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Always he would pick a mate to carry on the next bloodline, but on this occasion, the Prince found someone much more fitting, despite a few obstacles in the way.\n\n------------\n\nHello all, here's a new commission, part 1 of 2 from an anonymous client with a rather fun idea involving everyone's favourite twinky boy deer. Hope you all enjoy!\n\nBambi copyrighted to Disney", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Deep in the woods, there lives a tribe ruled by the Great Prince.  Always he would pick a mate to carry on the next bloodline, but on this occasion, the Prince found someone much more fitting, despite a few obstacles in the way.

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Hello all, here's a new commission, part 1 of 2 from an anonymous client with a rather fun idea involving everyone's favourite twinky boy deer.  Hope you all enjoy!

Bambi copyrighted to Disney", "writing": "Deep in the forests of Saltenwalde, there lived an Old Prince. A strident magnificent roe deer with a crown of antlers, long smooth ochre fur and a woven tunic of the finest moss. The cervines had lived in the woods for centuries, where families built stone houses and had few dreams in life beyond the reach of the trees. In the midst of their food gathering, weapon-crafting and cloth-weaving, there was no greater aspiration than being bred by the Prince's sons. Except for one.\nWhilst on his sojourn where his subjects bowed to him and offered the finest of fabrics, he noticed his youngest child aging differently than the others. Whereas his other sons grew stronger and tougher, with antlers twisting out of bumps, this one boy became softer and wider in the hips. His arms turned thin and his voice was gentle, almost like that of a doe.\nPerhaps he grew later than the others, the Prince thought, took more time to lose the baby fat as some fawns were wont to. But the boy only grew more feminine, and worse still his father saw him less as a son, and more as something else. Such beautiful brown eyes just like his mother, such slender body and curvaceous rear with a twitching little tail.\n \"A penny-bark for your thoughts, sire?\"\nDeep in the fog of the forest's centre, there laid an old fort that twisted round in a circular spiral, almost mimicking a stone tree. The tower topped just below the canopy, as inside there laid a throne covered in thick wolf pelt, upon which the Prince sat. He was older than most, yet his good breeding gave him an exceptional body of muscle, brawny and robust like a middleweight boxer with a silvery chest and greying biceps.\nAs he sat on his throne, the Prince tented his fingers with a piercing stare. Beside him was his most treasured concubine, Netta the Elder who had once been the jewel of the woods. Now she was haggard with a bent back, ears drooping like her thin-sack belly beneath a jade gown.\n \"Something troubles you.\"\n \"Am I that obvious?\" his voice rumbled.\n \"Thirty years have taught me everything about you.\" She bowed. \"Tell me.\"\n \"...the boy without his mother.\" He stood up from his seat. \"He ages like a female. He haunts me.\"\n \"Twas a tragic end, a harsh winter of hunts. Is this guilt, sire?\"\n \"No. I accepted her sacrifice. Somehow he has too, for such a sensitive child.\"\n \"Your bloodline strengthens him,\" Netta shuffled up to him, \"his mind is hardened by Die Adelwalde.\"\n \"It will have to be.\" He stepped over to the window to survey his kingdom. \"Twill not do to have him mocked for his effeminance.\"\n \"A noble son of the Prince,\" she put a hand on his, \"you are not normally this concerned towards one of your own.\"\n \"He is different,\" the stag shook his head, \"I do not like different. The winds must change and so too the leaves but not us. Not this kingdom.\"\n \"Then perhaps you should change yourself. Change before the world, and it shall change with you, not against you.\"\n \"Hmhmhm...wise Netta,\" he kissed her head, \"your mind remains fertile long after your womb.\"\n \"Ohohoh, sire!\" she batted him gently. \"That hardly ever stopped you in our private nights.\"\n \"Mmmmm...and it won't stop me now.\"\nA smile of lust crept over as he pulled her close and savoured her sweet aged leathery lips. But despite her wondrous body still able to please him in all the right ways, the Prince was still plagued by strange thoughts of that singular boy. Even though he had no obligation to be with children, for in his tribe it was the mother's duty whilst he protected them, he could not stop himself from spying on the youth. He was not the only one.\nOn a rare clear morn in the Saltenwalde, he saw the youth heading off to a quiet part of the river. A small, secluded cave near the littlest waterfall, it was usually a place of respite for travellers needing to silence the noise in their blood. But here the Prince heard an unusual panting, a sotto voce of a fawn being bred.\nHe turned the corner to find that same boy, bent over against the rocks and naked as the day he was born. He was even more beautiful than the stag expected, his heart clutching in panic as his lustful instinct jumped at the sight. Such brazen elegance, such nubile joy as he whimpered with glee. Even the fawn pounding him from behind had the sense to wear clothing.\n \"A-AAAH! Aaaah!\"\n \"MMMMPH, h-hah, damn you're such a tight doe.\"\n \"Th-thank you,\" the youth whimpered, \"please, harder, breed me!\"\n \"Ohh I'll breed you good alright,\" the dominant youth slapped his hips, \"you'll carry my fawns like a proper bitch.\"\nThe stag trembled with fury at such indecency. At first he thought it was the fact two boys were wasting their seed rather than finding suitable girls, but something else took him instead. Envy. Raw, burning envy at such a beautiful thing being spoilt by a lesser buck, who dared to pound that rear with a clapping of thighs. Then they started to cum with a shivering bray, the smacking hips turning wetter with a squirting white down their legs.\n \"[b]BOY![/b]\"\n \"SH-SHIT!\"\nThe boy on top staggered back into the stream, splashing hard and scrabbling away before he could be spotted. But the one who was bred kept tight to the rock, shivering with fear and knowing he was caught with a line of semen dripping down his cheeks. The stag approached with thundering hooves that stomped craters into the water, his eyes like a vengeful god that the youth squirmed beneath.\n \"What. Have you done to yourself.\"\n \"I-i-i, I,\" the boy shivered, standing up, \"s-sire, I'm sorry, I-i-i was jus-\"\n \"Debasing yourself. A boy of my nobility, a BOY who was meant for succession.\"\n \"I'm sorry! P-please, don't hurt me, I won't do it again!\"\n \"What is your name?\"\n \"B-...B-bambi.\"\nUp close the child was just like his mother, straight down to the curves of his sweet bottom. The Old Prince flared his nostrils, smelling Bambi's arousal mixed with the one who bred him. His tunic swelled between his legs as a searing roar swelled in his brain, a latent urge of a deep primal instinct that he attempted to fight. But why should he? This was his son, yes, but his manner and want demanded otherwise. Would it be truly wrong if his own father was the one tutoring him?\n \"You wish to be a doe, yes?\" he grabbed Bambi's shoulder. \"You hunger for males to breed you like a mother-to-be?\"\n \"U-uhhh...\" his face looked down in shameful admittance. \"Forgive me, sire.\"\n \"Tell me. The truth. You are yet thirteen, and you yearn to be bred.\"\n \"Yes! Yes, I...I do, I love...I-i love feeling the stags hold me, kiss me when they rut me, and treat me like a doe because I...because I-\"\n \"Are a worthless excuse of a boy.\" The stag grinned oddly. \"But since you desire not to be, perhaps we can fix this.\"\n \"Really?\" the child looked up with hopeful gasp. \"Tell me, t-tell me, I want to fix it!\"\n \"Become my new wife.\"\nBambi's eyes widened as he struggled to parse this. His father's hand slid down his side, wrapping round the waist and pulling him close with a smile.\n \"Tis my right as the one who made you, to direct your course in life. Since you yearn to be endowed with fawns, then that is what you shall be.\"\n \"But...b-b-but...really?!\"\n \"Unless you would rather stop,\" he squeezed the youth's hand, \"if you cannot control your urges, you are better off in my care as a new wife. We will officiate a ceremony, you shall live with me, and in future, you will ONLY be bred by me.\"\n \"You...you want me, s-sire?\" Bambi blushed with a giddy grin. \"But I'm a boy, I-i can't be a wife.\"\n \"That is why you will no longer be considered one.\"\nThe boy's eyes roved down towards that swelling crotch as his heart beat faster, his fingers crept with need and his ass still dripped with cum. He had never expected to be wed to the Prince, but something pulled him back with a tempestuous fear.\n \"I...I'm honoured, sir, but I don't think I can be your wife.\"\n \"That was not a request.\" The Prince gripped his neck. \"First I must wash away the scent of the unworthy.\"\n \"Wh-...what?\"\nHe bent the boy back over the rock and stepped behind him, startling the youth who trembled at the feel of a familiar thickness to his rump. His father shuffled down the shorts of his tunic, and pressed his already-hard member to the dripping taint.\n \"WHA, what are you doing?!\"\n \"Breeding my new wife,\" hissed the stag, \"do you reject me?! Shall I drown you here and sever the weak from my herd?!\"\n \"No, n-no!\" Bambi whimpered. \"Please sire, don't hurt me!\"\n \"Then spread yourself and thank me.\"\n \"I...I-i-i, AAAH!\"\n \"SPREAD yourself, and thank me, as a doe should.\"\n \"N-nnngh...tha-...thank you.\" He widened his legs and lifted his little tail. \"Thank you, sire.\"\nThe stag smiled as he thrust himself inside the boy. Bambi squeaked at the spreading of his rear, the thickest cock he had known and ever would as his previous male helped lubricate his depths. The Prince shuddered at the cum swirling around his shaft, driving firm into the hilt as the youth squealed and panted with growing pain.\nAt first he struggled with gasping sobs from the heat of the Prince's spear, so much stronger than the other boys and yet with a clear sense of restraint in his embrace. The chief bucked his thighs to gape the rear wider, his beastly grunts clouding Bambi's ears as he shivered and spurted from his own much smaller cock against the rock.\n \"NNNNGH...ohhh...s-such...haaaah...so this is why.\"\n \"M-MMMMHH, AAAAH!\"\n \"You did not fail out of weakness...you are just naturally weak. A body so subservient...that hungers for the stag.\"\n \"A-AAAH! S-SIR PLEASE, I-IT HURTS!\"\n \"But you love it.\" He bent close to the boy's cheek. \"I can smell your bliss, you relish it, you wish to be bred rough.\"\n \"M-MMMHH, MMMMNNGH!\"\n \"So be a good doe, and take it without quarrel.\"\nHe kissed Bambi's face and rutted him deeper, hilting at last with heavy plaps of his furry ball sack. The fawn felt his own little testes being whipped by his father's, stinging with each slap as he squinted through his tears and throbbed from his little lance. He sputtered his pre down into the water, his whimpers reaching higher with each smack of the Prince's hips.\nHis swollen girth grinded on the soft folds, reaming his son ever wider until the pain began to fade and pleasure soon kicked in. The Prince bent over him fully, licking the back of the child's neck and huffing on his fur with a full hilt of his sword. The stag groaned in wonder at the perfect rear, so supple and sweet and clenching in all the right ways.\nPent-up as he was he did not last for long, desperate to breed his new charge whose whimpers excited him, whose body enticed him and whose eyes entranced him. They soon kissed on the lips, when the Prince wrenched his head round to shove his tongue in the boy's maw. The fawn struggled briefly, pushing back his advances with a squeal that rumbled down the stag's throat. But the longer he was fucked, the more docile he became when his master grinded against his prostate, ever closer to their climax.\nHe ramped up his speed with gusto, fucking the boy's fluffy hole and punching the breath from his lungs into his own. Bambi squeaked with each clap and soon he came without realising, his pathetic seed drooling into the river. The great stag then flooded his depths with a rumbling joy, pumping his holy seed into the child who felt his gut start to swell. Never had he been so bred in his life, to the point the cum spurted out of his ass and smothered his furry cheeks.\n \"Mmmmph...by the gods,\" hissed the Prince, \"a truly divine body for such a youth.\"\nHe pulled himself free with a shlorp, drooling a hot line of white jizz between cock and rear. The child whimpered with tearful eyes and an attempted grin, his mind frazzled between shame and bliss as he twitched his gaping pucker.\n \"Tha...thank you sir. Am I free to go?\"\n \"No.\" He gripped the boy's hand. \"Now, we return home, so I may induct you in the ways of a bride.\"\n\nIn the history of the Saltenwalde, there had never been such a bizarre ceremony. The Prince taking a child not yet matured had been one thing, a preamble to adulthood for a fast-developing doe. But to take a boy for a wife was entirely different, as the tribe came out for the union a few weeks after the Prince had consummated him.\nThe blacksmiths hammered stone rings and necklaces, whilst weavers made the new bride a dress and a banquet was set up full of fruits and berries. It was a joyous day nonetheless, as children danced in honour of the forest gods and elders rambled stories to each other.\nThe centre of the village was where the union was made, for Bambi to be dressed in a white-feathered gown with a laurel wreath on his head. His husband and father wore a silver robe from wolfskin, with Netta as the priest in a flower-filled dress.\n \"By the blessings of the spirits!\" she proclaimed. \"Die Adelwalde finds a new tether to the future! A child becometh a wife, a doe...who carries his young.\"\nThe clan looked to each other with growing concern at these words, but the stag's look silenced them. They forced themselves to cheer, whilst the children were too innocent to understand and raised their hands in earnest.\n \"Bambi,\" she took his hand, \"do you swear fealty and love to your Prince, for everlasting peace to our woods?\"\n \"I...I do,\" the boy nodded, twisting his hoof in the dirt.\n \"Then by the grace of the heavens, by the sun's grin and the moon's dowry, I conjoin thee together as wife and sire. You may now seal this truth.\"\nAn ovation rocked the town as the Prince took his wife, pulling him close for a deep kiss as Bambi whimpered in glee. His father's breath filled his lungs as their hands wrapped round each other, their crotches grinding together before the Prince picked him up. The boy squeaked like a girl, blushing more in his powerful arms as the stag carried him off to his fort.\nThrough the ancient halls of stone where rugs and carpets spread on the floor, he took his new wife beyond the throne room to his personal quarters. Corridors of runic tapestries stretched before Bambi, who had never seen the fort beyond the seat of his master. In one room was a gorgeous four-poster bed with red satin sheets and pillows stuffed with fine feathers. Dressers and a full-body mirror stood opposite for the boy to see himself being thrown on the bed.\n \"As my new mate,\" began the Prince, \"you will be expected to please me whenever I wish. You will also be expected to assist in food preparation, laundry and cleaning.\"\n \"Yes, sire,\" the boy sat up, still in his bridal gown, \"do you...do you want me to do anything for you?\"\n \"In a moment. Settle yourself here, this room is ours and your dresser is there for any of your belongings.\"\n \"I...I don't have any.\"\n \"That is fine. I will speak with my head doe, if you require anything, speak to the guards, but do not leave the castle.\"\n \"Yes, sire.\" Bambi saluted. \"Thank you...but I'm still confused, why did you take me when I...I'm not female?\"\n \"Your manner says different,\" the Prince stepped to the door, \"your body and ways are nothing like a buck, and so I will not treat you as one.\"\n \"Y-...yes, father.\"\nThe prince stepped out of the room to find Netta, who was just returning from the ceremony and dancing to herself in the main hall. The robe of flowers twirled behind her hooves as she did a little waltz, humming an old song before she caught sight of him.\n \"Someone enjoyed themselves.\"\n \"Ohhh, yes dear Prince,\" she cavorted towards him, \"this dress makes me feel always ten years younger, the scent of honeysuckle does something to me.\"\n \"You were radiant...you did well preparing the village.\"\n \"It took some doing,\" she bowed, \"but everyone understands now that this is more of a symbolic gesture. But I must confess I still do not understand your motive here in taking this boy.\"\n \"He was debasing himself, the stag crossed his arms, \"prostrate before a boy who took him like a doe.\"\n \"He would hardly be the first, when children come of age they always discover their bodies first.\"\n \"But this was different. He whored himself, his body is far too thin, he would never grow to be a stag! I cannot have one of my own sons being so flagrant, so effeminate, so-\"\n \"Desirable?\"\nHer eyes pierced through his as the Prince stuttered. His fist trembled in outrage, but she knew that he would never raise a hand to her.\n \"Whatever your reason, the folk will understand,\" said Netta, \"you have ruled over us well for many moons.\"\n \"And yet, you spoke true,\" he sneered, \"they will see my marriage as one of lust.\"\n \"And is it not?\"\n \"...I must set an example. I must show credence, intelligence, something divergent. I take the boy for a wife, what does a wife do? She provides children.\"\n \"You know well as I do a boy cannot birth,\" she chuckled, walking past, \"not unless you were a witch.\"\n \"A witch, you say?\" He grabbed her shoulder. \"What do you mean?\"\n \"Ohohoh no, it's silly, besides you wouldn't dare-\"\n \"I decide what is silly. Tell me, of this witch.\"\nThe look in his eyes hardened with a terrible intrigue she had never seen before. His fingers tightened as a whisper of promise filled his senses.\n\nAs his new master spoke with Netta, Bambi kicked his hooves off the side of the bed. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of excitement as he tried to settle into his new life, still befuddled by how the Prince was treating him. He had given him lavish adoration, despite constant remarks at his wilted masculinity. He stepped out of his new room room where a guard stood waiting, a gorgeous stag of pale russet with leather armours.\n \"Um, excuse me,\" the boy waved, \"can I see the kitchen? I'm hungry.\"\n \"Of course,\" the adult bowed, \"come this way.\"\n \"How long have you been here?\" they started walking.\n \"Ten years. The Prince is a great noble, you are very fortunate.\"\n \"I...I hope so. It's so exciting but so strange, I-i never thought I'd be a...a wife.\"\n \"The Prince's judgment is pure. He clearly saw something in you that was worth his seed, regardless of gender.\"\n \"But I...but wives need to give children, right?\" Bambi cocked his head. \"How can I do that?\"\n \"I am but a guard, young mistress,\" he bowed once more, \"I cannot speak on behalf of the Prince.\"\nFor the next few day the boy was introduced to the rest of the castle. The guards called him \"mistress\" and the cooks were happy to feed him, the head chef especially fond of pinching the wife's cheeks and feeding him plenty berries. Yet he never put on weight, his body always slender and smooth whether by natural metabolism, or his master's ruthless breeding.\nServants would whisper things about the boy, his shy yet sweet demeanour enchanting them in more ways than one. Guards would try not to speak foul of him, but in his gown that hiked up the rear, it made many males of the castle stiffen with jealous desire. And more than most of the staff would see Bambi's rear dripping with seed as he walked the halls in a new pale tunic, made more accessible whilst retaining his bridal essence.\n \"Now, thread it here,\" said the weaver, \"and then you route it back.\"\n \"Okay-ow!\" Bambi winced, pricking his thumb. \"This is hard.\"\n \"I know dear, wives always work the hardest in any family.\"\n \"I don't know if I can even be one, miss.\"\n \"The Prince wedded you, he must know you'll make a good one. Never had a boy for a wife but you must be special.\"\n \"I never felt special...\"\nThe doe patted him with calloused fingers, a thousand bumps from tiny pricks as her snout creased a grin at him. They sat in a room full of linen, the smell of dust and leaves filling their nostrils as other young maidens washed sheets in their buckets.\n \"The Prince will make sure you live your fullest life,\" the matron stroked his arm, \"s'not about what you are but WHO you be.\"\n \"I...I know why he picked me,\" Bambi drooped his ears, \"because he wanted me. And I like being in bed with him, he...he's really warm, and he waits for me, and he...he breeds me really good.\"\n \"And that's a great honour!\" she went back to threading the cloth. \"He don't just pick anyone willy-nilly oooh no, he only chooses the finest does with the best breeding!\"\n \"Or those he can breed best,\" another doe winked at him, \"you've got a figure my girls would envy.\"\n \"Tamsin, don't tease him!\"\n \"I'm right, aren't I? Sweet little boy's making the rest of us look like cracked leather.\"\n \"I, I'm sorry!\" the boy blustered covering his face. \"I didn't mean-\"\n \"Oh pshhhh it was a joke,\" Tamsin rolled her eyes, \"don't be so sensitive, enjoy your new life!\"\n \"Agreed,\" the matriarch finished her cloth, \"now, let's start on the next one.\"\nBambi continued his training, learning to cook, clean and sew between sessions with the Prince. Then came the day he would leave with his master, setting out on a long journey to the west with two guards attending. The wolves were not present at this time of year, but one could not take chances, as they marched into the swamps near the Ridge of Bones.\nThrough the dark and misty bog they crept over wooden planks, an icy chill round their hooves as the deep croak of frogs echoed through the glade. Bambi tightened his cloak and shivered close to his Prince when they approached a sinister hut wreathed in bones. The skulls and ribs of many animals decorated the sides, their eyes hollow yet piercing through their souls.\n \"Wait here,\" the stag ordered the troops, \"Bambi, come with.\"\n \"U-uhm, yes sir.\" He shuffled forth. \"What is this place?\"\n \"The place you shall earn your destiny. We will make you a perfect wife, through this sorceress.\"\n \"M-...magic? I heard stories but, mother told me she only kidnapped bad fawns.\"\n \"[i]Is that so?[/i]\"\nA ragged shambling came from the hut as they put up their fists, except the boy who cowered behind the Prince. They saw a strange entity, a bizarre apparition that seemed to resemble a deer, but was so thick with feathers it was hard to tell. She wore two deer skulls on top of each other, and every step she made sounded like the dead were walking.\n \"[i]Whomst approaches my lair?[/i]\"\n \"The Prince of Die Adelwalde,\" the stag crossed his arms, \"you are the Witch of Bones?\"\n \"[i]I have many names. What use would a noble have for me?[/i]\"\n \"I have a wife with a certain issue,\" he pushed Bambi forth, \"I have heard tell you can change bucks into does.\"\n \"[i]Not exactly.[/i]\" Her withered voice trickled from her skulls. \"[i]Once, there was a house without does. The king had lost his wife, and no daughters to succeed his bloodline. In desperation, he searched for the dark magics, the ancient and unknowing that lurks beneath the roots. There, he learned how to bring the gift of life to males.[/i]\"\n \"What?\" the new wife gasped, gently approaching. \"You can really...make boys have children?\"\n \"[i]Tis a strange and wondrous thing,[/i]\" she gripped his head with claw-like hands, \"[i]but it is also a curse, one that all females carry, so if a boy wishes to inherit his mother's gift, know that it does not come lightly.[/i]\"\n \"He is my wife,\" the Prince rubbed down the youth's back, \"he must carry my bloodline, not for desperation but because of his exceptional body.\"\n \"[i]Very well.[/i]\" The witch took Bambi's hand. \"[i]Come, boy. We shall start with the ritual. Your husband should attend too.[/i]\"\nThe two stepped into the hut where shelves were stacked with gruesome jars, an odd crimson filling their senses as she stood before a cauldron. She filled it with water and set it alight, letting it boil as she added various grisly additions. Minutes passed in silence, a waft of meat fuming from the pot that made Bambi feel sick and the Prince stiffen his muscles.\nThe shaman raised her voice with a cry to the heavens, a frightening ululation that rang throughout the mist. None of them could recognise her tongue despite the vague recognition of vowels, of something much older than their common tongue. The cauldron frothed with a sickly green mixed with ruby as she beckoned Bambi close.\n \"[i]Drink.[/i]\" She offered a bowl of the soup. \"[i]Savour, enrich yourself with the gift of life and the curse of motherhood.[/i]\"\n \"Um...wh-what'll it do to me?\" he asked.\n \"[i]Your body will remain the same on the outside. But within you shall form a womb like your mother and hers that can bear fruit of the future.[/i]\"\n \"And his children will be strong?\" asked the Prince at the door.\n \"[i]Normally a male's body is ill-suited to such...but...[/i]\" she stroked Bambi's face, \"[i]I see why you brought him here...he has a very unique form. He will make a good wife.[/i]\"\n \"I want to be,\" the boy nodded, \"I want to serve my Prince with all I have.\"\n \"[i]Then drink, dear child. Become a mother, and serve him well.[/i]\"\nHe braced himself for a big gulp, struggling not to taste the wretched mixture when it slithered down his throat. The slurry sat in his stomach and somehow turned solid like lead, before it started to spread through his lower system. A strange unearthly sensation gripped him, a twitching spasm that clutched his bladder and made something balloon behind it.\n \"A-aaaah! AAAAH! F-f-fah, father, AAAH!\"\n \"What is it?\" the stag held him. \"Are you alright?\"\n \"MMMNNGH, ha-aaaaah! S-something, hot...s-so hot, warm, growing!\"\n \"[i]It is natural,[/i]\" said the witch, \"[i]that is, expected to happen, it will not hurt too much.[/i]\"\n \"Lay down here,\" the Prince put Bambi down, \"lie back and ease your body.\"\n \"N-nnngh, haaah!\" the boy hugged him. \"It...i-it feels so strange but...I...I like it. I want...i-is this going to help me be your wife?\"\n \"Of course, my boy. I would not have you any other way.\"\nThey kissed in a tender moment, a warm shiver running through the child as he felt the swelling heat in his depths. Hollow space in his body stretched even further, pushing his bladder up as his rump spread wider to form child-birthing hips.\nSomething pushed just below his pucker, stretching it wider as he squirmed with panting breaths. His cock twitched erect in his little tunic as a wave of pleasure surged through him, a throbbing tempest that made him spurt pre much to his elder's surprise. The womb formed itself with a heavy press on his prostate, ensuring that pleasure would come to his new life.\n \"Haaah...a-aah,\" the boy whimpered, \"is it...is it over?\"\n \"[i]He now carries her gift,[/i]\" the witch bowed, \"[i]I hope that he enjoys his new role.[/i]\"\n \"Oh I do,\" the wife nodded, twitching his tail, \"I'm...I-i'm so happy I can finally...um...I-i can finally be the mate that father wanted.\"\n \"You certainly shall be,\" the stag licked his lips, \"come, let us return home. We must test your new body in comfortable quarters.\"\nHe giggled bashfully as he was picked up in his arms, as he thanked the old seer and took his leave through the marsh.\n\nOn the night they returned to the fort, the Prince banished all distractions from his quarters once Bambi had finished his chores. The smell of flour dusted his chest and his fingers were growing spotted pinpricks, yet still remained as delicate as ever. As they stood naked in the bedroom, the stag took his hand as if asking for a dance, then pulled him close for a tender kiss.\n \"Are you ready, Bambi?\" he asked softly. \"Once I breed you this night, you will step on the road to motherhood.\"\n \"Y-yes, father,\" he nodded shakily. \"I...I'm a little scared, but I want to make you happy.\"\n \"Good doe.\" The Prince kissed his head. \"Prepare me first.\"\nHe pushed his shoulders down to put the boy on his knees, his russet-brown eyes widening at the sight of a gorgeous half-erect sceptre. The scent of royal blood filled his nostrils, captivating him as he nuzzled over the thick meat, feeling it stir beneath his skin. His tongue slipped out to curl beneath the shaft and slip it into his mouth, swallowing the glans and bobbing gently.\n \"Ohhhh...sweet child,\" the father stroked his head, \"you nurse me just like your mother did...the softest tongue I ever felt.\"\n \"Mmmmhhh...mmmmm.\"\n \"Take all the time you wish...this is our night, Bambi. Worship the flesh that made you, and soon shall breed you.\"\nThe boy shivered in a growing excitement, the swell of testosterone in his nose making him hard in turn as he throated the master deep. The past weeks had made him experienced in pleasing the Prince, knowing all of his weakest points to flick and suck across. The stag groaned at such a perfect throat, born truly to please males which only further cemented his judgment.\nHis fingers clenched on the youth's head, stroking his twitching ears and letting him suck at his own pace. Sometimes Bambi pulled free to lick at the balls, nuzzling them with heated breaths and letting the full mast drip pre on his face. Then he licked up the glistening shaft and swallowed once more to the hilt.\n \"Ohhhhh...gods, Bambi...ohhh...if I let you go any further I'll fill you both ends.\"\n \"Do you want to?\" he pulled back to lick the head. \"I love your body, father. It's the most perfect I ever felt.\"\n \"Hmhmhm...alright, on the bed and present yourself.\"\n \"Yes, sire.\" The wife clambered onto the satin sheets and lifted his little tail on all fours. \"Was I...um...am I really as good as mother was?\"\n \"No.\" The Prince climbed on top of him. \"You are far better.\"\nThe weight of his father made Bambi squeak, a trembling shudder that only intensified his glee when he felt the cock press against his hole. His ass stretched around the meat, yet somehow it felt fresh and virgin once more. The fawn squealed and clenched the sheets, his second virginity taken by the stag who groaned in bliss.\n \"If it hurts too much,\" the stag whispered, \"tell me, and I will stop. Let's not harm the witch's gift.\"\n \"N-no...father, a-AAAAH! Ohhhh! F-father it...s-so tight, it f-feels weird!\"\n \"But you love it, yes? I know you do, I know your voice when it screams with pleasure.\"\n \"Yes...mmmmph...please, breed me, father. I want to...I want to be your wife, like mother was.\"\n \"Ohhh you will make a beautiful wife,\" the Prince stroked the boy's front, \"you will never be a stag, nor would anyone want you as but a doe. MY doe.\"\nHe gripped his head to kiss him deep, a rumbling sound from his throat feeding into his mate who whimpered in joy. A slow, steady hilt into his boycunt made Bambi spurt pre, the strange-but-similar sensation of being fucked towards his male womb sending ripples of delight through him.\nHis father began to thrust, pulling back halfway to smack his plums into his rear and build up speed. He was different than usual, not rough with beastly hunger, instead taking his time to savour his cherry. His back arched with bristling hairs as his sturdy muscular chest grinded on the youth's body, their tongues entwined to spasm with each slap.\nBambi loved the taste of his father, his sensual warmth and throbbing milk always making him tingle with that spark of taboo. The Prince soon rolled him on his side and grasped one of the boy's legs, stroking along its slender calves and pounding harder, spreading his hole wider with each passing minute. His hands roved across the nubile body, groping and squeezing every inch with possessive desire, their tongues soon parting to leave a trail of spit between them.\nThe sounds of lust filled the room and soon spilled into the hall, as guards became increasingly uncomfortable at the feminine squeals that begged father to breed him. The bed shook with furious lust, the clapping of thighs resonated in the walls and Netta gave a blushing grin when she walked past. She had only ever heard the Prince be that ruthless a few times in her life.\nThen the boy came, a squealing moan as his paltry cock sputtered a stream of whtie across the sheets. His tightening clench seized the father, who gripped him tight and pounded with all his strength, grinding Bambi's face into the covers as he roared with masculine peak. His balls tightened, his cock pulsed and soon his cum would spill into the new womb of his son.\nBambi was shocked at the unique sensation, a wondrous heat surging inside him when his womb was flooded with royal seed. His puckered hole quivered in newfound bliss, sucking the stag to milk him of every drop as countless millions of sperm roved in his depths.\n \"Haaah...a-aaah...th-thank you. Th-thank you, sire.\"\n \"No...thank you.\" The stag kissed his cheek. \"You gave me your body, your life, and your future as mine. I could never ask for a better gift, my son. Your children will be proud of you.\"\n \"I...I hope they will.\"\nThey laid on their sides in a spooning position, the Prince wrapping his arms round the doe's belly to feel the breeding begin. He could not feel it truly, but his fingers roved along the soft hairs to imagine his seed taking root, growing like the plants in their new fertile soil. Bambi's fingers joined his as he smiled, embracing his marriage whole.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Deep in the forests of Saltenwalde, there lived an Old Prince.  A strident magnificent roe deer with a crown of antlers, long smooth ochre fur and a woven tunic of the finest moss.  The cervines had lived in the woods for centuries, where families built stone houses and had few dreams in life beyond the reach of the trees.  In the midst of their food gathering, weapon-crafting and cloth-weaving, there was no greater aspiration than being bred by the Prince's sons.  Except for one.
Whilst on his sojourn where his subjects bowed to him and offered the finest of fabrics, he noticed his youngest child aging differently than the others.  Whereas his other sons grew stronger and tougher, with antlers twisting out of bumps, this one boy became softer and wider in the hips.  His arms turned thin and his voice was gentle, almost like that of a doe.
Perhaps he grew later than the others, the Prince thought, took more time to lose the baby fat as some fawns were wont to.  But the boy only grew more feminine, and worse still his father saw him less as a son, and more as something else.  Such beautiful brown eyes just like his mother, such slender body and curvaceous rear with a twitching little tail.
        "A penny-bark for your thoughts, sire?"
Deep in the fog of the forest's centre, there laid an old fort that twisted round in a circular spiral, almost mimicking a stone tree.  The tower topped just below the canopy, as inside there laid a throne covered in thick wolf pelt, upon which the Prince sat.  He was older than most, yet his good breeding gave him an exceptional body of muscle, brawny and robust like a middleweight boxer with a silvery chest and greying biceps.
As he sat on his throne, the Prince tented his fingers with a piercing stare.  Beside him was his most treasured concubine, Netta the Elder who had once been the jewel of the woods.  Now she was haggard with a bent back, ears drooping like her thin-sack belly beneath a jade gown.
        "Something troubles you."
        "Am I that obvious?" his voice rumbled.
        "Thirty years have taught me everything about you."  She bowed.  "Tell me."
        "...the boy without his mother."  He stood up from his seat.  "He ages like a female.  He haunts me."
        "Twas a tragic end, a harsh winter of hunts.  Is this guilt, sire?"
        "No.  I accepted her sacrifice.  Somehow he has too, for such a sensitive child."
        "Your bloodline strengthens him," Netta shuffled up to him, "his mind is hardened by Die Adelwalde."
        "It will have to be."  He stepped over to the window to survey his kingdom.  "Twill not do to have him mocked for his effeminance."
        "A noble son of the Prince," she put a hand on his, "you are not normally this concerned towards one of your own."
        "He is different," the stag shook his head, "I do not like different.  The winds must change and so too the leaves but not us.  Not this kingdom."
        "Then perhaps you should change yourself.  Change before the world, and it shall change with you, not against you."
        "Hmhmhm...wise Netta," he kissed her head, "your mind remains fertile long after your womb."
        "Ohohoh, sire!" she batted him gently.  "That hardly ever stopped you in our private nights."
        "Mmmmm...and it won't stop me now."
A smile of lust crept over as he pulled her close and savoured her sweet aged leathery lips.  But despite her wondrous body still able to please him in all the right ways, the Prince was still plagued by strange thoughts of that singular boy.  Even though he had no obligation to be with children, for in his tribe it was the mother's duty whilst he protected them, he could not stop himself from spying on the youth.   He was not the only one.
On a rare clear morn in the Saltenwalde, he saw the youth heading off to a quiet part of the river.  A small, secluded cave near the littlest waterfall, it was usually a place of respite for travellers needing to silence the noise in their blood.  But here the Prince heard an unusual panting, a sotto voce of a fawn being bred.
He turned the corner to find that same boy, bent over against the rocks and naked as the day he was born.  He was even more beautiful than the stag expected, his heart clutching in panic as his lustful instinct jumped at the sight.  Such brazen elegance, such nubile joy as he whimpered with glee.  Even the fawn pounding him from behind had the sense to wear clothing.
        "A-AAAH!  Aaaah!"
        "MMMMPH, h-hah, damn you're such a tight doe."
        "Th-thank you," the youth whimpered, "please, harder, breed me!"
        "Ohh I'll breed you good alright," the dominant youth slapped his hips, "you'll carry my fawns like a proper bitch."
The stag trembled with fury at such indecency.  At first he thought it was the fact two boys were wasting their seed rather than finding suitable girls, but something else took him instead.  Envy.  Raw, burning envy at such a beautiful thing being spoilt by a lesser buck, who dared to pound that rear with a clapping of thighs.  Then they started to cum with a shivering bray, the smacking hips turning wetter with a squirting white down their legs.
        "BOY!"
        "SH-SHIT!"
The boy on top staggered back into the stream, splashing hard and scrabbling away before he could be spotted.  But the one who was bred kept tight to the rock, shivering with fear and knowing he was caught with a line of semen dripping down his cheeks.  The stag approached with thundering hooves that stomped craters into the water, his eyes like a vengeful god that the youth squirmed beneath.
        "What.  Have you done to yourself."
        "I-i-i, I," the boy shivered, standing up, "s-sire, I'm sorry, I-i-i was jus-"
        "Debasing yourself.  A boy of my nobility, a BOY who was meant for succession."
        "I'm sorry!  P-please, don't hurt me, I won't do it again!"
        "What is your name?"
        "B-...B-bambi."
Up close the child was just like his mother, straight down to the curves of his sweet bottom.  The Old Prince flared his nostrils, smelling Bambi's arousal mixed with the one who bred him.  His tunic swelled between his legs as a searing roar swelled in his brain, a latent urge of a deep primal instinct that he attempted to fight.  But why should he?  This was his son, yes, but his manner and want demanded otherwise.  Would it be truly wrong if his own father was the one tutoring him?
        "You wish to be a doe, yes?" he grabbed Bambi's shoulder.  "You hunger for males to breed you like a mother-to-be?"
        "U-uhhh..." his face looked down in shameful admittance.  "Forgive me, sire."
        "Tell me.  The truth.  You are yet thirteen, and you yearn to be bred."
        "Yes!  Yes, I...I do, I love...I-i love feeling the stags hold me, kiss me when they rut me, and treat me like a doe because I...because I-"
        "Are a worthless excuse of a boy."  The stag grinned oddly.  "But since you desire not to be, perhaps we can fix this."
        "Really?" the child looked up with hopeful gasp.  "Tell me, t-tell me, I want to fix it!"
        "Become my new wife."
Bambi's eyes widened as he struggled to parse this.  His father's hand slid down his side, wrapping round the waist and pulling him close with a smile.
        "Tis my right as the one who made you, to direct your course in life.  Since you yearn to be endowed with fawns, then that is what you shall be."
        "But...b-b-but...really?!"
        "Unless you would rather stop," he squeezed the youth's hand, "if you cannot control your urges, you are better off in my care as a new wife.  We will officiate a ceremony, you shall live with me, and in future, you will ONLY be bred by me."
        "You...you want me, s-sire?" Bambi blushed with a giddy grin.  "But I'm a boy, I-i can't be a wife."
        "That is why you will no longer be considered one."
The boy's eyes roved down towards that swelling crotch as his heart beat faster, his fingers crept with need and his ass still dripped with cum.  He had never expected to be wed to the Prince, but something pulled him back with a tempestuous fear.
        "I...I'm honoured, sir, but I don't think I can be your wife."
        "That was not a request."  The Prince gripped his neck.  "First I must wash away the scent of the unworthy."
        "Wh-...what?"
He bent the boy back over the rock and stepped behind him, startling the youth who trembled at the feel of a familiar thickness to his rump.  His father shuffled down the shorts of his tunic, and pressed his already-hard member to the dripping taint.
        "WHA, what are you doing?!"
        "Breeding my new wife," hissed the stag, "do you reject me?!  Shall I drown you here and sever the weak from my herd?!"
        "No, n-no!" Bambi whimpered.  "Please sire, don't hurt me!"
        "Then spread yourself and thank me."
        "I...I-i-i, AAAH!"
        "SPREAD yourself, and thank me, as a doe should."
        "N-nnngh...tha-...thank you."  He widened his legs and lifted his little tail.  "Thank you, sire."
The stag smiled as he thrust himself inside the boy.  Bambi squeaked at the spreading of his rear, the thickest cock he had known and ever would as his previous male helped lubricate his depths.  The Prince shuddered at the cum swirling around his shaft, driving firm into the hilt as the youth squealed and panted with growing pain.
At first he struggled with gasping sobs from the heat of the Prince's spear,  so much stronger than the other boys and yet with a clear sense of restraint in his embrace.  The chief bucked his thighs to gape the rear wider, his beastly grunts clouding Bambi's ears as he shivered and spurted from his own much smaller cock against the rock.
        "NNNNGH...ohhh...s-such...haaaah...so this is why."
        "M-MMMMHH, AAAAH!"
        "You did not fail out of weakness...you are just naturally weak.  A body so subservient...that hungers for the stag."
        "A-AAAH!  S-SIR PLEASE, I-IT HURTS!"
        "But you love it."  He bent close to the boy's cheek.  "I can smell your bliss, you relish it, you wish to be bred rough."
        "M-MMMHH, MMMMNNGH!"
        "So be a good doe, and take it without quarrel."
He kissed Bambi's face and rutted him deeper, hilting at last with heavy plaps of his furry ball sack.  The fawn felt his own little testes being whipped by his father's, stinging with each slap as he squinted through his tears and throbbed from his little lance.  He sputtered his pre down into the water, his whimpers reaching higher with each smack of the Prince's hips.
His swollen girth grinded on the soft folds, reaming his son ever wider until the pain began to fade and pleasure soon kicked in.  The Prince bent over him fully, licking the back of the child's neck and huffing on his fur with a full hilt of his sword.  The stag groaned in wonder at the perfect rear, so supple and sweet and clenching in all the right ways.
Pent-up as he was he did not last for long, desperate to breed his new charge whose whimpers excited him, whose body enticed him and whose eyes entranced him.  They soon kissed on the lips, when the Prince wrenched his head round to shove his tongue in the boy's maw.  The fawn struggled briefly, pushing back his advances with a squeal that rumbled down the stag's throat.  But the longer he was fucked, the more docile he became when his master grinded against his prostate, ever closer to their climax.
He ramped up his speed with gusto, fucking the boy's fluffy hole and punching the breath from his lungs into his own.  Bambi squeaked with each clap and soon he came without realising, his pathetic seed drooling into the river.  The great stag then flooded his depths with a rumbling joy, pumping his holy seed into the child who felt his gut start to swell.  Never had he been so bred in his life, to the point the cum spurted out of his ass and smothered his furry cheeks.
        "Mmmmph...by the gods," hissed the Prince, "a truly divine body for such a youth."
He pulled himself free with a shlorp, drooling a hot line of white jizz between cock and rear.  The child whimpered with tearful eyes and an attempted grin, his mind frazzled between shame and bliss as he twitched his gaping pucker.
        "Tha...thank you sir.  Am I free to go?"
        "No."  He gripped the boy's hand.  "Now, we return home, so I may induct you in the ways of a bride."

In the history of the Saltenwalde, there had never been such a bizarre ceremony.  The Prince taking a child not yet matured had been one thing, a preamble to adulthood for a fast-developing doe.  But to take a boy for a wife was entirely different, as the tribe came out for the union a few weeks after the Prince had consummated him.
The blacksmiths hammered stone rings and necklaces, whilst weavers made the new bride a dress and a banquet was set up full of fruits and berries.  It was a joyous day nonetheless, as children danced in honour of the forest gods and elders rambled stories to each other.
The centre of the village was where the union was made, for Bambi to be dressed in a white-feathered gown with a laurel wreath on his head.  His husband and father wore a silver robe from wolfskin, with Netta as the priest in a flower-filled dress.
        "By the blessings of the spirits!" she proclaimed.  "Die Adelwalde finds a new tether to the future!  A child becometh a wife, a doe...who carries his young."
The clan looked to each other with growing concern at these words, but the stag's look silenced them.  They forced themselves to cheer, whilst the children were too innocent to understand and raised their hands in earnest.
        "Bambi," she took his hand, "do you swear fealty and love to your Prince, for everlasting peace to our woods?"
        "I...I do," the boy nodded, twisting his hoof in the dirt.
        "Then by the grace of the heavens, by the sun's grin and the moon's dowry, I conjoin thee together as wife and sire.  You may now seal this truth."
An ovation rocked the town as the Prince took his wife, pulling him close for a deep kiss as Bambi whimpered in glee.  His father's breath filled his lungs as their hands wrapped round each other, their crotches grinding together before the Prince picked him up.  The boy squeaked like a girl, blushing more in his powerful arms as the stag carried him off to his fort.
Through the ancient halls of stone where rugs and carpets spread on the floor, he took his new wife beyond the throne room to his personal quarters.  Corridors of runic tapestries stretched before Bambi, who had never seen the fort beyond the seat of his master.  In one room was a gorgeous four-poster bed with red satin sheets and pillows stuffed with fine feathers.  Dressers and a full-body mirror stood opposite for the boy to see himself being thrown on the bed.
        "As my new mate," began the Prince, "you will be expected to please me whenever I wish.  You will also be expected to assist in food preparation, laundry and cleaning."
        "Yes, sire," the boy sat up, still in his bridal gown, "do you...do you want me to do anything for you?"
        "In a moment.  Settle yourself here, this room is ours and your dresser is there for any of your belongings."
        "I...I don't have any."
        "That is fine.  I will speak with my head doe, if you require anything, speak to the guards, but do not leave the castle."
        "Yes, sire."  Bambi saluted.  "Thank you...but I'm still confused, why did you take me when I...I'm not female?"
        "Your manner says different," the Prince stepped to the door, "your body and ways are nothing like a buck, and so I will not treat you as one."
        "Y-...yes, father."
The prince stepped out of the room to find Netta, who was just returning from the ceremony and dancing to herself in the main hall.  The robe of flowers twirled behind her hooves as she did a little waltz, humming an old song before she caught sight of him.
        "Someone enjoyed themselves."
        "Ohhh, yes dear Prince," she cavorted towards him, "this dress makes me feel always ten years younger, the scent of honeysuckle does something to me."
        "You were radiant...you did well preparing the village."
        "It took some doing," she bowed, "but everyone understands now that this is more of a symbolic gesture.  But I must confess I still do not understand your motive here in taking this boy."
        "He was debasing himself, the stag crossed his arms, "prostrate before a boy who took him like a doe."
        "He would hardly be the first, when children come of age they always discover their bodies first."
        "But this was different.  He whored himself, his body is far too thin, he would never grow to be a stag!  I cannot have one of my own sons being so flagrant, so effeminate, so-"
        "Desirable?"
Her eyes pierced through his as the Prince stuttered.  His fist trembled in outrage, but she knew that he would never raise a hand to her.
        "Whatever your reason, the folk will understand," said Netta, "you have ruled over us well for many moons."
        "And yet, you spoke true," he sneered, "they will see my marriage as one of lust."
        "And is it not?"
        "...I must set an example.  I must show credence, intelligence, something divergent.  I take the boy for a wife, what does a wife do?  She provides children."
        "You know well as I do a boy cannot birth," she chuckled, walking past, "not unless you were a witch."
        "A witch, you say?"  He grabbed her shoulder.  "What do you mean?"
        "Ohohoh no, it's silly, besides you wouldn't dare-"
        "I decide what is silly.  Tell me, of this witch."
The look in his eyes hardened with a terrible intrigue she had never seen before.  His fingers tightened as a whisper of promise filled his senses.

As his new master spoke with Netta, Bambi kicked his hooves off the side of the bed.  The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of excitement as he tried to settle into his new life, still befuddled by how the Prince was treating him.  He had given him lavish adoration, despite constant remarks at his wilted masculinity.  He stepped out of his new room room where a guard stood waiting, a gorgeous stag of pale russet with leather armours.
        "Um, excuse me," the boy waved, "can I see the kitchen?  I'm hungry."
        "Of course," the adult bowed, "come this way."
        "How long have you been here?" they started walking.
        "Ten years.  The Prince is a great noble, you are very fortunate."
        "I...I hope so.  It's so exciting but so strange, I-i never thought I'd be a...a wife."
        "The Prince's judgment is pure.  He clearly saw something in you that was worth his seed, regardless of gender."
        "But I...but wives need to give children, right?" Bambi cocked his head.  "How can I do that?"
        "I am but a guard, young mistress," he bowed once more, "I cannot speak on behalf of the Prince."
For the next few day the boy was introduced to the rest of the castle.  The guards called him "mistress" and the cooks were happy to feed him, the head chef especially fond of pinching the wife's cheeks and feeding him plenty berries.  Yet he never put on weight, his body always slender and smooth whether by natural metabolism, or his master's ruthless breeding.
Servants would whisper things about the boy, his shy yet sweet demeanour enchanting them in more ways than one.  Guards would try not to speak foul of him, but in his gown that hiked up the rear, it made many males of the castle stiffen with jealous desire.  And more than most of the staff would see Bambi's rear dripping with seed as he walked the halls in a new pale tunic, made more accessible whilst retaining his bridal essence.
        "Now, thread it here," said the weaver, "and then you route it back."
        "Okay-ow!" Bambi winced, pricking his thumb.  "This is hard."
        "I know dear, wives always work the hardest in any family."
        "I don't know if I can even be one, miss."
        "The Prince wedded you, he must know you'll make a good one.  Never had a boy for a wife but you must be special."
        "I never felt special..."
The doe patted him with calloused fingers, a thousand bumps from tiny pricks as her snout creased a grin at him.  They sat in a room full of linen, the smell of dust and leaves filling their nostrils as other young maidens washed sheets in their buckets.
        "The Prince will make sure you live your fullest life," the matron stroked his arm, "s'not about what you are but WHO you be."
        "I...I know why he picked me," Bambi drooped his ears, "because he wanted me.  And I like being in bed with him, he...he's really warm, and he waits for me, and he...he breeds me really good."
        "And that's a great honour!" she went back to threading the cloth.  "He don't just pick anyone willy-nilly oooh no, he only chooses the finest does with the best breeding!"
        "Or those he can breed best," another doe winked at him, "you've got a figure my girls would envy."
        "Tamsin, don't tease him!"
        "I'm right, aren't I?  Sweet little boy's making the rest of us look like cracked leather."
        "I, I'm sorry!" the boy blustered covering his face.  "I didn't mean-"
        "Oh pshhhh it was a joke," Tamsin rolled her eyes, "don't be so sensitive, enjoy your new life!"
        "Agreed," the matriarch finished her cloth, "now, let's start on the next one."
Bambi continued his training, learning to cook, clean and sew between sessions with the Prince.  Then came the day he would leave with his master, setting out on a long journey to the west with two guards attending.  The wolves were not present at this time of year, but one could not take chances, as they marched into the swamps near the Ridge of Bones.
Through the dark and misty bog they crept over wooden planks, an icy chill round their hooves as the deep croak of frogs echoed through the glade.  Bambi tightened his cloak and shivered close to his Prince when they approached a sinister hut wreathed in bones.  The skulls and ribs of many animals decorated the sides, their eyes hollow yet piercing through their souls.
        "Wait here," the stag ordered the troops, "Bambi, come with."
        "U-uhm, yes sir."  He shuffled forth.  "What is this place?"
        "The place you shall earn your destiny.  We will make you a perfect wife, through this sorceress."
        "M-...magic?  I heard stories but, mother told me she only kidnapped bad fawns."
        "Is that so?"
A ragged shambling came from the hut as they put up their fists, except the boy who cowered behind the Prince.  They saw a strange entity, a bizarre apparition that seemed to resemble a deer, but was so thick with feathers it was hard to tell.  She wore two deer skulls on top of each other, and every step she made sounded like the dead were walking.
        "Whomst approaches my lair?"
        "The Prince of Die Adelwalde," the stag crossed his arms, "you are the Witch of Bones?"
        "I have many names.  What use would a noble have for me?"
        "I have a wife with a certain issue," he pushed Bambi forth, "I have heard tell you can change bucks into does."
        "Not exactly."  Her withered voice trickled from her skulls.  "Once, there was a house without does.  The king had lost his wife, and no daughters to succeed his bloodline.  In desperation, he searched for the dark magics, the ancient and unknowing that lurks beneath the roots.  There, he learned how to bring the gift of life to males."
        "What?" the new wife gasped, gently approaching.  "You can really...make boys have children?"
        "Tis a strange and wondrous thing," she gripped his head with claw-like hands, "but it is also a curse, one that all females carry, so if a boy wishes to inherit his mother's gift, know that it does not come lightly."
        "He is my wife," the Prince rubbed down the youth's back, "he must carry my bloodline, not for desperation but because of his exceptional body."
        "Very well."  The witch took Bambi's hand.  "Come, boy.  We shall start with the ritual.  Your husband should attend too."
The two stepped into the hut where shelves were stacked with gruesome jars, an odd crimson filling their senses as she stood before a cauldron.  She filled it with water and set it alight, letting it boil as she added various grisly additions.  Minutes passed in silence, a waft of meat fuming from the pot that made Bambi feel sick and the Prince stiffen his muscles.
The shaman raised her voice with a cry to the heavens, a frightening ululation that rang throughout the mist.  None of them could recognise her tongue despite the vague recognition of vowels, of something much older than their common tongue.  The cauldron frothed with a sickly green mixed with ruby as she beckoned Bambi close.
        "Drink."  She offered a bowl of the soup.  "Savour, enrich yourself with the gift of life and the curse of motherhood."
        "Um...wh-what'll it do to me?" he asked.
        "Your body will remain the same on the outside.  But within you shall form a womb like your mother and hers that can bear fruit of the future."
        "And his children will be strong?" asked the Prince at the door.
        "Normally a male's body is ill-suited to such...but..." she stroked Bambi's face, "I see why you brought him here...he has a very unique form.  He will make a good wife."
        "I want to be," the boy nodded, "I want to serve my Prince with all I have."
        "Then drink, dear child.  Become a mother, and serve him well."
He braced himself for a big gulp, struggling not to taste the wretched mixture when it slithered down his throat.  The slurry sat in his stomach and somehow turned solid like lead, before it started to spread through his lower system.  A strange unearthly sensation gripped him, a twitching spasm that clutched his bladder and made something balloon behind it.
        "A-aaaah!  AAAAH!  F-f-fah, father, AAAH!"
        "What is it?" the stag held him.  "Are you alright?"
        "MMMNNGH, ha-aaaaah!  S-something, hot...s-so hot, warm, growing!"
        "It is natural," said the witch, "that is, expected to happen, it will not hurt too much."
        "Lay down here," the Prince put Bambi down, "lie back and ease your body."
        "N-nnngh, haaah!" the boy hugged him.  "It...i-it feels so strange but...I...I like it.  I want...i-is this going to help me be your wife?"
        "Of course, my boy.  I would not have you any other way."
They kissed in a tender moment, a warm shiver running through the child as he felt the swelling heat in his depths.  Hollow space in his body stretched even further, pushing his bladder up as his rump spread wider to form child-birthing hips.
Something pushed just below his pucker, stretching it wider as he squirmed with panting breaths.  His cock twitched erect in his little tunic as a wave of pleasure surged through him, a throbbing tempest that made him spurt pre much to his elder's surprise.  The womb formed itself with a heavy press on his prostate, ensuring that pleasure would come to his new life.
        "Haaah...a-aah," the boy whimpered, "is it...is it over?"
        "He now carries her gift," the witch bowed, "I hope that he enjoys his new role."
        "Oh I do," the wife nodded, twitching his tail, "I'm...I-i'm so happy I can finally...um...I-i can finally be the mate that father wanted."
        "You certainly shall be," the stag licked his lips, "come, let us return home.  We must test your new body in comfortable quarters."
He giggled bashfully as he was picked up in his arms, as he thanked the old seer and took his leave through the marsh.

On the night they returned to the fort, the Prince banished all distractions from his quarters once Bambi had finished his chores.  The smell of flour dusted his chest and his fingers were growing spotted pinpricks, yet still remained as delicate as ever.  As they stood naked in the bedroom, the stag took his hand as if asking for a dance, then pulled him close for a tender kiss.
        "Are you ready, Bambi?" he asked softly.  "Once I breed you this night, you will step on the road to motherhood."
        "Y-yes, father," he nodded shakily.  "I...I'm a little scared, but I want to make you happy."
        "Good doe."  The Prince kissed his head.  "Prepare me first."
He pushed his shoulders down to put the boy on his knees, his russet-brown eyes widening at the sight of a gorgeous half-erect sceptre.  The scent of royal blood filled his nostrils, captivating him as he nuzzled over the thick meat, feeling it stir beneath his skin.  His tongue slipped out to curl beneath the shaft and slip it into his mouth, swallowing the glans and bobbing gently.
        "Ohhhh...sweet child," the father stroked his head, "you nurse me just like your mother did...the softest tongue I ever felt."
        "Mmmmhhh...mmmmm."
        "Take all the time you wish...this is our night, Bambi.  Worship the flesh that made you, and soon shall breed you."
The boy shivered in a growing excitement, the swell of testosterone in his nose making him hard in turn as he throated the master deep.  The past weeks had made him experienced in pleasing the Prince, knowing all of his weakest points to flick and suck across.  The stag groaned at such a perfect throat, born truly to please males which only further cemented his judgment.
His fingers clenched on the youth's head, stroking his twitching ears and letting him suck at his own pace.  Sometimes Bambi pulled free to lick at the balls, nuzzling them with heated breaths and letting the full mast drip pre on his face.  Then he licked up the glistening shaft and swallowed once more to the hilt.
        "Ohhhhh...gods, Bambi...ohhh...if I let you go any further I'll fill you both ends."
        "Do you want to?" he pulled back to lick the head.  "I love your body, father.  It's the most perfect I ever felt."
        "Hmhmhm...alright, on the bed and present yourself."
        "Yes, sire."  The wife clambered onto the satin sheets and lifted his little tail on all fours.  "Was I...um...am I really as good as mother was?"
        "No."  The Prince climbed on top of him.  "You are far better."
The weight of his father made Bambi squeak, a trembling shudder that only intensified his glee when he felt the cock press against his hole.  His ass stretched around the meat, yet somehow it felt fresh and virgin once more.  The fawn squealed and clenched the sheets, his second virginity taken by the stag who groaned in bliss.
        "If it hurts too much," the stag whispered, "tell me, and I will stop.  Let's not harm the witch's gift."
        "N-no...father, a-AAAAH!  Ohhhh!  F-father it...s-so tight, it f-feels weird!"
        "But you love it, yes?  I know you do, I know your voice when it screams with pleasure."
        "Yes...mmmmph...please, breed me, father.  I want to...I want to be your wife, like mother was."
        "Ohhh you will make a beautiful wife," the Prince stroked the boy's front, "you will never be a stag, nor would anyone want you as but a doe.  MY doe."
He gripped his head to kiss him deep, a rumbling sound from his throat feeding into his mate who whimpered in joy.  A slow, steady hilt into his boycunt made Bambi spurt pre, the strange-but-similar sensation of being fucked towards his male womb sending ripples of delight through him.
His father began to thrust, pulling back halfway to smack his plums into his rear and build up speed.  He was different than usual, not rough with beastly hunger, instead taking his time to savour his cherry.  His back arched with bristling hairs as his sturdy muscular chest grinded on the youth's body, their tongues entwined to spasm with each slap.
Bambi loved the taste of his father, his sensual warmth and throbbing milk always making him tingle with that spark of taboo.  The Prince soon rolled him on his side and grasped one of the boy's legs, stroking along its slender calves and pounding harder, spreading his hole wider with each passing minute.  His hands roved across the nubile body, groping and squeezing every inch with possessive desire, their tongues soon parting to leave a trail of spit between them.
The sounds of lust filled the room and soon spilled into the hall, as guards became increasingly uncomfortable at the feminine squeals that begged father to breed him.  The bed shook with furious lust, the clapping of thighs resonated in the walls and Netta gave a blushing grin when she walked past.  She had only ever heard the Prince be that ruthless a few times in her life.
Then the boy came, a squealing moan as his paltry cock sputtered a stream of whtie across the sheets.  His tightening clench seized the father, who gripped him tight and pounded with all his strength, grinding Bambi's face into the covers as he roared with masculine peak.  His balls tightened, his cock pulsed and soon his cum would spill into the new womb of his son.
Bambi was shocked at the unique sensation, a wondrous heat surging inside him when his womb was flooded with royal seed.  His puckered hole quivered in newfound bliss, sucking the stag to milk him of every drop as countless millions of sperm roved in his depths.
        "Haaah...a-aaah...th-thank you.  Th-thank you, sire."
        "No...thank you."  The stag kissed his cheek.  "You gave me your body, your life, and your future as mine.  I could never ask for a better gift, my son.  Your children will be proud of you."
        "I...I hope they will."
They laid on their sides in a spooning position, the Prince wrapping his arms round the doe's belly to feel the breeding begin.  He could not feel it truly, but his fingers roved along the soft hairs to imagine his seed taking root, growing like the plants in their new fertile soil.  Bambi's fingers joined his as he smiled, embracing his marriage whole.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Bambi: The Prince's Wife (M/M)", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "7", "views": "2348" }