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Therian Dreaming II

Chapter Seven

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

4th April, 2023

All Rights Reserved.

Gently nursing the exhausted Kelsie, Pete, still hard as mahogany inside her, was caught like a deer trapped in a log fence. He didn't want to wake her, the first time in what felt like forever – she slept – truly slept – almost like she was dead.

As carefully as he could, he leaned forwards, keeping a tight firm grip around her shoulders, as he lay her gently on her back, then snuggled in against her warm, furred belly.

“Damn it Kelsie..." Pete shuddered, feeling her vaginal walls instantly squeezing down, even without her conscious thought.

As gently as he could, he dismounted from within her, ever so gently and rolled over, trying to think of anything that would take his mind off it.

“Go to sleep - “ Pete growled at himself. “Our daughter will be hungry again soon, Kelsie can't nurse her, so..."

Pete pressed himself back against Kelsie, one of her legs over his shoulder in a comfortable, or so he hoped, pose, before he let his eyes drift closed.

“Mmph..." Kelsie moaned quietly, then twitched.

Her udder's still sore... Pete's mind told him. Get up...

With a groan, Pete carefully disengaged, then crept off the bed and threw a light gown on and crept from the room, lightly closing the door behind him.

*

Pete spent six hours, alternating between playing with their fawn out on the grass, and checking on the exhausted Kelsie. On his last trip to the bedroom, he cuddled their fawn close to his chest, her little tail flagging against his chest, as he opened the door and looked in.

“Kelsie, honey?" Pete called, walking over and sitting on the bed.

“Mmmph - “ Come the weak groan, before one leaf like ear rotated backwards. “Mas...Pete?"

“Yes my beloved, its me..." Pete smiled, gently placing a hand on her left shoulder.

'Tired..." Kelsie murmured, more asleep than awake. “Hungry..."

“I'm not surprised!" Pete chuckled quietly. “You've been sleeping since before breakfast, come on you lazy doe, out of bed!"

“Don't...want too - “ Kelsie grumbled quietly.

“Don't, or won't?" Pete smiled, then gently grabbed both her forelegs and rolled her over, so he could look at him and their fawn.

A strange flicker passed over Kelsie's eyes, faster than Pete could register, before she timidly sniffed at the fawn, who bleated and tried to suck on Kelsie's nose.

“Easy little one - “ Pete laughed quietly. “That's your mother, her nose isn't a teat you know... You can't possibly be hungry already?"

“Fawn..." Kelsie murmured, blinking sleepily.

“Yes love, our fawn, yours and mine."

“Pete...can I... I'm so...thirsty..."

“Wait here love, I won't be long."

Kelsie nodded weakly, her eyes fluttering closed as she began dozing again. Pete carried their daughter out and set her in the basket, then looked at the bottle and teat.

“You hungry?" He asked the fawn.

Gazing up at him with her dark brown eyes, the fawn bleated.

“That a yes?" Pete chuckled and shook his head. “I swear little one, you'd drain your mother dry, if she could give you her milk! You're growing up so quickly – is that natural for one of your – I mean our kind? Gods, I don't understand it! I'm... I'm a Therian too, you understand me? We're...well, young ears like yours don't need to hear this."

Pete busied himself with two bottles and teats – he knew Kelsie would hate it, but some hot milk formula would do wonders for her – and give her additional sources of valuable energy. His daughter watched him with intent and intelligence in her eyes – way more than should have been expected from a feral fawn. Every move was watched like a...

A predator...

Pete's mind reeled. No, I won't allow our daughter to turn out like... like what that Wikipedia page said about them. She'll be kind and gentle and loving, just like her mother...

He stood at the sink, trembling at the thought, this beautiful, innocent fawn...

Stop thinking like...

Without warning, the fawn began to cry. Like a summer storm, one minute she was happy and watching – the next – the tears coursed down her furred cheeks and splattered on the sun warmed blanket on which she lay. Pete ran to her, then snatched her up and draped her small forelegs over his right shoulder and one hand under her rump, the other softly stroking her beautiful spots on her back.

“I'm sorry little one, what happened? Did I say...no, I didn't say a..."

Her pealing cries hurt his ears, as he frantically began pacing back and forth in the kitchen, trying desperately to make her stop crying. It broke his heart, her frightened bleats, her little heart thundering in her chest, each choking breath filled with her tears and the mucus that run down her throat.

“Shhh, easy little one, easy!" Pete moaned, cuddling her close, hoping his voice and touch would soothe her.

Her cries continued, her trembling worse, as she screwed her eyelids closed and shook her head wildly, knocking her head against Pete's jaw.

“Hey, easy little one, settle, please!" Pete pleaded, putting her in his lap as he stroked her. “What's wrong? Are you sick? No? What's...scaring my dear, sweet little girl so badly?"

Terrible images flashed into his mind – blood, violence, fire – screams from dozens of throats – some human – some – animal-like...

“PETE!" Kelsie's painful shriek tore through the house.

Without a thought, he clutched the fawn tight and ran towards the bedroom....

*

Kelsie had, in her panic, tangled herself in the bed sheets, her tears streaking down her muzzle and body shaking with terror. Trying to juggle the still crying fawn, and comfort Kelsie, Pete put the fawn between himself and Kelsie, cuddling in close.

“Hey, easy!" He murmured, kissing away Kelsie's salty tears. “Hey, come on love..shh, its alright, you're safe, you're both safe now, here, with me..."

Slowly, both the fawn and Kelsie's tears eased, before she sniffled and timidly licked Pete's face.

“Sorry...I didn't mean..."

Pete tenderly stroked Kelsie's right ear. “Shh, its alright – was it..."

He found himself lost for words, afraid of what Kelsie would say, especially in front of the still sobbing fawn.

“It's alright little one, you're safe too..." Pete whispered, as he lightly kissed the fawn between the ears.

“Nigh..." Kelsie began, but quietened when Pete placed a hand on her mouth.

Nightmares – Pete thought to himself. Why is Kelsie having them again? Its been years since those... those bastards...

With a sob, the fawn began to cry again, Kelsie frowning and Pete gently stroking her.

“Shh, its alright little one..."

“Pete – is she..." Kelsie's own eyes began to well with tears, the tears and trembling of her fawn against her heightening her innate maternal instinct to protect and nurture.

“I'm...scared Kelsie, truly scared!" Pete whispered, as he continued stroking the fawn. “I think our little girl is picking up... Can you smell anything? Anything at all? Urgh, I mean, pheromones or...something – I don't know what!"

Kelsie weakly shook her head. “No...but I'm...I'm not sure..."

Pete kissed the fawn between the ears again, then stroked Kelsie's cheek, feeling the wetness of her fur.

“I think my love, maybe, when your...that happened, maybe somehow, some sort of pheromone or something, our daughter sensed, or smelt it...hence her own terrible fear."

Kelsie tried to look down at their fawn, then back up at Pete.

“I'm a - “ Kelsie began, once more, tears welling.

“Shh, no, its not your fault honey. It's – I've been thinking, since the little one here was born, I think you're suffering from two things. One, its obvious, the mastitis in your udder, I can't begin to imagine how much it must hurt you..."

Kelsie sniffled and bravely tried to hold back her tears.

“Second... I've heard about – well, its a mental condition...no, wrong word, its, well ,the brain chemistry in the mother – humans mostly – and you are partially human..."

“I'm a therian..." Kelsie sniffled.

“I'm sure, somewhere in your ancestry, there's human in you..."

A weak smile touched Kelsie's lips and she moved her eyes down towards her belly, then back up again.

“That's not what I meant!" Pete blushed, then kissed her nose. “I meant – your innate ability to speak, to understand, to feel – human like emotions, like love and compassion and good, positive things..."

Kelsie frowned slightly, then winced as a twinge from her udder struck her.

“Kelsie? Please my love, stay here with our daughter, I'll get you some more milk..."

“I don't want anymore, I'm not a fawn..."

Pete sighed and looked her straight in the eyes, then lightly cupped her chin. “You will drink it, and the medicine in it, or I will pour it down your throat. I want you get better, not worse! If untreated... you don't want to know what that will do to you..."

Kelsie swallowed, her leaf like ears flattening and eyes widening. She genuinely grew fearful at Pete's almost growl at her – something in his eyes warning her not to push anymore. He'd never hurt her – not intentionally – but he was known to be stern with her – when he had to be, which thankfully, wasn't often.

“Yes, Pete - “ Kelsie murmured, dropping her eyes.

Pete inwardly winced, hating himself for having to come down so hard on Kelsie, but he genuinely wanted her to get better, not worse. He crept back off the bed, flicking a glance at Kelsie and the whimpering fawn doe, before he left the bedroom.

It took him ten minutes, to mix the formula and fill the two bottles, before he returned and looked at them both, Kelsie stopped licking the fawn, then she looked up and her muzzle wrinkled as she seen the bottle and teat for her.

“Alright, I'll feed our daughter first, she'll get sleepy afterwards, then I'll bed her down, then give you yours, alright?"

“No..." Kelsie grumbles faintly, almost inaudibly.

Pete looked at her and Kelsie sniffled, then again, dropped her eyes. Pete gently lifted up the fawn, cuddling her in his lap, as he rubbed the milk wet teat against her furred lips.

Almost instantly, the fawn began to suckle, her tail flagging and Kelsie watched with interest.

“I wish I could feed our baby..." Kelsie sniffled. “I know I should..."

Pete looked over at her. “If we get your infection cleared away, there's a chance – a small chance – you can still produce milk Kelsie, after... after I feed her, and you, I'd like, with your consent, to try something..."

Kelsie sniffled and nodded, before resting her head on the pillow and closing her eyes. Pete gently wiggled the bottle, watching as the fawn sucked down the last of the milk formula.

“She's almost as fast as you were – I swear, Kelsie, I'd give you a bottle and you'd drink half of it even before I got comfortable..."

Kelsie's weak giggle escaped her and she sighed quietly.

“Alright little one, there you go, all finished!"

Pete gently dried the fawns muzzle with a soft cloth, then set her down in a basket in the corner of the room. With a few weak bleats, the fawn curled up and in seconds, she was fast asleep.

“That's something you never did Kelsie - “ Pete whispered, as he picked up the other bottle and teat. “You were always such a fussy fawn, I'd feed you, toilet you, and then you wouldn't lie down unless I was laying with you, cuddling you close."

With a reluctant sigh, Kelsie looked up at Pete, who gently took her under the chin and lifted her head up. With a slight curl of her lips, Kelsie quivered, before she began suckling the teat.

“I do love you, you know that, don't you?" Pete told her, lovingly stroking her flat ears.

Kelsie looked at him, before she quivered again and began sucking with more vigour, determined to drink it a s fast as she could, to stop this humiliating feeling she had.

In two minutes, Kelsie sucked the bottle dry, then shuddered and lifted her head away.

“It's not the same..." Kelsie grumbled.

“What's..." Pete asked, setting it on the sideboard carefully.

“That formula...its changed, I know, trust me – you made me drink more than enough of it as a fawn..."

Pete smiled and lightly brushed away a few droplets from Kelsie's muzzle.

“Now, my love, you trust me, don't you? You know I'd never willingly hurt you..."

Kelsie's ears pricked forwards, as she frowned. “What...do you..."

“On your back, please?"

Kelsie, with help, wriggled over onto her back, her four legs folding down on her belly, as she felt incredibly vulnerable – her soft throat and belly exposed.

“Shh, it'll be alright love, I promise..." Pete murmured, as he manoeuvred himself to cover her, making her feel a bit safer.

Ever so gently, holding the worst of his weight on his knees, he began kissing and lightly nibbling Kelsie's throat. At first, she trembled in fright – sensing deep within her – the beast that lurked beneath Pete's gentle exterior...

“Easy honey..." Pete murmured, moving slightly down her neck and kissing and gently lipping her chest, moving slowly.

“It..." Kelsie twitched and shuddered.

“Ticklish love?"

Kelsie quivered and nodded.

Again, he moved backwards, drawing his tongue through her fine belly fur, his fingers probing and ever so tenderly massaging as he went. Kelsie shivered and quivered, then gasped softly as he very gently brushed his lips over the first two of her teats.

“Easy..." Pete whispered, kissing and with a feather light touch, gently rolling the right teat between two finger tips, his lips parting and edging their way down the left one.

“Urgh..." Kelsie gasped, as Pete lightly suckled, caressing her other teat with his fingers. “Pete..."

He was incredibly careful, knowing the bottom right one was inflamed and sore – his fingers splaying out to squeeze and gently massage the warm leathery udder, his tongue pressing the elongated teat up against the roof of his mouth as he suckled softly. With his free hand, he slowly walked his fingers down her flank and pushed down her tail.

Kelsie squirmed, caught between fear, pain and the undeniable pleasure as Pete grinned and suckled like a thirsty fawn on the warm teat. His fingers spread apart Kelsie's labial folds, then released them, only to slip a finger just inside and feather her clitoris.

“Uhhhh..." Kelsie gasped, her body arching up off the bed, before slumping down again. “Nnnn..."

Pete giggled deep in his throat, suckling happily and teasing Kelsie's clitoris with two fingertips.

“Nnngh - “ Kelsie gurgled, starting to twitch and writhe helplessly.

Pete placed a hand lightly on her belly, giving her a gentle squeeze, before he eagerly alternated between her two front teats.

For nearly an hour, he worked Kelsie to the edge, then stopped teasing her, letting her settle, before bringing her even closer – closer again – closer still...

Kelsie suddenly squealed, her body bucked once and her orgasm erupted throughout her body. Pete moaned, feeling the wetness of it splash over his fingers – and more than a little of his own offerings.

Great, need to get new sheets, that's so not...

His eyes went wide, as he tasted something...

Hot, creamy, richer than any cows milk he'd ever had – spurted into his mouth and down his throat. His eyes widened, as he gently palpated Kelsie's other teat, and a spurt of hot doe's milk was squeezed out in an arching stream. Again, he squeezed, and suckled, the hot milk almost filling his mouth as he swallowed it down.

“Urgh...Pet..." Kelsie's eyes widened. “What...what's...that..."

Pete suckled for another few moments, filling his mouth with the delicious, hot milk, before he quickly climbed up and pressed his lips against Kelsie's.

Her eyes widened even further, as he let the milk dribble from his mouth into hers, Kelsie's body quivering, as she felt and tasted her own milk.

“I'm..." Kelsie whispered, after she had swallowed it.

Pete smiled and kissed her lovingly on the forehead. “Yes love, you're lactating... producing milk!"

Kelsie could only lay beneath him, feeling the glands within her udder swelling and filling as she stared up, open muzzled at her beloved partner.

TO BE CONTINUED...