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Flies buzz past you in the heady summer air. You walk through the cool forest, the grass soft under your hooves, and pass through patches of hot sun on your way to the clearing.
The goat girl said she’d meet you there, and with a surprise.
Your antlers catch on low-hanging branches and you stoop to pass. The warm, still air is pleasant on your bare coat and thick with the scents of earth, flowers, and grass.
When you approach the clearing, you tense in anticipation. A goat girl doesn’t approach a stag for no reason, or usually at all. They are timid and keep to themselves.
The reasons become clear as you step through the bushes.
She looks back, startled, and a deep blush colours her cheek. But she does not move, does not try to hide what she is showing you. What she is offering a male of a rival species.
“My men are not…” her single eye traces over your chest, arms, groin, and she seems lost for words.
You understand in a moment.
Having seen her small, scrawny, less endowed males – you can see why she invited a stag into the forest. You smile, appreciating her and her similarity to a doe. But her goat features are there, and you take them in. Her horns, her tail, her snow-white coat, her low and submissive ears. Her familiar-yet-exotic allure seizes you, and lust flows easily.
You step forward, your smile edging to a grin, and feel the overwhelming urge to steal her from her species and swell her belly with your half-deer hybrid.
You almost feel sorry for her men and their loss as you lay down behind her and take the ample curves of her hindquarters into your hands. She shivers, looks back at you, then leans in with hot breaths, and melts into your kiss.
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