeking out from her long hair rotated in alarm.

"Settle down, girl," Uncle Remy said to her soothingly. To Niles, he said, "We have to make sure to keep her calm. If she panics and struggles, she might hurt herself."

"Um...okay," Niles said, stopping a short distance away when the deer-girl's wide, brown eyes turned on him. "What should I do?"

"You can come on over and touch her," Uncle Remy said, gesturing.

Niles took a couple of steps closer, then hesitated as her ears rotated again in response to the sound of his boots kicking through the leaves, her eyes round and nervous. "I think I'm scaring her?"

"That's because you're standing over her like that. She doesn't know what you're gonna do," Uncle Remy said. "They have their own language, they don't speak any English. Come on over and touch her, so she knows you're gentle."

Niles slowly walked closer, then crouched down, following his uncle's example, and started to pet her further up, on her shoulder. "Oh. She's...really soft."

"Mm. Softer'n a real deer, and cleaner," his uncle assured him.

Niles had to take his uncle's word for it; he'd never been this close to a real deer. "What, uh, what is she?"

"I'd just call her a doe," Uncle Remy said, shrugging. "Your dad used to call 'em the deer women."

"Are there...deer men?"

"Sure are. We'll have to make sure none show up looking for her." Uncle Remy patted her flank, then nodded towards her face; the deer girl's eyes were no longer wide with fright, but rather hazy, making her look almost feverish with the pink flush on her cheeks. "She's in season. A buck'll happily gore us for the chance to mate with her."

"She's--what?" Niles yelped, a flush coming to his face as well as he understood what his uncle was saying. "Like--like she's--?"

"In heat. She wouldn't want to be touched like this otherwise. Watch," Uncle Remy said, then dug his fingers deeper into her fur, rubbing vigorously like he was petting a dog.

The deer-girl's lips parted on a gasp and her eyes slid partway shut, and then she shuddered and let out a quiet cry of unmistakable desire. One of her hands bunched fitfully in the leaves, then went up to rub at her own breast as her exposed nipples peaked.

Niles stared, then looked away, dragging his eyes from her heaving human breasts down to her heaving deer-flank. He wanted to adjust his pants, but he didn't want to draw attention to what was happening in them. "That's--I--I don't understand--what are we gonna do with her?"

"Bring her back to camp. Show her a good time," Uncle Remy said. "They're only in heat for a few days a year, but once a buck finds her, he'll mount her over and over during that period. She'll be more'n happy to take all three of us--you, me, and Chad--as many times as we want until she's out of her heat."

"You mean..." Niles glanced down towards the other end of the deer-girl, where her tail was flipped up over her haunches.

Uncle Remy laughed. "Yeah. Now you're starting to get it, eh? You want to give her a go now? She'll come with us easier once she knows what's up, she'll want to stick close to whoever's mounting her."

"I..." Niles hesitated. He felt like there were objections he should be making, but when he looked for the words, his mind was unhelpfully blank. His cock, though, was happy to give its thoughts on the situation, getting so hard now that he couldn't reasonably hide it even in the loose cargo pants he was wearing. His uncle gave the bulge at his crotch a knowing look, and Niles flushed. "She--she really won't, like...mind? I don't want to...if it's gonna hurt her or anything..."

"Look at her, kid," Uncle Remy said, and after a moment of hesitation, Niles did. The deer-girl's face was fully flushed now, her eyes glazed with an unmistakeable expression of lust. Her fingers plucked lightly at one of her nipples, and she bit down on her lower lip, illustrating why her lips were so red.

"She looks drugged."

"I guess you could say that. Drugged by her own biology," said Uncle Remy. "This is natural for her. We won't be doing her any harm, except that we can't knock her up, which just means she'll have another shot next year. Honestly, she might not be drawing in any bucks anyway--she looks around your age, so this is probably her first heat. I've only ever seen the bucks chasing the more mature does. She'll just be wandering around alone without us, without anyone to tend to her. Ain't that a sad thought?"

That was enough to convince Niles. "Okay. I'll--yeah. Okay. What should I...?"

Uncle Remy grinned at him, clearly not fooled by his eagerness. "Well, go around to her business end, there. It'll be a little awkward with her on her side like this, but I don't dare untie her until she's fixed to go with us."

Niles moved around to kneel behind the deer-woman, and immediately found himself flushing again at the sight. Her tail was lifted high to expose her fluttering pink vulva. When he placed a hand cautiously on her rump, her hole clenched, dribbling fluid onto her fur, and then gaped open again, as if begging for his cock.

"Okay," he said, not sure now if he was talking to his uncle still or if he was trying to reassure the needy deer-woman. He fumbled at his pants for a moment before he managed to get the button and zipper undone, and then fumbled again to find the best way to get his pants and underwear out of the way.

"Just drop 'em," his uncle advised. "She ain't some high-class lady, you don't have to worry about impressing her. She just needs a cock in that hole."

"Shut up," Niles muttered, but he did, indeed, end up just shoving his waistband awkwardly down to his knees as his uncle chuckled. Then he shuffled forward and hesitated, eyeing the way her slit was lying nearly parallel to the ground because of her position on her side. "So I just...like this? Should I..."

"Just the way you are is fine. Like I said, it's an awkward angle, but it'll be fine. The bucks can be real violent with a doe in heat and aren't too patient about getting in the right position, so she's made to take it--nothing you're gonna do can hurt her any."

"Okay," Niles said, and took a breath, then shuffled forward again and pressed the head of his cock against the deer-girl's open sex. She immediately clenched again, her gaping cunny practically sucking on him, and he groaned. "Oh, fuck. Okay--okay, hold on, just--" he rocked his hips, pressing into her carefully at first, then more quickly as he found his way inside her body.

The doe let out a quiet cry, and Niles looked up quickly, but it was clear from the look on her face that she wasn't complaining. She looked lost in pleasure, her eyelids fluttering as she clenched around him.

Niles groaned quietly at the sight and the sensation, and slid the rest of the way into her, unable to wait any longer. "Fu-u-uck. That's...God. She's so wet..."

"Yeah. This your first time inside a woman?" Uncle Remy asked, and Niles glared at him. Uncle Remy chuckled. "Thought so. Might be her first time, too, huh? Isn't that sweet? Go ahead and give her what she's lookin' for, then."

Niles didn't need any more encouragement. He bent forward a bit to brace himself on the doe's furred haunch and started to rock his hips, drawing only partway out before fucking back into her, lost in the hot glide and ripple of her muscles around his aching cock. Soon, he was breathing hard, pleasure buzzing like electricity at the base of his spine. The doe uttered another quiet little noise of pleasure and Niles gasped.

"How do I--I'm gonna come, should I--"

"Go ahead and finish in her."

"But--how do I make her...?"

"Don't worry about that. I'll show you later," said his uncle. "Just worry about yourself for now."

Niles wanted to argue, because that sounded really selfish, but in a practical sense, he wasn't going to hold out long enough to make his point anyway; his balls were already drawing up, his body eager for its first opportunity to finish inside of another.

"Okay--yeah--yeah--" he gasped, his hips rocking faster. The deer-woman whined and clenched on him, and he shot over the edge, his hips continuing to pump as his cock thickened and then emptied itself inside her in long, satisfying pulses. Niles made a scrambled noise that might have started as a word but ended as a groan of pleasure, his thighs shaking from the strength of his orgasm.

It was a few long seconds before Niles finally pulled out, breathing hard. He was hit all at once with the acute embarrassment of having not only had an orgasm in front of his uncle, but having lost his virginity--to a half-deer woman--with an audience. He cleared his throat and tugged up his pants quickly, not bothering to pick out the leaves that had collected in them while he was shuffling around on the ground, in a hurry to get himself back to rights.

"Settle down, there, no need to bend yourself out of shape," Uncle Remy chuckled. "I had my first time with a doe, too, you know--in front of your dad and our grandad. It's a family tradition, nothing to be ashamed of. You did fine."

"I..." Niles hesitated, glancing up at the flushed, needy face of the deer-girl. She gazed back at him, her eyes dark and wanting. "But she didn't...you know..."

"I told you not to worry about that. She doesn't expect an orgasm every time she's mounted," Uncle Remy said.

He started to unwind the chain from around her front legs as he spoke; the deer-girl remained passive and calm, allowing him to manipulate and tug her hooves as necessary.

"From what I've seen, when they're with a buck, the does usually only get theirs towards the end of the heat, when he's really goin' at her. She's got a clit down there, but it's a bit hard to find, and the bucks don't ever bother with it--they just get into a hard, rough fuck at the end, when they're so spent that they need to work harder to finish, and eventually the doe'll come from that, if she's lucky. They don't always get lucky." He shrugged. "We'll be nice to her, though. We'll make sure to finish her off before we let her go."

"But...why not now, too?"

"It'll end her heat early. It's tough to catch a second one, so we gotta make her last for a bit if we want to have some fun."

Uncle Remy stood up, and gestured for Niles to stand as well; once they were both on their feet, the doe scrambled clumsily, then finally got her hooves under her and crowded close to them, peering wide-eyed between them.

Uncle Remy grinned and reached up to pass a hand between her human shoulders, tugging gently on her hair, and she gasped quietly and leaned into him. "See? She's not lookin' too upset, is she? You have to remember, she's not a human girl. She's got different expectations."

Niles couldn't argue with that. He followed Uncle Remy and their captured doe back to camp.

***

Once they reached camp, Uncle Remy let the doe-girl wander freely while he brought out some nylon ropes and an assembly of leather straps from a special pack. She walked around, peering curiously at their tent and fire, and then walked up to Niles' cousin Chad, who didn't look shocked at all by her presence.

"You guys found a cute one," Chad said, reaching up to tweak her nose. She huffed and took a step back, then blinked at him almost coyly, sidling to the side. "Anyone fuck her yet?"

"Niles spotted her, so he got first go," Uncle Remy said. "You can get on her now, if you can get her into position. It'll make it easier to secure her."

"Yeah, alright." Chad reached right out and put a hand on one of her tits, squeezing, and she huffed again but didn't pull away. "Come on, cutie." He tweaked her nipple, making a visible shudder go through her, and then put his hand up on her shoulder. "Come with me."

He led her over to a large, healthy tree--Niles remembered that Uncle Remy had picked the tree out as a good spot to camp; Niles hadn't asked why at the time--and, through a series of coaxing words and gentle pushes, and finally with miming sitting down himself, he convinced the deer girl to lower herself down to the ground. Not on her side, like when she'd been trapped by the chain, but on her stomach, her hooves folded neatly to either side.

"Good girl," Chad said, patting her, and then he stood. She tried to stand up, too, mimicking him, and he laughed and pushed on her until she got the message and stayed down.

When he circled around behind her, she looked back at him hopefully, her tail lifting from its horizontal position up straight in the air again.

Chad patted her on the rump as he knelt down behind her. "Yeah, I know. You want it, huh?"

A minute later, Chad was fucking the whimpering deer-girl, and Niles was trying to decide where to look. He'd never had an especially strong desire to see his older cousin sweating and grunting over a conquest, but every time he turned his face away, the little begging cries from the doe made him look back again, entranced by the open, gaping pant of her mouth and the way her breasts swayed slightly with the rhythm of Chad's thrusts.

Uncle Remy came up beside him and tapped him on the shoulder, making him jump. "Come help me harness her while Chad's got her distracted."

"Uh. Okay."

Niles wasn't too much help with the harnessing; he had no idea what he was doing in the first place, and it wasn't easy to focus on figuring it out when he was standing right next to Chad coupling the enthusiastic deer girl. His cock was still pretty spent from earlier, but it made a valiant attempt to engage again, twitching limply against one of the dry leaves that had gotten caught in his underwear.

Luckily, all that was needed of him was to hold various straps into place as ordered, while Uncle Remy did the actual looping and buckling. The leather harness went around the deer-girl's body in three places--one loop in front of her haunches, one just behind her forelegs, and one around the base of her human torso--with straps along her back and underneath her to keep the loops attached to each other. There were bells along the front of it, which Niles jingled curiously.

"This used to be an old pony harness," Uncle Remy explained. "Fitted it up for does. I left the bells on because it's cute when they start to jingle--she'll be makin' more noise in the next day or so, as her heat gets deeper."

He used the rope to secure the harness to the tree. Niles watched uneasily.

"I thought you said she'd want to stay with us?"

"She does," his uncle said, nodding towards the expression of peaceful pleasure on her face as Chad continued to thrust into her. "But she'll get restless, too, and we don't want her wanderin' away where she might get found by a buck--or other hunters. We're not the only ones out here in the spring. And once she gets good and needy, she might try to rub off on a tree or something, and then we'd be rinsing bark off of her before you want to stick your dick in that. It's a real hassle."

"Gonna finish," Chad grunted, humping faster into her and then groaning loudly as he spilled. The deer-girl moaned in response, shuddering, her tail flicking in the air, and then she started to chew her lip again as Chad pulled out of her, making a discontent little noise.

"You want more, sweetheart?" Uncle Remy said. "Don't worry, there's three of us. I'll show these kids what you like, huh?"

He urged her up to her feet then, adjusting the height of the rope to allow her to stand, and stood behind her.

"Watch this," he said to Niles. "You, too, Chad, you didn't pick it up so good last year. This is how the does like it best, and this is what we'll do with her at the end when we're ready for her to finish. For now, I'm just gonna get her good and randy, so she'll be properly warmed up. He undid his pants then and pressed into her, standing behind her. The doe immediately whined quietly, one of her hooves pawing at the forest floor, her eyes sliding half-shut.

As Uncle Remy drew out and thrust in again, he reached out with his hands and dug his fingers into the fur of her back, dragging his fingers along hard enough to leave her fur mussed in ruts.

"Ah!" the doe cried, her tone shocked and wanting at the same time, her hands grabbing at the tree as she spread her back hooves to brace herself. "Ahh--mm--!"

Uncle Remy grunted and then smirked. "That's it. Christ, she's really goin' now. Her body gets real tight when you scratch at her like this--feels like a buck's hooves to her. If you do it right--" he dug his fingers in and dragged them up again, and the doe squealed and then fell forward onto her knees, her front hooves folding under her while her hindquarters remained braced in the air. "Yeah, that's it. This is the angle she really wants, only way to make her come."

"The one we had last year didn't go down like that, and she came anyway," Chad argued.

"Yeah, because I got under her and rubbed her clit for you. That's cheating," Uncle Remy snorted.

As he began thrusting again, the deer-woman let out another shocked-sounding cry of pleasure, both sets of ribs expanding and shuddering with how hard she was breathing.

Uncle Remy laughed. "This is her first season for sure. Or maybe her second, if she was unlucky and didn't get bred at all last year. Sounds like she's never been fucked this way before."

Uncle Remy continued thrusting away inside her for several minutes, sometimes digging his fingers into her fur, other times just resting his hands on her haunches. The doe's wails increased in volume as he went, her face screwing up into a flushed mask of pleasure that was more honest than anything Niles had seen in the porn videos he'd found online.

When Uncle Remy finally finished in her and then pulled out, the doe stayed in that position for a long moment, breathing heavily, her tail flagging in the air, like she was waiting for someone else to come and take a turn.

Uncle Remy patted her on the haunch. "Yeah, I know. You like that, huh? You'll get some more, just be patient."

The deer-girl turned her head to stare at him fuzzily, then finally said something that sounded almost like a word, though midway-through it turned into a sort of low whistling noise in her nose.

"Do you know what she's saying?" Niles asked.

His uncle shrugged. "Not really. I recognize that one, though. They say it a lot when they're in heat. I figure she's probably asking for more."

The doe blinked, looking between them, then repeated the sound once, and again, each time a bit louder, the whistling becoming more of an animal call that carried and bounced through the trees.

"Shit. If she gets too loud, she'll call a buck," Uncle Remy said. "Niles, you up to give her another round?"

There was no point in denying it. The sounds that the doe had made, the expression of desperate ecstasy on her face as Uncle Remy had given her a good pounding, had left Niles hard again. "Y-yeah. I guess I can."

"You wanna give her mouth a spin?"

"What?" Niles demanded, eyeing the trembling deer-woman. "I...I don't think that's what she wants?"

His uncle shrugged. "It'll keep her quiet just as well. She won't be too professional, but I bet you don't have a lot to compare it to, am I right?" The doe called out again, with that loud whistle, her tail flicking in the air, and Uncle Remy gestured. "Hurry up."

Niles allowed himself to be guided around to the front of the doe. With her already down on her knees, her face was at a height with Niles' cock.

He unzipped his pants, then hesitated, worried about the mechanics of forcing his cock into her mouth when she would clearly rather be fucked. "What if she--ohGod!" Before he could finish his question, she had shoved her face forward into his crotch, nuzzling and inhaling deeply like she was taking in his scent.

Uncle Remy laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "See? You'll probably have to show her the idea, but she won't mind. They love the smell and the taste when they're in heat."

"F-f-fuck," Niles stuttered as she mouthed at his balls tenderly. He suddenly very glad that he'd already gotten off earlier, because he was sure otherwise that he would've embarrassed himself already and shot all over the poor deer-woman's face.

It did take a little time--and a little help from Uncle Remy--but eventually the doe got the idea, slurping and sucking messily at Niles' cock. He lasted for several long, unbelievable minutes, thanks to having already come so hard earlier, but that just meant the pleasure had even more time to build up. He had to bite down on the side of his hand to keep from screaming when his orgasm finally rolled over him.

In the meantime, Uncle Remy had dug out a beer bottle from their recycling bag and rinsed it out thoroughly.

"This is how you keep 'em quiet between fucks," Uncle Remy said. "Come take a look."

Niles stumbled over, trying not to look as unsteady on his feet as he felt after his first blowjob. Uncle Remy crouched down--the doe had lain down properly at some point while sucking on Niles, and her hindquarters were on the ground again--and pressed the neck of the beer bottle against her fluttering entrance.

"That's--isn't that dangerous?" Niles demanded.

Uncle Remy shrugged. "She can't come with this, unless we really go to town on her clit, so there's no risk of it breaking inside her. Should be fine." He pressed the bottle in slowly, spinning and working it with his hand; the doe made a quiet, pleased noise and shifted her hooves like she was going to try and lift her hindquarters up off the ground again, but she settled when Uncle Remy put a hand on her haunch and patted her. "Just stay right there, darlin', you're fine."

"Mm, mmm," she whimpered in response.

When he stopped, the last half inch or so of the bottle stuck out of her. Her cunt pulsed and flexed around it in a little spasm when he gave her another pat. "There. Now she feels filled up, so she won't get lonely and start callin' for attention."

True to his word, the doe stopped her whistle-call after that. She whimpered and whined, and occasionally put her back hooves under herself to lift her hind up in the air as if trying to entice the bottle to actively fuck her; but otherwise she was quiet, sometimes watching them with a vague confusion and other times closing her eyes like she was resting.

When they ate dinner, Chad brought her over a share of the beans and rice. She watched him, and then clumsily copied how he ate with the spoon. She drank the water that Uncle Remy brought her, too.

Then Chad pulled out the bottle and fucked her again. She made surprised squealing sounds, as if she'd already forgotten what it felt like to have something thrusting inside her instead of just filling her up--until Uncle Remy got in front of her and quieted her by feeding his cock into her mouth. She accepted him readily, though she seemed like a much less active participant with Chad distracting her from behind. The bells on the harness jingled in time with her movements.

Chad finished first, groaning and rubbing her haunches affectionately as he spilled inside her, and then he shoved the bottle back inside once he pulled out. She sucked more eagerly on Uncle Remy then, judging by the sounds he made and the quiet words of praise he gave her; when he thrust a final time and came down her throat, Niles could see her cunt spasming around the bottle, leaking a bit of Chad's seed.

After that, they went to bed.

"If you want to use her in the night, feel free," Uncle Remy informed Niles and Chad both. "Her heat'll be getting more intense over the hours, so she'll appreciate it. Just remember to stick the bottle back in after, to keep her quiet."

They both agreed, and then laid down in their sleeping bags. Niles thought he'd have trouble falling asleep, after everything that had happened that day, but coming twice in one day had him more wiped than he realized, and he passed out almost immediately.

***

Niles woke in the night to the sound of a low, mournful whimpering and a faint jingling.

It took some time for him to orient himself, staring up in confusion at the stars that were visible beyond the trees above them. Then he remembered: the hunting trip. The deer-girl.

He flipped on a flashlight and looked around.

He wasn't surprised to see her awake. She had one hand at her breast, toying lightly with her nipple. Her eyes were big and glassy, the pupils wide in the darkness. Her hooves shifted restlessly on the ground.

Niles was abashed to realize his cock was already getting hard again, but...the idea of having a chance to use her in the privacy of darkness, without his uncle and his cousin as an audience, was alluring.

And there was no way he was going to get back to sleep, lying there and listening to her whimper, his cock throbbing with interest.

Niles slid out of his sleeping bag and tip-toed his way across the camp. The deer-girl watched him approach, her ears swiveling back and forth each time he scuffed a rock or crunched a leaf underfoot, her whimpering growing more pronounced and eager the closer he came.

He paused for a moment when the light picked out something shining in the leaves she was bedded down in. When he stooped down and dug it out, worried that it might be a scrap of glass or metal that could hurt her, he found one of the bells; it must have fallen off the harness. He slipped it into his pocket, then circled around behind her.

The visible ripples of her cunt around the bottle inserted into it were stunning. Her muscles moved and pulsed as if she were trying to suck it deeper. The idea of her body grasping around him like that...

Niles bit his lip and adjusted his pants around his growing erection, then reached out a hand to pet the furred flank in front of him.

The deer woman shuddered, her sides heaving, and her tail flipped upwards to expose herself thoroughly.

"You must be feeling pretty neglected, huh?" he whispered, digging his fingers in and scratching under the fur like he would with his dog. The deer-woman reacted strongly to this, her hooves scrabbling a bit in the dirt before settling into a braced position, her rear end pushed up into the air as she let out little begging whining noises. "Okay, okay."

He pulled the bottle out and set it aside on a stump. It was dripping wet, some of her fluids even collected inside through the opening. Her whimpers immediately took an upward pitch as soon as her cunt was empty.

"Shh, shh," he assured her, scratching her under her fur again; she looked back at him and said something in that nasal, half-animal language, some kind of question. "It's alright, I'm going to give you what you want."

After an awkward fumble with his pants and the waistband of his underwear, he got his cock free and then--alarmed by how loud her demanding cries were becoming--immediately slid into her waiting sex.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned as the tight, shuddering heat of her body wrapped around him. The long moan she issued echoed his tone. "You're so--Christ..."

Niles leaned forward and pressed in with his hips until he was sunk fully into her, his balls tapping against the fur that enveloped the rest of her slit. She shuddered, and he remembered Uncle Remy mentioning that she did have a clit, somewhere up in there, just like a human woman.

He rocked his hips a few times, barely pulling out, just enjoying the burning heat of her body in contrast with the cool night air on his skin. Each time his balls tapped into her, she shuddered again, tensing, until she let out one long, whimpering groan and her cunt pulsed a few times around him.

"Oh," Niles groaned at the feeling, the muscles coiling and shuddering around him, massaging his hard cock. He shoved all the way in, grinding into her, until the pulsing movements slowed to a stop; then, experimentally, he dug his fingers into her haunches, scratching her again.

"Mm-nnnnnhhh," she whined emphatically, the sound ending on a long, nasal whistle, as her cunt clenched around him hard and then pulsed again, her eyes sliding half-shut. Her fingers had abandoned her nipples, just bracing against the ground and against the tree now.

"You like that, right? Or...Uncle Remy said..." Niles swallowed and moved his hands up onto her back, raking his fingers through the fur there.

She let out a rough braying sound, her voice cracking, and clenched down around Niles in quick, needy flutters, her tail lifting even higher and her hooves grating through the dirt. When he did it a second time, the contractions were even more powerful, squeezing down on him and working his cock so nicely that he lost his breath.

"Shh," he tried to quiet her as he raked his nails up her back again, afraid that her noisy cries might disturb his uncle or cousin, though there was nothing to be done about the gentle rain of bell-chimes that followed her every movement. "Shh, shh--oh, fuck, that's good..."

"Hah. Knew you'd be a natural, boy," Uncle Remy muttered from his sleeping bag. Niles nearly jumped out of his skin. "No, no, don't stop on my account. You got a good handle on her. Roughin' her up like that...look at her. You got her right on the edge, she's really feelin' it."

"Yeah," Niles gasped, because he could tell just how much the doe was feeling it from the way her body clutched and jerked under him. "Fuck." His balls started to draw up, heavy and eager, and he gave in to the urges rising in him and started to fuck into her hard and fast, digging his nails into her fur to brace himself.

The deer woman made strained, urgent sounds under him, little whimpering cries on each exhale as she panted fast in time with his thrusts.

The sounds drove Niles crazy, and he came hard and fast, groaning and grinding hard into the pulsing heat of her body as his climax washed over him. She kept on whimpering and panting through his orgasm, her cunt twitching around him in tight little lurches in time with her quick breathing.

He lingered inside her for a minute, leaning on her while he waited to get the strength back in his legs, letting her body massage him through the aftershocks.

When he pulled out, she gasped, then went back to panting and whimpering, hooves still digging into the dirt, hands braced against the tree. When Niles looked her over with his flashlight, her eyes were wide and dark and staring with desperation, her cunt visibly pulsing as it leaked a streak of fluids down her fur.

"You really got her goin' there," Uncle Remy said approvingly. "She's in the heat proper now--she'll be like this until we finish her."

"She looks like she's suffering," Niles said, guilt creeping up, but Uncle Remy shook his head.

"They're made for this, remember. A buck might keep her in this state for days, and then lose interest and wander off and just leave her like this. We'll take good care of her. No, don't bother with that," he added as Niles reached for the bottle. "I'm ready to have a go at her myself."

So Niles wandered back to his sleeping bag. The doe whined loudly as Uncle Remy took his place and slid into her, and then went back to her urgent panting and whimpering as Uncle Remy patted her haunches and spoke to her in a gentle, soothing voice.

Niles expected to lie there, awake, awkwardly trying to ignore the groaning and jingling sounds of his uncle coupling with the creature, but he was so worn out from the strength of his orgasm that he fell asleep again almost as soon as he lay down.

***

Niles woke to the sound of the deer woman whimpering again, accompanied by quiet cursing from his cousin Chad.

The sun had started to rise, illuminating the forest in a cool, early dawn light that gave him a good view of the woman's face, pitched into a flushed mask of hedonistic, desperate need as Chad pumped away at her cunt in steady thrusts. Her hands clutched so tightly at the tree she was bracing herself against that the muscles of her arms quivered. The bells on her harness chimed.

When Chad finished and pulled out, the deer woman grimaced, as if it pained her to have her cunt empty. Her expression eased when he filled her with the beer bottle again, though her heavy, staccato breathing and whimpering went on.

Later, after they ate breakfast--oatmeal and sausages cooked over the fire--Niles went to bring some to the deer woman.

Uncle Remy stopped him. "She won't eat now, Niles. She only wants one thing in her condition."

After saying so, Uncle Remy went and pulled the bottle out of her. Instead of going straight in and fucking her, he pressed three of his fingers into her cunt, massaging and pumping them in and out of her steadily as she whined enthusiastically, her tail quivering and flicking in the air.

"Good'n wet," he commented. "We got another three hours before we need to pack up and head out. She should last just fine until then."

"It'll take three hours just for me to get it up again," Chad said, with a tone of deep satisfaction. "Hey, she's a lot cuter than last year's, huh? You ever think about taking one of them home, Dad?"

Uncle Remy snorted. "And do what with her? Keep her in the house like a pet? She's part wild animal, Chad. Besides, it's only a few days out of the year that she wants to have anything to do with men of any species." He pulled his fingers out of her with a wet sound. "No, she belongs out here."

"What do they do the rest of the year?" Chad asked. "They don't fuck at all?"

"No. They're busy," Uncle Remy said, unzipping his pants and taking his half-hard cock in hand. "They've got fawns to raise, have to watch out for mountain lions and bears. Too busy surviving to fuck. They hold onto all that sexual energy until they're in season, and let it loose all at once. Look at her, you can see it on her face--this is her satisfaction for the year. She won't get another chance for twelve months. She's lucky we're here to show her a good time, not some buck her own age who might not even think of a doe as anything other than a walking cunt to be mounted a couple of times and then abandoned."

"I don't believe it," Chad decided. "No way they just go all year without getting off. I bet they meet up with the other does and finger each other--lesbian shit."

"Don't know how I raised such an idiot. They're not human women, boy, they work different. Now shut up, I'm fuckin' busy," Uncle Remy said, then groaned in satisfaction as he pushed into the deer woman, making her bleat out a loud, warbling cry of desperate pleasure.

The next few hours passed in a lazy drag. They all took their turns fucking the deer woman, even Chad, despite his statement about needing three hours to recover.

In between, while they took their breaks, they kept her occupied in other ways. Niles found he really enjoyed fingering her; the hot, tight clutch of her body, the intimate little cries she uttered, were all very pleasant, even when he was too worn out to get hard.

He also spent some time playing with her nipples, pinching them between his fingers and then sucking on them while Uncle Remy was taking another turn at her cunny, and that really drove her nuts.

By the time Uncle Remy finished in her, she was wheezing breathlessly, mouth hanging open, her eyes practically bugging out of her head as every muscle in her body strained and trembled. When Uncle Remy pulled out, she whipped her head around to stare at him, twitching and scraping her hooves in the dirt, her hand tightening fitfully on Niles' shoulder as Niles dragged his tongue over the soft nipple in his mouth.

"Enough of that," Uncle Remy said, and Niles reluctantly gave her a final nip and then let go of her breast. "She's about ready to pop, and it'll be time for us to pack up soon. You want to finish her, Niles? "Me?" Niles squawked, startled.

"Who else? I'm tuckered out, and your cousin ain't gonna be good for it," he said, nodding towards Chad, who had flopped down on his sleeping bag for a nap after his last round and was snoring loudly.

"I--but I don't know how."

"Come here, I'll show you," Uncle Remy said.

Niles went.

"She'll need it hard and fast to finish, and for a good while. To be safe, it's a good idea to start warming her up with your hand first," Uncle Remy said. "Faster than that. Hard. Like you're really tryn'a drill her."

Niles, who had started out just fingering her the way he had before, started to thrust his hand more firmly, plunging his fingers in and out. He winced a little at the sloppy sound it made, but the deer woman uttered a hopeful gasping noise, her flanks shuddering.

"That's better, but keep going. Good and hard," Uncle Remy coached. "She's made to go off in the final fuck, when the buck's almost too worn out to finish again but he's still got the instinctual drive to seed her one more time. Think about the violence of a frustrated wild animal. That's what she wants."

"Violence?" Niles asked, and Uncle Remy nodded, so--with some trepidation--he started to work his hand harder, jerking his fingers roughly inside her with enough speed and force to rock her body and make the bells ring.

"Ah, ah, ah," the deer woman started to cry out, her hooves working in the dirt. She lifted her hindquarters and pressed her forelegs down into the dirt. "Ah, ah!"

"That's it. Exactly like that. Now go in with your cock the same way, when you're ready."

Niles bit his lip and nodded. He kept working her cunt over with his fingers as he used his other hand to unzip his pants, tugging at his cock to get it ready. It took some time to get his tired body to rise to the occasion, and by the time it had, the deer woman seemed truly desperate; she was practically folded up with how firmly she was trying to present her hindquarters to him, her fingernails scrabbling at the bark of the tree, her cunny flexing and pulsing powerfully around his fingers.

"That's it. Good girl. She's ready, she's ready for you," Uncle Remy advised, and Niles pulled his fingers free and plunged his cock in.

For a second, he forgot what he was supposed to be doing; the tight ripple of the doe's body was so fantastic, he just stood there, pressed deep inside her, feeling her clench around him.

"Hnn, hnnnnnn," the doe whimpered, and then she bleated a slurred word in her language, tense and quivering.

"Go on, boy, give her what she's asking for," Uncle Remy encouraged, and Niles started to thrust. "Harder. Harder, Niles, like with your fingers, and start raking at her back."

Niles picked up the pace, until he was fucking rough and fast into the doe, and dug his fingernails into her fur the way Uncle Remy had demonstrated before.

"Ah-ah-ah!" the doe cried, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Ah--ah--!"

"That's it. You got it," Uncle Remy said. He put a hand on her furred spine and stroked roughly back and forth, adding to Niles' scratching. "Can you feel it coming?"

"Yeah," Niles gasped, because he could; he could feel all the muscles around his cock coiling up, the tension gathering. "Fuck. Should I--harder--?"

"Do it. Give it to her," Uncle Remy commanded.

Niles gripped hard at the deer woman's rump, digging his fingernails under her fur and into her skin as he slammed into her at a furious pace.

Her cries faded off as she seemed to struggle to breathe around the pleasure mounting in her body, mouth gaping open as she gasped shallowly for air, staring sightlessly up at the tree branches overhead. Her body hitched fitfully around him, and he could tell that she was right on the edge of orgasm.

But so was Niles. Even with how many times he'd come over the last twenty-four hours, his body was eager to finish again, his balls beginning to throb with the strain of holding back, but she wasn't there yet. She needed more.

He imagined how a buck would do it: a wild creature of her own species, half-man, half-deer, roaring with testosterone and desperate to wring one last batch of seed from his overworked testicles, to finish claiming his conquest of the year. He imagined the virility, the violence.

"Pull her hair," he blurted suddenly.

"What are you on about?" Uncle Remy demanded.

"The bucks--they have their hooves on her back, but what would they do with their hands? He'd pull her hair, wouldn't he?" Niles demanded. "I can't reach, so you gotta do it--hurry up, I'm gonna fucking come--"

An expression of startled understanding dawned over Uncle Remy's face, and then he reached over and grabbed the deer woman's long hair, looping it around his hand and yanking hard enough to pull her head back.

She screamed, and she came.

Niles followed her immediately, the thunderous, vise-like squeezing of her cunt dragging him over the edge. He grit his teeth and kept on fucking her through it, even as his twitching, spilling cock almost immediately became overstimulated by the vigorous thrust and drag.

Her loud scream became a series of bawling sobs as she went on coming, her hooves dragging through the dirt. Tears streamed down her face, which was fixed in an expression of overwhelming relief.

When Niles couldn't stand it anymore, he pulled his stinging, numb, spent cock out of her but immediately replaced it with his fingers, working her hard and fast. She hiccoughed and brayed and then gushed a small flood of liquid over his hand as her body caught around his fingers and then went on shuddering with the violence of the tremendous orgasm that had her in its grip.

"Good girl," Uncle Remy said, and whistled. "God-damn, look at her go off. You did her right, Niles. You got a natural talent with her." He let go of her hair and stroked her back more gently, and she hunched forward, bracing her face and her shoulders against the tree. "How long can you keep her going for, you think?"

"Dunno," Niles grunted. The rhythm of her orgasm was gradually changing, the clench and release of her cunt around his fingers getting more spaced out, not clutching as hard as her muscles wore out. Her sobs quieted to wheezing gasps. She was definitely still coming, though, so he kept going, even as his arm started to tire.

"Here, let me take over," Uncle Remy offered, walking around to stand next to him. Niles nodded gratefully, and they switched off, the doe twitching and drooling as Uncle Remy's strong fingers took the place of Niles'. "Fuck, I can feel her going still. Never seen one last this long before."

Niles went around to the deer girl's front. He brushed her hair back away from her face, watching as her eyes rolled dizzily in her head, her face flushed with satisfaction now rather than need. When he thumbed at one of her nipples, she barely reacted except for a faint stuttering in her breathing.

"There. I think that's the end of it," Uncle Remy said, as her eyes started to slide shut and she slumped limply against the tree. He pulled his fingers free and gave her a final, firm slap on the cunt; a long shudder went through her whole body, and then she gushed a bit more fluid and moaned quietly. "Look at that, Niles. That's one satisfied doe. Good job, kid."

"You told me what to do," Niles pointed out, still brushing his fingers through her soft hair as her head lolled against the tree trunk.

"Yeah, but you did all the hard work. And I never tried pulling their hair before. That was some real inspiration, there," Uncle Remy said, his voice full of approval. "Get my lazy-ass son up, we gotta start breaking down the camp."

It took almost an hour to get the camp properly broken down and everything stowed away in packs, including their trash, which Chad wanted to just bury in a hole. That idea nearly got him a whack from Uncle Remy.

The doe slept through it all, passed out in a limp sprawl against the tree. She only roused when Uncle Remy and Chad started to unbuckle the harness that they'd used to keep her from wandering; she lifted her head and watched with a quiet curiosity, displaying no urgency in response to her freedom.

As Uncle Remy tugged the loose straps out from under her body, she reached down and grabbed one, lifting the leather to her face to examine it. Then she reached out with her other hand as if asking for the rest of the harness.

"Ah-ah," Uncle Remy said, shaking his head and keeping firm hold of the bulk of the harness.

She tugged at it and said something in her cervine language, blinking her big doe eyes.

"I know you want it, but it's staying with us," Uncle Remy said, tugging back. There was a brief tug-of-war, and then the deer woman finally relinquished her grip with a loud huff of feminine discontent.

"What does she want it for?" Niles asked.

Uncle Remy shrugged. "I dunno. To wear it, I guess. A lot of 'em try to keep the harness. Your dad let one walk off with our last one--he figured she was too worn out to go anywhere, so he untied her first, and then as soon as she saw he was going to take the harness off she jumped straight up and started bouncing around the camp, wouldn't let any of us get near the buckles. We had to just let her keep it." He sniggered. "That was years ago. He had to put this one together himself to replace it."

The deer woman watched him as he spoke, her expression drawing up more and more into an open pout. Uncle Remy laughed when he saw the look on her face, which just seemed to make her more upset; she muttered something that ended in a derisive snort.

"Hold on," Niles said, and dug out the bell he'd picked up the night before. He got a thin strap of leather from his pack and carefully cut it down to size with his camping knife, then threaded the bell onto it and held it up, showing it to the deer woman.

She eyed him with suspicion, as if expecting him to take it away like Uncle Remy had done with the harness; but when he took her wrist and tied the strap snugly in place around it, she brightened. She lifted her wrist and admired the bracelet, then shook her hand to jingle the bell happily.

"We could'a put that back on the harness," Uncle Remy pointed out wryly.

Niles flushed and shrugged. "She likes it, though."

"Oh my God," Chad groaned. "She's not your girlfriend, don't get mushy about it." The deer woman turned to look at Chad and held up her wrist as if to show him, ringing the bell, and he rolled his eyes. "She is pretty cute, though."

When they gathered their packs and started the hike out, the doe hauled herself up and followed alongside them for a while, watching them curiously.

"Do you ever catch the same one twice?" Niles asked.

Uncle Remy shook his head. "They get wise after the first time, and they figure out they won't get any fawns from coupling us. There's plenty out here, though, don't worry."

Niles nodded, hiding his disappointment at this information to avoid any more teasing from Chad.

Even so, when the deer woman finally left them--the bell on her wrist tinkling with each powerful bounce of her hooves--he couldn't help but hope that he might see her again some day