Blades of grass are gently moved by the small breeze blowing by while the sun shines in the sky, partially covered by clouds but only temporarily.
No sound was made by the breeze, aside from the sound the grass made as the blades brush against each other briefly.
Another breeze soon blew by and this time it does make a sound while carrying leaves from the nearby trees with it.
A large paw stepped on the blades of grass and was soon followed by another.
The paws belonged to a slender but strong looking female cougar with green eyes, currently slowly walking through a small clearing in the forest and moving to the other side. Her name is Sheila.
As she prowled through the next part of the forest, she glanced around for any other animals, any prey for her to sneak up on and attack, but so far there seemed to be only her.
She looked ahead and saw a pond up ahead of her. She glanced around and shrugged a bit before she walked over to the pond and began to drink from the fresh, glittering water.
After she swallowed the water, Sheila let out a sigh.
Sheila’s round ears suddenly turned, along with her heard after hearing a rustling noise.
“Hmm? Now what do we have here?” she wondered. Sheila sniffed the air and smiled “Prey.”
Sheila soon started walking through another part of the forest, looking for the scent of the prey she smelled.
She looked up and noticed a few birds flying above her, letting out startled cries before moving on ahead.
Sheila stopped, sniffed the air again and looks around once more.
“Where’d it go?” Sheila wondered quietly.
She hears another rustling noise and quickly turned to see a slender, blue eyed doe prancing out of the bushes across from her, humming a happy little tune.
Sheila’s eyes widened. “Shoot!” she quietly said before she quickly ducked down and zipped over to a bush before the deer known as Giselle could spot her
Spooked by the brief noise Sheila made, Giselle turned her head quickly.
“Hello?” The doe responded 
Giselle looks around briefly before shrugging and happily humming again as she walked away.
Sheila slowly rose up from behind the bush with a smirk and narrowed her eyes. She slowly came out of hiding and began to sneak after Giselle.
As Giselle strolled through the forest, she was completely oblivious to the fact that a cougar was stealthily following her from a safe distance.
Sheila continued to smirk to herself while using the shadows created by the tree branches above to her advantage.
As Giselle emerged from the mysterious depths of the forest, she found herself standing in a tranquil clearing, basking in the gentle embrace of the sun's radiant warmth. The delightful sensation brought an immense joy to her heart.
“So good… Now… I wonder where the… ah! Berries!” Giselle said as she walked over to the other side of the clearing and approached some berries growing out of a bush before she starts to eat them.
Behind her, Sheila’s eyes peer through the bushes on the other side before the cougar herself slowly stepped out partially while keeping herself low to the ground.
The cougar smiled and looked ready to pounce at any moment when
“Oops!” Giselle suddenly said.
Sheila stopped briefly when a berry dropped from the bush and landed in the grass close to Giselle.
Giselle turned her body around, then moved her head down to eat the berry.
When she did that, Sheila was treated to surprising view of her from behind.
Giselle's long ears poked up over her head, and her long, soft looking fur flowed in gentle waves over her body, the tail that was sticking out from behind her looked luxuriously soft as well.
The one thing that immediately drew Sheila's eyes was the female deer's notably large heart-shaped butt.
Sheila was unexpectedly taken aback when she saw it as it was unlike any butt she's seen before.
She couldn't help but gaze for a little longer than she expected herself to. Clearly, this was no ordinary derriere.
Sheila felt her own heartbeat speed up before she quickly snapped out of her trance.
As she stared at the doe’s heart shaped cheeks, Sheila pondered.
“What am I doing?” she wondered silently.
As Giselle continued to eat the berries, Sheila realized something new emerging in her heart.
Something that wasn't usually there whenever she saw her prey.
The cougar felt flustered.
Not a sensation she was used to.
She was Sheila, a fierce and skillful hunter, renowned for her ability to track and capture her prey with ease. She had never before been found stumbling over her own thoughts in the face of visual stimulation.
But then again, Sheila couldn't remember the last time she saw something as tantalizing as Giselle's heart-shaped backside, swaying gently with each soft step the young deer made through the clearing.
Sheila knew that she could have pounced on Giselle at any moment, just as she had done countless times before with her prey, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to do it. There was something about this particular doe that she found impossible to resist, something that held her gaze and froze her limbs as if by pure enchantment.
Her vision transfixed, Sheila couldn't help but take in every tantalizing detail of Giselle's form.
She was a creature of exquisite beauty and grace, her body so delicate and yet so strong. It was as if Sheila was staring at a masterpiece, something so perfectly crafted and refined that she couldn't tear her eyes away.
But what really drew Sheila in was the way Giselle moved. Her every step was a dance, a fluid and expressive ballet that enthralled the cougar's senses.
It was as if her movements were designed to elicit a response, to call out to the most base and primal parts of Sheila's being. Not for the first time, the cougar found herself questioning the ethics of her actions, her mind filled with doubt and uncertainty. Was she really doing the right thing, stalking this unsuspecting doe like some sort of predator, her own intentions tainted by lust and desire?
The truth was that Sheila had never been one to shy away from her instincts.
She had always embraced her role as a hunter, a carnivorous predator designed by nature to stalk and kill. It was a part of who she was, a core aspect of her being that had formed the basis of her identity for as long as she could remember.
But as she gazed at Giselle's heart-shaped rump, Sheila found herself questioning everything that she thought she knew about herself. Was it possible that the thrill of the hunt no longer satisfied her the way it used to, or was there something more to her feelings for this particular doe?
Could it be that Sheila was experiencing something that went beyond her instincts and desires, something deeper and more profound that she couldn't quite put her paw on?
These were questions that Sheila couldn't answer, at least not right now. All she knew was that she couldn't tear her gaze away from Giselle, even as the doe finished eating the berries and started to prance away, her heart-shaped butt swaying and jiggling with each strut.
As Sheila watched her go, she knew that she had a decision to make.
Sheila took a deep breath and closed her eyes, feeling the gentle breeze brush against her face. When she opened them again, she knew what she had to do.
Getting up, she stretched her body before walking in the direction Giselle had gone in.
She wasn't sure why, but she needed to get closer to her.
She surprised even herself. What was happening to her?
As she continued deeper into the forest, she could overhear a few different sounds around her. From a gentle creek rustling behind some trees to small creatures scurrying away from her, she noticed the animals had picked up on her new somewhat tamer energy.
Soon enough, she heard the faint sound of tiny, delicate hooves thumping against the ground.
She followed it and found Giselle nibbling on some leaves.
Sheila's gaze immediately became fixed on the massive rear end that Giselle possessed once again, It jiggled slightly as Giselle carried on with her meal.
As Sheila stared at it with wide eyes and an open mouth, some drool dripped from her mouth as well.
“What is this? I-I-I can’t move… it’s… it’s like… it’s like this doe’s rump has some kind of… power… over me. I… I can’t stop looking and… wait. Does she actually look… cute?” The cougar thought to herself. Sheila's head shook vigorously, her expression filled with stress, yet she couldn't tear her eyes away from Giselle’s derriere. “What am I saying!? A doe can’t be cute! Does are food! But I… I can’t stop… that rump looks so… good! I have to… need to… want to…”

Sheila soon lost her train of thought, once more consumed by the splendor before her.
Despite the strange conflicting emotions Sheila was dealing with, realizing her hunter's instinct had been overpowered by something else, Sheila caved in.
She couldn't deny it any longer.
Sheila’s heart melted.
It had thawed, slowly, just enough for her to admit the naive little fact that she actually found Giselle incredibly endearing.
In fact, Sheila couldn’t believe what she was feeling. Was she really this captivated by the behind of a deer?
Sheila couldn't comprehend it, but it was the truth. She couldn't deny the way her heart raced every time she saw Giselle and the way her mind went blank every time she looked at her voluptuous derrière.
As Sheila stood there, watching Giselle nibble on those leaves, she realized that even though she had initially set out to hunt her, she couldn't bring herself to do it. It wasn't just because of her luscious backside, but also because of the way Giselle seemed so at ease and free in the forest.
Sheila had never seen a creature like her before and she soon found herself getting even closer to her.
Her front paw, which seemed to have a mind of its own, reached out and gently grabbed the surprisingly soft yet firm backside in front of her. Unable to resist the temptation, she gave it a little squeeze, prompting Giselle to let out a tiny squeak as she looked up with wide eyes.
The moment Sheila's paw made contact with the rump before her, she knew that she was in trouble. This was no longer just about the hunt, or even about the exhilarating thrill of the chase – this was something else entirely, something that Sheila couldn't quite comprehend.
Giselle's reaction, though startled, was not one of fear. Instead, she turned her head slightly, regarding Sheila with a curious expression, as if trying to make sense of what was happening.
"Um...hi?" Giselle said hesitantly, her delicate voice trembling with uncertainty. "Do I...do I know you?"
Sheila swallowed hard, her heart racing as she gazed into Giselle's brilliant blue eyes and pulled her paw away. "N-no," she replied, her own voice shaky and unsure. "Sorry I...I just...I couldn't help myself."
As she turned to face the cougar, Giselle tilted her head to the side, regarding Sheila with a bewildered expression. "Couldn't help yourself? What do you mean?" Giselle asked, her curiosity piqued. She didn't sense any danger from the cougar, only confusion and uncertainty.
Sheila took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I mean...I don't know what came over me," she admitted. "I just...I couldn't resist the urge to touch your… butt.”
Giselle glanced at her backside before turning her attention back to Sheila, raising an eyebrow. “Why?” Giselle asked, still curious.
Sheila hesitated, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. “I-I don’t know. It just...it seemed so perfect, so inviting. I had to touch it.”
Giselle paused, considering this for a moment. “But...you’re a predator, right? You hunt and kill other animals for food.”
Sheila nodded, ashamed. “Yes, I am. But...when I saw your butt, something changed. I don’t know what’s happening to me. All I know is that I don’t wanna hurt you, Miss…”
“Giselle. My name is Giselle.” The doe said.
“I’m Sheila.” The cougar responded.
“Sheila… well, it’s nice to meet you Sheila.” Giselle said.
“Likewise.” Sheila nodded.
“And… you’re really not going to eat me?” Giselle questioned suspiciously.
The cougar shook her head vehemently. "No, no, a thousand times no! I would never hurt you, Giselle. You're too...too precious."
Giselle tilted her head, studying Sheila carefully. "Precious?" She repeated, as if the word were foreign to her. "What do you mean by that?"
Sheila hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "I mean that...you're special. Different. Unique. One of a kind. Irresistible.” These were all adjectives that Sheila would soon come to associate with Giselle, the beautiful doe that had captured her heart almost as soon as she had laid eyes on her.
Sheila struggled to put her feelings into words, unable to articulate exactly what it was about Giselle that had bewitched her so.
All she knew was that she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something extraordinary lurking just beneath the surface, a hidden layer of depth and complexity that Sheila couldn't wait to explore.
Sheila tried to steady her breathing as she regarded Giselle's soft blue eyes, those beautiful orbs that seemed to hold so much wisdom and understanding.
"You're really not going to eat me?" Giselle asked again, her voice wavering slightly with uncertainty.
"I swear it, Giselle. I have no intention of causing you any harm," Sheila replied earnestly. 
“Oh. Alright then.” Giselle said, seemingly satisfied. She glanced at her own backside with a fascinated look before turning to Sheila again. “So… you like my butt?”
Sheila quickly became flustered. “L-L-Let's not talk about that. Let's talk about something else,” she insisted.
Giselle tilted her head. “Something else?”
“Yeah, like… what do you like to do?” Sheila inquired.
“What I like to do… well… I like to go on walks and drink from the pond.” Giselle began.
“Really? So do I!” Sheila admitted with a surprised smile.
“Really?” Gisele responded, equally surprised.
Sheila nodded. “That's right,” she confirmed.
“But I thought you cougars only liked hunting and killing.” Giselle admitted.
“Well, shows what you know, doesn't it?” Sheila remarked.
“Oh! I'm sorry…” The ashamed deer apologized.
“It's alright. I actually thought you deer didn't think or have names.” The cougar confessed.
“Really?” Giselle remarked.
“Yeah. Guess we’re both wrong about each other, huh?” Sheila remarked.
Giselle quickly became bashful “Yeah… I guess… I guess we were,” she said with a smile.
Sheila giggled at this. Giselle eventually joined in as well.
They walked together, talking about various things, discovering their shared interests and discussing their differences. It wasn’t long before they realized that they had been spending hours together absorbed in their conversations. In fact, the whole day had drifted by without either one noticing or caring. This drew an amiable smile from Sheila. She had finally found someone that she truly felt comfortable with, even if that someone was a deer, or perhaps because of it.
The cougar soon found herself becoming captivated with the doe’s delicate features.
Giselle had a certain charm about her that allowed Sheila to forget about the primal desires that burning deep within her. Sheila soon discovered that Giselle shared many of the same interests as she did including long walks, gazing at the stars, and listening to the soothing whisper of the wind.
As twilight began to embrace the forest, Giselle said. “It’s getting late. I should probably be heading back.”
“R-Right…” Sheila responded as Giselle started to leave. Before Giselle could go any further, Sheila got an idea. “Hey, wait! Would you… like to spend the night in my cave with me?"
Giselle looked back at her with a puzzled expression, her heart beating faster.
"W-what do you mean?" she asked softly.
Sheila looked back at Giselle, her eyes shimmering with sincerity. "I mean exactly what I said, Giselle. I want you to spend the night with me in my cave. I know we just met, but...I feel like there's something special between us. And I don't want this day to end."
Giselle looked back at Sheila, a mixture of surprise, wariness, and longing in her eyes. She was hesitant, unsure of what to do.
On one hand, the idea of spending the night alone with a dangerous carnivore like Sheila was unthinkable. On the other hand, she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards the cougar, the way her heart raced every time Sheila looked at her with those piercing green eyes.
"Are you...are you sure?" Giselle asked quietly, her voice filled with uncertainty.
"I've never been more certain of anything in my life," Sheila replied earnestly, her own voice trembling ever so slightly.
"But I understand if you're afraid, Giselle. But again, I promise, I won't do anything to hurt you."
Giselle hesitated for a moment longer, her gaze locked onto Sheila's, searching for any hint of deception or danger. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she nodded her head in agreement. "Alright," she said softly, a small smile playing on her lips as she continued. “I’ll trust you, Sheila."
A feeling of relief washed over the cougar. She couldn't believe what was happening, almost feeling as if she was dreaming.
"Thank you, Giselle. I won't let you down," Sheila assured her, her own excitement building as the prospect of spending a night alone with the doe sunk in.
With that, Sheila led Giselle deep into the forest, navigating through the dense undergrowth with ease.
The cougar couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine as she felt Giselle's presence so close behind her. It was a feeling that Sheila couldn't quite describe, a mixture of excitement, nervousness, and curiosity that made her heart race faster than it ever had before.
As they walked, Sheila smirked as she got the idea to playfully tease the doe this time. As she walked, she swayed her hips in a seductive manner.
 Sheila stole a quick peek behind her, noticing the doe's intense focus on her rear end, exactly as she intended, and suppressed a smile.
She wondered if Giselle had ever noticed the seductive curves of a feline's body before. Judging by her response, Sheila assumed that she hadn’t.
She then cleared her throat and continued guiding Giselle through the forest.
Twilight deepened, casting mysterious shadows that whisper-danced across their path. The nocturnal creatures of Timberline National Forest began to chirp and howl, making their eerie presence known as the gentle glow of the moon filtered in.
The enchanting sound of the night serenaded the two unlikely companions.
As they traveled deeper into the woods, Sheila felt her heart quicken with anticipation. The thought of spending an entire night with Giselle, a creature so pure and enchanting, was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. She hadn't felt this alive since her very first hunt many years ago.
Finally, they arrived at Sheila's cave, a modest yet cozy den nestled into the side of a small hill.
Sheila gestured for Giselle to enter, and the doe stepped inside, gazing around in wonder.
"This is...this is quite a home, Sheila," Giselle whispered, her voice filled with awe.
Sheila couldn't help but smile at the sight of Giselle exploring her home. It was a small space, but Sheila had done her best to make it as comfortable as possible.
“Thanks. It’s not much, but it’s home.” Sheila said.
"It's wonderful," Giselle replied as she turned to face Sheila, her eyes gleaming with a newfound admiration and affection for the cougar.
As Sheila watched Giselle in the dim light of the cave, she felt a connection to the doe that went beyond words. It was a primal, instinctual attraction that left her feeling both confused and elated.
For Giselle, it was something new and exhilarating.
Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine spending the night with a cougar, especially one as charismatic and shamelessly seductive as Sheila.
Yet here she was, stepping into the cougar's lair, feeling the warmth of Sheila's presence behind her. She could feel her nerves fluttering like a trapped bird in her chest, equally excited and terrified of what the night ahead might bring.
But there was something about Sheila that felt different.
She was a predator, yes, but she was also so much more than that.
Sheila was complex, nuanced, and full of surprises, and the more Giselle got to know her, the more she found herself drawn to her.
The deer and the cougar settled into the cave, finding comfortable spots on the ground. They sat for a moment, exchanging gentle smiles as they shifted to lie down, their bodies curling into restful positions.
“Good night, dear friend,” murmured Giselle, her voice soft in the dimness of the cave.
“Sleep well, Giselle,” replied Sheila, her tone equally tender, as she stretched out beside her.
With a gentle nuzzle, they wished each other sweet dreams, finding solace in each other’s company as they closed their eyes, ready to embrace the peace of slumber together.
As days passed, the two of them started to spend more time together, exploring the depths of one another's hearts and souls.
At first, it was just small moments – Giselle showing Sheila her favorite patches of wildflowers, Sheila sharing stories of her hunts with Giselle – but soon, those moments turned into something more.
Their discussions grew more profound, and from time to time, they caught themselves gazing at each other's backsides for longer durations than usual.
Although initially, Sheila was caught off guard by this strange new fascination toward Giselle’s plump bottom, she slowly became addicted to its intoxicating charm. She had seen many graceful hindquarters before, yet none could hold a light to the divine allure of Giselle.
Meanwhile, Giselle found herself yearning for Sheila’s touch, wondering what it would feel like to have the graceful, nimble cougar’s paws caress her luscious hindquarters.
Giselle became embarrassed whenever she caught Sheila looking, sending a shiver of excitement up her spine that made her nibble nervously on a blade of grass. She had never felt this way about anyone before, and the thought of Sheila's touch was both thrilling and terrifying.
Later, in the midst of an airy afternoon, Giselle and Sheila found themselves engaged in the intimate discourse of romantic intrigues. With a delicate sigh, Giselle broached the subject, her voice tinged with a hint of playful disdain.
“You know, Sheila,” she began, “Ian is, quite frankly, insufferable. The Buck is so consumed by his own charm, one can hardly endure his company.”
Sheila chuckled softly, her eyes betraying a glimmer of mischief. “And Elliot?” she inquired, her curiosity piqued.
Giselle hesitated, searching for the appropriate words to encapsulate her sentiments. “Elliot,” she finally ventured, “well, Elliot is simply… Elliot.”
A knowing smile danced upon Sheila’s lips as she nodded in understanding. Yet, when the conversation turned to her own romantic musings, Sheila confessed with a candidness that bespoke of her unyielding honesty.
“I must confess,” she admitted, “I’ve never been one to harbor affections for a male cougar.” Giselle’s eyes widened in surprise, her body tensing in hopes of a greater revelation.
“I have, however,” Sheila continued with a smirk, “been known to indulge in certain fantasies involving a certain voluptuous deer with a deliciously enticing rear end.”
Giselle blinked in astonishment, her breath hitching in her chest as Sheila’s suggestive words rolled effortlessly from her tongue.
The doe giggled. “You’re such a tease,” she remarked. “So, does this mean you like females instead?”
“I… I am not sure…” Sheila admitted, shyly. 
Giselle smiled. “Well, you never know until you give it a shot, right?” she pointed out.
"Well, I guess that's true," Sheila agreed, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I suppose it's time I explored this newfound attraction of mine."
Giselle's heart raced as she felt Sheila's gaze upon her once more, the cougar's eyes drinking in the sight of her plump rear end. She could barely contain her excitement as she imagined what it would be like to feel Sheila's paws on her, touching her in ways she never thought possible.
As the days turned into weeks, their bond grew stronger, as did the way they teased and subtly flirted with each other.
In the quiet moments of their time together, they would often steal quick glances, taking in the sight of one another's bodies.
During one of their walks, Sheila found herself playfully chasing Giselle through the forest, her heart racing as she pursued the elusive doe. As Giselle led her in an exhilarating dance around the ancient trees, Sheila thrilled in the sight of the deer's shapely backside, its roundness bouncing as she darted ahead among the towering redwoods.
"Faster Sheila! Catch me if you can!" Giselle called out in a singsong voice, her silky tail weaving through the shadows.
Sheila leapt forward, narrowing the distance between them as she tackled Giselle.
They both rolled down the hill and miraculously landed on the soft grass without a scratch. Giselle couldn't help but burst into laughter as she found herself on top of Sheila, who was lying on her back, laughing just as joyfully.
Their eyes met, and they both fell silent for a moment, taking each other in. The air was thick with anticipation and an intensity that neither of them had experienced before.
"You know," Giselle warned, her whispers brushing against Sheila's cheek, "you might just find yourself liking this."
But before Sheila could respond, Giselle pressed her lips to hers, unleashing a storm of passion and desire that Sheila had never experienced before.
As the realization of what was happening sunk in, Sheila’s eyes widened all the way.
She felt her breath catch in her throat as Giselle deepened the kiss, her heart pounding in her ears.
When Giselle pulled away, she stared into the stunned cougar’s eyes lovingly.
“But…” Sheila tried to say, struggling to find the words. “But I’m a cougar… and you’re a doe… we’re predator and prey… both females… We’re not supposed to be together… So why…?”
Giselle softly silenced Sheila with a hush before pressing her lips against hers once more.
The world around them seemed to fade away as their bodies melted into each other, their hearts beating in sync. In that moment, time stood still, and all that mattered was the intoxicating connection they shared.
Sheila's front paws ascended with a deliberate slowness, encircling the graceful deer's slender frame, succumbing to the tender embrace with a gentle surrender.
The deer, sensing no threat in the gentle touch, surrendered to the moment, allowing herself to be embraced by the cougar.
Their soft, sleek furs rubbed against each other, igniting a spark of desire that only grew stronger with each passing second.
As the kiss deepened, the two of them let out little whimpers, expressing their pleasure. Sheila soon found herself getting lost in the sensation, her body moving in synch with Giselle's from pure instinct.
Giselle's tail twitched, signaling her growing excitement.
Eventually they pulled away again and stared into each other’s eyes.
“Giselle…?” Sheila breathed.
“Yes?” Giselle responded.
“I need to tell you something… When… When I first saw you… I wanted to eat you at first… and I never thought about the lives of you or your fellow deer… until I got to know you better… saw that there was more to you then a potential dinner… along with being more than a pretty face… and butt…” Sheila started to say, blushing as she said that last word. “All that time we spent together? It was real. I like being with you Giselle… you’re my friend… and most of all… I love you…”
Giselle gasped upon hearing that. “R-Really? You love me…?”
“Weird right? Me; a cougar… falling in love with a deer… my natural prey and junk… I don’t know how or why… but I do…” Sheila confessed. “And I know it’s weird… and wrong… because we’re both girls and… different species and all that… but it’s how I feel…”
“Sheila…” Giselle began.
“Please just… let me finish…  I tried to fight it… for a long while now but… I don’t think I can anymore… these feelings are just… too strong to ignore… so much so that I can’t bare it anymore. Believe me when I tell you that I would never eat you, Giselle.” Sheila claimed.
“How can you be so sure?” Giselle questioned.
Sheila let out a shaky sigh. “How can I be so sure…?” she echoed. The cougar lowered one of her paws to take hold of one of Giselle’s hooves. “Because the thought of hurting you, of losing you, tears me apart. It feels like I’m being split open from the inside, and I can’t stand it. I don’t want to be without you, Giselle. And it’s more than just friendship.”
Giselle smiled with teary eyes. “I knew there was something different about us, Sheila.
Something special,” Giselle murmured at last. Sheila’s heart swelled with emotion, relief, and an intense longing. She leaned closer to Giselle, her chest heaving in anticipation as they locked eyes. “I want to show you how special you are to me,” Sheila purred, brushing her soft, furred cheek against Giselle’s. The doe leaned into her touch, letting out a quiet whimper.
“Sheila, I want that too,” she admitted, her voice trembling with excitement and anticipation.
With that, their lips met again, and this time, the kiss was more than just a tender expression of their emotions. It was a promise, a vow of their unbreakable bond. Their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling as they savored every moment of this intimate moment.
Giselle felt a shiver of delight run down her spine as Sheila's skilled paws roamed her body, igniting a burning passion that grew stronger with each passing second.
She let out a soft moan as Sheila’s tongue danced with hers.
Giselle felt her inhibitions melt away under the onslaught of Sheila's affection. 
Sheila gently ended the kiss, causing Giselle to stand up, which prompted Sheila to do the same. As they gazed into each other's eyes, they couldn't help but smile.
The tension between them had reached its tipping point, and they both knew it was time to take the next step.
Sheila moved closer to Giselle, never once averting her gaze. As Giselle bent down to tenderly lick Sheila's cheek, the two nuzzled each other lovingly.
They knew that what lay ahead was uncharted territory, but they were ready to embark on this intimate journey together.
With the sun starting to set, the forest hushed in anticipation.
The nocturnal sounds of the woods echoed around them as they made their way back to Sheila's cave.
Inside the snug cave, Sheila closed the entrance with a large boulder, creating a barrier. The outside world was now nothing but a distant hum of activity, unaware of what truly unraveled inside.
The cave was illuminated by the flickering flames of the fire that Sheila had managed to start, casting a cozy warmth throughout the space.
The cougar turned to the deer she loved, standing across from her with a warm smile.
She turned around slowly, lifting her tail and giving Sheila a seductive look as she displayed her ample rear end to her.
Sheila's eyes widened once more as she gazed at the deer's unmistakably heart-shaped rear en
"Wow, you are gorgeous," Sheila muttered in disbelief, her voice crackling with overwhelming lust. She moved closer, unable to resist the temptation that was laid out before her.
Her eyes roamed the tender curves of Giselle's rear, every inch of it calling upon her deepest desires. 
Sheila began drooling and panting, letting out an ache that had been building up within her. After all those days of pent-up longing, Sheila's instincts could no longer be contained.
Giselle giggled. “Well? Go ahead, show it some love,” she encouraged her with a wink.
The invitation could not have been more direct.
Sheila paused for a moment, then tentatively reached out and placed a soft kiss on the heart-shaped rear end she had grown so captivated by. Giselle moaned with pleasure, the vibrations of her voice rippling down Sheila's spine.
Sheila eagerly followed the cue, her desire burning within her as she rose up on her hind legs and sensually caressed the deer’s soft rump with both paws, savoring the sensation of the silky fur beneath her paw pads.
She then planted soft, lingering kisses all along the heart-shaped expanse, feeling goosebumps rise with each gentle press of her lips. She lavished the opposite cheek with equal affection before delicately nipping at the tender skin, leaving a playful love bite.
While Sheila kept kissing and licking her backside, Giselle released an even louder  moan.
It was clear that the deer was enjoying herself thoroughly.
The cougar, driven by her mounting desire, continued to explore Giselle's generous curves with her paws and mouth. She couldn't suppress the satisfied hums rising from her own throat, caressing the moist air in beautiful harmony with the doe's moans.
Sheila then shifted her focus from Giselle's bottom to her tail, giving it a gentle bite before tugging on it. Giselle let out a long, drawn out moan in response.
She tilted her head back in bliss, feeling the weight of Sheila’s paws as they kneaded her rump. That, combined with her biting and pulling her tail, created an extremely pleasant sensation.
Eventually, Sheila stopped biting her tail, drew her paw back and gave the deer’s flank a smack.
The sound of her paw pads connecting with Giselle’s soft, creamy fur resonated briefly in the stillness of the cave, prompting a gasp from the doe.
Before she could voice her surprise, another smack echoed in the confined space, followed by the warmth of Sheila's paw in another tender rub.
Her skilled paw prints thundered against the plump cheeks of Giselle’s irresistible ass, painting a sensual pattern that made the recipient tremble with ecstasy.
Sheila’s sharp senses peered through her half-lidded kohl-rimmed-eyes, drunk on her own raw power. At once, her heart was in tune with the rhythm of Giselle’s panting moans, escalating their way past the explosive threshold.
Another swift smack marked Giselle’s cheek with a visible red paw print, followed by another gentle rub. Then Sheila slowed down her paws, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. She lovingly stroked the rounded backside in front of her with her paws again before returning to all fours.
“Now… let’s really get cooking!” Sheila eagerly declared,
“But… but how can we…?” Giselle started to wonder.
“Hey, we both have the same parts, right? Let’s just rub them together, kay?” Sheila offered.
“Oh. Ok…” Giselle slowly said.
“Plus…” Sheila began before held up and extended a claw. “I can always use this…”
Giselle gulped nervously. “Uh…”
Sheila gave her a reassuring smile. “Just trust me, ok?” she whispered comfortingly, sensing Giselle's hesitation.
The deer nodded slowly, her eyes shining with apprehension and anticipation.
With gentleness and reverence, Sheila began to reach out, her paw pads hovering just above the luscious curves, tracing the outline of the heart-shaped buttocks.
Finally, Sheila reared up on her hind legs again and wrapped her front paws around Zibiah’s barrel. She stood on her tippy toes to align her crotch with Giselle’s.
Their pelts brushed against each other in the most tantalizing way, sending electric pulses down their spines. 
Sheila's tongue hung out of her mouth as Giselle gritted her teeth in embarrassment.
The cougar began to gently lick the back of the deer's neck before seizing the nape with her teeth, being careful not to puncture the skin.
Giselle couldn't help but release a louder sigh of delight, her cries growing even more intense as Sheila playfully prodded the sensitive spot beneath her tail with her claw.
Each tiny, teasing circle Sheila drew around her clit made her legs quiver with building arousal.
Giselle couldn’t help the cries that peppered the air as her body reacted to the intimate caressing Sheila was giving her.
The cougar’s claw gently flicking Giselle’s clit was driving her wild, and she craved something more.
Grinding her hips in anticipation she turned her head to look into the eyes of the cougar and saw an intense fiery passion burning in their depths. Sheila’s gaze softened, waning slightly as she whispered, “Are you ready for the next step, my dear?”
As Giselle nodded, Sheila plunged her claw deep into Giselle’s most intimate area.
The deer's breath caught in her throat as her body stiffened at the sudden intrusion, but it quickly lessened as the initial pain ebbed away.
"Oh, that feels amazing," Giselle gasped.
Sheila grinned. "Glad you're enjoying it," she winked, increasing her pace in response to Giselle's requests. She moved her claw against Giselle's soft inner walls, massaging the deer with an almost surgical precision.
Each movement sent electric shocks of pleasure coursing through the doe's veins, and she moaned louder.
"Oh, Sheila!" Giselle cried out, her voice filled with an animalistic need.
Sheila nipped at the back of her neck, driving her even further into the abyss of her own desire.
Then, Sheila shifted her angle, pressing right against her g-spot, the sudden sensation making Giselle's eyes roll back in her head.
The deer gasped for breath, whimpered, and let out a series of continuous cries before finally releasing one last cry of pure ecstasy.
Giselle's body quivered and convulsed with pleasure, her climax intensifying. Eventually, her front legs gave way, causing her to collapse into a provocative face-down, ass-up pose. Sheila gently withdrew her claw and tenderly caressed Giselle's buttocks, expressing her affection.
As the tremors settled down and Giselle regained her composure, Sheila leaned in closer, playfully giving her face a gentle lick.
"You ok?" Sheila asked.
"Yes, yes, oh my… yes. That… that was amazing," Giselle replied between gasps for breath.
"I didn't even know that was possible…"
Sheila chuckled before teasingly nipping at the deer's ear. "Believe me, there is a whole world of possibilities to explore, my dear," she grinned, her eyes filled with a hunger that made Giselle giggle.
“Ok, my turn. L-Lay down on your back.” Giselle instructed.
As Sheila sat down and fell over onto her back, Giselle backed up until her butt was right above the cougar’s face. She lowered her head down to the space between Sheila’s legs and started tenderly licking her special place.
Sheila sighed in rapture as her head tilted back, offering herself willingly to the doe's growing exploration. The building sensations were indescribable.
Sheila let out low growls of satisfaction, the muscles in her stomach tightening in anticipation. Meanwhile, Giselle used her front legs to spread Sheila’s hind legs apart further.
"That's it, Giselle," Sheila moaned, guiding the deer. "Just like that."
A shiver coursed through her spine as Giselle's tongue began to dance around her sensitive nub.
The warmth and skill of the deer's mouth were driving Sheila to new heights of pleasure.
As her heart pounded in her chest, an intense surge of emotion washed over Sheila.
"Oh, Giselle, that feels incredible," Sheila crooned.
Her legs twitched and trembled in a rhythm that matched the pace of Giselle's tongue, and her every nerve ending seemed to crackle with electricity. Her moans echoed through the cave, saturating the air with a potent mix of passion, longing, and a love that defied all odds in their taboo romance.
"Oh, Giselle, I'm gonna come," Sheila gasped, her claws popping in and out involuntarily, her back arching, and her head tilting back as the crest of her orgasm approached.
And then, like a tidal wave cresting, Sheila climaxed. Her pleasure erupted, flooding the cave and shattering the darkness as a tortured animalistic growl tore from her throat. It seemed to shake the very walls of the cave as Sheila trembled in ecstatic release.
Giselle continued to languorously lap and probe at Sheila's still pulsating nub, maintaining the sensations for as long as possible until Sheila's body relaxed, having reached its pleasure peak.
Sheila opened her eyes and blinked, the afterglow of pleasure washing over her as she stared at the ceiling of the cave.
"Giselle... Oh Giselle!" Sheila panted, still quivering in delight. "That was...”
Before she could finish speaking, the hindquarters of the deer descended towards her face at a painstakingly slow pace. Eventually, they came to a stop right at her nose, lightly brushing against it and lingering playfully close. Sheila couldn't help but whimper at the sensation, yearning for more and taking deep breaths to fully capture the scent through her nostrils.
“Kiss it.” Giselle commanded, lifting it further from the cougar's nose.
Sheila eagerly embraced the opportunity and began lavishing tender kisses upon the alluring heart-shaped derriere above her, each gentle touch igniting a delightful tremor of ecstasy that coursed through her entire being. 
With unwavering devotion, Sheila continued to shower Giselle's captivating posterior with a symphony of passionate pecks, indulging in this intimate act of affection for an entire minute.
“That will suffice.” Giselle uttered,  her voice dripping with seduction as she gracefully raised her butt higher. “Now, my love, surrender yourself to me. I will take care of everything else."
Giselle then began to lower her ample rear end towards Sheila's face, swaying her hips back and forth as the cougar's eyes tracked its movement. With a slight bounce, Giselle settled comfortably on Sheila's face.
The weight of her lover was a comforting reminder of their newfound intimacy. Sheila began to explore Giselle's ass with her lips and tongue. The taste was immense, divine even, and Sheila couldn't resist from moaning only to have her own pussy stimulated by the resonance of her action.
Giselle's heart swelled with passion as she sensed Sheila grow more comfortable beneath her. 
Sheila let out a contented sigh as she nuzzled against Giselle's backside, wishing this moment could go on indefinitely.
As Giselle grinded her hips back and forth, sensually moving against the cougar's face, she sensed the urge to bring this intimate moment to an end. After a few more tantalizing movements, she gracefully lifted herself off the cougar and gazed down at her with a mischievous smile. 
“Hold your breath,” she whispered.
Sheila's reaction time was almost nonexistent as Giselle swiftly settled herself onto her face once more, completely obstructing her ability to see or hear. Despite Sheila's attempts to turn her head, she found herself unable to do so due to Giselle's immense pressure.
Her lungs screamed for air, but her primal instincts took over, the thrill of suffocation sending her into an exhilarating spiral.
The thought of the doe controlling her every move and limiting her own basic needs filled Sheila with a dark and powerful arousal.
The cougar's mind spiralled, tunnel-visioning while she struggled to breathe.
Suppressing a moan, she found solace in the constraints but remained steadfast in her determination to resist. With each fading breath, her delight deepened, her perception clouded by the deer's scent. All that mattered in her reality was the desire to inhale that fragrance and the hindquarters surrounding her.
Finally, her instinct to inhale took over as she yelled into Giselle's rear end, squirming and flailing, gasping for air. The doe complied, albeit minimally, with her behind raised just enough for Sheila to breathe, yet still pressing down on her face, allowing her to take in her aroma.
“So? Did you like that?” Giselle asked as she grinned at the panting cougar below.
Sheila motionlessly lied beneath Giselle, her heart thumping for air and her body vibrating from an eruption of pleasure and trepidation.
“That… Oh… That… was fantastic…” Sheila panted in response, trying to catch her breath through the combined weight and warmth of Giselle's butt on her face. It felt as though her entire being trembled and shivered with delight.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I did too!” Giselle said with a smile as she got off her exhausted lover.
Exhausted, but satisfied, Sheila managed a weak smile. Her mind was a whirlpool of pleasure and sensory overload, memories of the magical evening that had unfolded still lingering in her mind.
Later on, they were sleeping soundly next to the fading embers, their heads resting on each other's backsides.
The next morning, Sheila and Giselle emerged from the depths of the cave, their faces flushed with a mixture of exhilaration and contentment, a newfound energy seemed to radiate from their faces.
The forest, once shrouded in darkness, now bathed in the soft glow of dawn, seemed to come alive with a renewed sense of life and vitality.
As they ventured deeper into the woodland, the air around them seemed to hum with an unspoken understanding, as if the very trees and creatures that inhabited the forest could sense the profound connection between the two animals.
Birds chirped melodiously, their songs harmonizing with the rhythm of their footsteps, while squirrels scampered playfully along the branches, seemingly mirroring the joy that emanated from Sheila and Giselle.
Passing by a babbling brook, the water seemed to dance and sparkle with an added brilliance, as if reflecting the light of their shared bond.
The gentle breeze whispered through the leaves, carrying with it a sense of serenity and tranquility that enveloped the couple, shielding them from the outside world.
As they continued their journey, other woodland creatures began to take notice of the ethereal aura that surrounded Sheila and Giselle.
Butterflies fluttered around them, their delicate wings brushing against their skin, as if drawn to the magnetic force that emanated from their entwined souls.
Even the ancient trees, with their gnarled branches and weathered bark, seemed to lean in closer, their wise presence offering silent blessings to the couple.
The forest itself seemed to transform into a sanctuary, a sacred space where Sheila and Giselle's love could flourish and thrive.
As word of their presence spread through the woodland, all the animals in the forest began to gossip about them.
As Ian, Elliot, and the rest of the stunned crowd stumbled upon the scene, their gaze locked onto Sheila and Giselle. The atmosphere crackled with an electric tension, as if the air itself had thickened with the weight of their presence.
Gasps and murmurs rippled through the onlookers, their eyes wide with disbelief and confusion.
Sheila stood tall, her face a mask of determination, her eyes blazing with an intensity that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to meet her gaze. Giselle, on the other hand, seemed almost ethereal, her delicate features marred by a mixture of fear and defiance.
Her body trembled ever so slightly, betraying the inner turmoil she was desperately trying to conceal.
The crowd, once a sea of bustling activity, now stood frozen in time, their movements reduced to mere whispers and hesitant steps.
The world seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for the inevitable clash between these two formidable forces. It was as if the laws of nature had momentarily ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the confrontation unfolding before them.
Ian, usually very opinionated and bold, found himself at a loss for words. His mind raced, trying to make sense of the scene before him.
How had things escalated to this point? What had driven Sheila and Giselle to violate so many laws of nature the way they did? The questions swirled in his mind, but he knew that answers would have to wait. For now, he could only watch, his heart pounding in his chest, as the tension in the air threatened to suffocate them all.
Elliot’s heart sank as he watched Sheila and Giselle walk away, their bond unmistakable. He couldn’t deny the pang of jealousy and sorrow that gnawed at him, realizing that the object of his affection had found solace in another’s embrace. Despite his own feelings, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of empathy for Ian, knowing all too well the ache of unrequited love.
Giselle leaned over to Sheila and whispered. "Everyone seems pretty upset…"
Sheila chuckled softly. “They’ll get over it,” she assured her.
As they continued on their path, Giselle glanced back at the herd, noticing they were still watching them, but she paid them no mind, focusing mainly on Sheila.
Sheila glanced back at the herd as well and, with a naughty glint in her eyes, she suddenly stopped in her tracks, causing Giselle to halt as well.
She quickly turned to the surprised bucks behind them. “That’s right, boys. This rump’s mine.”
Sheila's hand swiftly moved through the air, landing a firm smack on Giselle's rear end. The unexpected gesture made Giselle jump slightly, her eyes widening in surprise. But instead of being offended, Giselle's initial shock quickly transformed into a wide smile. Sheila's unexpected playfulness was infectious, and Giselle found herself giggling in response.
The deer then looked back at Sheila with a coy expression, her tail swishing back and forth. "Just remember," she said, "you snooze, you lose."
Sheila let out a low growl at that, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Oh, don't you worry," she assured Giselle. "I have no intention of losing you.”
Sheila strode forward and positioned herself in front of the doe. Without any hesitation, she leaned in as Giselle leaned down, and the two shared a kiss in front of the onlookers.
The forest fell silent at that exact moment, as if stunned into submission.
Sheila took the lead, exploring Giselle's mouth with hungry insistence, their tongues dancing together as the scent of their desire filled the air. Giselle's heart beat faster, responding to the cougar's aggression with her own unbridled passion, nipping Sheila's bottom lip as she encouraged her to deepen the kiss.
As Sheila and Giselle's tongues entwined, everyone could see the desire burning in their eyes. The moment seemed to stretch on forever, the air thick with anticipation. Suddenly, Giselle broke the kiss, breathless but eager for more.
"Let's go," she murmured, her voice husky with need.
Sheila smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she followed Giselle's lead.
As they strolled towards a secluded spot, their hips moved rhythmically in sync. Disregarding the stares and jokes from onlookers, they ventured deeper into the woods with excitement, curious about what lay ahead on their journey.