In the heart of the sprawling forest, two young orphaned does, twins named Marci and Janette, stand at the edge of their familiar world, their hearts thrumming with anticipation and excitement.
With a shared determination, they made the bold choice to leave behind the safety of their family's old herd and embark on a journey of exploration through the enchanting depths of the woods.
The sights and sounds that filled the forest elicit an overwhelming mix of wonder, curiosity, and exhilaration, as they walked along a carpet of crunchy, golden-red leaves and absorbed the aroma of the fresh earthiness.
Curiosity peaked when they stumble upon several old redwood tree stumps, hollowed out from years of decay. Seized with delight, they intuitively knew these grotesque natural sculptures would serve as the perfect hiding spots.
Marci winks at her elder sister, coyly suggests they take turns staying concealed in the stumps, playfully popping out to startle the unsuspecting.
Janette, a graceful leader, entertained her impish sibling's suggestion while admiring the texture of the gnarled edges on the stumps. Timidly touching the rough surface, she envisioned their endeavour as an expedition, equating their roles to the likes of fearless explorers.
It isn't long before they discover a passage woven with the secrets of centuries past, an ancient network of winding trails through towering redwoods.
Marci and Janette innately sensed they were venturing beyond their herd's imagined territorial borders, and it left both invigorated and anxious.
Their every step quickened their pulse, injecting excitement into their world of routine and predictability.
Anxious thoughts flit through Marci's head: What if they became hopelessly lost? What if they stumbled upon a dangerous predator? Her eyes dart nervously, studying the immense landscape and scrutinizing the slightest movements of each woodland inhabitant they met.
As they progressed through the dense foliage, shielded by the towering redwoods and at peace within their sisterly bond, a calming sensation began to blanket Marci's nerves.
This lush and unfamiliar haven reminded her of a playground designed specifically for nature's own precious creatures.
"It's all so beautiful," Janette murmured, her gaze tracing the intricate patterns of sunlight filtering through the dense canopy above. "Do you think we'll find others like us out here?"
Marci nodded, her ears twitching with excitement. "I hope so! We might not find all the answers, but this adventure is all about exploring who we are and where we fit in this world!"
Janette nodded with a smile. "Indeed it is,"
"Hey, I think there's a field up ahead!" Marci said. "Let's go!"
"Alright, just don't go ahead of me, ok?" Janette warned her as they continued on their way.
As they stepped into the vast field, they came to a halt upon spotting another doe already present. This doe, named Giselle, was a stranger to them both. All they could tell was that she was peacefully munching on grass, with the most enormous heart-shaped rear end they had ever laid eyes on.
Mesmerized, they observed Giselle from afar, greedily appreciating the rare sight.
Marci broke the silence. "Wow, that booty is massive! I mean ridiculously enormous!"
Janette shot a sidelong glance at her sister, equally captivated by Giselle's heavenly body. "You're not wrong. I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like it," she commented. Marci just sighed, never shifting her gaze from Giselle's perfectly rounded rump until a jealous looking Janette nudged her. "Maybe we should introduce ourselves."
Marci seemed to panic. "You mean talk to her?! And say what?"
"Well, obviously not that we think you have a beautiful rump." Janette remarked.
"That's not exactly subtle, you know."
Marci looked over at her sister, surprised by her frankness, then back at Giselle.
Her heart fluttered when she considered the prospect of engaging with such a graceful, worldly doe. She glanced sidelong at Janette, mirror image of her own libidinous interest.
With a barely-concealed waggle in her hindquarters, she and Janette began to cautiously move closer to Giselle.
Both their hearts began to race, their minds filled with pure lustful carnal desire as they marveled at the sheer size and firmness of Giselle's plump ass.
They continued to move closer to her, their bodies radiating heat and anticipation.
Janette's gaze never wavered as they inched closer to Giselle, enjoying the sight of the rump in front of her.
"So what should we say?" Marci whispered to her older twin.
"I… I don't know…" Janette whispered back.
"What?! How can you not know what to say?! You always know what to say!" Marci commented as her voice increased in volume, yet she continued to speak in a quiet tone that went unnoticed by Giselle.
Janette just gave her sister a gentle shove, her gaze still fixated on the heart-shaped rump before her. "I'm sorry, I just… can't… think…" she muttered, apparently entranced.
Marci's attention swiftly shifted back to Giselle's backside. "Yeah… I know what you mean…" she said, her eyes were wide, and her pupils were dilated as she gazed at the heart-shaped masterpiece in front of her.
She was in awe of the stunning doe standing before her. Fleetingly, she compared herself to her sister in terms of beauty before forcefully pushing that idea out of her mind. Janette briefly observed her peculiar behavior before redirecting her focus to Giselle. The two sisters advanced towards her slowly, moving like cougars instead of graceful does.
As they inched closer, her heart-shaped butt became more visible, looking even sexier up close. Her entire appearance was captivating, and her enticing scent only added to the allure.
They came to a halt as their noses were mere inches from Giselle's fur-covered backside. Attempting to communicate, they found themselves at a loss for words.
"…H-Hi…" Janette struggled to speak, her voice barely audible.
"Hi…" Marci repeated, just as super quiet.
Out of nowhere, it seemed as if their mouths were acting independently as they simultaneously leaned in and kissed her backside, each one landing a kiss on a different cheek.
Giselle's head snapped up in shock when she felt the sensation of two lips on her buttocks. Turning around, she saw the twin does each giving a kiss to a different cheek.
"Who… Who are you two?" she asked.
The two does suddenly stopped kissing Giselle's posterior and looked at up her with expressions of pure terror. They slowly backed away as Giselle turned to fully face them.
They hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next.
Janette took a deep breath before replying. "Uh… I… We're…" she started to say before Marci abruptly cut in.
"We're so sorry! We didn't mean to! I-I mean… We still did it, but… All we wanted was to say 'Hi'!" Marci frantically claimed.
"But instead you kissed my butt?" Giselle questioned with a raised brow.
"Well…" Janette began.
"You could say that…" Marci sheepishly added with a grin, trying to diffuse the awkwardness of the situation.
"Please, tell me about yourselves. Like, what are your names?" Giselle asked.
"I'm Janette." The older twin replied.
"And I'm Marci!" The younger girl added.
"Janette and Marci… I don't think I've seen you two in Timberline before." Giselle remarked.
"That's because we're not." Janette stated.
"We're from a different herd." Marci added. "We separated because we wanted an adventure!"
"Mainly to explore different parts of the forest, have new experiences, meet new people... or, uh, does that include deer?" Janette inquired, glancing nervously at Giselle.
Giselle smiled warmly. "Absolutely," she said. "I'm Giselle by the way."
"Hi, Giselle…" The twins both said in a lovestruck tone.
Giselle couldn't help but chuckle at the does'.
"So… Can you tell us about yourself?" Janette inquired.
"Yeah! We really wanna know!" Marci added excitedly.
"Well, honestly, there isn't much to tell," Giselle shared, making the twins look at her with eager eyes. "My life is pretty simple. I enjoy the beauty of these forests, looking for new friendship and of course, watching over these beautiful woods."
Marci let out a dreamy sigh. "It sounds so amazing."
"So serene." Janette added with a wistful expression on her face. She quickly remembered something important just then. "Oh! And… Sorry… For the whole… butt kissing thing…"
Marci's ears drooped. "Yeah, sorry…" she said.
"Don't worry, it's ok, I completely understand." Giselle assured her.
"Really, it takes a great deal to surprise me around here."
Marci grinned with relief. "Thank you! That means a lot to us," she exclaimed, grateful for Giselle's kind acceptance. The tension between them dissipated in a heartbeat, replaced with warm camaraderie.
Janette studied Giselle as they continued their light-hearted conversation. The longer she looked, the more she noticed Giselle's calm and collected demeanor. Her deep blue eyes reflected an inner strength and wisdom that Janette found herself longing to emulate.
This tender connection between deer deepened as they conversed and laughed. Marci listened beside them, occasionally contributing with off-beat humor. The trio reveled in their candid dialogue, exploring various topics from seasonal migration patterns to their favorite wild berries. With each engaging topic, the time slipped away undetected.
But that's when she shocked them by revealing two specific pieces of information.
"Wait… You're not into males?!" Marci commented in surprise.
Giselle shook her head with a smile. "Nope."
"And… you have a mate… That's a girl?" Janette added in disbelief.
Giselle nodded this time. "That's right?"
"Who?" Marci questioned.
"Me."
Out of nowhere, a sudden movement caught their attention as it landed close by. The trio of girls turned their heads to see what it was, and to their surprise, it turned out to be a cougar. But not just any cougar, it was Sheila, a cougar that Giselle was intimately familiar with.
Just as the twins were about to let out loud screams, Giselle swiftly intervened by positioning herself between them and Sheila.
"No, wait! It's ok, this is my mate." Giselle revealed.
Marci and Janette's eyes widened in surprise. "What?!" They both responded.
"A cougar?! But… how? I mean, she's not a doe!" Marci said, her voice escalating in panic.
"Wait, calm down. It's okay," Giselle assured them. "Sheila and I have been together for a while now. We love each other, deeply and passionately. This is our forest and our home, and she's not just a cougar. She's my mate, my partner, my protector. We respect and care for each other, just as we would want others to. If you open your mind and embrace the possibilities, perhaps you too can find love in unexpected places."
"Got that right, babe." Sheila nodded with a sultry purr.
Shelia approached Giselle and raised her paw to gently caress her buttocks, causing Giselle to grin with delight. She then moved in front of Giselle, pressing her lips against hers in a passionate kiss.
Giselle closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensations of Sheila's tongue wrestling with hers. Their kiss deepened, their bodies yearning for each other.
Meanwhile, Marci and Janette stared at Giselle and Sheila's sudden show of affection. Their eyes widened in shock, and their jaws dropped in surprise. The idea of intimacy between two different species was inconceivable to them.
Even so, the entity of love was something they understood, but within their own herd. How could a doe, a timid and gentle creature, be with a predator, a dangerous and menacing beast?
When the kiss finally ended, the odd couple turned to the twin does'.
"Yeah… We know… We have some explaining to do." Giselle admitted slowly.
After bringing the twins to their cave, Giselle and Sheila began to explain to them how they first met and how they fell in love.
While they were speaking, Giselle nuzzled Sheila as the cougar rested comfortably beside her.
"But why didn't Sheila eat you?" Marci asked, her curiosity piqued as her imagination began to run wild.
"Same thing that happened to the two of you; I got a good look at her butt and fell in love with it, along with the beautiful doe attached to it." Sheila answered with a smile. "I can't deny that I was a bit peckish when I spotted her, but I couldn't bring myself to hurt such a beautiful creature. I tell you, when I saw her perfect little ass, I instantly knew I wanted to do something else entirely."
Giselle picked up the story. "And I must admit, I was captivated by her too. I couldn't stop thinking about her sexy, sleek body, and those piercing green eyes. Her tan fur was so soft just like her voice, it had to be the softest I've ever heard. And the way she walked... I started feeling totally different than ever did with any guy. I felt charged with desire and a sudden, overwhelming need to possess her."
"And possess me she did." Sheila confirmed with smile and a nod before the two of them shared a quick kiss.
"I'm guessing not everyone was exactly happy when they all found out you were both together." Janette said.
Giselle shook her head. "It wasn't easy, believe me. My herd disowned me, and I became an outcast."
Marci's eyes widened. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry."
"It's okay," Giselle assured her. "It was hard, but Sheila made everything better. She took care of me, loved me, and made me feel alive again. And now, I couldn't imagine my life without her."
The air hung heavy with emotion for a moment before Sheila spoke up.
"Alright, enough of the sad stories. Let's not let our past determine our futures, agreed?" Sheila asked before the deer's nodded.
"Well, strangeness aside… you two do seem really happy together." Marci commented.
Giselle nodded. "We are,"
"And for what it's worth uh… Sheila? We're sorry we…" Janette began.
"Kissed my wife's ass?" Sheila guessed with a raised brow. Both sisters lowered their ears and nodded sheepishly while Sheila just smiled. "Don't worry about it. I mean I grabbed her rump the first time we met. It's a real treasure, isn't it? And the best part? Giselle will allow me to touch, slap, nibble, lick, smooch, and press myself against it for my own enjoyment."
Giselle nodded in confirmation.
"Wow…" Marco said in awe.
"By the way, you mentioned that the two of you left your herd?" Sheila inquired. "That your parents are gone?"
Janette nodded. "That's right,"
"Which means you two don't have anywhere to go. Nowhere to sleep." Giselle realized.
"Yeah…?" Marci slowly replied.
"Well… You can stay with us, if you want." Giselle offered.
The does' perked up and widened their eyes.
"Really?!" Marci excitedly asked.
"Yeah, sure. As a matter of fact, these days we've were thinking what it would be like if we had kids of our own." Sheila confessed.
"Obvious we can't do that the regular way… so adopting is our only option." Giselle added.
"Now it's unlikely that any deer or cougar will just let us have one of their kids so…" Sheila started to say.
"While you're staying with us, you both could be part of our family." Sheila continued.
"That is… If that's alright with you two." Giselle finished. Her bright blue eyes gleamed with promise.
The doe sisters hesitated, flabbergasted and overwhelmed at the offer. The surreal circumstances left Marci and Janette facing a moment of truth, as the thought of building their future alongside an unlikely couple seemed unbelievable.
But in their hearts, the twins knew they desired more from this forest than the familiar terrain of their past. They realized this astonishing proposition could bring a thrilling adventure and a new chance to create a unique destiny.
They both smiled and nodded.
"We'd like that." Janette replied.
"Totally!" Marci added.
Giselle and Sheila smiled as a tender connection blossomed and intertwined the hearts of an unlikely quartet.

Days passed by and the bond between the new parents and their adopted children strengthened and grew.
Under the watchful eye of Sheila and Giselle, Marci and Janette flourished like never before. The once meadow-dwelling siblings embraced the wildness of the forest, exploring each sapling, fungus, and spring with child-like curiosity. The once monotonous existence swiftly transformed into a kaleidoscope of colors, sounds, and smells.
As they spent more time together and grew closer each day, the unique family never missed a chance to praise one another's derrieres. They graciously accepted compliments about their behinds and playfully wiggled them as they strolled, putting on a delightful display for the rest of the animal's in the forest.

The days turned to months, and as time passed, Giselle began to notice some odd behaviour from Marci, who she encouraged to talk to her about it, as if she were her real mother.
In the end, as they walked through the forest, she finally opened up to her, seeking guidance on a significant matter - a matter related to a crush she harbored.
"This person… Doesn't take me seriously." Marci claimed.
The depth of emotion displayed on her normally carefree face revealed her vulnerability regarding the situation.
Giselle looked deeply into Marci's eyes, recognizing the same mix of uncertainty and fear she felt herself. Giselle exhaled softly and placed a foreleg around Marci.
"In matters of the heart, we must tread patiently," Giselle advised.
"But I don't know if I can be patient any longer…" Marci practically whined. "Whenever I attempt to share my feelings, something always interferes."
As Marci spoke, her ears drooped with disappointment. Giselle noted the persistent challenges Marci faced amidst swirling desire and uncertainty.
A seasoned doe, Giselle now handled this delicate task with utmost patience. After all, Marci's tribulations revealed distinct similarities to her own emotional conundrums faced back when she first encountered Sheila.
Giselle nodded sympathetically. "That must be hard."
"It is!" Marci confirmed.
"Have you ever thought about the possibility that... I don't know... Perhaps this individual doesn't share the same feelings?" Giselle hesitantly pointed out.
"No way!" Marci pouted. "No, absolutely not! In fact, I know she does! She looks at me in a certain way when we stroll around the forest paths. Sometimes, I even catch her checking out my behind."
Giselle thought for a moment, reminiscing about the tenseness she sensed between Sheila and herself prior to their romance. Indeed, a flicker of intensity did resonate between Marci and her secret admirer, yet whether romantic remained undefined.
Regardless, sharing her knowledge of the pitfalls and joys that accompanied building a relationship struck her as essential to Marci's journey.
"It's just…"
"Just what?"
"Maybe I'm approaching this wrong, but I'm not sure…" Marci admitted. "I've tried so many things already, you know? I've looked deep into her eyes and said those three magical words, "I love you." I've given her flowers, hoping to win her heart. But nothing seems to work! However, I don't believe she hates me. I just have this strong desire to feel her love and whisper, "I'll hold you, my sweet." But I want to express my love even more passionately than that. So, what's my next move?"
Giselle recognized the spark of courage obscured by doubt, and that tiny voice whispering from within, guiding them all to newfound territories that lay ahead.
She recalled how her own resolve brought her to this unexpected union with Sheila. It required embracing a side of the unknown and uncharted flights of fancy. And perhaps, it called upon taking a nosedive into the tumultuous ocean of love and embracing the vulnerabilities that come mixed with truly trusting in such enchanting elixir.
They arrived to a clearing near a meandering babbling brook surrounded by vibrant purple foxgloves swaying softly in the undertone of the crisp breeze.
"Well, first of all, confidence is key if you want to achieve your desired outcome." Giselle told her adoptive daughter. "Take a chance, see what happens. Ok?"
Giselle smiled warmly at Marci, which made her smile too.
"Ok, thanks… Mom." The young doe expressed.
Giselle's eyes quickly become moist before tears of joy ran down her face. She and Marci quickly nuzzled each other with love.

In another part of the forest, Janette was searching around Sheila.
She wandered farther inwardly, straying deeper from her predetermined route. Lost within her own maze of conjectures and indulgent dreams, she scarcely perceived the passage of nearby time. Even with no discernible sound other than the wind filtering through treetops, she explored alone-slightly antsy, although equally intrigued. Eventually, she discovered a strange place.
Just beyond a grove, she soon found Sheila wiggling her hindquarters and ogling a boar that she seemed to be hunting.
Before, such a thing would have bothered Janette, but since said cougar adopted her alongside her doe mate, she had since become unfazed by the sight of watching Sheila hunt and eat. And while she'd hate to interrupt her, what she needed to talk to her about was important.
She slowly approached her and cleared her throat to get her attention.
Sheila turned her head in surprise and glanced at Janette, taken aback by the interruption. Nevertheless, she smiled warmly, easing any concerns Janette might have had, despite knowing the power that lurked under her captor's protective facade.
"Hey there, Little Doe," Sheila greeted her, knitting her brows together. "Everything all right?"
Her large, expressive green eyes were filled with genuine concern. No hint of frustration lingered, surprising Janette.
"I need your advice on something." Janette revealed.
"On what?" Sheila inquired.
"On how to rid oneself of feelings of love." Janette replied.
"Why would you want that?" The cougar questioned, tilting her head.
"It's complicated." Janette stated.
She wavered, blinking indecisively. Even she didn't quite understand why she felt the weight of both longing and confusion in her heart all at once.
Sheila's face softened, sensing the suffocation of her quandary. "Listen," the cougar began. "The heart desires what it desires. Everyone knows this. We can't change the situations that trigger it, and we can't forcefully suppress them either. Love arises when it wants and in specific situations, I should know. And we must surrender to this feeling when it becomes apparent to us, even if the person we long for doesn't feel the same way."
"What if I told you, Mother, that there's a strong chance this person really will reciprocate, and that's the problem." Janette told her adoptive mother.
Sheila's eyes narrowed. "Tell me more," she commanded.
"Well, it's just that… whenever I'm around her, I feel like I can't breathe. I'm completely captivated by her every move, her laugh, even the way she wiggles her rump. And she… she does these things and gives me the oddest looks, but I can't quite decipher what they mean." Janette admitted. "But that's not problem. Like I said, the problem would be if she does feel the same way. I worry what it would do to our relationship and how everyone would respond."
"That shouldn't matter. You know that almost every creature in the forest avoids me and Sheila like the plague because of how… unusual our relationship is." Sheila reminded her. "But we don't let it bother us because their opinions. Don't. Matter. How we feel about each other does. The most important thing is that you be honest with her and with yourself. Follow your heart. Your mother and I will stand by you no matter what."
Hearing that from Sheila brought a rare warmth to Janette's heart along with a surge of gratitude that momentarily took over her whole body. She nodded and took a deep breath replying, "Thank you. I'll think about what you said."
"You'd better." Sheila smirked before Janette walked away.

Later, as the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow over the tranquil forest, Janette gracefully approached a babbling creek, her thirst guiding her to its refreshing waters. As she dipped her delicate muzzle into the crystal-clear stream, her senses were suddenly pricked by the presence of another.
She turned around and saw her sister, who had a serious expression on her face. A flicker of concern danced in the depths of Janette's eyes as she watched her sister draw near, sensing an unspoken urgency hanging heavy in the air.
"Marci." Janette spoke up.
"Listen, sis, I need to tell you something." Her sister paused, her voice barely above a whisper. A heavy sensation pushed against Janette chest, a hint of foreboding clouding her heart. As they stood amongst the grand redwood trees, their surroundings seemed to close in on them, enveloping the duo with a sense of unease.
"What is it?" Janette inquired.
"It's about my feelings for... for..." Marci stammered, struggling to compose herself.
Janette narrowed her gaze. "For whom?"
"Stop pretending!" Marci exclaimed in frustration. "Just be honest and tell me you can't stand me!"
Marci smiled sweetly. "That's ridiculous. There's no way I could ever hate my own twin sister," she claimed.
"I may harbor doubts and occasionally find you annoying, but I'll never stop loving you, no matter what!"
A sighed of relief wafted across the gently flowing water as the gurgles and burbles masked the twins' shared vulnerability.
"But I just wish I could live without these confusing emotions that constantly plague me…" Marci said.
"What confusing emotions?" Janette asked.
"The feelings I get whenever I watch you wiggle your rump or smile at me" Marci explained. "And… And I think I know why I get them…"
Janette tilted her head slightly. "Why?" Janette asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel the warmth creeping up her neck, spreading to her cheeks. She wanted to turn away, but she was frozen in place, unable to break the intense gaze between them.
"Because I think I might be in love with you, sis." Marci admitted, looking deep into Janette's eyes. "There, I said it. I love your butt and the way you smile at me, and every time you wiggle your rump, it just drives me crazy. I've tried to ignore it, push it to the back of my mind, but I just can't. And now, I don't want to. I want to explore these feelings and see where they take me. I want to feel your body against mine, your warmth and softness melding with my own. I want to taste your lips and rub my rump against yours. I want to feel your heart racing against mine, and feel our breaths sync in rhythm. I want to lose myself in the euphoria of our shared lust and forget the world around us. I want to let go of the fear and judgment that has held me back for so long and embrace the power of our love!"
Janette stared at Marci, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a rush of emotions coursing through her veins like a wildfire, desperate to be released. She trembled, unsure if it was from fear or excitement, but ready to let go of her inhibitions and embrace her true feelings.
"Marci, I…" Janette hesitated, trying to find the right words to express herself. "I feel the same way."
Surprise and a hint of joy danced across Marci's face. She took a step closer to Janette, their noses almost touching.
"Really?" she whispered, as if afraid to break the spell that had been cast.
"Yes, really." Janette confirmed. She took a deep breath, feeling as if she was about to take the leap of a lifetime.
Slowly, she leaned in and softly pressed her lips against her sister's. After the initial surprise faded, Marci closed her eyes and returned the kiss, expressing her pleasure through moans and tears of joy.
Their tongues explored each other's mouths, dancing and embracing the long-suppressed desire for one another.

Meanwhile, in the cave, Giselle turned to Sheila with concern etched on her face. "Sheila, it's getting late. Can you go find the kids?" she requested softly, her voice echoing off the rocky walls.
Sheila nodded, her green eyes filled with determination. "Sure thing," she declared, slipping out of the cave with a silent grace.
Later, in the dense forest, Sheila prowled silently, her senses alert. Suddenly, she heard faint moaning from two different unseen creatures nearby. Her lips curl into a knowing smile as she realized what was happening. With a flick of her tail, she continued on.

In that moment, Janette elegantly leaned forward and sensually lifted her backside towards the sky, captivating her mesmerized sister.
"Go on. Take a closer look," she encouraged.
"Beautiful…" Marci murmured in awe.
Her gaze was velvety and fixated on the tantalizing sight before her. She stepped closer, squinting to examine every detail. Janette's rump appeared incredibly soft and irresistible to touch.
Marci leaned closer towards her sister's butt and gave it a few quick sniffs.
"You have the sweetest scent, Janette." Marci expressed.
"Thank you." Janette smiled.
The tantalizing aroma filled Marci's senses and incited a carnal hunger for her twin. Her mouth watered as an insatiable urge to claim every inch overcame her.
"U-Um! May I... press my face against it?" Marci requested.
Her request took Janette by surprise. But eventually, the older twin doe arched her back even and pushed her softly curved ass even closer towards her sister.
"Sure," she finally replied with a smile.
"Yes!" Marci exclaimed, not wasting a moment before she dove in with abandon.
Her face sank into the warmth and plushness of Janette's behind, inhaling the sweet scent that lingered in every curve and crevice.
Her tongue quickly began to massage the soft curves of Janette's rump, tracing the area steadily, leaving a pleasurable trail of wetness.
Janette sighed with pleasure, letting her eyes close as she adjusted to the unexpected sensation. Her body tingled with warmth at the gentle touch, electrifying each follicle.
With ever-increasing excitement, Marci continued her passionate assault, slipping her tongue lower and lower until it reached the vulnerable wetness between Janette's legs.
The slippery wetness she discovered sent a shudder of pure pleasure through her body, pushing the boundaries of her arousal. She had dreamed of this moment, ached for it, soul-deep, every time they shared their bed. Now, finally, the opportunity presented itself, and Marci wasted no time in taking it.
She ran her skillful tongue over the damp folds, eliciting a series of long-restrained gasps from her elder sister Janette. Her body quivered, trembling from Marci's lingering touch.
With every deft flick of her sister's tongue, Janette felt her limbs grown weaker, leaving her entirely at Marci's mercy. With her eyes still closed, Janette offered just the slightest whimper as release built within her. The slender doe thrust her hips subtly toward Marci's skillful mouth, driving her body even closer to that delicious edge.
Marci's every moan of delight reverberated through Janette's body, fueling her building ecstasy-a glorious echo chamber of rapture.
"Ah! If you keep licking it that aggressively, I'll…" Janette began to say.
With every swipe of Marci's tongue at her core and her tender insides, Janette's climax approached in waves of hot, breathless urgency. Soon, Janette reached the peak of pleasure, nearing the apex she so urgently craved. Her release ripped through her like the sudden clap of thunder atop a still mountain.
After the climax ended, Janette's breathing became slow and shallow, as did Marci's.
"Our mother's… Are probably wondering where we are…" Janette noted.
"Yeah…" Marci agreed.
"Hey… How about we do this again tomorrow?" Janette offered, looking back with a smile.
Marci quickly became reenergized. "Sure!" she said before Janette turned around and the two of them shared another kiss.
This one, however, was different from the first one; it was filled with raw passion and unspoken desire. Their bodies pressed against one another, introducing a whole new level of intensity.

Marci and Janette soon walked away from the stream and started making their way back home, where they ran into Sheila along the way.
"Where the hell have you two been?" Sheila questioned.
"Um, nowhere special," Marci mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact.
"Uh-huh, sure." Sheila said unconvinced, knowing full well what they were up to and what they were hiding but kept it to herself.
"We're sorry to have worried you." Janette formally apologized.
"It's ok, you're forgiven. Just don't let it happen again." Sheila gently warned them. "Come on, your other mother's waiting and probably even more worried."
Sheila turned and started walking away, with the twins following.
As they moved through the forest, their bodies swayed sensually with each step. The atmosphere was heavy with sexual tension, as if the very air was electrified with desire.

Soon, the three of them arrived at their cozy cave, hidden deep within the woods. It was dark inside, but Sheila's keen eyes quickly adjusted, allowing her to navigate effortlessly through the darkness.
Without a word, Sheila approached Giselle, who was standing by the entrance of the cave, and pressed her body against hers.
Their soft fur brushing together ignited an electric sensation surging through them both.
Giselle leaned in with a seductive smirk, letting her lips gently caress Sheila's neck. Her warmth and scent intoxicated the cougar, inciting before instinctively unable to resist. Their bodies passionately merged, creating a deliciously sinful dance that defied nature. The raw desire between them could no longer be restrained.
Their adoptive daughters watched them fondly, while discreetly running their flanks together until Giselle looked their way.
"I'm glad you girls are ok." Giselle told them.
"Apologizes for worrying you." Janette said.
"Yeah, sorry…" Marci added.
Giselle gave them a forgiving nod.
The tension between the quartet dissipated quickly, replaced instead by exhaustion and the comfort of being back home.
Giselle led the way into the back of the cave, where a large makeshift bed huddled on the floor, surrounded by flickering lanterns. The sister did not hesitate to set themselves down onto their familiar nest and snuggled together for warmth.
Meanwhile, Giselle and Sheila stood a few feet away, watching them before turning to each other. The hunger in their eyes said more than words ever could.
It had been days since any of them attended to their carnal needs, their passions bottled up and chained down by the civilized bearing they wore like a mask. They had craved each other from the moment they stepped foot in the dark, welcoming cave.
A tantalizing warmth spread from Giselle, beckoning Sheila to come closer.
Giselle let out a sharp gasp as Sheila kissed her and her tongue explored every inch of her mouth.
The kiss deepened as their bodies pressed harder against each other.
Once the kiss was over, they circled each other and then leaned in towards each other's backsides.
Sheila rubbed her snout and then her tongue across the entrance and folds of Giselle's sex, which triggered Giselle's quavering moans as they echoed in the cavern. Sheila's eyes widened when Giselle started to do the same thing to her.
As Giselle slid her tongue at the entrance of Sheila's hot, wet folds, Sheila shivered and moan. Her body tingled and her clit throbbed as Giselle skillfully licked her.
Sheila cried out as she felt herself about to come. Giselle continued to ravage Sheila's wet pussy with her tongue, making her release herself and let out a pleasure-filled sigh.
Suddenly, Sheila and Giselle noticed Marci and Janette watching them from afar.
"Uh… Good night, girls." Giselle said sheepishly.
"Night." Sheila added.
"Good night, Moms." The doe twins said before they settled back down to sleep.
The rest of the night passed with a quiet peacefulness, each of them lost in their own erotic thoughts. As dawn began to break, the forest was bathed in a soft, golden light, and the faintest whisper of a breeze rustled the leaves above. The air tasted fresh and alive, and the promise of a new day stretched out before them like an open invitation.

As they woke, Janette and Marci stretched their limbs, each feeling a newfound connection to their own burning desires.
They quietly roused their sleeping mothers, rousing them from their post-coital bliss. The four of them prepared for the day ahead, washing themselves in the nearby creek, their bodies glowing in the morning sun. They exchanged lingering touches, the shared heat between them still present and sizzling.
Upon finding the right moment, Giselle took the opportunity to talk to Marci in private while Sheila did the same with Janette.
"So? How did it go with confessing your love to your secret crush? Well I hope." Giselle said. Marci nodded with bashful smile. "Good. I'm glad it worked out."
"Me too." Marci nodded.
"So who is?" Giselle inquired curiously.
"Well… I… I'm not sure if I should tell you." Marci admitted shyly.
"Don't worry. I promise I won't be mad or anything." Giselle assured her.
Marci's eyes darted around a little before she leaned in and whispered something into Giselle's ear that caused both of them to rise while her eyes widened.

Meanwhile, Sheila and Janette stood close by, engaged in a conversation that went in a similar direction.
"I've got to admit, Janette, I was expecting it to be a bit... different," Sheila confessed.
"Different?" Janette echoed, furrowing her brows.
"Well, you see… I kinda overheard you two last night," Sheila explained.
Janette's eyes widened in surprise. "You did?" she gasped.
"I sure did. And I must say, I'm thrilled to see that my girls have found love in each other's arms," Sheila said with a smile.
Janette's heart swelled with warmth at Sheila's words. "Thank you, Mother," she said, tears of joy filling her eyes.
Sheila reached around Janette's neck with her foreleg and pulled her head down close to nuzzle her cheek. Janette sighed in content.
"I love her so much, Sheila."
Sheila smiled lovingly at Janette, her bright green eyes reflecting her understanding. "I know you do, sweetheart. And she loves you just as fiercely. There's nothing stronger than the bond between twins." Sheila stroked her head, offering comfort.
"And… it really doesn't bother you?" Janette asked. "I mean… this is still incest, you know."
Janette stared down, trying to sort through the bewildering tangle of her emotions.
Sheila shrugged. "Lots of creatures in this forest engage in incestuous relationships, and some people in the human world too; it's hardly something new." She replied, her tone matter-of-fact.
Janette blinked in stunned silence, digesting Sheila's words. "True…"
"Moreover, it's not like you're going to impregnate her or something." Sheila reminded Janette, nudging her playfully.
"Incest or not, that isn't going to stop you from exploring your love for your sister, is it?"
Janette let out a scoff, then shook her head. "No, it isn't. I don't care what others say or think about it. I just want to be with her."
"And you should be, proudly." Sheila nodded, giving her a reassuring smile.
"I will." Janette promised.
"That's my girl." Sheila smiled.

Later on, Sheila was helping herself to some meat she acquired from an animal she just killed when Giselle approached her.
"Hey, Sheila," she spoke up.
"What is it, sweet cheeks?" Sheila inquired.
"You had a talk with Janette yesterday and today, right?" The doe questioned.
Sheila winked at Giselle. "We did."
"What was it about? Marci?" Giselle guessed.
"Maybe." Sheila smirked, not giving away too much.
Giselle pouted, playfully hitting Sheila's arm. "Come on, spill the beans!" she demanded. "You didn't give her any ideas, did you?"
Sheila chuckled lightly and wrapped her arm around Giselle's shoulder. "Look, no matter what either of us said, the result would have been the same."
Giselle's jaw dropped open. "So you are partially responsible for this! You know that they're sisters, right?"
Sheila held up a paw. "Yes, I know. And that's exactly why Janette asked me for advice. Probably why Marci asked you as well."
Giselle sighed. "I just can't wrap my head around the fact that I helped with a forbidden romance…"
Sheila snorted. "Oh, relax sweet cheeks. It's just sex."
Giselle rolled her eyes. "Just sex? You call what Marci and Janette did just sex? They've apparently been in love with each other for years."
Sheila shrugged. "I know. But hey, it's not like either of them can get pregnant."
Giselle narrowed her eyes at Sheila. "I'm serious, Sheila."
"So am I." Sheila stated.
"It's natural and beautiful."
Giselle shook her head in disbelief. "Maybe so, but you know it's not exactly smiled upon, right? And this forest is like a microcosm of the world. If two does who are sisters are caught having sex with each other-"
"They won't, because they won't tell anyone." Sheila told her.
Giselle raised an eyebrow. "Do you really believe that? Nowadays, kids are so rebellious. They constantly challenge the status quo and push the limits of what society considers acceptable."
"Are we so different?" Sheila pointed out. "I mean, you're a doe and I'm a cougar, we've mated, and we've adopted two girls together. You think society accepts that?"
Giselle laughed softly. "I suppose we are different in that regard. But still, it's not the same thing. We're obviously not as closely related as those two are.
"Sheila smirked. "True, but you and I have chosen this path. We've chosen to be together despite what others may think. And we've raised our children without worrying about what others would say or do." She looked into Giselle's eyes. "If they love each other, then why shouldn't they be together?"
Sheila's words hung in the air as Giselle took a moment to process them. She couldn't argue with the cougar's logic, but it still didn't sit well with her. "I don't know," she admitted with a sigh. "I just worry about them."
Sheila nodded in understanding. "I know, but sometimes love comes with its own set of challenges. If they're willing to face those challenges together, then we should support them."
As Sheila spoke, Giselle felt a sense of relief wash over her. She realized that she had been so focused on the potential problems that could arise from her twin daughters' relationship that she hadn't stopped to consider whether or not they were truly happy together. She took a deep breath and nodded. "You're right."
Sheila smiled and nuzzled Giselle gently. "Of course I am. Let's just hope they can handle whatever comes their way. Personally, I say they can." She said softly as she looked off into the distance.
Giselle couldn't help but feel a sense of pride wash over her at Sheila's words. The cougar had always been a source of strength and wisdom for her, and it was comforting to know that she had someone like her by her side.
"We should still punish them a little though." Giselle finally said.
Sheila smirked. "Agreed. And I know just how."

Later on, Sheila and Giselle took Marci and Janette to a secluded part of the forest where no one would disturb them. They told them to stand in front of them and raise their rumps.
"Now then, girls," Sheila began, her voice low and commanding. "We've been talking about you and your... unusual relationship. While we won't stand in your way, we're still going to punish you for it before we finally accept it."
Sheila's words hung in the air as Giselle approached from behind Marci and Janette, her tail swishing gently behind her. The two doe sisters looked nervously at each other, unsure of what was about to happen.
Without warning, Giselle raised one of her forelegs and delivered a hard smack onto both of their plump rumps. The force of the blow caused Marci and Janette to yelp in surprise and step back slightly. "Ouch!" Marci exclaimed. "That hurts!"
"Get used to it." Sheila told them before she raised her front paw and smacked them across their backsides.
The sting of the smacks was intense, but it didn't compare to the strange mix of emotions that washed over Marci and Janette. They had never been spanked before, not like this, and it was strangely arousing.
Their hearts raced, and their breaths came out in quick gasps. As Sheila continued to spank them, she noticed the reaction on their faces. A smirk crossed her face, and she increased the intensity of her smacks.
Meanwhile, Giselle couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she spanked Marci and Janette alongside Sheila. She had never done anything like this before, but it felt right somehow. Their soft cries of pleasure mixed with pain only served to heighten her arousal.
As the spanking continued, the sisters began to become more and more aroused. Their hearts raced, and their breathing grew heavier. They couldn't believe how much it hurt and how good it felt at the same time. It was a strange mix of emotions that they had never experienced before.
Suddenly, Sheila stopped spanking them and stepped back, her eyes glinting with amusement and satisfaction. "There, that should do it. We've punished you for your... unusual relationship, but we won't stand in your way."
Marci and Janette stood there, their rumps still stinging from the hard spanks they had just received. They looked at each other, their faces flushed with a mix of pain and arousal. Neither of them knew what to say or do as they tried to process what had just happened.
Giselle stepped back as well, her tail still swishing gently. "Remember, we're always watching over you two. Just because we've accepted it doesn't mean we won't discipline you again if we deem it necessary."
With those final words, Sheila and Giselle turned and walked away, leaving Marci and Janette standing there, their hearts still racing and their rumps still sore from the intense spanking they had just received. As they slowly made their way back to their home, they couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions.
Sheila and Giselle's actions left Marci and Janette feeling both humiliated and strangely aroused.
But above all, they were happy that their new mothers had accepted them for who they were. As they continued their journey back to their home, they couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of closeness and intimacy with each other.
The events of the day had brought them even closer together, and they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.