While many of the animals of the world now live within cities and homes of wood and stone, there is still a large selection of them who spend at least a part of, if not all of their lives out in the wilds they used to roam, living mostly normal lives, though sided by their new forms and enhanced intelligence. They stick to the basic script of what they used to call daily life, but now the predators and the prey just fuck each other rather than fucking each other up.
It's out here where the veil between the world our fluffy little sex addicts, and the one of the much less fluffy, much more active sex addicts the goats were trying to contact is at its weakest. Meaning that just hours after the ritual was performed, the wilds was the first place to see... The work of a lesser nature demon.
He isn't all that scary though... Depending on who you are, you might find him down right adorable. Speaking of adorable... I have a centaurian deer to introduce you to.
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The lake before me was thankfully still, once I stopped drinking from it at least. The water was my favourite place to spend time, relaxing and calm, with an easy way to check on my appearance in the reflective surface.
Oh I did love my eyes... Some days, I could get lost staring into them in a lake for hours before hearing one of the wolves coming for me. They could never hope to catch up though... Only a buck was allowed to mate me!
I could see my body too, speckled around my behind with white spots in the soft brown fur, matching my white tufted tail, my hips were just a little higher than I thought they were really supposed to be, my butt in line with my lower chest.
My human half was just as perfectly kept, my stomach tight and toned, my back straight, shoulders back, and neck kept at an elegant angle, just like my Momma had always taught me to be. I was a deer after all, the princess of the forest. Tall, majestic, with large, bouncing breasts to show my fertility! They didn't do bad as rests for my hands either...
Still though... I was supposed to be beautiful, and yet I could see in the still lake's reflection that I had browning flowers in my hair! I huffed, wondering if I'd have any luck finding a flower that stayed rigid and colourful some day, and resigned myself to yet another trip to the Great Meadow, the only place I know of that blooms in the kinds of pretty colours that worked with my golden brown hair and dark honey eyes.
When I arrived though, I felt that something was... Off. Something that I couldn't quite place a long, manicured finger on, an energy in the air that felt just a little too amped up and alien. The best I could even try to compare it to was the one and only time I went to a club in the city. It was so loud there, and people kept on "accidentally" grabbing my ass and touching my... Sensitive areas. The forest was definitely my home after that!
Still, out here, as I stepped further and further into the ankle high flower beds, I started to hear a rumbling and a rasping, a strange dragging sound until... Did that bush just move? Was that bush even there before? It looked like a giant flower head! It had tall, slender purple petals like a thistle, but yellow, pollen coated stems sticking up from the centre. Overall, the thing was maybe thigh height to me, but... Could I really never have seen it before? Then... It moved again though, twisting in my direction, and the green bulb at the thistles base stared back at me!
Wide, slanting eyes of deep, solid yellow stared at me as this strange plant head lifted itself up from the ground, noticing me, seeming sluggish as it hopped away, pushing itself off the ground with thick, succulent looking vines, one thick one in the centre, two slender arm like ones sticking out to the side.
"This is just bizarre..." I thought aloud, and stepped closer to the thing, knowing that if I really needed to, I could easily outrun it. I'd spent all of my life outfoxing the wolves, some strange plant wasn't going to catch me! Still though... It was beautiful to look at... A living flower? And one so big and beautifully coloured too...
I was already considering if I could talk to it, maybe even keep it to show that *I* knew where *all* of the best flowers were, when I took one step too close, and it lunged away again, bobbing unsteadily like a spider missing too many legs, casting a warning, rasping hiss in my direction.
"Heyyy... Hey hey hey, it's okay there little one... I wouldn't hurt you, I promise!" I smiled, speaking in an almost motherly tone, leaning down to hopefully be a little less threatening, as I let a smile spread over my full, hazelnut lips. Its petals were just so marvellous! How could something so pretty be scared of someone like me? Surely, we belonged together, right?
It had such a wonderfully simplistic face, those dull eyes and the slash of a mouth that opened a little wider, and a purple, pointed tongue slipped out, licking its lips-less lips with what looked like hunger. My body was three times its size though! It would have no hope at all of eating me...
That is when it lunged at me, and a second later I realised its primitive but... Perhaps... Not unwanted intentions.
It pounced, its vines lashing out to wrap around my torso, my face, and even my neck! I flinched away for only a moment as that triangular tongue slithered and slimed against my mouth for a moment before writhing between my lips, layering the inside of my mouth with a thick and somewhat sweet nectar! The creature hissed as It hung onto my face, and with a mighty yank I wouldn't have expected from its stubby form, the creature pulled me towards it, forcing my front legs to buckle and go down to my fore-knees in the tall flowers.
I didn't know really what to expect.. I automatically kissed back at the pretty creature, confused as my instincts sent a shiver through my entire spine and told my lower regions that it was mating season all of a sudden...
By the time I had my balance again, though still on my knees, the licking plant had yanked it'd tongue out of my mouth, and... I found myself actually missing its touch. The sweet taste is something I only rarely get to experience, and I was uncertain how I felt about my excited squeak I let out when the plant used its vines to clamber around me, shifting its main body, bulb, thing around onto my back, the vine that wrapped around my torso now squeezing at my full breasts as it ran a figure eight pattern through them! I felt an unfamiliar rush as the vines squeezed and pressed into my breasts, the smooth, softly haired vines stroking over my nipples as they re-positioned over and over for different grips... It was sort of overwhelming...
Occupying my place in the "Food chain" meant that though I could flee from sexual advances, if I was caught... I didn't really have the will to fight... Some little part of my mind started to enjoy the touch and caress of the vines, and that sick fascination spread until I decided that... Perhaps... This was not so bad? A unique flower creature finding me beautiful enough to shower me with its affection?
My romantic side turned sensual and primal however when the other two vines slipped down under my body, wrapping under my thighs at my rear end and pulling my legs aside to what degree they could. I felt the weight on my back shift further away from my torso, the vine at my chest sliding up over my large breasts to give the main body more room to move, meaning that I didn't even get to protest or buck or speak when the vine wrapped itself tightly around my throat like an anchor, pulling my head back, squeezing off the blood to my brain and... And I enjoyed that so very much... Being reminded that I was weak prey for the taking to any being strong and quick enough to take my by my vulnerable neck? I couldn't wish for more in my most depraved wolf pack fantasies...
Then I felt the tongue again.
Oh, by the Mother *Earth* did I *feel* that tongue again!
It dragged its sticky sweet self up and down along my most delicate place, somewhere that even I didn't even manage to touch... The most self satisfaction I ever got was from grinding against a smooth fallen log, but this just... Yyyes!
Its tongue dragged up and down without care at all for which hole it touched, my so badly neglected, thickly lipped pussy being ran back and forth over, his sticky tongue not missing an inch as he licked at my chubby cunt, his tongue pressing in-between the folds of my thick, dark lips, and sending sharp shivers through me that came out as shaking moans when he licked and lathered at my pink, wet insides, drenching my pussy lips further in his sticky nectar.
Then his tongue would move up, and I'd feel him licking at a place I'd only ever been touched in once by a particularly pervy rabbit who found himself sniffing and nuzzling into my ass. This was no little wet rabbit nose though, and I felt as my plump, puckered ass hole was getting the same kind if treatment as my pussy, being ran over thoroughly with wider circles, searching for an opening before that sticky tongue wormed its tip against my almost untouched ass, wriggling it's way inside and began to slide back and forth through my hole, tasting the delicate, flowery scent given off by my pheromones.
