
 Hunter's Moon
c – Cederwyn Whitefurr (aka: Anthony Wain)
May, 2010
All Rights Reserved


 Palenore sat at his desk, idly twiddling a pen between his fingers, as he watched the clock slowly grind down towards 5pm. It had been a stressful few weeks, with various issues cropping up at the last minute, his boss riding him endlessly for irrelevant updates on the project, and a thousand other things, that just made him want to snap. Busying himself with shuffling paperwork, Palenore signed again and began cleaning up his desk, trying to organise the in-box from the out-box and work out what paperwork belonged to what file.


 He wished this day would end, and finally, hours later, it did. He pushed back his chair, then retrieved his coat from the back of his chair and walked out of the cubicle farm he called his life – or so it felt anyway. He had been looking forwards to this hunting trip for months, the last great hunt before the season ended for another year, and this year – he was positive he was going to bag himself a Buck – preferably, one he could be proud of, and proudly show off pictures to his friends. Indeed, the weather forecast for the weekend promised clear skies and moderate temperatures, so he wouldn't need to pack extra clothing and supplies. No. He preferred to hunt with as minimal equipment as necessary, relying more on his woods-lore and skill, than on lures, scents and gods knew what else other hunters employed – albeit, he thought in hindsight, most of them, when they reported in to the Rangers station at the end of the weekends hunt – were successful...whilst often, he was not.


 Exchanging inane pleasantries with his fellow co-workers, Palenore sighed, placed his hat on his head and stepped into the elevator, which would take him to the basement, and from there, home...


*


 Next day, he received his hunting permit from the Ranger station, paid his fees and filled in a mountain of paperwork, then studied the allocated hunting maps, before choosing his preferred place.  Finally, decked out in his bright orange hunting vests, his heavy pack, and rifle (with bolt removed) slung over over one shoulder, he locked his car and headed off into the woods, to prepare to just forget about work – and relax – preferably by hunting Whitetail deer.


*


 Three hours of walking game trails, stalking and observing, he finally sighted his quarry – it was a beautiful young Buck, his four pointed antler brushing against the scrub as it rubbed an itch on its head, and Palenore crouched down, hidden well behind a small patch of brush. He brought his rifle up, ever so slowly poking it through the leaves, being as careful as he could – so as not to startle the buck. He remembered everything his father had taught him about hunting, how to stalk, where to shoot for a clean kill, and how to hold and fire the rifle.  Now, all his fathers training come back to him, as he sighted in, then his finger lightly touched he trigger and he began to squeeze...


 A twig snapped and the buck's head shot up, before he turned and vanished in the blink of an eye into the forest – only the white 'flag' of his tail visible,then Palenore began to turn – and he had a second to see the black cloven hooves, then the furred ankles and then the dark, mottled trousers – before a rifle butt crashed down onto his head, and consciousness fled, plunging him into darkness...


*


 Conciousness returned slowly, and as he groaned and tried to move, he felt some tight restraints binding him – then as his vision cleared, he realised he was tied like one would tie a shot deer – and was hanging upside down, from a thick beam above his feet. He struggled and moaned, his head feeling like it was splitting in two, then heard the creaking ropes, and felt them tighten to an almost excruciating tension around his wrists and ankles. Twisting himself about like a strangling fish, he looked about at the room in which he hung, then down at the packed earth floor – and felt his blood turn to ice water.


 Hanging nearby, was a wide assortment of knives, saws and other unidentifiable instruments, which he assumed, was for butchering carcases – and as he involuntarily began to scream in horror, he saw the thick groove dug into the floor – and he realised what it was – it was a blood channel, designed to capture the blood of an animal, and drain it away to a nearby grating, he saw several feet away.  Dried blood and other things he didn't wish to think about, lay in spatters across the floor and he began screaming hysterically, fear overriding every other emotion – as he realised his worst fears – it wasn't a deer that was to be slaughtered and butchered here – it was him!


 Creaking stairs behind him made him stop his hysterical screaming, and he twisted and struggled futilely, only tightening the ropes that bound him. He heard soft footsteps approaching, then someone touched his back – and he screamed again – thinking some sick, twisted woodsman was coming to start the grisly work – which would end Palenore's existence.  He was spun about, then saw the black, cloven hooves, the pale tan fur, and as he struggled to lift his head – he blinked and looked again, thinking he must be drugged – as this..this thing...had the hooves, lower legs and musculature of a deer – right down to the fur – then when it touched him on the thigh, he shrieked and began violently struggling.


 “If you know what's good for you,” Come a sibilant whisper, the voice definitely female. “I wouldn't cry out so...”


 Palenore forced his upper body to twist upwards, and he stared at the strangest creature he'd ever seen in his life. For it stood five feet, two inches tall, covered in a soft, light buff colour fur, with a pair of old, cut off jeans which started midway up its thighs and covered its waist – then a deerskin shirt, obviously home made – then as he looked up further, he saw what his mind refused to believe – that this...beast...was in fact – a human-like Whitetail Doe. She glanced down her muzzle at him, her dark, soulful eyes looking sad, before she gently placed a furred paw on his thigh – and he saw the black, hooflets at the ends of her fingers.


 “No...it...its not possible...” Palenore gasped, his mind reeling. “You...its a joke – a...a cruel and sadistic joke – its a costume...I...I know it is!”


 She frowned, then smiled shyly, before kneeling down and grasping his head between her slender paws – and he moaned and thrashed in her grasp, until she growled menacingly, her sweet, gentle and demure look, turning hungry and predatorial.


 “I...am not...” She hissed, her warm breath washing over him.  “Whatever...you think I am. This is no joke...human – and you will do well, if you silence your pitiful bleating, before my father comes down here – and silences it for you!”


 He sobbed and squeezed his eyes tightly closed, thinking this was some, sick, twisted joke, but she sighed and caressed his forehead, wiping away the congealed blood, which she looked at, then picked up a cloth and wiped her furred paws on it.


 “Now,” She whispered, her ears folding back and she smiled shyly at him, her mood change from aggressive and violent, scaring him more than her unnatural appearance.  “Father...isn't home at the moment, he's off...hunting...”


 Palenore moaned softly, keeping his eyes tightly closed.


 “So – you're all mine...at least, until father comes home. I...do apologise, for the rather unpleasant circumstances – but..well...we need to eat, and I promise, I'll make him kill you quickly human – you won't suffer...well – I hope you won't. Do not try to fight when he comes, as you'll only make him angry – and...well – you wouldn't like that....” She spoke, lightly caressing his cheek with her furred paw, speaking calmly and placidly, almost like she was discussing the weather, or some other inane topic – rather than turning him into the next weeks dinner.


 She smiled at him, the black band just below her nostrils twitching, as she reached out and stroked his chest. Palenore moaned and shivered, then screamed and tried to pull away from her – with sudden fury, she grabbed his shirt and tore it to shreds, her hooflets scraping from his belly to his chest and drawing blood, as she shredded the shirt and snarled, then grasped him by the throat – and with terrifying power, that was deceptive for her slender looking form, she squeezed and pulled him half-way up, strangling him and making him look into her eyes, as he thrashed and gurgled.


 “I warned you - “ She snarled, revealing long canines, as her lips pulled back and she shuddered, then drew a shuddering breath, before she released him and he swung back down, the rope creaking and his body twirling.


 She stepped away, turning her back and he got a brief glimpse of her frizzled tear-drop shaped tail, before she turned back and smoothed down the rumpled deerskin shirt she wore, then sighed and seemed to regain her self-control.  Her nostrils twitched as she smelt the blood, before she stepped closer and almost like a lovers caress, she reached out a paw and trailed her fingers through the blood – before she stuck them into her muzzle and sucked them, sighing in pleasure, almost as a person would savour the flavour of a fine wine.


 “Please human - “ She whispered, all trace of violence and aggressive behaviour gone, as suddenly as it come.  “Please – do not...make me angry – I...I do not like being angry and violent....”


 “What...what the fuck are you!” Palenore moaned, his throat burning, as the Doe's fingerprints left dark, angry marks on his throat.


 “What am I?” She ashed, then touched a furred paw to her breast, her eyes widening.  “I am – the one, who, may – and I emphasise that – may – be the one to save you....”


 “Please...for the love of God – please let me go – I...I won't tell anyone a word – about...about you...about this...” Palenore begged, then began sobbing piteously, his mind overcome with pain, grief and struggling to hold to his sanity.


 She smiled at him, then stepped closer and began slowly licking at the blood rivulets that trickled down his chest. Her tongue was the smoothest thing he'd ever felt, so sensual as she licked first one nipple, then the other, before sliding her muzzle up towards his groin, following the blood rivulets. Palenore gasped and flinched, both excited and horrified at her attentions, yet she ignored his pleading, as she closed her eyes and kept licking. For fifteen minutes, she licked away the salty, coppery blood – before she sighed in pleasure and looked down at him. Palenore had inadvertently reacted to her warm, slippery tongue – and despite his efforts to block the undeniable sensations the licking had brought – his torn and ragged jeans showed a distinctive bulge.


 She stopped, then looked down at him, before she wrinkled her black nostrils and sniffed, her eyes widening and a smile touching her lips. She stroked his cheek with a velvety paw and smiled down at him, before she turned away and walked over to the rack, then stood there for a few minutes, her furred fingers sliding over the assorted butchering knives – her hooflets clicking against the handles, before she chose one, then turned back around and slowly come nearer, her muzzle curling into an unmistakable smile.


 “Oh God...no...please...please...don't – I beg of you - “ Palenore screamed, then began thrashing helplessly in the ropes.


 She seized him by the throat, then began squeezing, her eyes narrowing into cruel, malicious look of anger, as she held the knife before his eyes, watching as he gagged and choked.


 “Stop struggling – or I might...slip – this knife is sharp - “ She growled dangerously.


 She slowly ran it long his chest, and he felt the razor-sharp edge shaving hair as easily as he'd blow a feather off his palm, and she released him and stood patiently, as he coughed and retched, then tried his best to stop his trembling.  Once she was satisfied, she slipped the knife between his belt and jeans – and with a quick flick of her wrist – severed the belt and pulled it free, before throwing it to the floor. She rested her paw on his groin, and he moaned and twitched, before she sighed and looked down, then smiled with a cruel, predatory look – which froze his blood.


 Sliding it between his trembling skin and the jeans he wore, she sliced effortlessly from waist to ankles, then walked around to the other side and repeated the process, before tucking the blade into a waist sheath she wore, and tearing his jeans and underwear off in one sharp tug.  He hung upside down, feeling his now freed erection flick and tremble – as his mind conjured up terrifying images, of what this...creature...was capable of – or could do.  She glanced at his impressive length, then cupped it lightly in one paw, and sensuously began caressing and stroking, watching his face as desire fought with abject horror and loathing.  Using the webbing between her thumb and forefinger, she cupped her fingers around his penis, then began sensuously masturbating him – the webbing rubbing with such incredible pleasure, over and behind the head, he thought he'd surely reach orgasm right then and there.


 Hearing his frightened, but also very aroused groans, she smirked and lowered her head, lifting his penis in her paw – and then licked the head, before feeling him tremble and gasp.


 “Oh, you liked that – did you?” She moaned, her own arousal quickly coming to the fore.


 Again, she used her long, supple tongue – and Palenore gasped and twitched helplessly – feeling the blood rushing to his head and making him light-headed. He was caught between heaven and hell – the fear that this...beast...could – and probably would – kill him, yet her touch and her tongue – oh god – her tongue...it was beyond anything he could ever have imagined.
 
 “Please...please don't...I...what...what do you...oh God...no...NO!” Palenore shrieked, as she smiled at him, then took a firm grasp of his shivering member – and drew it into her muzzle.


 Her hot breath against the sensitive flesh, her tongue that seemed to slide over, around and down his length – it was almost too much to bear. Her skilled paw circled the base of his penis, and began to squeeze firmer and firmer, as she lifted her muzzle and lipped at the tip of his penis, her tongue flicking over and around it – before teasing the sensitive slit – and she groaned in pleasure, before sliding her muzzle back down – until her cold,wet nose brushed against his pubic hair.


 For only a few minutes, that to Palenore, felt like an eternity, she pleasured him orally, before she stopped and resumed tenderly masturbating him, her eyes sparkling with cruelty and mischief.


 “Now...listen to me...human - “ She whispered, as she smiled and revealed her long, sharp canines.


 Her paw squeezed his shaft, and he grunted, then snapped his eyes open to look up at her as best he could.


 “I am...going to do things...to you – wether you please me...or make me mad with you – will...depend on you. Oh, don't misunderstand me – I've...had experiences – your little mind, can not even begin to imagine. Now, if you dare, even a single drop, try to reach orgasm before I say you may...you will...well – you will not like the consequences. Now, remember that well...obey me, and I will show you pleasure beyond anything any...human...woman could hope to achieve. Do you understand...or do I need...to give you an object lesson?”  She smiled cruelly, her eyes narrowing and she revealed those canines again, making her point.


 “I...please...please don't...I'll...I'll try to be good...I promise!”  Palenore stammered, as he squeezed his eyes closed and began sobbing helplessly.


 She smiled at him, then bent her muzzle and once again, her tongue tickled the sensitive slit of his penis – before she worked her way slowly down, her cheeks hollowing with each upwards stroke, and billowing as she pushed her muzzle back down – her tongue slurping wetly along his length. True to his word, Palenore resisted countless urges to release himself within her talented muzzle, and the growing ache in his scrotum became an unimaginable agony. For over an hour, the Doe suckled him, every so often nipping his penis with her teeth, reminding him, that she was fully aware of his growing torture.


 “Please mistress...I...I can't take any-more!” Palenore shrieked, then realising the danger he put himself in, he shut his mouth with a snap.


 Far from being angry with him, the Doe merely frizzled her tail and gave a few final slurps, before she stopped and resumed stroking his aching testicles, using her hooflets to lightly scratch the tender flesh.


 “Good - “ She smiled, then licked her lips and looked down at him.  “You're learning your place already – very good....


 Her left hoof moved against the floor, then he suddenly screamed as the rope unwound from some pulley up in the ceiling, and he crashed heavily to the ground, his head making a sickening smacking sound, which left him barely conscious. Once again, the doe showed such impossible strength, as she slipped her paws under his knees and his shoulders – then grunted and lifted him up and then bodily slammed him down on to a table, where she rolled him over and severed the rope from his wrists and ankles-  and before he could even think of trying to escape – she slapped metal manacles around his ankles and wrists – and stepped on something below the table, then Palenore gasped, as he felt gears and cogs meshing beneath the table – and his restraints grew almost tight enough to crush bone. His captor looked down at him, then sighed and slightly relieved the pressure, allowing restricted, but sufficient, blood flow to reach his hands and feet.


 Again she smiled down at him, then touched another control, and his arms and legs were pulled apart to far edges of the table, leaving him spread-eagled and helpless. Checking the restraints once more, the Doe merely looked down at him, then smiled – before licking his cheek and shivering with her obvious arousal.


 “Now - “ She smirked, as she flexed her back muscles, using her paws to pull her doe-skin shirt up over her head, then slid her paws down and her torn and ragged trousers joined the shirt on the floor.  “Rememebr what I told you human, please me...and I will be very happy with you, upset me – and...well – do I really need to explain what will happen?”


 “No...no mistress...I...I understand...” Palenore wept.


 With slow, teasing motions, the young Doe straddled herself over Palenore's groin – then holding his trembling length in one paw – she guided it under her tail, then teasily rubbed her puckered sphincter against the head of his penis – before she moaned quietly, and lowered her hips – starting to slide him inside her.


 Palenore shrieked, unable to withstand the incredible warmth and surprising tightness of this strange Doe, as she gasped and pushed her hips down a little harder, sliding him deeper and deeper, as she leant down, bracing her paws either side of his head and beginging a sensual rocking motion, until she had finally gotten him completely within her. Pelenore's mind surged with all sorts of terrible images, as he tried to block out the agony from his tortured testicles – that wanted nothing more, than to ejaculate again and again, inside this Doe – and as she squeezed her vaginal muscles teasingly, the blocking thoughts grew increasingly harder to conjure up.


 He looked up at her, watching her creamy furred breasts shake and jiggle – the dark nipples poking shyly through the fur, as she tilted her head back and began gasping in pleasure, her hooflets scratching at the table beside Palenore's ears. Again and again, she pulled herself up and off him, only to contract her muscles, and slide herself back down onto him, hearing Pelenore's anquished screams – the ache in his groin reaching such a level of pain, yet the pleasure was just as much in the opposite.


 “Now...you begin...to understand - “ Whispered the Doe, as she lowered herself down, pressing her furred body against his human skin.  “How pain and pleasure – can exist, indivisiable – you...please me human – you have control – not much...but more than the...last...ones who father brought home. I will ask he spare you – for the moment at least...as you are...quite...enjoyable indeed. Father...will like you – I'm sure....”


 Palenore's eyes widened in terror, as he suddenly realised the Doe's meaning behind her words, and he began to struggle helplessly beneath her, making her look down as she braced herself over him, and began rocking harder and harder, her cruel, malicious laughter ringing in his ears, as she began slamming her hips against his....


To Be Continued....