What a wet, miserable day. What a perfect, beautiful, moist and peaceful day. Louis gazed out his window, pushing aside the baby blue, opaque curtains and wagged his tail as he watched the rain pour down in sheets. It was an early morning on a saturday, and the sky was so overcast that it could've easily been winter, still. A time interstitial between seasons, with the cold and drear of winter giving way to the warmth of spring. The snow had all thawed, leaving no signs of the winter hardship the community lived through but the occassional hint of plowed yards, and the signs of mounds of dirt brought totgether by the melting and evaporation of the snow and ice around them. The rain was relentless, but the thunder and lightning was a gentle background argument between mother earth and the sky. Murmuring, rumbling, the occasional bright flash filtered through an incredible wet fog that covered the landscape like a canopy bed's veils. It cast delightful glows through the trees and through every back yard Louis could see, appreciating the unique perspective of this irregular source of light. This was the sort of day Louis treasured. It was cold, clammy, broody and perked him right up, in the most aesthetic of moody weather. Turning and spinning on his right hoof, he twirled and pronked to his dresser and quickly put his clothes on. Balancing from leg to leg, hurriedly getting his undies and pants on, next came a new shirt he'd been working on. A dark blue base, that he'd lined with simplified (and somewhat incorrect) versions of traditional alchemy symbols in a big circle across his chest. On his back, a massive and simplified caricature of a grey, horizontally pupiled eyeball. Exactly what it meant, if anything, was known only to Louis. If asked, he might give a long, high falutin' explanation about it and hope no one of any knowing could challenge his logic. Or, he might just admit, "I thought it looked cool." Depends whom asked, what time it was and if he'd eaten high sugar snacks that day. Louis' best hoodie came after. Another dark blue thing, this one so deep it could've easily been dismissed as black. With the big hood sized for caprines with their own tall horns, when pulled over his face it gave him quite the profile. Standing in front of his own full length mirror on the back of his bedroom door, Louis grinned and tilted his head forwards. That hood pulled up and down reminded him of all manner of dark and brooding creatures from fiction. He lacked the billowing cape or wide sleeves, but from the neck him his bust could've been everything from a mysterious cultist, a sith lord, an antihero protagonist from some old action movie. You get the jist of it. He liked the look. Even if the grey and cream face that peeked out from the shadowy bangs of the hood said more sad attempt at mugging you for your wallet than, 'I'll damn your family to hell.' Babyfaces could be scary, too! One more moment to admire his own chin for where he swore the tiny tiny tuft of same shade cream hair was growing from his chin was proof he was developing that manly facial fuzz of a proper billy goat. Just preteen things. One more private making-muscles in front of the mirror, and he pronked and bounced through the upstairs hallway, running to the stairway and trompsing down at speeds only young men can maintain. "Where you going?" Dear old mom called, leaning against the kitchen counter and enjoying herself a mug of coffee. By the way she was glowering in distate out the window not but a moment before, mom seemed far less appreciative of the weather. Her bones ached, her sinuses didn't like the pressure. It was a good time to stay inside, drink her barely dark coffee flavored cream drink and bask in the glories of civilization, not needing to be outside like an animal. The portly white goat with nearly nonpresent horns crunched her crackers and peanut butter, her blue eyes calmly looking over her funny son. Louis didn't lose momentum as he trundled towards the space where they kept their shoes. Silicone caps for goat feets, most of the time, but today Louis had dug out the bigger, more robust digitigrade feet boots. Footwear for those that had hoofies, but didn't want to walk through mud and cold all day. Not even looking up, he announced, "Going for a walk, mom." "During the RAIN?" She asked, incredulously. Careful of her tone, Louis thankfully didn't register motherly resistance to his silly desire, simply surprise. "Heck YEAH!" He bleated back with no hesitation. His tail flitting side to side at a million miles a minute, wagging and shaking the hoodie pulled down over it and his rear. The final piece of kit he grabbed up for the rain was his raincoat, pulling it on and engaging in double, redundant hoodie. An inner layer of insulating wool, an outer layer of water repellant raincoat. One couldn't be soaked and wet if one couldn't get wet to be cold! Mrs. Braintree scrunched up her face in disapproval, but she did not object. Instead, she pushed her fluffy hair out of her eyes. "Take the umbrella." Mom Braintree insisted, trying to assert some control over the situation without shutting it off entirely. Louis frowned. "Mom, I don't need an umbrella." Louis argued. Already, he felt that wary sense this was going to become an argument, so he moved towards the door. "Do you have your phone?" Mom Braintree asked, following her kid at a leisurely gait. Wearing a pink night robe, the fabric swished and swayed over the linoleum of the kitchen floor. "Yeeeeees." Louis dragged out in frustration. "Probably won't get many bars out there with the weather like this." "Gee, Louis. That sure is a good argument about why you should go play in a thunderstorm." His mother groused. Louis knew if he dawdled too long, she would change her mind. Guaranteed. "Let the boy play, Holly." Came the sound of dad from his kitchen chair. A sound that took Louis by surprise. For some reason, he hadn't noticed the grey furred patriarch of the Braintree household just sitting there, back against the wall. "It's a practically rural do-nothing town. The odds are probably greater he gets attacked by a squirrel, than some deranged hobo." Holly turned her head to look at her husband, who didn't take his brown eyes away from his tablet. Casually thumbing through his old man news, shaking his head at numbers going up and down and local oaky anouncements. He had the tallest horns in the house, but that didn't say much. Compared to other billies, his were downright generic. Backsweeping, offwhite spirals. Something Louis was always a little insecure about- between his parents, he was never going to have exceptionally big, spiraling ram horns. They just weren't in the cards. "Clem." Mama Braintree protested, eyes lidded in complaint but also defeat. The congress of her mind was otherwise cool with her son's desires, save for a very, VERY loud minority representing concerned mothers everywhere. "Holly." Clement replied, deliberately nasally and echoing her feminine tone. His bearded chin shifted with his smile, taking his eyes away from the tablet to look at her. Teasing his wife with her nagging tone, warbled to absurdity. A gentle mockery that just earned him narrowed eyes, even if her heart did find amusement in it. After a comfortable, cozy staredown neither one of them put too awful much vitriol in, Clement spoke again. "Absolutely nothing, of any significance, is going to happen. Relax." Flipping to the next page of his digital article. Meanwhile, Louis capitalized on his parents' distraction. Pulling the door open with a squeak of the hinges, he took the opportunity to leap out the door at 8 AM, exactly. His high voice, not yet quite grasped by the cracking effects of puberty, shouted, "Freeee!!" into the moist air. The echo stifled and choked to death under the white noise of water hitting earth, all around them. As if to punctuate his bleating declaration of independence, the clouds flashed as if hit with a welder's torch and the gentle murmur of thunder rolled from afar. Holly grunted through her nostrils as she watched her only son lunge out into the door, splattering puddles with his shoed hooves and shutting out the rain. Her ears lay dropped, displeased. The dark, looming figure of her just slightly taller husband came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her soft waist and resting his cheek against hers, watching their kid pronk and bounce away from them into the still bare canopy of the spring woods. "Relax," Clement whispered into her left ear. The puff of moist air and the tone of voice made her ear swivel. "He'll be fine." A huff grunted from Holly's nose, but she leaned back into his arms regardless. A slow rock side to side, like they were in a little stationary dance. A dance that was getting a little more intimate, each crest and trough. "And if he's not," Clement started, wicked grin growing behind his wife- who was already bracing for a horrible joke, "We can just make more." "You really know how to charm the pants off a girl, billy." Mumbled Louis' mother, even as she most decidedly did not interrupt or prevent her husband from groping a breast through her robe. "You know I do." Mr. Braintree affirmed, as an index finger found a progressively more excited teat through the fabric of her robe. Just resting the thick tip of the digit right on her nipple, as if a president depressing a very important pink button during a particularly bad diplomatic negotiation. "Boop." Holly's tail wagged, as she pulled away. With more swaying and sashaying than saying anything, she ascended the stairs towards the master bedroom. A sexy sashay that hurried like a prey animal pursued by a wolf, once Clement followed after. They had the house to themselves. A wordless flash of wisdom told them to take advantage of it. Yes indeed. They be fuckin'. We are not subtle here. -------------------------------------------------------- Louis enjoyed his morning trek through the woods. This place used to be all forest, but since before he was born, roads cut through it at predictable intervals, with only certain lengths of woodlands between pavement and roads. It meant streets, but no sidewalks. Not really. Just road and dirt to either side, and ditches. And trees. Naked, leafless trees, constantly running with rivlets of water. This would all be beautiful, green trees, bushes and grass in but under one hundred days, and humid, suffocating heat of spring to summer. Louis didn't want to think about all the heat, now. Instead, he chose to just exist with his impulsive thoughts, bouncing and flouncing through the seemingly dead woods. Hopping over petrified stumps, walking up the sides of tree trunks just to flip forwards off of them. A stunt he vowed not to repeat, as his denim clad underside felt the patter of rain across his thighs and arse where he'd rather the water simply pour off the hydrophobic canvas, instead. Ick. True to what his father declared in his presumed ignorance, Louis met no wild bears, no wolves, coyotes, not even a surly outdoor housecat. It was just him, out here. Him, and perhaps some birds, and tiny woodland creatures shaking off the torpor of a cold winter. But as Louis walked on, for mile after mile, he finally noticed something particularly odd. He should've passed by a road, miles ago. In fact, he didn't really recognize the terrain in front of him, at all. The trees were thicker, the rocks were bigger. Even the rain had gone from a concise drizzle to a kind of misting, too light and airy to even fall like droplets and yet too wet to not hang like vapor. Surrounded by the same kind of leafless, brown masses and signs of rotting leaves all around him, made to mulch by animals, insects, fungus and bacteria, he realized he didn't know where he was. Clearly, he was however far away from home he was, if he walked in a straight line in a northeastern direction. That much, he knew for certain. What he didn't know was how far away, exactly. Pulling out his cell phone, he gazed at the screen and tried to connect to the internet, only to find... A complete lack of signal. As the sky BOOMED overhead with a kind of thunderclap that let one's bones harmonize with the shudder of their house's own rattling insulation and foundation, he didn't doubt the atmospheric interference. There was a loading symbol, and that was about it. And one message from a friend of his from eight minutes ago. Louis supposed it was from a moment of connection clarity. Flicking it open, he glanced at the name. A cherry emoji bookended the name CHERRY_PIE, and read: 'Omg! Horny u need 2 C!' Followed by a clip of their mutual friend. A lad named Peter. Slightly neurotic, shy and not at all the sort of person anybody would've expected to be in a friends group with people like Louis and Cherry. The video clip featured Peter waking up naked, rising to his knees and stretching out his arms, yawning. A view from behind, clearly from Cherry's perspective. Complete with her giggling, one of her tan hands entered the frame of the video and gave Peter's pale, white mouse ass a smack on the right side, causing that fuzzy mouse tao to shoot straight up in surprise, exposing his asshole. Just a pink round tight dot, underneatth a furry tail that shot straight upwards. It looked like an exclaimation point, and that's just what Cherry sent. Over multiple lines. Clearly, her boyfriend's tail and butthole looking like a mark of excitement struck her as the most hilarious thing in the world. "!. LMFAH98yh7u" "!" "!" "! ROFLM48723" Louis had to admit, and agree, it was funny. Poor Petey. Now they had to think up a funny nickname for him. Like, 'Pointy Petey.' Or 'Mark.' Exclaimation Mark. Or maybe Oblio- but that one was kind of dated. He typed, 'Hah. U crzy btch.' But, it couldn't send. Absolutely no connection, and his phone wasn't even pretending it was just in transition anymore. It wouldn't send, it couldn't receive. Louis was truly cut off from civilization, out here. The bleat of a modern preteen, cutoff from his access to the internet or the cellphone network. Louis finally just tore his attention away from his cell phone, just long enough to put it into his inner coat pocket when he heard a voice clear its throat. A feminine voice. A small voice. A pleasant voice. Looking over yonder, too far it seemed for a clearing of the throat to have carried over such a distance, Louis behold a vision he wasn't sure was possible. A good three hundred yards, or two hundred and seventy four meters if you absolutely must know in metric, Louis wasn't sure if he was seeing what he was seeing, or it was a trick of the light. Sunlight had poked through the clouds, at least at an angle going forwards. Illuminating the space before him, but perhaps prevented from it by the clouds sat over his immediate locale, was a young woman. Or, a girl. Louis couldn't tell. Some manner of faun girl, clearly. He assumed very blonde, given the way the light of the sun hit the fibers of her hide and gave her an almost golden glow. She bore no clothes on her slender body, but no shame for her nudity, either. Given her body type, Louis was not immediately clear on whether she was his age, perhaps a fleck younger, or equally possible, an adult woman. The breasts should've been a giveaway, but they were so perky and slender, they could've belonged to a teenaged gymnast or a thirty-something. They weren't very large, but they were out on display. Surrounded by trees, she sat on the only rock in the woods for quite a ways in all directions. Far as Louis could see, the rest of this forest also lacked the blooming, growing effects of spring. Further beyond her was the same, to either side as he looked, the same uniform post-winter brown, leafless armatures of trees, bushes and shrubs. But immediately around the girl? Signs of budding ferns, the yellow-green of budding plants, and the buds on the trees seemed closer to emerging. Louis paused. Was he seeing what he was seeing? Looking around himself, feeling himself being observed by this feminine, naked stranger, he suddenly remembered he was alone out here. Hours from home, who knew how long it'd be until the weather cleared enough for reception. Meanwhile, this lovely, lady-adjacent figure sat on the moss covered rock, swinging her hooved legs and looking oh so friendly. Slender, but unmistakably feminine. Female. As far away as she was, Louis could tell. Few boys can turn down a smile and a naked. Louis knew better, but the rest of his body did not. After some hemming, some hawing, wisdom gave over to primordial interest, and so he started his way over the uneven terrain, the rain soamed mud and then over the fresh blooming grass, the closer he came to this blond, downright elven creature. The closer he came, the more relieved he felt. It was clearly a trick of the light. Blonde, yes. But golden? No. Locks of brown hair that somehow seemed ambergold in the beams of the sun spilled over her shoulders and back, on a body of fair hide. She had green eyes, a kind face, but up close, Louis still couldn't determine her age. Was she a womanly girl or a girly woman? A thirteen year old thirty year old, embodied. A cherubic face, incredible hide. She was beautiful, straddling a line between skinny and average, but round in the right places just by toned muscle and fat. From her nose, Louis heard a stifled giggle as she watched the stumbling, unsure kid come close enough to see the green of her eyes. Louis offered her a smile and stood before her, taller than she by a few inches but made shorter by her seating on the large rock. "Isn't it a bit cold and wet to be out in this, ma'am?" Louis said, inner ears darkening to pink while his ghostly blue eyes drifted up and down her form. Her patient, pleasant expression slowly changed into a flirty, playful look. She said nothing, but Louis felt as if she had just by the force of her body language. 'You're damned right.' Resting her palms on her thighs, she lay back on the slope of the rock, propped up on the yet further space. Slowly, the dancer-esque thigh lifted away from the other, exposing the softest, plumpest looking pussy Louis had seen that day. Again, unhelpful on determining this doe's true age. Both her hands slid over her fur, coming up to grope her own chest and heft the slight breasts, nipples escaping between her fingers with an amorous expression on her face. It was abundantly clear what she wanted, without even a word of exchange between them. She looked so warm, but she also looked so cold. Precious. Fragile. The way her golden-blonde fur swayed in the slight breeze, muscular twitch rippling her slender leg and thicker, athletic thigh. Everything about her begged for warmth sharing, affection. The offer was literally on the table. Cherry called him, 'Horny,' for a reason, and it wasn't because of those barely emergent horns from under his fluffy head of hair. Those big, blue eyes studied her kneading her own chest, her spread thighs and the creamy, golden, almost shiny metallic fur of her inner thighs and muff, and it was like switches to derail every train of thought went off in his head. He found himself desiring her- and not against his will. A willowy, whispering 'Oh,' moaned from his lips. Button by button, his raincoat opened. The top button of his pants, and then the slack allowed his boyish, tenting crotch to jut outwards at full attention. Warmth in his loins, proud erection standing out obtrusively in all its glory. Denim jeans falling down to his knees, studying her face for the approval she gladly gives him. Her own gold-white tail twitched in delight, ushering him in. Louis opened his arms and leaned forwards, letting naked fur and flesh explore hers as he pressed against her, coming belly to belly. Warm.. she was warm, and real. Close enough for nose pads to touch, exchanging breath. She smelled so sweet and precious.. and still impossible to tell, whether this was a remarkably mature little lady, or a youthful woman. Tactily, his hands explored her chest, thumbs gliding across her nipples, which stood at excitement in a way the cool of the day had no effect on. The softest, quietest cervine of bleats left her nose as he tenderly squeezed them, feeling her sex wink and flutter against his velvety cockhead as he rocked and ground them skin to skin. Warm flesh, and warm opening.. Warm juice. So long as he kept himself close enough, the juice didn't have the cooling effects of being wet in the cool air. The two felt eachother out, with the sweet doe's hands exploring over his rain jacket and the muscles hidden beneath. Seeming very intrigued by his clothing, but saying nothing. Eventually, both her hands fell to his mid-back, closer to his hips than not. Louis experimentally tried to kiss her, which she fluidly accepted as if anticipating it. Enthusiastic little licks of affection passed between them, interspersed with kisses. Chests rose and fell in youthful passion, as Louis' cock rocked and sawed at that silky exterior. All while those puffy lips invited, and her hips rocked in offer. Part of the boy's mind questioned what he was doing. Why did he just leap into her arms, no questions asked? Wasn't he worried about predation? Danger? Robbers? Bears? Even just, herpes? There were so many reasons to not do what he was about to do, even as his hands traced down over the soft feminine layer down her back and hips to squeeze her butt. The more tactile squeeze he had on her, the more he felt the body of this woman, the less wisdom meant anything at all. Especially when the welcoming, wet warmth ensconsed him, her throat trilled the way the first rumblings of a volcano hum in the base, and the slow lurch forwards saw her squeal bleat at the sensation. There was no hymen to break, but she felt as if this could've easily been her first. Just what felt like a long, pleasing corridor of gripping, tight flesh desperately gumming him, drawing him deeper. Until their crotches met, his tight nuts in his sack smished to her mound, and it was impossible to fill her, even one more millimeter. Louis felt her thighs quiver around him, her arms too. Her eyelids erratically twitched and her throat made some deep-deep gurgles of delight. Flicking his ears, the goat kid couldn't help but feel just a little powerful for the experience. Unless she was a master actor, this had to be genuine..! Just a leisurely fuck, in the great outdoors with a beautiful stranger. She wrapped her legs around him, those dancer gams and hocks laying across his lower back like a silent license to thrust at will, opening those impossibly green eyes of hers with eager anticipation, hands on his back trembling. Such a dainty, waifish thing was really putting her strength into it, but it was just a question of mass. Her voice wasn't very helpful in determining her age, but it practically served as detector. Louis fought against the resistance of her body, like a ravishing raid into a fortress, and her breath caught in her throat with a slow sigh to relieve the pressure. He explored her, cock throbbing in its depth, hugging angles of her inside with each slow, deliberate thrust forwards. Some reactions better than others, and one in particular rock saw her eyes roll back and bleatmoan, reflexively, shying away with a wiggle of her hips like a wordless beg for mercy. But Louis' was not the face of mercy! Kissing her neck and chin while this blonde stranger's moans became erratic and louder, longer, more frequent, feeling the fulfillment that uniquely comes from a nice, hearty tryst. Surrounded by the cool of the morning in this pre-spring, wet and rainy day. A rain that currently had given way to a ray of sunshine throughout the dark and dreary that was all around. It was just he and she, fucking like animals in the wilderness they surrounded themselves in, doing as nature would in the wood. 'You're not wearing a condom,' the realization crept up into his mind. It was acknowledged, but ignored. 'She isn't stopping you,' came another, the tone of a warning and not affirmation his joyride of the fauna was alright. And again, like a shouting mortal before the kaiju that was Louis' libido, it was trampled upon and ignored as the sex train chugged along. All manner of justifiable protests chirped and tried to make themselves known in the back of his mind, but all fell short of reaching him. The beat of a heart, the grip of a juicy peach, and every care melted away like so much grool on the moss of the old rock. If his doe playmate had any inhibitions whatsoever, he heard not one decibel of protest. Only glowing, golden affirmation and encouragement trilling in her throat as her head tilted back and her throat exposed. A throat Louis felt compelled to nibble with his front teeth, causing her to turn her head and squeal! Another wave of girl juices washed down his cock, soaking his sack and discoloring the mossy stone she sat on's side. And the way she was squeezing him, inside and around his waist, clinging for dear life like she didn't want him to leave, he felt the heat and excitement intensify. Sadly, his emissions left something to be desired. A bit of an early bloomer, but still new to the game. He felt the satisfying sensation of release, the sheer joy of pressure erupting from his cock and deposit right where nature intended it to be, rope by seminal rope while she writhed in ecstatic joy, but flush with embarrassment. He'd seen porn.. He knew just what volumes a grown man was capable of. A dollop of seed, however sticky, was nothing compared to the complete emissions other lovers could've given her. And yet, by the way she so intimately squeezed like it was the most valuable of gifts and greatest of treasures, wriggling and trying to pull him just that tiny bit deeper, he felt relieved. She just seemed happy for sex, in any form. Disappointment didn't seem part of the equation, at all. Maybe she just appreciated sex. Maybe he was just THAT good, watching this lovely creature sprawl back on her rock with a sigh, him atop her, riding out the troughs of orgasm while he felt nectar drool down his sac. Such a juicy girl! Just cooling down in this pleasant lull post-climax, taking the opportunity to squeeze, goose, and cuddle everything he could. And she, likewise, explored his shape. Her body language said she tolerated his jacket and hoody, but she stuck her hands up the back where his butt was exposed, kneading his hips and stroking his back. All the while, Louis' shaft so thoroughly contented and milked, softened inside of her. Her lipping, squeezing ministrations still futily trying to gulp every drop of seed lollygagging behind. Louis satisfied himself, just exploring her breasts as she lay there, tolerating the kid's curiosity. Teasing her nipples, just enjoying the difference in their anatomy. It earned him an appreciative grin from his new, deer friend, but again, not a single word of protest. A quiet that graduated into a squeak once Louis met her gaze and saw it as a challenge, giving those pink teats a pinch. She had very excitable little nips! Only once his cock finally slipped from her body to hang, spent and satisfied, did he realize just how much energy had been sapped from inside of him. He was tired, but in a real good way. He hadn't been able to do this for very long, but it was one of the things he prized most about growing up. Laying upon his new wilderness friend, troubling her cheeks and neck and underchin with his affectionate nosing, and she in kind. By the time he opened his mouth to say something, her finger had already lifted to his lips. Resting vertically against them, she uttered only, "Shh." in the most playful of tones. No talking, seemed to be the unspoken rule. Louis grinned wrly, both exchanging looks eye to eye, but he didn't challenge her on it. Both felt it. The moment had passed, and now she was wiggling, palm on his chest for him to get up. Louis would've liked to go again, but god DAMN could she just.. vacuum the oil out of a coconut. His plumbing felt delightfully empty, despite the fact it was but one climax. Usually, he could manage two, maybe three in a night, but he imagined real sex just hit different. Seemed to be how it went, so far.. Louis leaned backwards and got back to his feet, standing proud with his unsupported, limp and wet cock hanging out in the slightly overcast sun and breeze of the early spring. Just like that, his new, silent friend leaned forwards and sat on the edge of the rock, popping that smooth, pink dick into her maw and dutifully lapping up the wet mess they'd made of it. Louis almost thought his cock would rise to service again, but, no. She really had slain his horny like a champion. By the time her mouth popped that moisture and pressure seal, chased by a spittle bridge, his dick was shiny and clean. Substantially less wet and moist, she smacked her lips and then lay back on her rock haphazardly, arms behind her head and looking far too pleased with herself. Louis started pulling up his undies and blue jeans, taking a deep breath and a sigh of relief. It felt good to get the family jewels back behind the windbreak of cotton, again. Popping the button closed, he was about to open his mouth to say something, when he glanced down. It was a ring. A ring of mushrooms, so tiny and distinct with their colorful caps sticking up from around the decent sized rock. The mushrooms ran around the rock in an arc that was astonishingly geometric in its shape. The old season's leaves and the brightness of the light beaming down on the sight, not to mention just the sheer magnitude of pussy he'd just have the opportunity to tap, utterly blinded him to the fact. If he were a superstitious lad.. Something drew his eyes upwards. His blonde friend was leering at him with a soulful, knowing look, resting her arms on the slight, uneven outcrops of the rock, like asymmetrical arm rests on a throne. Swinging her legs off of the outstretched edge of her sitting stone, hoofies swaying in the light of the sunbeam shining down from the morning sky. And it occurred to Louis, this round expanse was the only place that had the startings of early spring grass, bushes, vines and the earliest beginnings of tree buds on the branches. This narrow diameter of forest, surrounded on all sides by seasonal dormancy. And here she was, just the tiniest opaque dollop of goat kid cum sticking out of her very exposed, freshly fucked lips, as if she were fully clothed. Those vibrant green eyes held secrets, but her mouth bore no answers. Call it post-nut clarity. Call it superstition. Louis felt like he may have been in intense amounts of danger, even as his lover struck the most peaceful, harmless pose and shape imaginable. Whatever her intentions, he was at her mercy. Swallowing hard, louis buttoned up his raincoat and sniffed hard. He was about to bid her goodbye, but remembered her strange desire for silence. Instead, he blew her a kiss (which she pantomimed grabbing, and kissing herself) and turned around, tail wagging. Casually, he started to stroll back the way he came. Every step filled him with a mote of dread, as though it were falling from the sky and soaking him up with its cold, existentially devouring substance. He could still feel those beautiful eyes on him, even as he hurried away. 'Don't look back. Don't look back' his wise side told him. The impulse didn't listen, or maybe the body forgot. What Louis saw when he turned his head surprised him. The blonde doe of indeterminate species remained on her rock, head turned to watch him as from his perspective, she was on her side. But now, she really did look golden. A golden deer, spread out like a glamour shot on her rock and basking in the fairy ring. Her hide looked like the finest golden wires, with the softness of fur. From snout to hooves, the sun causing refractions and reflections to shine and shift with the gentle breeze. Her eyes had changed, looking more like green, sclera and pupiless fields of emerald. One leg raised upwards, demonstrating uncanny flexibility with the solid looking golden hoof redirecting sunlight to the ground, off to her side. Louis immediately booked it like he was being chased. He wasn't, but deep down, he felt he may as well have been. He didn't know he was capable of moving as quickly as he was, racing through the forest with a kind of terrified determination that saw the forest breeze passed with the speed of his memories of riding a dirtbike through the wilderness. Leaving that area of the forest, the return of the pouring rain and murmuring boom of the rainclouds overhead felt like escaping back into his home neighborhood, after a near mugging in another. And finally, he crossed a road. Only on the opposite side of the road did he finally pause, his heart and lungs ready to stage a mutiny as he bent over and leaned against the trees, panting and pale and exhausted in ways he'd only felt after good games of soccer. The golden doe was nowhere in sight, and he could comprehend the surroundings of the forest again. At least that felt like some measure of safety. Distance, control. And then, he felt his cell phone vibrate in his jacket. It was Cherry, again. And it was the video of her poor nerd of a boyfriend, earning his new nickname. Right along with the message spam of exclaimation points and the sort of goblin laughter only a true, dyed in the wool fujoshi could babel with her thumbs. Louis couldn't help but smile, putting aside his mortal fears of being stalked by fae-folk for just a moment. "u sent me this earlier lmao. Tell Pete I said, "Hi, Mark." " The response was as immediate as it was confusing. CHERRY_PIE: "?!?!" CHERRY_PIE: "Horny wtf I JUST did it. tf u talking bt?" Followed shortly thereafter with a live video feed, of Peter and Cherry arguing about whether her spanking him on the ass to make a tail-raise was funny or not. Poor mouse was pouting at the indignity of it all. Followed by Cherry mentioning Louis, thinking the video was sent to him near an hour ago. Peter raising his brows, looking back at the camera confused. He was still bare assed naked, but his tail was back down. "Dude, she JUST did it. What are you talking about?" There was a long pause. Louise let the impulsive urges win, again. "Hi, Mark." Peter just lidded his eyes and looked at Cherry, whom was recording him on her phone. "Thaaaaanks, Cherry." Followed by a shakey cam of Cherry laughing her ass off at it all, before the stream shut off. Louis giggles to himself, sending, 'I have another FUCKING WEIRD story when I get home. But I want to get home. S Y S.' Before he put his phone in his coat, took in a deep breath, and let the existential dread light his ass with ghost fire, again. Louis did not stop until he stood in his kitchen, throwing the door open but very quietly, carefully, shutting and locking it behind him. He was home. He was safe. He was no longer in immediate mortal danger. Louis started to remove the buttons of his coat when he noticed the bright, cyan numbers on the electric stove's digital clock. Pausing mid-action, he stared at the time placed boldly on the face, as it went from 8:05 to 8:06. He was gone on a four hour walk, for five minutes. Louis started to panic as he stared at the clock, then brought out his phone. Staring between them, back and forth, he thought about his nature hike and the fantastic, happy interlude he'd had before deciding maybe safety was best. He hadn't just imagined it. Something absolutely bizarre had just taken place, and like a proverbial man wandering the shores of the Philipines, picking up a friendly blue ringed octopus, he had just come face to face with something that could've done terrible, terrible things to him. And then he perked his ears to the sounds emanating from further in the house. Memory and sense compiled what it could be. It was the sound of a rocking mattress, as two near middle aged goat people, locked in monogamous, marital monotony moaned, panted and bounced like particular mild freight trains in the upstairs master bedroom. The sounds of that grey crotch clapping those big, fat cream colored cheeks echoed through the wooden panel hallways and down the stairs. The parent-things still thought he was out on a walk. Louis made a face, as any worry of being stalked by a fairy was minimized in the face of this new, unpleasant reality. Flipping open his phone, Louis sent Peter a text. HRNY_B01: "Hey. Can I come over? Parents are doin' it. :c :c :c :c :c :c" CHERRY_PIE: "ewwwwwwww hng on I'll ax." ....... HRNY_B01: "grossgrossgrossgrossgross hry." CHERRY_PIE: "Pete's mom says yes. she can pick u up if u want." HRNY_B01: "naw thx I'll run. o god hate this noise." CHERRY_PIE: "LMAO IT'S THEIR HOUSE." HRNY_B01: "MINE UNTIL 18 TOOOOO. ok heading out." Louis pocketed his phone and snuck back towards the door, very silently turning the shiny brass knob before he entered the dark, brooding storm again. Easing the door closed behind him, releasing the knob slowly. Once he was certain there was no hint of tipping off his parents, he spun on his right hoof and bolted, just like before. It didn't have the same cold, tinglig embers of terror to it. He could feel the normal pouring of every rain drop, and know, intimately, he was not moving anywhere near as quickly as he was just... minutes..? ago. Tear assing through the place where rural civilization and suburb met, to his buddy's house. Safe. Safe from the aging, faded performance of two has-been parents fucking in the same house as him. Oh, and the possible antagonism of a golden fairy, too. Louis has many crazy stories. The only part most his friends believe, is that he gets laid. The rest, well.... Louis will be Louis.