Prince of the Woods

Rose's ears flicked as she bowed her head down, the doe’s eyes staring up towards the field she was grazing on, keeping an eye on the forest ahead even as she filled her empty belly. A breeze rustled the leaves on a nearby tree, immediately causing the jumpy deer to lift her head, hunched down slightly as she surveyed her surroundings, her hooves digging into the dirt, ready to bolt at a moment’s notice if she saw anything that worried her. After a moment spent intently staring off into the woods, her eyes flicking from one spot to the next, the doe calmed down slightly, her stance relaxing as she lowered her head back down to the ground, returning to her grazing. Rose had been rather jumpy as of late, even more jumpy than wild deer like herself usually were, on edge all the time. The female knew exactly what was causing her unease as well, feeling a terrible hunger for something more than just some grass and leaves, the doe’s tail flicked up to reveal the patch of white fur underneath, and the pink mound nestled amongst it. For a few days now, Rose had been suffering from heat, desperate to breed with a male. Usually, she would've had a mate ready and lined up well ahead of the rutting season, yet this year around the doe had had some trouble finding a suitable male. Since the forest she called her home was going through some rather noisy upheaval, with humans building a big road right through the middle of it, much of the deer population had headed off for greener pastures, leaving just the bucks and does that had settled near the outskirts of the lands. Amongst said deer was Rose, staying put since the construction wasn't bothering her, though the lack of males due to the construction was much more of a nuisance to her. Not blessed with hands, the female couldn't do much to alleviate the constant, nagging heat under her tail. She'd occasionally tried to back up against a tree and grind her slit on it, or lay down and lick at her mound, but nothing would bring much relief, and certainly not for long. She knew that she needed a buck to properly take care of her heat, yet none seemed to be taking her up on her offer, no matter what sort of scent marks or needy bleats she'd give.

Unable to even focus on her dining with how bothersome the tingling under her tail was growing, Rose lifted up her head, stomping her hooves at the dirt in annoyance as she began to wander back towards her home bedding, hoping that she might be able to get some sleep and get her mind off of her heat. Just then, another rustle caught her attention, sounding much bigger than the wind she'd heard earlier, freezing on the spot as her ears perked up. Worried that it might've been humans or some predator come to hunt her down, the doe scanned the forest, trying to catch the scent of whatever it might've been. Unfortunately for Rose, all the human traffic nearby in combination with her heat making her unable to focus on anything had gotten her sense of smell all muddled, barely able to catch anything besides a faint, masculine musk. Another rustle made her spin towards a set of nearby bushes, spotting the four-legged figure of something slightly bigger than her, squinting at the shadows as she thought it might've been another deer. Instantly, the idea of another of her kind and the masculine scent got the doe worked up, her tail flipping over her back to flash her slit, a hint of wetness at her pussy lips as she panted softly. Hoping that a buck had finally caught her scent and was coming over to relieve her of her heat, Rose gave a gentle bleat, calling the stag over as she pointed her rump towards the bushes. The figure approached her, stepping out from the cover to reveal that it was indeed a male that had caught her scent, but that he wasn't a deer at all. Rose found himself staring down a big bull moose, nearing twice her size with a sizable set of antlers on his head, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air, giving a small bray as he stared at her flank. Rose couldn't help but to notice the girthy manhood swinging between the bull's back legs, seemingly having caught her scent and gotten rather excited even with the difference in their species, his gently tapering shaft looking quite a bit bigger than anything the doe had ever encountered during her previous mating seasons. Gulping at the male she'd accidentally enticed, Rose immediately realised her mistake, trying to gingerly sneak off when the moose began to follow her, trotting right behind her with an enthusiastic snort, sniffing near her backside as a clear drop of glistening precum formed on the tip of his shaft. Though the deer wasn't exactly his species, the bull wasn't going to let the female get away that easily, eager to help the doe’s heat whether she wanted him to or not. 

Seeing the moose approaching her with some speed, Rose tried to gallop away, looking back at the male as she dashed forwards, accidentally running headfirst into a tree, tripping herself up as she gave a bleat. Quickly catching up with the needy female, cornering her as his dick throbbed under his belly, the bull stuck his snout right under the dazed deer’s tail, taking a good sniff of the doe’s slit. Gasping as she felt the male's nose probing at her sensitive mound, blowing hot air across her pussy lips while huffing her scent, Rose froze up, hoping that maybe he'd just take a few sniffs and head off after satisfying his curiosity. Unfortunately for the doe, the moose had no intentions of leaving his molesting to just a couple of sniffs, giving the deer’s cunt a lick as Rose let out another bleat, this one much softer. Gritting her teeth, the female tried to gently shuffle away from her assailant, but before she even knew it the bull was already on her, jumping up and mounting her, tossing his front legs over her back. Trapped and pinned in place under the weight of the hefty moose, Rose felt his manhood poking at her rump as he tried getting into position, his hooves stomping the ground until his tip nestled between her pussy lips. With feral vigour and ruthlessness, the bull rammed into the deer, driving almost every last inch of his cock into the tight young doe, pushing through her clenching as she gave a sharp, pained shriek. Only barely able to handle the much bigger male, Rose lowered her head close to the ground as she felt her entire body trembling with every buck the bull gave her, bleating as the pushy moose insisted on the interspecies breeding, stretching her cunt apart as his girth showed balls deep inside of her. As painful as the horny and thick male was, the doe had to admit that a part of her was also loving the hard rutting she was getting, finding herself shivering with pleasure as her belly bulged out from the girth rammed into her, finally getting some relief for her heat after suffering all alone for so long. With the moose grunting into her ear, holding her down as she shivered, Rose’s back leg kicked the air as she came the second she felt the first rope of cum deposited inside of her. Continuing to thrust into the doe as his balls slapped against her rump, the male roared softly as he pumped a gallon of his seed into the tight hole, barely spilling a drop before he finally pulled out. With cum trickling down her flank, Rose immediately flopped down to the ground, panting as she laid limp on the grass, too weak to stand up, still quivering with a mixture of pain and complete bliss. Satisfied after emptying his sack, the moose just gave the shivering deer a few sniffs, and one final lick at her overflowing slit as she bleated, before turning around and wandering off, feeling peckish after such a hard round of breeding, leaving the doe he'd impregnated to lie in the bushes. 

Panting even after just a few steps, Rose staggered over to a small stream running through the forest, carefully bowing down to take a gulp from the clear water, sipping the refreshing and cold drink as she tried to keep herself steady on her feet. Almost seven months after her encounter with the bull, the previously dainty doe looked like she was ready to burst, with her belly bulging from the cub she was knocked up with. Since the pregnancy was the result of an unlikely union between her and a moose, the fawn she was carrying was unlike any she'd had before, much bigger and more active. Lifting her muzzle from the stream, licking at the droplets soaking into her snout, Rose took a breath before turning around and waddling back into the cover of the shadows and bushes. With the interspecies pregnancy making it difficult for her to walk even the small distance between the stream and the hideout she'd found to give birth in, the deer was exhausted by the time she ducked under the low hanging branches of an old oak tree. Gently laying down on a soft bedding of moss and leaves she'd gathered for some semblance of comfort, Rose huffed as she leaned over to nibble on some of the bushes hiding her little den, always feeling so hungry with the big fawn inside of her. Feeling the cub in her belly squirming and kicking, moaning as she laid down on her side, the deer knew that it was time for her to give birth soon. The moment couldn't come too soon, with the interspecies pregnancy taking a fair bit longer than what the doe was used to, feeling like she could barely even get up during the last few weeks of it. On her side, Rose weakly lifted up her leg, glancing at her big belly and seeing her rows of nipples, already swelling with milk in preparation for the arrival of her little prince or princess, leaving her with a soft smile on her muzzle as she laid back down, just waiting for her labour to begin. 

After just a few more hours of waiting, Rose felt the first contractions wreaking havoc across her body, panting as she trembled, exhausted yet willing herself to withstand it for just a little while longer. With the labour beginning, the doe slowly rolled upright, bracing herself with her hooves against the dirt as she got into the birthing position, squatting down and lifting up her tail. Gasping for air while waiting for the next round of contractions to begin, the deer prepared herself for what she knew would be a very difficult birth, feeling slightly nervous yet also excited about her new fawn. With her body low and her tail pinned against her back, her slit wet in preparation for the incoming cub, Rose felt her contractions beginning again, bleating as she pushed hard, feeling the fawn beginning to move inside of her. With the cub being that much bigger than the usual fawn, the doe squirmed from the pain of her child slowly making its way down her birth canal, stomping her hooves and roaring as she strained to keep going, trying to push past the pain. The deer’s pussy lips gaped wide open as a set of lanky legs began to peek out from it, soon enough followed by a little head tucked between the legs. Thankful that their labour didn't last for long, Rose gasped for air in between the rolling waves of contractions making her twitch and squirm, pushing hard with every wave, nearly feeling herself blacking out just as the shoulders and waist of the fawn passed through her pussy, giving a long wail as the cub finally slipped fully out of her. Panting, the doe felt utterly drained, like she could just fall asleep for an entire day, though she knew that her newborn needed her far too much for her to get any rest quite yet. Rising up to her shaky legs and turning around, Rose looked down at a little buck, attempting to stand up as he gave a soft bray. The newborn wasn't quite a deer and likewise not quite a moose either, sporting the more slender figure of his mother along with the camouflaging white dots of a fawn all along his flank, yet his fur was also a fair bit darker and his snout slightly more like his father's. The new mother couldn't be happier about her adorable fawn, laying down next to the little buck and licking at him as she presented her belly for him, watching with a smile as he immediately began to nurse from her teats, already ravenous. With how big and strong the cub was, already almost the size of a normal fawn yearling, Rose didn't have much difficulty trying to decide on his name, giving thanks to the likewise sturdy and tall tree that she'd used as shelter for her birth, cooing for the little buck as she cleaned him off, 
“My little Oak~”

As Rose suspected, it didn't take many days for her new fawn to find his legs, staggering around nestled against his mother's side as the pair emerged from their hiding spot. Initially nervous, Oak stuck by the doe for most of the first few days, barely a single step away from her at all times, giving a small bleat and running after her whenever the older deer happened to get ahead while he was distracted sniffing at the flowers. Very quickly however, the hybrid began to grow in confidence, straying further and further away from his mother, exploring the forest. He always returned for dinner however, hungrily drinking down Rose’s milk whenever she offered him her teats, growing bigger and taller by the day, resembling his father. The deer adored her new fawn, even if he was a little different, watching over him and feeding him, nuzzling by his side as the pair slept. Rose had to admit however that there was something a bit more than just the usual love between a mother and a fawn between the pair, with how much he resembled the moose that had bred her. Every now and then, when getting a peek at the buck, the doe would be reminded of the bull's thick cock throbbing in her cunt as she was pumped full, reminiscing about just how utterly heavenly it felt when she finally got some relief for her heat. The doe was lost in her memories again one evening, laying down on a soft nest of moss and brushes, when she was suddenly snapped from her lewd reminiscing by a snout poking at her belly. Glancing to her side, the deer saw Oak laying down, hungrily licking his lips as he nosed at her soft fur. Realising the not-so little fawn was after her nipples, Rose just smiled and rolled onto her side, watching as the boy immediately dove to latch his lips around one of her plump teats, suckling hard as he drank down her milk. Only further titillated by the sensation of the fawn nursing from her, feeling the fur under her tail growing damp, Rose couldn't help but to look at the buck in a very different light, her eyes wandering down between his back legs. 

With the little buck suckling on her teat, the deer tried to resist the urge to go any further than just some fantasies and naughty memories, her will breaking very quickly as she began to feel a familiar heat under her tail. She knew that she needed more, at least a little look at the cub's goods, just to see how he compared to his father, panting softly as she hoped her interest wasn't too visible, or too obvious from the scent wafting from her loins. Carefully curling around her fawn, Rose nuzzled her cheek against her son's side, trying to disguise her peeking as her just giving the hungry buck a quick tongue bath, stroking the cub's fur as her eyes darted over to his undercarriage. Laying down on his side as he relaxed, happily letting her mother lick his coat clean, Oak didn't pay any attention to the deer eyeing up the package between his back legs, a set of heavy balls tucked right behind his sheath, a hint of pink visible in the furry pocket. Eager to see the fawn in full glory, Rose reached further down with her tongue, pretending like she was accidentally getting a bit too close to to his groin while she was lapping at his belly, giving his sheath and sack a few licks. Squirming as he kept his muzzle firmly latched onto his mother's teat, Oak huffed as his cock began to slowly but surely slide out of his sheath, his back legs stretching out as his manhood rested against his belly, fully erect after just a few encouraging licks. The boy wasn't quite as big as his father, though he was certainly better endowed than all the other fawns his age that Rose had seen, looking like he could certainly reach the bull's girth after a little while longer. The doe admired Oak from right up close, licking her chops as she took in the masculine scent wafting from the gently twitching dick, watching a bead of precum dripping onto the grass from the very tip of it, her slit only getting wetter with every whiff she took. 

Getting a good, close up look at the young buck’s manhood, pressing her tail down against her pussy lips as hard as she could, Rose bit her lip with a needy sigh, squirming gently as her son continued to nurse from her like nothing out of the ordinary was happening. The doe had told herself that she'd just look, not touch, but her desires were quickly overwhelming her own sense of morality, her snout getting closer and closer to the girth as her nostrils flared to take in the wonderful musky scent. Pressing her nose right up against the member, taking a deep sniff as the fawn’s precum smeared across her muzzle, the feral female shivered, giving a sly smile as she took in the cub's aroma. Rose lovingly continued her tongue bath, though now in a much more lewd state of mind, lapping at his sack as his cock throbbed against her cheek, only growing bigger and stiffer with more naughty fondling. Eager to see if the fawn was as virile as his father, the deer poked her snout under the boy's tail, nuzzling his tongue right up against his pucker and giving it a few licks, occasionally pulling her face out of his rump to see how his manhood throbbed and spilled precum onto his belly. Getting more worked up with every lick she gave, Rose knew she needed to see her little buck getting his first climax, though she'd need to give him a little help since he was still a bit too young to be able to mount. Dragging her tongue up along the entirety of Oak’s shaft, the doe smirked as he let out a small snort, still focusing on gulping down her milk. Opening wide, the doe lined up her lips with the tip of her son's girth, pushing her tongue out as she slowly and carefully swallowed down his long member, letting it glide down towards her throat. Though young, Oak’s male instincts still kicked in very fast, giving a thrust against his mother's muzzle while nursing from her at the same time, driving his dick balls deep into her gullet. Rose felt the fawn throbbing in her throat, spilling ropes of tasty cum in her maw as he came for the very first time, whimpering and huffing quietly as she drank it all down, nursing on his cock just as he was nursing on her. Keeping her muzzle tightly clamped down around the little buck until he was completely drained, Rose let the shaft slip out of her mouth, cum still staining her lips as she nuzzled her head against her son's side, cuddling with the boy she knew would grow up to be a real stud soon enough. 

Spending months with her precious little prince, Rose watched as the buck grew more and more, soon enough looking almost as big as a fully grown deer even though he wasn't even a yearling quite yet. The buck’s antlers had begun to grow as well, mimicking his father's thick and ferocious rack instead of the more slender and graceful antlers that his mother's side of the family grew, already looking like a sizable set even with it just starting to grow in. The doe was also very eagerly following how much her son was growing between his back legs, getting a good measurement of his girth and heft whenever she'd give the buck a tongue bath, something she loved to do on a daily basis, her tongue often straying over to his sheath and sack. Oak didn't think anything about the way his mother would suck and milk him dry, thinking it was just the way does cleaned their fawns, laying back and happily letting the older deer nurse on him all day long, basking in the afterglow of his intense orgasms. The routine of the mother and son pair continued as usual for a while, until that special time of the year came around once more, with Rose beginning to feel her heat creeping on. Moving deeper into the woods over time to keep her buck away from humans, the doe knew that there were quite a few more males around now than during her last heat. Rose only had eyes for one very special male this time around however, having kept a close enough eye on her son to know that he had grown enough to finally properly mount a female. The fawn had left their sleeping spot to go find some food, but Rose was far too needy to wait for him to return, instead putting her nose to the ground as she headed out as well. Hoping to be the very first doe that Oak would claim, the deer trotted along, following the young buck’s familiar scent, tracking him like a male would track a female in heat. 

Reaching up to munch on some fresh budding leaves, Oak suddenly caught a scent in the wind, getting his attention. Most scents would've gotten a skittish beast like him on edge, but this one instead made the growing buck excited, his body responding to it instinctively even if he didn't quite know what it meant. Sniffing the air as his manhood pushed out of his sheath, quickly growing to full girth, the boy turned to see his mother stepping out from beyond the bushes, a sly look on the doe’s face. Noticing that the buck was already getting ready to perform, seemingly needing barely any coaching to do his duty as a male, Rose stepped over to the fawn, watching his snout twitching as she lifted her tail and nuzzled against his neck, 
“I've taught you many things already, but today you will learn the most important thing of all: how to mount a doe~”
Following his nose towards the source of the mouthwatering scent, captivated by it as his dick pulsed and slapped against his belly, Oak stepped behind his mother, eyeing up the pink slit nestled in the patch of white fur at her rump, salivating as he took in the smell of her heat. Leaning down to get an even better whiff, the boy pushed his nose right up against Rose’s slit, huffing as the glistening mound winked and twitched. Instinctively pushing back against the snout rubbing against her pussy, the doe shuddered as she felt her son's tongue on her sensitive lips, squatting down slightly and grinding her backside on the young buck’s face, knowing just how aroused he must be getting from her scent, trying to entice him to go even further. Driven wild by the musk of his mother's heat pressed right against his nose, his dick swinging around rock hard under his belly, Oak lapped at the doe’s cunt, grunting as he allowed his male instincts take over his body. 

Closing her eyes and just focusing on the feel of the fawn’s tongue, Rose shivered as the boy lapped at her pussy, hungrily licking at her folds while his nose rubbed against her tailhole and lips, only getting her even more worked up. Lost in the bliss of the boy's licking, the doe was slightly surprised when he suddenly hopped up on top of her, mounting her with a needy grunt, sounding just like his father the day he was conceived. Quickly steadying herself against the big cub's heft leaning on her back, Rose felt his tip poking at her loins, desperately trying to find a hole to sink himself into, giving a soft, impatient roar as he got into position on his mother's back. Bringing her haunches down and angling her rump a little to try to help the inexperienced fawn with his first time, the deer held her breath as she felt his manhood rubbing up against her slit, just a touch alone forcing a needy bleat from her muzzle, desperate to be bred. Thrusting into the doe the second he heard her bleating, Oak groaned as he sunk balls deep inside of his mom, plunging his dick as far as he could get it, his hips moving as he leaned his chin down against the deer’s back, giving a strained bray. Even at his age, the yearling was still bigger than most adult bucks, only able to ram into Rose so easily thanks to his father being a bit bigger still. Finally able to experience the bliss of her pussy getting gaped wide open once more, the doe let out a loud scream, letting the entire forest know how she was getting pounded raw by her own son, climaxing on the buck’s cock after just a few good thrusts. Even with the doe’s tunnel suddenly clenching down around his shaft, tightening and growing even wetter than before with the deer orgasming from his manhood, Oak kept rutting the female under him, roaring as he fulfilled his duty as a male, his bucking only growing even more intense as he hammered deep into his mother's pussy. 

With the orgasm hitting her hard enough to nearly make her legs buckled out from under her, struggling to hold up her son's weight as she bleated, Rose’s slit twitched around the little buck’s cock, coaxing him to give her what she desired. More than happy to do exactly that, Oak didn't last much longer after his mother finished, planting his girth balls deep inside of her one last time before he came with a grunt, heaving and gasping as his entire body jolted from the intensity of the first rope of cum shooting into her womb. He'd gotten off before, plenty of times, thanks to the doe’s tongue and maw, but none of the previous orgasms had felt anywhere near as incredible as the deer’s tight cunt gripping his cock hard as he pumped out wad after wad of his seed deep inside of her. Loving every second of the sensation just as much as her so was, Rose shivered as she was filled to the brim, right as she had been with the fawn’s father, her stumpy tail wagging as she felt a wave of relief washing over her, her heat almost immediately calming down as soon as she had a load in her. Panting into the doe’s ear as he emptied his balls, feeling a trickle of his cum leaking from her slit and running down his sack, Oak caught his breath, his tail occasionally whipping as he squirmed from his mother's tight pussy squeezing down around him again. After a few minutes, the fawn finally felt his climax coming to an end, slowly pulling out of Rose as he hopped off of her back, staggering for a moment as he stepped back, watching white strands stretching down from the creampied mound. Letting her tail drop back down over her pussy lips, trying to hold in her son's load as best as she could, Rose smiled and gently laid down on the grass, needing more than just a little breather after the hard rutting she'd just gone through. 

Still basking in the afterglow of the breeding, Oak laid down next to his mom, still breathing hard as she nuzzled him gingerly, rubbing her cheek against his as she cooed. Rose knew that she would be pregnant again soon enough, that her son would give her another fawn, that his seed was strong enough to take hold straight away after the first time. Still, the deer could see that Oak wasn't quite satisfied yet, the buck’s erect cock poking out from under his belly and laying on the grass as he rested next to her, so virile that just one go wouldn't be enough to satisfy him. Rose knew that she wasn't quite young enough to keep up with the boy's stamina, afraid that she'd tire out well before he would, but thankfully for the deer she didn't have to take care of him alone. Rose's ears perked up at the sound of another doe giving a lusty bleat somewhere off in the distance, a very young doe by the sounds of it, smirking as she whispered to the young buck, 
“Go, and give her your seed~”
The doe laid back to watch as the ravenous boy jumped up to his feet and ran off, listening with a grin as she heard pained bleats coming from somewhere nearby just a few minutes later. Enjoying the sounds of another doe getting bred by her son, Rose closed her eyes, feeling his cum leaking down her haunches as she giggled, knowing that their lineage was secure.