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If a Kirin Cums in the Forest, and There's Nopony Around to Hear It, Does It Make a Sound?
                    -by thathornypony-                     
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                         Chapter 1                         
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Chapter 1
It was ironic. Autumn Blaze had left the village to keep her voice—and didn't regret it—but with no one around to talk to, what was the point? At least there there were people to hear her, even if they didn't say anything back. So now even she didn't talk much.
Autumn sure didn't stay quiet though. All day long she would hum to herself. Happy, bouncing tunes: yeah, she was lonely and cut off from civilization and her friends, but that didn't mean she had to be all mopey about it. It really was nice out in the woods.
She ate surprisingly well. There was fruit, and nuts, and all kinds of tasty plants all over the place now that she knew where to look. Add in the occasional fish and really, she ate too well. She'd gotten herself a bit of a belly, not to mention her thighs. The layer of fat would be nice, come winter; her wardrobe was pretty spare.
The kirin were not an especially modest people, but with only a ragged loincloth around her waist and a thin vest that barely covered her breasts, she was underdressed even by their standards. Honestly, she didn't know why she bothered with clothes at all in the warmer months. It wasn't as there was anyone to see her out here, and even if there was... did she really care? Because she thought she had a very nice body. It was genetic, she supposed, there weren't exactly many bad looking kirin. She gave her ass a nice loud smack.
Even so, she kept up the pretense of not skipping around naked everywhere. What was the point of living free like this if you needed a reason to do or not do things?
Autumn whistled along with the birds as she made her rounds, visiting all of her favorite trees. She carefully arranged all the things they had for her in the basket hanging from her arm, homemade, just like everything else she had. She came across a branch lying on the ground and gasped. She didn't know when it had fallen, but was glad she wasn't around when it happened. It was a hefty branch. And a very promising one, it's shape and size were perfect to make a tool out of. She picked it up, and as she turned it in her hands, examining it, thought that she had a much better idea for it than a tool. She giggled excitedly.
She sang wordlessly winding back to her, what should she call it? Was it a cottage? She wasn't sure it qualified as that. It was nicer than what a shack or a hut sounded like, but cottages usually had more walls... There were so many mysteries to think about out here! Wasn't it just wonderful?
Maybe she would be a mystery too one day. The kirin all knew her, but suppose some traveler from far away came by? It wasn't very likely, but it was still fun to imagine. What would they think when they heard her voice ringing through the trees? And she was quick on her feet, if they weren't watching carefully, they might only get a glimpse of her body leaping and whirling around. Especially with how her hair blended in with the leaves in the—heehee!—autumn.
Soon she was back at her happy little house. She put the things she'd gathered away, taking them out of the basket she was holding and putting them into the bigger baskets she organized her stuff with. From one basket into another basket, was there any kirin with as many baskets as her? She didn't think so. And what a rattling sound they all made when it was windy.
The wood she put down on the floor. She sat, to rest and study it. What was her plan for this one going to be? She hmmmmed and sighed loudly as she considered the branch. She also had a habit of letting her hands wander across her body when she thought. First her temples, usually, but then they would always get bored and move down, maybe stopping to stretch her face into a few silly expressions on the way. Sooner then later she would end up playing with her breasts, gently cupping and hefting and squeezing them, and closely watching the sensations as the smooth skin under her fingertips turned into the varying texture of her nipples and back again.
She let herself moan softly even from that distracted touch. She didn't really need the building around her or all the stuff in it. It was nice to have, but if all fell down the cliff she could just make it all again. What she had that was really important was her body and her voice, so she let them work. Any sound she wanted to make, she made. She had no reason not to share every sensation with the world, and she let it all out. Every sneeze and belch.
She took a handful of her pudge and shook it a bit. She could feel that her stomach was empty, so she decided to take a break and preempt it's rumbling noises with some other ones. The crackling of a fire, the sizzle of food cooking, and the crunching and gnashing of her teeth.
And when her meal was done, she took up the branch and her chisel, and started to work. The air was filled with the sound of her striking the wood, and grunting with each stroke. Outside the birds sang, their song wavering as the evening progressed and they changed shifts. Eventually that sound faded entirely and was replaced by chirping insects.
She stopped then, when too much light had gone. The flickering light of the fire would not do for the more delicate shaping and smoothing she needed to do now. She put her tools away, and then...
Well, it was the same every night. She looked at herself in the mirror across the room, something she'd hauled over from her house in the village. How long ago had that been now? She looked nearly feral. Her hair was long and wild and unkempt, cascading over her shoulders; it glowed in the firelight, the same color as the flames. The other hairy parts of her body were less visible, but no less overgrown. A bright orange tuft of pubic hair peeked over the top edge of her loincloth. She didn't pay much attention to that, one day that scrap would just fall off altogether, and she'd leave it behind without a care. But it was a more melancholy thought than it had been during the day.
This always happened at the end of the day, when her energy had been spent, and the world quieted down. It was hard to stay happy surrounded by darkness and silence. When the sun was up, casting her clothes away was a playful idea of joy and pride of her body—let the whole world see her, she had nothing to be ashamed of. But now, those tattered clothes felt like the last links she had back to the village. She still thought of it as her home, and this as a vacation. If she threw her clothes away, she would be ridding herself of that too, no longer just a kirin in exile, but a wild woman, one with no family, no friends, no people. She would become one of the animals of the forest, just as much as the birds.
She tried not to think about that as she laid down to sleep. The songs she came up with were a much happier thought. And she hoped to dream of the day when her people changed their minds and welcomed her back, and talked again, and laughed, and sang, and loved. One day it would happen. One day.
She woke up with the sun. It was a bright new day, and the beautiful pink light bathing everything quickly washed away that old silly gloominess. Everything was wonderful when it was glowing.
She spent the morning finishing her carving. She worked outside where she could feel the sun on her skin and hear the birds chirping about the dreams they'd had. This little project had popped up in hers. It was only a toy, but that didn't mean it wasn't exciting; it wasn't every day she found the right materials to make one.
Her so-called "finishing touches" filled most of the morning with gentle rasping and scraping sounds. That was okay, some things needed a particular care, and to get the wood as smooth and polished as she needed was one of them. She finished it off with a sprinkle of enchantment to really smooth and seal the surface of the thing—she didn't want the slightest possibility of splinters.
After that was the perfect time for lunch. Toasted mushrooms and some berries made for a tasty meal.
Then it was time to have some fun. Just out of idle curiosity, she took her new toy over to the basket full of its predecessors to compare. She had quite a few cocks in that basket, but this one wasn't like any of them, just as she wanted. There were plenty of attempts at realism in there, but those had got boring so quickly. Even her best recreations couldn't give her what a real one could. So she'd stopped trying and opted for more abstract designs. The new one was curved and bulbous, with knobs in what she hoped would be interesting places. She hummed in satisfaction, and let the basket clatter shut.
She sure wasn't going to do her test run inside on such a nice day. Tool in hand, she wandered the woods for a while looking for a nice spot. She wasn't picky, she just wanted somewhere nice to sit that wasn't right by her house, as such, it didn't take long to find a perfect little clearing. There was even a gap in the branches toward the cliff, so she could see the wide open sky—and it could see her.
She stomped the dirt down, and knelt. She had been anticipating this since the previous day, so her body was good and ready. She could feel the slick wetness inside her. Some of it had dripped down her thigh as she walked.
Excellent, she might not even need a lubrication spell. She lifted her cloth and brought the tip of the dildo to her pussy. Gently, she rubbed her lips with it, turning it around and around. It was more to get the toy wet and slippery than for stimulation, but even so she gasped at the touch, letting her breath quicken and catch here and there.
She lifted the toy to examine what her efforts had got her. The wood had been polished to a shiny finish, but now it also glistened with her juices. She growled lustfully. Glancing around, the animals that were no doubt watching her sounded excited too. She couldn't blame them, she was quite the spectacle.
But she was there for her own entertainment, not theirs. She pushed them out of her mind and returned her attention to that part of her body which begged for it.
She let the dildo rest on the lips of her pussy, but didn't do anything more. If pussies could have grumbled like stomachs do when hungry, hers would have. But she knew how her body worked, giving herself that light pressure was nearly unbearable, and would only get more so, but it would be worth it.
It was a one-handed tool she was using, so that left a hand free to touch other places. She had such lovely breasts, so those were a favorite. This wasn't the idle groping of before though, it was much more active. She squeezed herself, pinched and rolled her big nipples. Her hips shifted involuntarily, trying to press into the dildo.
Well alright then, she thought. She pressed her toy forward, pushing the bulb at its head inside her. She let out a full-throated moan. She moaned again as she pulled it back out. Teasingly, she fucked herself with the first two inches, not letting it go deeper to reach a more satisfying spot. She also kept it angled to touch her clit as little as possible.
The wood was hard and absolutely unyielding. It did not just slide into her, it forced its way in, pushing her flesh aside. It was not comfortable in her, but that was not its purpose: it demanded her attention, there was no ignoring how it filled her.
She couldn't wait anymore and pushed the rest in with a loud "haaaaaaaah." Her cunt was loose and eager, and took it in easily. The knobs fit in her like the teeth on a key, creating a spectacular sensation. And she knew her body well, when she had carved the dildo, there was one knob intended to land exactly where it did, on her g spot. "Fuck!" she cried into the forest.
In and out, in and out, she fucked herself truly. A thick froth oozed out around her toy. Each stroke was accompanied by a yell of pleasure. Soon, she lost all semblance of self control: her hand flew to her clit.
She rubbed herself hard as the other hand continued its steady, brutal motion. Her yelps grew even louder and more frantic. Her eyes were shut tight as she concentrated on diddling herself; if they had been open, she would have noticed black patches appearing on her skin.
She exploded. Her orgasm had her gasping air down desperately, and screaming it back out as loud as she could. But even that was not enough to drown out the huge whoosh of the flames that suddenly engulfed her. A wave of heat rolled over her skin, as waves of shuddering radiated out from her pussy. Her crotch steamed. She toppled forward into the dirt, still rubbing herself and riding the afterglow.
She lay there for a few minutes, panting and grinning. Even if nobody was watching, it was still fun to make a show of it.And then she sat up and brushed herself off. It was time for round two.