The Rut
[All characters engaging in sexual activity are 18 years or older]
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I climbed up the long, winding hill.
"Sure Andy, why not have your cabin on a mountain? *huff* Wish I had rented a damn four-wheeler..."
I continued my trek, going deeper into the forest. My friend Andrew and his brother Frank owned a cabin that belonged to their grandfather, who built it in the middle of nowhere to be as far away from any cityfolk as possible. I was told that it was breathtaking how beautiful it was.
Andrew, Frank, Sullivan (our other friend), and myself were going to said cabin to party for the week before getting ready for college, but things took a turn for the worst: Andy and Frank had to attend a funeral for their grandpa while Sullivan was sicker than a dog. I didn't want to go, especially during such a difficult time for Andy and Frank, but they insisted that I go, that their shitty luck shouldn't stop me from enjoying myself. After tons of convincing, I relented and went on the trip.
After what seemed like hours, I finally made it to the cabin. They weren't kidding; the scenery was breathtaking! The cabin sat on a hill that was near the foot of the nearby mountain while also overlooking a somewhat large pond. The cabin itself was two stories and a basement, nothing like those mansion-like log cabins you see on TV...
To the right of the cabin was a large garage and shed where there was a boat, kayaks, and various supplies. There was a giant oak tree that sprung out of the ground just before the turf took an incline and formed into the beach. On the tree swung a hanging loveseat. In between the oak and the cabin were two bird feeders while a third feeder was just outside the living room window. A gravel and stone path trailed from the front porch to a set of stone stairs that led to the beach. There was a small yard to the left of the house, but the property was pretty much surrounded by forest on all sides.
As much as I wanted to take it all in, it was time to hit the hay. It took almost the entire day to get out here, so the sun was setting and I was exhausted!
Yawning, I went inside, haphazardly put away my stuff, took a shower and promptly went to bed.
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The next morning, I went out of the cabin to take stock of what I had inside the cabin and shed. After that I decided to go fishing for a few hours. I couldn't tell you the last time I went fishing... I sat in a folding chair, waiting for something to bite. The noises in nature lulled me to sleep; the light breeze, birds chirping, the chirping crickets... There weren't even any mosquitoes biting! At the end of the day I managed to catch two bigmouth basses, which I gutted and fried.
Before it got dark, I decided to feed the locals and filled up the bird feeders. Luckily enough, the birdseed was somehow not moldy at all. Once nightfall rolled around, I got changed and watched some Netflix (satellite internet is amazing!) before going to bed.
The next couple of days, however, weren't so nice. It rained, so I didn't bother going outside and watched more Netflix. Nothing of note happened, except for the second day...
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I was bored, but there was nothing I could do about it since it was raining. I thought I heard some bushes rustling, but figured that it was just the wind. I heard more rustling, so I went to the window to see what it was. Perhaps an overweight squirrel fell out of the feeder?
Once I got to the window to check on it, however, a large shape rushed past me. It was too stormy and dark outside to see anything, but whatever I saw was quite large...maybe one or two feet taller than me? I know bears were surprisingly fast, but this thing seemed way too graceful.
Arming myself with a meat-pounder, I slowly went out the front door and onto the porch. For several minutes, nothing happened.
I tentatively called out, "Hello? I hope there isn't a bear out here. Or a serial killer, or Bigfoot, or skunks..." Just then, two large, dark shapes leapt into the woods to my right, crashing with as much noise as a stampede.
"Huh," I said to myself, "must've been some deer..."
I went back inside and watched some Markiplier videos.
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The next day was as sunny as could be. I checked the ground for footprints, what I found was...weird to say the least. There were a handful of footprints, but they looked like they were made by a dinosaur, with a somewhat long foot and three clawed toes for each foot. They only appeared in the mud, mostly around the areas that I was near. I figured that the best thing to do was to try to relax...
I put on some swimming trunks and headed out to the beach. Humming, I made it halfway down the steps. Looking up, what I say made me stop dead in my tracks; a large body was lying on the beach. It looked like it belonged to a deer, but with some unusual differences. First, the animal's feet looked like the footprints; three toed feet and lizard like (minus the scales...) instead of cloven hooves. Second, the (relatively hairless) tail stuck out a foot away from the body, before ending in a large floof of light brown fur, more like something found on an exotic animal than a white-tailed deer. I heard some splashing, which was revealed to be a girl that was washing her face in the water. Noticing that something was amiss, she turned around and looked me right in the eye.
Getting a good look at her, I saw that the girl wasn't practically naked- she was actually naked! Various bead necklaces and bands decorated her tanned skin. A pancho-like article of clothing covering her hips. She looked at me with wide emerald-colored eyes. Her head sported slightly pointed ears and a pair of small antlers that sprouted through her dark, chocolaty brown hair that curled behind her head and ended at her shoulders. A colorful headband covered where her antlers sprouted from her head. Her body looked athletic, holding a pair of round and perky breasts dotted with two dark nipples.
The girl slowly and carefully held her arms to her chest. I stood there with my mouth wide open in astonishment. Her tail lifted, presenting her surprisingly human-looking vagina. The outer lips and inner thigh near her sex were also hairless.
Then the girl slowly rose from where she sat. The thing that astonished me even more was that she and the deer body were connected. Like a centaur. Deer-taur?
I gaped like an idiot and uttered, "Ugh..." At that, the deer-girl sprinted down the beach, leapt over the ridge, and crashed through the forest. I calmly walked back into the cabin and, after splashing ice-cold water on my face, sat on the couch and wondered to myself, "What in the fuck just happened?"
I did some research online, but the only thing I could find were 'cervitaur,' 'deer centaur,' or, more cryptically, 'deer-woman.' I tried to process everything that happened. Out of curiosity, I decided to refill the bird feeders to see if she would come back...
I waited and waited, but nothing came (except for the birds and squirrels) and before I knew it, the sun had died down. Yawning, I decided to hit the sack and check if anything happened in the morning.
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It was late at night when I thought I heard some creaking.
