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Gretchen and the Piper at the Gates of Dawn
by Alex (feedingFrnzy@aol.com)
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The ring of mushrooms made a circle about 30 feet in
diameter. There is a name for these odd even. It's
called a faery circle. For thousands of years they have
been believed to be mystical places where the world of
reality and the fantastic overlap. (MF, reluc, rom,
beast, bd, fantasy)
***
Gretchen headed for the shower the second she entered
the house. This week had been a total disaster and she
needed to get far away from the world. She stripped off
her clothes and left a trail of discarded work attire
in her wake. She flipped on the water and quickly
lathered up and rinsed off, letting the water caress
her breasts and flow down between her legs and across
her slit, enjoying the brief sensation. After toweling
off, she went to her room and grabbed a pair of cargo
hiking shorts, a long sleeve cotton T-shirt and a pair
of white socks.
While Gretchen was not like the rail thin girls you
often see on the covers of magazines, her full breasts
and hips made her exude a sexuality that men found
arousing. It was almost like she triggered a very basic
mating instinct. She didn’t hand out sexual favors like
candy to anyone who might come along. However, when she
did find someone appealing, years after the fact they
would still have a hormonal reaction just thinking
about an encounter with her.
She sat down on the edge of her bed and hurriedly
pulled on the clothing, intentionally leaving off
panties, as she wanted to feel the air tickling her
neatly trimmed blonde fur for the rest of the evening
through the oversized leg openings of her cargo shorts.
She moved quickly as she was not going to take the
chance of her phone ringing and upsetting her escape.
Having dressed, Gretchen went down the hall to the back
door where her backpack and hiking boots lay next to
the door. Her pack was already filled with camping
necessities, so all she had to do was make a quick dash
into the kitchen and grab a couple of bottles of water
and some military food packs that a friend had given
her.
As an afterthought, she reached into the ice box and
grabbed an unopened bottle of Cella wine, complete with
the perfect for camping twist-off cap. She quickly
stuffed the food and drink items into her gear and
stepped out the back door carrying both the pack and
her boots.
Sitting on the rough concrete of her back steps, she
slipped on her boots and tightened up the laces.
Luckily, the back of her home faced a large forest,
otherwise somebody might have seen between her spread
legs the ample soft lips that covered the entrance to
her sex that was relishing the breeze that drifted in
one leg hole and out the other. While Gretchen enjoyed
the sensation, her mind was fixed on getting away and
into the woods as soon as possible.
With her boots now comfortably fitted, Gretchen slung
her backpack over her shoulders and cinched the straps
while walking towards the quiet forest. It was late
September and the first smell of autumn struck her nose
as she crossed the border from yard to woods.
It is always relaxing to feel the change of weather
from one season to another and Gretchen felt the stress
of the week begin to fall away as she followed a deer
trail farther from civilization and closer to nature.
She figured she had two to two and a half hours of good
light left, so she planned to camp about 2 miles back
into the woods. Just far enough to drown out any sounds
and lights from the world she wanted to leave behind
for a day or two.
After an hour of walking up and down some beautiful
valleys, Gretchen came upon a rock cliff rising
directly up in her path. It looked like a fantastic
spot to spend the night so she dropped her pack and
untied her tent from its bottom. She had put up this
tent many times so the whole process only took about
ten minutes. She then pulled out her sleeping bag and
unrolled it in the roughly six foot square dome tent.
She placed her pack to one side of her temporary
quarters and began preparing for the night.
Gretchen walked around gathering stones that lay on the
ground near the cliff and created a fire pit about
fifteen feet in front of the tent. Once the four foot
circle was complete, she gathered dead wood from the
area and piled it into place so that a little later she
could build a roaring fire to make the scene complete.
What she did not notice during this activity was the
ring of mushrooms that made another circle about 30
feet in diameter from just in front of the tent to the
other side of the fire pit, with the pit itself just
about centered.
There is a name for these odd formations: a faery
circle. For thousands of years they have been believed
to be mystical places where the world of the real and
the fantastic overlap.
As it began to get dark, Gretchen arranged the firewood
and some kindling and started the flames with the
butane lighter she always kept in her backpack. As the
day drifted off to night, the flames made a dancing
light in the area of her camp. She noticed that the
fire was burning blue and green rather than the normal
red and yellow, but she dismissed it as something about
the wood she had picked up.
She kicked back and opened the bottle of wine and drank
it straight from the bottle, feeling a little like some
hobo from a depression era film. Gretchen had no
intention of getting drunk, so when she began to feel a
small buzz she recapped the bottle and set it by the
tent.
When she went back to sit by the fire, she thought she
heard the sound of a reed flute in the distance.
Gretchen turned her head from side to side, but could
never catch enough of the sound to be sure whether it
was real or just something she was imagining. She went
back to the tent and picked up a small blanket, spread
it out on the ground and laid back on it and looked at
the stars through the boughs of the trees.
Suddenly, she had the odd feeling of being watched and
sat up in a panic. At the edge of the firelight she
could make out the figure of what seemed to be a man.
Curiosity turned immediately to fear; she was very
alone and possibly in danger. At that moment, the wind
blew in from behind the unknown figure carrying with it
a musky sweet scent like that of a clean animal. It
must have contained some kind of pheromone as well,
because her fear melted away as fast as it had
appeared.
She continued to stare at the dark figure and said
nothing. Without any words or warning, it stepped into
the light and walked straight towards the fire.
It was not a man, or at least not all of one.
Standing some ten feet away from her was a creature
that was human from the waist up and animal from there
down. It walked gracefully on cloven hooves and smiled
at her like this was the most natural meeting that
could take place. His hair was curly and black on his
head and he was smooth skinned on his chest and arms.
His lower body seemed to be covered in fur like a goat
or a ram.
He moved closer and his pleasant musky scent kept her
quite calm. She remembered an old book called The Wind
in the Willows with a chapter called The Piper at the
Gates of Dawn.
The main character in that chapter was called Pan and
he was a Satyr. This either had to be him or one of his
relatives.
Still without saying anything, the Satyr took a small
leather bag from around his neck and removed a leaf. He
placed it in his mouth, chewed it for a minute and
walked right up to Gretchen and squatted down next to
her. Still smiling, he blew a breath into her face. It
smelled of cinnamon and fall leaves. Gretchen
immediately felt relaxed and terribly sleepy. As she
began to slump over, the Satyr swept her up in his arms
and like she was no burden at all, took off at a trot
through the woods.
Gretchen dozed in and out but was constantly surrounded
by the scent of the wonderful musk and didn’t know if
they had gone one mile or ten. She finally fell dead
asleep with her head against her captor’s chest.
When Gretchen began to come back to her senses, the
Satyr was entering the mouth of a cave, still carrying
her in his arms. The sweet musky smell still held her
spellbound and she could feel that her sex was warm and
wet, wanting to be touched. After twenty feet or so,
the creature pushed aside a skin covering to another
section of the cave and soft light filled the room as
they entered.
There was a fire burning next to a wall under a hole in
the cave ceiling and small torches dotted the walls.
The gentle beast set Gretchen down lightly on a soft
bower covered with clean fur and looked down at her
smiling. He made a growling sound, but not a menacing
one. It made one think of the happy purr of a large
cat.
In most paintings, the Satyr is shown with just fur
from the waist down, but this one was wearing what
could best be described as a leather loin sling that
held his obviously male features. He pulled a string
and allowed the sling to fall to the cave floor.
Gretchen gasped slightly as she saw his substantial
endowment, which was only half erect and already a good
eight inches long.
The Satyr made his deep throated purring rumble again
and lightly grabbed Gretchen’s hair and pulled her
mouth towards his hardening member. It was shaped
mostly like a man’s other than being more pointed at
the head.
Unlike the rest of his lower body, both his penis and
his nearly tennis ball sized testicles were smooth and
bare of fur. Without even thinking, she reached out
with her tongue and ran it up the slit on the end of
his dick and lapped up some juices that had already
accumulated there. It tasted of early spring
honeysuckle. A moan of blissful anticipation arose from
the throat of the gorgeous beast and a warm feeling of
mounting sexual arousal hit Gretchen in the center of
her stomach.
Without another second’s hesitation, she took his
entire member into her mouth and began sucking and
licking vigorously due to her own desire and physical
excitement. As she performed, his cock quickly hardened
to its full length of 12 inches and she worked it in
and out of her mouth and partially down into her
waiting throat. With a loud moan, the creature grasped
Gretchen by the hips and effortlessly swung her entire
body upside down so that her sex, still covered by her
hiking shorts, was directly in front of his face.
After his organ had rotated in her mouth to its new
position, she continued sucking hungrily and grasped
the man beast around the waist with her arms. She felt
a moist, warm and slightly rough tongue follow inside
the leg opening of her shorts and she shuddered as it
found its way to her wet slit and slowly glided from
her pussy opening past her rapidly swelling lips before
making slow circles around her delightfully responsive
clit.
Minutes passed as they reached a common rhythm and
their groans and sighs became more and more intense as
their breathing intensified. It was the Satyr that
first reached the edge of climax. Gretchen felt his
large cock begin to twitch and saw his testicles move
up towards his body. She made one powerful sucking pull
and her fantasy lover lost all control, pumping load
after load of his satisfying sweet juices down her
throat. She swallowed quickly, but some still leaked
out the side of her mouth and ran up her face and into
her hair.
This erotic exploit pushed her own orgasm to explosion
and the Satyr, sensing that she was ready to cum,
plunged an unbelievably long tongue into her
rhythmically constricting pussy. The potent spirit had
completely finished filling Gretchen’s mouth and as he
withdrew his twitching organ from her, Gretchen let out
a shriek of pure pleasure. The powerful orgasms that
hit her entire body caused her to shake uncontrollably.
Still hanging upside down and feeling pleasure to the
point of disassociation from all reality, her mind
began to turn dark and she drifted out of
consciousness.
Gretchen came to without knowing how much time had
passed. The fire seemed to have burned down
considerably, but the cavern was still warm and the
torches maintained light throughout the area. She
realized that she was nude and covered with a light and
soft fur bed cover. It seemed odd, but she could tell
that while she was unconscious she had been carefully
bathed in something that left a wonderful scent of wild
flowers on her skin and in her hair. Glancing across
the room, she saw her clothing carefully folded and
placed on an animal skin covered rock that served as a
table.
When she rose to retrieve her clothing, Gretchen
discovered that a soft but solid collar was locked
around her neck. It was attached to a chain that hung
over a hook on the wall that was obviously too high for
her to reach and release herself. She could stay on the
bed quite comfortably, but leaving it was impossible.
Realizing that she was incredibly parched, she looked
around the bed to see if there was anything to drink.
On a stone table positioned almost like a nightstand,
she saw a pitcher and a stemmed glass. Gretchen looked
into the decanter, which was filled with a red liquid
and poured a generous portion into the glass. It
smelled of cranberries and she quickly gulped it down.
There was a bit of a strange aftertaste and while it
satisfied her thirst, she began to feel a warming
sensation spreading throughout her body and settling
especially at her sex which began to tingle and grow
drenched from the craving that she now felt. Her hands
began to move almost involuntarily between her legs and
lightly massage the outer lips of her wet pussy.
Just as Gretchen began to breathe quicker in reaction
to the self pleasure starting to make her hips squirm
and rise off the bower, she heard the now familiar
clicking sounds of approaching hooves. She quickly
pulled her hands away from between her legs even though
the idea of being embarrassed in such a crazy situation
did cause her a momentary giggle.
The hoof sounds came steadily closer and Gretchen
expected to see her companion from earlier to appear at
the edge of the lighted area that surrounded the bower.
After a few more anxious moments, a shadow appeared at
the edge of the room. It stopped for a few seconds
before walking into the light and up to the edge of the
bower where Gretchen lay trapped.
It was not the same being that had brought her here.
It was a full six inches taller and wore a simple
silver crown on his head. Gretchen looked up to his
face which did not have the comforting smile of the
other Satyr. This one looked much more serious and a
bit older with flecks of grey in his black hair. Her
eyes moved down his body to an exquisite broad chest
with the muscles of a champion bodybuilder. Gretchen
continued her inspection past cut outlined abs before
stopping and staring in shock when her now wide eyes
passed his waist.
Just like the other Satyr, this majestic and elder
version wore a sling at his groin to hold his manhood.
In keeping with the crown on his head, his loin cover
was decorated with silver stitching that formed
geometric designs. But, the difference in clothing
styles had not caught Gretchen’s eye and held her in
such rapt attention.
This beast man was endowed with something unbelievable.
He was not yet excited, but it was obvious that he was
much larger than the one who had seemed a giant earlier
that evening. Fear, excitement and curiosity mixed to
cause Gretchen to move backward on the bower toward the
cave wall.
A growl issued from the throat of the Satyr King. It
was not like the comforting big cat rumble from the
younger one. This was a note of dominance, possibly
even warning. He walked on clicking hooves over to the
wall where the chain to Gretchen’s collar was attached
to a hook. With his height, he easily reached up and
pulled it free. Removing the slack, he pulled firmly
but slowly causing Gretchen to move towards the edge of
the bower.
Pulling up roughly on the chain, he hauled Gretchen to
her feet. The familiar musky scent filled her nose once
again and her fear turned into obedience and she
followed the Satyr King down a dimly lit passageway to
another chamber. Between the pheromones and the
concoction she drank earlier, her pussy was practically
ready to drip as she walked behind her new dominate
male.
This new room was lit only by a few torches, but after
a moment’s adjustment to the change in light, Gretchen
could see very well. She was pulled over to a carved
wooden apparatus with a woven sling in the center like
some half hammock. The poles that formed the front
frames had wide holes bored into them about eighteen
inches off the ground. They looked like some kind of
step or a foot hold. The Satyr King took the chain and
looped the free end over a hook at the top of the
device beyond Gretchen’s reach once again.
A threatening growl issued from the man beast and he
pushed Gretchen to the front of the wooden standing
hammock and pointed to the hole in the frame. Not
knowing what else to do, she placed one foot in one
side then pushed up to repeat the positioning for her
other foot. It made her legs spread wide. She was then
slowly but irresistibly pushed over by the creature
until her stomach was lying on the hammock and her
hands gripped two smaller poles in the back of the
contraption. She was bent slightly past level and her
head was positioned so that she could look back under
her stomach to her exposed and vulnerable pussy.
As she looked back, she saw her captor remove his loin
sling. She let out a small cry as his monster tool was
now erect and every bit of sixteen inches long and
three inches in diameter. She thought about attempting
to run, but the chain and collar made that impossible.
She felt his hands grasping her hips and his body
moving closer to her.
As a last minute act of desperation, she tried to sway
from side to side to avoid that giant that she was sure
would tear her apart. The Satyr moved closer and merely
waited until the timing of her movement allowed him to
make an attempt at taking what he wanted. Gretchen was
half way across the front of him when he suddenly
grasped her tightly and thrust forward. The pointed end
of his hard penis hit directly between her labia and he
held her tightly so that she could not escape.
Gretchen looked back between her legs helplessly and
watched as her tormentor slowly but overpoweringly
began to slide his colossal cock into her. She felt her
body stretching farther than she thought possible in
order to contain him. By the time he was half way in,
she was gasping. The Satyr stopped momentarily to allow
her some time to adapt. As she relaxed at the stop in
action, she looked back and saw her stretched labia and
the giant that was spearing her. It made her start
getting excited in spite of her apprehension.
Her wetness made her capable of holding him at this
point and she soon was comfortable and even beginning
to enjoy the sensation of being filled almost to the
point of bursting. Suddenly, she let out a light sigh
of pleasure. As if that were the signal he had awaited,
the Satyr pushed himself in slowly. This time he did
not stop at all, just maintained a steady insertion. At
about twelve inches deep, Gretchen felt him hit her
cervix. This is when she discovered the reason for the
more pointed end of a Satyr penis.
Moving himself around slowly inside her, the beast
lined up his pointed member with the opening of
Gretchen’s cervix and thrust the last four inches
beyond the bounds of her pussy and into her womb. It
was painful and Gretchen gripped her hand holds tightly
and loudly grunted. Again, the Satyr merely stopped and
waited for her to adapt. She didn’t know if it was the
drink from earlier or the musky scent of the King, but
once again she began to relax and delight soon replaced
pain. She pushed back against her mate and squirmed to
tease him into action.
The Satyr King issued another growl. This one, however,
sounded like a combination of lust and amusement at her
response to him and began to thrust powerfully. He used
all sixteen inches like a piston and Gretchen tightened
and slackened her pussy as he penetrated deeply and
extracted nearly completely out. Within minutes,
Gretchen was constricting involuntarily as she neared
orgasm. Her deep moans mixed with his growls in a
symphony of pure primal lust.
Wave after wave of multiple orgasms hit Gretchen as the
Satyr continued ramming his dick in and out as deep as
possible. When she thought she could stand no more, the
creature fucking her began a different sounding moan
and she felt his already enormous penis swell up. With
a grumbling shout, he began filling her with his seed.
He continued until it spilled out the sides of
Gretchen’s pussy even though her lips seemed stretched
so tight that a seal should have formed from which
nothing could escape.
The Satyr King thrust deeply a half dozen more times
and Gretchen screamed as she hit a final orgasm unlike
anything she had ever experienced before. Once again,
she blacked out and lay unconscious in the wooden
breeding device. The King pulled his member out with a
loud popping sound and walked away leaving Gretchen as
she was.
A few minutes later, the young Satyr she originally met
came in and pulled another leaf from the leather bag
around his neck and after chewing it up, blew the fumes
into Gretchen’s face. He unlocked the collar she had
been wearing and carried her back into the other room.
For the second time this night, he lovingly bathed her.
After replacing her clothes, he set off on the return
trip to her camp site. They arrived a couple of hours
before dawn.
He placed her, still asleep from the herbal leaves, in
her tent and turned to leave. It would be daylight soon
and he needed to be away before that happened. He
glanced back into the tent at the sleeping woman and
smiled. He reached into a pouch at his side, pulled a
Reed Pan Flute out and set it next to the fire pit
before taking off at a trot back to his world.
The next morning Gretchen awoke and wondered about the
borderline between true life and a dream. She checked
the bottle of wine to see if she had drunk too much and
merely imagined the whole thing. Then she saw the Pan
Flute lying on the ground and laughed. Besides, who
ever heard of a dream or imagination leaving one
totally sated... and more than a little sore?
END
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