Ever since she was a child, Panna Fauna enjoyed fairy tales and other such mythic tales, ones which inspired her and her brother, Cornelius. But one in particular had caught their eye, the legends of Robin Hood and his band of Merry Men, vigilantes turned symbols of freedom from society's oppression. A romantic tale, one she further realized with each year, had to be a myth. The siblings had learned the world was often random and cruel, especially to those that were different.
She was born a fawn, her brother the male equivalent, a satyr, both a peculiar breed of their kin. Not only did they have deer legs instead of the expected goat legs, which came to just above their knees before more human thighs became present, but a single sharp horn sat in the middle of their foreheads. Otherwise, they didn't look particularly different from an attractive woman and man.
They'd learned to make their way on the streets, their parents unkown to them. Looted, pickpocketed, whatever it took to survive the day, although the pair preferred to target the wealthy and anyone in a position of authority. Unfortunately, they'd almost been caught a number of times, her ribs sore from the last narrow escape, and they'd make a home out in the wilderness.
Her deer hooves clopped on the cobblestone streets. She rounded a corner in a mad dash, pursued by authorities that shouted at her to stop, and she ducked into a number of alleys, rounded back once she'd put some distance between them, but didn't break her run for several minutes.
Finally, when she couldn't hear voices anymore and ended up in a solitary portion of the slums, she allowed herself to breathe. Dressed in a short, open jacket, shorts, and a bikini-style top, her breasts heaved, like the rest of her skin doused in thin perspiration. Panna leaned on a filth-caked wall for support, and took a moment to meet her reflection in a partially muddled puddle at her hooves.
Her black hair was cut sharply and fell to her shoulders. Green eyes reflected a certain curiosity and innocence, a child-like wonder she'd carried into her late teen years, tempered by a certain wariness and weariness. The thin deer fur from a moment above her knees downward proved soft and downy when she brushed it, covered in cute spots meant to help her blend into the wildlands.
The forest. Yes. That's where she and Cornelius belonged. But it was difficult for the siblings to survive on their own, despite their skills, and the richest here were bloated with excess!
“We're not the villains,” she whispered to herself. “They are. What choice do we really have?”
In her haste she'd almost lost the fruit she'd stuffed into her jacket pockets. She yanked out an apple, moaned low when she took a hefty bite, her lips and chin smeared in sweet juices. She munched on her lunch until only the core remained, tossed it and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. Then, she navigated the back of the dirty streets, on her way out to meet her brother.
A solid wall kept enemies out of the town...and its people trapped within. With her hooves, she hopped onto the barrier, clambered over it with help from her hands, and deftly landed on her hooves outside the town, where she spotted a trail that eventually led into the wildlands.
Glancing back at the entrance, where guards and watchtowers were posted, she saw numerous wanted posters, some which depicted the siblings and a bounty. A pittance compared to what a number of state enemies were worth, but that didn't mean she was about to needlessly test her luck. She made haste to the usual rendezvous spot, the intricacies of the labyrinthine forest marked to her memory. Their increased, animalistic senses made it easier to track their paths.
The sounds of nature met her sharp- elf-like ears, which twitched in response. A tiny tuft of a tail above her rounded buttocks also raised in response. From a belt on her shorts, she drew one of many knives she always kept on her person, which left its blade to shimmer in the sun's rays.
She'd never taken a human life before, but had trained with her brother for self-defense. Usually, she slept with a blade beneath a makeshift pillow, should the worst come to pass.
The tree they met under stood out from the rest, its bark partially petrified. She took a moment to caress its rocky surface before a familiar voice said, “You made it okay? Weren't hurt or followed, I take it?” Cornelius stepped from the shadow behind the tree trunk, his hair composed of thick, chestnut curls that flowed down his lean, muscled back that matched his bare chest, like her dressed in a short open jacket and shorts. He, too, bore deer legs, and a solitary horn, his eyes a deep reddish-brown. Like her, his belt bore a few knives, which included a machete.
“I'm always careful brother,” she reassured him with a forced smile.
“Good. We have to do whatever it takes to survive. Those bastards won't let us have any rest. Here.” He tossed her another apple. “Fill your belly. You've earned it.”
“Thanks.” She took a bite with a crunch, let the flavor settle on her tongue. “But I'd rather have a bath. My ribs are sore and I'm all sweaty after I had to flee the marketplace.”
He considered a moment, then nodded. “Sure. Let's move out and freshen up before dark.”
They moved away from their camp, through the thickets and bushes, until past the foliage the siblings arrived at a pond lit by the afternoon sunlight.Wasting no time, both of them stripped their jackets, followed by Panna's bikini top, which let her medium-sized breasts bounce into the open air, her soft pink nipples soon erect when kissed by a cool breeze that made her shiver.
Lastly, the pair removed their shorts, neither of them adorned by underwear as they were fully exposed to nature. They were both limber and athletic, his muscles taut and limber, her supple curves also mildly toned, neither of them adorned by bodily hair aside from their eyebrows. Their buttocks were well-sculpted, his penis more animalistic in nature, her bare snatch clenched.
The duo waded into the waters, soon submerged to their thighs, when they started to splash themselves and rub their skin and the thin, downy fur on their deer portions. They'd bathed together since their youth, also washed each other, until they'd started to blossom. Now, they washed themselves practically back-to-back, aware that they couldn't rely on anyone else.
For several minutes, they washed themselves in silence. Then, she swallowed hard until she found her voice, her eyes nearly closed. “Brother, can you wash my back? I can't reach all of it.”
“You're still such a child,” he chided with a low chuckle, but nonetheless he waded closer. He'd shown her the ropes. Helped make Panna what she was. Firm hands touched her shoulders, then slowly slid down, and rubbed the dirt from her flesh. She flinched when he touched a sore spot, then nodded her permission. “L-lower,” she murmured. “My tail's dirty, too.”
His palms seemed to move on their own. Trailed her waist, traced over her shapely hips, caressed her wet, wide buttocks, which rippled under his tender caresses. Grime pooled from her skin and fur, neither of them sure what compelled them to be more daring, more adventurous than usual. Was it loneliness? Needs they couldn't truly sate, since they were pariahs from society?
Sanity momentarily returned to Cornelius. “We shouldn't. Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to-”
“We could be the last of our kind! Who else are we supposed to turn to? I...I don't want to die with any regrets! People will judge us like they always have, whatever we do, so what's the point? They think we're animals? Then we may as well act like them,” she declared, her mouth drawn in a snarl.
Blissfully unaware they were watched, the bounty huntress that had tracked them tittered to herself. On the shore, behind a tree trunk, stood a tall and shapely woman, garbed in a simple tunic, breeches, and boots, a quiver on her back, a bow with a notched arrow in her hands. Each arrow shaft had a heart-shaped arrowhead, invisible to the naked eye of any other observer.
She fire an arrow into the backs of each bounty, the phantom love missiles embedded into their hearts. They were charmed instantly, inhibitions dropped and their true desires pushed to the fore. Cadance had tracked them over weeks, learned their patterns and movements before she made her own to ensnare them. Now, with a mischievous smirk, she watched the natural results play out.
Cornelius' hands wandered more. Now openly squeezed and kneaded Panna's pert ass. She moaned when he fondled her flesh, the taboos that always held them back shattered. Then, she felt his red deer penis swell to erectness when it slid between her buns, and its precum-smeared tip brushed over her puckered pink asshole, which made her moan harder at the tease of possible penetration.
Panna had never seen him erect, and he proved more sizable than she'd ever expected. Like his shaft was made to please a potential mate, as it throbbed between her buttcheeks and rubbed them. Gripped by her hips, he slowly started to thrust, as his cock rubbed over her lower holes. Her moistened pussy squelched each time his deer shaft pushed over her orifices. Her pussylips swelled, slick and pink, partially encircled his shaft as they kissed and squeezed back on his tool.
While she could easily restrain them now, Cadance decided to toy with her prey, after all the time she'd spent to close this hunt. She slipped the strap that held her quiver over her shoulder, her body heated from their lewd display, seized one of breasts that poked a hard nipple into her tunic. “Let yourselves loose,” she whispered to the pair as she molested herself. “Fuck each other raw~!”
Frustrated by the barrier between her flesh, she practically ribbed her tunic off, her heavy tits flopped into the open until they smacked and settled, topped by wide nipples which she pinched and pulled on. Similarly, she hastily slid down and wormed out of her boots and breeches, also naked beneath when she leaned her heart-shaped ass on a trunk and started to rub her twat. She teased out her clitoris, which swelled, lifted a free titty to her lips and suckled on the pink nub.
“Good...so wonderful...” Her magic arrows were a talent she'd learned not long after she'd reached puberty, used them to manipulate others on the sly, but hadn't shared that secret with anyone else. Because the moment she did, she'd be treated like a freak, not so different from her bounties.
By now, Cornelius cupped Panna's tits, while she rubbed and pushed her ass back into his cock, felt his warm precum spat on her lower back and slide down her supple asscheeks. She craned her neck, met his lips in a kiss that crushed back into her mouth when it deepened amidst their moans.
“Put it in,” all but demanded Cadance, who pictured herself in Panna's place. “Bend her over and make her your bitch~!” The invisible, untouchable to anyone else arrows pinned into their hearts shimmered and activated further, drew on her influence and twisted their wills. Grunting, Cornelius reared back, , his deer cock tip poised at his sister's cunt, before he rammed in with a solitary stroke.
Panna screamed her masochistic pleasure when he sheathed himself balls deep and struck her cervix. She came a little on him, squirted a tad on his dick and testicles, while he stayed still a moment to allow her spread walls to adjust. Then, reassured she was comfortable, he clenched his teeth and started to hammer into her, which made her hips and buns quiver with each harsh impact.
“Yes, borther!” She huffed, bent forward. “D-don't hold back! Ruin me....!”
“As you wish,” he answered, and redoubled his efforts to breed her raw. His deer penis probed her cervix, tried to force it open with his slimy tip and spear her womb, where his lust-crazed mind desired to plant its seed. Her titties swayed and bounced under each fierce piston.
Cadance slid down to her butt, spread herself wide and flicked her bean while she continued to suckle a titty between her full lips. She yanked on her tit, drew it far as she could before she released it and let the distended flesh wobble and reform into its natural shape when it settled. All the while, she continued to pictured herself in Panna's place, as the faw was furiously fucked senseless.
“I need...more...!” The bounty huntress reached for her bow and quiver, and knocked a fresh love arrow, which radiated the warmth and passion of her amorous nature. With an eye closed, the other focused on Panna's puckered pink asshole, she took aim. Let loose the missile, her aim true.
The invisible, 'harmless' arrow reached home. Sunk into the fawn's rectum with an unheard thud, its shaft left to quiver after impact, buried deep in Panna's bowels. The struck half-deer woman opened her lips and released a voiceless howl, struck by an anal climax that threatened to melt her brain.
“Br-brother, I need it...” Panna spread her asscheeks wide. “Put it in my ass!”
Despite his lust, some reason remained. “Are you sure? You've never tried anal before-”
“Now,” she pleaded, and with a pop he removed his cock from her well-probed pussy, only to tease her rectum as it clenched and unclenched with his tip, prodded at the ring and rolled circles around the pliable flesh to test it, before he buried himself completely in its soft, silky warmness, past the phantasmal arrow still buried there. She screamed her pleasure more as he started to rail her ass.
Her other lower hole left open, Cadance took another crack shot, a love arrow also buried in Panna's cunt which made her squeal with another climax. Unable to directly fuck both of Panna's lower orifices at once with his deer dick, Panna started to rub her slimy snatch to squelches.
Pleasure radiated throughout the fawn, Cadance aware that a woman's entire body was an erogenous zone, and so she maneuvered herself unseen around the bank, until Panna's tits were clearly visible. It was difficult to make her mark while they bounced, but Cadance adjusted for the angle, the wind, and fired the first spectral love arrow. With a thunk it sank into the erect nibble bud, Panna almost tipped over by fresh bliss. She repeated the act with the other tit, Panna now a pin-cushion of pleasure, rocked to her core while Cornelius alternated between her ass and pussy.
Stirred up by need, Cadance was almost crazed enough to try one of these arrows on herself. Almost. Instead, she clambered onto all fours on the bank, stroked at her twat while she pretended Cornelius ruthlessly pounded her from behind, while the duo continued to breed like beasts.
“Goodness, I...I need more,” mumbled Cadance. What she didn't know was that the animal musk the fawn and satyr expelled, stirred by their desires, were carried on the breeze.
Woodlands critters sniffed the air. Inhaled the sweet scent of fresh, delicious pussy.
The bravest one wandered closer, flared his nostrils when he sniffed. A muscled hulk of an elk, a titan among his kind, adorned by massive antlers and a penis swollen to full erectness after he'd sniffed the aroma of aroused cunt. Closer he trotted, Cadance blissfully unaware while she wiggled her heart-shaped bare ass back-and-forth, with fuckholes made to be bred on full, lewd display.
The beast, his trot unheard by the squelches of Cadance's empty birth canal, reared up and settled his front hooves onto her shoulders. Gasping in surprise and cranining her head back to meet the elk's stare, she felt him settle his weight on her back and pin her in place when he mounted her. Already, she could feel his slick dick brushed over her holes, tease them with her imminent penetration.
He slammed his way into her fuck tunnel, split her open and tickled her slimy inner folds when he sheathed himself completely with one stroke and impacted her cervix. She yelped and tilted forward a bit on the band, her heavy breasts left to sway in a pendulous fashion, when the beast started to rut her into the dirt like a common animal. She couldn't scramble away, forced to take his cock.
Her nails tore into the earth. Tears met the corner of her eyes, a blush on her cheeks.
Worst of all, her pussy constricted around the invader, an emptiness filled by this filthy creature. And not that far away in the pond, Cornelius pounded his bent over sister Panna, oblivious. As Panna's buttcheeks clapped and rippled under his thrusts, she squirted upon his crotch, and he cried out to, pushed to his limit when he finally came and started to pump her womb full.
Not that it stopped either of them, for the moment he spilled his seed and pulled out, Panna turned and met his lips with a nibble. He lifted her to face him, returned to pound her ass when he drove himself up her backside, felt her limbs wrap around him when he continued to take her.
Cadance moaned when she reached the first of many finishes she'd achieve before this was finally over, soaked the dick and balls of the elk that mercilessly laid into her. But that only served to spur on the beast, who slammed his entirety into her, carved open her cunt without relent.
Aware that escape was hopeless, that she wouldn't be free until this monster was satisfied, she submitted to him, face down and ass up, slammed her buttocks back to meet each piston. He hammered away, drooled on her back, drove another messy, slutty spray from her twat.
She sputtered, “How can you not be done yet?” Weren't animals supposed to pump-and-dump their mates? Yet when she craned her head back, and looked into the woods, she spotted a number of collected animals that came to watch, and realized this beast was the 'King of the Forest'. A self-appointed alpha, powerful and virile, who needed to show his complete dominance over intruders.
Thus, he drew out his copulation, made her feel and take every inch of his monstrous cock, broke her brain with bliss and made her scream it aloud. She panted, mouth open, submitted to the alpha beast that made her his bitch and prove his superiority to the rest of his woodland followers.
He worked her hole over. Teased her slippery folds. Battered her cervix and eventually punctured his way directly into her womb, which he also bashed without relent. Her eyes would cross, or roll into her head each time he forced another bout of messy ecstasy from her cunt that splashed into his fur and muscles, stained and marked the beautiful beast that now owned her, mind, body, and soul.
By the time he reared up and triumph and bellowed, sheathed balls deep in her and head cast back, his hips quivered when he pumped his cum directly into her uterus. Her pliable interior swelled, as did her belly, rounded across the dirt and threatened to burst from the excess spunk he packed in.
She could feel each blast of semen hit her womb walls. Drive more, small climaxes from her.
A pop sounded after he finally withdrew. Gaped and ruined, her pussy oozed a mixture of his splooge and her feminine juices, while the elk stood behind her in triumph. Satisfied his seed would take root, he trotted away from her, and the next elk stalked in to take his place. Given no time to rest, she felt another animal dick brush her perineum in an attempt to find a hole to sheathe it.
“Y-you're not done...? Ah-!” With a sharp cry and wide eyes, her anal cherry was popped when a fresh cock sank into her asshole, speared it open, the once sneaky and proud huntress impaled on another beast's cock. He showed her ass no mercy either, clapped her cheeks with wild abandon.
Thanks to her lust arrows, which weren't removed and caused constant feeback between Cornelius and Panna, they fucked and fucked in numerous positions without a care of what happened by the time they noticed the forest had come alive. By now, Panna, sunk to her knees, sucked off her brother's deer cock, tasted a mixture of his cum, precum, and her own female lubricant on him.
His hands sank into his sister's hair, humped into her face, sank his entirety down her throat in a blur of rapid strokes. Her breasts bounced with each stroke, her buttocks left to quiver from the impact each time he railed her face into submission, her lower holes caked in his cum.
Hours faded into the darkness. Cadance lost track of how many elks took her, staked their claim on all her fuckholes, almost choked on the seed one shot into her mouth and spilled from her nostrils. Some of the more impatient, who'd lined up for their turn, instead rubbed their beastly cocks across her voluptuous bodies, throbbed and spattered her in thick packets of cum.
Eventually, she was soaked head-to-toe, forced to close her eyes from the pool of slimy, sticky, runny cum that doused the bukkake baptized bitch. She practically breathed it, swallowed what she could, trapped in a pool of cum while now two elks took her lower holes at once. A thin layer of flesh barely separated their animal rocks, rocked her titties and face into the puddle of spunk.
Hazy eyes stared back at Cornelius and Panna, the latter fucked sideways with her face and tits also caked in cum, his refractory period almost nonexistent due to the love arrows. The fawn's tits swayed and her buttocks rippled from his thrusts as she swished the cum that filled her mouth.
Cadance murmured, “When...when will it end...?” Inevitably, after hours of continuous use she finally passed out, and the horny animals continued to make use of her bodacious body.
After it was over and the dawn broke, the lust arrows had faded into the ether. When awareness returned Cornelius and Panna shared a look of horror, then quickly turned to acceptance when they shared a last, chaste kiss in the middle of the pond. The moon shone on the waters, surrounded by stars that sparkled in the darkness. Their naked, sweaty chests rose-and-fell with each heave.
Panna whispered, “ The moon sure is pretty, isn't it?”
“Yeah,” he replied, felt her hands on his hips and a portion of her buttocks, cradled her own beautiful butt in his palms, aware that they couldn't do this next time. That they'd have no excuse, not possessed by a temporary madness they didn't understand. “You could be knocked up-”
She covered his lips to silence him. “Always the practical one, aren't you? It's fine. I have medicine that can take care of that,” she reassured, since she'd always played the medic when they'd been wounded, learned to turn the forest's secrets to their favor. “I...why does this have to end?”
“You know why,” he replied, crushed her closer to his chest and felt her breasts rise and fall on him while he brushed her hair. “We'll both find suitable mates someday. More like us have to be out there.” They stayed in that position for some time, allowing their hands to wander a little, to knead and squeeze.
Meanwhile, Cadance wobbled to her feet, belly swelled to the brim with cum. Deciding that the relatively small bounties on the siblings weren't worth the trouble anymore, with what dignity she could still muster she slipped away into the forest, thankfully most of the beasts tuckered out.
Gushes of cum met her whenever she rubbed her pleasantly sore holes. She'd played match-maker with her bounties, knew they would've fallen deeply in love, were it not taboo.
Maybe that was her true purpose? She'd decide that later, after she returned home to recuperate.
