"Where are we going?"

	"I said you'll see."

	Bambi had no idea how he'd been talked into this. He didn't even like Ronno. No one did. Then why was he following him alone into unknown territory? How had he been coerced so easily by Ronno's wayward approach and strange, silvery words?

	"Please just tell me."

	"Do you even know what 'surprise' means?"

	All Bambi wanted was a hint, just one little hint. All the way, he retreated into his head, trying to work out what lay at the end of these twisting paths. Trees and rocks and grass passed by him as the scenery grew unfamiliar.

	"You still back there?"

	Bambi stopped. "Wait. I don't think I know the way home from here."

	Ronno didn't break pace at all. "Well then, you'd better keep up, princess," he said as he disappeared into the brush.

	"Stop calling me that." It was a timid demand with no answer, only the crushing loneliness of a strange place. Whatever chance Bambi had to turn back was gone. No choice now but to press on and face whatever purpose Ronno had for him, nefarious or not.

	"Ronno, wait!" Bambi raced through the summer leaves.

*	*	*

	"So... Here we are. You like it?"

	Bambi hardly noticed Ronno puffing his chest with pride, far too busy admiring the lovely grove to which he'd been led. It looked to be part of an ancient riverbed, now dry and overgrown. A towering boulder rested to the north, a copse of trees to the south, and tall banks on either side. Sanctuaries like this were incredibly rare. How did Ronno find this? "How far from home are we?"

	"Far enough."

	Ronno's voice held the hint of something shady, and Bambi turned to see him strutting his way. His face was different now. He wanted something. Bambi knew that look, the same predatory stare he gave Faline...

	"What are you doing?" Bambi's eyes followed as Ronno circled behind.

	"Mounting you, what's it look like?"

	"What?!" Bambi squirmed from under Ronno's hooves and whirled to face him. The young deer flushed with anger and embarrassment as he finally understood the nature of this surprise. "You can't mount me! I'm a buck!"

	Ronno only smirked. "No, you're not."

	"*****Am, too!*****"

	"Oh?" Clearly amused, Ronno made his way toward the edge of the grove, confidence in every step. He pressed his nubby antlers against a small tree. "If you're a buck," he challenged as he scraped bark from it, "where are your antlers?" He backed away and proudly displayed his work with a wry smile.

	Bambi had learned to be patient about his antlers, but Ronno knew just what to say, and jealously was giving him a little pinch. "Dad says they'll start showing before winter."

	"Or..." Ronno inched closer, "maybe they'll *****never***** show because you're not a buck. Come on... No antlers, a girl's name, even your voice kinda sounds like-"

	"Shut up!" Bambi put his back to Ronno and lifted his tail skyward to show his cervine testicles. "There! See?"

	Ronno's gaze was on something else. "All I see is a nice little hole."

	No way. He couldn't be serious. "That's gross! Stop messing around and take me home!"

	Ronno's eyes flicked back up to meet Bambi's with a devious gleam. He stared hard almost through his eyebrows, ready to pounce like a jungle cat. "My dad says I'm supposed to mount a doe," he hissed as he prowled forward. "You look like a doe to me. You're even prettier than Faline."

	Bambi crouched. His tail flipped down and he dug his hooves into the dirt. "I'm faster than you. I could get away and find someone and they'd take me home. I'll tell Dad you tried to do mating stuff with me. And he'll tell *****your***** dad, and you'll be in trouble forever."

	Ronno's ears turned. His brow relaxed. "You're right."

	The admission came much to Bambi's surprise, but the young prince wasn't playing that game. He kept his pose, legs still at the ready.

	"You could disappear right now and I'd never catch you."

	"That's right," Bambi said proudly. He loved the newfound authority in his own voice.

	Ronno put on his usual face again. "Then why are you still here?"

	Why, indeed? Bambi's ears collapsed. Why hadn't he already done what he'd threatened to do? As the moments passed without an answer, he swallowed hard. Ronno was accusing him of wanting this to happen, but when Bambi reached for words to defend himself, he couldn't find any.

	"Well?" With slow, deliberate steps, Ronno circled into Bambi's path, face-to-face. "Is it 'cause deep down, you know you're a cute little doe and you need a big, strong buck like me to sort you out?"

	Bambi didn't need to be sorted out. He didn't want this, so why couldn't he move? Ronno was blocking his exit now, but he could still get away. All he needed to do was try.

	"Am I wrong? I don't think I am."

	Why wasn't he running? Why was he just staring at Ronno's face like he'd find the answer there?

	"So, come on. Why don't you lift that tail for me again?"

	The idea of running seemed strangely distant now, as if he didn't have legs and it was no longer possible. "We're not supposed to mate with other boys."

	"Nobody's gonna see. That's why we're out *****here*****, dummy."

	Bambi huffed away the name-calling. "Why would you want to mount me, anyway? You don't even like me!"

	"You really don't know anything, do you? Silly little female." Without warning, Ronno made a move for Bambi's lips, landing a soft kiss.

	Bambi stumbled backwards. "Don't!"

	As Bambi shrank away, Ronno allowed no distance. He matched Bambi step for step. "Why not? I thought princesses liked being kissed." Again, he pushed his lips into Bambi's.

	Bambi spit and wiped his mouth with a hoof. "Stop it, Ronno! I'm not a princess!"

	"Didn't I already win this argument?"

	Steaming with anger and gritting his teeth, Bambi no longer wanted to run, but to fight. He'd had enough of Ronno to last a lifetime.

	Ronno smirked. "You're so cute when you're angry," he mocked.

	Bambi's teeth disappeared behind his lips again. Why could he never win against Ronno?

	Suddenly, Ronno turned away and bounded across the grass before hopping atop a stone, like the Great Prince overlooking his territory. "This is *****my***** grove," he announced to the forest. "*****I***** found it, so *****I***** get to make the rules here, and my rule is: any doe who wants to be in my grove...gets mounted." He looked down at Bambi. "If she doesn't wanna be mounted, all she has to do is leave."

	Bambi tried to think of something to say, tried to will his legs to carry him out of this place, but all he could do was gaze at Ronno posing up there - at his strong chest, his toned legs, his green eyes. Why did he have to notice things like that, especially right now?

	Ronno stepped down from his perch.  "Alright, Bambi. I'm getting a little...eager..."

	Bambi was about to ask what that meant when he saw the twinkle of pink beneath Ronno's belly. His eyes widened and a surge of lightning shot through his chest. The bizarre scenario in Bambi's imagination was suddenly very real. Ronno was serious!

	"...So this is your last chance. Walk away right now, or I'm gonna rut you like you're in season." Ronno approached with an evil grin, not stopping until their noses almost touched. He stood tall and menacing, making a small height difference seem like so much more. "And you'd better believe I know how."

	That look again. Bambi stared back into Ronno's half-open eyes, meeting them with what he knew must have been a pathetic expression. Is this what Faline felt like under Ronno's advances? Confused, helpless, and dirty? Bambi's face felt so hot he couldn't stand it. His body was just shy of trembling. Did he really want this to be his very first sexual encounter? Unless he wanted to risk the forest alone, it appeared he had no choice. Which was worse? He couldn't think with Ronno standing so close!

	Ronno's smile widened. "That's what I thought."

	Too late.

	With legs far more steady than Bambi's, Ronno began circling behind the young prince once again. "You don't even have to do anything," he said as he disappeared from Bambi's sight. "Just hold still."

	Even though Bambi remained by choice, it felt like Ronno had bested him somehow. He didn't want to look. He faced forward as his rival got into position, staring blankly at the forest's beauty. Never in his life did he expect to feel what he was feeling now - the strange weight of being mounted with slow, careful confidence. A strong pair of hooves gripped his midsection and Bambi's back was greeted by Ronno's belly.

	"Mmh, can't wait to see what you feel like, little doe. I bet it's gonna be good."

	Bambi was growing faint. This had to be a bad dream, and he half-expected the waking world to break through at any moment. He flinched as something touched underneath his tail. It tickled with wetness and Bambi knew right away what it was. He was being poked and prodded, lubricated with Ronno's fluids. As his hole was thoroughly prepared, Bambi stood motionless, the same way he tended to freeze when in danger. Why was he still standing here and letting this happen?

	The wetness was pressing further in now, even opening him up a few times. Bambi flinched again and again. It didn't hurt - not exactly - but it was startling. He had no control over Ronno's movements. His head was rolling.

	"Stay with me, little doe. We haven't even started yet." With that, Ronno braced his hind legs and forced himself forward until there was no more forward to go.

	Bambi gasped as his virgin body was fully penetrated. It was the most foreign of sensations. Too weird, too new, like a big snake had decided to wiggle its way inside him. His muscles began their involuntary fight against it. Hearing a little noise of satisfaction from above, Bambi shook his head. He'd changed his mind. Was this kind of mating even safe to do? It was surely forbidden for a reason. The edge of the clearing was only a few paces away. Running would be better. He made a weak move toward it.

	The instant Bambi began pulling away, Ronno pulled back harder, almost like he knew. His grip on Bambi's middle was absolute. "Oh, no you don't." Ronno held himself as deep as he could, loins pressed against Bambi's backside. "You might be the fastest, but I'm the strongest. Now, I said hold still."

	"It hurts."

	"Yeah, my dad says a doe's first time always hurts. Just relax. You'll get used to it."

	Bambi would never get used to an unnatural fullness like this. He wasn't a doe. He didn't have doe parts. What would this do to his male body?

	"I could be humping your little hole like crazy right now, but since I'm nice, I'm letting you get used to it." After a moment of silence, Ronno leaned down closer to Bambi's ears. "What do you saaaaay?" he asked expectantly.

	"Thank you," Bambi placated with a tiny voice.

	"Aww, you're welcome, princess."

	So, there Bambi stood, carrying half Ronno's weight on his back. He continued staring at the forest, his escape route. The edge of the clearing seemed to grow further and further away as the moments passed. What if someone saw him like this, body entwined with another boy? What would they think? What might they believe? Awkward hug? Frozen in a failed game of leapfrog? Ronno would likely be too proud to let them believe anything but the truth. At least this grove was nice and private. Their secret would almost certainly be safe from prying eyes.

	Slow movements. Ronno's hips had begun making gentle, circular swaying motions. "Feels good already," Ronno muttered, squirming around back there. "You know what? I don't think I can wait anymore."

	The grip around Bambi's waist loosened and the fullness inside him emptied, only to slide back in. Bambi's eyes went wide and he looked behind him for the first time since he was mounted. He saw Ronno's hips meeting his own with a forceful rhythm, leg muscles flexing. It made the feeling of being impaled even more real.

	"Thaaaat's it. There you go," cooed Ronno as he slowly mated Bambi with his entire length. "See? You can be a good doe if you try."

	The young prince turned his gaze back to the forest. He couldn't stand to watch himself be violated anymore.

	"This is just... Wow! Better than I thought," he said with hot breaths on the back of Bambi's neck. "How's it for you?"

	"Ronno, please stop."

	"Hah! Not likely." In fact, he sped up. "Oohhh... So much better than doing it myself. You've done that, haven't you? Rubbed against your forelegs? Or some wet moss?"

	When Bambi failed to answer, he heard an arrogant chuckle.

	"C'mon," said Ronno, the sound of a grin in his voice, "you can't tell me you've never made seed before."

	He had. Several times. With thoughts of Faline in his head. But still he didn't answer.

	Ronno's hips didn't stop. "Never mind. I guess you wouldn't know about making seed, being a doe and all."

	Bambi shut his eyes and tried to ignore the grunts and soft moans. He wouldn't be provoked again.

	"Anyway, it's nice to know I don't have to do it myself anymore. Now that I have *****you*****."

	Bambi's ears twitched.

	Ronno must've seen. "What...you didn't think this was a one-time thing, did you? Once I put my seed in you, you'll be mine forever. That's how it works. Then you have to lift your tail for me whenever I want."

	Again, Bambi was silent. He already knew the truth.

	"But I promise I won't mount you in front of anyone...as long as you do what I say." Ronno's voice became rough with pleasure. He was getting close. "It'll be our naughty little secret."

	Poor Bambi still couldn't bring himself to accept any of this as real. He remembered following Ronno here, and then Ronno said some nasty things... He couldn't even recall a few short moments ago, and now somehow Ronno was inside him. His loins crashed against Bambi's backside and there wasn't much he could do about it. He might be able to wrench his way out of Ronno's grasp, but at this point, he was too ashamed to even try.

	Above, the gentle moans stopped. Ronno's rhythm slowed, and the grip around his middle became uncomfortably tight. Bambi felt the body that besieged him begin to shudder. A sharp gasp in his ear made him jump. Was it happening? Bambi couldn't feel anything different. What *****should***** it feel like to be seeded?

	Ronno continued rocking his hips in that same slow rhythm, gasping, grunting, and giggling like a fiend. His noises confirmed what Bambi suspected - his rival was filling him at this very moment. He couldn't have fawns, but he didn't know what else Ronno's seed might do to him. Was it safe to have up there? What if it made him sick and his father found out about this? The pleasure sounds over his shoulder rubbed salt into the wound. Bambi knew how good it felt to make seed. Knowing Ronno was feeling that now while Bambi could only worry about his future... It wasn't fair.

	He waited patiently until Ronno finally calmed down. Both boys were still. Their hiding place grew eerily quiet, save for the heavy breaths in Bambi's ear. Ronno's weight felt like it had doubled since he finished, and Bambi wasn't sure how much longer he could hold two bodies off the ground.

	After a rest, Ronno swallowed loudly to clear the dryness from his throat. "Wow, it's *****in***** there," he said with a laugh. "You actually let me put my seed in you! I seriously can't believe you just let me do that!"

	Nor could Bambi. He wanted to leave and forget all about this. "Can I go home now?"

	"Pff. No," said Ronno as if Bambi should've known better than to even ask.

	Bambi cried out as Ronno's hips began to move again. He was quickly reminded of the thing inside him. Before he knew what was happening, it had already begun jabbing forward over and over. Not again! He thought he'd already endured it all! Bambi had never made seed more than once in a single day, but Ronno was already going again? How was he ready so soon?

	"Come on, Ronno," he quietly begged. "Please?"

	"Aww, you don't wanna play anymore?"

	Bambi shook his head.

	"Too bad. I claimed you, and now you have to do whatever I say."

	Bambi was looking for any way out of this. "But...won't it take a while to get back?"

	"Sorry, princess. Already thought of that."

	Suddenly, something pinched Bambi's ear. "Aah!" At first it almost felt like a bee sting, but then it began to yank. Ronno had snatched the ear between his teeth and pulled downward, forcing Bambi to look toward the sky.

	Ronno spoke with it between his teeth as he pounded Bambi's rump. "Shee dat tall ebergreen tree?"

	"Ow! Let go!" Bambi demanded.

	He didn't. "Shee it?"

	Bambi nodded carefully.

	Ronno released the ear. "When the sun goes behind the top of that tree, it's time to leave. 'Fraid you'll just have to tough it out until then."

	The sun wasn't even close to reaching the tree. Bambi wanted to cry. How long had Ronno been planning this? "If you don't stop right now, I'll tell everyone what you did when we get home."

	He didn't stop. "You wanna tell everyone I claimed you? That's fine. You'll still belong to me. The only difference will be...everyone knows it."

	Feeling more defeated than ever, Bambi let the abuse of his rump continue. The wet thing slid in and out with the battering of Ronno's hips. He tried to will himself somewhere else and ignore how it felt to be dominated this way. Bambi just looked at the ground while Ronno had his fun, wishing he was this pebble or that stick.

	"Has it started feeling good for you yet?"

	Bambi didn't even know it was supposed to. He wasn't in the mood to answer.

	"No? That's a shame. Maybe I can find your special spot..."

	That got Bambi's attention, especially when Ronno's movements started to change. "My what?"

	"Dad says girls have a little spot inside," he said thoughtfully as he prodded around in Bambi's body. "And if you rub it, they go crazy. Makes 'em wanna be mounted."

	Bambi sighed in frustration and exhaustion. "Ronno, for the last time, I'm not a- ah- aaAAH!" His protest was cut short by his own violent gasp. What in the world was that? Ronno's angle had changed and now his member stroked against something inside him. Each time, there were little flashes buried behind the pain. It couldn't be...could it? He wasn't a girl! He didn't have that spot!

	Clearly amused, Ronno giggled above him. "Gosh, that was easy. Did I already find it, princess?"

	He thrust harder and Bambi gasped again.

	"Sounds like it. See? What'd I tell ya?" Ronno resumed his rhythm and began assaulting the sensitive spot with his cock. "My dad mates all the time. He knows what he's talking about."

	Bambi might've toppled over if Ronno hadn't been holding him in place. The feeling was almost like making seed, but dull and spread throughout his belly. It brought unsettling tickling sensations in such odd places. Bambi's right leg began to twitch. His nethers stirred. It was hard not to like it, but why? Why did it have to be Ronno to introduce him to this feeling?

	"Wow, you like this even more than I thought you would."

	Bambi groaned. The stubborn side of him was losing. His concern with Ronno's opinion of him slowly melted into the raw physical pleasure spilling up his spine. He didn't care. He couldn't possibly. It was so overwhelming and suddenly incredible. His body was determined to focus on it, to dig it out of the sexual shame Ronno was inflicting. There was no more room in his mind for shock or humiliation and he moaned out loud in front of Ronno for the first time.

	"I knew it! You even moan like a doe!"

	Something very real was happening. Bambi's body commanded him to give in. He began squeezing around Ronno, instinctively trying to enhance his own pleasure. The older fawn's rhythm was perfect. Slow and sexy, even gentle. It didn't hurt at all anymore.

	"Yeah, you like that, dontcha?" Ronno was obviously just amusing himself, not really expecting an answer.

	Bambi felt his own modest member slipping out. Was he actually going to make seed? How was this possible? His forelegs folded and his front end collapsed to the grass. There he shut his eyes and marvelled at how quickly he was careening towards a climax he couldn't control. Just as his hind legs began to buckle, Ronno stopped. The sudden absence of the new feeling was so jarring, Bambi actually whined.

	"Aww, what's the matter? Want me to keep going?"

	Somehow Bambi resisted the urge to say 'yes', but it didn't matter. Ronno knew.

	Then, the unthinkable. Ronno pulled out. No more tingly feeling. No more pleasant fullness. Bambi turned back in near panic. He couldn't have hoped to stop himself. "No, no- wait, don't!"

	"If you turn over on your back, I can hit that spot a little better," said an impossibly pleased Ronno. He motioned to a small pile of moss and leaves. "Over there," he ordered.

	Bambi scrambled towards it and obeyed. He lay in the soft, comfortable heap, waiting with his legs spread wide. Ronno slowly moved over him, blanketing Bambi with his shadow. His hips were already in position, making Bambi feel very small and naked. The older fawn placed himself at the entrance to Bambi's hole and held there. He was towering over him now, and Bambi could feel the heat of Ronno's larger frame and the heavy penis against him.

	"Tell me you're my princess."

	Bambi was quiet. All forms of social interaction had left his mind, and he could only attempt to wiggle himself against Ronno's hips, desperately fighting for more of what he'd been enjoying so much.

	But Ronno held him down, his whole body keeping Bambi still. "Come on. If you want me to keep going, you have to say, 'I'm your princess, Ronno'."

	How in the world did Bambi get himself into this mess? He was actually considering saying it. More than considering. He tried to shake his head free of the foggy pleasure, but he couldn't stand it. He'd do anything to get that feeling back. "I'm your princess, Ronno."

	Two turquoise eyes stared down at him, bright and devious, and Bambi could almost feel that dirty smile. "And you're gonna be my little princess forever, aren't you?"

	"Yes..."

	"Promise me," said Ronno expectantly.

	"Yes, I promise, I promise."

	And just like that, Ronno shoved himself inside. Bambi's hole was already plenty soaked with seed, so it slid easily into place, and the wonderful sensation returned. Bambi's chest heaved and he moaned like a doe in the desperate depths of her season. It nearly paralyzed him. When he tried to speak, it came out as gibberish, which brought another smug grin to Ronno's muzzle. He could do little more than lie there and listen to his own noises. He had no idea, no clue of this magical thing that had existed inside him all his life. Perhaps Ronno was right... Perhaps part of him was female after all. The glowing feeling in his hindquarters didn't lie.

	Things took an even stranger turn. A series of small, dry orgasms shivered their way through his body. In his stupor, Bambi just stared past Ronno into the forest canopy, his eyes rolling and crossing with the beautiful, delicate pleasure to which he was quickly becoming addicted. Letting Ronno mount him was a high price to pay, but he'd deal with it if it meant he could have more.

	All this wildness was building to an eruption. He was actually going to make seed without so much as a single hair touching his member! He whined and pressed into Ronno's hips as hard as he could. His eyes fell shut. The tingle built and built like a rolling wave ready to crash on the shore. Through it all, he still found time to puzzle over how Ronno could hit that spot so perfectly.

	Above him, Ronno's breathing became rapid and ragged. His cool exterior was crumbling. "Gonna fill you again, princess," he muttered.

	He soon made good on his word. Ronno shuddered, and this time Bambi shuddered with him. His rigid member erupted of its own accord and a mountain of pleasure billowed through him. The young fawn trembled and writhed, nearly screaming in bliss as he painted his chest and belly.

	Ronno joined in with a call of his own, declaring his dominance and ecstasy to the lonely grove. For a few precious moments, all the teasing and boasting seemed to have gone, and they were both equally vulnerable.

	Bambi could barely handle the continued hammering of his rump. It was deliriously good, and it seemed to last for ages. Wailing and shaking, he wrapped his hooves around Ronno's back in an effort to pull him closer. He didn't even mean to do it, but his body seemed to know how to give itself pleasure.

	With a squeeze, Bambi chased down the rest of his orgasm, not wasting even one drop of the delicious feeling. It faded slowly. The more it faded, the further he settled into the mossy bed.

	He wasn't being rutted anymore. How long had Ronno been still? Bambi opened his eyes and was met with those of the older fawn, who watched over his doe with a smile. So much time seemed to pass while they stared. Bambi had finally been tamed, and Ronno looked so proud and pleased to have been the one to do it.

	"*****That*****," said Ronno with a single, purposeful thrust, "is what it feels like to be Ronno's doe." The bigger male lowered his head until their muzzles were almost touching. With a looming voice, he whispered, "Did you like it?"

	He didn't need to ask. The answer was splattered wet all over Bambi's underside.

	"Well, I need a breather," said Ronno as he finally slid his shrinking member out. Before moving away, he gave Bambi a quick and surprisingly gentle kiss. "Don't forget who you belong to, now. I don't want you running off just yet."

	It was some time before the young prince realized he had no intention of even getting to his hooves. He looked himself over. Never before had so much seed come out of him. It was a mess, but he didn't care enough to do anything about it. The orgasmic tingle was still thrumming in his hips, and he was perfectly happy right here. As his penis began to hide again, he looked past it - at Ronno who now lay a few paces away.

	They saw each other, and Ronno raised a curious eyebrow. "You might wanna get up and stretch your legs, princess. We're gonna be here a while."

	Bambi let his head fall back into the leaves. The simple joy of staring at the clouds was enough. His eyes wandered to that special evergreen tree. The sun was closer now, but they still had time.

	Plenty of time...