The Replacement Mate (Anthro Stag x Human Wife NTR) (Opening Scene)

The Stag sprinted through the forest, running for his life in fear. His mate was dead. A terrifyingly loud cracking noise had echoed through the trees, followed by his beloved doe collapsing in a bloody heap beside him. He had let out a whine of despair, but could do nothing for her. A second loud noise followed the first, and something whistled by his ear.

He bolted through the woods at breakneck speed until finally the loud cracking noises faded off into the distance. The Stag was alive, but alone. His mate was gone. Struck dead by whatever had made those terrifying sounds.

He was still frightened. And thirsty. His ears perked up, twitching at the sound of a nearby creek. He padded his way over to the water and dipped his down to begin drinking.

The Stag was interrupted by the sound of commotion coming from the right. The beast cocked his head, seeing flashing light creeping through the trees. Despite that survival instinct urging him to run away again, something else compelled him to investigate: curiosity.

He approached the source of the noises, not driven off by them like he had been with the loud cracking noises. As he neared the noises, his ears perked up again as he heard a rhythmic chanting. Another few steps soon revealed that the sounds were coming from a small log cabin.

Hesitantly, the Stag followed the sounds all the way to their source, his ears twitching cautiously as he stepped into the cabin. The source of the chanting was an old human woman. She was standing over a fire. The smell of herbs and spices filled the Stag’s nostrils.

Upon hearing the sound of the Stag’s hooves on the wooden floor, the Hag looked up from her pot. Her eyes met with the Stag’s, neither human nor beast moving a muscle for a moment. Finally, the Hag’s wrinkled mouth spread into a wide smile, several of her teeth missing as she did.

“Welcome, welcome, noble beast,” the Hag croaked. “Come closer. Don’t be shy,” she said, waving him over.

Once again, something about the old woman’s gentle tone of voice yet commanding presence compelled him to obey. He clopped over to her, his antlers bared cautiously at the woman cautiously. When he was within range of her, she slowly reached out to touch his furry cheek. He flinched for only a moment but accepted her touch.

“Oh dear, I can sense pain in you, gentle beast,” the Hag said. Her fingers dabbed at the left side of the Stag’s long neck. Her fingers came away red. “Hmm, blood. But not yours?” The Hag pondered for several moments as she looked deeply into his eyes. “Ah, your mate’s, I take it?”

The Stag could not understand what the old woman was saying. It shook its great head, whining. “Shh shh,” the Hag said. “There, there, noble creature. Such cruelty from my own people. Pathetic little men, killing animals for sport,” she spat. “I will make this right, sweet stag, noble stag.”

The Hag inclined the Stag to settle down into the floor of the cabin on all fours. For reasons unknown to his bestial mind, he felt comforted by her presence. The Hag then started chanting again. The old woman increased the intensity of the fire; smoke filled his small black nose and the Stag felt his eyes shutting. The last thing he heard and felt before losing consciousness was the Hag singing into his ear while stroking his neck.

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“Honey, I’m home!”

Jessica heard her husband, Bill’s voice from downstairs. The blond-haired thirty-year old woman got up from her bed to greet him, setting aside the romance novel she had been reading.

Truth be told, she had been hoping to get herself in the mood for a night of passion with Bill. He had gone out hunting again as he often did, but now that he was back home she was hoping they could spend some intimate time together. It had been so long since the last time they had, and she had even worn her kinkiest lingerie for the occasion, beneath her nightgown.

She walked out of her bedroom, standing over the railing of the loft of their luxury cabin to look down on the living room. Any enthusiasm she had at her husband’s arrival drained out of her when she saw that he was carrying a deer that he had shot and killed, slung over his shoulder.

“Oh Bill,” she groused, rubbing her temples with her fingers.

“What? Aren’t you impressed, babe?” Bill retorted. “Biggest doe I’ve ever bagged! Didn’t get the Stag though. Big bastard bolted off before I could get him.”

Jessica shook her head. She did not approve of his hunting hobby. He insisted on filling the cabin with animal furs and trophy heads mounted on the walls. She found the whole thing rather uncomfortable and distasteful. Jessica rather admired animals, and could not bring herself to kill any of them. Even spiders that she found in the cabin would get scooped up and tossed out rather than smooshed under foot like Bill did.

Some of Jessica’s girl friends had questioned how she and Bill had ended up together considering how opposite they were when it came to animals, among other things. Bill would not even allow Jessica to own a pet, despite how much she wanted a dog or a cat. He merely enjoyed hunting, but had no interest in caring for one. He was a good provider and worked a good Wall Street job back home, and Jessica was appreciative of that, but whenever they spent time out in their vacation cabin in the mountains, their opposite personalities became more apparent.

“I don’t think the cabin needed another deer head, Bill,” Jessica opined with a sigh.

“Yeah well, sorry babe,” Bill replied sardonically.

Jessica wanted to say more to him but she bit her tongue. This was their vacation, after all, and the last thing she wanted to do was start a fight.

Doing her best to bring out her lustful side, Jessica bit her lip as she prepared to give her husband a nice kinky show, stripping off her nightgown to reveal the lingerie she was wearing underneath.

“Oh Bill…I’ve got a surprise for y-

“Hey babe,” he cut her off in the middle of preparing to skin the doe in the other room. “Jeff and Andy are coming by in a few hours to pick me up.”

Jessica blinked. Her attempt at seduction utterly deflated. “Bill, really? Your friends are coming to pick you up at this hour?! What for?!”

“They want to take me up to Poughkeepsie for a few days. A hunting trip with just the boys, you know? Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon enough.”

Jessica couldn’t believe this. She was fuming. “Bill! This is our vacation! Don’t you want to spend any time with me?!”

“Babe, why you gotta be like this?! I don’t get to do what I want out here after I bust my ass on the trading floor day in, day out?!”

Jessica threw her hands up. “Fine, go then! Go hunt and butcher animals, since that’s all you seem to enjoy doing!”

“Yeah yeah, go to sleep, honey! Sounds like you need it!”

Jessica slammed the bedroom door behind her. She felt like an absolute idiot now, having prettied herself up for his ungrateful ass.

Still, even if he wasn’t interested at the moment, she still was. She badly needed to take some of the edge off, now more than ever. And she’d do that with or without him.

Going into the drawer of her solid oak nightstand next to the bed, she pulled out one of her erotic novels and her trusty vibrator. Drawing her panties down her long, slender legs, the neglected wife pressed the tip of her vibrator to her needy pink sex and turned that fucker into high.

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The Stag awoke as if from a very long slumber. But he felt…different. Very different.

“The ritual is finished,” the Hag said. It took him a moment to remember where he was, but then he recalled the old woman, the Hag. Somehow the Stag was able to understand her now. “Go on. Take a look at yourself, my glorious creature.”

She inclined him to look at a panel. He was startled for only a moment, seeing a stag that looked just like himself within it. There was a time he would’ve run away in fear upon seeing this, believing that it was a rival stag he was looking at.

“It’s a mirror. A reflection,” the Hag explained. “Do not be frightened. Behold your new self.”

The Stag blinked, amazed at what he was seeing. It was him, but a very different version of him, an anthropomorphic version. No longer did he stand on four legs, but two - two very strong, muscular legs. And his torso was structured like a human torso now, and was rippling with clearly-defined muscle. He still possessed a snout, and a black button nose, and of course, a proud set of antlers.