1 comments/ 8854 views/ 7 favorites Lonely in Autumn Ch. 01 By: AutumnsBreath The forest whispered its secrets in hushed voices on the wind. Birds twittered in the trees overhead. Lilac's hips popped from side to side as she eased down the mossy embankment. She was surefooted on cloven hooves, with a smooth white and tawny coat that extended from her fetlocks up her belly, nearly to her small breasts. Under a chestnut mane, twin horns grew from her skull, curling around in tight spirals above her tapered ears. Like most fauns, she enjoyed the peace and tranquillity the forest provided, but not the loneliness that came with the isolation. There weren't many creatures capable of conversing in this region and fauns were rare creatures. It had been many years since she'd seen another. Her growing thirst had made her stop and follow the sound of flowing water. Now a rushing creek twisted through the rocks in front of her. Lilac bent to drink, her rump poised in the air while she lapped at the cool water. This was one of those times where having hands like humans or the fairies would be useful. Instead she had just the two fingers at the end of each arm, with long nails reaching down to her knuckles. They weren't as dexterous as hands either, just cumbersome in their half hand -half hoof formation. Her short tail wriggled as she drank. When she pulled her face out of the stream, water dribbled down her chin. She snapped at the tussock of sweet grass on the bank and chewed while she caught her breath. She was always looking for new clearings of grass to graze on. It was autumn and getting harder to find food. She had to go further from the little hollow tree she currently called home. Maybe it was time to move on. The air felt cold where it met her exposed vulva. The pouting lips were slick with discharge. Lilac bit her cheek. That was another problem of autumn, heats. She'd have several before the season was out and only her stupid fingers to bring her any relief. She reached down between her legs and slid one of the digits into her enflamed hole. They were not smooth or shaped right for this at all, but her vagina itched and begged to be touched, so she stroked its walls the best she could. More of her juices spewed out onto her fingers and she stuffed a second one into the passage. Pumping them furiously, she humped her arm, the dirt soiling her hocks where they dug into the earth. A few more rapid thrusts pushed her to a small climax. Feeling somewhat unsatisfied, Lilac washed herself off in the stream before continuing her journey. A while later the ground underfoot became rather rocky, not too difficult for her goat half to manage at first, but the soil was soft from recent rains and slid out from under her. She lost her balance and tumbled down a small cliff with the landslide. Coughing, she brushed the dirt from her coat and got to her feet. She stared up at the point where she'd fallen. It was about three metres above her and the loose ground meant she had no hope of climbing. With a sigh, she spun around and headed in a new direction. Steep walls surrounded her on most sides, but she spotted a narrow path under some bare tree roots. The tunnel continued on for a hundred or so metres. Lilac was glad for the open roof, or she would have felt claustrophobic within the slender crevasse. When it opened out, it was into a small cavern with high sides. It looked like a sinkhole. The sky looked so far away. "This is no good. However shall I get out of here?" She explored the space, finding the bottom to be not of rock, but soft earth. There was a small pool in one corner, which she peered into. It was filled with crystals and she noticed there were candles on several rock ledges. The large blue flowers and red and white toadstools were a giveaway too. This was a fairy place of some sort. There was magic in the air. Lilac snorted. Fairies liked messing with creatures. She ought to get out before she ended up in any sort of mess. She went to take a step, only to find a thin green vine coiled around her pastern. "Oh, huzmuffs!" They already had her. She couldn't see any fair folk, only the enchanted shrub holding her leg captive. She fought to get it free and it pulled tight, toppling her onto her hocks beside a fallen log. She landed among a few patches of fungi and the bright orange ones immediately caught her eye, for the reason that they were, well obviously quite phallic shaped. Lilac felt herself grow wet by that thought alone. The one nearest her was three inches wide and nine inches long, built with tiered ridges that made Lilac open her mouth in anticipation. Apparently the vines were done with their prank and sat unmoving on the ground. Now free, she crawled over to the fungus and stroked its shaft. She tested its strength and found it to be rubbery and unbreakable. There was no way she was going to let go of this opportunity. This was the most dick-like thing she'd seen in a long time. Positioning herself over the mushroom, she held it steady while she lowered her back quarters. It nudged against her puffy hole and she moaned with delight. She wriggled her butt and eased it inside. It felt huge. She didn't think it would fit, but she pushed down hard, slowly impaling herself on the mushroom. It stretched her wide, filling her deliciously. She sat for a minute, simply enjoying the feeling of being stuffed. The she bucked her hips, grinding the phallus deep inside her. "Oh, fuck yes," she gasped. Her greedy pussy was hungry for more. It wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. Lilac brought her rump up so the phallus slid almost all the way out of her, before slamming herself down, embedding it deep within her flesh. She repeated the motion, moaning loudly at the sensation. The ridges of the thick mushroom brushed and rubbed her vagina with every stroke. Juices oozed out of Lilac's cunt, matting the hair on her legs. She changed her angle so the mushroom hit her G-spot on the way in. Her little breasts jiggled on her chest, their long nipples hard with her arousal. The heat rose as she jerked with abandon, a tingling, a screaming for more. That's when she heard a giggle, and another. Whipping her head around, she saw with horror that she had an audience. Four or so little pixies were hidden in the shadows, peeping their heads out to see her before retracting them back. They snickered and grinned at her. "Sure, it's hilarious!" she snapped. "You try living by yourself for years, you little orgy harpies." At that, the pixies laughed. They had no shame. Everyone knew they lived for pleasures and revelries. For all she knew, they might use the mushrooms for the same thing. It wouldn't be surprising. In any case, she wasn't going to stop now. The sweat beaded on her back and under her mane. She grunted with each thrust, pummelling relentlessly on her fungal lover. One more. One. Her fingers clenched the dirt. Her muscles ceased up. She sucked in a breath slowly and screamed with her release. Her pussy clamped down on the phallus and her body was wracked with spasms. Twitching, she continued to fuck the fungus in jerky movements. As her orgasm ebbed away, she let her legs collapse, hilting the phallus inside her while she sat panting. The fair folk were moving inside when she opened her eyes, bringing with them berries and sweet smelling nectar. One poured a cup and skipped over to Lilac, offering it to her. "Oh no you don't." She knew better than to take any of their food. With a grunt she pushed herself up, her pussy hugged the mushroom so it made a slurp noise and came out of her with a plop. On wobbly, weak legs, she walked to the spot where the folk had appeared. She was relieved to see it led outside and scrambled over the rocks and out into the sunshine. As she wandered, her juices dried in her fur. She needed a wash. She could smell the sex on herself, but fuck, had that been good. She looked around for landmarks. That was a place she wanted to be able to find again. Lonely in Autumn Ch. 00: Centaur - Prequel This story takes place a few years before the other chapters in this series. ***** The breeze swayed the tall grass back and forth in the blue sky above Lilac's head. The chill of winter was early this year and it was often overcast, so she'd taken the opportunity to have a nap under the fleeting sun. Nestled in the dying stalks, she heard hooves on earth and pushed her front half up to investigate. Through the dancing grass, she watched a shape cross the clearing. As it got closer, she could see it was a centaur. The creature slowed to a walk, clearly out of breath, and passed not far from where Lilac was hidden. It was a male, broad shouldered, with sharp facial features and long dark hair. His coat was dapple grey, with dark legs and black tail. Although centaurs were large beasts, this one was unusually small. Fauns were smaller than humans, yet his torso wasn't that be much bigger than hers. The centaur moved on without seeing Lilac. Her pale horns and white and tawny coat meant she was camouflaged in the grass. His presence and size were a curiosity to her. Centaurs were herd creatures, and although stallions did travel alone sometimes, there weren't any others in the area. She wondered just where he was going. He was capable of covering ground quickly, so it was possible he knew where she might find green grass. Lilac followed the beast at a reasonable distance. Even at a walk he was faster than her dainty hooves moved her. She was a little apprehensive about getting too close. Centaurs were renowned for being powerful creatures, arrogant and stubborn in nature. They were flighty, fiery things when threatened. But they certainly weren't rumoured to be cruel or sadistic. She expected if she tried to talk, he would begrudgingly help, or rudely dismiss her. He was intimidating in looks, but she held no fear for her safety. Ahead, the centaur disappeared over a hill in the forest. Lilac continued on, hoping he'd lead her to food. When she crested the hill, she discovered he'd led her instead to water. A sweet little stream ran a path through the forest floor. The centaur stood by the edge, wiping his mouth on his arm. There was mud clinging to his knees where he'd knelt to reach the water. Lilac had taken so long to catch up he'd already finished drinking. From behind a tree, she watched him wander the bank. He reached down to dig something out of the mud and brought it to his lips. Lilac wished she could do that. Unlike horses, centaurs had a secondary part of their stomach that was capable of digesting small amounts of protein. Though, he'd be in trouble if he didn't also get some plant matter. He was definitely better fed than her, judging by his muscle tone. From her angle she had a perfect view of his rump, and the enormous ball sack that hung between his hind legs. Lilac had no idea how he could even walk with that there. It had to be nearly as big as her head. As he turned around, she saw his cock had spilled from its sheath, hanging fat and long towards the ground. The sight of it sent a chill thorough Lilac and made her squeeze her thighs. She couldn't help but imagine that monster inside her. This time of year, she usually came across huge palmeret plants, the large fronds circling reed-like shafts, topped with a phallic shaped fruit. The shaft was easily held in her clumsy two-fingered hand, and she quite often used them to relieve her horny itch. Not wanting the centaur to leave before she'd spoken to him, Lilac moved down stream, keen to approach him from further away. By the time she came down the hill, the creature's erection had retreated out of sight. He had exceptionally good hearing and heard her coming before she was anywhere near. He suddenly stood straight, staring at her, and snorted. Deeming her no threat, he went back to searching for worms. Lilac crouched by the water, eager to quench her thirst, before slowly walking towards him. "Hello." He straightened his upper half to look at her. "Hel-lough." His heavy accent made her smile. She spotted a small flowering plant between two rocks and pawed at it with her cloven fingers until she could grasp it. She eyed the centaur while she chewed. "Why are you so small?" "Oh...magic." He sent her a sly look. "Gone wrong, obviously." He chuckled. "Really?" He was still grinning. "Absolutely." Lilac didn't know whether to believe him or not. "Do you by any chance know where there's more food?" She glanced at the mud. "Something I can actually eat?" "South. Toward the sea. Gotta get out of the mountains." "Which way is the sea?" He gestured to the direction he was heading earlier, and started walking. Lilac tottered along a few feet behind him. He'd turned out to be surprisingly nice, though a little abrupt. Over the next hour, the centaur set a good pace across the land. He glanced over his shoulder to see if Lilac was still there a couple of times, but said nothing more to her. As they came over the top of a ridgeline, he broke into a trot. Bollocks. Lilac increased her pace to the bouncing gait, but on her two shorter legs she had to exert herself to even come close to meeting his speed. She'd lost so much ground she thought she'd never catch him, until he stopped to drink at a creek. Lilac fell to her hocks on the bank, panting hard. The centaur looked her up and down. "You're a pretty determined little thing, aren't you? Are you going to follow me all the way?" Lilac's throat was too dry to answer. She crawled to the water and dipped her mouth in. She was still trying to catch her breath when the centaur crossed the water. Maybe he took pity on her sitting there, water dribbling down her face, clearly unable to follow, because he stopped and lowered himself onto his belly. "Get on." Lilac gapped at him. "On your back?" "Hurry up." She scrambled to get up and waded across to meet him. Leaning over his wide back, she lifted one leg over and hauled herself up. "Thank you." "Hold on." "To what?" "Anything." He jerked forward as he stood, making Lilac grip a chunk of mane. She found it fascinating how it covered his head as well as growing in a dorsal line down his neck and back. "What's your name?" she asked as he started walking. "Cinder." "I'm Lilac." He grunted in reply. It was weird being up so high, and so strange having something moving beneath her. She soon grew used to the gentle rocking motion, though she found her legs grew stiff at being spread apart so much. The worst part was his bony spine running right through her crotch. Her labia weren't big lips like humans, but they still parted slightly and rubbed with every step. Although uncomfortable, it wasn't actually concerning until he broke into a trot, which hammered her up and down so much she had to grab onto his waist to stay on. He must have understood that it was hard to sit to, because he promptly extended it into a canter. It was a lovely smooth gait, but it thrust her up against his withers and rolled her down his spine in a rocking motion that sent shivers through her body. The spot underneath her soon grew damp, her juices starting to ooze down each leg. Both hands held tight to Cinder's waist, her breaths becoming sharp and short. The stimulation made her muscles clench as she grew closer to climax. She muffled a gasp when it hit, struggling to hold on while she rode it out. "What are you doing back there?" Cinder slowed, pulling up to a walk, then digging his hooves in. He shot Lilac a suspicious glance over his shoulder. "That's not sweat, is it?" "Sorry." Lilac leaned forward, looping her arms around his waist, and slid off. Her left hoof hit the ground first, but buckled with fatigue, sending her tumbling onto her back, legs in the air. Getting her hooves beneath her, she shook as she stood, her stiff legs taking wide steps. Cinder snorted, and broke into a laugh. "I suppose that's what I get for putting a faun in heat on my back. I hope you're going to clean me off when we stop for the night." Lilac waddled over to him, nodding her head. "How much further are you going?" "It's starting to get dark. We can stop at the next ridge." Lilac walked the rest of the way on hoof. She wasn't keen for a repeat performance just yet. Cinder stopped under a big tree by a river and immediately began to fossick. Lilac searched nearby, grabbing a low hanging branch and dragging it within reach of her teeth. When she came back, Cinder was wading into the river to cool off. "So much for me cleaning you," Lilac said quietly. She ventured further to search for food, returning once the light made it unfeasible. Cinder was already lying on his side, arms folded under his head. Lilac smoothed out a path of undergrowth and curled up in a ball. She woke in pale early light, roused by Cinder slipping away into the forest. Worried, he'd abandon her, she crept after him. Her fears were apparently unwarranted, as it seemed he was merely looking for something to eat. Lilac busied herself digging an unappetising plant out of the ground, before moving on to another. The next time she glanced at Cinder, he was rooting around in some rocks, half distracted by his cock dangling between his legs. Giving up on the food, he eased down onto one hip. Twisting his upper half, he stretched a hand to grab the tip of his shaft. Centaurs really weren't built to bend and his face contorted with the struggle to reach. On the verge of pain, he could only stroke the end of his penis, and even then he had to pause to stretch his muscles. "Oh, how awful not being able to reach," Lilac whispered. Her hoof crunched a leaf, making Cinder spot her in the trees. "And now, I have a cramp." He shook himself and stood up, stretching his upper spine side to side. He didn't look overly embarrassed at being caught, and looked right at Lilac as she neared. "Don't suppose you could help me out?" "Uh." She held up her hands. "I don't have any thumbs." He shrugged. "Still be better than what I can do." Lilac eyed the cock hanging under his belly. She was curious to know what it would feel like. She'd never touched one before. It made her a little bit shy. "Will you kiss me first?" If she was going to do something sexual with someone, she wanted a kiss to go with it. Drunk fairies was all she'd had so far. She wanted to know if something bigger did it differently. "Centaurs aren't really big on kissing unless it's someone we love." She put her hands on her waist. "Do you want a hand job or not?" He rolled his eyes and motioned for her to come. Lilac skipped over and he took a hold of her under both arms, lifting her off the ground so her face was level with his. He swiftly brought his soft lips to her mouth, rolling his tongue against hers. It was smoother, and less chaotic than kissing a pixie, but there was a certain passion to their fervour she also enjoyed. When he was done, Cinder deposited her back on the ground. She walked around his side and crouched by his hind leg, extending her hands to cup his shaft. It was thick and hot under her fingers. Mostly black, it had patches of pink, and flared out at the tip. Lilac curled her fingers the best she could and ran them down its length. "Is this alright? I'm not hurting you, am I?" she asked. He snorted and looked back at her. "You won't hurt me. Can you squeeze harder and go a bit faster?" Lilac grimaced as she tried to push her hands together. It was hard to squeeze and move fast, but as she stroked his cock lost its floppiness, becoming rock hard and dripping from the tip. Watching it bounce, and feeling it in her hands made heat rise in her nethers. Slime oozed from her slit, sticking to her fur and dripping onto the ground. "Are you close?" she asked, sick of the ache in her wrists. Her arms were getting tired and her legs couldn't hold a squat much longer. "Nowhere near. You've only just started." Lilac let out a frustrated groan and dropped her arms to her sides. She had this massive cock right in front of her, and a burning in her cunt, which yearning to be filled. "Hey, we had a deal," Cinders stared. Lilac rose to her full height and came to stand in front of him. "It will take me years to jerk you off." She bent over, displaying her rump and dripping pussy. "Why don't you just put it in here?" He looked a bit bewildered. "Will it fit?" "Have you had a look at yourself recently? You might have more limbs, but we're about the same scale. I highly doubt you'll get the length in, but I've had fruit that thick up there before." "Well, then." Cinder's smirked. "We'll need something to lean on. He gestured to a fallen log and walked towards it. Lilac followed, letting out a surprised squeal when he grabbed her arm and twirled her in a circle. The move made her giggle and smile up at him. Leaning his torso forward, Cinder nudged her back flat against the log and stroked her chest, pinching her long teat-like nipples. He slid his hand down her belly and between her legs, running a finger through her slit. Lilac flinched, inhaling a sharp breath. Without warning, Cinder thrust a finger into her hole. He pumped it back and forth a few times, before adding a second. Lilac sighed. "I forgot you have fingers." She wriggled her hoof-like digits in front of her face. "I can't go fast with these or I scratch myself." Even going slow they were a little on the abrasive side. "Then it's a good thing I'm here." Cinders jammed a third finger up her vagina, sliding them together through her juices while she bucked her hips to meet them. "You're definitely wet enough. Ready for something bigger?" She nodded with smile. He pulled his fingers from her and turned her around. Lilac laid her arms on the mossy bark and leaned forward. Two dark hooves landed either side of her and slid forward, as Cinders rested his weight on his forelegs. His warm chest pressed against her back and head, his cock slapping against her thigh. He twisted his torso, trying to see underneath them. Lilac gazed up at him expectantly. "You might have to help me in. You're not where I'm used to my partner being." He smiled down at her. "No, I don't suppose I am." Lilac reached past her rump and grasped the end of his cock. Poking it at her hole, she fed the flared head inside. Cinder pushed it in another inch, forcing her cunt wide to accommodate the thickness. Lilac gripped the ridged tree bark to steady herself, and Cinder thrust more of his length inside. He bucked again, driving his cock until it bottomed out. "Ahh!" Lilac moaned. She felt so full between the legs. He was bigger than any fruit she'd fucked. She checked over her shoulder and saw several inches still outside. Cinder withdrew nearly all the way, before slamming back into her. The force pressed Lilac against the log and she barely had time to register it before he thrust into her again. He quickened his pace, sawing in and out. Lilac grew more accustomed to his size, her walls stretching with her arousal. Now she felt like the fat intruder was meant to be there, forcing her legs apart and ploughing into her gut. He slowed to tease her, withdrawing till just his head remained, before shoving it back in. He pulled it back out again. "Oh, fuck," she breathed, feeling way too empty. "Don't tease me so." Cinder chuckled and started up again, quickly gaining a speedy pace. "If you like it hard." He was really pushing deep, banging against the back of her vagina with painful pleasure. Lilac felt incredibly stuffed, and when she looked between her swaying breasts, she was shocked by how much more he'd managed to cram inside her. He'd never get it all in, but his huge scrotum was now close enough to slap her butt on each stroke. Panting hard and whimpering, Lilac wrapped her hands around his forelegs, shaking her way through a powerful orgasm. Despite her clenching muscles, Cinder continued to piston in and out of her cunt. She wasn't sure how long centaurs went for, but it didn't seem like it was much longer. His frantic bucking had her wilted against the log, clinging to anything she could get a hold of. Cinder grunted as his thrusts jerked, his cock throbbing near release. He plunged it deep in her pussy and let out a moan. Thick ropes of hot cum burst into her passage, coating her walls and shooting into her womb. His sheer size and her muscles formed a seal, forcing more and more of the cum inside her uterus. Each spurt filled her with more, her belly swelling with it. Breathing hard, Cinder withdrew his cock with a loud slurping sound and brought his front hooves back to the ground. Cum oozed from Lilac's pulsating hole and spilled onto the ground. She squeezed blobs of it out as she stroked the slight bulge he'd created. As big as his balls were, he'd pumped all of their contents into her. "Oh, dear. That's a bit much for someone your size. I'm sorry. I completely forgot about you being so small." Cinder came to offer his arm. "You sure can take it, though. Are you well?" Lilac rested her hip against the log, her legs too shaky from fatigue for her to stand unaided. She nodded. "That was quite different to fucking myself with fruit. I didn't know how good someone else's touch could be." Cinder cocked his head. "Had you not fucked another creature?" "No. Just plants and myself." He arched an eyebrow. "And you chose a centaur?" "I haven't seen another faun since I was young. I needed a good fucking and your cock looked like it would do the job." He gave her fluffy tail a pat. "I didn't know fauns were so licentious." Lilac giggled. Cinder scooped her up under the legs and carried her down to the river to wash. Although Lilac suspected they would get dirty again before too long. Lonely in Autumn Ch. 02 Lilac bent back a branch to give herself enough room to pass. The woods had become thicker and it made her progress slow. She'd been on the move for over a week, trying to find a better place to roam. She was hungry, tired, and fed up with all these stupid branches in her way. The landscape ahead began to descend into a gully. The rocks here were light and flecked with pyrite, making them wink at her as the sun hit them. The foliage in the valley was moist, heavy with moss and ferns. It was beautiful, but a rushing sound made Lilac quicken her pace. There was a waterfall nearby. The sound grew louder as she came to the bottom of the gully. Stepping around a large fern, she saw the stream of water crashing down several metres of rock and into a deep pool below. As she came closer she saw something move among the rocks further down. The animal stood and moved back from the water. It's skin was a grey colour on its human-like upper half, and the fur on its legs black with a little grey around his fetlocks. His large nutsack hung heavy from his groin, holding two testicles the size of large lemons. The thick sheath resting above hid most of his penis. Lilac had once seen a human shepherd boy with a flock of goats. They had wandered into the foreign realm through a portal or crack in the dimension, probably never to find their way back. She'd witnessed the human urinate and seen a male goat get horny, so she knew that the genitalia of male fauns was neither like one nor the other, but somewhat a mix of the two. Sweeping his long black hair over his shoulder, the male faun finally noticed Lilac staring. Wide-eyed, he stood frozen, looking her up and down. "Hey, you're like me," Lilac said in delight, taking a couple of steps closer. The male made an inquisitive sound of amusement and closed the distance between them. He walked a circle around her, flaring his nostrils and inhaling. Probably not that surprising given Lilac was in heat again. All she could smell however, was his rancid odour. Before she could turn to speak with him, he put an arm on her shoulder and belly and forced her to bend over. Lilac twisted to throw him off and pushed him to the ground. "Don't give me that alpha shit!" she spat, glaring at him. "You can fuck me when I say you can." Shocked, the male crawled over to the water's edge and sat with his legs tucked under himself. He hung his head, his eyes sad, looking pitifully dejected. Lilac snorted. "That was very rude. At least introduce yourself first." She crossed her arms. "And stop pissing on yourself. We are quite far removed from goats. It's not alluring. You smell disgusting." The male ignored all this, cocking his head to the side. He gestured to the pool. "Water. Drink." He pointed at her and back to the pool. "You drink." Lilac carefully picked her way through the rocks and found a large flat one to kneel on. She kept checking over her shoulder between mouthfuls, worried the male would take the opportunity to mount her again. But he remained where he was, watching her and looking sad. He was clearly remorseful for upsetting her. It had probably been a long time since he'd seen another faun too. He might have been a bit hasty when smelling her, and presumed she wanted to fuck now talk later. She did want to fuck him. She could feel the slickness of her vulva just thinking about his cock. But saying hello was a simple courtesy. Her thirst sated, Lilac rose and wandered over to him. "My name's Lilac." He blinked at her and mumbled an incoherent mix of sounds and strange words. "Can you not speak?" "Speak," he repeated, making a couple more noises. Why didn't he know her language? Lilac's mother had taught her when she was young, before she disappeared. Whether something had happened to her, or she'd been left due to being old enough to care for herself Lilac didn't know. Though seeing the goats in a heard, she thought it would make sense for fauns to be heard creatures too. The only one she'd seen since her mother was a grey female. But they'd met either side of a raging river, engorged by flood, and were unable to cross to speak. Maybe this male had been abandoned at an even younger age, before he could learn many words. He could have been raised by another species, perhaps one that didn't talk. He did look rather wild. His hair was all mattered and filled with twigs. Lilac finger combed her chestnut locks to keep it neat and soft. She also kept herself clean, something this guy wasn't doing. He looked young. Maybe younger than her. She pointed to herself. "Lilac." "Lilac." He pointed at her. "You Lilac." "Yes." She nodded her head. "What's your name?" He smiled and tapped his chest. "Me Bramble." "I am," she said. "Me Lilac?" She frowned and shook her head. "I am Lilac." She nodded. "I am Bramble?" She grinned. "Yes. That's good." He returned a smile of his own. "I'm twenty-five years old. How old are you?" She thought that might be too much, but Bramble shuffled back and picked up a stone. On large rock, he drew lines in clutches of five. He couted as he went, but only up to two. In the end there were twenty-one lines. "Twenty one." Taking a rock, Lilac pointed to herself and drew four more lines. Then she went back and counted out loud to teach him the other numbers. He seemed overwhelmed, but happy to learn and rapt with her presence. "You need a bath," she told him, screwing up her face and waving her hand in front of her nose. "You smell bad." "Bath," he repeated. "Yes." She clasped at his hand as best she could with her awkward twin fingers, and beckoned to him to come into the water. Reluctantly, he followed, wading into the pool up to his waist. Lilac submerged herself, gliding through the water and coming up a couple of metres away. She playfully splashed Bramble and laughed. He looked offended, but splashed her in return when she did it again. Then he got that it was a game, and laughed as he sent a wave of water her way. He ventured deeper and even put his head under, though it didn't seem like he liked that much. Lilac swam to the other side of the pool, where there was more of a beach, and gabbed a handful of mud. Bramble came to see what she was doing. "I use this to scrub at dirty patches." She held up her left leg, and rubbed mud into a grass stain. "I get dirty easily because I'm mostly white. But you should slap this on everywhere to get out that smell." She dug up a handful and slathered it on his chest. Bramble snorted, but soon took to scrubbing himself clean as she demonstrated. While he worked, Lilac picked the leaves out of his hair, and tried to comb out the tangles. It was lovely and long, but would need much more work to get out the knots. Bramble made the occasional noise as they sat. His language seemed to consist of a mixture of real words, words of his own creation, and a range of grunts and noises, all of which probably had individual meanings. Lilac could only guess at what they were, but at least he was very pretty to look at with his narrow face and bright green eyes. He had a tiny tuff of hair on the tip of his chin that she found kind of cute. His curly horns were bigger than hers, and curled back and around. Hers were lighter and more of a corkscrew. Lilac hoped they could be friends. It would be nice to have some company. Bramble had stopped washing, so Lilac left his hair for now. She climbed out of the pool and squeezed the water from her own hair. Bramble copied and stood staring at her with a dumb smile. Lilac leaned in and kissed his cheek. "I'm hungry. Might you know where we could find food?" she made a sign like she was eating. "Yes. Food. Eat." He nodded and motioned with his head for her to follow. He led her away from the stream, and up the other side of the valley. Beyond the ridge, the undergrowth was less dense, eventually opening into an area of patchy grassland. "Lovely." Lilac ran ahead to a spot of crisp green grass and snatched a handful. She stuffed it in her mouth and went for another. Brambled grabbed some to chew on and made a noise at her as he passed. Curious, Lilac fell in step beside him, picking grass as they walked. Before long they came to the ruins of a small town. Once there had been several small dwellings, long since reduced to rubble and overgrown with grass. Bramble walked to a straggly old tree and used both hands to cup a green fruit. He pulled the fruit free of its branch and showed it to Lilac. "Apple." He held out one cloven hand, the fruit balanced on his fingers. "Thank you." Lilac took the offering between her hands and brought it to her mouth. It made a crunch sound when she bit into it and juice dribbled down her chin. She moaned at the delicious sweet taste. "Why, this is delightful." Bramble fetched another fruit for himself and went about devouring it. He stood on the lowest branch to try to reach a higher fruit. With their hooved feet and clumsy hands, climbing trees wasn't easy. Lilac was worried he'd slip and fall. She put her hands on each side of his waist to steady him. He looked down at her and smiled. Hooking a finger either side of its stem, he pulled an apple free and it fell to the ground. He moved on to the next while Lilac held him. She tried to keep her eyes on what he was doing, rather than his crotch, which was close to eye level. It had been easy to ignore when they were walking, but inches from her face his gigantic scrotum was hard to ignore. Switching her weight to her other hip, she felt the sliminess between her legs. How big would his cock be? Bramble edged back to the trunk to get down. Lilac held out her hand to help him, and once his hooves were back on soil, shot him a saucy smile. "I might like that fuck now," she said leaning in to kiss his mouth. Bramble stiffened, but readily accepted her advance. Lilac was not well versed, but even she could tell he was inept at kissing. "Have you not done this before?" she asked, gesturing to their lips. Bramble made a kiss face. "No." He scrunched up his face, unable to explain what he meant. Collecting two apples, he sat them together. He pointed at one. "Bramble." The other. "Lilac." Next, he pointed to a rock, and moved it next to his apple, before miming a humping motion. "You've fucked something else, but not a faun?" She pointed to the apples and put a hand on both their chests. "Faun." "Bramble are faun? Lilac are faun?" "Yes. Bramble is a faun. Lilac is a faun. We are the same." She touched both apples. "Same." She touched an apple and a rock. "Different." She did have to wonder what it was he screwed. There were some creatures who weren't interested in kissing. The centaur she'd had sex with was like that, though she'd gotten him to give her a bit of a kiss in order for her to agree. Not that she was going to say no otherwise. She was in heat and wasn't scared of him hurting her. He wasn't a full sized centaur, but rather a miniature breed or under some kind of shrinking spell. She'd travelled with him for three days, and they'd stopped to fuck twice on each of them. He was the only creature she'd screwed. The rest of the time it was her fingers or plants doing the work. She just hoped he hadn't resorted to having his way with one of those stray goats. Reclaiming Bramble's attention with another kiss, Lilac moved her hand down his chest, circling his belly. She inched down to stroke his sheath and tickle his ballsack. The contact elicited a moan and Bramble caressed her body. Lilac cupped his scrotum. "This is so heavy. How do you walk?" If he understood, he didn't respond, merely patted at the soft flesh of her breast and rolled her puffy teat in his fingers. Lilac watched as a pink tip emerged from his sheath, growing longer as it became erect. It was tapered from the top, reaching a fatter, six-inch girth at the base. Bramble went to move behind her, but Lilac grasped a hold of his hardened member. "Foreplay." Her other hand took his hand and guided it to her now dripping pussy. She pushed one of his fingers inside her hole and gently moved it back and forth, till he did it without her help. She came back to his mouth for a kiss while he played with her nipple. He seemed rather curious about her breasts, and her body in general. She guessed that was to be expected given he hadn't touched a female faun before. Lilac moaned, thrusting her hips to hump his finger. She couldn't take any more teasing. She wanted something bigger in her. She pulled back and turned around, bending at the waist. "Now, you may enter me." Bramble's hands took a hold of her shoulders and lined the tip of his penis up with her vulva. With a quick thrust, the shaft easily slid through her juices into her pussy. Her walls expanded to accommodate the thick part, forcing its way in. Lilac grunted at the full feeling stretching her between the legs. Bramble started to pump slowly, and the narrow head went all the way inside her, tickling against her A-spot. It was a feeling she'd never felt before and it sent shivers down her spine. "Mmmm. That's good." Bramble echoed her moan in reply, and started to increase his pace. Every time the tip hit the back of her vagina, Lilac twitched. She pushed back into every thrust, ramming his cock into her harder. Her juices oozed out of her hole and coated the hair of her thighs. Her breasts swung back and forth, hardened tips pointing to the ground. All she could hear were their whimpers and the slap of his huge balls hitting her arse. His grip on her shoulders tightened and he doubled his speed, pounding into her so much she could no longer stand by herself. She put her hands on the ground, resting some of the weight on them while he continued to hammer her hole. She could feel her orgasm nearing. Bramble's grunting got louder. He tensed, letting out a loud moan as a torrent of cum erupted from his cock. It shot into Lilac, squirting into her uterus and flooding her vagina. It kept coming, his balls giving her a taste of what they could do. Lilac clamped around him, milking his cum from his cock. Panting, Bramble rested on her back to catch his breath. He withdrew his wilted shaft from her pussy allowing an oozing mass of cum to dribble out. He helped Lilac to stand and turn around, a huge grin on his face. "You enjoyed that, then?" Lilac stroked his cheek and kissed his jaw. She took his retracting penis in her hands and stroked it gently, massaging his balls at the same time. Bramble cocked his head, confused by her actions. "Lilac's turn," she said, as his cock started to come back to life. She turned around, once again barely her pussy to him. She smiled at him through her legs and reached for his dick. "Lilac's turn." He understood then, and lined up to go again. His strokes were slow at first as he became erect, then he built quickly until he reached his highest speed. "Ohhhh, yes!" Lilac shouted. Her walls tightened at every deep thrust. She clamped her eyes shut, her body feeling like it was being skewered in the most delightful way. Looking underneath herself, she watched between her jiggling breasts, marvelling at the sight of of his shaft rapidly penetrating her and the abundance of fluid dripping to the ground. With a gasp, her muscles locked up and her climax washed over her. Fresh juices poured from her swollen hole. Bramble stiffened and another load of creamy seed exploded into her womb. Lilac laughed. "Heavens, Bramble. I'd ask where you kept it all, but it's quite obvious." In reply, Bramble patted her back and kissed her skin. Breathless, the two of them uncoupled and faced each other. Lilac's thighs were coated in a thick layer of both their juices. "Now I'm the one who needs a bath," she said with a giggle. They sat down, resting against the trunk of the tree. Bramble circled Lilac with his arms and held her close. "Will you be my friend?" she asked. She couldn't tell if he understood or not, but Bramble handed her an apple. He nuzzled at her neck and made happy sounding noises.