Rachel opened her eyes, fingers still dipping into her snatch, to see the doe who had been Zoey creeping up to her, with her long deer neck outstretched. She noticed a white pattern on the fur of the deer's back leg which matched the filigree pattern of the tattoo on Zoey's thigh. Otherwise, it was hard to believe that this deer had been a curvaceous woman with bigger tits than her own only a few minutes ago.
The doe paced up to Rachel, who saw no point in running at this point. She gasped when the animal reached out her now long, narrow head and bit lightly onto her left breast's nipple and sucked. Rachel moaned, and the deer made a human sounding grunt of acknowledgement, and lowered her head between Rachel's legs.
Rachel grasped the tree with both hands, but still fell to her knees as the doe began to run its huge, wet tongue over her folds, against her very engorged clit, and finally into her vagina. Her moans and gasps filled the forest, and she nearly blacked out as she came, harder than she ever had in her life. She saw and heard static, and found herself whimpering on the ground, facedown, pine cones and moss and ferns in her face, as the doe stood over her. She laughed and smiled up at Zoey, who still had an undefinable human glint in her eyes.
And then Rachel felt the full force of the stag's giant cock drive in one motion into her pussy, from behind.