Twitterpated (Bambi x Ronno)

Chapter 8- Fields of Frolicking

Any fears of heading in the wrong direction were tempered once Drexel returned down from the sky, nodding his little head and confirming the direction of home.

"Oh great," Bambi said, feeling relieved despite the heavy exhaustion in his legs. "All these trees keep looking the same to me."

Ronno nudged his shoulder, "wow, tired already eh? That's fine," he galloped a little, smirking to himself. "Guess I'll just have to carry you."

"Carry m- ... are you even strong enough to do that?"

"What, you kidding?" he said, faking hurt through the peeling smile on his face. "I could carry you for miles, maybe even more." Arching his back a little, Ronno made a big show of stretching out his limbs.

Stifling a giggle, Bambi puffed his fur in admiration. "Alright, sure."

"Wh- wait what?" Ronno's body stiffened, his eyes widening with surprise. "Like... actually?"

"Yeah, you offered, and I'll take that offer?"

"You... actually want me to carry you?" came Ronno's staggered voice, blinking with disbelief.

Bambi leaned up to him, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, you offered, and given all the hours you spend boasting about your own strength, I'd say you're more than capable."

"I- wow... you actually want me to-?"

"Can you or can you not?"

"Of course I can!" Ronno suddenly fluffed himself, holding his head high and circling the prince. "I wouldn't say I could do something if I couldn't do it! Now hold still."

While Drexel looked back at them in confusion, Ronno dipped his head under Bambi's arm, letting his fluffy body fall upon his shoulders. "Ghh-" he grunted in exertion, regretting every last word that ever left his mouth. Keeping a firm hold on the ground, he pushed himself up and lifted the great prince from the ground.

Their dove friend watched from a branch, wearing a blank expression. "You alright?"

"Fine-" Ronno was visibly struggling to not collapse upon himself, legs shaking and tightly gritting his teeth. Bambi's limbs fell loose around him, although tightly clung to the sides of Ronno's torso. Never in Bambi's life had he felt so smug, the victorious grin nearly burned onto his face. But if Ronno could carry him, as he so constantly and feverishly claimed, then why not let him? Clearly he must've been hinting at something if he wasn't shutting up about it for last few hours.

Unable to resist, Bambi nuzzled the top of his carrier's head, feeling the tips of Ronno's small antlers itching his cheeks; it was quite the wondrous feeling. He smelled rustic, like finally peeled wood on a spring morning.

"What the hell are you doing?!" came Ronno's agonized gasp, sounding as if he were on the verge of death just walking forward.

"I like it up here."

"I can tell..."

"Are you wanting to put me down?"

"No, no no," Ronno quickly straightened himself, pushing his quivering muscles to the ultimate test. "Drexel, move your tail, we're continuing forward."

The dove merely rolled his eyes, hopping off the branch and taking flight.

It was a rather ethereal experience to have their bodies pressed upon one another, Bambi felt lighter than air as that mesmerizing smell soared through his nose, leaving a mark in his mind he'd never let go of. Faline didn't smell like this, nor did any of the other deer he ever knew, how had he never taken the time to just bury his nose into Ronno's fur? Not his fault, that was sure, the hotheaded idiot would rather hit a rock with his own face if it meant displaying strength. If they had never taken jabs at one another all that time ago, they'd probably be better friends by now. His smell, oh his intoxicating smell, Bambi let his head rest upon Ronno's forehead, closing his eyes and savoring both the chill of wind brushing through him, and the loving warmth underneath of being carried.