08-04-2008, 04:12 PM
But But But Written by Dragon
Mary Jo sat straight up in bed! Who had screamed! Had it been her? She was in a cold sweat! Her pulse racing, and her ample breasts swaying with the rise and fall of her breath. She realized she was shaking. She shook her head sending her short cole black hair swinging shaking out the cobwebs. She swung her feet over the side of the bed Her tee shirt was in a tangle around her body it was soaked with sweat and clung to her soft curves. A shot of clarity came to her fuzzy thinking when her feet hit the cold floor. BRR the moon through the window shown a trace of frost on the window pane The chill in the air made her shake all the more. She had woken herself by shouting. The dream snapped into relief, she recalled it so vividly! It had been strange bordering on bizarre.
Mary Jo lay back down into her bed under the covers to warm up, calm down , and replay the events of the dream? in her head. She was in her own bed, in her own house, on her family's large farm. It was mid December, halfway through deer season, But the unseasonably warm weather the last few days had made it seem like late summer. Even though it was chilly at night the days had warmed to the point where one could wear just light clothing during daylight hours.
The warmth of her blankets comforted Mary Jo, the shakes were gone as she ran over things in her head. The dream had seemed so real yet so strange! Well not that strange considering what had been on her mind the last few days. She had been sitting in her tree stand bow hunting for deer, She had built it herself.
Mary Jo had always been a bit of a tomboy seeing as how she was and only child and growing up on a farm and all. She was kind of like the son her dad never had, all through her teen years but now she was twenty and even though she looked like one of the boys when she wore her coveralls, she was definitely all woman under them. Standing about 5 foot 5 weighing in at about 145 she was just a little chubby but she packed it in all the right places! Mary Jo had had lots of time to think over the last few days while up in her tree, Strange how your mind wanders when you are just sitting there watching for something that was not going to come along. With the weather being so warm the deer had not been moving and she did not feel like tracking them. It had started the second day as she approached the tree stand made between two trees that had grown like a vee. she had simply tied ropes between the two to make rungs like a latter each one about two feet higher than the next up to the platform where she sat on a crate.
Mary Jo had long been fascinated with her soft white pudgy belly ever since that day in the barnyard, she was only a little girl and had been playing with one of the kid goats She had tried to pick it up causing it to squeal. Of course the nanny goat had come running, Mary Jo had dropped the kid and started to back away. But the goat had charged her and butted her right in the gut. Sending her breath from her in a whoosh and knocking her up against the pasture fence.
The nanny obviously thought she had learned enough of a lesson and came in again head down and caught poor Mary Jo low in the belly squishing her against the fence before her dad had shooed the goat away. She was ok just had the wind taken out of her sails, But she always remembered the feeling of having her insides rearranged by an outside force. Many times she had been alone in her room sitting on her bed she had pulled up her shirt and stared down at her belly. She would poke a finger into it seeing how soft and squishy it was Then she would double up her fist and lightly punch it into her belly bringing an ooof! to her lips and in her later teen years a tickle to her loins and a tingle up her spine.
She had never told anyone of these feelings fearing that they would think she was weird or something. She had not even told her two closest friends Anne and Shelly and they had shared most of their intimate secrets about everything from boys to school , makeup and all else that was important to girls who had grown up together. But the dream! It had been the third day of the season and she had sat board out of her mind until about 10am Tying her bow on the string and lowering it to the ground she climbed down retrieved and stretched bow. She had heard some rustling in the nearby bushes but had not seen anything and whatever it was wasn't cooperating and refused to be hunted so she decided to call it a morning and go for breakfast.
Mary Jo took two steps down the trail and froze! for on the small rise about 40 yards away was one of the biggest set of horns she had seen in a long time! Very slowly she brought her bow around and strung an arrow.. The buck just stood there passively looking right at her.. He had not run, ok sucker, stay right there and you're going down she thought to herself. She drew back and sighted in on beast. She was about to let fly when a snap to her left drew her vision just in time to see a streaking blur of brown coming at her. It was a doe in to quick leaps she was there head down she rammed Mary Jo just under her left breast sending her flying back into the rope rigging of her stand and sending her bow flying into a bush.
This is where the dream got weird! Mary Jo clutched at her side heaving for air she was going to try and scramble back up the ropes but did not have the strength. She eyed the bow and calculated the time it would take to get but decided it would take too long to reach. The doe had backed off a step but seemed ready to charge again. This was nuts! She had heard of bucks attacking people but never a doe, deer were supposed to run away from humans they were afraid of them.
In a flash the buck was off the rise and also stood looking ready to charge. Mary Jo regained her breath and tried to shoo them away waving her hands and yelling but the deer were not budging ,it didn't make sense.
Her hand found the knife at her belt but when she unsnapped it the buck lowered his head and snorted. Easing her hand off the handle the buck merely raised his head and drew back a step almost as if he knew !
What do you want from me? Mary Jo yelled. As if in answer the doe turned to the side revealing a splotch of black on her side. Mary Jo gasped recognizing the deer. She had tracked this one a couple years ago she had taken the buck that was running with her. This was too weird! A deer out for revenge?! Mary Jo backed up against on of the trees arms outstretched as if to ward off an attack.
The doe faced her again and lowered her head, Mary Jo was about to bolt but the buck merely lowered his horns and side stepped the direction she was looking. Mary Jo did not want to get stuck by those mean looking horns so she stayed put. She stood there with her arms too her side and again the buck backed off as if content to let the doe handle it. The doe still had her head down and made a false start at a charge. Mary Jo flinched and her arms came up to protect against the deer, but the doe lowered her head further and came in under Mary Jo's guard catching her square in the stomach. Knocking her into the rope ladder, which spit her right back out again and into another butt to her belly from the deer.
Mary Jo sagged into the ropes clutching at her wounded belly gasping as the doe backed up as if to get some more running room. Mary Jo frantically looked right and left for a way of escape but a single step brought the buck threatening again. Mary Jo was trapped. She screamed, Leave me alone! But the doe merely looked at her with huge saucer eyes. It was then Mary Jo knew she had done this deer wrong ? and that she was out to settle a score, She also knew she had something coming to her and they weren't going to leave her alone. The strangest sensation came over her she knew what the deer wanted! she did not know how but she did. OK Mary Jo said you win. I have this coming, this is what you want isn't it? She reached up and trembling fingers found the zipper to the front of her coveralls she zipped them open all the way down to her crotch pulling them open.
It was a warm day despite supposedly being winter. She looked down and was surprised to see under her coveralls she had nothing on except for a pair of frilly pink lace trimmed panties that were peeking out, she wore no bra and her breasts with their large pink nipples swung free in the breeze... This had to be a dream! Mary Jo backed up against the rope ladder of her tree stand with her back against the roping she hooked both arms up over a rope that came just below her shoulder blades letting it settle into her armpits knowing she was going to need some support for what was going to happen.
You are going to head butt me in my belly aren't you? The doe merely blinked and lowered her head, yep I thought so. The doe charged forward sending her skull driving into Mary Jo's stomach Mary Jo collapsed into the ropes UUUUUGGGGHHH! The deer backed up a step as Mary Jo's belly shook and her hips spasmed back out of the ropes. The deer came again lower this time into her lower belly roll OOOOOOF!! she gasped Again the doe having found her weak spot charged.
Thump! driving her head into Mary Jo's white rolls AUUUUUFFFF!! Mary Jo's knees buckled as she hung by her arms on the rope. The doe reared on her hind legs and sent her head smashing once more into Her soft lower belly and driving straight down snapping Mary Jo's arms off the rope. She landed so that now she was on her knees leaning backwards against the rope with her coverall wide open and her belly wide open. The doe reared and brought her hooves smacking down into Mary Jo's belly rolls sending a sharp pain rocketing up her spine.
The blow sent her belly wiggling and her breasts swaying OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHWWWWWW! She cried This was crazy she thought I getting by belly beaten by a deer. The doe reared again and brought her head slamming directly into Her belly again THWUMP!UUUUUUWWWWWWFF! SHE felt the fur of the does' head as it made contact with her soft flesh, It was sort of like getting her belly whomped with a ten-pound bowling ball inside of a coonskin cap. Mary Jo was almost out cold and through bleary eyes she saw the deer back way up and knew as she charged that this would be the one to put her away. THWUMP! OOOHH!!HHOO! she groaned as she passed out hanging limply by her arms belly swaying and breasts jiggling. That was when she sat straight up in bed.
Mary Jo looked at the clock it was 5 am it was time to get up and go hunting.
Mary Jo sat straight up in bed! Who had screamed! Had it been her? She was in a cold sweat! Her pulse racing, and her ample breasts swaying with the rise and fall of her breath. She realized she was shaking. She shook her head sending her short cole black hair swinging shaking out the cobwebs. She swung her feet over the side of the bed Her tee shirt was in a tangle around her body it was soaked with sweat and clung to her soft curves. A shot of clarity came to her fuzzy thinking when her feet hit the cold floor. BRR the moon through the window shown a trace of frost on the window pane The chill in the air made her shake all the more. She had woken herself by shouting. The dream snapped into relief, she recalled it so vividly! It had been strange bordering on bizarre.
Mary Jo lay back down into her bed under the covers to warm up, calm down , and replay the events of the dream? in her head. She was in her own bed, in her own house, on her family's large farm. It was mid December, halfway through deer season, But the unseasonably warm weather the last few days had made it seem like late summer. Even though it was chilly at night the days had warmed to the point where one could wear just light clothing during daylight hours.
The warmth of her blankets comforted Mary Jo, the shakes were gone as she ran over things in her head. The dream had seemed so real yet so strange! Well not that strange considering what had been on her mind the last few days. She had been sitting in her tree stand bow hunting for deer, She had built it herself.
Mary Jo had always been a bit of a tomboy seeing as how she was and only child and growing up on a farm and all. She was kind of like the son her dad never had, all through her teen years but now she was twenty and even though she looked like one of the boys when she wore her coveralls, she was definitely all woman under them. Standing about 5 foot 5 weighing in at about 145 she was just a little chubby but she packed it in all the right places! Mary Jo had had lots of time to think over the last few days while up in her tree, Strange how your mind wanders when you are just sitting there watching for something that was not going to come along. With the weather being so warm the deer had not been moving and she did not feel like tracking them. It had started the second day as she approached the tree stand made between two trees that had grown like a vee. she had simply tied ropes between the two to make rungs like a latter each one about two feet higher than the next up to the platform where she sat on a crate.
Mary Jo had long been fascinated with her soft white pudgy belly ever since that day in the barnyard, she was only a little girl and had been playing with one of the kid goats She had tried to pick it up causing it to squeal. Of course the nanny goat had come running, Mary Jo had dropped the kid and started to back away. But the goat had charged her and butted her right in the gut. Sending her breath from her in a whoosh and knocking her up against the pasture fence.
The nanny obviously thought she had learned enough of a lesson and came in again head down and caught poor Mary Jo low in the belly squishing her against the fence before her dad had shooed the goat away. She was ok just had the wind taken out of her sails, But she always remembered the feeling of having her insides rearranged by an outside force. Many times she had been alone in her room sitting on her bed she had pulled up her shirt and stared down at her belly. She would poke a finger into it seeing how soft and squishy it was Then she would double up her fist and lightly punch it into her belly bringing an ooof! to her lips and in her later teen years a tickle to her loins and a tingle up her spine.
She had never told anyone of these feelings fearing that they would think she was weird or something. She had not even told her two closest friends Anne and Shelly and they had shared most of their intimate secrets about everything from boys to school , makeup and all else that was important to girls who had grown up together. But the dream! It had been the third day of the season and she had sat board out of her mind until about 10am Tying her bow on the string and lowering it to the ground she climbed down retrieved and stretched bow. She had heard some rustling in the nearby bushes but had not seen anything and whatever it was wasn't cooperating and refused to be hunted so she decided to call it a morning and go for breakfast.
Mary Jo took two steps down the trail and froze! for on the small rise about 40 yards away was one of the biggest set of horns she had seen in a long time! Very slowly she brought her bow around and strung an arrow.. The buck just stood there passively looking right at her.. He had not run, ok sucker, stay right there and you're going down she thought to herself. She drew back and sighted in on beast. She was about to let fly when a snap to her left drew her vision just in time to see a streaking blur of brown coming at her. It was a doe in to quick leaps she was there head down she rammed Mary Jo just under her left breast sending her flying back into the rope rigging of her stand and sending her bow flying into a bush.
This is where the dream got weird! Mary Jo clutched at her side heaving for air she was going to try and scramble back up the ropes but did not have the strength. She eyed the bow and calculated the time it would take to get but decided it would take too long to reach. The doe had backed off a step but seemed ready to charge again. This was nuts! She had heard of bucks attacking people but never a doe, deer were supposed to run away from humans they were afraid of them.
In a flash the buck was off the rise and also stood looking ready to charge. Mary Jo regained her breath and tried to shoo them away waving her hands and yelling but the deer were not budging ,it didn't make sense.
Her hand found the knife at her belt but when she unsnapped it the buck lowered his head and snorted. Easing her hand off the handle the buck merely raised his head and drew back a step almost as if he knew !
What do you want from me? Mary Jo yelled. As if in answer the doe turned to the side revealing a splotch of black on her side. Mary Jo gasped recognizing the deer. She had tracked this one a couple years ago she had taken the buck that was running with her. This was too weird! A deer out for revenge?! Mary Jo backed up against on of the trees arms outstretched as if to ward off an attack.
The doe faced her again and lowered her head, Mary Jo was about to bolt but the buck merely lowered his horns and side stepped the direction she was looking. Mary Jo did not want to get stuck by those mean looking horns so she stayed put. She stood there with her arms too her side and again the buck backed off as if content to let the doe handle it. The doe still had her head down and made a false start at a charge. Mary Jo flinched and her arms came up to protect against the deer, but the doe lowered her head further and came in under Mary Jo's guard catching her square in the stomach. Knocking her into the rope ladder, which spit her right back out again and into another butt to her belly from the deer.
Mary Jo sagged into the ropes clutching at her wounded belly gasping as the doe backed up as if to get some more running room. Mary Jo frantically looked right and left for a way of escape but a single step brought the buck threatening again. Mary Jo was trapped. She screamed, Leave me alone! But the doe merely looked at her with huge saucer eyes. It was then Mary Jo knew she had done this deer wrong ? and that she was out to settle a score, She also knew she had something coming to her and they weren't going to leave her alone. The strangest sensation came over her she knew what the deer wanted! she did not know how but she did. OK Mary Jo said you win. I have this coming, this is what you want isn't it? She reached up and trembling fingers found the zipper to the front of her coveralls she zipped them open all the way down to her crotch pulling them open.
It was a warm day despite supposedly being winter. She looked down and was surprised to see under her coveralls she had nothing on except for a pair of frilly pink lace trimmed panties that were peeking out, she wore no bra and her breasts with their large pink nipples swung free in the breeze... This had to be a dream! Mary Jo backed up against the rope ladder of her tree stand with her back against the roping she hooked both arms up over a rope that came just below her shoulder blades letting it settle into her armpits knowing she was going to need some support for what was going to happen.
You are going to head butt me in my belly aren't you? The doe merely blinked and lowered her head, yep I thought so. The doe charged forward sending her skull driving into Mary Jo's stomach Mary Jo collapsed into the ropes UUUUUGGGGHHH! The deer backed up a step as Mary Jo's belly shook and her hips spasmed back out of the ropes. The deer came again lower this time into her lower belly roll OOOOOOF!! she gasped Again the doe having found her weak spot charged.
Thump! driving her head into Mary Jo's white rolls AUUUUUFFFF!! Mary Jo's knees buckled as she hung by her arms on the rope. The doe reared on her hind legs and sent her head smashing once more into Her soft lower belly and driving straight down snapping Mary Jo's arms off the rope. She landed so that now she was on her knees leaning backwards against the rope with her coverall wide open and her belly wide open. The doe reared and brought her hooves smacking down into Mary Jo's belly rolls sending a sharp pain rocketing up her spine.
The blow sent her belly wiggling and her breasts swaying OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHWWWWWW! She cried This was crazy she thought I getting by belly beaten by a deer. The doe reared again and brought her head slamming directly into Her belly again THWUMP!UUUUUUWWWWWWFF! SHE felt the fur of the does' head as it made contact with her soft flesh, It was sort of like getting her belly whomped with a ten-pound bowling ball inside of a coonskin cap. Mary Jo was almost out cold and through bleary eyes she saw the deer back way up and knew as she charged that this would be the one to put her away. THWUMP! OOOHH!!HHOO! she groaned as she passed out hanging limply by her arms belly swaying and breasts jiggling. That was when she sat straight up in bed.
Mary Jo looked at the clock it was 5 am it was time to get up and go hunting.