Part 9 - All about the MILFs
I was glad I was close to my car, just a few more blocks away. Huffing and puffing a decent amount, a hint of sweat on my forehead but probably the lack of perspiration was due to the cold autumn temperature. The road I was jogging down was right at the edge of a steep slope downward, there was lots of elevation changes in and around Defluer, the ridges were the biggest. I knew I could keep going, keep running but the boundless energy was gone. Which meant my eagerness to run was gone too, leaving behind my memories of why I never took up running.
It wasn't being out of breath that made me slow for the first time. It was a nature sighting that did. I forgot about this kind of stuff living in Cedar Rapids. Smiling at the sight of six deer right at the edge of the woods. There was a decent sized (mostly) grassy area between us. Four full grown doe and two smaller ones were tentatively grazing there.
Only they weren't.
I... Something... It was like that dress. The one that went viral a while back. You know the one, some people said it was black and royal blue, some said white and gold? Only... I saw both. Deer and not deer. Four doe and two fawn AND Four brown fur clad women and two fur clad smaller ones. Six quadrupeds AND six bipeds.
I came to a stop, staring. Two of the doe (who were not doe) watched me in return. They were a good distance away but they were a Furry's dream come true. All four of the older females were buxom, covered in fur. Like all over, maybe as it was hard to tell from the distance, but their faces seemed as much human as deer. All were brown except for their bellies which were white. What really screamed insane to me was they were not naked, breasts and crotchs covered by scraps of old clothes. Old... Human clothes. One of them was wearing a purple "skirt" that for sure was a t-shirt ripped and tied at her hip. The logo of the local ice cream parlor right over where her vagina (probably?) was. Another had a cheetah print top. It was like if cavepeople had found a bag of old discarded Goodwill clothes and use that instead of furs.
Hoof feet but one of the females watching me put a hand over her black eyes, to shade them from the glare of the bright autumn sun. Her hands were... Well they weren't hoofs but there were only two fingers and a thumb. All three digits had dark black nails that I knew weren't painted. One by one the females all turned up to look at me, three moving to place themselves between me and the younger two. They were protecting them if I was a danger, a hunter. I wasn't but... Dad was and I had eaten my fair share of venison, I didn't think I would be able to anymore though.
Raising my hands seemed like the natural move, showing them I had nothing in them, unsure if they would even know how humans killed their kind. They must have because they all seemed to relax a little, the three in front of the kids didn't move but the tension went out of the group.
Then... And why this nearly pushed me over the edge, I couldn't say. But something had too. I just about fell over, just about took off, when one of them waved. It was totally a wave. Obviously a wave. Undeniably a wave. Stepping a little ahead of the others to do it.
"No! Nope, not happening!" A voice in my head screamed.
Refusing to wave back even though it was clearly the polite thing to do. If I waved back then I would have to believe that there were deer people out in the world. (Were all deer people? Were all animals people?) I nearly puked when one of the deer women spoke, not to me but to the waver. I couldn't understand and I didn't think it was the distance, it was a different freaking language. The one who waved sagged. I was too far away to see her blush, realized a furry creature probably did not blush, but got the impression she was. A lot was said by her ears moving around.
I felt bad. I couldn't be sure but I thought the interaction had been the other calling down the waver. Probably asking if she was dumb enough to think a human could actually see through... Whatever magical disguise they wore to look like regular deer.
Insane or not, I waved back.
"Pompake!" I heard the word very clearly from the lady who waved, it still meant nothing to me but she repeated it a few times and it floated up the hill to me. Ever the gentlemen my need to be polite and to stop the others from teasing her about waving to me won out over any refusal to believe this was happening. She waved with one... uh... Hand and pointed at me with the other, "Pompake! Pompake! Pompake!"
One of the others, I got a very grandmotherly impression from her, ran forward and stopped Pompake, as I thought of her, from waving. Only another female took it up, FURther away, with both hands. "She's testing you." I whispered, once more part of me screamed not too but I raised both hands higher and waved back with them.
"Pompake!" They all had watched the two handed wave, they all danced in shock at my return.
The older bossy one who I thought of as "Doewager" (Sue me!) rushed over and stopped the two handed waver as well. Then after a second, to make sure none of the others were doing anything she stepped forward. She called out something in their language. Motioning to her group. I didn't put my hands down but I stopped waving, shrugged and shook my head.
"I don't understand." I called back, all six of them dancing back, some instinct saying human tongue and voices were meant to be run from. "Sorry."
That made them confer, Doewager stepping forward again, putting her hands to both sides of her deerishly human face. Her words carrying up to me were very very very clear. "Fuck. You." All the others nodded when she looked back, agreeing she had gotten it right.
"Oh. Okay. Fuck you too then." I didn't scream it back, mostly said it under my breath in a sort of bemused surprise, but they heard it, nodding happily to each other.
"Fuck you!" One of the younger ones called, peeking out from behind his mother, his tone playful, the others laughed.
"Fuck you." First contact and it was curse words thrown back and forth.
"Fack goo." One of the others tried, not getting it right but it was close enough for all of us to understand.
"And fuck you too." Annoyed, here I thought it would be some... Well something magical and memorable, but nope, they were assholes just like humans.
"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" All of them started calling and chanting, while laughing at each other, at me! I tried to keep upbeat but got demorized really quickly. A flicker of memory surfacing, gym class freshman year, showers. The other guys hadn't pointed and chanted but they had nudged each other and whispered, laughed. At me! It had been cold in the locker room. That's what I told myself then and every time when the memory had surfaced afterward. Cold, yeah it was cold. Only now I knew that I had also been very small back before Jessica's magic changed me, the temp had made me miniscule! "Fuck you! Fuck you!"
All of us turned at the sound of the car. Coming up the little known and fairly unused side road. All the deer people shut up and ran for the woods, disappearing inside. Except for "Pompake" she stopped at the edge, she was the one with the ice cream parlor skirt. Giving me a wave, which I returned, but not raising my hand more than waist level so the person in the car wouldn't see a crazy person waving at nobody. Then a double wave, prancing in place before the rumble of the engine ran over her delight. A very blank, lifeless expression coming to her face before she darted off into the woods.
