As you hang from the doe's nostril you realize that she is taking you deeper into the forest. Her scent is strong in your nostrils, but then again you probably don't smell any better to her. The doe breaks into a hop. The trees and creepers swish past you. If it weren't for your position you would probably enjoy the ride, but the constant jumping makes you feel sick. Just when you feel like vomiting the doe stops. She once again attempts to lick you out of her nose (without doubt, it must be uncomfortable for her) and actually manages to dislodge you. Your brief joy is quickly gone when she pulls you into the confines of her mouth. The hopping continues.
The doe's mouth is hot, humid and, of course, very wet. Though you can't see you can feel strings of saliva wrapping around you like rope as the hopping makes you fly about in the disgusting maw. As if that were not enough, the doe begins tasting you. She pushes you around, presses you against the roof of her mouth and once she even placed you between her incisors and gently squeezed your puny form. You are too overwhelmed to scream, but you quickly gain the strength to fight back. You squirm with all your might, but this causes you to slip under her tongue. The doe seems to find this good and leaves you there. Saliva pools around you and you must strive for breath. Yet, this only fills your nostrils with the stench of the doe's own breath which, though not so bad, still isn't something you would like to smell.
As you lay there you cannot prevent questions from filling your head. Where was the doe taking you? Why did she take you? Was she going to eat you? If so why hadn't she already done so? Did she know you are a human? Was she planning to torture you for revenge? Your thoughts are interrupted as the hopping stops and you find yourself being spat out. As you tumble out of the doe's maw you prepare for a hard landing, but instead you land on soft moss. It takes you time to get yourself together. You try to stand up, but the moss is too soft to do so. You tumble backwards and your vision is filled by a huge muzzle. The doe's muzzle.
- Enjoy the ride? she asks mockingly.
You are taken aback. Did that doe just talk?
- You can... talk? you ask with shock.
The doe pulls back with surprise.
- You can talk? she asks with equal shock.
- Of course I can talk, you say insulted. - It's you who is..., your words are cut off. Indeed, you are not talking in any human language. You were talking... talking... what you were talking goes over your head. Something... deerish you guess.
- Awww... my little human can talk. And has a temper as well, the doe says with awe. She presses her nose against your body and nuzzles you gently. You roll to the side and shout at her.
- Hold on! What do you mean 'your little human'? I'm not your's! I belong to myself!
The doe pulls back a bit insulted.
- Very well little human. I won't force you to be mine. In fact, if you wish, you may leave. Go ahead, leave.
She allows you to have a look around. You are in a small clearing. From all sides you are beset by dense trees. Who knows how far the nearest humans were. You still think the hike is worth it. You manage to scramble to your feet and head for the trees as doe adds;
- By the way. You tasted delicious and that's saying a lot as we deer are picky eaters. I'm sure there are many, less picky eaters, in there who would gladly offer you a cozy place inside their stomachs.
Your blood runs cold. The thought of predators had not occurred to you. At your size you are sure to attract predators as an easy meal. The choice was yours. Would you stay with the doe who would make you a pet or even a slave or would you risk your dear life in those woods. After some thought you decide to...
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