Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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This erotic story features anthropomorphic (furry) characters, intelligent humanoid beings with both animal and human characteristics.
"Forest Encounter"
SHORT STORY
The time of bonding, for buck and doe, had come. The icy throes of Winter had yet to fully grip the neck of Autumn, and strangle the last vestiges of warmth in the Forest Kingdom. Still, the trees lay bare, and the air nipped at exposed skin.
In a clearing, peppered with flowerbeds, a young doe stood. She, like many of her anthro kin, stood upon hard-capped hooves, hers more graceful than most. Her body slim; her long Winter fur was slowly emerging, but she retained all the streamlined grace of the warm seasons. Toned legs, delicate waist, shapely arms, small breasts proudly on display — nipples perky from exposure to the elements. And her face...her soft face. Darling eyes shone through the evening shadow, stubby horns sat atop her head in graceful symmetry, and her snout bore a daintiness about it, terminating in a subtle pair of feminine lips. She presented a vision of cervine beauty as she walked around the clearing.
Aela, her name was. Daughter of the Forest King, the one who ruled all tribes of deer-folk. A princess in the eyes of her kind. She had come of age. Ready to enter womanhood. For her this was an important milestone in her life, one she wanted to go perfectly. Sadly, it may not have gone well for her at all...
* * *
In the grove tended by her father's Star-Speaker, she was prepared. At dawn she and many other females gathered to seek the blessing of those who commune with the skies, the spirits, and their ancestors. According to her father, her late mother was one such Star-Speaker. Aela knew it to be truth. No-one but a gift from the divine could've hoped to tame his heart, and thinking about her lineage brought a swell of pride to Aela.
They were ushered into the centre of the grove, guarded by the trees that surrounded them. The Star-Speaker of her people addressed each and every female in turn, muttering words of encouragement. The elder doe had seen many rutting seasons. Many excited does ready to have a buck track and claim them. It was a wondrous time. She too would partake. Her lover from the previous year was a handsome buck of twenty, strong-backed and full of energy. The surprise on his mother's face when she came the following day seeking her wisdom, and seeing him buried eagerly inside her. They laughed eventually.
Rutting was — as always — an important time for all deer-folk. New loves are born each year when the Winter solstice approaches. Those who have not found life-mates seek out a compatible lover, while those who have often engage in a little fooling around to whet their adventurous sides. The rut is carried out over the course of a day. The females taking part sequester themselves throughout the forest. The males would try their best to track down a female receptive to their advances. Then, there would be displays of affection: pronouncements of love, and flexing of muscles. When multiple bucks encountered the one doe a fight for dominance begins — the males wrestling to establish the right to rut her. Fearsome clashing of antlers, grown for this purpose, would echo across the land.
When the Star-Speaker came to Aela, she held her hand warmly, and promised her a night she will never forget. Giddily, she was escorted to the Star-Speaker's attendants, who began to brush and clean her cream fur. A dash of liquid perfume, made from crushed flowers, was splashed across her petite breasts. Small paint markings were placed on her shoulder, belly, inner thigh, and above her furry rear. Each doe was given a patterned loincloth, specially made for the occasion. Rich red thread wove its way though the grey-brown cloth, accompanied by streaks of bright blue stitched into the piece. Her fur pristine, her markings dry, and her clothing in place, Aela finished her look with a broad-petalled flower placed behind her ear. She glanced to her side. Several lower-caste does looked upon her with awe. She could turn heads aplenty among the girls, could she do the same for the boys?
* * *
The light was fast fading, and not a single person had found her. Part of her mind worried that she was too isolated, too well-hidden from the main body of the rut — but Aela knew the truth. A painful truth that had bothered her before now, but will have made itself known to all when rumour spreads of her solitude.
No male dared approach her. They knew her father as the most powerful being in their lives. Every buck steered clear, reluctant to despoil her out of fear or respect for the Forest King.
Aela sighed. She shivered as the air cooled further, her fur ruffled by an unwelcome breeze. She felt terrible. Was nobody even remotely brave enough to court her? Her arms crossed in the cold, rubbing her sides to heat up. Only a matter of hours 'till the day ends, and she becomes a laughingstock. Her eyes watered. Her finely-brushed fur and fancy appearance now seemed an awful, cruel joke. She sat down on a carved stone in the clearing, a marker of her people's territory.
An eternity passed before she heard the tell-tale signs of someone approaching. She tensed up. Her breathing was shallow, her heart beat faster. She knew that by this point in the day many deer were already mated, and returning home to the tribal camps to rest; someone seeing her alone would seal her fate as a lover-less doe.
"Aela?"
She spun around to see who called for her. Laying eyes upon the deer exiting the undergrowth, she realised it was her father: the Forest King. A tall and imposing figure, exuding authority and power wherever he went.
"Aela, are you alright, my angel?"
He moved closer. Her heart skipped a beat. He knew. He knew she hadn't found a mate.
"You are alone?" he asked, closing the distance quickly between them.
Aela watched her father approach. An ornately-decorated loincloth swayed between his legs as he strode towards her — the royal markings of her family adorning the luxurious material. Beneath it, she noticed the faint outline of his...maleness. Her gaze shifted upwards, seeing his taut chest, muscles rippling with each step. He bore a concerned look on his face, concern for his daughter's well-being.
He'd started his rut late in the evening. Hoping to find a young, energetic female to plough, one eager to serve her king. Now, his plans had changed. There was his daughter, his sweet angel, and she was tearing up.
The Forest King stood tall in the clearing. Taller than any other male could hope to be. He held Aela's hands in his, tenderly stroking the back of her palm. The towering alpha male melted in his daughter's presence.
Words would not suffice. Soon they embraced, a tight hug as Aela sniffled. Her father too was nearly brought to tears, knowing how upset he'd be if — as a young buck — he was abandoned during the rut. "It's okay," he reassured her, "it's nothing to cry over. There's always next year."
"That won't do, father," she whimpered, "the others, when they gossip about tonight...they will ask me who I laid with..."
"
Shh...shhh,
" he ran a hand through the fur on her back, "the young are fickle. This will pass."
"It won't."
"
Shhhh,
