“Dandelions!”
The Faun practically squealed with delight as she spotted a cluster of the bright yellow flowers, resting languidly in the fresh shade of a birch tree. Using the blunt wooden spade, she dug a small circle in the dirt surrounding the plant, carefully lifted the flowers and the ground that anchored them, and placed the mass inside a waiting pot of red clay. Her eye for greenery had only grown sharper since becoming involved with Fuzz—from the Bobbit’s point of view, alchemy was really a very specialized form of botany—and the clod of soft, loamy dirt was only slightly too small for the pot. With a slight grin, she scooped up a bit more of the loose soil and sprinkled it around the plant.
Her fourth flowerpot filled, Jade wiped the sweat from her brow, idly scratching behind her left horn. The swelling had gone down quite a bit, but the welt still itched quite a bit; in a way, she still felt sorry for that poor bee. Replanting flowers was exhausting work, and she felt ready to take a nap. With the birch providing shade from the hot sun, she decided on the spur of the moment to do just that. Jade knelt down and stretched, laid on her side, and tucked her furry knees up to her chest, dozing off while licking the last of the honey from her lips.
Oddly enough, she was awoken by the lack of something—the sunlight she had expected to fall upon her face was absent, and in fact the whole trail was dark. Squinting and rubbing her eyes, she looked around and caught only a faint glimpse of silvery light through the treetops.
“Oh dear! Seems I overslept…”
Still, the moon was bright and full, much like her heart. Jade smiled as she recounted the events of her day: collecting flowers, eating a bit of wild honey, collecting more flowers, taking a nap underneath a soft tree. Though she tried to sympathize with the city folk while leaving them to their own
devices (as they mostly did for her), she still couldn’t understand how anyone could be unsatisfied or unhappy when life had such pleasures as these.
A slight growling noise reminded her that she’d only eaten one full meal today, and she started to gather up the flowerpots to bring them back to her scoop. As she bundled the fourth under her arm, the growl came again, and she realized it wasn’t her stomach making the sound. Growing up
in these woods had made her accustomed to most of the dangers, so what she felt was alertness rather than naked fear—best to avoid her less friendly neighbors. Even Drozna the goat could be downright moody at times, and sometimes her shin still ached to remember that lesson; how much more unpleasant would a carnivore be?
Becoming lost in thought (not for the first time, and certainly not for the last) had distracted her from the path ahead of her, and she froze as she wondered if she wouldn’t have to idly wonder any more about the beasts of the wild. A large gray-black shape was hunched over a few paces along the trail, chewing and tearing at something it pinned to the flattened grass with one large paw. The shape sniffed the air, then turned and looked at her, reddish eyes glowing over a maw filled with teeth easily an inch long.
Where most creatures of her ilk would have started running, Jade wondered about the shape of the creature; it certainly looked like most wolves she had seen, but the paws were unusually long and wide-set. One of these paws reached forward, and she saw what might have been the carcass of a
hare tangled—no, clutched—in the claws of the beast.
“Erm… Hi, there… Y-you can keep the rabbit, it’s all yours…”
If the crouched form understood her, it paid no heed. Dropping what remained of the hare on the ground, the creature advanced slowly, emerging into a spotlight formed by a gap in the tree branches above. Powerful muscles flexed as it approached her, making the thick fur ripple like ocean waves, and she noticed a slight swaying motion at the creature’s chest. Without taking her eyes from the predator before her, Jade crouched partly and dropped the flowerpots onto the soft ground, hoping that the grass and loam would cushion their fall.
Just as she tensed her muscles to run, the beast dropped to all fours and broke out into a heavy run. The Faun’s hooves carried her away at equal speed, and Jade quickly scrambled up to the nearest overhanging bough, clinging on like a scarlet squirrel. She squeezed her eyes shut and hoped that she was high enough off of the ground that it couldn’t reach her.
She wasn’t.
The wolf-thing stood up at full height, which must not have been much taller than Jade, even if it was so muscular as to be nearly twice as wide as her. It sniffed the air, paused, sniffed again, and reached up to the branch… only to prod Jade’s squishy thigh with a single claw. Something like a snort
emerged from its maw, followed by words that seemed to be ill at home among the razor-sharp carnassial teeth.
“Nnn… nothing but bones and fat…”
The fur behind its head stood up slightly, and Jade caught a faint scent like… sweat, but deeper and heavier. Some kind of musk?
Much to her surprise, the beast dropped again to all fours and began loping away. Her immediate reaction was relief, soon followed by indignation. What was that wolf implying?!
“Hey!” She swung down from the branch and landed lightly on her hooves, cupping her hands around her mouth. “What do you mean, I’m nothing but bones and fat?!”
The creature barely tossed its head over one shoulder to reply. “Not good eating.”
Jade’s mouth opened in surprise. How rude! “You… you come back and apologize right now, fluffy puff!”
There wasn’t even time to regret her bold words before the creature called her bluff. The scent of musk was a bit stronger now, and she couldn’t help but notice a similar aroma on the wolf-thing’s breath as it leaned close to her.
“You… smell f-f-familiar…”
Her whole body was tense, but she did her best not to duplicate the wolf’s rudeness. “I don’t think we’ve met… My name’s Jade.” The scent was definitely stronger, and there was something else mixed in… As the Faun looked down nervously, she saw something she hadn’t expected. Not only
did this wolf-creature have a cock, it was… erect. Very much so.
“Jaaaade…” The wolf sniffed deeply, inhaling the mingling aromas of honey, beeswax, and rich soil. Noticing Jade’s wide eyes brought on a toothy grin. “You like?”
Even for her, this seemed to Jade to be moving a little fast... But a lifetime of pursuing pleasure and enjoying herself to the fullest, sleeping in beds of grass beneath the stars, seemed to be leading the Faun to this one moment, and the one sentence that seemed appropriate.
“I… I suppose I could… forgive your rudeness, if you… do one favor for me.”
The grin only widened, and the wolf guided Jade’s soft hand to touch the creature’s furry chest, where Jade was pleasantly surprised to feel an extra layer of softness surmounted by a dark nipple almost as erect as the cock below. “Nnn… name your price, Satyr…”
By way of reply, Jade licked her lips hungrily and silently dropped to her knees. She started slowly stroking the reddish skin, finding to her delight that it was soft and smooth, almost silky except for the slightly throbbing vein that ran along its length. “W-what’s your name?”
“Mmm… Mistress will do.”
A lustful shiver shook the Faun’s body. “Y-yes, Mistress…” With her free hand, she reached up again to the wolf’s chest, kneading and rubbing along the grain of her fur. Carefully timing her motions with both hands, Jade gave a smooth erotic jerking motion at the same time that she fondled and gently scratched Mistress’ fur. The more thickly muscled of the two began to pant slightly, her eyelids fluttering as her tongue lolled out of her mouth.
This surface-level play continued for a few minutes, and Jade couldn’t help but notice that her Mistress’ cock was getting fuller and fuller. At this point, it was about as thick as two of her fingers, a bit longer, and leaking slightly. A sudden urge came over her to have a taste, and she followed it—the
precum was thick and warm, smelling almost as strongly as the musk emanating from elsewhere on the she-wolf’s body.
Whining moans from Mistress were followed by a large, clawed hand pressing on the back of the Faun’s head, forcing her to take more of the hot, twitching member into her mouth—and deeper still. Years of swallowing her food whole had both prepared her physically for the strain of a huge wolf cock in her mouth, and quite literally fed her oral fixation. If words could be put to the emotions swirling around her head, they would mostly consist of more, deeper, and similar desperate thoughts. She needed it. This was…
“...what you're meant for…” Mistress growled, and Jade gave a full-throated moan that sent tingles through the wolf’s whole body. The hulking, furry dominant couldn’t have said it better if she had read the Faun’s mind, and Jade immediately gave into a new urge to finger herself. As her first two fingers slid effortlessly into her dripping wet pussy, she gagged Mistress’ cock back up and looked up at her, eyes nearly glazed over.
“P-please… f-fill me up, Mistress… nnnhhh…”
The she-wolf slowly opened her eyes, at first irritated that her little plaything had stopped sucking her off, but then grinned as she realized that she was being offered a new hole to enjoy. She reached down and gripped Jade’s long, slightly curly hair, using it to pull her closer before firmly shoving her
on the ground headfirst. “Bend over…”
She couldn’t possibly refuse, and didn’t. Resting her head momentarily on her horns, Jade reached behind her with both hands and spread her labia as wide as possible, so as to give her Mistress no trouble in entering her. In spite of this, the sensation of such girth inside her still came as a surprise, and she could feel the she-wolf throbbing and swelling as she slid further inside. A brief pause, and she slid in still deeper; the Faun cried out as she was stretched even further, realizing through glazed eyes that her partner’s cock had a sizable knot near the base.
Mistress gripped her submissive partner’s hips, squeezing slightly to feel the softness that surrounded the bones; though Jade was by no means heavy, several hundred hours of determined leisure had left her with little muscle mass. She gasped as she felt the wolf’s paws squishing her hips, touching them slightly with the very tips of her claws. Thus braced, the larger of the two women began to thrust in earnest, growling softly and steadily. With only a heaviness of breath and a tighter squeeze of Jade’s hips, her cock twitched and she shot a thick, hot load into the Faun, amply filling her. She fell to her knees, barely managing to catch herself with both arms.
Jade was in a state of complete bliss. She slowly lowered herself to the ground, shuddering and giggling a bit as she realized that her Mistress’ knot was keeping the two stuck together. The she-wolf couldn’t pull out even if she wanted to… and Jade still felt the euphoria of being stretched out from the inside. She shifted into a more comfortable position, allowing her muscled dominant to hold her with surprising tenderness. They soon fell asleep, with the she-wolf snoring softly and occasionally twitching in her slumber.
* * * *
The first rays of the dawn tickled Jade’s eyelids, and she stretched out as she gave a contented yawn. She smiled, and turned around in her lover’s arms, squeezing one of Fuzz’s small, calloused hands.
Wait.
The memories of the previous night washed over her like a flood, and her eyes went as wide as saucers. Reaching down to her pubic fur, she removed a few strands of dark fur, almost as thick as a sewing needle. In a slight panic, she shook her partner awake.
“Fuzz! Fuzz, wake up!”
The Bobbit woman groaned a little, reflexively reaching for a blanket to cover herself, but finding none. When she realized that she was not only naked in Jade’s arms, but lying in the middle of the woods, she froze.
“Jade… Er, what… ye gods, what happened last night?”
“I, eh… I think we both have some… explaining to do.”