A Hunting Question Sunlight beamed down upon the forest and meadows of this picturesque wilderness. Promising a hot day as insects buzzed along in the growing warmth of a lazy morning. The forest stirred to life as predator and prey began their dance amongst the dappled light of the forest floor. Dainty goat hooves frolicked; skipping and hopping along the stones and branches lining the river. The young boy had his ears alert, but his mind wandered with youthful exuberance. Even after the warnings of hunters his mother had given him. The clip clop sounds and little splashes his hooves made along the shore was much more fun to pay attention to anyways. Tossing small rocks and looking for pretty flowers to collect for mom. The noisy boy would be quite easy to track. And he was tracked. The velvet red fur of a vulpine faun darted between trees further within the forest. Trying to stay ahead of her quarry. Her young black feet padded silently on the forest floor. A simple bow was at her side and a quiver of arrows on her back. Wearing little else but her fur and skin for the sun to caress, bared for the world to admire. At least, if you can even catch a glimpse of the furtive fox. She looked for where the best place to ambush her meal would be. She would have to get close to make one clean shot, and if she waited too long he would probably get back into the woods where a clear shot would be trouble. But while he was still distracted with youthful exuberance on the river shore, he would be easy pickings. She moved up to the edge of the trees. Slowly pulling an arrow from her small quiver. Pulling the bow ever so slowly taut to try and minimize the sound it makes as the boy skipped ever closer. If he noticed her yet he made no sign of it. The boy continued his cheerful skipping on his hooves amidst the pebbles of the riverbank. As he moved closer and closer to the point his huntress had chosen to be where his life would end. He moved with an aimless, infuriating slowness as he stopped to gawk at fish or admire a particularly shiny rock in the sunlit waters that caught his attention. But sure enough he got close enough. If he turned just a little more towards the forest he would probably see the young girl and her bow, taking aim at him. But instead, like Narcissus, he was more entertained by the sight of his own reflection on a sunny day. Such a perfect day to skip rocks and try to catch frogs as boys love to do. The fox took a big breath in. A puff of air was let out. The young fox centered her aim and finally let loose. The sharp sound causes the boy to turn in surprise. Eyes wide as he spies the huntress who has caught him. And wider as he watches the arrow fly right to him. *CRACK* The blunt training arrow caught the hapless satyr right in his forehead, as he turned himself right into the arrow’s path. His arms jumped up in shock before he tumbled to the mud with a cut off bleat. “Ah! Oh! Saffi! I aimed too high!” The fox cupped her hands to her mouth as her practice shot caught the young boy in the head instead of his chest. Running over to check on her best friend to ensure he wasn’t really hurt. Well, really badly hurt. He certainly had an impressive lump on his head. The boy was lying face up. Eyes closed and a big bruise started to show on the front of his head. His chest rose and fell as the faun knelt and checked on him. Oh, of course it’s her luck he’d turn himself right into her shot. At least it seemed like he was mostly OK. He was still breathing, just dazed on the riverside. Saffi even had an erection poking up. Such a horny little prey, no wonder he got caught so easily. Who else would get aroused watching his final moments come for them? The girl straddled the unconscious satyr and gave his lips a kiss. A faint murmur responded. Ah, he must not be quite as bad as she initially thought. His penis certainly responded to the brush of fur and skin against the ruddy flesh. Stiffening further to seek the warmth touching his slender tip. She took her time checking him over as well as teasing that growing length between her dainty thighs. Gently fondling the boy with her lap as he stirred awake once more. Confused by the combination of warm, slippery kisses upon his slender penis and the sharp headache stinging above his eyes. “Mmmm, mom…. don’t wanna … … er, wait, Lili, when did you get here?” The boy blinked his eyes as he realized his mom wasn’t the one on his lap. Lili meanwhile, was too busy cackling with laughter at that suggestion. Perhaps his mom gave the young satyr some lessons in a very intimate manner. “I’ve been following your noisy little ass all morning, and now I got myself a sweet little meal. Gonna eat you up, hooves and all!” The faun proudly proclaimed, showing off her sharp teeth and biting Saffi on the ear. “Ah, I, I would *eek* have been *bleat!* dead right now, wouldn’t I. An arrow right through my thick head and that would have been the end of me,” his arousal leaked against the girl’s thighs as he thought of his corpse’s final ungainly moments in front of his hunter, “just flopping out on the riverbank like a fish out of water, as my life leaves me and I become nothing but meat for a growing vixen.” “And here you are supposed to be practicing avoiding my arrows, not catching them with my head,” Lili gave the boy a delicate kiss as she fondled him. Delighted by his embarrassed moans and wriggle of hooves on the cool ground. “Is this the reason I need to avoid getting hunted, otherwise I end up with a sweet fox devouring me?” Saffi asked as he thrust against the small fingers teasing his young erection. His head wobbled as he gave a dizzy but pleased smile. The headache was worth having some time with the darling faun. “That’s right, I better get devouring you after all. I think I know where to start too,” She slid herself down the satyr’s fuzzy legs. Planting kisses along the boy’s neck, chest, and belly until she got to that stiff little caprine rod of his. Stuff red flesh exposed to the sun and for his lover to admire. Soft fox lips tickled and brushed the pointed tip. Tongue swirling around it to guide Saffi’s erection into her mouth. Her head rose and fell with a cheerful pace. Each time she pushed her head forward she pulled more of her lover’s erection into her mouth. A quiet, pleased hum from the girl as Saffi rubbed at her ears. He would certainly see about catching more arrows with his head if this was his reward. Even in the wobbly feel of being knocked senseless the pleasures Lili brought her lover were wonderfully relaxing. The sun was warm on their bare skin as his fingers traced through Lili’s fur. Admiring the rise and fall of her head as the satyr listened to the noise of her slurping kisses alongside the sounds of nature, chirping birds and singing insects along the babble of the river’s edge. Truly this was a perfect summer moment for youthful delights. Moans escaped the young satyr’s lips as he wriggled his butt on the grass. His hooves brushed along the fox’s fluffy hips as he admired where her fur met her skin. Delighted by her pretty little smile that was rising and falling around his erection as he squirmed and gasped out himself. “Ah, I’m, oh, you’re so good to me,” Saffi crooned out and curled his fingers along her hair. A wonderful pressure tingled within his lap as each touch of her tongue made his erection twitch with lustful needs. Lili just closed her eyes and smiled more as her attentive touches brought her mate to the edge of pleasure. A long moment together as the young Satyr gripped at her ears and squeezed her hips with his legs. A whimper of bliss as he fidgeted and wriggled to desperately hold on to the sensations he was given. Finally, she felt that slim penis jerk and twitch in a dry climax against her tongue. So sweetly innocent and wonderfully naughty at the same time. She moaned softly with Saffi, sharing her appreciation of his pleasures. She pulled her lips from the young boy’s erection and leaned forward to kiss Saffi. The two embraced and shared their racing breaths. Their hearts were beating as one. For a long moment the two did little but just hold each other Sweaty bodies in the warm sun beside the river. Joined together in the sweet bask of afterglow. “You know Saffi, I have been tempted to ask,” Lili started, as she gave the boy under her a kiss, “You really want to be hunted, don’t you?” Saffi stiffened in a few ways at that question. The intimate response she earned made the young girl giggle. He answered the question before he even opened his mouth. “I was thinking, I need to perform a hunt as part of the harvest festival. Would you like to be my quarry? I’m sure nothing would make you happier than your fur becoming some gloves for me.” The vulpine girl smiled toothily at her friend and lover as both blushed furiously. “I, I would be your first?” Saffi took a big breath. To be chosen to be hunted and become meat for everyone was a very big honor. And to be someone’s first hunt was a dream he had only fantasized about before. “You are my sweet little arrow catching lover after all, I’ve seen how worked up you get when a hunt returns, your eyes all over the limp form of their quarry,” The fox kissed Saffi on the nose, “I bet your final bleat will be heard all the way into town.” “I’d, I’d be honored to be yours. I do hope you find plenty of uses for my fur, and enjoy my meat.” Saffi’s eyes were damp with tears as he hugged Lili as tight as he could. To be hunted by his lovely fox, would truly be the best (and last) evening of his life. “Better get practicing, you’ll want to give me a much better hunt than this. I’ll work on my aim too, so it’ll be clean and perfect, one shot and you’ll be mine forever,” Lili said. “I promise, I’ll give you a hunt that you’ll remember forever.”