It was early one spring afternoon when Adelphos heard the rumbling. He was leaning against a fallen log and plucking absently at his lyre when the ground began to shake. Birds left their nests all at once in a great hurry, and a large stag jumped right over him in its haste. No animal in the forest had ever made a sound like that before, the little faun thought to himself, what if it’s a monster?

    Monsters were nearly unheard of in the forest of Foloi, thanks to the ever-vigilant centaurs that protected the glade. Fauns like Adelphos could eat, drink, and create their works of art in peace. But if it was a monster, he thought, he could slay the beast and become a hero! They would carve his likeness on amphoras and vases, and songs would be written about him that would be sung for generations!

    That was all the convincing the faun took. He hopped to his cloven feet and set off towards the source of the noise. The young fey leaped and skipped on his lean cervine legs with a grace far beyond mortals, soaring over fallen trees and babbling streams until he came to the source of the sound.

    Adelphos’ long, floppy ears twitched in the breeze. He was pretty sure the sound was coming from a cave near the waterfall, but he had been told many times never to go near the place. It was dark and treacherous, and if there were such things as monsters, Adelphos was sure that this was where they lived!

    He looked into the cave and swallowed hard. He had no torch to light his way inside. He had no hoplon to shield himself and, most embarrassingly, he had no spear with which to slay the beast! What a dumb idea it was to come here! Some hero he was!

    The faun turned tail and started to run home, when he heard the rumbling again. It was much closer this time. The bestial sound echoed from the cavern and nearly deafened him. The fur on his legs stood on end, and his blood turned to ice. But the more he listened, the more he thought that this was not a roar, but a cry. It was an expression of anguish or pain, not one of rage.

    It quickly became clear to the faun that this was not a monster of legend that needed to be slain. He didn’t need a spear or a shield – he had his lyre and his voice, and they were far better at slaying the ‘monsters’ of discontent than any weapon. He turned back towards the cave, readied his instrument, and stepped into the darkness.

    It took a few moments for the faun’s eyes to adjust to the gloom. The cavern was slippery but spacious, and he slowly made his way through by feel rather than sight. The moss-covered walls served to deaden the sound slightly, and it almost sounded quieter in here than it did out there.

    Turning a corner, Adelphos saw a flickering light ahead, partially shrouded by what looked like a blanket of some kind. As he approached, it was clear that the barrier was nothing more than animal skin, shoddily stitched together to form an improvised ‘door’. He pulled out his lyre and began to gently pluck, humming a tune from outside in hopes of softening the heart of the cave’s occupant, but the first few notes had hardly left his throat when a massive creature erupted from behind the skin and tackled him to the ground, knocking his head on the cold wet stone and sending his lyre skidding out of reach.

    When Adelphos woke up, he was surrounded by orange dancing light. He was on the other side of the hide flap, and a massive form loomed over him! The creature was positively colossal – Even standing up, Adelphos would have only been knee-high to it. It was humanoid in shape and very muscular, but had bright red skin and an abundance of black, matted hair. It was also clearly a she, he noticed, drinking in the creature’s exaggerated feminine features, barely covered by improvised rags of animal skin, and she was very, very pregnant. Her face was twisted and demonic, sporting a large nose, curved canine teeth that jutted forwards from her jaw, and a single cone-like horn in the middle of her forehead.

    “An ogre . . .” Adelphos thought out loud.

    YOU WAKE, the creature bellowed, moving to squat over top of him, GOOD. NOW YOU LICK.

    Adelphos turned his head away, repulsed. The same black hair that covered her head also dusted her private parts, and there seemed to be something more inside – something was coming out!

    LICK! The creature insisted, grabbing the back of Adelphos’ head and mashing it between her legs.

    What choice did the poor faun have? Holding his breath, he reluctantly extended his tongue to touch the beast’s warm, wet nethers. The taste was strong and pungent, but palatable.

    HARDER! The beast commanded, pushing the faun’s face right up against her bulging labia. Adelphos reluctantly obeyed, digging his tongue in alongside the bulging mass, licking upwards towards the beast’s bulbous clitoris. The massive creature groaned in pleasure, settling on top of Adelphos in a squatting position and keeping his head pressed between her thighs.

    Slowly but surely the small faun began to warm up to his task, his tongue making longer and longer strokes inside around the edges of the monster’s lower lips. She seemed to enjoy it more and more as well, the moans and groans of pleasure becoming more frequent and only interrupted occasionally by grunts as the mass inside slowly emerged. 

    Suddenly, the beast rolled her hips back and let out another deafening roar. The mass inside shifted and a large, red-skinned leg flopped out alongside a leathery scrotum and a sizable phallus. Adelphos looked down at his own manhood, then back up at the newborn. Was he . . . smaller than the baby?

    The creature rocked back on her heels and let go of the faun to feel the baby dangling between her legs. She smiled, baring all her misshapen teeth, and returned to her squat, pushing her baby’s body into the faun’s face. KEEP LICKING, she commanded.

    “Y-you?” Adelphos asked hesitantly, “Or him?”

    LICK!

    Adelphos waited, anticipating more of an answer.

    BABY NOT HAPPY, the beast responded, BABY NO HAPPY, BABY STUCK! YOU MAKE BABY HAPPY, BABY COME OUT!

    It seemed a good a reason as any.

    He grabbed the leg of the slimy baby and gently pulled it closer, trying to turn the baby to get a better angle on how to ‘please’ it. He dragged his tongue up from underneath the newborn’s slimy rump, gracing his sac and running the length of his impressive cock. The organ throbbed in response, and the faun smiled. He was going to make this baby very happy indeed!

    The faun pulled the emerging leg up and over his head, exposing the baby’s pucker. He ran his tongue in small circles around it, feeling the baby twitch and kick. It also helped draw the second leg of the baby downwards, and as he moved to lick again, the second limb dropped into his lap, spilling sticky fluid all over his groin. The mother beast adjusted her pose as the baby shifted inside her, and when she settled again, the baby’s legs came to rest on the faun’s shoulders with his crotch right in his face!

    Not seeing much of a choice, the faun opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the baby monster’s member, rolling his tongue over it. The baby’s taste was even more potent than his mother’s, and Adelphos could feel the gooey, strong-tasting amniotic fluid coupled with warm, fresh monster flesh. The baby kicked, and Adelphos placed a hand on the baby’s back to keep him steady. He could feel his own loins throb, but he wasn’t sure why. The amniotic fluid spilled on them was thick and warm, somehow soothing. He rolled his hips uncomfortably, lifting them off the ground in an almost instinctual motion.

    The baby, too, began to roll his hips back and forth, the new sensations no doubt overwhelming to a creature so inexperienced. Adelphos simply let the baby take charge, setting its own pace while he wrapped his lips and tongue around the throbbing member. To the faun’s surprise, the baby’s shaft continued to grow inside his maw until it hit the roof of his mouth and began to twitch and throb violently. The faun could taste something strong on the bare tip of it, something acrid but slightly sweet.

    Before he could concentrate on the new, mysterious sensation, the monster above him shifted again, removing her hand from his head and bracing herself.

    PULL, she bellowed, PULL!

    Without thinking, Adelphos grabbed the squirming, slimy baby by the hips and pulled downwards, shuffling back to get a better position. With a mighty grunt the trunk, torso, and arms of the massive baby sloshed out all at once!

    Adelphos let out a high shriek followed by a quick, startled gasp. The baby had landed right on his lap, and with a quick shift in position, his deer-like member pierced right into the ogre’s virgin pucker. The baby kicked out in surprise, his head still stuck in the birth canal. The faun was wide-eyed and frozen. He felt a burning, tingling sensation between his legs and each move from the baby sent electric shivers up his spine! Every beat of his heart made his member throb inside the newborn, feeding back into a loop of ecstasy. He looked down and saw the baby’s penis throbbing rhythmically, clear fluid leaking from the tip before a pitiful amount of the stuff was coughed up onto his belly. Adelphos gasped again as his own member erupted without warning. Unlike the ogre’s, his orgasm was quite virile, and pasted the newborn’s guts with warm, sticky seed. He was shocked. He couldn’t quite believe what just happened, but a deep, feral-sounding grunt from above let him know that it wasn’t over yet.

    Bit by bit, the baby ogre’s massive head began to slide free. Judging by the sounds it was an agonizing process, and the baby certainly appeared to be taking his time. But there was nowhere Adelphos would rather be. He got a very close-up view of the baby’s head beginning to emerge before sliding back, then heaving out a little more before sliding back again. Three, four, five times the mother ogre tried to force it out only to be stymied by the head’s sheer size. On the sixth attempt she forced it out halfway, held it for a moment, and then the fresh newborn ogre flopped forward onto the faun’s chest.

The newborn coughed and screamed wetly a second later, and Adelphos quickly lifted him up by the shoulders. His head was a mop of dark, thick hair just like mommy, and a single horn protruded from the middle of his forehead, already quite well developed. He was almost as big as the faun and felt just as heavy!

The ogress panted and slowly shifted her weight away from the faun to sit against the wall. MY BABY, she demanded, beckoning with her hand, GIVE ME!

Adelphos was trembling. Did she see anything? Did she know what he ‘accidentally’ did with her baby? Unsure what else to do, the faun slowly stood up, trembling slightly. It took great effort to lift and grip the baby without him slipping. Not only was he massive and heavy, but he was still slippery and would not hold still! He eventually settled with one hand on the baby’s back and another under his left thigh, leaving his right leg dangling and still-erect member in plain view. The umbilical cord trailed from the infant’s belly right between the ogress’ legs.

The ogress pointed between her baby’s legs and smiled. BABY HAPPY! 

Adelphos looked down at the baby, then up at the ogress and offered a weak smile. “Does that mean I did good?” he asked hesitantly. 

GIVE BABY, the ogress repeated. Adelphos stepped forward and handed the massive newborn ogre over, watching as it crawled up her chest and began to feed lustily from one of her fat nipples.

BABY HAPPY, the ogress said again, MOTHER HAPPY! SMALL DEER GO HOME!

Adelphos didn’t need to be told twice, but he did sneak a last peek between the newborn’s legs as he turned to leave, picking up his lyre as he made a hasty exit from the cavern. Not exactly the adventure the faun had in mind, but he felt like a hero all the same!